#if you remove that from the story immediately then where is the story?

[somesecretpie]

Fans and Creators of Webtoons!

I want to talk about Line Webtoon’s new “Super Like” program and why it sucks for literally everyone.

What is a “Super Like?”

According to their website, super likes are a new way for webtoon creators to monetize their work. Readers can pay real money to buy a super like for their favorite webtoon, and the creator gets a fraction of that money.

Wait, a fraction? Not all of it?

Yep! Webtoon skims quite a chunk off the top.

30% goes to Webtoon, and then another 30% of that amount goes to the payment processor.

So what do creators get? 49 cents for every dollar their fans try to give them. Literally half.

That’s pretty ludicrous, right?

Interestingly enough, they announced that they had a “tipping system” in the works in the same email they ended the CANVAS creator rewards program (and many comic creators livelihoods)

They said tipping system in their social media posts too

Obviously this tipping system is referring to super likes right? They say they’re going to do a tipping system, and then this rolls out.

But “tips” are not something that buisinesses can just take a cut of, at least not in the United States. According to the Department of Labor, it is illegal for any amount of tips from customers to go to an employer.

Webtoon is trying to walk back this language, of course. You won’t find the word “tip” anywhere on their website page explaining how it works. But those old social media posts are still up.

This is all pretty scummy

But wait, it gets worse!

They removed the Patreon button at the end of episodes and replaced it with this:

Yep! That’s right. Webtoon really said “what if we replace the tipping system that already existed with a shittier one where you only get half of it 🥺”

Unsurprisingly, they faced a ton of backlash.

Webtoon was quick to point out that the Patreon button was only removed from the end of episodes and there was still a button on the creator’s homepage. But of course, the end of episodes is where that button matters the most.

Creators know this. Webtoon knows this.

Eventually, after days of continued complaints from creators on social media, Webtoon went on damage control mode and announced that they would be putting the Patreon button back at the end of episodes—

As of right now (May 11th, 2024) the Patreon button is still not back.

***

So…Super likes are “super totally not a tip.”

But if they aren’t tips…what are they?

Well there’s a bit more to the story of what a super like actually is. After announceing the program, the app updated to reveal a new ranking category on the front page

When you click on this ranking tab, you can see that there is now both a daily and weekly ranking

If you’re a CANVAS creator, you know how difficult and seemingly random it can be to get your comic on the front page of the app—so my immediate worry was that comic creators were going to buy superlikes on their own series to get in this ranking and…

Yep, that’s already happening.

But why would webtoon even allow creators to buy superlikes for themselves? How does that make sense?

Surely goading desperate creators into buying superlikes can’t be that lucrative, can it?

No. I think there’s another, possibly even worse reason.

Fandom wars

If you’re into music, you probably are aware of how common it is for super fans to make concerted efforts to get their favorite musician to the top of the billboard charts. They coordinate over social media, stream music on loop as soon as an album drops to inflate the numbers, buy albums in bulk to increase sales, all so that they can say their fav is number one. It’s especially common among K-pop fans and swifties

This phenomena is well documented

Fans of Webtoons can be just as ravenous as K-pop, so I think Webtoon is trying to capitalize on this. They want to encourage fandom war and make money. That’s why they have this ranking. Not only can super fans brag about their favorite series topping the charts but they can wear their super like proudly on their reader profile that webtoon will be rolling out soon.

They’re just testing this super like stuff out on CANVAS right now, but once this starts up with originals? Oh. It will be a very profitable, very terrible mess.

(Oh and I mean profitable for webtoon, not creators, in case that wasn’t clear.)

***

Anyway, if you’re a creator, do yourself a favor and don’t enable super likes.

If you’re a fan of a webcomic, just donate to that creators patreon or Ko-Fi to show your support. Don’t give a red cent to webtoon because they did not do any of the work to make the series you love, alright?

Also check out my webtoon haha.

#webtoon #super likes #webtoon super likes #webtoon super like #super like program #monetization #comics #comic #webcomic #Patreon #webtoon canvas #webtoon creator rewards #webtoon fans #webtoon fan #webtoon creator #artists on tumblr #weird comics

[mina-saiyat]

Twice Interactive Story Part 1149.5-1164.5 FFW (Sana)

'Ding.' You check your phone, it's a message from Sana, she sends you a selfie that she is wearing an unbuttoned red shirt, and she is sitting on your chair. 'Boss, Your Sana is waiting for you at office.🤫🤫, I am like a fountain when you are on sick leave the last few days.'

I don't respond until I get back to the office. "Well, I'm back today." I send back before strolling into my office. I start to plan out how I'm going to mention I'll be going away for a little bit.

You slowly walk into your room, Sana is still sitting on your chair, you only find out she is wearing but a pair of long stockings at the lower half of her body now. Her legs purposely rubbing your desk, catching your attention.

'Boss, our baby daughter is not here today. We can have as much fun as we can.' Sana smirks.

You walk closer, caressing her legs, and move your hand up to her jaw. You grab her jaw, giving her a gaze. 'Is my slut being loyal to your master when I am not here?'

'Yes, yes! Of course, Sana is loyal to boss! But Sana is so needy these days. Please, boss, reward Sana for her loyalty.' You can feel her lust in her eye, she is really being hungry for days.

You get her up and make her sitting at the table. Before everything starts, you need to tell her you will be on leave for a long time, actually you wouldn't mind Sana joining you, but Mina is seriously negative to this idea, you can only give up. You already left a room for Sana after the renovation, but the unstable emotion of Mina is making you not sure about it.

I get behind Sana and sneak my hands under her shirt where I squeeze her breasts. "Is my little slut going to be loyal to her master when he's gone on a trip?" I ask her before getting behind her ear and whispering, "because I'm going on a little business trip."

'A business trip? Where?' Sana seems a bit interested about your trip. 'Do you need your slut's accompany? She can help you to ease stress in the lonely night...' Sana whispers to you

'Or you are going to try some foreign taste? Wait, no, me and Mina are already a foreigner to you, isn't?' Sana seems confused herself when she tries to tease you.

You do not give her the chance to think. You squeeze her breasts harder and leave hickeys on her neck. The scent of her perfume slips in your nose, making you go more furiously. Sana loves using perfume. She would even make it herself after asking what scent you like.

Your another free hand is squeezing her legs, it's the first time you see Sana wearing stockings, and she is only wearing stockings. Your cock already harden and poking her ass, Sana knows you are ready, but her questions makes you stop.

'Are you going with Mina?'

"She said she couldn't go. Something about going to visit family." I start to rub Sana's cunt through her stocking in an attempt to distract her. "Let's just focus on you right now. We're all alone for once."

'Umm... Can you feel how wet I am?' Sana immediately forgets what she wanna say, and just moaning. You go rougher, and Sana moans louder, her stockings start to wet because of her nectar.

'Ah!' Sana squirts all over your hand, you gently flip her over, ready to give her what she has waited for too long.

Sana sees you start to untie the belt, she removes her stockings at the same time. You immediately stop her. ' No, Sana, keep it on.'

'Oh, you love stockings, do you, boss?' Sana winks at you and uses her legs to rub your crotch. 'Oh... Sana...' Your legs feel weak when Sana starts footjobing, and you sit on your chair.

Seeing your reaction, Sana smirks and increases her pace, 'Mina never do that for you huh?'

"No, she's never done that before." I thrust to help Sana with her footjob.  "This is the first time I've gotten a footjob, I like it, but I think I'd like something else a little more." I say while rubbing Sana's thighs with my hands.

'Boss, why don't you try a complete footjob from me first? It would definitely feel good. We have a whole day, and both Mina and Tzuyu are not here today.' Sana smirks, one of her legs is jerking you, another one is rubbing your tips. The smooth stockings bring you to a new level of pleasure, Sana leans closer to let your play with her tits, and she guides you to squeeze her tits outside from the shirt.

The clothes on her make her look even more sexy than just naked, you just relax and lie on the chair, enjoying the services from your slut. 'Oh... Sana... you always give me so much surprise... Yes, there...'

'If Mina is not going with you, why don't you let I go with you. I can be your little secretary at the day and your little slut at the night. You are gonna have so much fun.' Sana teases you as she rubs your tips quickly, making you get lost in the sensation. 'Ah...'

"I would love to have my little slut come with me, but I'll be going alone. This is important, and I can't have any distractions."  I repsond while I pinch and twist Sana's nipples.

'Am I a distraction for you, boss? I am glad that you think I am a distraction. It means I am still attractive to you.' Sana smirks.

'You really don't need someone to jot minutes for you in the meeting? Or seducing others for you?' Sana asks as she raises one of her legs right in front of your face. It is not as smelly as you expected. Instead, the mixture of her scent and sweat makes you even horny.

'It's even harder! I really don't know you like that, maybe I should not bath before you come to my place next time.' Seeing you keep breathing the scent from her legs, Sana smirks and rubs your face with her legs, teasing your lips with her toe.

I push her legs to the side and press myself against her body. "Enough of that. Let's get to the good part." I rip her stockings near her crotch and push my fingers into her cunt.

'If it's enough, then put it in, boss. I want it.' Sana licks your finger and seduces you. 'You wanna fuck me in those stockings, don't you?'

'Shut up, slut. So hungry, are you?' You playfully slap her face and withdraw your finger. 'Beg for it, prove how much you need me.' You rub her clit with your cock, waiting for her answer.

'Please, boss, master! I need your cock. I don't know when we can fuck again if you go on a trip. Please.' Sana says and starts sucking your finger.

'Good girl, turn around and get your reward.' You pat her ass, signaling her to turn around so you can fuck her from behind. Sana follows your instructions and arc her ass even higher, making her body shape more stand out.

'Do you want to cum on my stockings?' Sana turns around her head, biting her lips.

I ignore her and impale her with my cock. "I'll cum wherever I want." I pull her arms back as I thrust, feeling my cock go deeper. Sana's moans only make me go rougher on her.

'Please, boss. Please cum for me! I need your cum. I want to join your trip because I want your cum everyday. Please fill me, boss! Ah!' Sana reaches the orgasm quickly as you play with her body. Her legs feel weak and nearly fall down.

You hold her waist and keep fucking her, her moan is not as loud as before, the orgasm is too intense, making Sana loss control of her body. Sana sticks her tongue out and you can see saliva dripping from her lips. 'Ah... boss... fuck me...'

"I'll fill you up, Sana!" I hold onto Sana's waist pulling her onto my cock as I thrust. Knowing that I'm going to cum I bury my cock inside her and unload inside her.

'Ah!' Sana's body jerks when you start to fill her, your cock keep throbbing and unloading your seed in her tint pussy. After resting from the long sleep, your cum is much more than usual, although you reach her deepest spot, her pussy cannot contain all of your cum, the cum start dripping out from her clit.

You sit on your chair again and put her on your lap, the cum dripping out faster, the white seed slowly penetrate her black stockings. You squeeze her tits and kiss her neck, leaving handprints and hickeys on her body. You are declaring your ownership of Sana in the purest way.

'Boss... you bring me to heaven...' Sana says tiredly, she does not have the stamina to resist your naughty hand. 'I will be your slut forever, I am all yours.'

"My little slut forever. I'll make sure to use you well." I whisper into her ear while I squeeze her tits. "Clean me up," I say to her. Sana doesn't resist falling off my lap onto the floor, where she plops my cock into her mouth and starts to clean my cum and her nectar off it.

'Good girl.' You pat Sana's head, appreciate her effort on cleaning your cock. 'Any reward you want? You want more of my cum?' You ask and you push her head towards your crotch, only release it when she starts to chock.

'Ugh...' Sana did not stop sucking you despite her being out of air. 'Of course, I want Boss's cum. But I want to go with boss more. I can warm your bed at night. We can even fuck on street as no one know about us there.' Sana gives you a slutty eye.

'I am thinking of going for a sterilization, so you can use my more freely.' Sana whispers to your ear as she stands up.

"That’s not necessary, Sana." I grab her waist and pull her in my lap. "Is there anything else you want?" I say as I start to tease her ass. We've done your mouth and your pussy.

Sana winks at you and bites her lips, 'I wanna do more for you, boss. Please don't be hesitant to share your fantasy with me, Sana will satisfy your wish.' She says as she leans and sticks her tongue out, your tongue dancing in the air.

You tear another hole near her ass in the stocking, your teasing makes her horny and she grinds on your cock. 'Boss, you want my ass?' Sana removes her butt plug. 'Now I feel uncomfortable if it is not in my ass, would you help me?' Sana shows you the butt plug you give her.

"Of course, Sana," I press my cock against her gaping asshole and ram it inside without giving Sana a chance to adjust. I hold her down on my cock while whispering in her ear. "How does that feel? Does my little slut love having my cock in her ass?"

'Oh, yes. I can't live without something in my ass now, it has to be your cock. Ah, it's so big...' Sana moans in your ear as you start to moving her by grabbing her waist. Everytime she goes down, you thrust your hip to go deeper in her.

As Mina is not here today, you do not need to worry about her today. You go rougher and rougher as your lust takes over your mind. 'It's so big...' Despite Sana moaning in pain, you have no intention to slow down, you are focusing on your own pleasure. you already leave several handprints on her tits, the ways you squeeze her legs may leave lots of bruises if Sana removes the stocking later.

'Boss... Please cum with me... fill my ass...' Sana screams when she is on the edge of the orgasm. You find that something is missing despite Sana's ass milks you like a sucker, 'Oh, it's Tzuyu, she is not her today.' You suddenly remember, the absence of her moan makes you feel like something is missing.

I put Tzuyu out of my mind for the moment and thrust harder into Sana. Her moans push me closer to the edge, and I feel her ass grow tighter as she cums. Momenta later, I reach my climax and fill her ass with my cum. I hold onto Sana’s waist, forcing her to grind against me while I ride out my orgasm. “Did you enjoy getting your ass filled? We have to plug it up quickly so it doesn’t spill out of you.” I tell Sana.

'Ah... so warm...' Sana moans again as she feels your cum filled her ass. 'Can I use you as a plug? It's much more better than the real one.' Sana lays her head on your shoulder.

You fix her messy hair that stuck with her forehead, 'You really love my cock so much, do you?'

Sana grabs you for a kiss before she answers, 'I promised to be your slut for life, I won't cheat on you again. Of course, I love your cock and ...'

You kiss her again to stop her before she can finish, 'Then my slut need to behave well when I am not here.'

'I can't go with you for real? Mina won't know if it's a normal business trip.' Sana looks at you with a poor face. ' Ah, I got something.' Sana gets up from your lap and let you plug the butt plug in her.

Sana gets something from your drawer, she hides it behind until she sits on your lap again. 'Do you like it, boss?' Sana says as she shows you the thing, it's a chastity belt.

“I do,” I tell Sana, “You’ll be wearing this while I’m gone. I hope you got all your urges out right now, or else this will really be torture for you, Sana.” I play with her clit, “I’ll be gone for quite a while” I fuck Sana until the day is done, making sure she’s satisfied for the moment before looking back at the chastity belt. “Are you going to wear it now, Sana?”

You look at Sana, who is resting on your couch, waiting for her answer. Her tits bouncing heavily as she is still recovering from the orgasm.

'I am ready, but are you satisfied already, boss? Your trip is gonna without any girls. Or you wanna bring my stockings with you, so you can fap at night?' Sana teases you again as she sees you are rubbing her legs.

You never found that you have such an interest in Sana's legs until she wears stockings for you today. Her stocking is now full of scent of the mixture of her sweat and nectar, and even your cum. Her stocking is nearly damaged in the furious sex, especially her crotch area, the cum is keep dripping out from her pussy. The wrinkles on her red shirt makes her even look horny, she is just like a whore in this dressing, inviting any men to fuck her.

You slowly remove her damaged stocking so you can fit the chastity belt on her, but Sana stops you by stepping on your crotch with her legs, 'You really don't wanna cum on my stockings, your hands never leave them today?'

"Maybe when I come back. It'll be something to look forward to." I tell Sana as I continue putting the chastity belt on her.  After that, I'll go take a bath at a bathhouse before returning home.

You help Sana to change in the spare clothes before leaving the office. Knowing you are addicted to her stockings, Sana did not throw the broken one, instead she put it in your drawers.

'You can bathe at my home, you know, I can help you clean your body.' Sana says before leaving your car. You are nearly tempted to the idea, but you know you ain't gonna leave very soon if you enter her house body.

'Goodnight, boss.' Sana kisses your cheek and leaves the car.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut #sana smut

[endeline]

Let The Light In: Part 1

Words: 1,448

Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies to lovers (but the reader doesn’t know why they’re enemies), Scarlet is actually so in the wrong, slow burn.

"Alright, ladies, let's get this show on the road! We need everyone to go to their assigned positions, please! If you've forgotten where you go, check the initials on the tape on the floor to find your spot. We’ll be around in five to remove it and to check the lighting," Charlie's voice booms through a megaphone, slicing through the bustling energy of the gym.

At her direction, people begin shuffling around at once; the UConn women’s basketball team quickly finds their spots and joke amongst themselves while the photography team busies ourselves, trying to make everything perfect.

“Hey C, we need a light in the left corner!" I shout, my voice faltering as my eye catches onto a stubborn piece of tape one of the others had left stuck to the floor. Rolling my eyes, I kneel to peel it off and with a quick tug, I add it to the growing collection clenched in my fist, freezing only momentarily when I see the bold ‘P.B.’ written across it. ‘Shit.’

I swivel on my heel, turning away from the woman in front of me before standing and scurrying back to the safety of my monitor.

“All good, Scarlet?” Charlie nudges my shoulder. “Yeah, yeah, all good. We should probably get started.”

She nods, picking up the megaphone again. “Okay, thank you everybody for your patience. We’re all ready! Let’s start with some smiles, okay?” I attach my camera to the tripod and look back at the monitor. “1..2..3, and get ready for flashes please!” I shout, clicking the shutter button a few times, then turning to a monitor to see the pictures.

A few “looks good” are murmured as they look over my shoulder, but something’s off.

Seemingly noticing my hesitation, Charlie walks over and looks at the screen before piping up, “Hey, number 5, can you twist a bit to your left please? You’re turning away from the group.”

Charlie had gotten it immediately. I look up now; Paige is avoiding my gaze as she moves. “Better?” Charlie looks at me. “Better.”

I return to the camera, taking a few more shots, occasionally shouting out instructions for different facial expressions until we get a thumbs up from our boss, telling us to move on to individual shots.

“Okay, beginning with last names in alphabetical order, can we please get Ms. Bueckers out first?”

Seeing her name was one thing but hearing it is an entirely different story. I can’t suppress my reaction to her name this time, my breath catching in my throat.

I hear her before I see her, standing in front of me for the first time in a year, completely emotionless as she stares directly into my camera, startling me with the indirect eye contact as I look through my lens.

“What are we going for?” she says, turning to Charlie, completely ignoring my presence. “Let’s start out serious, and we’ll move on from there?” I barely hear her over the ringing in my ears.

‘You’re a professional, be professional.’

I steel myself before turning to Paige. “Give me a game day face,” she doesn’t look at me when I speak, instead choosing to continue to stare down my camera as if it's committed some personal offense to her, crossing her arms and drawing her lips into a tight line as I click the shutter a few times.

I’m on autopilot, taking shot after shot when something stops me, something's wrong. I look up to see Paige's gaze set on me now. I blink once before looking again, but her eyes are still on me, the intensity of her stare unnerving, and I almost feel guilty for capturing it.

My hesitation and the absence of my shutter clicking doesn’t go unnoticed; a hand taps my shoulder, startling me. My boss, Leo, is shaking his head.

“Scarlet, you can stop. We can’t use these.” I turn to Paige, and back to Leo, a shocked “Why not?” leaves my mouth before I can stop it. I hear him sigh as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. “Come look at them with me, please,” he motions, guiding me back to the laptop.

I click on the last picture I took and turn back to Leo. “I mean, the lighting's fine, focus is good, I don’t get what’s the matter with it?” He says nothing in response, instead just leaning over to zoom in on Paige’s face, or rather her eyes which are swimming in unshed tears. “We can’t use these,” he repeats lowly before turning away from me. “Can we get a few shots with Ms. Brady, please?”

I turn back to where Paige had been standing, but she’s no longer there; I barely catch sight of her exiting the gym with Caroline and Azzi hot on her tail.

“What’s her deal?” Charlie mutters, standing at my side again. Tearing my attention away from the gym doors. I shrug. “Hell if I know,” walking back to my camera, I turn to Ice. “Lets start with a few dribbling shots if that's okay with you?”

Within six hours, the media team had almost everything done, which might genuinely be a new record.

Exhausted, I slump down onto the bleachers, hoping to close my eyes for a few moments when I'm interrupted by Leo’s hand tapping my shoulder. “Scarlet, we need to have a chat.” I nod, moving to stand as I follow my boss back to the monitor where a new picture of Paige is pulled up.

“Listen, I'm not sure what the deal was with the first set of pictures you shot, or if her reaction had anything to do with you at all,” I open my mouth to defend myself when he raises his hand, “No, I don’t need to know if something happened between you two, I just need to know if you think she’d be okay with you trying again, because please look at these.” I turn my attention back to the monitor; the pictures aren't bad per se but they are - for lack of a better phrase - lifeless.

Her posing feels forced and the angles aren’t her best, I’ve taken enough photos of her to know what works and the man photographing her now, Will, simply hasn't.

“We need to be professionals and make sure all the players are comfortable at all times, so I want you to really think about it,” he says before stepping away, leaving me alone at the monitor, staring as new pictures of the blonde appear on the screen, each one worse than the last.

Charlie!" I called out, waiting for her to approach. "What do you think of these?" She glanced at the photos and shrugged, "I love Will, but you could do better."

I nod, "Leo thinks I should try again." She tries, but fails to hide her surprise, "Are you sure Paige would be okay with it?"

I shrug, "I don't see why not; we didn't have a falling out, she just stopped talking to me."

After a pause, I added, "I'll speak to Will first, see if we can fix this without me behind the camera." Charlie nodded and went to find Will, who was at my side in moments, eager to leave his camera.

"Scarlet, you should be taking these," he insisted, then whispered, "She's tough to work with." At this I have to suppress a laugh, I knew Paige’s capabilities well, she knew how to work a camera, it almost is impossible to take a bad picture of her.

"Have you tried letting her move during the shoot? Start with serious expressions; she starts goofing around after 15 minutes, and you'll miss the good shots. Then again, she'll probably be more professional with you than she was with me."

Will rolled his eyes, "Scarlet, I've tried everything." He motions back to his camera, "give it another go."

Resigned, I approach the camera. “Is it okay if I try?” I find myself asking softly, speaking to Paige for the first time in months. She stares at me like a deer caught in headlights before quickly composing herself; a weak “yeah” is the only response I get, and it’s enough for me to feel comfortable quickly re-adjusting the camera and taking my first successful picture of Paige today.

She responds to me instantly, a forced grin quickly spreads across her face as I give a thumbs up, signaling for her to change poses.

We are taking pictures for 15 minutes, quickly finding our old rhythm, I find myself constantly adjusting Will’s camera as she moves around, dribbling a ball, crossing her arms, and giving the camera a fierce look, grinning ear to ear, her movements well-rehearsed from years of experience being in front of my lens.

We only stop when I hear an excited “We got it, guys!” called out from Leo, who turns the monitor towards us where what might end up being one of the best pictures I’ve ever taken of her is displayed on the screen.

Before I can stop myself, I’ve turned towards Paige, a proud smile stretched across my face. “Good job” a brief nod is all I get in response before she mutters a quick “thanks” in my direction. The rest of the media team receives much more sincere thank yous, and she exits the gym quickly, leaving me to wonder the same question that always plagues me after seeing her: ‘What the hell happened?’

#paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers #paige buckets #uconn wbb #wcbb #wcbb x reader #wlw

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 68

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Well looks like someone is having fun in this week’s chapter art by @aimike17

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis:  A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

It feels like a hundred years ago but credit where credit is due @hijinxensues They are all the genius behind the hilarity of the dick and nip nop actions you will see below. It's so wild to think about how much time has passed since we talked about it to now. Also apropos the author of The Cloaking Brooch Dilemma would be such an inspiration for this chapter!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

LAST WARNING FOR THE 🍋 UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: slit, labia minora, uterus, oviduct, egg laying terminology, egg stuff, some forceable entry, and pregnancy mentions

You knew on paper that planning a wedding was a nightmare. You had friends and family who had gotten hitched over the years, but you had been just removed enough. You hadn’t felt the effects of the stress and instead saw glimpses of breakdowns. It seemed a miserable affair for what was touted as the supposedly happiest day of one’s life.

It might have put you off had you not had your mate.

Donatello was a ferocious beast when it came to planning. Not just from his years of strife, but his mind itself demanded that everything have a place. It left you able to bask in the fanfare of getting engaged, while he went about dark bidding. While you giggled and showed off your band, he was often busy. It left you free to schmooze with offered lunches and infectious catch-ups.

You weren’t coy in talking about your mystic ring, whether you were believed or not. The aura you had felt coming off of it was the very life essence of your betrothed. A yokai custom that had somehow come over from the humans they despised, it basically went that with this ring you were promised to one another. A drop of blood had been devoured by the band and in doing so it became tied to Donnie. The ring was then passed off in representation of a bond and would be made complete when the opposite ring was similarly prepared and the two were pressed together.

It would link the wearers and extend their connection beyond the physical object. Not quite a spell and yet another thing Donnie despised about mysticism, he saw the merit. You’d be able to know each other were alive and well no matter your distance without a second thought. You’d have an inherent sense of where the other was even if you were separated. Wellbeing could be checked with a blink of an eye. It was all advantages, but you could only think of one thing.

He had finally found a way around your moratorium against trackers.

You’d joked about it as such and it had momentarily struck Donnie completely crestfallen. You immediately walked back your comment with apologies as such a trick had clearly not occurred to him. It was too late to diffuse his particular band and until it was matched with another, the reversal ritual could not be completed. He’d almost called the whole thing off until you got through to him, by simply taking his face and catching his eye.

He melted for you and you told him his reaction was proof enough of his change.

You reminded him you originally barred him from it due to his obsessive use.

You never felt controlled by him.

If you ever were, it was always done in a playful way and stopped if you even mentioned a line.

You loved him.

You could also feel him whenever you wanted now. He was wrapped around your finger in a literal sense. Not intrusive, but a reassurance, he hung back when you were busy. The moment you even sort of thought of him, often as it was, your ring resonated warmth. It was his very presence close to you and you’d spent a few nights after the proposal just holding your own hand. It echoed not a heartbeat, but his soul itself and with it his every emotion. When he was asleep it drifted like a lullaby and if anything difficult crossed his mind, you could now literally sense his struggle. An interesting evolution of the way you were already in tune with one another, you imagined it might be for better or worse, but that was also what you wholeheartedly promised him.

He was with you and you couldn’t wait until he could carry that same piece with him.

You were ready when around two weeks, you felt him both through your ring and his person when he suddenly lifted up out of a mountain of digital screens.

He turned to you with a wilted body before he reenergized simply because he willed it.

He then walked up to you and you were given three option screens.

Wedding date.

Wedding color scheme.

Wedding theme.

You moved carefully around each of them to lay a huge thankful kiss on Donnie’s lips.

He took it before collapsing into the couch and pulling you right back in front of the selection in the process.

“We start here.” Donnie coiled around you to further replenish his strength.

You settled against him. “You realize you don’t have to do all this.”

“That will be the last time you say that.” He butt his head against yours and you squeaked as he barely withheld the knock. “This is an opportunity. Perish the thought that I will do anything other than conquer this task.”

“Not a challenge.” You reminded him and cuddled close so he couldn’t headbutt you again.

He chuffed sharply. “No. It is a delight. One of my biggest projects to date and one purely of my own desire?” He churred from the thought alone.

You tackled him down into the cushions, but he staunchly righted you.

“Decide. You’ve had time. You must have been considering such.”

You pinched him lightly. “I have, but don’t be so pushy.”

“The question was one thing, you have agreed and must marry me.”

You gave him his patented look.

A grumble started in his throat but he squashed it. “I’m not clarifying entrapment.”

“Not this time? I can back out then?” You laid on your sarcasm obviously.

“No.” His beak rose. “If you try I will play my own card.”

“Is it a secret?”

His eyes shifted with thought before they landed on you. “You’ve seduced me, led me on.”

“Oh, so extra petty. You’re going for guilt” You leaned on him.

“For what you’ve done to me?” He cocked a brow.

You kissed him.

It wasn’t a distraction.

He must have known because he finally relented.

You both sank down against the couch and made out without particular heat. A mellow joining, you coupled until the presses tapered off. Curled up together, you sat and breathed one another in. Eyes open, you skimmed hands and tested how your prints matched to his. He not so covertly brushed your ring a few times and you knew he liked the obvious mark that told others you were spoken for. Pressing into the thick of his cheek, you came away and told him your hopes for the wedding.

You wanted it to represent you both.

You wanted a guest list of those most important.

You wanted this to be a celebration.

You wanted to share your love with your loved ones.

From there you both branched off discussing options. You spoke long time thoughts, things you’d seen work at other weddings, and options that you assumed weren’t possible. Donnie noted them all both mentally and in a running list in those dialog boxes he manifested. Colors were paired and shared in swatches and you narrowed it down to only a few groupings before you moved onto something else. Finally deciding there was no real need to rush and you were annoyingly at the mercy of venues only if you kept Donnie back from sabotaging another’s date, you picked a window about a year from now.

Donnie was ecstatic to make your usual anniversary, your truly official one.

You shook your head at his stubbornness. “How’s planning gonna go? I know your excited, but I don’t want you to do this all alone-”

“You are integral.” He spoke and with a flick of his hand, you watched a thousand question boxes appear.

You sank down in fear.

He chuckled and they burst into pixel dust. “We manage. They are already algorithmically sorted by importance, be it date or necessity. Everyday you will make less than a handful of key choices and preparations will continue, leaving neither of us overwhelmed.”

“That sounds… too easy?” You checked with him.

“I imagine there will be every inconvenience possible.” He met your eyes with excitement growing in his.

“You are too into projects.” You gave up with a grin.

“I’ve already seen a term: Bridezilla?”

You laughed. “Donniezilla!”

He growled into your ear and rolled you over so you were beneath him.

-

You wanted to say it got bad only because people kept asking. A topic of conversation that sprouted the moment the intrigue of your engagement wore off, it was either when and where or how miserable were the wedding preparations going. You’d give an ‘it’s going’ to placate the question asker, but in all actuality, you had been having fun. Donnie crushed irritating vendors with his villainous might and had a blast doing so. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had joined the foray and had only requested that he not be the flower boy. Donnie had given him a noise of disgust at the mere mention and told him curtly that he was to be the best man.

Your son had literally short circuited much to yours and Donnie’s concerns.

When he rebooted he was his usually rambunctious self and set off for his own research and planning. Knowing they were going to have an absolute disaster of a bachelor party was something you couldn’t wait to see. You imagined you would be doing so via news network coverage of an unknown entity terrorizing the city and requested tapes. They would go into the world’s funniest wedding album and you were otherwise left to your planning.

Coral took her own best person duties with a severity that rivaled S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.’s. You were going to have your own reel whether you liked it or not. She was strangely as adept as Donnie in planning, but in a different way. Her methods were nonsensical and her planning of a bridal shower started with something about hiring the right talent and everything else would fall into place. Such person was a psychic with a larger than life personality who had forecasted doom upon all those in relationships and paired up the rest. You had gotten to live in your own high school drama for an evening and it had been oddly hilarious even if Hypno had declared a nemesis of the psychic.

You only had to stop him from making her disappear in a variety of ways about six times.

Time continued to march on and things were being secured left and right. The venue was acquired as one of the first objectives and everything after that was filling it. You met with those ordained to marry you in interviews that had supposedly been for them, but had quickly turned into ones orchestrated by Donnie. Colors were picked and then every item for embellishment fit along them in a complementary or contrasting way. Digital builds of the rehearsal, the ceremony, and then reception all painted them stunning.

Donnie, true to his word, was not only happy, but appeared untroubled by all the intricacies of planning. He had some work at home, but had been trending toward the lab as of late. Something about the time of year for projects, you visited him for a few lunches only to be surprised by Spencer. Donnie’s Senior Demonstrations Advisor looked about as haggard as an actual bride in a collapsing chapel.

“You aren’t married?!”

You only glanced at Donnie.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the invite, I am going, but you have to understand! Donatello is being willfully ignorant of the fact that I vouched for his supposed matrimony to the government!” Spencer looked like he wanted to shake you in Donnie’s place.

You were now staring at your partner.

Donnie had a smile to his aura, but not on his face.

“It’s my neck on the line when they find out your pass has not actually been valid this whole time!!” Spencer looked a moment away from cracking.

You’d done your best damage control, but the man needed a vacation above all else. It was only later that evening that you questioned your betrothed about revealing the secret to which he’d been similarly blasé.

“Marriage invite rule of thumb is that one should invite overseers and closest colleagues. Spencer fits both descriptors to an extent.”

It had been a softening moment for your heart and you hugged Donnie. He never pushed you away, but he seemed put off by the source of the affection. Donnie had always spoken of Spencer’s utility to his business and he didn’t seem aware of the larger implications that he liked the man, no matter the capacity. As much as he put him off with his synthetic attitude, Spencer had helped with Genius Built’s continued success and Donnie only kept around those who were useful, with a single caveat: he had to be able to stand them.

Whenever Spencer finally reached that conclusion you imagined you were going to be cornered again, this time with near explosive tears of happiness.

Your fiancé’s section was always going to be a lean one and you couldn’t help, but notice he’d picked up texting. Something you yourself had been more as of late because you had reconnected with those in attendance, you had an idea who it was, but didn’t want to jinx it. The whole invitation matter had been discussed and the difficult attendees had been mentioned with surprisingly short interest.

Mikey was coming to the wedding.

He was undoubtedly your friend and while working out the initial guest list, Donnie had just assumed you’d be inviting him. The youngest Hamato’s name had been written right under Hypno’s, but speaking on it at large had been skipped when Donnie mentioned plus ones. Neither of you wanted to invite Warren and most of your time had been spent trying to decide whether or not it was worth it to put his name on an invitation.

Leo had been the bulk of the conversation. If you were celebrating what made the two of you whole, then it was an annoying admittance that Leo played a large role. One of a menace, he had inadvertently been the reason Donnie was finally honest with you about his past. Leo appeared as some harbinger for nearly every one of your relationship evolutions. His existence was an antagonistic one, but as it currently stood, it was hard to imagine he would bring more.

It was decided he’d probably be Mikey’s plus one and it was left at that.

That left two Hamato and Splinter was simply too raw a topic for Donnie. Your partner was in the mind enough to admit the old fool would probably enjoy seeing the marriage, but it was without asking that Donnie had tapered off there. You hugged him and told him that you would make a point to share the wedding video with the rat man after and with that Splinter was left off the guest list.

You then moved on to discussing the interpersonal relationships with your family. You could tell Donnie knew you were staring at him with intent as he’d ignored one, very large man from the notes, but his persistence in asking about your cousins made you relent. You offered the details of who should be sat where and, with that, your first pass of the guest list was created.

You hadn’t forgotten.

It was too poignant.

An omission that was painfully obvious.

Donnie was texting.

You said nothing about the vibrations that zipped throughout your apartment and in a certain way that reminded you of when you first had started texting Mikey. An unsaid testing of waters was a difficult one to name. For Donnie, it was more so and you respected his privacy. You knew he’d come to you when the time was right and this was something he needed to work out himself.

You felt his smile before you saw it.

It was a small bubbling that tingled in your finger with happy pops that differed greatly to the ones you earned.

You’d tucked a finger to brush your ring before looking over to your partner.

He sat with a form of affection on his face that said he’d been impressed.

He had a friend.

One that you didn’t supply.

You chewed your lip and when he took a deep breath out of the move, you were ready for him to address you before he actually did.

“I have a lunch appointment this coming Saturday.”

You meant to leave it.

You were going to let him have this.

The most you could offer was looking away from him.

You loved him so much.

“Tell Raph I said hi.”

Donnie made a little noise of surprise and you didn’t speak on it further.

It took several minutes, but he eventually approached to kiss you in thanks.

-

“I consider this our final test.” Donnie spoke from where he stood across from you in the bedroom.

You chewed on a giggle and nodded.

He took the air of levity and twitched his lips to keep them in a serious line. “With this we will clear up a final question.”

“Of course. We have to know.” You responded and your voice warbled with sarcasm.

“As you know these were graciously donated by Raphael last week, but I had been working on properly setting them.”

You bobbed. “Oh…! Things have been so crazy I didn’t even ask how the AIA was?”

Donnie tipped his head graciously. “The exhibition on the history and future of public spaces was fascinating.”

“How’d Kaleb and Raph get along?” You smiled at Donnie’s choice of groomsmen.

“Well. They each have lacking expertise in certain areas, but enough intrigue that it was a fruitful experience for all.”

You squirmed to stay in your spot.

Donnie gave you a sly grin. “Impatient, dearest?”

“We’re getting married in like two weeks, I’ve barely seen you in the last month, and when we do it’s all been catching up so…”

“Final preparations to attend to…” Donnie mused and cradled a chest in hand. “Both for the wedding and work as we will be out of the country soon.”

“We’re not going forever. Two weeks is nothing after what we’ve pulled. Your company basically runs itself and I’ve been back in my old position for months.”

“Don’t downplay your new job title.” Donnie teased.

“Same work, new name.” You stared back dryly.

“Which reminds me, was this considered a wedding gift as it is necessary for the honeymoon?” Donnie jostled the chest and finally stepped toward you. “I have an algorithm set to analyze guests for thank you notes and will need to adjust Raphael’s if so.”

“I think Raph gave this to us as a gift gift, not a wedding gift, but I’ll ask Mikey to double check.”

Donnie nodded his appreciation. “Without further ado.”

You flexed your fingers as if you had some great performance to execute before you tucked your digits to lift the box’s lid.

Within it there were two pieces of jewelry set on the plush purple interior.

One was a necklace with two bands that strung themselves to hold a green gemstone on prominent display while the other was a similarly designed arm cuff.

You removed the latter first and took your time applying it to Donnie’s bare bicep.

He watched you with sweetened affection before you released him. He then daintily took the necklace and set the box aside before approaching you. Lifting your head for him, he applied the necklace clasp and traced around to your front to make sure the neck;ace lay comfortably.

“Ready?” Donnie took his original position.

You had a full view of one another. “Ready.”

You both lifted your arms in time.

Yours to your neck and his to his arm. “Three.”

“Two.”

“One.” You both pressed your stones.

For a moment, your vision darkened as a tornado of mystic energy swirled around you. A whipping without wind, the cocoon then fell away and you found yourself looking down. There was a point of plastron jutting sharp from your chest and you reached up to touch what was undoubtedly a pectoral scute. “Donnie…!”

“Softshell.” Donnie spoke warmly.

“I am?!” Your gaze shot to his face and your jaw dropped.

Standing before you was the unmistakable human version of your fiancé. His same eyes evaluated you from above his familiar chiseled jaw. The bulk of his neck then dipped, gnarled with one type of scarring, before it perched upon shoulders that had one side marked with another from your mouth. It all topped his muscular torso. Just as you predicted, he was carved marble. From tight pectorals that gave way to beefy thighs, he was what you assumed people pictured when they thought of godly bodies.

Moving into him with awe, you reached up to skim his body, but paused to check with him. He nodded for you to go ahead and you saw a twinkling in his eye. Similarly moved, you brushed over the skin on his abdomen and trended toward his thick arms. His markings were absent, but the punctured skin from his experiments created paler starbursts of epidermis damage. You traced them lightly until you caught his five fingers hand. “You’re handsome.”

“More so?” He joked and made it obvious he was reaching up with his free appendage.

“Different kind.” You told him before making it obvious you were looking down the length of him. “I’m glad we both stripped beforehand.”

His cock poured from him in a soft and loose dangle.

You licked your lips and resisted touching it to instead come up and adjust the only thing still the same on his person, his cloaking brooch cuff. “What about me?”

“I haven’t seen past your species.”

“You haven’t looked?” You chuckled and sent your gaze to his face.

His hair fell loose and wild around his cheeks and it floated as he shook his head.

You reached up to cup his cheek and couldn’t help but miss the scaley catch of his skin. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He spoke in a rush and bent to kiss you.

You tried to judge what height was lost.

It seemed little based on his bend, but there was something between his legs that you thought was a few inches short.

His lips met yours and you were immediately struck by how you actually lacked the same. You had always considered his to be a pucker, but with your anatomy changed that wasn’t exactly the case. The sensation broke you both apart, where you saw the same confusion on Donnie’s features.

It came with a raise of his brows.

They were now caterpillars on his face.

You reached up and skimmed over them and your partner fully shivered away from you. 

He had an arm up in defense before he smoothed out his forehead in a face smacking swipe.

He shook out and looked down at his hands.

Either muscle memory or something else had his index finger glued to his middle and his third stuck to his pinkie for a V-shape.

“Sweet, you okay…?” You stepped closer and reached up to cup his hands.

He held the pair away from you for a moment before he let his appendage fall into yours. “Startled.”

You nodded. “You’re safe. We can turn this off whenever.”

“This is a cosmetic change. I’m still me.”

“You are.”

“I can feel the hair follicles!”

“You have all kinds of hair now. Arm hair...” You moved a hand to skim one.

He shuddered again, but this time did not flee. “Should I be able to feel them!?”

You looked at him with a curious blink.

You knew you had lashes.

You could feel them.

They were also nothing like they were.

The distinct lack made blinking not feel as clear.

He gave a forced grunt.

The noise no longer came easily to him and wound the taut of his body.

He shuddered again and sent irritation down at you. “I understand the biology.”

“I know.”

“I know exactly how nerve fibers are laid out!”

“Donnie, I know.”

“I did not think that sensation would translate!”

You squeezed his hands. “Don.”

“Mysticism.” He knew the answer and spat it. “How infuriating.”

“Let’s take a break from you.” You tilted your head in a movement of learned cuteness. “Would that help?”

“Yes.” He agreed all too quickly.

“Where’s that mirror?” You knew exactly where it was, but spoke the statement so he’d know your intention as you took a step.

Your heel left the ground much later than the rest of your foot.

It, in fact, dragged and you stumbled slightly.

Your appendage moved wide and you spread your toes for extra grip.

You only had two in the front and tensed in an unsteady positioning.

Donnie’s arms came around you in a floating hold in case you fell. “Bigger steps.”

“Bigger feet.” You remarked and then tried walking again.

You could feel how you stomped as if you were wearing shoes that were too large.

It pained you with a sort of embarrassment as you moved over to the mirror.

A bald version of yourself greeted you.

You looked like a smaller version of Donnie.

Turning side to side and forgetting how strange your body felt, you saw how your plastron hugged your torso. It nipped your thighs as you moved and it felt as though you were wearing an enormous tactical vest. The front didn’t feel as different as the back, but a faint tiny row of spines marked the center of your carapace in a formidable row.

You reached an arm around to touch them.

You had a similar reach and flicked a finger in a bounce against a few of them to feel how sharp they were. “You should have these?” 

“Longer, but yes.” He watched off to the side to keep from being in the mirror himself.

“Would these hurt me?” You looked at him. “Or, I guess you now?” 

Donnie sneered lightly at his hand before he moved to touch your spines.

You shivered with the odd dulled, but clear feeling of them as he ran a weighted finger up.

A kiss came to the side of your head. “My skin remains unbroken.”

You shared the moment of pleasure before looking at yourself again. “I’m all green.”

You could feel Donnie weigh his earlier illogical statement about feeling his hair and kept his mouth shut.

You sent him a knowing look. “I don’t have those purple markings.”

It piqued his interest and you saw him search you.

“Actually… you don’t have them either.” You watched him halt before he looked at his own body for the first time.

Starting right at his bicep, he flexed and prodded the skin where they used to be. “Odd…”

“Why would softshells be purple anyway? I get like Leo’s marks and Mikey’s, but yours…?”

Donnie had a deep frown. “I am… unsure. They were an oddity I was forced to accept. Raphael has since mentioned that they glow when ninpo is in use.”

“Does Raph have marks?”

Donnie looked more frustrated. “No.”

“Weird…”

Donnie rolled his eyes.

“Mysticism.” You spoke for him.

He hummed and slid a hand over the flat of your plastron.

You leaned into his touch to get more of it. “It is dulled.”

He nodded and moved closer to trend further down.

Your upper mons was now covered by a literal plate.

It felt odd to feel how it pressed and moved against your body.

It was one with your skin, but something else entirely.

You imagined Donnie wanted to inspect further when he suddenly yelped.

You caught him stumbling away as your head moved faster than you thought possible. You got to see how he tried to catch himself on the heel that should have been on the back of his foot. There was nothing and his feet flew out from under him. You made it right to his side in another feat of heightened speed, but not fast enough to catch him before he fell on his ass for another screech.

“This flesh is so weak!!” He snarled.

“What happened?” You offered a hand.

He caught it and you were able to help him up with some ease.

Was he lighter or were you stronger?

“This!” He scoffed and threw gesturing hands to his crotch.

His dick hung an innocent pillar.

“It’s just… out!” Donnie griped and wiggled his hips so it flopped. “This is inane! A horrific biological function! A patent weakness!”

“Yeah, hitting guys in the dick is a whole disarming thing.”

Donnie’s nose scrunched. “Horrific!”

“What happened though?” You reached toward his member.

He turned away from you and stomped a few steps. “Your carapace!”

“My…?” You looked up from where you were now reaching to the empty air.

“There are faint spines around the edges. My length brushed such!”

“The edge?” You had to reach and feel the uneven texture. “Huh, I guess that would sting. Did it rub?”

“Yes!” He whipped back to you and his cock slapped his thigh. “Fuck!”

“That couldn’t have hurt!”

“But I can feel it!” Donnie huffed.

“It’s sensitive! It’s a dick!” You responded with an incredulous laugh. 

“A sex organ should be inside!!” He seethed.

“Donnie!” You continued to titter. “We haven’t even gotten to the balls!”

“Testes!” He shouted a correction. “Now there is some biological precedent! The cooling of sperm to a suitable temperature! Otherwise their placement within the body would inhibit numbers!”

“They’re also more sensitive.” You approached him with open hands.

He didn’t flee. “I am not saying they should be outside, but at least there is a reason!”

You touched a hand to the center of his chest and made it obvious you were going to reach between his legs.

He was highly strung and fury oozed off of him and through your ring.

You puckered your mouth for a hush, but it came more as a breath of air as you needed to round your lack of lips more.

Donnie watched on, undeterred until you barely brushed his balls.

A sagging pair upon shriveled skin, the whole of him wound before he flailed away from you and toward the bed.

It caused you to stumble back where you had to admit that extension of your foot was great for catching yourself.

“I hate this!” He turned to you after he had a stable grip on the bed.

You could see his butt from his rotation and it didn’t look as remarkable as the rest of him.

You meant to muffle a chuckle, but what came out of the reverberation in your throat was a trill sound.

It stole all of Donnie’s attention.

You blinked and had a hand raised toward your throat. “That felt weird…”

“The structure of your larynx differs.”

You breathed in and out once before you tried to summon a mating call, but it came out as a stunted squeak.

Donnie bobbed with a single puff of laughter before he turned to sit.

You watched him have to squirm a few times to get used to the cheeks he was perched upon.

He visually walked through the steps to calm himself before he offered a hand.

You took it in a careful show and came up to him. “Let’s stop.”

He shook his head.

“You sure? I heard you. You hate this.”

“I hate the vulnerability.” He clarified. “I don’t dislike experimentation with you.”

You were careful of his legs as you moved to kiss him.

Once then twice, his hand then shifted to skim your arm. In a slow coaxing, he brought you closer and you moved to crawl up him with intense attention. Keeping as far from his cock as possible, he edged you both onto the bed until you were straddling his leg and kissing him down into the mattress. You felt a tickling in your throat even though your neck wasn’t caressed. A hand curled around your thigh and its fingers stretched to brush your tail when something shook your vision.

It rumbled inside your head and you broke away along with the sound.

Donnie had a smug smile on his lips.

“I churred.” You told him and smothered the smarmy look on his face with a kiss.

“I hoped you would.” He explained.

“I’m calm though… Why didn’t it happen before?”

“You’re not used to slipping into it. You think to conjure sound, the methodology is different.”

“Ah…” That made enough sense.

“May I examine your sex?”

He hadn’t even tried to sugar coat his clinical interest. “Buy me dinner or something first.”

He chuckled and pet your shell in a pleasurable way.

You gave a few churrs, but they wouldn’t flow easily out of you. “H-have to r-remember how to do this for you…”

“You taught me.” He spoke and moved to apply pressure to your side.

The connecting plates between your shell and scutes had different types of nerve endings and you ended up rolling right over off of him. Laying on your carapace, you tensed at the feeling of lying on your spines. They shifted easily under you, but their bend seemed connected to your skeleton itself. A nervous chirp squeaked off your lips and Donnie appeared overhead painted in concern.

“Does it ache? The carapace curvature can be eased with some pillows as a prop.”

“N-no… it’s just weird… It’s weird.”

“You’re okay.” Donnie spoke with a similar reassurance that you had.

Soothing digits brushed your arms until you could feel slack urge you.

Giving in, you meant to lay your head back, but your neck snapped too far from the height of your shell.

Donnie grabbed a pillow to tuck under you.

You made a stressed sound as you sank into the object.

Your partner moved in a worried way and nosed reassurances into your cheek.

It was an odd triangle compared to his beak.

You missed him, you thought then.

A bubbling thought, it appeared without pretense.

He was still him, but it was different.

He was different.

You were different.

You ached and the concern must have passed over your features.

“Are you alright?” He slid a kiss down to your choker in demonstration.

You didn’t confirm or deny and instead moved to garner more comfort from him.

He gave it by laying onto his side and allowing you space to curl into him.

You tucked against his chest and it felt oddly squishy as his arm came around as a protective bar. He continued to stroke your arms until worries slid from your jellified state. A few affectionate proto-chirps warbled warmly from you as you bumped and nuzzled against him. He took them all with a peppering of kisses and you lifted from him to look down. He followed your gaze and you made it obvious as you hiked your legs up to spread for him.

He didn’t take you up on your offer and returned to pouring on his affections. 

He warmed you both outside and in through your ring.

You found his hand and tucked his fingers so he could feel the band.

“I don’t know what I yearn for more: having an official title of our bond or being able to feel what you are.”

“You noticed?” You nudged him.

“Notice how you hold it? Notice how you feel what I do and then turn your attentions to me?”

You felt a mating call expand your throat but it came out a shell of itself.

He did his best to mimic it. “I cannot wait.”

“Donnie…”

With a few more nudges he was placing kisses along your shoulder.

Your heart swelled. “We’ve been at this for a while. You’ve seen me. You’ve been touching me. Does that mean-?”

“I am propelled by your voice alone.”

You blinked wide at him.

He appeared to relent and concern creased his brow. “My sense of smell is dulled. The remaining leave little…”

You gripped his forearm.

He sighed deeply. “I do look, but you are not… you.” He gazed into your eyes. “You’re here, but you are not. You don’t feel the same. I don’t feel the same, but if ever you had lingering doubts on how I prefer you…”

You squeezed.

“As you are. I want you as you are.”

You kissed him.

He had latent concern, but soon melted into it. “The scientist in me wants to continue, but even logic urges me to hurry.”

“I’ve been ready.” You bumped your knee to his in a show that you had long presented.

“Probe you suddenly?” He scoffed.

You chuffed in a gruff noise that sounded like his.

“Never.” He spoke warmth into your ear. “I like that we’ve tackled this. You must know.”

“Me too.” You told him. “I miss you too.”

He moved over you and pushed his forehead hard into yours.

This time a mating call came easier. “We cleared it up, then. Our last question.”

“If there ever was one.” Donnie sat up.

You watched him.

It moved his will and you saw the tender underbelly of his affection. “I appreciate the reassurance.”

“You know I do too.” You grinned at him.

“You admitted yours.” He trended down your plastron with a feather-light finger and made it clear he was going south.

You squirmed in preparation. “We love each other.”

“We do…” On his knees, he was slow in taking your hips and pulling you.

Your spines tugged strangely as you were spun around. He set your lower shell against his thighs at first until the sensation had him lifting you back up. He then pulled a sheet up over his lap as a barrier before setting you back down. It left your legs dangling on either side of his body and he tipped his head to explore your slit.

You looked up at the canopy in preparation.

He ghosted your tail and it brought a wiggle to your hips.

He set you back on the bed and moved to lie on his belly. A whole ordeal with his cock in the way, he eventually settled on dragging you down the bed where he was bent over it. His hips against the mattress so only his torso was laying atop it, he was between your legs where he prodded lightly at where your sex was.

He laughed.

First a biting puff that tickled your thigh before he rose all the way up with it.

You scrambled onto your elbows and searched him with exploding embarrassment. “What? What is it!?”

He waved at you as he tried to calm himself. “You-you-!”

“Donatello!”

He cleared his throat hard. “Your body is as stubborn as you!”

“I don’t…?”

“You're barely wet.” His grin was all too wide.

You kicked him.

It connected with his abs and he grunted at the force.

“Shit, sorry!”

“No plastron…” He coughed out.

He shook his head and a slight pride appeared even through his wince.

You gave him a hopeless look.

He stood and continued to have puffs both to catch oxygen and latent giggles until he approached your side to kiss your head.

You pouted.

He opened the nightstand and got lube which he showed you before moving back into his original position.

“Jerk.” You grumbled.

“I appreciate your honesty.” He was all mirth.

“I could still be wet and it wouldn’t mean anything! It just happens!”

“True…” He ran his hands along the inside of your thighs.

The start of a moan caught you.

“But it didn’t…” He pressed a kiss into one before prodding your slit again. “How does it feel?”

He’d switched to a single hand and you wondered about the other as you sank into your pillow. “Pretty similar. The tail is more sensitive than the outer… lips, but it’s still a sensitive area.”

He hummed interest and scissored his fingers to part you.

It felt a little more exposing then the usual sensation and you told him so.

He took an obvious note before his other hand appeared with a warmed wet finger pressing your hole.

You gasped.

“There’s no obvious labia minora.”

“N-no …?”

He shook his head before he let his cheek lay against your leg. “No.”

You meant to ask more, but his finger tested your hole as if waiting for it to grant him entrance.

A similar but different erogenous sensation to what you were used to had you rolling your hips minutely in time with him.

When he finally sank a digit in, he allowed you one flexing adjustment before his body surged forward. Using his strength, he hoisted himself up and spun his entire arm around. The twist sent his digit up into you and with a curl you knew he was searching for your g-spot.

He pressed upwards against your body, but didn’t find it.

It felt good, but you had a clear enough mind to look down at him.

He had obvious irritation with a tinge of intrigue painting him.

“Don-nie?” You pushed your hips against his hand.

“Your anatomy is shifted.” He had the faintest complaint to his voice. “Mine too. I don’t have near the same reach.”

“Your fingers are super long.” You gave a faint moan as he probed straight down to his knuckle.

He gave a little growl that you thought might be his growing anger until you saw the type of heat on his face. “You know what this is?”

“W-what?” You felt trapped.

His other hand came up and he pressed his palm hard into your lower plastron. “There’s a chance your oviduct is hyper elongated…” He stopped suddenly and his expression felt like it scalded you. “I bet you have a magnum-isthmus junction! Fuck!”

“I don’t…!”

“Eggs!” His teeth audibly snapped. “You will now produce and hold eggs!”

 “A-ah!” Your voice broke as he shoved another two fingers in suddenly.

“I want to breed you, fuck. Fuck!” He lowered so he could see your sex and you felt him tug. “You’d hold my clutch. How many eggs? Oh…!”

“Donnie! Wait!!” His other hand shoved a finger in and this time he obviously tried to wrench you open so he could see inside. “Ow!!”

In an instant he was up and away from you.

He nearly fell over with the same folly as earlier, but he remembered and threw his weight forward to keep from toppling.

You pulled your legs up to the safety of your body.

“I’m sorry.” He rounded the bed to your side. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! That was not-!!”

“Instinct?” You reached for him.

He pulled you right into his chest and his chin dropped onto your head. “Instinct. Feral instinct. I apologize. Y/N…!”

“It’s okay…” You hooked an arm around his. “You’re okay. It stung, but it wasn’t so bad.” 

He panted around you.

You rubbed his arm and felt a bubble of interest.

Under the guise of leaning your head into him, you pushed him slightly.

It gave you a glimpse down his body where you saw his cock.

It hung a limp shape off of him.

You shook with the force of an amused chuff.

He shifted his hold to check you. “Y/N?”

You meant to quell him, but an awkward laugh leaked the moment you opened your mouth.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed to put himself at eye level and searched you.

“Your body is too honest.” You responded and felt some tears in your eyes.

He was gentle in moving up to wick them. “Y/N…”

“You’re not hard.” You told him. “What was your plan to breed me?”

“I’m not…?” The verbalization helped solidify the meaning and it was his turn to check his junk. “I’m not.”

You craned to peer over the bed. “Nope.”

“I don’t… know?” He sent confusion up at you.

“What was it like?” You curled your legs behind you to look over him.

He loosened a little and slumped against the mattress. “In all honesty, all I pictured was eggs lined up within you, seen via ultrasound.”

You cupped your hands over your mouth to stifle a laugh.

Your mate managed a glare.

“It’s just…” You swallowed more giggles. “Not the sex to make them, you pictured a sonogram?!”

He groaned loudly and buried his face into the bed.

You pet his head and tested his hair against your fingers.

He seemed to like it at first until you snagged him then he swatted at you until you were safely released before he rose up. “So asinine! I have no proof either. Even if we were to see if you had such an oviduct, it would be purely cosmetic! You don’t have any of the necessary genetics to create eggs!!”

“You got so caught up in the euphoria of pregnancy that you forgot everything else.”

He whined loud and stared up at you. “I truly apologize.”

“You’re fine.” You moved to kiss his head.

He searched blindly until he found your hand and held it.

You squeezed in turn.

It took several resting minutes before he surfaced. “Did you want to probe me?”

“I’m not sure you can handle it.”

He bobbed with agreeing amusement.

“There is one thing I want to touch.”

“Anything.” He rose up and looked a bit weary.

You coaxed him into your arms and pulled him onto the bed.

He came with a gangle of limbs, but eventually was laid out across your lap.

You ran curious and heavy fingers over his stomach so it wouldn’t tickle him.

He didn’t exactly seem to like the feeling, but he did appear to relax as it wasn’t a negative sensation.

Testing his belly button as it was a new and strange feature, you then moved upward towards his pecs.

Your goal in sight, you admitted to yourself just before reaching it that you were still a little bitter about what had occurred during his heat.

This would be a form of retribution, but not a painful one.

He had no idea what was coming when you bent forward to kiss his sternum.

He gave a bit of a dreamy sigh and what you imagined was the increased sensitivity and then in a flash you moved up and latched onto one of his nipples.

He squealed with the pitch of a pig and bucked you clean off.

With the force of his whole body, the bed bounced and the latent saliva you left behind must have chilled the bud because his hands shot up to wipe his chest off in a flurry.

Scraping his pecs and then covering himself up as if he were indecent, he sent horror in your direction. “Why!?!”

You tried to look innocent, but you were clearly staving off cackling. “Didn’t it feel good?”

“No! It felt weird!!” He shuddered straight into a gag. “Your tongue! I could feel exactly where your tongue went!”

“That’s how skin is…” You tucked your hands under your chin and craned your elbows to your legs to watch him with twinkling joy.

“You like that!” He spit it like a curse at your person.

“Feels good when you do it.”

He shivered again and had to flail his hands.

You watched on with a smile. “Cute.”

“Blech!” He stuck his tongue out at you. “I’ve had enough!”

“Changing back?”

“Yes!”

“I feel like there’s a ton of science you didn’t accomplish. You have two holes now, don’t you want to-?”

“No!!!” His face tipped unhinged. “No, thank you! You have been the only one to penetrate me and even that was done a single time. If it is difficult in my body, it is impossible in this!”

You laughed outright.

He came over and shoved an angry digit into the gem at your throat.

It wasn’t uncomfortable and barely offset your giggles as your vision disappeared momentarily.

When you returned, your mutant softshell mate was stewing in front of you.

“Donnie!” You spoke as if he was there anew and offered out your arms.

He glowered at them only in one sweep before he shot forward with need and scooped you up.

You wrapped around his head and he buried his beak right into your chest.

He gave a mating call loud and proud into your very ribs.

You kissed the top of his bald head. “Missed you.”

He pulled from you only long enough to reply, “Missed you. Welcome back, my heart.” He then pulled you straight into the sheets and placed as much of his big body onto yours to bask in your person.

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I think my new pet peeve are Astarion fix it fics

#i mean where people fix the first time they sleep together #by having tav notice what's up immediately #because the fact that Astarion puts up this act to fool the player is the whole meat of his story #the twist that this isn't in fact what he wants and everything is just a show is the spice #if you remove that from the story immediately then where is the story? #where is the progression #where is the twist?! #isn't what makes his story so satisfying the fact that he opens up to you later and tells you the truth about how he feels about sex??? #he feels comfortable to tell you FIRST #the whole confession deal is what makes it so sweet and touching #to me at least #also bffr would your tav really immeditaly know? #would they?? #i think it's so much more interesting if they're oblivious at first #but that's just me idk #also like with the people who woobify him it just feels like people are babying him #imo he needs to come to this realization by himself #sry for ranting #it's just by doing this you're literally removing his whole ARC #do you get me at all???

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i will never not find it hilarious that they completely forgot to animate patty at the very end of the final cutscene in the last three frames of the whole group

and the dub didn't even give her voiced lines when everyone was shouting they so the localization forgot about her too

#GTF Things #the loc also changed her line from “it stopped?” to “it's over?” which is awkward #bc i'm pretty sure she was referring to the blastia+spirit's power not working as they intended #i know the DE loc was really wonky and they rly just went what's a consistency tho #but it's actually very jarring for me to play the DE version bc the loc was actually relatively on point originally #and then all the additions and changes are super awkward in the loc #like flynn saying good luck out there to yuri if you sleep at the inn at aurnion... even tho he's literally in the party #you can tell they didn't actually check the original script for accuracy/consistency AT ALL #just really feels like they didn't care much about it ultimately and just shoved it out #the remake is what i have access to rn but like... the original was def better and like #as someone who did play the original numerous times it's so blatantly obvious where they changed/added stuff #esp since patty's lines outside of anything immediately directed at her own story #were almost entirely throwaway lines they stuck in there just to give her lines to make her more present #i'd say about half of flynn's added lines if not more for anything he wasn't originally part of were similar #like anything that was exactly the same except they stuck in a few extra lines for those two #and like... i love flynn but imo the DE version really didn't do him that much more justice (n-no pun intended) #and like it doesn't matter that they did plan patty originally bc ultimately she got cut #which meant making the entire story/plot without her; so adding her back in LATER is like... why did you fucking bother removing her then #they ended up having to forcefully stick her back in anyway and whatever she would've had in the first place #prob would've been better/integrated better into the story than trying to squeeze in lines wherever possible #and I say that bc her lines (and a chunk of flynn's) don't actually change anything. chars will respond the same with or without their line #like... hearts r did really great in integrating a new char into the main party #even if i usually do NOT like additions to the main cast in remakes and is usually why i don't want remakes in the first place for tales #and then you've got innocence r which just butchered everything with its additions #and vespy is right in the middle as like... why bother (for money i know but still) #also tho honestly with how little flynn is even actually playable it's still a big why bother for me #bc yeah i do love having him there and i do love the sidequest stuff with him #but the biggest difference between hearts r and the vespy remake is that they didn't really... remake it #they just stuck new things into existing unchanged content and added a little bit more and reused the base game #if the tag count is still thirty im out of tags lol i just have a lot of Feelings abt this remake

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JOCK!CHAN X NERD!FEM READER SMUT??🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

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t/w: smut ; breasts play ; clit play ; slight oral kink.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Come over after practice?"

You adjust your glasses on your nose after sending the text and get up to change into your pajamas.

You don't expect an immediate response, but you're too bored because you have nothing to do and you can't wait for him to text back.

You receive a reply only two hours later.

"Of course, baby, I'll take a quick shower and I'll be with you."

Only half an hour passes before he's standing in front of the door of your dorm room, with dark curly hair still wet and dressed in his usual black pants and t-shirt.

Before you know it, his soft lips are on yours and without breaking apart, you usher him into the room and he closes the door.

"Your hair is still wet." you point out as if he didn't already know.

"I wanted to be with you as soon as possible." You blush slightly at his words.

"How was practice?" you ask him.

"Changbin missed all his shots today." he chuckles.

"He's too short for basketball, I've always said so." you laugh with him.

"What were you doing in the meantime?"

"I was reading a book Seungmin lent me."

That's why shortly after you're sitting on your bed with your boyfriend's head in your lap while you read aloud word after word.

His eyes are closed as he listens to your soothing voice, but at some point you stop and he opens his eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asks you, and when you don't answer, he raises an eyebrow and gently lowers the book with one hand to see your slightly flushed face.

The story is getting a bit... hot, "Uh... I'm not sure if I should continue..." you admit, and he immediately understands what it's about. A smirk forms on his lips as he gets up.

"No, keep reading, I want to know how it continues." He has you sit in the middle of the bed and positions himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your body and keeping his eyes on the book, without reading, "Then?"

"Uh... he- he started kissing her neck," his soft lips immediately press against the skin of your nape, leaving slow, wet kisses, "As his hands roamed all over her body." And so does he, releasing the embrace and moving his hands over your body still covered by the light pajama shirt, running his fingers over your belly and higher, grazing the outline of your breasts.

"You're not wearing a bra?" He whispers against your neck, his breath lightly tickling you.

"I'm more comfy without."

He groans almost imperceptibly, feeling your hardening nipples through the fabric of the shirt.

"Keep reading." he orders, and you do as he says.

You read quickly in your mind, trying to get to the parts where it only describes his actions. "His- his fingers play with her nipples, squeezing them between his fingers and—" you pause as a yelp escapes your lips when you feel his fingers brush against your nipples and then squeeze them in between.

Before you realise it, his strong arms lift you from where you're sitting on the bed. One arm goes under your legs, while the other holds the upper part of your body, picking you up bridal style, and gently lays you with your head on the pillow.

Sometimes you still marvel at how truly strong he is.

He then positions himself between your legs. He lifts your shirt to uncover your breasts and plays with your nipples, pinching and licking them.

"Then?" His voice is low and sensual, causing a throbbing sensation in your lower parts, where his covered cock brushes against you through his pants.

"His- his hand travels down her body—" the movement of his hand sends shivers through your body. He swiftly removes your pajama shorts, and kisses various spots on your leg as he moves up to place his head at your level, locking eyes with you.

One of his hands takes the book from your hands while the other slips under your panties, feeling your wetness with his middle and ring fingers. A gasp escapes your lips before you can control it.

"You're so wet already.” he breathes on your lips, feeling all the slick that has come out of your hole. He gathers some of your juices and uses it to glide his fingers in slow circular motions on your clit, making you sigh. "This pretty pussy's begging for attention, mhh?”

He moans with you as his fingers slide into your hole. He moves them back and forth slowly, curling them upwards to brush against that sensitive spot inside you.

His breath is heavy as yours and his pants feel tight.

His thumb rests on your clit and moves as best he can to stimulate you more.

Your faces are so close. He looks into your eyes and can't resist the urge to kiss you. It's slow and sensual, your tongues meeting and your breaths mingling.

When you break apart, a trail of saliva connects your lips. Your boyfriend removes his fingers from inside you, making you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness.

Your panties are soon on the floor next to your pants, and your shirt follows shortly after.

"You're so gorgeous." he compliments as he admires your exposed body beneath him.

It's not the first time he's looked at your naked body, but his gaze feels heavy on you.

He notices your embarrassment and leans in on you. "I can't wait to be inside you." he whispers in your ear.

"Then don't." you urge him.

And a few seconds later, his cock is inside your tight heat, making both of you moan in unison.

Soon he begins to move. You need more time to get used to the intrusion, but the desperation of both has taken over.

Despite it not being the first time, the stretch still hurts initially. But it only takes a few slow initial thrusts for you to get used to it.

His pace quickens and becomes more steady, and one of his hands has to cover your mouth to stifle your sounds.

Your moans come out muffled against his palm, and he closes his eyes, biting back a moan, "As much as I love hearing you, we don't want to get caught, now do we?" he whispers. You nod, and he removes his hand from your mouth.

You grit your teeth and throw your head back into the pillows —as much as you can without hurting yourself because of the ponytail— trying to be as quiet as possible, but it's difficult.

Your glasses are askew on your face, and just one wrong move would be enough to cause problems for them. That's why Chan carefully takes them off and places them on the nightstand next to the bed.

It's when his cock hits a certain sensitive spot inside you hard that a cry escapes your lips, and you're too taken by surprise to hold it back.

Two fingers are shoved into your mouth to try to stifle the sounds trying to come out, "You did that on purpose so I would put my fingers in your mouth, huh? You like being fucked like this, don't you?" he whispers in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.

Your tongue moves upward, wanting to speak, pressing against his fingers. At your movement, he throws his head back, letting out a pitiful moan; his hips falter for a second, and his cock twitches inside you.

You close your lips around his fingers and nod instead, unable to speak.

"You feel so damn good." His head rests in the crook of your neck. "Fuck." He breathes.

The sound of skins slapping together grows louder in the room. A drop of sweat falls from his forehead, and his hands grip the sheets tightly at the sides of your head.

"Baby, I'm close." He whines, warning you.

Your legs tremble, your limbs feel like jelly.

"Me too." You reply, "Chris, please."

He brings two of his fingers to your clit, moving them quickly, but the movements are not steady, distracted by his impending climax.

"Y/n, I'm going to cum—" he urgently moans, "You have to come now." It's an order, despite the slight desperation in his voice, like you could control your orgasm.

You place your fingers over his that are still on your clit and move them together.

Your breaths are heavy and loud. Anyone passing by your room would understand what you're doing, but in the heat of the moment you don't give it much weight. The only thing on your minds is reaching your highs.

And you do; you come first and he follows right after. His well-defined muscles, built from the gym he attends with his friends, twitch gorgeously as he cums into the condom.

It takes a few minutes for both of you to catch your breath. He pulls out of you and tosses the condom into the trash bin at the end of your bed.

He joins you again in bed and looks at you, perhaps a little embarrassed, "It won’t go down..." he admits, referring to his still somehow hard dick.

You prop your body up on your elbows. Your eyes shift to look at his half-erection and then back to his eyes, with a smirk.

"Round two?"

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Hunt - final

(part one here)

Summary: He kidnapped you. He believes you are his mate. Can you find some kind of peace with the monster who took you away from everything you know?

Rated: M (EXPLICIT +18)

Author's note: If you haven't read the first part, I STRONGLY advise you to do it so you can better understand the story. Anyway, thank you for everyone's patience for this second part. It was a busy few months, but I finally managed to finish it.

I apologize especially for not responding to the comments, I really haven't had the time lately. But I appreciate each and every one of them, thank you so much for that babes!!

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

A gentle, icy breeze passes by you and you feel yourself shiver. A smell reminiscent of antiseptics and sterilized products fills your nostrils and, as you begin to become more aware of your surroundings, you feel the smooth, cold and hard surface beneath you. You try to open your eyes, but your eyelids are so heavy; your entire body feels heavy, weighing over a ton as you try and fail to move.

You can hear a soft, clean hum in the background, like new, well-oiled machines at work, but when you finally open your eyes, you see nothing but a blur of white just above your body, an uncomfortable glow of almost blinding light. You grunt and blink a few times, trying to move again and managing to dig your fingers into the smooth surface beneath you.

It's then that the memories come rushing back.

Your heart pounds with the memories and you try to stand up with a surge of vigor that wasn't there before, but your body simply won't obey.

How long have you been blacked out? Are you still on Earth? Or had that alien really taken you to space? Why can't you move?

When a deep rumble fills the air, your hair stands on end all over your body. Slowly, the blinding blur of white light is eclipsed by the outline of a giant looming above you with a cold, impassive metal mask. Your heart jumps in your chest and you immediately want to cry. Whether from the effect of sedation or the sheer wave of terror that wracks your body, all you can do is whimper a “please” before your mind wanders into darkness again.

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The next time you wake up, you are no longer lying on the cold stretcher. Instead, there's a subtle smell of wet earth filling your nostrils, as well as the pleasant feeling of soft fur wrapping your body. You're warm, cozy really, even if you still feel heavy and very disoriented.

You try to move and, with some effort, you manage to remove your arm from the furs that wrap around it. You struggle to open your eyes, blinking away the confusing fog in your mind, and see an infinite amount of furs around you. You squint your eyes and slowly sit up. Your head is spinning, your neck is tight and sore, and you reach for where the alien had injected whatever infernal compound to knock you out like that. Your skin hurts like an old bruise, but there's nothing more to it than that. You can barely find the tiny needle prick.

It's dark wherever you are, except for soft yellow lighting coming from a corner of the room, and you inspect the furs you're wrapped in. The hairs are of medium length but dense, effectively warming without being irritating to the skin; the furs were clearly expertly carved. You had been kidnapped and imprisoned by a skilled hunter and it was obvious. With a little deeper perception you blush and shiver when you feel the soft furs are in direct contact with your skin. Your skin very bare.

The air hisses with every breath you take now, but the new burn of tears helps clear your vision. Looking around as the room comes into focus, turning to look at whatever it was you were lying on. And if you thought you would be able to see something even slightly recognizable, you were sadly mistaken.

Nothing is familiar.

You are lying in what appears to be a giant nest. It's a kind of huge platform, a few inches above the ground, lined with fluffy, cozy fur.

The environment is a little dark, preventing you from really being able to discern the details, but the walls seem to be made of some kind of dark metal and, in one of them, where there is a focus of yellowish light, you can make out the shape of a pressurized door - the bathroom maybe?

Sitting up a little better, you twist the soft fur between your fingers, a way of trying to distract yourself. Your eyes darting around the corners of the room, mapping everything you could see. That's when you see the two glowing eyes peering at you from across the room, in the shadows. Two orange flames fixed on you for God knows how long. You take a deep breath as you throw yourself back, heart racing in your chest.

Crawling through the nest of furs, you try to scream, but no sound can escape your lips. You try to stand and still keep the covering around your body, but you can only kneel on the bed, fumbling with the furs, your heart in your ears, and you're about to get out of the strange nest any way you can when someone grabs your arm and stops you. The giant alien stands before you now, silhouetted dark against the yellowish light behind him — but his eyes appear luminous as they look at you.

He's standing on the floor and you're kneeling on the tall bed made for creatures larger than you, and yet he towers like a mountain over your small body. You can barely breathe; the creature's huge, deadly clawed hand wraps around your arm like it's just a fragile twig, and for a second you think this is it – this is the moment you would lose your life. But the alien, now without his mask, just looks at you and lets out a low, guttural growl from between his scary jaws. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, he effortlessly pulls you closer to him.

“I-I,” you sigh as you try to stay in the same position. You try to fight him, but he doesn't even seem to notice your efforts. "Please please!" You don't know what exactly you are begging for. But you're not stupid, the unfamiliarity around you could only mean that he had actually kidnapped you. You're on his ship. And if you're on an alien's ship, outside of Earth, completely defenseless and alone, it's because there's no way out.

The creature throws you onto the furs and gives you an icy glowering look before crouching on the ground next to your body, all the while looking at you.

You struggle to breathe. He pulled and pushed you as if you weighed absolutely nothing, showing incontrovertible evidence that he would have no problem dominating you.

He watches you intensely as he has since the first time, tilting his head slightly with obvious curiosity, his dreadlocks falling as they follow the movement. The way he sits is so human, so familiar; his arms rest on his knees, his muscular shoulders are comfortably angled and his legs are bent and wide apart. Although he appears almost relaxed, his gaze is penetrating and dangerous.

You make yourself small - which already seems obvious with the way he towers over you even though he's crouched on the ground - alarmed at what might be stirring in the large creature's mind. You had been chosen by him — at least that's what he told you. A mate. Would he force you? Had he been waiting for this moment since the first time he saw you in the lab? And why did that thought make you feel strangely flushed?

He, on the other hand, doesn't seem prepared for an attack. He just sits there, watching you like you're the most interesting thing he's ever seen.

You wrap your arms around your knees while keeping the furs around your shoulders to hide your body. Running would be fruitless, you know that, and you'd rather not trigger anything primal in the Predator, like acting like prey. It would be the worst move, actually. Instead, you bury your face in your arms and wait.

The alien is silent as night, and for a moment you hear nothing but your own ragged breathing and the soft hum of the ship. When you look shyly from beneath your lashes at him again, he’s still watching you. There's a disturbing intensity in his eyes that makes you beyond nervous, but there's no malice there. Not that you can tell. It's just some kind of undeniable dominance, like he knows you're so far beneath him, that he could do literally anything to you without worrying about your resistance to it. And yet he is there, still waiting.

The…creature, doesn’t blink as he slightly parts his jaws and his head tilts towards you, curiously. "Are you afraid?"

Once again you are startled to hear his translated voice resonating right inside your ear, in the walls of your skull. A low sound. A coarse sound. A curious growl that grazed your bones as if the sky itself was growling at you.

“H-uh.” You're not sure if 'afraid' is a strong enough definition for what you're feeling. Looking at the dark, burly figure that seemingly can't get enough of watching you from the dark recesses of his room fills you with a kind of nervous, suffocating anxiety that makes it difficult for you to breathe. You almost wonder if you're about to pass out. “I…I wouldn’t say afraid.” You lie through your teeth and then, for lack of anything else to say and because you're desperate to understand exactly what the hell you're doing here, you say, "Do you have a name?"

The predator tilts his body a little more towards you. You lean back nervously, because this isn't what you wanted to happen, but he moves slowly and cautiously and pauses just the tiniest distance from you. “Doh’kein.”

He waits, as if waiting for you to say something, announce yourself, say anything.

"Do...D-Dou...kai?" You repeat with difficulty, trying hard to at least try to please this creature and stay on his good side.

He snorts between his jaws and something in the way his broad shoulders vibrate and his flaming eyes shine tells you the sound is something like laughter, fun and guttural; and you imagined the joy of a mountain.

"Doh'kein." He repeats, slower this time, looking expectantly at you.

"Huh - Doh'kein?" You try one more time.

The alien in front of you purrs in approval when you repeat his name almost perfectly, leaning down and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You startle and scream, trying to pull away, but a large hand wraps around your arm and holds you still. His deadly jaws slide along your skin and you arch your neck just to avoid being hooked by one of those things, but unfortunately he takes your gesture as an invitation to continue.

"Y-You've never spoken before. In the lab."

You stutter, trying to start a talk to keep him distracted from what seemed like the end goal of all this.

“That wouldn’t be logical,” he mutters. Against all logic, you exhale shakily as you feel one of his sharp fangs slide gently past your ear, pressing what could be a kiss to the shell. "It's not like all of their primitive ears could understand me if I tried."

The baritone of his voice murmured so close to your ear sends shivers down your spine and you find yourself clenching your thighs. Doh'kein braces himself with both arms in the nest, on either side of your hips, eclipsing your small body with his until he is all there is - until he is all you see.

You argue futilely in an attempt to maintain self-control - his and yours: “W-we could have talked sooner.”

“We could. But then other oomans would know this part of me,” he answers clearly. "Do you wish this had happened?"

You are extremely embarrassed by the immediate ‘no’ that almost rolls off the tip of your tongue. Despite all your fears, you find yourself almost jealous when you imagine this alien being like this with other people. You bite your lip and let your silence answer for you. There is no doubt that this is a disservice to your team and the research being carried out – you seek truths and yet the truth is that you are secretly happy that this is yours and yours alone.

Even if you have difficulty accepting it.

Doh'kein snorts. He brings his broad forehead to your smaller one and your knees reflexively part to make room for him as he settles between them, still kneeling on the floor. The shine in his eyes dimmed. Reminds you of a pyre after the fire has burned for hours at a time; the glowing ash left to cool overnight.

“If I hadn't participated and let them do the tests on me, you wouldn't have paid attention,” he continues. You shiver when he places a hand on your thigh, the grip is careful but it makes you shiver nonetheless. The size of his body forces your legs wider around his waist, to the point where your joints hurt. But he doesn't move, he just waits while the gears in your head turn.

“You...” you gasp as it hits you. “You could have left whenever you wanted.”

He slowly studies you at your words and tilts his head, motioning for you to continue. There is an unshakable composure about him that makes you uneasy. You get the feeling he knows your thoughts before you express them.

“You stayed and cooperated with the research. Even when…even when some of those people treated you like an animal. You could be anywhere but there. You could have stopped that at any time. But you waited."

Doh'kein once again snaps his jaws and snorts his equivalent of a laugh. The sound soon turned into a buzzing noise. He places a large hand on top of your head and leans back into your space, uncomfortably close, as if he wants to impress the answer inside you. “That was exactly where I was supposed to be at that moment. You are my mate."

That word, again.

Silence stretches after that and your skin crawls under the intense scrutiny, a fixed, unforgiving gaze on you. Your mouth is dry, your heart is racing with proximity, your hands, slightly sweaty with tension, are curled into tight fists in the fur around your body. It's not the place or time for it, but slowly you feel the fear turn to...intrigue, despite yourself.

Your captor doesn't seem like the talkative type, but every word that leaves his alien mouth seems to be charged with the purest electricity. That, combined with the intensity of his gaze, was making you tense and coerced — like a little rabbit caught in some trap. And yet, some kind of curiosity was forming in the back of your mind.

You had never experienced anything like it. No one had ever looked at you like that. Bright orange orbs on a completely inhuman face exuding a sense of devotion and hunger that you were unaware of until this moment. It's disturbing and frightening at its majority essence - it's also curiously flattering on the other hand.

A silent chirp pulls you from your thoughts. He must sense your latent anxiety, because the alien pushes you gently (much more gently than you'd imagine for someone his size) against the nest of soft fur and you sink down with a shuddering sigh and a racing heart. His scent envelops you; rain, earth and tall grass.

“Doh’kein,” you falter. “W-why do you keep calling me that? How can you be sure I'm the one you want as a mate? I'm just a human."

You only mention the issue of the difference between species, your overloaded brain can barely think about the challenges of the physical logistics of the act.

“I see that,” he states dryly, as if the fact that you put yourself down irritates him. “But you are mine, little ooman. My mate. And that's not open for debate."

As he covers your body like a mountain of solid muscle, you press the soft fur over you to hide as much of your modesty as possible. Doh'kein doesn't seem to like this very much. Without the slightest warning, the tip of his thumb slides across your knuckles - still stubbornly attached to the covering of fur - and your mouth goes slack at the difference in textures of his scaly skin on your soft flesh. He places one knee on the nest of furs and leans above you, lowering his head so his dreads fall around both of you and obscure his hungry expression. You feel the ghost of his long, sharp claws prickling your skin as his dexterous fingers explore the details of your comically small hand, swirling tantalizing patterns in your own hidden blood beneath before intertwining your fingers with his and freeing your nails sunk into the blanket of furs.

His touch is deliberately gentle as he guides your hands splayed above your head, but his gaze tells another story; firm, fixed and heavy in his message - a warning. It awakens the most basic survival instinct rooted in your genetic code, it raises the hair on your body, it accelerates your heart, it leaves your lips dry with fear.

And it makes the heat spread between your legs.

There is no logical explanation for this reaction of your body. But in the end, it doesn't matter. For whatever had been, or whatever might have been, was completely ripped from your mind at the very moment you heard the thunderous sound resonate in his broad chest.

That purr again.

A rhythmic trembling that seems to rise from the depths of him and take root directly in your very being. So mesmerizing and effective that it makes you forget the dangers of those deadly jaws when he brings his face closer to yours, sliding his long fangs across the softness of your cheeks. You part your lips in an attempt to breathe better, you ball your hands into tight fists on the furs - obediently keeping them where he left them.

As if that wasn't disturbing enough, something different catches you seconds later. Not a hand, not anything tangible, but something entirely invisible.

The invisible thread of a scent.

The scent curls around you before you even knew it was there, without any chance to stop it, to escape its grasp. And suddenly you're tangled; tangled up because of him, this strange alien, even though he does nothing but keep his giant hands splayed in the fur around your body to support his own weight - which, of course, would be more than capable of easily crushing you if he didn't do it, looking at you with a focused and intense gaze. At the same time, you are captive to his warm musk, in a way that only someone like you, so disastrously unlucky, could have been. And before you know it, you're looking at him, not in surprise or disbelief, but in a spellbound trance. Trapped by a breath of rain-damp wood, of a sweetness like slippery stone and the flames of a bonfire on a cloudy day. It's welcoming, it's inviting.

It's impossible to contain the way your eyelids immediately become lethargic and your senses clouded at the first sign of his musk permeating the air. The creature's scent is as overpowering as the first time; it invades your nostrils, thick and heavy, unable to ignore it.

Suddenly you can't speak.

The smell makes you feel a rush of intense, unreal attraction. By an alien. Your hands twitch above your head, and you bite your trembling lower lip. As you do, you watch with hooded gaze the way Doh'kein's sun-colored eyes trace your actions.

“You feel it too, don't you?” he asks in a throaty sound, doing his best to break through the confusing haze of your thoughts.

You can't answer. You don't know the answer. You think you might be whining.

The predator also hears your embarrassing whine, of course. His head tilts slightly and the small thorns on his heavy eyebrows fall darkly over his eyes. You watch as his slick, plum-colored tongue comes out of his strange mouth, stretching beyond what any tongue should be able to, until it leaves a warm, wide trail of saliva on your cheek. And although you shouldn't really enjoy it, you found that you couldn't help but sigh in pleasure at the animalistic act and squirm beneath him.

What's happening to me? You think through the immensity of confusing static in your mind.

You're not squirming to get away.

The subtle but restless movement of your hips has nothing to do with it, really.

You don't run away when he reaches out with a giant hand to cup your chin, guiding your eyes closer to his in a trance that seems endless. To force your gaze on his primal possession. Though his spectral touch penetrated you; leaving a shiver behind him that tickled your chin and cheek in an effervescent shudder.

He doesn't need to force you into anything. His presence is magnetic to you, and yet you can't tear yourself away from his enormous intensity. You can't help hold his gaze. And you see his brow furrowed above you, sink into those serious eyes that map your every expression closely, ignore the danger of his deadly fangs so close to your face.

You stay silent as you watch him. Hostage of unsaid things. Of things without explanation. You just accept it when your skin tingles with a million little feathers of anticipation, with an urgency to be touched that becomes more and more overwhelming the longer he stays near you.

In a pull that was nothing short of urgent, he pushes away the fur that was on your body. You cry out, a little startled by the sudden action, shivering when his jaws buries itself in your hair to breathe, hot and heavy against the back of your neck. Then, resting a large, clawed hand on your shoulder blades, he begins to descend your body, each growling breath coming faster as he descends.

Doh'kein growls and the sound comes from somewhere deep in his body, untamed and wild and eager. Inhaling you deeply, as if he was smelling fine wine. That burgundy tongue appears again, sliding down your neck. You feel his hand on your waist trail down the soft expanse of your belly. You shudder at his demanding touch, your body responding naturally to his touch. Electricity sizzles through your veins. He pulls you towards him, sharp claws running down your back and around your side to caress the lower curve of your breast. The subtle scratch of his claws only adding intensity to the sensations.

Your chest tightens and your face feels hot. Maybe it's the fear, the confusion that goes through your mind or it's all the fault of that addictive scent emanating from him, but your body pulses. Every bit of you feels so alive that it practically vibrates with energy. What if this was all a hallucination? What if you were at home, lying in your comfortable bed, lost in an intense dream rich in details? Maybe-

Wild claws graze the skin on the sides of your breasts, leaving goosebumps and tearing a cry from your lips.

You had never felt like this, like your belly was warm and lit, full of fireflies.

What is this, anyway?

You look up with misty eyes, finding intense swirling golden pools. As mesmerizing as before. Warm breath blowing across your flushed cheeks. Spice and heat filling your nose.

It's like looking at the sun; the blinding rays of light so powerful, burning their pattern into your eyes.

You snap back to reality and immediately notice your two hands gripping his broad obsidian shoulders, the muscles beneath the scaly surface so powerful you can practically feel the raw strength of them beneath your fingers. You had advanced towards him until your nipples were brushing dangerously against his very, very muscular chest. Your core vibrating with a pulse you wanted so badly to ignore. You blush and pull your hand back, but you can't pull it away completely as his arms cage your body.

He pulls you by your hair and pushes you deeper into the warm furs of the nest, pressing his body against you like he knows you're silently yearning. He’s solid, huge. Terrifying. You tremble in his grip and let out a cry of surprise when he thrusts his hips against you. The hard, thing writhes with every pulse, precariously restrained by that Tarzan loincloth around his wide hips, pressing into your belly like it's trying to find a home in the soft hollow below your ribs. Even without actually feeling it skin to skin, the pure sensation of the heavy member against your belly leaves no place for doubt about its size. Not that it's a surprise, considering the alien's corporeal mass - but the very solid, very long weight of his penis against you like this is still capable of eliciting a loud gasp from your throat.

Your reaction seems to amuse the giant, who grunts and snaps something between his jaws in your mouth that you're sure sounds a lot like laughter, grinding against you until the air is forced from your lungs and the only thing you can think deliriously is that it will kill you; that he's about to rip your insides out and maybe even scalp you, considering the firm grip he still has on your hair, the way his claws rake your scalp.

Two things become clear to you then:

1) you are not as scared as you should be about such possibilities.

2) the time for patience and gentle touches has obviously come to an end.

His eyes slowly - very slowly - leave your face and slide in an intimate caress up your bare torso, lingering on your pert breasts, and he widens his jaws in an elongated trill. You don't need a translation to know he's satisfied. He's hungry, orange orbs overflowing with an obvious need that he makes no bones about keeping hidden.

But, unlike the course of action you expected, Doh'kein steps away and steps out of the nest, standing back on his feet. Surprised, you sit up and just look at him, cheeks flushed and hair disheveled from the previous rough treatment.

The giant alien in front of you waits a few seconds until he is absolutely sure he has your full attention. And then, in an unexpected gesture, he rolls his powerful shoulders a few times, lifting his body and adjusting his posture until he's at his fullest (which makes him even more intimidating, if that's possible), emitting a sound that you I hadn't heard it until now. It looked like a puff from a big bear, but longer and stronger, more proud. It's almost like a growl, but not as aggressive as the ones you've heard from him before. The whole thing confuses you, but only for a moment. You part your lips in surprise when you quickly understand his intention.

It's some kind of mating dance. An assertion of dominance and a call to mate. Just like an alpha male would do.

The sound continues rolling between his jaws and echoing between the walls of the room in his ship, crackling like the other sounds coming from him, but more thunderous. He rolls his shoulders once again, clenching his fists and showing how strong he is. You really didn't need a reminder of the fact. But you can't deny that the soft yellow ambient light dancing across his broad torso, showing off his rippling muscles as he purposely moves in such a way as to highlight them, is absolutely breathtaking - in a way that frightens you a little; he is clearly showing you that he will be a good mate.

His eyes as hot as flames are fixed on you with a gaze that burns mercilessly through you. His jaws flare once more, he bares his inner fangs in a growl, and the bangs and clicks grow louder. The sound vibrates through you, and his scent fills the chamber even more. Despite the undeniable fear, your heart races in response, your belly churns, and the slick between your legs betrays you once again as your pussy pulses to be filled.

It's then that you notice the bulge that was poking you a few minutes ago. You can't look away, and in the middle of his seductive vocalization, he lets out another laugh. His sharp claws undo the knots and clasps that keep the loincloth secured around his hips, and you swallow hard, bringing your knees closer to your chest. He lets the fabric fall to the floor, and your mouth falls open as the alien's cock immediately rises against his belly.

It was a monster in its own right, just as you imagined - and yet...no, it's nothing like you imagined. Long and sturdy. Ridges resembling little barbs line the entire length of the underside of the biggest penis you've ever laid eyes on in your fucking life. The color doesn't differ much from the rest of him - the same shade of gray that spreads across his torso and belly also extends along his massive length, up to a bulbous head that gradually changes to an almost purplish color, an imposing scrotum hanging below. Prominent veins cover the shaft and make his penis look even scarier. The entire length, but especially the head, glistening with what appears to be some kind of natural lubrication, alarmingly highlighting those sharp-looking bulges on the underside of his penis. The mere idea of him taking you with that thing makes you visibly shake with anxiety.

“Y/n.” Your name in his growling voice makes you snap out of the daze you were in and you look into his eyes, scared and pathetically excited, blushing at the nothing short of smug expression on his inhuman face. There is no denying that his tactics are having an effect on you. You know he knows you would submit to him like pitiful prey.

Regardless of your newly awakened desires, the powerful claim in his courtship ritual and his intimidating girth, to say the least, frighten you and, instinctively, you try to step back as he places one knee on the furs again. Doh'kein, however, is faster and all you can do is whimper helplessly as he grabs your ankle and stops your escape. The ends of his dreadlocks slide down the softness of your bare torso as he mounts you once more, caging your small body beneath him.

A deep, low rumble escapes him and you catch a glimpse of that long tongue once again as he tilts his head suggestively.

He's smelling your excitement. You know he is.

His huge hands wrap around your thighs with comical ease as he spreads your legs wide apart, exposing you to him without an ounce of reserve. You hide your face in your hands and sob an embarrassed cry as Doh'kein tastes your scent in the air, feels your heat and wetness on his reptilian tongue without even needing to touch you. You bite your lip and swallow a moan, feeling embarrassment burn through every pore, as well as arousal.

“Y/n,” he repeats, and you try and fail to hide the tremor in your body at the sound of his voice vibrating the walls of your mind. You will never get used to it. Doh'kein spreads your legs further apart, exposing you even more to him, and then he presses that word, as if he wants to imprint it into your flesh through pure repetition. "Mate".

A hand holding your thigh releases it and slides down. Your breath catches as he runs over your inner thigh, dragging his claws across your soft skin with the intimacy and experience a years-old lover would have, before reaching your core to cup your intimacy. You gasp and jump out of bed and his hand tightens, grabs you. Pussy, pubic bone, all together, all right there, in Doh'kein's abnormally large palm.

He looks between your legs. Really look.

Orange pools absorbing like osmosis the image of your little pussy caged between his ridiculously thick and long fingers. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. He just stands there, holding your most intimate part as if it were a fragile toy. It's not the first time you've been intimate with someone, although it is, in fact, the first time with someone...less than human. But even so, you've never been looked at with so much desire and possession. The attention makes you move timidly to try and cover yourself, but Doh'kein clearly doesn't like it as he abruptly lifts his face to you and growls an unspoken threat - once again grabbing your wrists with his free hand and pinning them above your head. You whimper and squirm against his hold, but you're no match for the creature's brute strength.

Doh'kein presses a considerable amount of force against the nest, a firm and unquestionable warning, before slowly releasing them. When you don't move in retaliation, he purrs in satisfaction and focuses once again on your intimacy. He looks at the place with hungry curiosity before gently twitching his fingers, giving you an experimental squeeze that encompassed absolutely every outer area of your pussy and more.

You whimper and Doh'kein's gaze is drawn to yours. He watches your face intently for a reaction as he slowly drags his thumb over the sensitive, needy bud that is currently your clit, and your breath hitches when you bite your lip - you don't know if it was a conscious movement or just a exploratory attempt, but the action electrifies your body with a pure jolt of pleasure. His dreads jiggle and his jaws twitch as he purrs with delight, and unexpectedly, he leans toward your neglected breast, letting that plum-colored tongue lather your nipple with his heated saliva, wrapping the forked muscle around it.

His rough tongue wraps around your sensitive bud once, twice, three times, making you shudder and gasp as his rumbling purrs vibrate through his chest in response. You squirm in his nest, your head thrashing as he bounces between each breast, sliding that tongue over every inch of your sensitive skin, the scratch of his sharp jaws scraping your soft flesh only fueling the fire that roars loudly inside you. His thumb slides once again across your clit (gliding easily with all the wetness you're shamefully producing) in a slow, deliberate circle that makes you sure the action is purposeful.

Slowly, Doh'kein retracts his tongue back into his sharp-toothed mouth, hearing you moan louder with each slow turn of his thumb, shaky mewls escaping your lips and you blush as you notice how arrogant he sounds with irrefutable certainty that you're enjoying this.

The alien seems strangely familiar with human anatomy and carefully caresses the edge of your canal before rupturing it with an intimidating finger. You cry and immediately tighten your pussy around his finger, fighting against the girth that, alone, is bigger than anything you've taken inside you recently. But Doh'kein is not discouraged. He pushes his finger inside you, sinking it deep with the confidence of a man with a purpose. His claw scraped almost uncomfortably against your inner walls, sending small, sharp flashes of pain through you with each movement, but even that was tiny when compared to the magnitude of pleasure you felt.

The place fills with the sound of your breathless pants, your fragile mewls and the sound of your pussy being fucked by that finger.

The predator grunts deeply as he explores you, thrusting his finger in and out of you in slow but deep movements, and when he feels satisfied with one, he begins to insert another.

“N-no!” You gasp and instinctively grab his wrist to try stop him. Your eyes are teary and you look at him while shaking your head. “Please, I c-can't, I can't take another-”

His face turns, slowly. The frown is almost cruel as he looks at your small fingers gripping his wrist, then looks straight into your eyes. You let go of his arm as if you had burned your hand.

"Yes you can." That's all he says, looking into your eyes. That's all he thinks you need to hear, apparently. His thumb poking your clit one more time to make you jump from the sensation. You sob, lost between the intense waves of pleasure and panic, and the giant clicks his jaw before returning with his exploration.

You cry out at the burning sensation of pain as he pushes in his other finger, stretching you further than you've ever been stretched before. The sharp pain quickly mixes (mercifully) with your excessive excitement as the creature quickens his pace.

"That's better. Good girl, just relax,” he praises you. His thumb keeps rotating and tapping against your clit, effectively distracting you from the pain, his fingers reaching deep, and his claws lightly scratching your insides. The mortifying sounds of your abundant wetness echo louder and louder between the walls of the room, along with your sobs, screams and moans. "That's it, little ooman. Come on, cum for me." Doh'kein mumbles into your eardrums through the translator, leaning up until his dreadlocks are falling like a curtain around your face, hiding you from the rest of the world.

A hand sinks into the softness of the nest, right next to your face, long claws digging hard into the furs, to the point where you hear them tearing — a form of restraint, maybe? You can't think about it too much, though. Heat pools in your belly abruptly, your vagina tightens with burning pain; your insides aching with pleasure and your chest tightening before everything explodes in a devastating orgasm. You scream, your pussy clenching around his invading fingers, and you close your eyes so tight you see stars shining in the darkness of your eyelids.

You can't breathe; you really try to breathe through it, but nothing comes, there's just your lips parted in a silent scream - your body too tense, too tense, as the orgasm washes over you with the force of a tidal wave. Your pussy cries, flooding his hand and sucking him at the same time. Goosebumps run through your body, muscles twitch, sweat slightly erupts from your pores, and when you finally come down, your body feels indulgent and soft. When he pulls his fingers out of you with a wet snap, you gape, hating the void he's left.

He's an alien, you repeat weakly in the confusing haze of your mind, a creature that coerced you and took you away from your planet without your permission. What you are experiencing are just pleasure hormones. Nothing more or less than a hormonal combination of serotonin, endorphins, dopamine and oxytocin. They are truly responsible for the feeling of well-being, reduced stress and the relaxation that seems to wash over your body at the moment. Doh'kein is not a god, he is not a god. No matter how much your body disagrees with that right now.

Doh'kein purrs as he slowly strokes the aching, swollen flesh of your sex; he opens you with his wide fingers, slowly and gently, grunting in contentment as he sees how your little hole continues to contract sporadically. He moves his fingers over your sensitive clit and teases it before returning to your folds.

It's just pleasure hormones, you repeat over and over again as you feel his digits probing every inch of your abused pussy, as if he can't get enough of touching you. You still whimper with every breath and can barely lift your arms, much less fight against him as he takes his time inspecting your hole and all the wetness that gushes from there. Your body was still affected on some level by the sedative he had given you earlier and, now, by the powerful orgasm that brutally ripped through your insides. All you want is to snuggle into those soft furs and sleep.

Doh'kein, however, would not allow this.

You mewl a little when he grabs you by the waist and turns you onto your stomach in one fluid movement. You feel like putty; choosing to just give in and let him mold you however he wants - even if, miraculously, you had some strength to fight him, it's obvious that you wouldn't be able to. He adjusts you on your knees, spreading your legs wide as he does so. The explicit position embarrasses you, but you do nothing but gasp as your face is buried in the bed and your ass lifted into the air.

He positions himself behind you. His large body shadowing yours, his hand sliding almost reverently down the sharp curve of your spine until he cups a plump globe of your buttock between his fingers in a firm grip. You blush and bite your lip as you feel a hot, heavy, wet shaft fall into the crack of your ass. He gently slides there a few times, grinding against you as he continues squeezing your flesh, lifting and lowering your ass by the length of his cock.

"I've wanted you every moment since I found you. Every day smelling you, but not being able to act, was torture. Being patient has never been more difficult for me than in those days." He confides in that baritone voice, threading his other hand into the strands of your hair, gently digging his claws into your scalp and pulling to force you to arch your back more. You groan at the sensation, your hips beginning to mimic the movements of his, sliding your ass cheeks onto his dick yourself. "But the wait was worth it. It's time for me to fill you, it's time for me to finally make you mine. My mate." He finishes whispering in your brain, the little chip in your skin working quickly to translate the growled words and clicks of his jaws. His words, his smell, his movements...everything is pushing you into another spiral of pleasure.

Too weak to object, you just shiver as the extraterrestrial creature aligns his monstrous cock with your newly stretched pussy, his fat tip coated with that natural lubricant poking at your wet entrance. He firmly grips your hips and, with one determined thrust, sits inside you.

...

That's it.

There is no slow entry or split stretch.

He just pushes and goes in.

You scream.

It's very big. You feel like you're being torn apart, split in two, stabbed from the inside, and you desperately grab the fur beneath you to crawl away from the burning pain, but Doh'kein's grip on your hip keeps you in a steel prison. Maybe he thought about it and decided that it would be easier if he came in at once instead of prolonging the torture - and maybe later, when you had a clear head and thought about it, you agree that this was actually the best choice. But all you know now is pain. You scream as he leaves; each little barb protruding from the underside of his menacing cock abusing your inner walls, vibrating your overstimulated clit and sending stabs of pain throughout your entire being. When he plunges into you again, he goes even deeper, slamming hard against your cervix, bruising it.

Tears flood your eyes instantly and you sob into the fur, clutching the covers so tightly that your knuckles ache and turn white. Your body shakes with pain and shock, and you can feel you soaking the furs with your tears and saliva as you cry, softly begging him to stop.

Surprisingly, upon hearing your whimpers, he stays still for a moment, buried deep inside you. Desperately trying to accommodate him, your walls contract repeatedly and grip his shaft, and beneath the blinding pain, there is a surprisingly pleasurable sensation of being completely filled, completely stretched. Full of him.

The predator is grumbling behind your back. Elongated grunts and sporadic snorts. Like a poorly restrained animal. The grip of his fingers on your hip is painful and you can feel the tips of his claws bruising your skin. You'd have marks after this, you think. Bloody cuts and purple bruises as the price for getting involved with something (someone) your human body should theoretically be incapable of handling. If you survived, of course.

"You're so...tight, pauk, I never imagined...paya, your h'dui'se is addictive-" Your translator seems to have some difficulty with some of his words and you blink, confused, but at the same time overwhelmed with all these sensations. By God, he looks positively wrecked - barely clinging to the limits of self-control.

And then, apparently having resigned himself to the fact that he was going to lose this battle, Doh'kein thrusts again, his balls slapping against your wetness and your clit. At that moment, you knew that the devastating and unreal pleasure you felt was, most likely, the result of your brain; like a desperate attempt to deal with the pain of this unnatural mating – because honestly, nothing should feel this painfully good.

“You look so good, my little human.” Growling, he pressed his claws into your skin a little tighter and this time you were absolutely sure there was a cut and blood. “Don’t fight me.”

“Ooh, God,” you whimper as his cock continues to defy the limits of your human capacity. It’s too big, too weird, and you can literally feel how your walls try to reject it.

Doh'kein flattens a giant hand across your back, pressing your body further against the nest of soft fur. “Easy now, mate. You can take me." He pushes deeper. “You see? I'm completely inside you. You feel me? Do you feel like my cock gives you no choice? It shouldn't be there, should it? Oh no, it shouldn't. It's wrong, isn't it? But isn’t it just as good?”

God. He suddenly becomes talkative, the small chip implanted in your skin working quickly to translate the rude words that clack through his jaws.

“Y-yeah,” you cry, though. Because, yes, it's good in fact.

“And it's about to feel even better." He grabs you by the hips and pushes you hard. He fucks you repeatedly, and it's painful, very painful, but it only fuels you pleasure. Another thrust, and this time he forces a broken moan from your depths. Your wetness soaks his waist, your pussy clenches around him with torturous eagerness, and the predator on your back sets a relentless pace. You gasp a strangled mewl and shake, clutching the furs beside your head for dear life, trying to keep yourself as stable as possible with each brutal jolt of his body against yours. There is no romance or soft touches from a gentle lover. He's fucking you. Claiming your body in an undeniable act of animalistic possession. A true predator in heat.

There is no mercy. He abuses you with his monstrous strength, with his unparalleled stamina, and takes everything from you – your dignity, your free will, and any future hope of finding a human who can match him; in the vague and foolish hope in the possibility that you would return to Earth. His claws dig into your hips, every breath he takes is a cruel growl, and you express out loud your pain and your pleasure in equal measure.

Each little pliable barb at the base of his penis rubs fiercely and repeatedly against your tight inner walls, reaching spots inside you you didn't even know existed. Despite the tension and pain, the warmth grows and blooms like a beautiful flower in your womb again. You mewl and whine, feeling the building release tighten in your core; you needed little to fall off that precipice of ecstasy again. But Doh'kein grunts deeply, calms the fierce thrusts in your pussy and slowly pulls out of your body.

“N-no, wait, please-” you breathe desperately, pushing your hips back to maintain contact with him. Desperation taking over your body as the tendrils of ecstasy slip like sand through your fingers.

The creature deeply rumbles what you know to be a laugh (a laugh at your expense, much to your embarrassment) and parts your ass cheeks, exposing your wet, swollen folds, the cruel pulsing of your pussy around nothing. You don't know why he stopped - since he's obviously been craving this even more than you, but he's taking his sweet time now, widening your hole and digging those claws into your skin possessively - and you feel an embarrassing need of screaming at the top of your lungs for him to just go back to fucking you in that ridiculously comfortable nest.

"Do you like that, pet..." He growls and it's a statement, not a question. He knows you like it. Your body is making it obvious. You blush and try to pull yourself up onto your shaking elbows, but Doh'kein is faster. In an almost savage movement, he wraps his long fingers around the back of your neck and pushes your head down, making you scream with your cheek pressed firmly against the furs of the nest.

He places his other hand next to your head and lowers himself until he is hovering a few centimeters from your body; big, wide, powerful. You can feel his alien jaws ruffling the strands of your hair, you can feel the strange tubes of his dreadlocks tickling your back, and you can especially feel the possessive, territorial way in which he holds you still as he press you by the back of your neck. There's not much you can do but give in, soften your body against his grip and submit to this creature that is obviously countless times stronger than you.

His broad chest pushes against your back as he makes the rumbling, crackling sound again, a more aggressive (though definitely satisfied) purr, and your nostrils are filled with his earthy scent. It fills the back of your throat, your lungs, your mind, your body, and makes you ache even more for him. You let out a breathless moan and writhe on the bed, pressing the fur tightly between your fingers and begging for him as you arch your spine and displays your intimacy to him. Your pussy cries, desperately searching for the cock that dominated you just moments ago.

"My name." Your body is a trembling, pulsing line of nerves and you barely hear the command whispered in your ear. Everything in your line of vision (already hampered by the way your hair is wildly loose) is blurry and confused and you try to swim out of the sea of pleasure you're drowning in, in the smell of earth and rain and an undeniably masculine musk that is threatening to dull your senses once again.

"What--"

"Say my name."

Your eyes widen and you almost choke on the word before it finally escapes your lips.

"D-Doh'kein."

He smiles, huffs his strange laugh into your hair, pushing that scary member between your ass cheeks to reward you - sliding it up and down once, just teasing your pussy every now and then until you're squirming.

Only then does he say. "Beg."

His claws are ghosts of danger on the sensitive skin of your throat, in spots that could quickly and easily end your life. And you know he could, without any effort, hurt you and draw blood - just as he did the battered flesh of your hips. But he doesn't. And that alone, the control and dominance that exude from the male behind you, makes your head spin and your pussy tighten until it hurts.

“Please…please – I just, I need this, please…” You mumble, only half coherent.

He held your ass firmly, spreading you wide, before pressing his swollen tip against your entrance. You choke and bite your lip, but even all the need and heat coursing through your veins isn't enough to drown out the scream that explodes from you as he plunges back into your pussy with a roar. The stretch takes you to the limit you were teetering on just moments ago and your body falls apart, happy to seize the opportunity it had been denied before. You tighten around him, holding him with all your might; your whole body twitching, but Doh'kein doesn't seem to care as he pounds into you with relentless thrusts, grunts rising from within him like thunder sounding in the sky. You scream again, your vision blurs and your torturous pleasure echoes wildly between the walls of the room on this alien ship. Your hard nipples rub against the fur of the bed as they grind incessantly to his strong thrusts, and the monstrous cock continues to rearrange your insides; the ridges of his length torment you, drive you crazy, and prolong your release until you're nothing but a wet, quivering mess.

He leans over you again; and you cry as you feel the wetness of his growling saliva run down your exposed shoulder, hot and slick, the black tubes moving like a curtain around both of you, and he grips the back of your neck tighter as he begins to pound into you violently - frantically.

He is an animal and there is no other definition that fits what is happening.

You make a sound like a sob. There are tears on your face, hot and salty against your skin. You can no longer tell where you begins and ends, only that you are fused with Doh'kein. His hips on your ass, his cock on your cervix, which he abuses with each brutal thrust. You can't say who you are or remember why you're here, but you can tell he's close.

“I need to breed you,” he growls into the side of your face, pressing you into the nest almost angrily, “I don’t know if it’s possible, but I can’t think of anything other than filling and breeding you for the rest of my life – I need this – I need to try, right now, every day–”

“I want it, I want – I want it,” you babble incoherently through the saliva that’s pooled in your mouth, all sense of self-preservation going out the window as your senses are dulled, “I want you to breed me, I want it, please!" The fact that probably nothing could be generated from an alien/human union seemed to be irrelevant to both.

You just accept it all, happy to be used as he fucks and bites you with those strange jaws and desperately chases his own release.

Doh'kein growls and hits you one last time. His cock grows and swells and feels like it definitely shouldn't fit, like there shouldn't be enough place inside you to accommodate it - but you moan, pussy stretching like it was made to envelop him, and then he's basically locked inside you. You float, only vaguely aware of him pressing you into the nest as he collapses some of his colossal weight onto you, because all you can think about is his roars, the hot cum filling you in thick bursts, plugged inside you by his inhuman cock. He grinds his hips into your ass, pushing his cum deeper and deeper, but the amount is so great that it inevitably escapes where your bodies are joined.

You feel soft and fuzzy, stuck in that satisfied, complacent head space. You writhe with aftershocks and warm goosebumps that bubble up your entire body, from your scalp to your toes. Even though every inch of your body hurts and you know there are cuts and bruises on your flesh, you've never felt as full as you do in this moment.

Time passes between deep, panting breaths and consciousness returns in fragments; first, the intense, aching pulse between your legs, where Doh'kein is lodged deep inside you. Secondly, his weight on your back is practically knocking the air out of your lungs. Third, you are sweaty and sticky and bleeding in places.

You shift instinctively, trying to lift one leg, and he growls at you. His cock tugs at your insides in a way that isn't pleasant and you freeze at the sharp stab of pain. Your body finally feeling the effects of the extraterrestrial union. You moan at the sensation, but it comes out more as a wheeze since your lungs can't fully expand under his weight. “Y-you're crushing me, Doh'kein. I need to breathe, please-”

This catches the attention of the giant behind you and he rolls to the side, the feeling of his cock slipping out and letting more of that sticky fluid escape from your used pussy draws a low mewl from your throat. You have two seconds to inflate your chest for oxygen before he's turning your body and climbing on top of you once again. You blink like an owl as you find yourself face to face with the predator once again. The orange orbs are fixed on yours as he supports his weight on his hands beside your head, long ropes of defined muscles run up his forearms and into his broad shoulders, giving him an intimidating appearance. Not that the four jaws on his alien face weren't enough for that, of course.

You're proud that you don't jump when he touches your face with those sharp clawed fingers, holding your chin and turning your face from side to side.

“I, huh-” you begin, confused when he does nothing but inspect your face inch by inch in complete silence. Now that the frenzy and excitement were subsiding, a different kind of embarrassment washes over you as he lets go of your face and shifts his attention to your breasts and stomach. He ignores you when you stutter a shy question as you feel him groping your breasts and your waist, too rough fingers caressing as gently as he can the bloody welts where his claws have scratched you. He doesn't apologize or show any kind of regret, nothing about his alien facial expression changes when he looks up at you with his ember eyes again. But he continues massaging your flesh in gentle strokes, tilting his head towards you and moving his jaws once. And you know that's the biggest apology you'll ever get from him.

He seems pleased with whatever look is on your face at the moment, because soon you can hear that purring sound once again. A sound that, added to the extreme tiredness that plagues your body, makes you want to close your eyes and sleep. But Doh'kein has other plans. Without any effort, he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you into his lap as he stands, taking you both to what you assume is the bedroom's bathroom.

He doesn't stop his purring as he walks and you're grateful for that, the sound is calm and light and makes you forget about the many problems you obviously need to face. You wouldn't waste energy on that at the moment, though. It wasn't something that was worth or would make any difference, to be honest. Apparently you are bonded to this creature, destined to be his mate or whatever. You are no longer on Earth and cannot even match your strengths and abilities with this creature. Fighting it would be futile.

You look down and touch your belly, marked by some bruises from his powerful grip, and wonder if the union had any success. If not, he might want to try again, just like he says. The thought curls warm and shaky at the bottom of your spine and you feel your face heat up as you discover that you would welcome more attempts.

You look at him from under your eyelashes as he enters the bathroom, leading you both to a huge bathtub - although, to you, the thing looks more like a swimming pool. As you watch him, you notice that the predator's face is as rough and scary as it always was, but when his beautiful orange eyes lower and look at you with such devotion and possession, it's impossible to control the tremor in your body. On some level he is under your command too, you realize. He has been since the beginning, when he allowed himself to be captured and imprisoned just to chase your scent - the scent of his mate. Just the thought of it sends a thrill through you.

You feel his hands on your buttocks as he adjusts your body against his scaly skin, his other hand pressing a few buttons to make the tub fill. A shiver runs down your spine. He shows no sign of straining as he holds you, just keeps you steady and perched on his shoulder as much as you can with your dreadlocks falling loosely around his head. You feel his muscles flex beneath you.

Clutching you to his body, his release still leaking between your thighs, Doh'kein carefully steps into the tub and sits down, arranging you on his lap. You keep your head on his shoulder, feeling his rough hands squeezing your waist and hips, the hot water enveloping your muscles in the best way possible. He squeezes your flesh almost gently, sliding his fingertips instead of his claws. He's massaging your bruises again, you notice. With a tired sigh, you settle your head in the crook of his neck and you can swear his purr stutters for a second.

"Rest, little ooman. We have a long way to go." He grunts glumly and enigmatically, but you just hum some answer, already feeling your eyelids heavy and mind lethargic.

The last thing you think, still hearing his purring and his strange attempt at aftercare is that, with some effort, you could adapt to this new life.

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[rileyslibrary]

HR thought it’d be a good idea to handcuff you and Ghost together as a team-building exercise. It wasn’t. Or was it?

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,345 (approx. 5-6 min reading time)

Notes:

Fluff and the typical shenanigans

Warnings: language, suggestive content

For @ddiamondsdancing, who inspired me through her story

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He secures one end of the handcuffs to your wrist and adjusts them.

“Is it okay?” He asks.

“It’s beautiful, Lieutenant, you shouldn’t have,” you reply and flick your wrist.

He makes a clicking sound with his tongue and rolls his eyes.

“I mean, does it hurt?”

He’s one of the most feared men on the base, yet he worries about hurting you. That’s… new.

You twist the handcuff, and he advises against fidgeting too much, asking you to let him know if it hurts so he can readjust it.

“No, it doesn’t hurt,” you finally say.

“Good,” he responds and clicks the other end of the handcuff to his wrist, “shall we get going?”

You nod.

Things have started changing around the base since HR got their hands on your superiors. They switched their focus away from resorting to punishment and toward more effective ways of communication.

That was all good and fun until Captain Price and the other higher-ups decided that this training shouldn’t be limited to them alone. They believed that everyone at the base could benefit from the same approach.

And here comes today, where you find yourself assigned to Ghost as a buddy with a pair of handcuffs—key not included—and instructed to spend the entire day helping each other. Or torment. Whichever comes first. Or more naturally.

He starts walking, but his strides are so broad that you get dragged along.

“Can you—” you struggle to find the words while keeping up, “can you chill for a second?”

He stops in his tracks, which causes you to bump into his back. You look at him, annoyed, and he stares down at you.

“You need to slow your pace, Lieutenant.”

“You need to pick up yours.”

“I can’t lengthen my strides,” you explain, “but you can shorten yours.”

He looks down at his boots briefly and lets out a sharp chuckle. You wonder what’s going through his mind. He turns his feet outward like a ballerina and starts taking little steps forward.

“Are you mocking me, Lieutenant?” you ask.

“Do you walk like that?” he asks back.

“No.”

“Then no, I’m not mocking you,” he replies, although you can hear the amusement in his voice. He stops and turns to face you.

“Go on,” he says, gesturing with his head for you to move to the front, “you take the lead, and I’ll adjust my walk.”

The rest of the day wasn’t easy, but it was manageable.

You went to the training room, where you had to do the same exercises simultaneously and adjust to each other’s pace to get work done, except in some cases where the Lieutenant wanted to put in more reps. So you sat on the ground, cross-legged, with your hand attached to his, and waited until he finished his push-ups.

“Ready to hit the showers with me, Lieutenant?” You tease and anticipate his reaction.

He stands up and helps you off the ground.

“From bonding to bondage...” He says, and you immediately get flustered. You weren’t expecting this kind of reaction, that’s for sure.

“Tempting offer, soldier,” he says in a flirtatious tone, “but first, you have to tell me...”

He pauses and seizes you, looking at you from head to toe. Your heart beats so fast in your chest that you can feel your pulse in your throat and head.

“...how are you going to remove your shirt?” He asks and shakes your handcuffed hands.

Good question. But you won’t let logic, or Ghost, take hold of you now.

“When there is a will, there is a way, sir,” you reply. “I can cut through it.”

“And what about putting another shirt on afterwards?” he adds, raising an eyebrow. “Will you be sewing one back on?”

You sigh and roll your eyes. “Always with the logistics, aren’t you?”

“Someone has to think ahead,” he explains, pulling you gently to keep moving, “just in case we have to explain to HR why we’re both handcuffed and naked.”

Touché.

You organised the warehouse for your next task, and the handcuffs forced you to communicate and collaborate more closely than ever before. Navigating through the cluttered aisles and shelves became a shared challenge. You relied on each other’s strengths to find the best way forward. Every movement had to be coordinated, and every decision was made together.

Even when you wanted to take a break and have a snack, he helped you by holding up your water bottle while you munched on your sandwich. It was as if the handcuffs became a synonym for unity and teamwork rather than restraint and suppression. You had to trust each other’s judgement and, by combining your resourcefulness, turn every obstacle into an opportunity.

Up until you had to pee.

“Can’t you hold it in?”

“Until the end of the day?” You ask, squeezing your legs together, “No way, Lt., sorry. I—we have to go now.”

“No wonder why,” he snaps and pulls you with him, “you drank the entire water bottle.”

“It was you who fed me the entire water bottle,” you snap back and follow him to the toilets. “You were squeezing too much water in my mouth—that’s why it went empty.”

You approach the bathroom stall and squeeze into one of the cubicles. Ghost looks away to allow you some privacy.

“Sir?” You ask, and he turns halfway.

“I need your hand; I mean my hand to unzip my pants.”

He lets out a long exhale and relaxes his arm, so you can use it as you wish. With his hand very close to your zip, you pull down your pants and squat.

But nothing’s coming out. You need more privacy, and unfortunately, under these circumstances, you had none. How didn’t HR think of that? The HR, of all the departments!

“You done?” He asks with his head facing the door.

“I haven’t started yet,” you explain. “I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable.”

“A couple of hours ago, you wanted to shower together, but now you’re uncomfortable peeing in my presence?”

“That’s different, Ghost; I think you know that.”

And, as if things weren’t awkward enough, someone knocks on your bathroom door. Ghost lifts his heels and peeks from the top of the door. He instinctively turns halfway to talk to you, but you kick him to look in front.

“It’s Janet from HR,” he jokingly tells you. “Want to say hi?”

“What the hell, Ghost?” You whisper, “Shut up.”

He chuckles and then turns to face her.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he apologises, “you’re going to have to find another loo; we’re trying to pee in this one.”

You glance at Ghost’s back, and your face flushes with embarrassment.

“We’re... experiencing a tiny issue, Janet,” you explain, “the handcuffs, you see...”

Before you can finish your explanation, Ghost interrupts you.

“It’s a team-building exercise, Janet!” He says in a threatening tone while peeking at Janet, who’s hurrying out of the bathroom, “We’re exploring new levels of trust and communication; ISN’T THAT WHAT YOU FUCKERS WANTED US TO DO?”

“GHOST!” You shout.

“What?” he asks, acting innocent. “They should have considered the consequences before implementing stupid shit.”

“Speaking of shit...”

“Don’t tell me you have to do that as well,” he says, throwing his head back. “We’re going to stay here forever.”

“No,” you reply, “I’m done—your feud with Janet helped me.”

With Ghost’s help, you zip up your pants, wash your hands—all four of them—and head to Price’s office, where you’re about to report how the team-building exercise went. In return, you will receive the key to your handcuffs.

You stand at the captain’s door with several other soldiers, handcuffed in pairs.

“I’ll miss you, Lt.,” you whisper, “my other half.”

He chuckles and shakes his head.

“No, really,” you continue, “who will I have now to unzip my pants when I want to pee and squeeze the fucking ocean in my mouth when I want water.”

“Don’t worry,” he replies, “I’m sure you’ll find another poor soul to torture.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” he says, taking your hand discreetly and interlocking your fingers in his, “not one bit.”

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[rene-darling]

EXPLORING- him

In which you find yourself being able to closely touch and see your boyfriend's body..aka body hcs, and you examine their scars...im not sure if this is the original artist but I found the pic on scara.meowing insta

...Wanderer...xiao...kazuha...

Wanderer

The wanderer isn't one to let just anyone see his body,

Even thinking about being so vulnerable in front of someone leaves his head aching and sends a weird feeling up his spine

Letting someone see the scars he has obtained from throughout his life is something he won't ever agree to doing,

So if you wish to be able to see him, you'll have to find a roundabout way to do so,

Luckily for you, for the past few days, he's been complaining about back aches from being hunched over all day trying to complete his assignments from being a vahumana student

You offered a massage which after much pain and annoyance he agreed to.

After he agreed he turned around from you and took off his kimono, slipping it off with ease as he moved to remove the top half of his black body suit as well, cheeks slightly flushed as he was basically stripping in front of you.

He laid on his stomach starting forward, his usual snappy self is a bit quiet, it isn't every day he's laid bare in front of you for you to touch without engaging in promiscuous activities.

"hurry up what are you starin-" Suddenly the boy goes quiet as you run your hand down his spine, chuckling to yourself at his immediate quietness

Imprints of big circles are left on his back, most likely from the tubes that once connected him to his shouki no kami, large red indents are all that's left on his puppet body, and his back tenses once your fingers trace the circle following it's track.

Your fingers trace his skin where forgotten scars lay healed, scars mostly gained by cruel experiments at the hands of the doctor, his face sours when you touch them, constricting in...annoyance? Sadness? Or perhaps at the reminder of bad memories.

And when your hand traces up his spine to a strange purple symbol on the back of his neck, one that represents the electro symbol but not quite.

And as your hand touches it, it's as if a bolt of lightning is sent through his body, his hand immediately reacting to slap away your hand from it, quickly getting up and backing away from your touch his panicked eyes look into yours his breathing ragged for a moment before calming down

"I'm...im sorry" his voice comes out in a whisper, as if that's all he could manage..

Xiao

If you thought getting the wanderer to show himself to you was hard think again.

In no circumstance will he ever allow you to massage him just because his muscles feel sore

He's too proud as an Adeptus and as a Yaksha to allow that.

No matter how many long nights he's fought allowing himself relief in this form is out of the question.

It's not just his pride speaking though, he's far too selfless to allow himself rest.

Only when his karmic dept clings to him and dark miasma swirls in the air that surrounds him does he agree to allow you to touch him, albeit very reluctantly.

Only after being pushed to his physical limit does he allow you to touch his bare body, his bare body that he despises so much.

Your hands, which remain untainted by the dark miasma that surrounds him, untainted by the blood of thousands of innocents, he isn't deserving of your touch.

But he holds his tongue, letting your hands roam over his toned back without arguing, not so much as a pip is heard from the man,

He has a small frame, and an even smaller waist but the muscles he's trained from over a millennia are quite clear and pronounced

Your hands ghost over healed scars that he's long forgotten the stories too, claw marks which indicated a time his very flesh was punctured and bleeding.

Those scars he had gained admits battle, those roughly edged scars that you touched oh so very sweetly. He doesn't deserve this. In his mind he doesn't even deserve you but this especially.

He breathes deeply, it's okay, it's fine, he doesn't mind as you touch the scars he obtained during wartime, a time when he used to fight with his brothers and sisters

But his breath does hitch when you touch a scar that...even after thousands of years is stuck deep into his skin, a scar he received long before being rescued by Rex lapis.

His fists clenched as the memories flashed before his eyes,, the memories of him..his breathing increased almost to the point of him having a mini panic attack..

He only calmed himself once your hand moved away from there and to his arm as you traced the tattoo on it, gently tracing its edges as you reassured him that it would be alright.

Kazuha

Kazuha does not mind one bit if you want to see his body

He'll make a sly remark about your request of course

But he'll never deny nor say no to you

He doesn't have any insecurities regarding his body

He's confident in them and the scars he has obtained over the years of being a samurai

He'll raise an eyebrow at your request and give you a sly smile, yet when you explain your reasoning he'll smile gently and he chuckles nodding to your request set

Taking off his shirt for you and laying on his stomach, you can see his arms wrapped in bandages and some freshly obtained scars on his back are too.

Most though, are healed each one having a story behind it,

Whatever scar you trace he'll have the story behind it, from the smallest of cuts to the deepest of gashes he'll tell you, in depth how, where, and when he got it

Scars trace throughout his body down his arms that are wrapped in bandages, perhaps this day, he'll let you redo them for him,

Other than his scars his skin is soft and smooth, it's quite fair and he definitely has a tan line, his face is a bit darker than the rest of his body due to him always being out in the sun

He sometimes likes going into gruesome details about how he got a specific scar, but when you asked him about one he got on the day tomo was killed, he hesitates.

Going quiet for a moment, thinking deeply about what to say or tell, but unlike the other boys, he's more open with you and he'll tilt his head back as he recounts the story of that scar.

He won't tell you the whole story but...little by little he'll start mentioning little details here and there, leaving you some empty spots for you to figure out.

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Hello! I love your writing. Can I request an actress y/n story of her doing the Vogue 73 questions interview and some of the questions being cute stuff about her relationship with Tom and the interviewer going viral on social media.

73 Questions with Vogue || Tom Blyth x actress!reader

A/n: this was so fun to write, thank u for the request anon :)

Warnings: none

Wc: 606

Tom Blyth x actress!reader au masterlist

Divider by @pommecita

You step into the grand foyer of your opulent home, adorned with exquisite art and gleaming chandeliers. Vogue’s cameras follow your every move as you prepare to answer their 73 questions. The air is charged with anticipation as fans worldwide await a glimpse into your glamorous life.

"Mind your step," you caution the interviewer, noting the subtle elevation that often catches people off guard. "Oh, thanks," he chuckles in response to your warning, and a reciprocal grin plays on your lips. The interviewer then dives in, initiating the conversation with, "What's your morning routine like?"

You flash a radiant smile, “I start my day with a strong cup of coffee and a walk with Tchai.” As you speak, you gently caress your spoodle, cozily curled up on the sofa.

"Tchai is so adorable! How long have you had him?" The interviewer questions, giving your dog an affectionate pat. "I've had Tchai since I started dating my partner Tom, it was actually his gift to me for our one year," you share with a smile, recalling the moment Tom surprised you with the dog of your dreams.

As you stroll through the expansive living room, the camera captures the elegance that surrounds you. A question about your career follows, and you share anecdotes from your latest film.

“I actually took this from the set of tbosas, it’s a photograph of my character and Coriolanus that was on Coryo’s bedside table during the first scenes,” You show the camera the photo, your grin reflecting the fond memories associated with it.

“Texting, calling, or FaceTiming?” The interviewer probes further. “FaceTiming for sure! I’m too slack most of the time to text, so I'd rather FaceTime people because then I can see their reactions,” you share, casting a glance over your shoulder as you navigate through your hallway, adorned with captivating artworks.

The interviewer then delves into a more personal inquiry, asking, “How do you handle the pressures of fame?” You take a contemplative pause, “I’ve learned to prioritize my well-being and maintain a grounded perspective. Surrounding myself with genuine people helps.”

Entering your plush home office, you take pride in showcasing the awards adorning the shelves. The conversation seamlessly transitions to your personal life, and a subtle smile graces your lips.

“Congratulations on reaching your three-year anniversary with Tom!” The interviewer beams, and you reciprocate, “Thank you!” “Could you share a bit more about your relationship with Tom?” the interviewer inquires.

Your eyes light up, “Tom is incredible. We support each other’s dreams and share a deep connection. He’s my biggest cheerleader. And I'm genuinely grateful to have someone like him in my life.”

The camera follows you into the stylish kitchen, where you casually pour a glass of water. “What’s the key to a successful relationship?” He asks. “Communication, trust, and a lot of laughter,” you reply, your tone sincere.

The resonant creak of the front door interrupts the air, and a familiar voice follows, causing an immediate and infectious smile to light up your face. “Oh, there’s Tom right now,” You chuckle setting the glass down before you make your way to the foyer, the camera effortlessly trailing your every move.

“Hi sweetheart,” Tom removes his sunglasses, drawing you close for a tender kiss before casting a warm smile at the camera. “Go, continue your interview,” He encourages, his eyes filled with affection, as you return the grin and redirect your attention to the ongoing interview.

Moving towards the sunlit terrace, you reveal breathtaking views. The interviewer probes further, "How do you maintain a work-life balance?" You chuckle, turning your gaze towards the camera, "It's a juggling act, but quality time with loved ones is non-negotiable," You point out.

As you ascend the staircase, your eyes meet Tom, engrossed in play with Tchai on the couch. A soft giggle escapes your lips, captured by the camera momentarily fixated on the fleeting connection.

"What's something people don't know about you?" You ponder on the question before replying, "I'm allergic to most flowers," You reveal as a soft chuckle leaves your lips. "Really? I wouldn't have known," The interviewer comments, surprised at you revelation.

"Oh, absolutely! During the filming of tbosas, I couldn't escape the constant sneezing, and my eyes were continuously watery, especially when shooting scenes outdoors in the district. We had to take a lot of takes with those scenes" you confess with a sheepish smile, casually walking backward while maintaining a steady gaze with the camera.

The tour continues through a luxurious walk-in closet, filled with designer attire. "Favorite fashion trend right now?" You gesture to your chic outfit, "Effortless elegance. Comfort meets style."

"What are your top artists that you listen to?" You walk over to your vinyl player, hands flickering through the vinyl records. "That's a tough once since I listen to a wide range of music. But I think I'd have to say my top three would be Olivia Rodrigo, The Neighbourhood, and the Smiths," You smile, picking out the 'Louder than bombs' vinyl and playing 'back to the old house'

"This is actually Tom and I's favourite song from the Smiths," You reveal with a grin. "You seem to have quite a collection of hats, care to share some light about the meaning behind your huge collection?" The interviewer points to a wall where about 20 cowboy hats were hung up.

"Funny story actually, these are hats that Tom and I have either taken, or were given from the set of Billy the Kid." You pick up Tom's cowboy hat, "Those who have watched the series, which you definitely should, would recognise this hat to be Billy's," You showcase the hat to the camera.

"This one I was gifted to by the director," You point to a white hat, "And these ones are from other cast members like Daniel, Alex, Ryan, and a few others," You gesture to the others.

A sudden knock at the door causes you to look at the door where Tom peaks his head around, the camera zooming onto him as he grins. "I made some iced chai's, your with oat milk" He walks in, handing you yours and one for the interviewer, "Awe, thanks babe," You gratefully smile at him.

"Yeah, thank you Tom!" The guy smiles at Tom who smiles warmly before leaving. You take a sip and let out a satisfied sigh from the cold beverage. "Mhm, this iced chai is delicious! Is this something you drink often?"

"Oh I love everything and anything chai. That's why I named my dog tchai cause I love it so much," You chuckle, "Do you usually have it with oat milk?" The interviewer asks as you hum, "I'm lactose intolerant so I drink oat milk,"

“Oh I see, I can tell Tom is very thoughtful, what’s your favourite trait that he has?” He asks a difficult question, “You can’t make me choose, I love everything about him!” You giggle.

“Okay, okay, sorry just say one that comes to mind then,” He chuckles, “hmm, I love the little things he does like putting medicine and a cup of water on my bedside table when I’m sick, buying chocolate for me when he knows I’m not having the best day, braiding my hair when I’m in my office doing work because it de-stresses me.”

“He’s the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for,” You smile like a schoolgirl thinking about him. As the interview concludes, you step into the sunlight, the epitome of success and poise.

The Vogue 73 questions interview becomes an internet sensation, captivating audiences worldwide. Your fans celebrate not just the actress but the genuine, relatable person behind the glamour.

In the days that follow, headlines laud your openness and authenticity. Your relationship with Tom Blyth becomes a the talk of the internet once again. The internet buzzes with admiration, turning the Vogue interview into a timeless moment in your career.

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[inkyray]

Can you do a angsty Matt story? Maybe when hanging out with friends he made a rude comment and the reader got upset but he didn’t notice so when they go back to his house Chris/nick notice somethings wrong not Matt which makes the reader angry and they fight?

a/n: if you look at my doc where i wrote this at, this took up 15 pages of utter horror

warning/content ahead: ANGST LETS GO, matt x anxious!asthmatic!reader, fighting, crying, arguing, anxiety attacks, asthma attacks, bsf!chris yesss go girl, like one oc i made up, lmk if i missed anything

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TOUCHED

You trail closely behind your boyfriend, the mall large and filled with people, getting stopped every five minutes for a new fan to take a photo with him. You being the one forced to take them.

You hand a fan their phone back, watching as they skip somewhere off to the side. You sigh, and Matt goes in to reach for your hand, understanding your frustration, but you flinch away, making sure he doesn't grab a hold of it. "You okay?" He questioned.

You guys have barely made it past the entrance of the mall and this was the eighth fan to come up to him, it was a day made just for the two of you and now it's being slowly stripped away from you as you take pictures of him next to strangers. You didn't want to seem sensitive, but answered nonetheless, lying through your teeth. "Of course."

You dart your eyes around the place for a distraction, landing on a pretzel stand. "Oh! Wanna get a soft pretzel?" You get excited, gesturing to the stand. Matt follows your gaze and his face brightens. "Oh, god yes. I've been wanting one for weeks." He utters.

He grabs ahold of your hand and you take it back immediately, shoving it in your pockets and looking around to see if anyone saw that. No, thankfully, not. You hoped.

You watched his adam's apple bob as he dropped his gaze, you two walking over to the stand. "You looking to buy a pretzel?" A young woman in the stand asks, fixing her uniform hat. "Yes, please--" You start but quickly get interrupted.

"Wait, are you Matt Sturniolo?" She asks, her demeanor changing to reach for her phone. You swallow your throat dry as he answers. "Oh my god, can I get a picture?" She doesn't wait for an answer, getting around from the stand as she gets her phone ready. Matt shoots you an apologetic look as you ignore it, taking the phone that was handed to you and snapping a picture of them, your face expressionless.

"Thank you so much." You give her a small smile just to quickly realize she wasn't even looking at you, but at your boyfriend. "What did you guys want?"

You order, every sense of excitement completely flushed out of your body as you chew at your pretzel. You guys were now standing at some corner of the mall shadowed, somewhere Matt had insisted on standing to eat your pretzels in peace.

You chew on your soft pretzel, calculating the place around you before turning your attention to look up at him. He examines your face, one side of his cheek stuffed as he chews on it. He chuckles to himself, "You got a little somethin'' Matt's gaze was on your upper lip, lifting a thumb to brush off whatever was on there but you quickly moved your head back. You block his gesture with your own hand, removing any crumbs that were on you.

He finishes what was in his mouth. "Look," He starts but you dismiss it immediately, knowing what he's about to say. "Let's spend this day without any problems, okay?" You tell him softly before he could get a chance to explain himself. He sighs, looking like he's considering what you're saying.

"Okay." He agrees, "But, can I get a quick kiss?" He asks, a small frown on his face. You look around, seeing one too many people. "When we go home." You answer.

PDA in general isn't your cup of tea, but little stuff like holding hands and small physical touching you didn't mind. Matt was aware of that, you guys have been together for months. You'd think he'd got you all figured out. But as his career was skyrocketing, so was your problem with PDA.

It felt like everyone was watching, the anxiety of his fans probably seeing something and snapping a picture, posting it to the internet without either of your consent swelled your mind. His fans are what worried you, with how cruel they could be and the all seeing eyes of judgment. You loved Matt and wouldn't leave him for the world, he was your partner in crime. But making it public seemed like a death wish, millions of fans deranged enough to find a way to have you two broken up.

You weren't embarrassed of him, that was the farthest thing you felt. If anything, you felt like you were the one embarrassing him. You couldn't afford to paint such a picture for him and you didn't want any more fans to go any harsher on him. You were doing this because you cared for him, that's what he didn't seem to understand.

-

You stood in front of your mirror, having your hand slide down your curves, the dress hugging you exceptionally tight in all the right places. Your hair was in a messy updo, revealing your delicate shoulders and collarbones, messy strands untied to the updo, flying filmy around in soft motion. You were thrilled to see the look on your boyfriend's face when he sees you, knowing this a dress he would drool over, especially on you.

Picking up your phone, you notice your girl friends texting you, saying they were outside ready to pick you up. You, your boyfriend Matt, his brothers, and a bunch of friends are all going to some fancy restaurant in LA. Excited, you spray yourself in your signature scent and head out.

You got multiple compliments, which meant a lot coming from your close friends, but whether you wanted to admit or not, nothing mattered until you saw Matt.

You spare your friend, Em, a lip liner from your bag as you watch the restaurant appear into view. Em had made it her mission to somehow get Chris to fall in love with her by the end of the night, and you were curious to see how that would go. Peering out the window, you see Matt, his brothers, and their male friends conversing in front of the place, waiting on you guys. Almost everyone you were hanging out with tonight were influencers, not you though.

You feel your heart skip a beat when you see him, urging your friend to hurry up and park. He looked perfect. "Okay! Okay, give me a minute." She laughs, doing as you please. In seconds, you're out of the vehicle and greeting everyone, greeting the ones closest to you first. Nate, Chris, a friend, Nick, who doesn't hide his impressed look on his face. "Are you heaven sent? Holy fuck, you look amazing." He says and you fail to hide the erupting flattered chuckle, "Says you, wouldn't be surprised if you left tonight with multiple new numbers in your phone." You say, before turning to your boyfriend with a dimpled-smile.

You engulf him into a hug, one that has his scent swirling around you and comforting you instantly, one that takes him by surprise and stiffly hugs you back. "You look so handsome, pretty boy." You look up at him, pulling away from the hug. His expression was confused, the smile he had when talking to his friends disappearing when you pulled him into a kiss in front of everyone. Pulling back down, you stare up at him, waiting for him to say something.

"Thanks." He says, looking away from you and going to greet the other girls that tagged along. You were still smiling, but you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. That was it? He's usually more touchy than this. You watched him hug all the other girls, with hands around their waist a gleaming smile playing. You wondered if that's what he looked like hugging you too.

He pulls away and you stare at his hand, his finger ringed and the urge to hold it was strong. You reach a hand out to hold onto it, but he moves all too quickly in a motion of conversing with a friend before you can grasp onto it. Leaving you holding no ones hands but your own.

Turning your head away, you go and greet his other friends.

-

You sat at the long white-clothed table, picking lightly at the petaled roses displayed in front of you. Your boyfriend sat somewhere far down the table, across from Em. While you sat across from Chris, with Nick right beside you. Nick seemed to be caught up in a conversation with the girl on the other side of him. As for Matt, he was talking to both Nate and Em.

You can't help but look at him every second, he was so interested in whatever they were talking about he didn't even bother to make sure he sat next to you. He wasn't that far down the table, but far enough where you couldn't reach him. You could see and hear him, yet not touch him. For the first time in a while, you were upset about it.

You were forced to break your gaze from on him, turning to examine the beyond-fancy restaurant. Gold plated things everywhere, marble, high ceilings and long draped curtains. Maybe you were underdressed. Looking back down, you look at the rose petal you had accidentally broken off.

Everyone around you was engulfed in their own conversation while you just sat there, feeling the softness of the petal before slowly ripping it to shreds. Everything around you began hitting you in the wrong places, everything was too loud, the lights felt too hot on your skin, the place needed air conditioning, the waiter was taking too long. Your hands began to shake as the ripped petals fell from your grasp.

"Hey." You feel a quick kick to your shin and you look up. "Hey, Chris." You couldn't help but smile. Chris was definitely one of your best friends, all of the triplets were. But Chris knew how to take your mind off anything. His eyes darted from your shaking hands to your expression. "Why aren't you next to your boyfriend?" He asked with a small smile, one that made you feel like he was about to crack a joke.

"You mean Matt?" You dart your gaze over to him, he was fully laughing now. "Yeah. Unless you have a separate boyfriend here." Chris practically rolls his eyes as you feel the quiver of your hands quicken. You try to stop them, putting your hands on top of each other and applying pressure, hoping to stop it. "I think he just got caught up with his friends on a topic or something." You say in regards to Matt.

"Mm." Chris hums, nodding to what you're saying. He slowly leans against the table, getting closer to you. His voice drops a few tones as he asks you something. "What's wrong?" He gestures to your hands, voice whispery. You look back down to see your hands still shaking, you quickly hide them under the table and rest on your lap.

"My anxiety, Chris." You answer, looking at the open lights behind him before quickly looking away, feeling a headache form. "Everything here is so overwhelming." You answer honestly.

In Chris's mind, he puts two and two together. He knew you were telling the truth, but he also knew you wouldn't be this anxious unless you were seated next to his brother. He was aware that his brother had an effect on you that would immediately help with your anxiety, giving you some sort of comfort in uncomfortable scenarios. Chris cared about you like you were his sister, and he wished he had that sort of effect on you too, wanting nothing but to keep you happy.

He sighs, leaning back. "It is pretty overwhelming here, huh." He mutters, taking a sip from a water that was definitely Nick's, but he was too distracted to notice. You smile at the gesture, and he sips down the water and holds it up to you. "Want some?" He lifts his eyebrows, and you shake your head with a smile. "You sure, 'cause the ethereal hint of Sir Nicolas's saliva really just melts on your tongue."

You scrunch up your nose with a laugh as Nick's head snaps to Chris's direction. "What the fuck are you doing, Chris?" Nick's tone was warning. Chris pops a shoulder. "Oh, you know, drinking some delish water."

"Delish?" Nick repeats, "Did my water turn you gay?" That's what makes both you and Chris erupt into laughter, and you can't help but to even rub your eyes, careful not to mess up any of your eye makeup. Chris does the same, laughing more because you were rather than Nick's joke. Nick even chuckles a little, snatching his water back and keeping it beside him. "Dummy fuck."

It takes you a second to compose yourself, noticing just how loud you and Chris are being. With the failed attempt to keep yourself from laughing, you lean to Chris. "Sh–" You interrupt yourself with a laugh. "Shh, we're going to get kicked out." Your cheeks were hurting, the joke wasn't even that funny. Now you guys were just laughing because of the other one. 

Chris opens his eyes, squinting at you as he tries to lower his laugh a notch, holding a finger in front of his mouth as he attempts to shush you too, but only laughs more.

The two of you were unaware, but Matt had been staring at you since the moment Chris had kicked your shin. He watched as he leaned into and whispered something too inaudible, then kept his gaze on you guys until you were almost on the floor laughing. Jealousy burnt through his chest, and some form of hurt anger erupted, aiming directly at you. 

Everybody at the table now was looking at you guys, laughing a little along with you guys from the scene in front of them, not really sure what you guys were laughing at. You watch as a waiter begins to approach from behind Chris, and you immediately kick his leg, maybe a little harsher than intended. "Ow!" He jumps, and you point to the region behind him, he turns his head and sees the approaching waiter. He turns his head back immediately, his eyes wide as he tries to swallow down his laughs. Which seemed even funnier to you.

It was a struggle for you two to order, and Nick had to be the one to order for you guys. You felt immature and childish, but it somehow made you feel better about yourself knowing that Chris did as well.

Em starts talking from your row, across from Matt, as she aims her topic at Chris. "We're gonna have to wait even longer for our food now, am I right?" She says, making her voice slightly louder so Chris would be able to hear her, but his attention wasn't even on her, he was completely fixated on you, accidentally ignoring her completely.

"Ugh." He mutters, clenching onto his stomach. "My stomach hurts so fucking bad now." He almost moaned, and you grin. This is the most you've smiled all night. Now that he's mentioned it, you feel a cramp begin to form in your stomach too. "Oh, shit. Me too." You lay your palm on the thin material of your dress. "Fuck you, making me laugh so hard." You say, feeling your stomach begin to worsen.

"Me?" He scoffs, "Nick is the one that made the joke, loser." He defends, both of you guys matching with a hand on your stomachs. "Yeah, but your laugh is stupid." You tell him, he has an offended look on his face. "Your laugh is also stupid."

You shrug. "Your laugh is stupider."

-

In all honesty, Chris is what got you through the entire night. When the conversation would die down and you would shift your attention back to Matt, Chris managed a way to keep you from feeling gloomy again. Your boyfriend hadn't spoken a word to you since the moment you guys had stepped into that restaurant.

Now, everyone was getting up from their seats on the table and they left tips under their empty plates. Soon, everyone would need to leave.

You follow them out of the building, noticing how later it was at night and how you should've brought a jacket for the chilly night. You look for Matt, hoping he would provide you with some sort of warmth with his body heat. As everyone approaches their cars, they all linger there, deciding to hang out in the parking lot a little longer.

Chris was now talking to Nate and his other friend, not paying any mind to Em that was trailing behind him. You notice Matt telling Nick and his friends a few things, and you immediately get the idea to stand next to him. Hopefully the quiet game was over now, and he would finally talk to you now that you were closer. Standing next to Matt, who's in a conversation of his own, you gently lean yourself on him, letting your bare arm brush against his clothed body, providing you with the smallest bits of warmth. Usually, he'd cover your shoulders with an arm draped over it, but here, he doesn't do anything.

You lay your head on his shoulder as he continues talking, not even batting an eye toward you as you let out a small breath, watching as the air coming out of your mouth turns into cold fog. It was freezing out, and a gust of wind flew your way, giving you a series of shivers down your back. Subconsciously, you lean close to him.

"Can you stop?" He huffs, stepping away from you as you almost trip, just now noticing how dependent you were being on him. Nick furrows his eyebrows. The trip had sent your ankle to bend, small rocks digging their way into your skin. "Sorry." You swallow, fixing your shoe, your foot stinging.

The groups navigated to this one, and everyone was around each other, getting ready to head home but wanted to spare the time a little longer. You spoke to Em, who admitted she gave up on Chris. "He was hopeless." She sighed.

You spoke to the girls who drove you here. You loved them dearly, they were the kindest and the closest girls to you. Now, your attention shifted to Matt, who was listening to Nate speak to everyone. "Bro, I'm just glad the plans made it out of the group chat and everyone managed to come tonight. You know how long we've wanted to do this?" Nate mumbled the usual way he does.

"For real, plus, everyone looks fucking fantastic." Nick says, turning his head to you. "I'm looking at you, cutie." He points at you, winking. Everyone begins agreeing, and you start to believe it. Maybe you did look good tonight.

You turn your head to look at Matt, cranking your neck a little to look up at him. He looks past you, down at the pavement. "Whatever you say." He mutters under his breath, his face blank and you feel your heart begin to shatter like glass. No one seemed to have heard him, and you begin to wonder if it was just your imagination.

"What?" You question, looking at him. Your eyes start to get glassy, and the moonlight hits your face just right, making Chris notice what was going on. Matt ignores you, clasping his hand together. "All right, I guess it's time to go home."

"You're coming with us, right?" Nick asks you as everybody begins getting in their cars. "That was the plan." Chris says, looking at you for confirmation as you tried to bite down every part of your body that felt like it was being stung with needles. Swallowing your mouth dry, you answer. "I think I'll go home tonight."

Nick and Chris's faces visibly go confused. "Home with us, right?" You shake your head, your neck stuck in a stiff and still to keep yourself from accidentally looking at Matt. It felt like if you even tried to look at him, you would burst out crying. "Home to my apartment."

"Aw man, please?" Nick frowns, and you shake your head, hearing their car start. You hear Matt call your name out and you physically feel your heart clench. "Just fucking come." He groaned, entering the car and slamming the door harshly, enough to leave you flinch. Your eyes got subconsciously wide, trying to expand your sight as if it'll keep the tears from rushing out completely. Chris and Nick look at Matt then you, then at each other, utterly bewildered. "I'll come." Your voice barely came out, completely dumbfounded by his aggressiveness.

"Let's go." Chris puts a gentle hand on your arm, leading you to the back of the car as Nick rushed to the passenger seat. "Matt, what the fuck is your problem?" Nick was a tone away from considering yelling, no doubt angry with the way he was treating you. Matt just sighs.

Chris watches you with sorrow as you take your time entering the car, noticing just how bad you sprained your ankle, needing to hold onto his hand to enter the vehicle. The second you scoot to the middle of the back of the car, Chris immediately shoves himself inside, shutting the door as he glares at Matt through the rear mirror. "Took you two long enough." Matt growled, his voice was quiet but he spoke volumes.

"Matt, seriously, what stick is up your fucking ass?" Nick spoke with his hands, his palms spread open but his fingers clasped together as he was vigorously waiting for a response. God knew you were waiting for one too, desperate for one. It felt like piles of bricks were being laid on your chest, one by one.

"Nick, shut the fuck up." He had begun driving by now, all you could do was lay your head against the window and wait for this ride to end. "Watch your goddamn mouth, Matt." Chris didn't have his seatbelt on, sitting on the edge of the backseat as his voice was laced with impatient annoyance.

You closed your eyes, holding your own hands, lacing your fingers together as they began to shake just as they were in the restaurant when you first got there. "What are you going to fucking do, Chris? Kiss my girlfriend?" Matt argued, his voice getting louder. Your eyes fly open at the phrase.

"Matt, what?" Chris uttered, nothing but confusion written on his face.

"This is so fucking stupid." Nick declared. "Let's make it home and give her a peace of calm fucking mind. I just want her to have a good night's sleep, honestly." He sighed, referring to you. He cared about you deeply.

The ride home was uncomfortable to the brim. It felt like someone had poured thick fog into the car and made it difficult for you to breathe at a normal pace, your breaths either lasting too long or too short. The invisible fog picking at your nose and eyes, a push away from letting a tear slip. At least, for you.

Now, you are back home in your boyfriend's house. Nick leaves for his room to quickly change, as Chris lingered to do something on his phone. Usually, you'd head straight for Matt's room, given it was the one that had everything that belonged to you in, the one you'd sleep at every night.

You stood around, unsure of the next move you should make. Matt took a rootbeer out of the fridge and popped it open, looking at you as you glance at your splintered feet. "You just gonna stand there or what?" He says after a sip, another brick adding to your chest.

You approach the kitchen, passing Chris on the couch who had his gaze fixated on you, mentally begging for you to stand up for yourself. You bring up the courage to look him dead in the eye, the same ones that you had declared the most perfect eyes in the world just earlier today. "Matt, what did I do?" You finally ask, straightforwardly asking the question.

He furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion. "What did you do? 'Cause frankly, I'd love to know." Sarcasm laced his tongue and you felt your hurt turn into anger. "Stop talking out of your ass and answer me." You say, getting closer to him that the only thing separating you two was the wide table in the middle of the kitchen.

"There's always fucking something with you, isn't there?"

"Always something with me!? You're the one who won't tell me what's wrong." You make your voice louder to match his.

"You always have some sort of problem with something, don't you!?" He was determined to out-yell you, as if his words would hit harder if he made it's volume that way.

Your body was boiling, confusion, impatience, and pure irritation an ugly mix in your stomach. He won't give you an answer, and you are fed up. You cannot let him treat you like this any longer.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" You begin to use your hands.

"You fucking know what I'm talking about!"

With that being said, you two were now yelling over each other. The argument quickly turns into a fight, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you move them around. His voice booms throughout the house and it's enough for Nick to quickly notice what was going on from upstairs. You shouted back, begging for a simple response as he accused you of acting dumb on purpose.

The shouting was layering on top of what you two were saying, screaming and yelling what immediately comes to mind, paying no attention to what the other person is saying for the interruption until a phrase slips out that triggers the other person into saying something else.

Chris screwed his eyes shut tightly, a depressing wave floating in his chest as he felt the hurt wafting from both of you. The two people he cared about the most, fighting as he heard it all. He shuts his phone as he raises both his hands to rub on his eyes until he sees static. The unbearing sound of the two of you only getting louder.

The second Nick was done changing he was flying down the stairs, determined to break up whatever was happening.

"Matt!" Nick tried yelling over you two, but quickly noticed he'll have to do more than that, you two louder together than Nick was on his own. He attempts to call your name as well, but neither of you are aware of his presence.

You couldn't help it, hot tears were streaming down your face now as you pleaded for him to compromise. Your emotions shift between hurt, anger, and everything that comes with it. Matt definitely noticed, his gaze lingering on your glistening cheek as he only argued back faster.

Nick shoots a quick and worried look at Chris, who just so happened to open his eyes right when he did, concerned this would become something physical. Chris gets up from his spot on the couch, approaching Nick with a look that says 'how-the-hell-do-we-stop-this'.

The sight in front of them begins to get messier and their heart skips a beat when Matt doesn't stop his yelling, leaning over the table to point a finger at your face.

"You know what you're fucking—"

"Get your finger out of my fucking face." You spit.

" 'because it always has to be your way—"

"Matt, I said get your finger, Out. Of. My. Face!"

"Oh but as long as I'm doing what you–"

You and Matt were now inches away from each other, leaning across the table but your faces uncomfortably close. A vein was practically popping out of his forehead and no doubt so was yours. Nick silently thanked God for the table that was between you two.

You begin choking up your words and losing your breath, every word attempting to form was now a struggle, a new and harsh cough interrupting it. Chris's eyes widen and Matt abruptly stops. A silent second passes as all three of them stare at you, hoping for a false alarm, but your coughs get worse as you attempt to get some air in your lungs, failing to do so.

"Her inhaler." Matt yells, panicking immediately. Chris begins shuffling under his feet as Nick has no idea what he's supposed to do. Matt slaps Chris's shoulder, "Get her fucking inhaler, now." Matt orders Chris, the two of them sprinting to Matt's room to get it.

They come back in actual seconds, Matt's room turned to junk after throwing everything out of his drawers to find it. You never thought you'd have to use your inhaler, only ever using it once a year, more or less. Your asthma was mild, but this argument definitely triggered it. It was brought to your mouth in seconds, and you needed a full moment to get your chest working properly again.

Matt's expression was now plastered with worry and fear, every sort of angry bone in his body disappearing. Now, all that mattered to him was that you were okay. And honestly, once you could see straight, you had begun crying again.

"I'm sorry." Matt brushes the hair out of your face, strands sticking to your forehead from sweat, watching you uncontrollably bawl. "I'm so sorry."

Your tears were the hottest you've ever felt on your skin, and your eyes were glowing red from how much this all hurts. "Matt, I just can't do this. Either– Either tell me or fucking don't."

Nick helps you sit up and Matt swallows, deciding that he should just come clean with his behavior. But first, he needed his brothers out of here. He gave Chris a simple look and he nodded. "Nick, let's go."

And they were gone.

You had your eyes closed, all the energy in your body gone completely in one go as you waited for him to speak, a tear following another as it began to calm down. A few seconds pass as Matt tries to recoil his thoughts before finally talking.

"You hate touching me when we're anywhere that isn't a private setting." He starts, sighing through the sentence. "You'd flinch when my hand would even touch yours in the slightest. After a while, I began understanding that maybe that's just who you were. You know, not the biggest fan of public display affection, or whatever."

He swallows. "So, I got used to it. You hated it and I began working around it. Until tonight. You hugged me and kissed me in front of everyone, trying to do the things I would pray to try and do to you on the daily. I got confused." He swallowed. "You were embarrassed of me, and that's the conclusion I came up with. Deciding to touch me when the setting involved my friends." You furrow your eyebrows.

"As if.." He sighs and looks down, his chest breathing heavily as he stays like that for a moment. You opened your eyes and noticed he was about to cry. "Matt." You try to say, but your voice is hoarse and chalky.

"As if you wanted to give them this image that everything was all good. You're embarrassed of me on every single occasion except for this one, and it just fucked with my head."

You sat up fully this time. "Matt, are you nuts? Seriously?" You scoff, finally understanding everything. "I do what I do because I'm embarrassed of myself." You laugh at the irony. "If you pay attention, everytime I act this way is when we are in reach of any potential fan of yours." You say slow enough for him to process. "This restaurant was too fancy to have a deranged fan there. I was comfortable to be myself with you there because I knew that no stranger could misread the situation."

You fix a strand of hair quickly behind your ear before continuing. "I kissed you because I knew those people, and I knew that they wouldn't take a photo of it and post it on the internet without my permission, letting the internet speak absolute crap about me and judge me solely because I'm your girlfriend."

The scene was quiet as Matt registered your words, and you made sure the second was longer, replaying what he said back in your mind, as well as the entire fight that had just occurred. It all felt so pathetic to think about now, and the reason for it all finally dawned upon you two.

"All I wanted was to finally hug–and touch–my boyfriend tonight. But all I got was an anxiety attack, an ankle sprain, and a fucking asthma attack." You finish off with a stupid laugh.

He's silent for a moment before laughing, "I should've known. Seriously. God." He rubs his eyes and you see snippets of tears slip past his fingers. You get up and hug him, and he engulfs you in the embrace before you could fully even reach him.

"I'm sorry for making you feel that way." The side of your head laid on his chest as you hugged him tightly, and he gradually took it tighter.

"No way you just apologized before me. I was supposed to do that." He sniffed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sorry about that too."

He mutters your name and you look up, your chin on his chest. "I'm sorry for treating you that way. I feel like the worst human being on earth, and that's a fucking understatement." It was cute. Both of you guys are crying for the dumbest miscommunication ever. "I know." You say.

"Like, I somehow managed to fuck up so bad Chris had to be the one to comfort you tonight." He shook his head.

"Yeah. That was a crazy low you did for it to reach that point."

He shushes you. "I don't need reminders."

"You brought it up." You shrug. He nods, "Yeah. I guess so." He finally cracks a smile, and you follow the curves of his lips, unknowingly grinning with him.

"I really fucking missed you today." He admits, kissing your nose, your eyes fluttering shut before opening them back up immediately. "You have no idea, Matt. Promise to forget today?"

"Promise."

"Now let's go to your room, you need to get these splinters out of my feet."

"You got it, love."

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[lingeriae]

Can you do a story where y’all getting ready to fuck and then you go to give him head but he tells you no and ladies first but your confused because all your exes said giving head is gross and he shows you how different things about to be with him

Can it end with smut plz

omggggg

smut below the cut, minors pls dni!

"bro stop looking at me like that." turning away from connie's stare of disbelief as you felt yourself begining to get embarassed from the sudden confession.

connie stared at you with his pink plump lips agaped and his eyes wide, eyebrows furrowing as your words rang through his head repeatedly.

the words self-explanatory, yet he mumbled over them. shock and confusion evident on his face as he leans back to look you up and down, his tongue coming out to wet his lips that had suddenly gone dry.

he rose an eyebrow, watching you as you played with your shirt, twisting the fabric between your fingers and refusing to look up at the man infront of you.

"nah," he drawed the word out, eyebrows coming together once more, a slender finger coming up to tilt your chin so you can look him in his eye.

for some reason he was always insistent on that—always insistent on having you look him in his eyes and you never understood why, but as you get captivated momentarily by his honey coloured orbs, you decide you can understand it a little.

still doesn't stop you from getting shy and looking away though.

"you playing with me right now, ma?" your legs tremble from the intense gaze he had on you, and the deepness of his voice. face growing warm and your body feeling flushed, bottom lip suddenly trapped between your teeth as you looked up at him from beneath your lashes.

he swears it takes everything for him not to shove you against the mattress and have you shaking under him.

his fingers caress your smooth sun-kissed skin as he awaits your answer, tapping your cheek with a 'hm?' and curious eyes.

"no...it just never happened I guess." you respond timidly, looking away from him again.

it goes quiet after that, dead quiet and by the time your head can turn to look back at connie, your suddenly sprawled out against the matress. connie's hand pressed against your belly, his eyes watching how your chest heaves as you look up at him with wide, innocent eyes .

his head hurts from how pretty you are, intoxicated by how good you smell, feenin off the thought of what you would taste like.

you begin to feel nervous as the silence only increased, a far off look in connie's eyes as he looked you up and down.

slowly, his pink plump lips quirked up in a pussy-wetting smirk, your thighs immediately pushed against each other at the sight as butterflies swarmed in your lower region.

"you gonna let me eat it?" he asks, pushing out his lips slightly as he traced the rim of your undewear, lips twitching at the gasp you let out when he allows his finger to slowly go lower, pressing a finger against your clothed entrance with a breathy sigh from how wet you were.

"huh, ma?" his eyes flicker from your cunt to your face, face flushed with a slightly pink hue as he bites on his bottom lip.

you suddenly get shy from his words, looking away from him while slowly nodding.

connie shakes his head, his fingers still toying with your pretty underwear and his eyes stayed trained on your face, "need you to talk to me, none of that shy shit." you squeak as he suddenly slaps your pussy, face warming up from how good it felt. "y-yeah, want you to eat it con." connie almost doesn't hear you because of how quietly you mumble the words, he decided he wont tease you about it—now.

"good girl."

with that your panties are removed from your body, exposing your gushing warmth to the male infront of you who tried his best to swallow down the whimper that rises to his throat at the sight, adams apple bopping as he makes an effort to contain himself.

slowly and tanataliingly, he leans down. his mouth an inch away from attaching itself from your pretty pussy, suddenly stopping when you place a hand against his chest.

brown eyes flicker up to you, they're so intense that your body shudders under them. "what if it's dirty? you don't gotta do this-" you start of shyly but get cut off from connie blowing on you, smiling with his dimples on display at the way your pretty hole flutters from the mere action.

"stop playing and lemme eat you out." as he spoke he wrapped an arm around your thighs, pulling you closer towards his face. your back arches instantly as his tongue makes contact with your pussy, the vibration from connie's moan trembles throughout your body as he continues to lick you up.

"connie, t-that feels good." you said as he did a swirling motion with his tongue, he repeats the motion causing your hands to grip the sheets beneath your fingers, body twisting and turning from the pleasure he was giving you. "mmm, don't stop!"

your eyes cross as connie's tongue flick your clit repeatedly, mouth making an 'o' as your hands flew from the sheets to the back of his head, nails scratching his neck as he continued to tongue fuck you,

connie only groans and shivers in responce, his movements never slowing or stopping but instead speeding up as you rocked your cunt in his face, greedy for the feeling of his tongue against you and high off the pleasure he was giving you.

his tongue moves to your hole, the wet muscle moving inside of you and out again quickly before it begans flicking back and fourth between your clit and the fluttering hole.

"o-oh." you whisper, eyebrows drawing together as you feel your stomach tightening, the grip you have on connie tightening. "w-wait, feels w-weird!" your whining is ignored as connie's mouth latches unto your clit and sucks—the hold on your thigh is gone as you feel a finger enter you unexpectedly, your back arching as a high pitched-moan leavess your lips.

"connie!"

"mhm?" the words are hummed into your pussy as his fingers pump in and out of you, his tongue swirling your clit feverishly. your walls tighten around his fingers as they continued to play peek-a-boo with your pussy, the way you grip connie's head has you wondering if your somehow hurting him.

"gonna cu-mmm! gonna cum connie gonna cum!" you say, words all jumbled and stuttered as you began to reach your orgasm.

as the words leave your lips connie speeds up his movement, moans leaving his lips as he slurps you up messily.

a moan of connie's name leaves your lips before your arousal floods out of you, thr clear goo running down connie's chin and on the bedsheets beneath you.

connie pauses to watch as your cunt flutters prettily, the brown skin glistening with a mixture of your cum and his spit. you shudder as he presses a kiss to it, slowly pulling his gingers out of you and then licking them clean.

he turns to you after he's done, leaning down to kiss you slowly and gently, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. when he pulls away he smiles at how daed you look, your arms crossing around his neck as you pull him down for one more kiss before releasing him. "felt so good connie." you say, gently brushing your fingers over the back of his neck, smiling at the way he shivers because of it.

"yeah?" he asks, fluttering his lashes at you so innocently you almost get caught of-guard by what he says next. "you taste so good I nutted in my pants."

you laugh, thinking that he was just trying to be funny only for him to continue blinking at you, his lips pursued and his eyes low. your eyebrows draw together before you look between you, seeing the dark patch that laid on the center of connie's pants.

"I can't stand you."

"good thing your ass is laying down then."

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[whytheylosttheirminds]

espresso - rafe cameron

summary: Rafe met you a few weeks ago and he hasn't slept a wink since. You, however, have never slept better.

content: straight up smut, 18+ minors do not interact!!

You sink into your bed, the cool, crisp sheets feeling amazing against your freshly lotioned skin. Your laptop plays your favorite episode of your favorite show, the one you’ve watched so many times it’s like white noise. How do you sleep at night? Really fucking well.

Just as you begin to drift into a sea of pleasant dreams, your phone buzzes violently on the nightstand, lighting up your room. You groan at the interruption, squinting in the harsh screen light as you check to see who’s calling. The contact reads: 'tall blond (island club??)'. 

“Yes?” You mumble, answering the phone mid-yawn.

“Where are you?” His deep voice practically growls.

“Busy,” you lie.

“Doin’ what?” He tries to sound annoyed, but can’t hide the jealous curiosity.

“None of your business,” you taunt him.

“Can I come over?”

“Maybe I already have someone here,” you laugh.

“Y/n please don’t fuck with me, I need to see you, now.” You’ll never let him know the intensity in his voice makes you clench your legs together, getting wet thinking imagining how desperate he must look right now.

“You can come over, but the door’s locked and I don’t feel like getting up,” you say, adding in another yawn to try to maintain your dismissive tone.

A loud TAP TAP TAP on your bedroom window makes you jump. You sit still in bed for a minute, heart beating with fear. Then, through the phone and the window, you hear his voice, “I already tried the door.”

Your stomach does somersaults as you pad over to the window in your tank top and plaid pajama shorts, opening the curtain to see him crouched at your window, phone still to his ear, having climbed onto the roof to get to you. He doesn’t smile, just looks you up and down with ravenous eyes. You suppress an arrogant smile. This boy is down bad. 

“I told you I’m busy,” you say into the phone. 

He hangs up on you and raises his voice so you can hear him through the window, “y/n, let me in right now or I’ll break this fucking window.”

You roll your eyes and lean forward towards the glass, purposefully pushing your cleavage together and loving the way he watches like he wants to consume you whole.

“You’re so dramatic,” you mouth to him through the glass.

Ignoring your taunt, he starts trying to pry open the window, shaking it so hard, you think he might actually just break through the lock and get it open.

“Okay, relaaaax,” you laugh, unlocking the window so he can pull it up. He’s in it so quickly, hands immediately all over you as you stand in the middle of your room. 

“Can I help you?” You ask sarcastically as he locks his lips to your neck, hands on your ass, tits, hips, hair, devouring you. You put your hands on top of his, removing them from you, but still holding onto them. You tilt your head at him, waiting for an answer.

“I can’t sleep,” he mumbles, a harsh gulp making his Adam’s apple bob. “Can’t stop fucking thinking about you.”

“Aw,” you tsk with pity. “I know you can't, baby.” You take his hands and put them back on your tits, encouraging him to squeeze. He groans and rolls his eyes back, deliciously obsessed with having you in his hands.

He sinks to his knees in front of you, and you run your hand through it gently, before catching the ends between your fingers and tugging, forcing his head back so he has to look up at you. His eyes are glazed over with lust, you want to lick up the long column of his neck, sweaty from his climb to your second story window. But you’re having too much fun making him weak.

“I was sleeping like a baby,” you lie. “You woke me up.”

“I..I’m sorry,” he stutters, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Maintaining your firm grip on his hair, you scan your eyes down his body until they land on the prominent bulge building in his sweatpants.

You lean down to get close to his face, his open mouth inches from yours. “Then you better make it up to me.”

He nods quickly, licking his lips. You release your grip on his hair and stand straight. Still on his knees, head level with your middle, he reaches for you tentatively, and you give him a nod of permission. He grabs the hem of your tank top, lifting it to reveal the soft skin of your stomach. He places a kiss on your stomach, it tickles, but you refuse to flinch and reveal how excited you are. He licks a stripe up and down, over your belly button and down toward the waistband of your shorts, making your pussy flutter as his hot mouth gets closer to it. He hooks his fingers over the waistband and slowly pulls them down, having to shimmy them a bit to make it over the curve of your ass. When you’re revealed to him, no panties, he actually whimpers.

“Can I taste you, please? Need to taste you,” he begs.

He watches in raptured anticipation as you grab the bunched up hem of your tank top and pull it over your head with two arms, your tits bouncing as you throw it to the side. You step backwards, keeping your eyes locked to him, and sit on your bed. You slide back toward the middle of the bed, propped up by your elbows, opening your legs. He looks like he might pass out.

“Stand up,” you instruct.

He obeys immediately, his tall frame filling the space in your room, his big shadow cast on the wall by the dim glow from the street lamp outside your window.

“Take your shirt off.” Once again he complies with no hesitation, one hand on the back of his t-shirt, his tricep flexing as he pulls it over his head in one swift motion. 'Fucking hell he’s so hot' you think, but don’t say, as you drink in his perfect body. Just the right mix of toned and muscular. Soft, tan skin covered in goosebumps from his wildly heightened senses. 

You bite your lip and taunt him with your eyes, silently nodding your head toward the bed, an order for him to return to his knees.

He crouches low, crawling toward you. He runs his large hands up the side of your legs and keeps his eyes on you the whole way until he’s inches from your pussy. You’re soaked now, but you know he won’t tease you for it, both of you addicted to the power dynamic here.

Still keeping his eyes on you, he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at how good you taste and sending a deep vibration right through you.

Your head falls back, eyes rolling as you sigh at the feeling. The sight of you getting lost in the pleasure ignites a fire in him and he begins eating you out like a starving man. You grind your hips into him, pushing his face further into your pussy, covering him in your wetness. 

He suddenly switches the direction of his tongue, sharpening it into a point that begins flicking over your clit with firm pressure. Your arms give out and you fall back onto your bed with a thud. Your hands shoot to his hair, pulling hard, making him groan in delight. Your soft moans are angelic, making him harder than he thought possible. He bucks his hips into the edge of your mattress desperately. You can feel it move beneath you as he ruts into it and you know he’s getting himself off, the thought of it making you gush even more.

“Love the way this pussy tastes,” he mumbles against your inner thigh. “Been wanting to taste you all day.”

“Then shut up and do it.” It comes out harsher than you meant it, but he loves it, knowing you’re frustrated because you’re so close to coming all over his face. He doesn’t hold back any longer, aggressively pulling your clit into his mouth and sucking hard.

“Shit!” You cry out through gritted teeth. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” 

“Never,” he says quickly before moving his tongue to your entrance, thrusting it in and out as he shakes his head back and forth so his nose rubs over your clit. Your eyes are shut so tight you’re seeing stars. 

“You gonna make me cum?” You taunt him. He just nods, not wanting to separate his mouth from you for a second. 

He makes good on his promise and you're thrown over the edge, a loud cry escaping your hoarse throat. Clamping your thighs around his head, he grabs your hips and presses you into the mattress as his tongue works you through your orgasm. 

Once you’ve settled down, he lays on top of you, head on your bare chest, listening to the slowing of your heartbeat.

“I haven’t slept since the night I met you,” he confesses quietly.

“I know, baby,” you run your nails up and down his back soothingly. “I know.”

In the morning, you pull up his contact in your phone and change his name to 'Rafe'.

a/n: this is my first time posting just fully smut no real plot and i'm scared everybody be cool about it!!!!

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[darkshelbyfiction]

forced to serve (p.1)

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Smut, Forced Prostitution, Dub-Con, Butt Stuff, Ass to Mouth

Written for and with my sexy wife @queenshelby, luv you bae

Summary: Your husband forces you into prostitution and your client is Thomas Shelby 👌

After you were told to prepare for your first client that evening, you found yourself nervous about what would come. This wasn't how you wanted things to turn out - not by a long shot! It was your very own husband who forced you into prostitution and desperate times called for desperate measures, right? You somehow had to feed your young child.

Dressed in your most provocative attire, your heart raced when you heard someone approaching your door – it was him. Tommy Shelby. A man whose reputation preceded him. From stories whispered around town, he always demanded something different and intense from those he interacted with. He enjoyed intercourse that was rough and forceful and demanded complete submission from those who served him.

He paid well and he was informed by the madam of the house that you would be obedient and allow him to penetrate you in whatever way he wished, for at least two hours.  

It was all part of the deal you had made before entering this world where men like Tommy Shelby roamed free, dictating others' lives, desires, destinies.

The moment he entered the room, he immediately began taking off his shirt, exposing himself without shame or embarrassment. His muscular body gleaming under dim lights only intensified the raw power emanating from him. There was no mistaking whose presence filled the room now.

"Get on your hands and knees and crawl over here, my pet!" Tommy commanded without bothering to formally introduce himself.

"You want me to crawl towards you, on the floor?" you asked hesitantly, unsure whether you really understood his request correctly.

"Yes, Love," he barked back at you impatiently. "And don't ask questions. Just do it."

Your heart thumped rapidly against your ribcage, adrenaline coursing through your veins, heightening your senses. As you scrambled across the floor, getting closer to his towering frame, a strange mix of fear engulfed you.

"Good pet", he growled softly, taking notice of your compliance. Then, gripping your wrist tightly, he pulled you up onto your feet and led you towards the bed, commanding you once again to get on your knees, facing away from him.

Without waiting for your response, he spanked your bottom harshly, sending a shockwave of pain throughout your entire body. As tears welled up in your eyes, you felt a sudden surge of anger rise within you.

"Your safe word is red. Use it when you can't take it anymore and I will stop," Tommy spoke, his voice hoarse with lust. "I am not going to be gentle. In fact, I am going to hurt you, but this is what I am fucking paying you for, eh?"

As he roughly grabbed your hips, lifting you off the ground and positioning you into a standing doggystyle, you couldn't help but feel utterly overwhelmed by his brute strength. With one hand firmly grasping your waist, he used the other to pull your skirt higher, baring your bare behind for him to see. 

Your stomach twisted with nerves as he swiftly removed his trousers, releasing his enormous erection from its confines. It stood tall and proud, almost taunting you. 

Tommy reached forward and, without warning, he pushed your head down onto the mattress. "Open your legs wide and stick out your ass, sweetheart," he ordered.

Reluctantly, you did as instructed, feeling humiliated and afraid of what might happen next. Toying with your tender flesh, he slapped your ass repeatedly until it stung fiercely. He then took hold of your waist once more, pulling you further into the position he desired. Your face flushed crimson with anger and shame, yet your resolve remained unbroken. If anything, these brutish acts fueled your determination to endure. Tommy leaned in close, speaking directly into your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps along your neck.

"Don't worry, love," he whispered huskily, "This won't last forever." He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to your ass cheek, eliciting a whimper from you despite your best efforts to suppress it.

"Now tell me how badly you need my cock inside your cunt, little bird," he said in a low, threatening tone.

"Please, sir..." you murmured, trying hard to maintain composure. "Just please make sure it doesn't hurt too much…"

At this point, his expression changed, morphing into pure malevolence. He knew just how far he could push you without crossing the line marked 'red'.

"That's my good pet, eh" he snarled approvingly, rubbing his cock against your still dry entrance. 

Realising that you were not ready yet, he removed his cock temporally and spat some saliva onto his fingers and pressed them against your moistening hole, massaging and stretching it slowly while occasionally glancing at you with a look of hunger. You clenched your teeth together, fighting back the urge to cry out from the burning sensation spreading through your insides.

Finally, he stopped and held his manhood upright, his gaze fixated upon yours. "Are you ready, love?" he questioned with anticipation evident in his voice. You nodded mutely, unable to find the courage to speak aloud.

Unable to bear the intensity of the pressure building inside you, you finally gave consent, letting out a soft whimper that seemed to excite him even more. Grabbing you tighter by the waist, he thrust violently into you, causing you to gasp involuntarily.

Despite the initial discomfort, the familiarity of the rhythm gradually allowed you to become accustomed to his size. However, you struggled to regulate your breathing, hyperventilating as you tried to keep pace with the increasing speed of his movements.

Clutching the sheets tightly, you winced every time he drove deeper into you, the pain shooting through your loins growing stronger with each thrust.

Tommy loved watching his partner squirm beneath him, submitting to his every desire. 

"Isn't this what you wanted?" he taunted, pounding into you relentlessly.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as the intensity continued to increase, leaving trails of salty residues on your skin. Each stroke felt like an invasion, deepening the connection he sought.

You bit your lip, determined not to let your cries escape. Instead, you focused on counting the number of strokes, trying to block out the searing pain with numbers. Your throat became parched as sweat trickled down your forehead, making it difficult to swallow.

"You are married aren't you?" Tommy suddenly interrupted your internal struggle, his heavy breath echoing in the silence of the room.

"What makes you think that?" you managed to choke out, trying to hide your feelings behind innocuous indifference.

"The ring on your finger gave it away," he replied smugly, continuing his thrusts, groaning loudly.

"Y-yes, sir. I am married" you mumbled weakly, your whole body trembling slightly from the assault.

He paused briefly, admiring your vulnerability before continuing mercilessly.

"Tell me Love, does your husband fuck you like this?" he crooned, driving his hips harder into you.

You cried out involuntarily, overcome by the intensity of his movement. Your legs quivered with fatigue, your arms shook as they supported your weight precariously on all fours.

"Answer me, love," he growled, pushing deeper inside you, his member pulsing against your wall, filling you completely. Your throat burned with the effort of holding back your cries.

"No," you whispered hoarsely, causing Tommy to smile maliciously as, unexpectedly, he started to probe your anal opening with his finger while continuing to thrust into your sore pussy, 

"Does your husband ever touch you here?" He breathed heavily into your ear, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin.

You closed your eyes, struggling with the urge to both answer him honestly and to deny him altogether. 

"Answer me, love," he repeated forcefully, pushing his index finger into your anus with such precision and ease that it surprised you greatly. You cried out in astonishment at the sudden intrusion.

"No," you answered eventually while crying out loudly. 

His laughter resonated around the room, causing goosebumps to prickle your skin. "So, has anyone fucked your ass yet? Tell me, sweet thing."

You cringed internally, mortified that he would ask something so personal, but knowing it was part of the game, you mustered enough courage to respond truthfully.

"N-no," you stammered quietly, the word nearly escaping your lips before you could catch yourself.

"Well, we'll rectify that today, shall we?" He purred menacingly, slipping two fingers into your wet, gaping anus, stretching and teasing you slowly. 

Your muscles contracted involuntarily in response to his fingers penetrating your rectum, making you writhe underneath him. Your mouth opened slightly in surprise, emitting silent gasps.

"Good pet," he whispered, withdrawing his fingers slowly and methodically from your anus. 

"I think your ass is ready for my cock now," mockingly, reaching for the bedside table and retrieving some Vaseline. 

Fearful and hesitant, you lowered your head submissively. He ignored your reluctance and quickly covered his cock in the creamy substance. 

Without waiting for your permission, he positioned himself over you again, guiding his engorged tool toward your aching anus. His grip on your hips was ironclad, refusing to allow you to escape or resist his assault. You writhed helplessly underneath him, struggling to accept the impending invasion. Despite your protests, your body refused to comply, betraying your resistance as he slowly inserted his length into your rear passage.

"Remember your safe word love," he whispered softly into your ear. You bit your tongue, willing yourself to remain strong.

As his full girth filled you up, he began moving within you, his powerful hips bucking against your own, his hands pressing harshly against your shoulders, pinning you in place.

The world around you blurred, and the only sound you heard was your labored breathing combined with his savage grunts of pleasure. Your tears flowed freely down your cheeks, unnoticed by either party involved in this perverse act.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Having my thick cock in your smallest hole? I can feel how much it aches you when I slide in and out," Tommy gloated cruelly, his breath ragged and heavy against your shoulder. His cock throbbed steadily inside you, reminding you of his sheer power over you. It felt like he had no regard for your limits, your needs – he simply possessed you, taking whatever he wished, whenever he chose.

"Tell me, do you like feeling my massive rod buried deep inside your bowels?" He asked playfully, his voice carrying a sinister undertone that made your stomach turn.

Swallowing nervously, you managed to gather enough strength to utter a faint yes. It wasn't a complete fabrication though, as you did enjoy feeling full. This admission served as further encouragement for him, prompting him to continue his brutal attack.

With each new entry, his pace increased incrementally until you found yourself lost in a haze of desperation, pain, and arousal. Your walls seemed to close in on themselves, creating a claustrophobic environment where you could neither scream nor beg for release.

In this moment, Tommy realized that he was approaching his peak - the culmination of his dominance and control over you. Increasing his tempo exponentially, he used his considerable strength to propel himself deeply within you once more, ignoring your frantic attempts to pull away.

His hardened pelvis rubbed against your tender entrance, forcing you to succumb to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body despite your best efforts to maintain distance.

Every thrust reverberated throughout your entire frame, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your system, making it impossible to hold back your orgasm. As you approached climax, Tommy increased his vigor, grasping your hips firmly, rocking your body against his rhythmic pace.

With every thrust, your moans grew louder, feeding off one another. Tommy couldn't help but be proud of his mastery, reveling in your submission. You were a delicious treat he didn't want to end too soon. Your breath quickened, and your nipples hardened under his gaze. As your excitement reached its peak, the walls around you disappeared, replaced by the intense heat of passion. The sensation of his hand cupping your breast brought forth a surge of electric energy, heightening your already spiraling awareness.

The rhythm of his thrusts intensified, mirroring the rapid beat of your heart. With each motion, you could sense the pressure building within, threatening to erupt and consume you entirely.

Your nails scratched furiously at the sheets, seeking some kind of anchor amidst the storm of emotion and physical stimulation consuming you. The taste of salt lingering on your lips only added fuel to the fire, and you found yourself begging for him to take you even further.

"Please, please don't stop!" you pleaded. Tommy laughed triumphantly, a devilish glint dancing in his eyes.

"Do you truly wish for me to push beyond your limit, my little pet?" He taunted, grazing his teeth along your neck, sending shivers racing across your flesh. Unable to suppress your desire any longer, you nodded fervently, meeting his challenge eagerly.

"Then open your mouth wide, my dear," he instructed, loosening his grip just enough to grant you a brief reprieve as he pulled his cock from your ass and pushed you onto the floor.

"You are going to swallow my cum without spilling a drop," he commanded sternly, towering over you.

Feeling violated and humiliated, you dropped obediently to your knees and took his rigid erection into your hungry mouth. Tears streamed down your face as you performed this degrading task, your pride battered and bruised beneath his feet.

Despite the overwhelming shame and embarrassment, you tried your utmost to satisfy him, hoping to regain even the slightest fragment of dignity that remained intact.

His manhood twitched visibly in response to your efforts, provoking him to grab your hair roughly, pulling your head closer to his groin.

"Keep it up, open your throat," he threatened gruffly, reaffirming his absolute control over you. Panicked, you obeyed without question, not wanting to anger him further. Every caress of his fingers through your strands sent shudders of fear down your spine, yet you continued to service him dutifully.

His member grew heavier in your mouth, swelling impossibly larger still as you worked harder to accommodate its size. You fought the urge to gag, concentrating solely on staying true to your promise to him. The struggle became evident in your reddened eyes and quivering jawline. Desperate to avoid his wrath, you tightened your grip on his length, sucking harder, and increasing the intensity of your movements.

Tommy let out a low growl of satisfaction, pleased with your performance.

"Here it comes, love. Feast upon my essence, my precious pet," he said, allowing his seminal fluid to pour forcefully into your awaiting mouth. The salty liquid flooded your palate, filling your mouth completely. The bitter flavor caused your lips to pucker. Still, you valiantly kept your mouth closed, determined not to defile his command.

Still holding your hair tightly, he allowed you to come up from your knees, bringing you into a standing position.

"Open and show me your tongue, I want to make sure you swallowed it all." Obeying, you extended your tongue to meet his inspection.

"Very good, my pet. Now get back on to your knees and clean off my cock properly," Tommy ordered coldly, releasing his grip on your hair. Observing his reaction, you hurriedly knelt before him, carefully opening your mouth to receive his cock once more. His phallus emerged from your mouth, wet and sticky, leaving behind traces of his seed.

"Lick it clean, come on!" he demanded brusquely, eyeing you critically. You complied immediately, not wanting to upset him anymore today. Swirling your tongue around the sensitive tip, you meticulously cleansed it, paying special attention to any lingering residues.

"That will do," he conceded finally, stepping away from you. Exhausted, you sank down onto the floor, feeling a wave of relief wash over you as the events gradually subsided.

Looking up, you noticed Tommy surveying you with a mixture of admiration and contempt.

Clearly satisfied with your obedience, he smirked, wiping the remaining evidence of his domination from your lips with a smile.

"You did well tonight, pet," he admitted grudgingly, turning to leave. "And I cannot believe that your husband would share someone as divine as you are, sweetheart. I certainly would not share you with other men if you belonged to me, which makes me wonder what sort of man he is..." Tommy leered at you suggestively, his tone oozing confidence and superiority. You flinched involuntarily, unsure whether to feel insulted or intrigued by his brazen assessment. Feeling emboldened by his apparent interest, you sought to learn more about the enigmatic Mr. Shelby. "My husband... He is quite peculiar, sir," you hesitated, casting your eyes downward thoughtfully, without telling him that he was forcing you to do this for money. 

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