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💭 i kept thinking about how his wolf was going stir crazy too, like both man and wolf were being affected by the denial from reader, whether that be just them not realizing or pursuing others or not giving werewolf enough attention to satiate!

so just like his inner wolf being stressed out and just having that manic edge of losing control of his human form to the wolf side, it being especially dangerous around full moons

what if he’s a lone wolf so he doesn’t have a pack to turn to with all these stressors and emotions, so it’s just bottling up—

or what if he does have a pack and they try to be there for him during the tough times like full moons but there’s only so much they can do when it’s reader that he really wants, no matter how much affection/attention he gets from the pack it’s not enough if he craves it from someone else

on a less serious note, werewolf just being straight up whiny to his pack, and they are so done with his complaining, telling him to be upfront but then he’s all like… “but I showed off my muscles and all she said was good job 🥺” like that somehow means he told reader his feelings sksksksk or or “i marked their house all over with my scent” super proud of himself but the others are just like… she’s human, she doesn’t know what that means, nor can she probably even tell!

and he’s just like 😩

….yeah just some thoughts sksksksk 🤍

werewolf who will die without your attention bc of how obsessed he is 👀 constantly in your personal space, scenting you to ward off others despite not having any actual claim since you’re still just “friends” though he likes to think you just haven’t realized how much better he would be as your mate, he listens to your every word, shows you how big and strong his is, that he can take care of you, and sometimes when he’s feeling lonely he’ll sneak into your house when you go to work and goes through your dirty laundry finding your underwear and unable to stop himself from palming his erection as he smells your scent on the fabric, tastes the sweat that soaked into the cloth

home so soon?

werewolf x female reader nsfw

He’s too close again.

You barely get the front door open before he’s there, looming in your space like a shadow that breathes heavier than it should. His eyes are sharp—hungry—and his nose twitches once, twice.

Then he frowns.

“You smell different,” he mutters, stepping in before you can stop him. His hand grazes your waist as he passes, like that’s normal for friends.

“I walked past someone in the hallway,” you say, shutting the door behind him. “Calm down.”

“I am calm,” he lies. His voice is gravel low, like he’s holding back a growl. “Just don’t like it.”

He turns to face you, all broad shoulders and heat. He’s panting like he ran to your apartment even though he lives five doors down. His chest rises and falls under his hoodie, arms straining the sleeves, like he wants to do something with all this energy.

“What’d he look like?” he asks suddenly. “The guy in the hallway.”

You stare at him. “I didn’t say he was a guy.”

He stares back, unblinking.

“Okay,” you sigh. “He was tall, brown jacket, nothing special. You can relax.”

But he doesn’t.

He steps in again, slow, deliberate, crowding you against the wall. You can feel the heat rolling off him in waves, his scent thick—cedarwood, heat, him—as he tilts his head down to breathe you in.

“Still too strong,” he mutters. “Hold still.”

“What are you—?”

He presses his nose to your neck. Nuzzles you. Breathes deep like he’s trying to erase every trace of anyone else. His hands come up, not quite grabbing—just bracketing your waist like he could hold you there, if you let him.

“You know I hate it when you smell like someone else,” he whispers, voice rough.

“You don’t own me,” you say, heart pounding.

His lips curl into a smirk against your skin. “Yet.”

You shove at his chest, but it’s like trying to move a brick wall. He leans back just enough to look at you properly, and god—he looks wrecked. Like he’s been starving for your touch, your time, your attention, and today was the day he finally snapped.

“You don’t get it,” he mutters, eyes locked on your mouth like he’s about to say something dangerous. “I can’t sleep if I don’t hear your voice. Can’t think straight unless I know where you are. My wolf loses his mind when you’re not around.”

You try to say something, but he cuts you off by leaning down, brushing his nose across your cheek.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

“I didn’t ask you to.”

“I want to,” he growls. “I’m meant to.”

He grabs your hand—gently, but firm—and places it on his chest. You can feel the wild beat of his heart beneath your palm.

“You feel that?” he asks. “That’s yours. It’s always been yours. You just haven’t figured it out yet.”

You stare up at him, speechless.

And then he smiles—fangs flashing just enough to make your pulse spike.

“I’ll wait. But not forever.”

You’d barely been out an hour before he let himself into your apartment.

The key you gave him “just in case”? Yeah. This was an emergency.

Your date had posted a picture.

Of you. All dressed up. Smiling. And someone else’s hand in the corner of the shot, resting way too close to your hip.

He growled the second he saw it. His wolf didn’t just stir—it howled. Scratched at his ribs. Snarled in his chest until he was pacing, breathing hard, sweat on his brow.

You weren’t answering his messages.

So now he’s here. In your room. Sitting on the edge of your bed like it’s the only place on earth that feels real.

His hands shake as they trail across your sheets, grabbing the pillow you sleep on and dragging it into his lap. He presses his face into the fabric and groans—your scent. Sweet and clean and so yours, it makes his head spin.

“I wouldn’t need this if you’d just pick me,” he mutters into the cotton, voice hoarse.

But his gaze shifts—and there it is. The laundry basket in the corner, still half-full.

He’s on it in seconds. Sifting. Searching.

And then he finds them.

Your underwear.

Soft. Thin. Still holding the heat of you in the fibers. He breathes in deep and shudders, jaw tight, eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of your room.

“I shouldn’t,” he whispers—but the words mean nothing. His hand fists in the fabric as he brings it to his mouth, tongue flicking out before he can stop himself. The taste of your skin, the trace of your sweat—it breaks something in him.

He groans, low and wrecked.

“I could make you so happy,” he murmurs, palming himself through his jeans, hips twitching. “You just don’t see it yet.”

He leans back on your bed, fists your underwear in one hand, and keeps his other wrapped tight around himself. He ruts into his palm, chest heaving, every thrust punctuated with soft, desperate sounds.

“Mine,” he growls. “You’re mine. He can’t have you.”

He bites back a moan, burying it into your pillow, and imagines your voice whispering his name. Imagines your hands on him instead. Your mouth. Your heat.

When he finally finishes, he’s gasping—sweat-damp and trembling.

He lies there in the dark, wrapped in your scent, heart still racing.

And he waits.

Because you’re coming home soon.

And next time? He’s not letting you walk out that door.

You should’ve been gone for another hour.

But your date kinda fell apart and he wasn’t really your type anyways. So, you came home early, keys jingling softly in your hand as you nudged the door open.

The air in your apartment felt… off. Room temperature sure, but a distinct smell of sweat in the air.

You stepped inside, confused. Quiet.

And then you heard it—faint, rhythmic sounds coming from your bedroom. Heavy breathing. Something low and ragged, not yours.

You moved silently, footsteps light on the floor. The door was open just an inch.

You pushed it wider.

And froze.

There—on your bed—was him.

Back curled. Shoulders trembling. Eyes closed, jaw tight with a moan that barely made it past his lips. One of your panties clutched in a clawed fist. And in his other hand—

Your breath caught.

He was pumping himself with slow, aching strokes, thick and flushed, hips twitching into the motion like he was holding back too much. His thighs were tense, the muscles in his arms shaking, sweat dampening the hair along his forearms. His body looked bigger, stretched taut with restraint.

Your laundry basket sat open beside the bed.

The pantie he held was yours—the one you’d worn to bed two nights ago. And from the way his nose buried in it between strokes, from the helpless growl that rumbled in his chest as he tasted the cloth, you didn’t need to guess what he was doing.

You stepped forward.

His eyes snapped open the moment the floor creaked. He froze.

Everything stopped. His hand. His breath. The heat that had been rising off his body like wildfire… stalled.

You whisper, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I—I couldn’t help it,” he breathes. He sits up slowly, hands flexing on your sheets like he’s trying to ground himself. “You went out. With him. I saw the post, and—and I lost it.”

“So you broke into my apartment?” you hiss.

“You gave me a key.” His voice drops. “You trusted me.”

“To water my plants, not—this!”

He stared at you like a cornered animal. Half-wild. Guilt crashed through his expression, but it didn’t cover the arousal—the swollen flush of his cock, the gleam of precum at the tip, the way his legs wouldn’t stop trembling.

“You weren’t—” he started, then swallowed hard. “You weren’t supposed to be home.”

You shut the door behind you. Slowly.

He shifted to hide himself, but he couldn’t—not fully. Not with the size of him, not with the tension still trembling in his thighs and chest and groin.

And his ridiculously huge boner. No human could possibly take it.

“You’ve done this before.”

Silence.

You stepped closer. “Haven’t you?”

His eyes dropped. Shame darkened his face, and something deeper—something feral—pulsed underneath it. Like restraint was the only thing keeping him from begging.

“I needed to smell you,” he said, voice hoarse. “Just for a little while. Just… to be close.”

You looked down at the pantie in his hand, then at the twitching heat between his legs.

“This is how you stay close?”

A sound escaped him. A groan. Broken. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

You stepped closer still. He flinched—but didn’t move away.

“Then tell me.”

His claws flexed. His body pulsed, desperate and still leaking. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You don’t see it—you don’t feel it—but I’m always near. Watching. Listening. I hear every breath you take. I know when you’re sad. I know what your scent means when it changes.”

Your heart thudded. His voice was shaking now, like the words had been clawing inside him for weeks.

“I dream about you under me. Wrapped around me. Letting me scent you. Letting me claim you. Every time another man talks to you, I want to rip out his throat.”

His hips jerked as if the fantasy alone overwhelmed him.

“I waited. I didn’t touch you. I tried to be good. I thought maybe you’d see me. Maybe you’d realize how much I want to take care of you—how much better I’d be than any of them.”

You could feel the air thicken around him—hot, primal, ripe with suppressed need.

He looked up at you. “But you didn’t.”

You said nothing.

“So I came here,” he continued, voice almost breaking. “Because this—this is all I get. The smell of your skin on cotton. The taste of you in your sweat. It’s pathetic, I know, but it keeps me alive.”

He looked like he hated himself. So hard. So desperate. And still fucking leaking onto your sheets with your damn underwear in his hand.

You sat on the edge of the bed.

He stared at you.

Your voice was quiet, careful. “What were you thinking about… just now?”

He hesitated and you watched his jaw worked.

“I was thinking about how you’d sound,” he whispered. “Wrapped around me. Telling me I’m yours. Letting me fill you.”

He hissed softly, hips twitching again. “I’d be so good to you. I’d never let you be cold. I’d scent you every morning and every night so no one else would ever dare come near.”

You leaned closer.

“You want to be mine?”

His breath caught. A quiet nod.

You reached out and brushed a hand over his thigh—hot and twitching under your fingers. His cock throbbed.

“Then ask.”

His body shuddered. “Please,” he rasped. “Please, just once.”

A lie if you gave him a little he’d take more than a lot.

He would take everything.

“Let me show you. Let me knot you, mark you, make you mine.”

And oh, the way his voice cracked on the word mine—

It was feral. It was filthy. And it was honest.

He drops your underwear on the floor and sinks to his knees.

“I need it.”

Rough hands grip your thighs and pull you toward him—fast, greedy, shameless. His nose presses between your legs like he’s starving, mouth open, teeth grazing your inner thigh through your jeans.

“You’re soaked already,” he groans. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You gasp as he hooks his fingers in your waistband and yanks your jeans down in one swift, brutal motion. He buries his face against you, licking through the fabric of your underwear, hot breath soaking through.

You whimper—hands digging into his hair—and he groans against you, so loud, so deep, you swear the air shifts around you.

“Let me taste it,” he growls. “Let me prove it.”

You don’t stop him. You can’t.

And so you let him.

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THIS 🤌❤️🔥🥵 don’t mind me I’m just gonna add onto the thought 💭🥰

Despite all of Raph’s endless worries, he can’t seem to stop himself now that he’s started. Especially since he’s already ruled out the possibility of having you romantically. He’s a mutant after all. It’s a wonder you’re even friends with him!

So if all he can have of you is this secret, then he’s desperate to keep it.

He hides the cardigan from you. When you comment about not being able to find it at your place, he can only puff out a “wonder where it could be..?” as you list off all the places you’ve looked.

He knows exactly where it is.

It’s hidden, underneath his mattress. Where he can pull it out quick for when his thoughts wander a little too far at night. With the passing of time your scent begins to fade and he clings to the fabric, whimpering at the loss. Curling around it practically laying in the fetal position. Because It’s not the same. He needs the comfort of your smell, to make his brain go hazy and let his imagination sift through all the possibilities.

With your cardigan pressed against his snout he can wonder about the scent of your arousal. Is it the same as this or does it have a subtle change in notes? The better question is how does it taste? He groans inwardly, already starting to grind into his palm. He’d want to taste. He could die happy if you’d allow him to lap at your folds.

It doesn’t take him long to drop, squeezing his cock at the mere thought of his tongue between your legs. You begging him to keep going, holding his head down, squeezing your thighs tight. Raph’s mouth opens, hot pants escaping his lips as his wrist works on his length. His hand going faster at the thought of you cumming because of him. Because of his tongue spearing inside of you, licking over your clit.

Would you stop breathing? Would your eyes roll back? Would you scream? He bites down on the cloth, drool already seeping into the fabric and making it damp. He hisses, the image in his mind is too much, too hot, and then his hand is sopping wet. So is the bottom of your cardigan. Not just from his spit, but his cum too. Now it really won’t smell like you…

He wonders if he could give it back now? Would it be weird to say he miraculously found it? But then he wouldn’t even have this piece of you! Having nothing seems worse. Maybe you’d eventually leave another piece of clothing…? But what if you didn’t? Or maybe he could exchange this cardigan for something else? But how would that work? Could he get away with borrowing another piece of clothing? Nothing of yours would fit him… he’d have to steal it.

He’s a ninja, so it would surely be an easy task. But he’s never done something like this before. Purposefully taking something of yours. Defiling it. But there is no other way! He doesn’t think he can go without now that he’s this far in.

revelation.

warnings: none, but same thing as usual. explicit content, minors dni, blah blah.

rise raphael hamato/reader

sometimes he finds you warm.

so warm he asks if he could cuddle you. you always oblige. why not ? he hopes you like the fact that you could warm him up like a heating pad. sometimes you guys hang out alone and find you're comfortable in each other's space. he could be working out, you could be sitting and scrolling on your phone. not a word needs to be said. you enjoy each other's company. not too much, though.

not too much.

that thought never crosses his mind. the way you giggle at his silly antics. they way you put your head on his shoulder when you're feeling drowsy. the way you let him hold you when you cry. the way your hand pats his when he's having a tough time and you console him. you're always there for him. he does his best to be there for you and he actually enjoys your company a bit too much.

you're friends, raph thinks, hands tapping on his abdominal scutes and eyes burning holes through the subway car ceiling. how could you not be ? you spend all this time together with his siblings and so much time with him. alone. because you're friends.

he tries not to overthink about the times your hands linger on his arms or hands. or when you whisper little secrets beside his head he knows you don't want anyone else to hear. or when you hold his face and smile, setting his heart ablaze. oh, you're so sweet to him. you're so sweet to him and it aches like an untreated cavity, a cavity so deep in his heart that only you could ever fill.

what is this ?

what is he thinking ?

raph shakes his head and turns to lay on his side, noticing the cardigan you left on the stool across from his bed. apparently you left it there after you left the lair via leo portal to go home about a week ago. he leans over the edge of the bed, reaching for the soft, knitted fabric, bringing the garment back to himself. it still smells like you, raph thinks, letting himself catch a whiff of your lingering scent from it. it's comforting. it's safe. he closes his eyes and holds the garment even closer.

before he knew it, he's huffing your smell and dipping a finger in his cloaca, grunting your name softly. nothing stopped the haze from coming along. he's alone. he doesn't have that underlying paranoia that you might hate him if he did this with you around. maybe he's just feeling cold. you keep him warm. you keep him safe.

it's hard to believe that, considering he's the one with the ninpo, the one that's bigger than you, the super-powered turtle mutant. right. he's a mutant. you would probably find him even more disgusting for doing this with your cardigan shoved up his nose. he can't help it, you smell so nice.

raph usually doesn't do this sort of thing anyway, it just warms him up when you're away. which isn't often. he finds no need to wrap his hand around his dropped cock if you're around to keep him warm, but you haven't been back in a week. so he takes matters into his own hands.

he doesn't think about you on top of him using your hands to please him. he doesn't think about you under him with your thighs spread for you to take him. he doesn't think about your little mouth trying its hardest to fit him so you could suck on his cock, with his hand behind your head, fingers tangled in your locks. you're just friends, right ? friends don't think about these things.

but raph receives a revelation. his fluids make a mess on his hand and lower plastron, thighs feeling a bit sticky. an epiphany strikes his thoughts, post nut clarity hitting him like a train. friends don't masturbate thinking about each other. this is the first time he's ever done it thinking about you and he's a little... scared. frightened even.

you're not a friend in his eyes any longer.

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Who’s Marlowe? I’m hater3000

😪 oh I see how it is, not-marlowe-hater3000 WHAT’D I DO TO DESERVE THIS 😭

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。・゜・masterlist tmnt ・゜・。

this is where I hope to compile my writings for the different iterations of tmnt <3

Key: ♪ = nsfw | ☆ = angst | ★ = fluff

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r o t t m n t 🐢

*･゜ﾟ･*:｡ headcanons :･*｡:*･゜ﾟ･*

一∑ look at me ★

(how the turtles would try to get you to look at them)

*･゜ﾟ･*:｡oneshots :･*｡:*･゜ﾟ･*

一∑ tequila ♪

(leo x reader, where you walk in a bar & leo approaches)

一∑ deception ♪ ☆

(leo x reader, shark tale inspired, famous au, where you think leo has changed due to fame)

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um so ur stinky and ur uhhhh dunmy and like pickle brain

marlowe 😂 WHAT?!

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https://www.tumblr.com/tired-biscuit/747042048714178561/men-who-cant-help-but-slut-themselves-out-a

at first i thought of your leo with this post but then at the mention of hair my thoughts immediately switched to mikey >_<

-mycelium

一∑ Look At Me・゜・。

author’s notes: crazily enough i’ve seen that post before hehehe since you mentioned both leo & mikey i tot to myself what the heck let’s do them all! <3333 headcanon style

warnings: suggestive themes sooo be warned! i wouldn’t say nsfw but like maybe 18+ to be on the safe side?! also a bit yandere if you squint andddd unedited it’s 2:30 I’ll reread later ;3

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Raph knows he’s big. And part of him resents it. But it does have its own advantages. Eyes gravitate to him naturally for his size. Your eyes in particular are the ones he’s after. So if he knows you’re coming down to the lair later, he may get a workout in just before. To have that pump in full effect for your arrival. Even better if you decide to say hey to him while he’s working out. His muscles straining to do another bench press under your watch. Grunting out with the effort as he racks it. Sitting up to give you a breathy smile, snaggle-tooth catching on his lip.

He’s a listener for sure. Big eyes going round and soft as you call out his name. Just give him a chance, an in, to know he has a chance and he’ll start getting more obvious in his advances. Always coming up with an excuse for some contact. For you to hold onto him. His arm is out for you to take if you ever need it.

And if he feels threatened, that your attention is being soaked up by someone else. He may use his size to his advantage. Taking up the space in front of you, unable to even peer over him as he leans down, with a slight frown “Who’re you lookin’ for? Raph’s right here! I’ll help with whatever you need,”

Leo is painfully obvious when he wants attention. He is a whore for attention. He’s the face-man for a reason. When you enter the room he is the first to call out to you, already up and in your space. Depending on how close the two of you are it can be an arm slung around your shoulders, or a full on sweep-you-off-your-feet hug! He’s a tease so expect his hands to be on you regardless. Poking or tickling whenever he feels your attention fading elsewhere.

His jokes are aimed solely for you to laugh at. If he doesn’t get even a chuckle he may start pouting. If you don’t even give him an exasperated smile he may go down on his knees. Because he is that dramatic. If he’s wearing any clothes at all, they will either be so tight you can see every line of his form, or so loose you can see the skin regardless. Think suits or tank tops. Like Raph he’s not afraid to flex in front of you. Your eyes on him when he is purposefully showing off his body just goads that ego of his. You must be thinking he’s attractive right?

The type to grab your chin if he catches you ogling someone else. Tipping it up to meet his eyes as he tuts disapprovingly. “Hermosa! What else is there to look at when you have me right here? Hmmm?”

Donnie is more likely to show off his tech, achievements, and brain before he even thinks of his body. That’s what he is best at after all. He wants to show you all his accomplishments, his technological prowess. Please, please break something. He will be over at your place in a jiffy. Those hands and fingers showing off his precision and dexterity. They can be used for other things too!

The fashion sense he has is more like an add-on. Something he doesn’t even think twice about. Well maybe he put some thought into how good he would look in street wear. Dark purple and black are the color combos of his choice. But the grey sweatpants that he just throws on right before he goes to greet you? He hadn’t thought about how they hang on his hips. Nope.

Snarky comebacks are in his nature. He doesn’t do well with jealousy. “Scoff. Are your eyes seriously wandering over to that neanderthal? Should I go start the introductions?” And you better deny. Or come up with some plausible excuse so he doesn’t overthink the rest of the day away!

Mikey is spoiled with attention. He gets overloaded by all his big brothers after all. So if he is actively seeking out your attention, and isn’t getting the reception he’s used to? He’ll be a bit clingy. Like Leo, he will call out to you as soon as he sees you. No matter where or what you’re doing! Could be in a big crowd or a silent library. A big wave and a holler of your name will be the first thing he does. Then expect for him to sweep you off your feet into a crushing hug that goes on for a good couple seconds, and could last longer depending on your reaction.

He’ll cook you anything you want. He basks under your praise and compliments. If you moan, oh lord, he may not be able to stop staring at you. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, before he realizes himself and pushes the plate closer to you. Wanting to get that reaction from you again.

He has no problem spamming you in person and through the phone. He’ll text multiple messages without a second thought of how desperate he may seem. He’ll call if you don’t respond back in a reasonable amount of time. The logic behind that is everyone has their phone on them, at all times, just shoot him a thumbs up and he’ll feel reassured!

“Y/n what’s this?! Do you like that kind of person? I caught you staring don’t denyyyy! I thought you liked meeee! You can only like me, okay?”

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🤍・゜・。oh my gosh I loved this soooo much!!!! the merfolk seem so cheeky 🤭 thank you for responding

。・゜・💭 I keep imagining the merfolk pov,

like just watching O,O (cause that’s what they always do when u come into their territory) with wide, unblinking eyes. unseen bc of the murky fog though not too far away from your boat as you stab another human. the smell of blood on the water creating a bit of a frenzy down below. and all of them are just so touched that their human gave them a snack. (they can hunt just fine on their own but who are they to deny such a delectable treat!) this is their favorite human after all, the one with the marked boat! that everyone just adores <3 and here you are finally showing some interest! just one gesture like this and boom it’s official, you are theirs and they are yours! whether you know it or not. And one cannot help but give a kiss, unable to stop themselves, appreciation for such wonderful gifts 🥰

hello hello, I stumbled across your writing and wanted to say how much I enjoyed “Blood In The Water” I was curious about how reader struck that deal with all the mer-creatures in the first place?! did they try to eat reader too? or did one/many have an attachment or attraction since reader grew up around that place? the whistling was soooo cool, like they were dogs trained to a command! does that mean they had struggles with communication at first? do the mer-peeps understand language or just body language? I’m full of questions 😂❤️ it was just so enthralling and love a good morally grey character! is reader struggling to make ends meet and that’s why they do this? or is it more of ‘it’s either me or them’ type scenario? OR reader is just like this is the easiest way to get money?! 👀 oml lemme stop here this is getting quite long— LOVE UR STUFF 😚

I'M SO GLAD IT INTERESTED YOU SO MUCH (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

I like to keep things up to interpretation cus I think it's more fun BUT I can answer a few of those.

- They definitely struggled at first lol. The merfolk can't speak human language and don't understand it. Humans can't speak mer-language either because it's mostly high pitched clicks and chitters. Reader figures out that the closest they can get to making sounds the merfolk understand is by whistling because it's loud and high pitched enough that they can hear it easily even through the water.

- They do share a lot of body language and mannerisms with humans (like kissing👀) so that made things easier.

- The merfolk do recognise Reader as a local and that made them more trustworthy. (Later on they marked the bottom of Readers boat so they know it's them🥺)

I wrote a little drabble to answer the "How did this happen?" question.

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You sigh as you row your way out of the canal and into the open waters.

Your new patron lounges in his seat on the opposite side of the gondola, staring up at the clear blue sky. You preferred doing business at night when it's quiet, few braved these waters at night. Alas dwindling funds force you to suffer the business of the day. There's just too much comotion in the daytime, too many tourists.

Its been like this since the first rich fool "discovered" that your relatively small and unimpressive lake town actually boasts some magnificent and horrific monsters in the depths of the decievingly calm waters surrounding it. Now flocks of fools come to "test their bravery" by crossing the dangerous waters.

Conservationists and locals convinced them that hunting down the monsters in the lake would lead to environmental catastrophe and the snobs decided that it would be a better investment as a tourist attraction.

"Don't you get bored of this?"

Your patron slices the silence in half. You blink out of your thoughts, releasing the iron grip you had on your oar.

"I could give you a different job."

The well dressed man's tone is almost convincingly sympathetic. You keep your gaze locked onto the familiar waters ahead of you...until you hear the distinct sound of coins being jostled against one another. That changes things.

You hesitantly turn to where the stranger sits comfortably, grinning with pride.

"I thought so, it's always the same with you locals."

The tourist opens his money bag and takes out one gold coin. At least enough for a small meal.

"What would you do for it?"

He plays with the coin in his fingers before tossing it out of the boat and into the water. The carelessness with which he tosses his gold makes your blood run hot. Through the thick permanent fog that hangs over the waters, you can just barely see the gold coin as it sinks into the abyss and your stomach growls pitifully.

He holds out the pouch over the side of the boat, dangling it over the water.

"Would you dive for it?"

The sick thing is that you actually consider it. You stare intensely at the stupid pouch that could keep you going for a good while.

The man suddenly drops the pouch and you jump forward to catch it but he yanks it back up by the drawstring before it can touch the surface of the water. He laughs at his cruel humour and your blood reaches it's boiling point.

You don't know why it was that patron in particular that made you snap or why that bad day in particular made you finally put the knife skills your father taught you to good use.

But before either of you know it his laughter turns to bloody choking. You scramble off of him, panic clear on your face. He reaches for the knife in his neck but it's useless. His body sags over the edge of the boat and his blood mixes with the water. You watch with wide eyes as he takes his last struggled breaths.

It's silent for a while before you take your eyes off of the man Infront of you to look down at your red stained hands. You look around as if anyone could've seen your crime through the fog anyway.

After a while of just staring blankly at the still body Infront of you, you try to compose yourself and lift him off the side of the gondola. You manage to tip him over and watch his body sink down.

You stare at the corpse fading deeper into the water. Just as you ready yourself to leave the scene something rocks the gondola slightly and you fall on your ass, gripping the side of the boat.

You feel a breath on the side of your cheek and jump when you look over and see two big pitch black eyes staring at you from over the side of the boat. Your skin turns to ice, unable to move.

You hear chittering from the other side and jump again as another one peers over the furnished wood of the boat. The first one takes your frozen hand in their cold clawed hand and inspects the drying blood covering it.

They stick their tongue out and slowly lick all the way up your shaking hand, licking away at the blood as if cleansing you of your sin. The other makes a clicking sound that sounds oddly like laughter.

Once all the blood on your hand has been licked off, the creature looks up at you for a moment before disappearing below the surface once more. The other one doesn't look like it wants to go but a few clicks from the water convince it to slowly lower back into the depths.

You lean over the side of the gondola trying to get a better look at the creature before it leaves. You deflate when you don't see so much as a ripple in the water.

Suddenly, just as you were sure they weren't coming back, the same one from moments ago bursts from the water. In a second it cups your cheek and kisses you. It's hard and deep, more passionate than you'd ever had before. The creature releases you and this time before it leaves it gives a little wave with its strange webbed hand. You wave back, a little dazed, as the monster dives back into the water.

You have to sit there for a good while staring at the pouch of coin the tourist left behind and then back to the murky waters, touching your lips while contemplating what the hell just happened.

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🤗 yayy~!

BLOOD IN THE WATER꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷

"How much longer?"

Your current patron meekly asks from his seat behind you.

"Not much longer."

You curtly reassure him.

You should be used to these tourists and their consistent whines but it never seems to get less pathetic. You suppose you shouldn't blame them considering the position they've gotten themselves into, although a bigger part of you just couldn't muster up sympathy for people who are dumb enough to find themselves in the middle of a monster infested lake with a complete stranger at the oar.

That thought breaks you form your daydream and you take a moment to stare at the deceptively clam waters below. You stop your slow rows, bring the gondola to a steady halt and turn to your patron.

"This is your stop."

You fasten the large oar to the hull and step towards the man so that you can look down at him properly.

He looks around at the open water, the mist is so thick he can barely see a few feet Infront of his face much less any semblance of land. He looks back up at you and hesitates before speaking,

"I...payed for the full trip."

You shake your head solomly,

"I only said I could get you on the lake...which I did."

You gesture around to the lake that you both are very much on.

"If you want to get to the other side, that's a seperate trip."

You hold your hand out, clearly indicating what you want. The man's eyebrows scrunch, his eyes go from wide with fear to a heated glare and his hands grip the travel bag he's been cradling.

"You can't do that! We agreed!"

He yells and you quickly cover his mouth with your hand as ripples break in the water all around the gondola. As if he just remembered where he is, the man freezes and lets out a little whimper when he hears tiny splashes in the water right next to him. The small boat rocks side to side as the water vibrates, sounding out the life that dwells beneath it.

The water settles after a few moments of silence and you stand again and look down at the quivering man.

"What choice do you have?"

The tourist heaves out a defeated breathe and digs in his bag to retrieve a sack of coins for the rest of the trip. He hands it to you with an icy glare.

"Is that enough for you?"

He hisses, a little quiver remains in his voice.

You give him a look and continue to count your coins. If you're being honest, you expected more from him. The disappointment must show on your face because he looks just about ready to swing at you before you let out a loud whistle.

Just then several claws burst out of the water and grab him. He shrieks as wet scaly hands cling to his shirt. One by one three heads pop out of the water to leer at his now pale face, drained of any colour once his wide eyes meet the inky black orbs of the creatures holding him down. They bare their sharp teeth as talons sink into his skin making him unable to struggle lest they dig further.

His panicked eyes can only follow you as you start plucking valuables from his pockets and rummaging through his belongings.

From the corner of his eye he can see more of these creatures circling the gondola. Waiting.

You sit down with a huff, slightly rocking the boat as you count and inspect your new plunder.

After a few moments you hear low growls that simmer into whines, you peer up at the multiple black eyes staring at you, waiting for the go ahead. The man's blood is already seeping into their claws and they're practically drooling.

You take pity on the poor creatures and with no more than a final glance at the man you let out another whistle and he's instantly pulled from the boat into the water without time to scream. You huff as the water splashes you, as eager as they are it was a pretty good deal you struck with the creatures, you get the valuables and they get dinner.

As you watch the merfolk fight over their thrashing meal you feel a tug on your sleeve. One of the creatures looks up at you from the surface with intrigue. You give them a questioning look and in response they bring themselves higher over the hull to rather boldly nuzzle at your neck.

You huff in amusement and waste no time grabbing their jaw and kissing their cold but soft lips, caressing their wet cheek with your warm hand. They croon at the warm touch and lick into your mouth.

Another one surfaces the water to place kisses on your neck with a few cheeky nibbles as they cling to your clothes to try and bring your body closer.

You fully indulge in the benefits of your agreement with these creatures as the water around you turns crimson.

꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒦꒷

[disgracexxx]

wahhh i've been trying to do this all day but so many things were so distracting </3

anyways...

first line: i think –¿por qué una persona tan bella como usted está sola aquí esta noche?– sounds better if you're trying to convey leo's interest, it flows better to me, perhaps check with other spanish speakers for grammatical error though

second line: tímida is more for describing something outside dialogue or describing someone else outside of the conversation as shy/timid, not necessarily referring to whoever the dialogue is directed towards. –¿que pasa contigo, hm? ¿sientes incomoda?– has a nuance of someone a little extroverted trying to pull the introvert out of their shell, it directly translates to "what's up with you, hm ? are you uncomfortable at all ?"

third line: i agree with you on the "fuck me" part tbh xD –joder– usually fits best in this case

THANKS FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ MY ADVICE !!! you're free to take it or leave your writing as is because it's wonderful regardless of editing <3<3<3

-mycelium <3

💞 mycelium 💞

I truly hope ur shadowban gets lifted soon!!!!

Your help makes me feel that much more secure in the fic now 🤗

I was so nervous with the original bc I figured it wasn’t exactly the right translation but didn’t want to scrap it completely!

I made the changes before this post so it should be updated now c: thank you so much again for reaching out !!! <333333

[disgracexxx]

so it was mainly –oh señor, dame fuerzas– that made me giggle a bit, i know you meant "god give me strength" or something along the lines of "oh my god" in an i'm-tired-of-this context but i feel like leo would use mexican dialect if he were to curse, like –pinche– which i heard is like fuck or shit interchangeably (come pinche, shit-eating; pinche madre, motherfucker)

but if you want to stick to it i'd say remove the s in –fuerzas–, it just makes sense to me as a native spanish speaker (i apologise sincerely if that's nitpicky though)

for anything else i would need to ascertain what you originally meant to know how to make the spanish flow a little better though xT

it felt a little bit like linguistic uncanny valley

the spanish was very good for using a translator though !!!! i applaud thee !!! your oneshot is amazing and i absolutely loved it <3 i will read it again >:)c

-other blogs know me as mycelium, btw <3

Ahhhh no no I really do appreciate your help!! The more nit-picky the better! I want it to be as natural as possible !!! I’m glad it wasn’t too awkward for you to read through but here’s my little list of the Spanish lines I did and what I think I was trying to say!

first line- Vaya, no estás aquí sola esta noche, ¿verdad, belleza?

what I was trying to say- Oh! What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? (orrrr) You’re not here all alone tonight are you beauty? (it’s been a day but I can’t even remember 💀 SMH!! what I want to get across is that Leo is interested and finds it hard to believe that reader is alone and not with someone else)

second line-“¿Eres tímida, mi flor?”

what I was trying to say- Are you shy my flower? (trying to use other words for pretty/beautiful, here Leo’s being a tease, wondering why reader is not responding at all, think I may just use hermosa)

third line-Oh Señor, dame fuerzas.

what I was trying to say- oh lord help me (or) Oh god send me strength (but I can see what u mean by him just cursing to the heavens instead sksksks so maybe) sweet jesus (or) fuck me (I think I may just go ahead with this last one cause it’s also cheeky, since he knows reader won’t understand & them being too pretty/cute that it’s hard for him to hold back)

What would you suggest I say in replacement of those lines?? 💙🐢💙 thanks a million again for your help, and it is nice to meet you! what shall I refer to you as? Mycelium? I tried searching for your blog but I think the shadowban is preventing anything from popping up !! You can call me grace if you like c:

[disgracexxx]

*･。💭。・゜・thinking about 🐢💙 leonardo hamato

~ Warning MDNI +18 ~

( nsfw, aged up characters, manipulation, excessive drinking, dub con?, sexual tension, vaginal sex, oral sex, unedited, yandere? 2am writing 👀 idk what I wrote )

p.s. i used a translator >.< if the spanish looks wacky I’d appreciate any tips!!

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“¿Por qué una persona tan bella como usted está sola aquí esta noche?” The vacant seat next to you at the bar was filled by a tall and handsome fellow. Dark couldn’t describe him. No. He was light. Well truthfully he was green. But his eyes were full of mirth, youth, despite his sheer size.

Even though the seats weren’t exactly close together he was so large that his legs couldn’t help but brush up against your own. His outfit was stylish, dress pants in navy and a white button-up. It looked to be incomplete without some kind of jacket but he was without. The sleeves rolled up due to the heat.

“¿Te ha comido la lengua el gato?” His words were like liquid honey. Rolling of his tongue in a way that captivated you. But not as much as those eyes. He was still smiling. His eyes crinkling now because of it, as he leaned over to put an elbow on the bar. Letting his hand cup underneath his face as he waited. That’s right he was speaking to you!

“I’m, uh! Sorry no español,” your eyes darted away apologetically.

“No reason to be sorry! Though now I’m even more curious, what’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?”

His stool started to twist just slightly as he moved his foot. Left, then right. And back again.

“I’m just here to get a drink. Though I don’t know what I should get..”

You admitted sheepishly. Your hand went up to nervously pull the hair that was framing the side of your face back behind your ear.

“Joder.” It sounded like a curse from how fast he said it. And you couldn’t help but tilt your head curiously. Wondering why he had flipped back to spanish when he knew you couldn’t understand.

“My recommendation! Tequila, to keep the cold away!” And like magic the bartender had two little glasses filled to the brim in front of you both. Now you had alcohol before. Snuck a sip of beer at a party. Had a taste of wine at a restaurant. But as you took a tiny sip, and your face scrunched in a grimace, the fellow next to you couldn’t help but laugh.

“That’s not how you drink it hermosa, here watch me,” And so you did. Blinking wide eyes up as he lifted the glass making it look tiny in between his fingers. And he downed it in one go. You couldn’t look away as he swallowed watching the way his throat moved. It made you swallow in return.

When he placed the glass back down his smile looked a bit more like a smirk. “See? Fast! Now your turn,” and so you followed his lead. Picking it up, scrunching your nose because you knew it wasn’t going to taste any better than before, and let the liquid flow down. The back of your hand covered your lips as your eyes squeezed closed at the warm sensation.

The drink really did chase the cold away! Not that it had been cold in the first place. When you opened your eyes he was staring with an expression that could only be described as smitten. Those eyes of his were like a puppy’s. So round and expressive. “My name’s Leo,” he chirped.

You responded in kind, telling him your name. “Pretty,” he mused as the bartender placed another set of glasses down, brown liquid swishing and settling. “Do you do this with all the people you meet here?” You couldn’t help but blurt it out.

It was the question on your mind ever since he had sat down. He was either a natural or had done this so many times that the routine came naturally. “Oh no you’ve got me all wrong!” Leo pouted.

You gave him a look that said you doubted that. “Honest!” He held up his hand which only had three fingers. “I don’t know if I can believe such a smooth talker..” you smiled unable to stop yourself because he was unbearable cute.

And now he was smiling too, full teeth as he grabbed his drink, downed it and let the glass clink as it hit the table. “You think I’m smooth?” He asked after he swallowed.

“Very,” you admitted then did the same with your own drink. Copying all of what he did. “Well if I’m smooth, you’re dangerous!” And that had your eyebrows raising. Never had you been called that before! Cute? Sure. Innocent? Most definitely. “Me? How so?!” You demanded indignantly.

“You scurry on in with your pretty dress making all the heads spin. Sit prim and proper here all night looking at the bottles. And now you’re drinking with a complete stranger, and tequila at that!” You couldn’t understand how that made you dangerous at all! Your face probably conveyed that so he must’ve pitied you as he explained.

“I think you know what you’re doing. You’re here for a reason.” He let that sit and didn’t say anything else as your lips pursed together. “Well isn’t everybody here for a reason?” And he only tipped his head to the side and shrugged his shoulders. “I was here to play pool but I couldn’t stop myself once I saw no one else approach you..” at this he had turned away, his knees brushing against your thighs in doing so as he let one finger trace around the rim of the shot glass.

“Can you teach me?”

“Hmm?” He looked up and at you once more.

“Can you teach me to play pool?”

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A couple more shots and pool games later you found yourself in a dingy motel room. Pressed up against the peeling door as Leo kissed you breathless. The smell of alcohol was strong off of both your lips but it was something hardly either of you noticed in favor of the unique taste that each had. Leo’s tongue curled into your mouth for more. Groaning at the feeling of your soft skin against him, the smell of arousal permeating the air.

When you couldn’t take anymore and gasped into Leo’s mouth for air he finally moved his mouth on to your cheek, then your jaw, to your ear where he whispered sin and all things pleasure. “Pretty lemme make you feel good, promise I’ll make you feel real real good” he rasped into your hair. Catching your earlobe between his teeth and tugging gently.

Your mind was spinning. Helpless against the door, your body was not your own as you whined out with need. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” and he kissed all the way down your neck, stopping right over your pulse point to pant. “Ohh fuck, shouldn’t… I shouldn’t..” his teeth grazed the skin there. Before he started to nibble and you squirmed in your hold. Hands going up to the back of Leo’s hand to tug at the blue bandanna.

“Leoooo,” his teeth went away, instead he licked the skin there at your neck unable to move away before he sighed. “Mhm, I hear you pretty girl,” he murmured to your skin before backing away from the door with you in his hold. Close and tucked to his plastron as he made his way to the bed. He sat down on it with you situated in his lap.

“Spinning, the room is spinny!” You laughed, relaxing in his hold entirely as he held your back up with his hands alone. He chuckled, joining in your amusement. “Ahhh too much tequila for you doll! Should’ve known to stop you.” Your hands went up over your head like you were trying to fall out of his hold, but he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

“Look at you, drunk silly” When your eyes came back down from the ceiling to look at the stranger turned something more, he was staring at you with lowered lids. The buttons on his shirt were undone and he had lipstick stains splattered here and there around and on his mouth. He looked drunk too. “Hehe,” you giggled and Leo dove in, swarming you with kisses.

“Hermosa, I need you to tell me to stop. Say no more Leo,” he groaned against your lips as you kissed him back. Again and again. Not listening to a word he said. “You hear me pretty? I need you to reject me right here right now, I don’t know if I can stop otherwise..” his hands were moving down your back and palming your ass. Groping and squeezing there until your hips started to grind down into his lap.

“Shit shit shit,” he chanted as your dress started to rise up for the movement. Going past your thighs and giving him a peek of your panties. His eyes dilated, and that was all you could see before Leo had moved you to lay on the bed. It had been so fast, one blink and now he was over you. He hadn’t stopped there either, he was roaming downwards heading for your soaked panties.

Licking and kissing at any exposed skin along the way. You were a pliant mess. Stutters and gasped noises at any touch he gave to you. If you were in your right mind you’d have been embarrassed. But Leo didn’t seem to mind, he was loud too. Babbling after he peeled your panties off. Moaning at just the sight of you stripped and glistening before him. “Baby, I’ll just make you come okay? You’ll feel so good, that’s okay hmm?”

Incoherent was what you were before Leo licked a stripe up your pussy. What word could describe you now? Wet and messy. That was all you could think of. The noises were obscene. He tongued you down, spreading your folds with his fingers as he got his mouth on every inch of you. Swirling his tongue over your clit and dipping it into your hole. It was too much, it was too hot. You had to get your dress off. Was all you could think as you shimmied it up your body as best you could while your body simultaneously arched closer into Leo’s face. It couldn’t get any closer the way he was holding your thighs, not letting you separate.

You would think with his face stuffed he would be more quiet. But no, Leo was mumbling to your pussy. It had to be spanish because you couldn’t understand a thing. Or were you that far gone now? That words weren’t making sense. Then after a few minutes with your dress off, almost completely naked except for your bra, you still felt unbearably hot. Nothing was working and you whined out Leo’s name, a plea.

His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked. Over and over until the heat spread from your lower tummy out to your entire body. You spasmed and jerked trying to get away but Leo held you down to his face, arms wrapped tightly around your thighs. You were crying, no you were screaming. Because this couldn’t be real. Never had you felt pleasure as intense as this. Then your body couldn’t take it anymore, it just went limp in his hold and finally he unlatched to just kitten lick at your clit. Tremors lighted up at each wet wipe.

“Taste so good, I could stay there forever. How about I do that hmm? Another one huh pretty? Did that feel good?” His gaze trailed up your sweaty body, happy of his work. He saw your wrecked state but couldn’t feel any pity, no he was just riled up and ready to go again. “Too good,” you whined out for him when your tongue managed to work. When your brain formulated something other than bliss.

Leo was up and kissing at your face again. Smiling so widely that he looked a bit deranged. “So cute, ahh what am I gonna do with you? What am I supposed to do?!” He pecked all over your face before they turned sensual once more. And you hadn’t noticed the bed rocking before but now as the headboard hit the wall, it was apparent. Leo had been grinding his dick into the comforter ever since he first got a taste of your pussy.

He was still painfully hard and your stare at his length made him shift so he could move against you instead. “Pretty, if you look at me that way I don’t know if I can hold back any longer..” he puffed hot air out as he coated himself with your slick and his spit. “Look at you, can’t pull your gaze away. Want my dick baby? Say you want it.”

You swallowed. Struck dumb by the size. It should’ve had you shaking your head. He hissed as he teased himself further, grasping his shaft and pumping up and down. “How about this hermosa, just the tip, that’s all I need, and I swear that’ll be it,” he wasn’t looking at your face at all. He was staring at your fluttering hole, wishing to just be inside already.

“Leo, please,” you begged softly. One moment he had his dick in his hand, the next it was rammed inside of you. Fully sheathed. Despite Leo going down on you, using his tongue and making you wet, that hadn’t been enough to prepare you for his size at all. The breath left your lungs immediately. And you couldn’t breathe, you felt like a fish out of water, gasping for the air all around you. The air that Leo was panting into your face was no good. It was useless. He was hissing at how tight you were.

The stretch was painful and each movement he made had you crying out. He shushed you, kissing over your lids that were leaking with tears. "I'm sorry pretty, couldn't stop, couldn't help it," He was on a roll now. "Don't cry baby, it hurts? I'll make it go away,"

His finger started rubbing at your swollen clit. "Hahhh nooo" you squirmed beneath him as he mouthed at your neck. "C'mon" he whispered, "Relax" and with each circle you jolted until your body started to forget about the painful stretch caused by his dick. Then he started to move his hips. Moving back to drive himself back in. "Sooo tight" he groaned, rubbing incessantly at your clit until you were writhing beneath him. Pawing at his plastron. "Le- ohhhhh!"

When you came the second time, Leo started thrusting in earnest. Riding you through it as you milked him. Your pussy pulling him in farther. Sucking him back inside not wanting him to leave. Leo was delirious, none of the noises he made were coherent speech. "Ngrhhh" he hadn't meant to come inside. But before he could even think about pulling out of your warmth he was spilling his seed. Load after load, pumped inside of you as he cursed before almost collapsing on top of you.

After catching his breath he slowly pulled out. He sat back and watched as the white sticky cum dripped out of your hole. Leaking onto the comforter below. His fingers went out on their own accord, stuffing it back inside as you whined at the feeling. Now he couldn’t stop, his fingers massaging your inner walls, feeling for the places that made you moan and the ones that made you cry. He must’ve bruised a couple spots on accident. He leaned down kissing your tummy, a rugged smile pulling over his teeth. “M’sorry pretty, I made a mess… how about I make it up to you?”

He found the spot that had you moaning the loudest again. This time you really did start shaking your head. “No no Leo I can’t, can’t do it again,”

He tsked, his fingers not stilling inside. “Sure you can baby, just watch! I’ll make you come as many times as I want!” When your eyes opened up that deranged look was back on his face. And for some reason it had you clenching around his fingers. “Such a good girl,” he praised. Using his other hand to add pressure to where you needed it most. And you came for a third time that night.

“This is only the beginning,” he assured you. Fear would’ve been a better response than the one that your body gave him.

[disgracexxx]

*･。💭。・゜・thinking about 🐢💙 leonardo hamato

~ Warning MDNI +18 ~

( nsfw, aged up!turtles, manipulation, lies, penetrative sex, oral sex, slight dub con? arguing, yandere?leo, unedited )

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It’s hard being friends with a famous person. Even more so if you knew them before the fame. Because you can tell how it’s changed them. And no one wants to admit they’ve changed… at least in ways that may seem like worse than before.

It was just hard for you to watch.

Because the people who were now surrounding Leo, weren’t there for the right reasons.

They wanted his fame.

They wanted his money.

So to see footage of some vixen pressed into his side, tilting Leo’s face her way, smushing her lips to his. It had your stomach rolling. It had you turning off the tv. It had you ignoring your phone. But you couldn’t ignore him forever.

“Hermosa?”

His voice was clear and it jolted you up from where you lay in your bed. He was here. He had portaled into your apartment. You couldn’t hear any footsteps but you knew he had approached your door. He had probably heard the stutter in your breath. He knew you were here.

“C’mon open the door…please?”

It reminded you so much of days that had long past. Your fingers gripped at the comforter, not finding any comfort just annoyance. You didn’t want to see him. You didn’t want to hear any excuses. But you got out of bed. You padded towards the bedroom door.

“Please leave.”

Is what you said in return. But if that was truly the case, then why had you gotten closer. It wasn’t as if locking the door would keep him out. He could just portal into your room. You were half surprised he hadn’t done that to begin with.

“We need to talk, I’d rather do it face to face.”

As if it wasn’t enough to already know what was coming. It still hurt. The two of you had never officially dated. But that hadn’t stopped lingering touches turning into sleepless nights. Nights where all you could think about was his fingers being replaced by his lips. Those dark eyes turning molten and predatory towards you.

It was stupid to prolong this any longer. So you opened the door wide enough for your face to be visible. You looked up and there he was. It was comforting to see that he had never changed at least one part of himself, that being the signature blue bandana. But gone were comfy clothing, baggy pants, athletic wear, basketball jerseys. In their place was designer clothing, fancy shoes, crisp suits. He looked nice. You couldn’t help but admit it. Better than nice. But it didn’t really seem like an outfit he would don to your apartment this late. He must have plans after this.

While he was pressed into fine clothing, you were in nothing more than pajamas. A flimsy tank top and soft to the touch pants. He took in your appearance, silent, before letting out a sigh. You held onto the door, not opening it any wider. Any more and he’d see the mess that you’d much rather he stay oblivious to. He didn’t need to know how worked up you’d gotten.

“I know we’ve been, well.. what I’m trying to say is… things are now..”

Behind your lips, your teeth clicked together. He was struggling to say what needed to be said. And it was even more infuriating than you had hoped this would go.

“Just tell me Leo, because I’m curious”

You cut him off. Leading into what had plagued your mind ever since the montage of images between him and some nameless woman had spread around.

“Why do you think she’s interested? Do you think for even one minute that she would be with you if you weren’t the rich and famous Face Man?”

He had flinched at the accusation, at the anger in your words. But he covered it up quickly, eyes narrowing and his jaw ticking into irritation of his own. His walls came up high and defensive.

But you couldn’t stop from continuing on. To keep prodding and poking at the obvious signs that told you to stop.

“Are you that blind? Or is it that you would rather stay ignorant? Because it’s quite obvious she doesn’t know—“

You had been getting louder, more animated, and he jumped in. His frame coming down and close to the door as he sneered in your face.

“And what do you know? You know me? Don’t make me laugh.”

His eyes rolled, taking in your affronted expression. He had dismissed all your history. As if you hadn’t known him when he was a teenager. And it stung.

“What?? Are you being serious?”

It was a question you constantly asked him. Because you could never tell when he was joking. Maybe it was a habit now because his eyes were very clearly dead serious.

“I know you Leo, all too well. Better than she even if it was genuine.”

Again you poked holes into the pretty little vision he had for himself. To have the most gorgeous girl, wrapped around his arm as he went to the most fabulous parties. Strangers acting like they knew him, coming up to him with false pretenses and smiles. Shadowing him, showering him with drugs and drinks until he was too fucked up to care if it was all fake. He could pretend with the rest of them. Well he could, but you couldn’t.

“At least she treats me like I’m somebody!”

He shouted, gripping the wooden door jam, holding back just enough so it didn’t splinter. Barring his teeth at you as his eyes glittered a dangerous black.

“Yeah? Well would she love you if you were nobody??”

You matched his energy immediately. Not quivering or backing down from his overpowering presence. If this was to be it. The end all be all. You had to get everything off your chest.

“Nobody loved me when I was nobody!”

“I did!”

And just like that. The admission sucked all of the energy out of the air. He was silent and you were still. You’d never meant to admit your feelings. It was too messy. Too much. It never seemed worth losing him over. But, now, you were already losing him.

“Before the money.. and before the fame.. I-“

Your tone had softened, so quiet that you could hardly hear yourself. But you knew he could hear you just fine as the tears threatened to spill and emotion overtook you.

He dove in. Cutting off anything else you could say. His body coming down, arms wrapping around you, to lift you up so he could smash his lips to yours. He didn’t stop as you protested and squeaked with surprise. Not as he carried you past the threshold of your door, into your room, easily stepping over trash and heaps of clothing. None of it mattered. None of it registered as he made it to your bed.

He didn’t let go, he went down with you. All the while pressing kisses into your lips until you were compliant enough for his tongue to peek out and enter while you gasped for air. He wasn’t letting you have any. He wanted you breathless and you pawed at his plastron because your head couldn’t go back any further now that it was on a pillow. You couldn’t escape.

“Leo!”

You whined out his name into his mouth. Hot air from his own mouth met yours as he let up, only to kiss at your neck and jawline. Your chest heaved as you took in as much air as possible to compensate for the lack of. He chuffed, amused at the display and it annoyed you to no end his cockiness. Not wanting to be the only one floundering your hands met the knot behind Leo’s head that had his bandana tightly tied and yanked back as hard as you could.

It pulled him an inch or so away. But it was enough to get his attention from laving at the tender skin just beneath your jaw. You both stared at one another for a moment, neither backing out now. His mouth still open, he let his tongue hang out. You went for it immediately with your own mouth, taking it in and sucking. A noise emitted from his upper plastron and he was moving once more. Hands coming up from where they had been holding your hips to snake underneath your beige tank top, groping until he found your breast. Cupping one and squeezing as he thrust his tongue into your mouth over and over until you became dizzy.

You moaned at the feeling of his fingers coming together to pinch at your nipple, back arching trying to move away or maybe towards, you couldn’t really tell anymore.

“Don’t run now, we’re just getting started,”

His heated gaze moved away to take in his work so far. He had you splayed out nicely on your bed. He moved his hands down to your legs, spreading them apart to get even closer. You had love marks beautifully bitten into your neck that were starting to form. And your top was just as disheveled as your hair. He wanted to wreck you even more.

Now that he was between your legs, a tantalizing scent was causing his head to tilt further down. His nose scenting and his body following until he was pressing his snout up against your apex.

You squirmed, and he wrestled to get your baggy pants off before he sank his teeth into the plush of your thigh. You howled out and he was quick to soothe, lapping at the broken skin.

“Stop moving,”

He warned as he moved back to where the scent was calling to him. Where you wanted him the most.

“Don’t worry baby I’ll take care of you,” he spoke straight into your panties. Licking a stripe up the entire length and groaning as he tasted the wet patch of the fabric.

They didn’t last on you much longer than that. You didn’t know if he had slipped them down over your legs or if he had just ripped them apart. Either way you felt his tongue against you now, skin getting even wetter with his spit and lapping at your arousal. He moaned his praises as he ate you out. Unable to stop until he had your legs trembling and his snout nosed your clit over and over. You felt the warmth that had grown in your lower belly take over your entire being as your muscles clenched and he made sure to stick his tongue as far as he could into your pussy before you came.

He let you ride it out, pushing his face into your heat until you whimpered with overstimulation. He finally backed away at you pushing with your hands at his face. His chin was smeared with your substance and he had such a devilish grin as he caught you staring at him.

“Took you long enough,”

He chuffed and you blinked before a leg came up to kick at the center of his plastron. He caught it easily, kissing at your ankle but unable to get rid of that shit-eating grin.

“Don’t tell me this was all your plan.”

You seethed despite his affections and he cuddled up to the calf that was trying to jerk out of his hold.

“Had to get you to admit your love for me somehow… nothing else was working,”

He mused and his other had wrapped around your other ankle before you could lift it to try and kick with both feet.

“Asshole!”

He lined himself up dragging his clothed cloaca over your bare pussy. It had you gritting your teeth to keep in any noise, you weren’t done with him yet!

“Lemme make it up to you? Yeah? C’mon Hermosa we’ve both waited too long,” he squeezed your ankles before letting go to unbuckle his belt. The clinking sound of it was prominent as he moved on to unzip his fly, shoving it down just low enough for you to see his own arousal glistening on his green thighs. He was rubbing you once more, this time both of you bare, and while your hand came up to cover your mouth from letting loose any sound, Leo’s mouth ran wild with unfiltered noises and cursed praises.

“Please baby, what do you want hmm? Anything! I’ll give you anything just let me in,”

He heaved, leaning over to find your breast he hadn’t touched before. Licking it and swirling that tongue around your tight nipple. It had you breaking. Both hands coming out to snag his shoulders, your nails biting into his tough skin.

“Hate you,” you breathed out all airy and wanton. His mouth moved from your breast up to your lips. He made a noise calling your bluff as he kissed you repeatedly. Hot and heavy, all the while grinding himself onto your leaking pussy. “Love you,” he confessed as if it wasn’t obvious. And once he said it was like he couldn’t stop. He chanted it over and over, as his dick dropped out and the slick that came with it made a puddle below your ass. His words, his touch, it had you desperate for what came next but he just continued to grind his length on you. Never breaching where you wanted it most until you begged him.

“Please Leo!”

It was what he had been waiting for. In one thrust he was inside, the both of you moaning at the feeling. “L-love you, so much, ha- nnmm” he whined into your mouth, moving his face to your neck as his thrusts picked up speed and he pounded into you.

The furthest thing on your mind was the fact that Leo had gotten Donnie to fabricate fake pictures of him getting cozy with another person. If you had looked closely enough you might’ve seen the resemblance to her and Atomic Lass. Yeah it had originally been an edited photo of Donnie. He had Atomic Lass stitched in to look really believable. It was easy enough to swap purple out for blue with the right photograph, color correcting, and editing software. The paparazzi never really cared about authenticity as long as it was new material.

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author’s notes: >.< thoughts are appreciated! i was rlly inspired by that back and forth dialogue from the movie Shark Tale… writing nsfw content is new for me! constructive criticism/feedback is appreciated! c:

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*･。💭。・゜・gah i’m floundering over here, so so so so so GOOD 🤌 mwah mwah, poor kitty!!! the immediate “I like you, you’re mine and nothing you can do or say shall change my mind” like that mindset Satoru has is just wild, accurate but WILD, like excuse me sir, I need breathing room— wait wait don’t lick me I just GROOMED! ACK!!! Imagining housecat reader just puffing up in the beginning, one of those black cats who just 🌾👀🌾 watches from afar, likes to think they are stealthy, doesn’t want to be touched unless it’s on their own terms and quickly changes their mind when it becomes too much! But fighting back has no effect on Satoru 😫 because he’s so god damn big! the size difference!! the only chance house kitty has is using their smaller stature to hide in places. Which I admit won’t last long since duh Satoru can smell but but but these spots reader runs to are places that only they can fit in! Satoru can hardly stick his big ole paw inside mwahahahahaha! so much better than hiding behind Suguru who will only be a wall for so long!

。*･🤍。・゜・love love your work sm! always the best!! looking forward to reading more, wishing you a good day/night~

tw - non/con, manipulation, mentions of breeding, and unbalanced power dynamics.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's ecstatic the day his owner, Suguru, brings you home. He's the pinnacle of a spoiled pet, constantly showered in toys and treats and affection, but his owner's a busy man, and he tends to sulk when left home alone. He's had other companions before, another leopard hybrid who nearly killed him before being released back into the wild and a black panther who somehow proved to be a worse influence on Satoru than Satoru was on her, but you're supposed to be more permanent solution, another hosuepet to keep him company when Suguru can't. You're a sweet little housecat, all wide-eyes and raised ears, but still, Suguru wouldn't be surprised if you're begging to go back to the shelter less than an hour after meeting your new roommate.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who falls in love with you immediately. Suguru practically has to keep him in a chokehold while you explore your new home, eventually curling up on your new bed. Satoru's on top of you as soon as he gets loose, purring obnoxiously while he runs his bristled tongue over your cheek. Suguru's half-convinced that your first day's going to end with bloody claws and bandages, but you only nuzzle into his chest and knead at the blankets underneath you. Satoru's a difficult cat to put up with, and Suguru's relieved that you, at least, find him tolerable.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's absolutely massive compared to you. The tips of your pointed ears barely reach his collarbones, and your wrist is only as thick as his fluffy tail. His favorite hobby quickly becomes carrying you from room to room despite your softly mewled protests, and he's not happy unless he's pressed against you as closely as possible. He used to force himself into Suguru's lap whenever possible, but now, he's unbearable unless you're sitting pretty in his. He doesn't even complain when you lose your temper and dig your little fangs (barely half the size of his - a poor imitation of a real predator's) into his arm, just grinning as he tugs at your ears and pinches your cheeks. He's not exactly a wild animal, but he's still at the top of his food chain. You're not quite a mouse, but you might as well be, compared to him.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's calling you his mate after less than a full month. You don't know what it means, often parroting it back as more of a question than a term of endearment, and Suguru just brushes it off as Satoru being deliberately irritating. He keeps it up, though. even after you start refusing to respond to it.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who starts introducing you to new "games". You know you don't stand a chance against him, but somehow, he always manages to goad you into roughhousing, into squirming as he pins you under his full weight. He likes to dangle things above your head, to see how long it takes your instincts to get the best of you before your chest is pressed against his and you're pouting so adorably as you jump and bat at his hand. Sometimes, when you fall asleep mid-grooming session, he'll let his mouth wander lower than it should, and you'll wake up to his tongue lapping over your chest, his face buried between your thighs in a way that leaves you teary-eyed and warm. You've tried to tell Suguru, but you always get embarrassed and end up mumbling something as vague as 'Satoru's being mean to me, again.' In the end, Satoru only ever gets a slap on the wrist and a new reason to tease you, next time Suguru turns his back.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who fucks you whenever Suguru isn't home. He planned on waiting for your first heat (delayed by your shelter suppressants and the stress of a new home), and he knows he's not supposed to, but he just can't get enough of having your smaller body curled up underneath his, your tail thrashing from side to side as he lazily rolls his hips against yours. You tend to whine, at first, to go on and on about how weird it feels and how much it hurts, but as soon he gets his cock inside of you, all those complaints tend to go away. It's almost funny, how easily your stupid little kitty mind gets all hazy and cockdrunk. He always loves you, but he loves you most when you're drooling and purring for his cum, begging him to breed you properly between hitched moans.

Snow Leopard!Satoru, who's not even mad when Suguru catches him bouncing your half-conscious, fucked-out body on his cock. He wants to be the best possible mate for you, and he couldn't do that if he wasn't willing to show you off <3

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💭*･。゜

i love Provocateur so much, and just the thought of an alternative universe out there where Leon, Billie, AND Usagi get together?! it’s just mwah mwah, I love it. He’s so— AH, like I’m hooked yep, you’ve convinced me! I can get on the hare/bunny/rabbit train mhm, no problemo, where’s the sign up sheet? I’ve got my pen! Like he was so assertive yet caring too, like there was safety despite the worries Billie had, which just— *melts in a puddle* love love love the animalistic sides and the protectiveness, the way he instantly like wraps his jacket!!! EEEEEEE!!!

゜。･ * 💭

🤍 *･。゜

I’m a sucker for Leon, I was waiting for him to just pop in sksksksksk! Or maybe like his reaction to them finally getting home and just smelling sex on the both of them, what would he be like?! Jealous?? Or maybe he already knew something like that would happen?? Happy? Smug?? The possibilities!

゜。･ * 🤍

From that one AU where Usagi, Leon, and Billie end up in a throuple??? Because teehee.

Content Warning: I write adult things for adult readers about adult characters. There's sliiiight dub-con in this, Usagi on OC action, mentions of being in a throuple with Leon, knots, belly-bulging, and a little romance. Just a smidgeon, for seasoning. Read at your own risk!

The slow rock and rattle of the New York City subway was usually a deterrent for Billie. Living in the city had brought so many new things to her life, some good, some bad, most she could ignore in favor of the men who loved her.

Usagi stood next to her, his arms folded and his eyes closed. For all intents and purposes, he seemed… Relaxed. As relaxed as a man of his nature could be, anyways. She knew better. Under the fur he kept trimmed and styled, muscle rolled and bunched and relaxed again as he moved with the Subway in a manner that was unexpectedly appealing. There was just… something about the competency and the calm he exuded that never ceased to tickle Billie. Today, the tickle was more insistent than mere affection and she was quick to drop her gaze back to the back of the seat she stood next to.

The Subway was crowded, a little too much to be comfortable, but Usagi's presence meant safety and it took her a moment, to remember that she could, in fact, show her affection for him. It wasn't as it had been, he wasn't hunting them. He was part of the family now. Part of her… Her… What did they call themselves now? She'd never really thought about it after Leon had reassured her that it was okay to love two men at once.

Shaking the worries about technicalities and immorality from her head, she shifted and inched closer to Usagi. She wasn't sure he'd noticed until he unfolded his arms and shoved a thumb in one beltloop so he could cup the other hand against her back. His fingers curled against her waist, tugging until she was tucked neatly against his side. His warmth was certainly a boon in the early spring chill and she smiled to herself, shoulders hiking high as he tucked her into the comfort of his jacket.

It was simple and domestic and it made her stomach curl pleasantly and her heart flutter.

…And it brought warmth between her thighs and she cursed the both of them, Usagi and Leon, for their antics. They'd done this to her. She'd never been this… This… This needy before them. Now she was hyper-aware of the sheer size of Usagi, pressed against her, the flex-relax-flex-relax of his thigh against her hip as he took the wobble of the train with a degree of elegance that kept her steady in that rocky moment.

She glanced up, through her bangs, trying to be subtle in catching a look at his face. Leon liked to call him a 'saber-toothed rabbit' sometimes, affectionately, and it was easy to see why, with the constant peek of his sharp eyeteeth poking past his lip. One of the few visible scars on him arched over the sweep of his snout and splayed over- Oh. He was looking down at her. Intensely. The deep red of his eye was pinned on her, the reflective pupil contracting before it expanded and she recognized the flare of his nostrils.

Oh god, he knew.

She was quick to look back down, around, at anything but him, even as heat flooded her face. The train pulled to a stop and the doors whisked open and Usagi shifted her with a quick, no-nonsense press to her back, tucking her between the bulk of his body and the back of the seat he'd been next to. She was effectively walled off from the rest of the train and that… That made her stomach turn again and her lips parted on a question that didn't quite make it to audible. She'd noticed they both did this. In fact, after spending time with the boys, they all did this. Put themselves between their partners, their kids, their smaller companions, and whatever unpleasantries they could spot.

Now, it served to remind her of… Of… Oh god. His hand, wrapped around the bar behind her head, the other pressed flat against her back.

Only last night, she'd been in the same position… With her legs spread across his powerful thighs and Leon's hand stroking down her lower belly, on its way to her mound while he cupped the back of her head to guide her tongue against the swell of his big clit.

Her knees almost buckled.

Billie felt dizzy with the heat of her own face as she strained to remain upright. She heard the quiet cuzz over her head and Usagi stepped in closer. It was enough to give the growing crowd more room and press her closer to him. Wait, no, shouldn't that be the other w-

His hand slid down, cupping her ass and she nearly yelped, only just containing the noise between tightly pressed lips as her brows shot high.

When she could almost control the wobble in her voice, she glanced up at him, whispering, "What're you-"

There was a sharpness to his gaze, a familiar ferocity, one he usually only turned on Leon and Billie felt a thrill roll through her. She knew what happened to Leon when Usagi looked at him like that.

It'd never been turned on her.

"M…Miyamoto?"

His eye narrowed and she watched the fringe of his mowhawk shift as he dipped his head down, just a little.

"Hush," he said, sternly, and she felt the word in the sudden excess drool she had to swallow and the wetness between her thighs. Oh, this was wrong. This was very wrong, she should be horrified, reacting like this in public, to-to-

His fingers dipped under the hem of her dress and wasted little time in wedging between her thighs, from behind. He cupped her sex greedily and she slapped both hands over her mouth to stop the gasped cry that threatened to alert the whole train.

Panic and desperation flooded her as she rocked onto her tiptoes for the grind of his fingers against her sex, over her panties.

Wild-eyed, she peeked past the bulk of his shoulder, gaze racing over the crowd. She couldn't see much past the jacketed shoulders of men and she realized it was the five o'clock rush. Business men just trying to get home, too tired after a long day of God only knew, to notice them… And if they did notice, they weren't saying anything or addressing it. Or maybe it was-

She darted a glance back up at Usagi and the stern set of his features, the sharply furrowed brows over the fierce red of his eyes. It wasn't hard to imagine that the only bit of her, visible to anyone else, past the curve of his shoulders and the drape of his long duster, was maybe her flats, pigeon-toed and peeking betwee his big boots as he rocked her on his hand.

Usagi made no noise past the puff of air he chuffed into her hair as he propped his chin atop her head. He had to bend, to do so, but he did anyways, scrubbing his chin against her and he was close enough for her to tangle the fingers of one hand into the thick fur that spilled out of his button-up. The other she still needed, to keep her mouth shut. More so when he shoved the bridge of her panties aside unceremoniously, and the length of his finger laid against her bare slit. Right there.

On the train. She felt tears springer to her eyes. Shame, embarrassment, all of those feelings brought forth as he tipped his head to whisper above her ear.

"Make a noise and I'll throw you over the top of this seat and fuck you in front of everyone here."

He'd never threatened her before.

She felt the slick of her sex gather on his finger as she strangled a whimper of nee- No, protest, right? She… She was protesting. Her safeword sprang to mind, danced at the tip of her tongue as her heart beat too fast to feel any degree of normal. Was she going to pass out? She might pass out, she might- His finger swirled at the apex of her pussy, against her throbbing clit and this time, her legs did go out. Her back hit the seat she was hidden against and she all but sat in his hand as he teased her sex with dizzying swirls around her clit and firm pressure against the rest of her.

Arousal slipped down her thighs, coating his fingers and oh no, oh- She felt his middle finger probe at her entrance and then press and she rocked up onto the very tips of her toes as her eyes rolled and she struggled not to moan.

She was full, not nearly so full when either he or Leon slid their cocks into her, but still deliciously filled. Helpless, she felt the tears free themselves down her cheeks as her eyes rolled. The position had to be odd for his hand, but he worked for it, pumping his middle finger into her hard, until they both heard the unmistakeable wet sounds she made around him.

He paused and she felt more than saw him, scanning the crowd for any reactions and more of her was thankful than not when the train's brakes squealed and the cab lurched. This was their stop. He couldn't keep this up now.

His jaw muscle ticked as the realization hit him too. His gaze was sharp when he hooked his arm around her waist and freed his hand from between her thighs. She'd have dropped to the floor if he didn't already have a grip on her, hauling most of her weight as he popped his fingers in his mouth. She knew it was out of practicality rather than a need to arouse her further, but both goals were met.

She couldn't stop the tears and the fluttered gasps for air and peace when he righted himself, apparently unconcerned with showing that to anyone.

More shame dragged her face into his jacket and she hiked her shoulders high to hide it more.

But he was already moving, too fast for her jellied legs, prompting him to stop and scoop an arm under her ass, to haul her up against his side. He parted the crowd with his long-legged pace and an unexpected snarl at a beefy man who didn't move quick enough for him.

He was trying to get her home, obviously, to-to- She curled her fingers wherever she could find purchase, keeping her face hidden. All these people knew. They had to. It was impossible for them not to, right? There was no way-

And then Usagi jogged up the Subway stairs and not towards their cross-section, but in the opposite direction.

Panic flooded her. What was he doing?! They needed to go home. Now.

"Miyamoto, pl-"

"Hush."

She snapped her mouth shut and she recognized the path. He was heading towards one of the parks they frequented and her alarm renewed. She shoved her hands under his jacket and tugged on the neckline of his shirt, trying to snap him out of whatever he'd decided was an acceptable course of action.

"Wait a second, you- We-"

He shook his shoulders and jostled her as he jogged down the concrete tri-steps and past bushes and trees and benches. The chill of the air hit her bare legs, sharply contrasting the boiling heat between her thighs, in her core, that threatened to consume her completely.

He turned towards the concrete buildings with decorative green tiling tastefully applied near the doorways. He made a beeline for the lockable "Family" restroom, slinging the door open and slamming it shut behind himself, to snap the lock in place.

Oh no.

"W-wait, wait-"

He didn't set her down, as she expected and while her gratitude for that was present, it was only a fraction of a second as he put her back to the door he'd just locked.

He cupped his hands over the fronts of her thighs, pinning her to the door like that, and she yelped, bracing her fists against his shoulders as he slid her up so that he could dart in and close his mouth over hers.

All-consuming. He crumpled her will, any words she might have used to defend herself by curling his abrasive tongue past her lips and teeth to slip against hers. There was no choice, none whatsoever, in the way she fisted big handfuls of his fur and tried to breathe him in as her eyes fluttered closed. His grip on her thighs was bruising, demanding, keeping her at eye level with him as her heels thudded against the door.

He pulled away from the kiss too soon, burying his face against the crook of her neck instead, to lap a path from her shoulder, up to the crook of her jaw, leaving a tingling trail in the wake of his tongue. She felt her brain scramble when he tucked his mouth under her jaw, his teeth framing that tender spot under her chin, where throat met mandible.

Worse when he sucked and her mind went completely blank. There was nothing, no thoughts, only her body's need for him. Unaware of herself, beyond how she felt, Billie tugged on him again, whatever was in her hands as she gasped his name. She was unaware of the drool that slipped down her chin until he licked it up and pressed his tongue back in her mouth.

She was unaware of how he got his pants open or when he'd let her feet hit the floor again. She knew only the heat between them, the press of his fur, the squeeze of his hands. There was recognition that he had yanked her dress up, over her head, had tossed it over his jacket, over the sink. Her underslip, bra, and panties joined soon and she struggled to find the mortification that should come with being wholly naked in a public bathroom, except her shoes.

In fact, there was very little she was concerned about, until Usagi hitched her high against a wall and she felt the tip of his cock wedge against the apex of her pussy. He held her in the cradle of one arm, his breathing heavy, the edge of his shirt caught between his teeth. The other hand guided his shaft and once again, she found herself marveling at him. He was strange and beautiful with his thick white lashes and darker waterline, emphasized by the red he painted under his oh-so-red eyes. Every inch of him was sculpted, powerful, deadly, a thing often overlooked in light of the pale fur, coarser than expected, but not unpleasant.

And then there was the length that jutted against her, pearly pink and slick from the natural lubricant that accompanied his arousal. The throbbing head was pointed and tapered, longer than she could have ever guessed before he became thick and dark fuchsia. He pressed his thumb to the back of his head, grinding it against her clit and she felt her stomach clench and the spiraling tension of desperate need coil ever tighter. Oh, she was going to cum.

She scrambled to tell him, to warn him and he dropped the edge of his shirt to dart in and crush his mouth to hers again.

At the same time, he pushed the head of his cock down and into her and a familiar ache spread through her, quickly replaced by overwhelming pleasure. Her orgasm seized her hard, too sudden for her liking and she felt and heard him groan against her mouth. Sometimes, she was teased for being too sensitive but the praise poured on her for her responsiveness never allowed the teasing to take root.

They both cried out, mouths parting as her head rocked back and his dipped forward so his forehead pressed to her cheek as he sunk into her, past the contractions of her inner muscles.

Both big hands cupped her ass, dragging her hips away from the wall, cupping them to his own as he pushed and pressed until he was fully buried in her, his balls wedged against her ass. Too full. It'd taken her months to adjust, to accommodate him and even now, he felt like too much.

And somehow, she'd come to appreciate that.

The sensation of his cock stretching her and the strange softness of the head pressed into the very deepest parts of her. He locked his arms, stepping away from the wall so when he bucked his hips, she bounced against him. Short, deep, hard thrusts kept him buried in her, kept her mind empty except for the sounds of him, the scents of him. Sex and a hint of Leon's smokes, the honeyed oils he used in his fur to keep it smooth and neat.

He'd gathered the edge of his shirt back up, shoved it between his teeth again and his gaze was locked on where he was buried in her. With his legs braced wide and her trying to find a grip on him, something, anything, she took the deep knocks against her innermost core with throaty moans and garbled pleas. She wasn't even sure what she was begging for. Balance, maybe, she felt like she was freefalling, except for the iron grip he had on her hips and ass. Her stomach muscles tensed but she couldn't keep herself upright like this for long.

When she slowly unclenched and eased back, trusting him to keep her from falling, she heard the sharp, keened, garbled cuss ooze out of him and his grip tightened. She'd been likened to the sweetest little sextoy and she felt like it now, held only by her lower body, legs spread around him, impaled on his cock, so deep that she felt the thick fur of his happy trail sticking to her mons and the bounce of his balls against her ass as he fucked her.

What did he see up there, looking down at her? The bulge where his cock pressed into her? The way her breasts wobbled when he moved? The slick, sticky, endless wetness between them that only grew as he bucked his hips more fervently? This was why they'd insisted on her at least stretching with them, the way she was suspended in midair, weight bent back, her nails digging into his forearms as she reached under her ass.

What he saw was a strange creature, small and, to most eyes, frail. Pale with rosy cheeks and thick dark lashes that curled against her cheeks. Strawberry blonde hair bouncing where it fell free, the strain of her body in his hands, the utter and complete trust in his strength as her cunt began to squeeze him again. The shocking resiliency of her fell over him, driving him to fuck her harder. He knew she could take it. She was so much tougher than she looked. Her teeth peeked between her lips as her brows knit and her voice rose to breaking as she tried to say something only for it to become a scream.

She was cumming again and he dug his fingers into her, careful that his claws only pricked her a little as he plunged his hips into her again and again, feeling the swell that a hare shouldn't have, at the base of his cock. She could take it. She could take him.

Spliced genes made for a fat knot that he slipped into her before it grew too big. He still saw her eyes snap wide and then squeeze shut again as he grew in her, quickly. His balls tightened, drawing close as he came hard with his teeth grit and his fur puffed out.

She choked out his name as her muscles squeezed around him, milking his cock. She couldn't squeeze any tighter around his knot, but he felt the pulsing attempt to do so as his thighs shook and his abs clenched. The first thick ropes of cum were mind-boggling, sapping all will to think from him as he felt her strain against him.

"Take it," he had to hiss between his teeth as he held her against him.

His hips ground against her as he kept cumming, his teeth grit tight, grinding, until relief flooded through him and his muscles unbunched. His jaw dropped as he panted hard, his eyes closed. Sweet… Sweet relief.

Billie whimpered as his knot locked in her, filling her far too much. This part hurt. Not so much as to be intolerable, but it was why he rarely locked her. Now, he seemed to realize what he'd done as he braced his arm under her and used the other hand to draw her up, into his chest. Soft croons and grumbles rolled through him as he backed up, until his back hit a wall. The cold tile grounded him and as he slid down it, he grabbed his coat off the sink, dragging it with them.

When his ass hit the ground, he wrapped his coat around her, securing her carefully. His jacket was more than large enough to cover her from toe to head and he arranged the heavy cloth to do just that.

Still catching their breath, he cupped the back of her head to him and eased both arms around her, snugly.

"Are you okay?"

Billie took perhaps a few seconds too long to answer, as she mentally checked her limbs. She was a little chilled after everything, but his coat was trapping all their heat and quickly solving that problem. His knot caused a pinching sensation, too tight and when she voiced as much, he bent his legs out a little further and pulled her hips in against his. The pinching sensation was gone and now there was only an uncomfortable pressure as his cock occasionally twitched in her. They'd explained the function of the knot, how they were aware it shouldn't present in a hare, that it was abnormal, but then they'd been so spliced, diced, and heavily edited, it wasn't a surprise some of them had unusual features, here and there.

She took it in stride and she let her cheek rest against his chest as he hugged her tight.

"….I, uh…" He started and then paused and smothered in his heat and the weight of his arms and the press of his chest, Billie had to urge up the will to inquire.

"Hm?"

"…Hm. You're sure you're okay?"

Billie tipped her head enough to look up at him. He peered at her and his expression softened from the usual sternness, to something more tender. Once again, her heart fluttered as she tucked her arms under his.

"Mhm," she hummed simply, and he softened just a bit more, tipping his head over hers.

They held each other tight, locked together under the heat of his jacket. Billie buried a growing smile against his chest as he pressed one into her hair with a deep inhale of her.