#All Primes have pregnancy kink

[witchofthesouls]

I think it’s a general rule of thumb that Primes in general - no matter what continuity - are possessive and obsessive of their mates to the point of being if not out right yanderes, possibly due to the fact that Primes don’t exactly have a long life expectancy. I feel like there’s some sort of omen about Primes ‘in love,’ possibly along the lines of ‘when a Prime is in love, it’s bad news for everyone, Prime’s go mad when they’re ‘in love’.’

I read one fic that followed this idea about Bayverse Optimus being Yandere for Sam Witwicky and Ratchet (as he slowly watches the slow-motioned disaster) laments that Sentinel Prime was the same with his mate and weeps because he knows it’s gonna end badly and is scared.

Ohh, I got tf headcanons that mesh well with that line of thinking.

Primes aren't meant to stand alone. They need someone to act as a counter to them, like another Prime or a Lord Protector.

I like to think that Lord Protectors were the answer to help ground the new Primes as their numbers dwindled. They're usually mecha of Primal-descent, have the favor of one the Ancients, or have traits that are compatible with the quirks of their Prime. Lord Protectors are supposed to act as anchors to ensure their Prime doesn't wander too far away into the metaphysical or give into their wilder impulses as well as be a poignant reminder of their mortality and earthly roots.

Primes burn too brightly. Without any control, they flare into a supernova before dying too early, which contributed to the decline of their numbers...

That then led to a massive loss of knowledge and necessary skills that new Primes needed guidance to master their new frames and deep connection to their Creator.

So, a Prime being in love can be an omen, indeed. Especially for a lonesome Prime with no Lord Protector. That Prime would be immediately drawn to someone who's either a long distant Primal-descent or have the touch of the Ancients upon them as they're the greatest likelihood to bring forth a new Prime from their combined lineage.

[mychlapci]

ask the guy with the breeding kink how he feels about having children, suddenly he's deleting all his transformers pregnancy fetish posts off tumblr

[diejager]

OMG your kast post about Step-Dad Konig and Horangi was INSANE and i was wondering if you could do one with the reader getting Pregnant because of this and like Konig and Horangi decide that it's time for her to be taken into a new life with them far from everything and just breed her over and over till she's broken by Stockholm syndrome

(Yes i have issues no worries ^^)

Cw: DUB-CON/NON-CON, DARKFIC, STEPCEST, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, age gap, implied kidnapping, tell me if I missed any.

The time they spent fucking you, ploughing you open with heir cocks in every hole and stuffing you with so many loads of cum that you leaked for days. They made sure to plug you up after tampering with your method of birth control, taking away any safety measures you had put up against them and to protect yourself from their cruelty and control. You, however, hadn’t expected them to be so determined to sabotage your birth control and have you tied to your bed, fucked until all you could think about was the girth of their cocks and cry out their names, back arching and toes curling.

It started slow, like any regular day with either of them when your mom wasn’t home. In the morning, König had you, splayed over his desk, tits pushed against the cold surface with one thigh over the edge while he bent you in two, ramming into you with so much force that the whole table shook. He growled and groaned, hissing out promises that he intended to uphold on his part, staining the walls of your womb with his dirty and thick cum, leaking around the heaviness of his girth and sticking to his mahogany desk. It goes on like that for a few more rounds, usually three or four after a break, his refractory period wasn’t what it used to be in his earlier days —in the prime of his life.

Horangi would come by around noon, he’d find you seated on the couch, dozing away after König was done with you, slipping between your legs and spread you open with his tongue. He’s eat you out for hours if he had the time, tongue dipping into your hole and swirling around your twitching nub, drunk on your mewls and wails. He groaned into you when your nails dug into his scalp, pulling at his black locks, thighs closing around his head and walls clenching his fingers. After pushing you over the edge a few times, he drilled into you, pounding you into the couch, smearing tears and drool onto the softness, ass propped up to take his long cock into your sweet, slick and swollen cunt, filling you with cum. He chuckled and sneered at you for wasting his precious load when it oozed out of your overfilled cunt, dripping down your thighs and dropping heavily on the black couch. It would’ve stained if they weren’t careful about keeping their activities a secret from your mother.

In the afternoon, a few hours before your mom’s scheduled to come home, you’re pulled away from your work by your stepdad who called it a day, usually around 3pm. He trapped you in the kitchen, ravaging you on the counter, legs wrapped around his waist and his rough fingers wrapped around your neck, he rammed into you with such force that it punched the air out of your lung, leaving you gasping and incoherently moaning for him. He passed you to Horangi once he’s done, resting against the counter he just fucked you on to recover from his high. Horangi has you ride him, thighs burning from the strain and heat of grinding yourself against him and hips cramping from having to worked yourself up and down his hard cock, the leaky head of his shaft kissing your cervix while he devoured you, lips latched onto yours and drowning your cries with nipping teeth and an invading tongue.

It all lead to the day you found out you were with child, the tests in your hands a glaring evidence to their success and your mother’s reluctant acceptance —she was worried, scared and stuck in the blind to your situation and how it came to this. After the second month, there was a slight swell in your stomach, a soft bump with your growing child, Horangi pulled you to his car and drove to a clinic to have your child tested to see whether he or König was the father. Whatever the answer was, they had you move in next door, taking up the vacant side of Horangi’s bed. You protested about it, telling them how he had a guest room just across the hall, only to be shocked into silence when they showed you Horangi’s so-called guest room.

It was neither a guest room, nor an office, it was a nursery. The walls were painted in a neutral tone, a calming and comforting beige against white furniture, the soft, grey carpet and the few blue accents in the room. There were empty drawers and a box full of children’s toys shoved into a wall and it was left there until a baby grabbed at them, awaiting the chubby hands of their owner. It was already stocked full with the necessities of a baby, diapers, soft blankets, a security system of the whole room, a comfortable recliner and shelves full of small necessities to intertwine and care for a child.

Everything had been prepared in advance —premeditated. They’d planned it all from the start, their immediate obsession and need to touch you during the first week of him moving in then the intimate and feral interactions put upon you despite your reluctance. If you hadn’t been so dazed, mind blank of any thought, you would have heard them discuss your future. They wanted a little wife to breed and care for, the object of their obsession kept for their eyes alone in the kitchen and the bedroom. It scared you, your only solace was to hold the growing bump, wrapping your arms around yourself for protection from them and the house. You needed answers.

Your blood ran cold when you turned to look at your stepdad and his friend, their gleeful eyes, gleaming with excitement at the prospect of building a family —one to tie you down to them.

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[whorekneecentral]

Family's Growing

Kylian Mbappe x Fem!Reader

Warnings: kylian has baby fever, dirty thoughts, baby talk, breeding, oral (f!receiving), fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), breeding/pregnancy kink goes burrrr, daddy used in a sexual context, begging, creampies, finger fucking and sucking lol, cum play.

Word Count: 1,615

Author's Note: okay I'm finally back on track with these - yes I know Tuesday is over but please look past that lol.

merry smutmas series

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Kylian finds himself swooning over how good you are with his niece and nephew, the thought of having a family with you spins around his head. 

Christmas was a time for family and that seemed to be the only thing on your boyfriend's mind.

The two of you had gone over to his parents' place for Christmas dinner, all of his cousins were there as well as their kids. Kylian was not the favourite uncle for no reason, all of them knew they were getting good gifts in bountiful amounts too.

The tree in the living room that was once full with presents were now opened, the floor covered in wrapping paper. It was only two kids, his cousin's son and daughter, and Ethan if you counted him as well; and yet, it seemed like Kylian had bought the entirety of Paris for them.

Kylian watches as you lay on the floor with his niece and nephew, the three of you putting together a tower made of legos, whispering and giggling as you built the tower.

He smiles to himself as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him isn't sure what he did to be so lucky, to have a career as great as his and to have a girlfriend who's so loving and kind and supportive. You loved his family like your own, right now was a prime example.

Seeing you with kids always did something for him, you had a maternal nature about you, anyone who met you could see that.

The thought crossed his mind many times, how nice it would be to start a family with you. You two had spoken about it ages ago, when you began dating. You both decided that you'd revisit the idea when you were more stable in life and that you were now. Both you and Kylian were stable in careers, you two lived together, you had been together for a while and you had the means to raise a child.

He couldn't see where it would be a no.

As much as he wanted a kid with you, the idea of making a kid was much more appealing.

Clothes on the floor, hands all over each other, watching as you begged him to cu- "You okay?" Ethan asks his older brother, breaking his thought.

Kylian clears his throat. "Yeah," he nods, a smile on his face as you glance over your shoulder at him.

"They love her," Ethan nods towards you with the kids, "y/n's always been good with them."

"She was good with you too," Kylian teased his brother. You two had begun dating just before his World Cup win, the two of you barely 18 years old and Ethan was 12 - still a child in his brother's eyes and he always will be.

Ethan rolls his eyes at his brother's comment.

After some time, the kids started to get tired which was their parents' signal to head out. You and Kylian left not too shortly after that as well.

Your boyfriend finds you in the kitchen after he changes for bed, his arms wrapped around you from behind whilst your elbows propped on the counter as you waited for the kettle to boil.

"Something on your mind, baby?" You asked him, twirling the string attached to your tea bag.

"Just thinking."

"About?"

Kylian hums. "Kids."

His answer catches you off guard, you turn to face the man with a confused look on your face. "Kids?"

He shrugs, smiling. "Seeing you with the little ones today, I don't know - it got me thinking. It'd be nice to have our own, don't you think?" His hand rests on your hip, thumb disappearing under the hem of your shirt.

A glance at your boyfriend's hand, your eyebrows raised. "Do you really mean having kids or making kids?"

You can't help the laugh, kissing your boyfriend. The man wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. Kylian picks you up, holding you tightly as he kisses you and carries you over to the couch.

Kylian puts you down, sitting on the couch for a moment as he looks at you. You take that as your sign to undress.

The silk shorts sliding down your smooth legs, pooling by your ankles before you step out of them, you pull off the tank top and that leaves you in the blue set he loves. You reach behind to unhook your bra but Kylian stops you, “leave it on.” 

He pulls you by your waist back to him, his hand slipping down to rest on your ass before giving it a smack. You’re quiet, looking down at your boyfriend on the couch. 

He puts you to lay on the couch, he’s sat between your legs with one on either side of him. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him and Kylian drags his fingers up your thigh, moving to your clothed pussy. 

“I like this,” he tells you, fingers rubbing over the blue lace. 

You smile, “I know.” 

He pulls the panties to the side, his eyes fixed on your pussy. He gives you no warning, pushing his fingers into you. The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him. 

Kylian's fingers curl upwards, your back arching at the feeling. 

“Keeks, please.” your hand reaches down to wrap on his wrist but he swats your hand away, managing to pull both to rest on your stomach and his free hand over your hands, pinning them to your stomach. 

You try to wiggle your hands away from him, trying to grab on something. “Behave.” He tells you, adding another finger. 

Your face twists, pleasure all across it and our hands stop wiggling, he smiles, satisfied. 

Kylian can feel it; he knows you’re close, you’re squeezing on his fingers, your thighs trying to close, trying to squirm away from the pleasure. 

He can feel your eyes on him, he reaches for the blue lace you’re wrapped up in and tugs it down your legs, letting it fall to the floor with the rest of your clothes. He shifts to lay on his stomach between your legs, leaving a trail of kisses as he works his way up to your cunt. 

Your eyes meet his, he knows you’re looking. He wants you to look at him. 

Your hips buck when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his hair. 

Kylian knew you like the back of his hand, gripping your thighs to keep them in place as his tongue lapped your clit. Your hips buck, your way of saying you want more, he gives in. 

"Please," you whimpered.

"What, mon ange ? Tell me."

You look at the man between your legs. "Fuck me."

There was no hidden meaning behind it; no scolding, no need to hurry him up - you wanted him and that was it. 

“Gonna let me fill you up princess? Hm?” He asks, shifting to line himself up with your cunt. You nodded eagerly, your leg hitching on his hip.

At this point, you can’t do much except lay there and take it; not that you don’t want to because you do, you really do. 

The tip of his cock brushing over your clit before moving to push into you. Your back arches, hips jutting forward to meet his.

Hard and rough, not enough to hurt you but enough to tell you that he's in charge.

Kylian wanted to hear you.

His hand now on your chin. “C’mon amour, let me hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He says, the angle you were at puts him deeper than before.

The slightest movements and you can feel it in your stomach. It’s like he can hear your thoughts because his hand moves from your chin to your stomach. His big hand spread over your stomach, “you’d look so pretty with a baby in you, hm?”

Kylian lets you fall back onto the couch, both of his hands on your hips. “Maybe I should fuck one into you.”

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, he could listen to you say it over and over again. You were close enough that you could taste it.

“So good for me, you take it so well.” He whispers to you, kissing under your ear.

“Uh huh,” you breathe, leaning back against him, your legs felt like jello under you. Your head drops back onto the couch, begging him to let you cum.

He lets you drop back, back arched for him once again. He feels you cum around him, the wetness covering his cock. It’s not long after, followed by a few sloppy thrusts, that Kylian cums too.

The tip of his cock brushing between your folds, spreading his cum all over your pussy.

He pulls away, smiling at the whimper he gets from you. His fingers replacing his cock, covered in his cum when you roll over, he sticks his fingers in your mouth and he doesn’t have to tell you what to do.

“Good girl,” he hums, watching as your tongue laps over his fingers. Kylian pulls his fingers away, leaning down to kiss you. A mess of the two of you, not sure where one of you starts and the other ends.

You lay there for a while, Kylian on top of you, your leg tossed on his hip as his head rests on your sternum. Your fingers drag over his shoulders, the man humming quietly.

"We should do that again," he whispers.

You laughed, "keep it up and we'll end up with a baby by next Christmas."

Kylian nods, kissing you. "Let's try again then."

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[prettyboykatsuki]

vanilla-cherry sweetheart | h. sakura

✮ tags ; gender neutral + afab!reader, dom top!reader, sub bottom!sakura, explicit feminization (referring to sakuras ass as a pussy, dick as a clit. the pet name good girl etc.), light dollification (reader dresses him up), rimming, anal fingering, pegging, cumming untouched, lots of gender fuckery, BRIEF breeding kink / pregnancy reference directed at sakura, excessive dirty talk, mirror sex 18+

✮ wc ; 5.1k (im crazy im crazy im crazy)

✮ a/n ; there's no way im not ovulating. this is insane. sorry. also sorry if there are any egregious typos i can only read this once over before i feel like exploding

✮ synopsis ; you think sakura makes the prettiest girl.

The soft slip of silk and satin feel weird  against Haruka’s skin.  

You’ve put effort into this, more than he thought possible. Every detail of him has been preened and plucked. A soft scent rolls off of his freshly smooth skin,  cherry and vanilla. His hair is styled down against, bangs laid flat as opposed to push backwards, decorated with clips and accessories.  

He has a face full of makeup on which was a pain to apply and even more of a pain to not rub off. His lips are parted, polished with color and his eyes are lined with a soft brown. There’s some shadow underneath, some glittery dust but everything is generally subdued. He hasn’t seen what the hell he looks like and he thinks he’d prefer it that way.  

Like hell he’d wanna see what perverted things you’ve done to his face.  

His clothes feel the most unfamiliar to him. Boxers replaced with frilly boyshorts. Bra straps tugging against his shoulder. Expensive so the fabric doesn’t itch. The kind without cups, all loose and sliding against his nipples every time he shifts. He’s wearing clothes you’ve hand-picked. Dresses that girls usually wear. Skin-colored tights underneath a patterned slip dress with that he doesn’t have the full chest to fit into, accompanied by a sweater hanging off of his arms and shoulders.  

All of these details on Haruka’s musculature make no sense. It can’t look very good on him, he thinks. Haruka has a hard body. Sinewy muscles from manual labor and fighting, a square set of shoulders. He’s always been thin and languid but not…feminine. He has no idea how to posture himself. In what ways he should sit or stand, how to behave with these soft clothes and light scents on his skin. 

The delicacy of your hands as they paint more of a nude rouge onto his mouth, makes Haruka blush further. His stomach turns as he stares at you, searching for answers he doesn’t find in the calm express on your face. You cup his jaw, your other hand using a lip brush to slide it against his mouth as you finish up with last touches. Focused as you prep him to your standards, whatever the hell they are.  

Haruka won’t pretend to understand. He thinks most of the effort you’ve poured in priming him is wasted. He thinks that this whole affair has been stupid and he’s sure the minute he catches a glance at himself he’ll want to explode into a thousand little pieces. You’ve been so damn meticulous, Haruka can’t even bring himself to destroy your hard work. No stone left unturned, each and every element met with incredible focus and detail.  

More shamefully, the attention has felt good. It’s hard to pretend that it doesn’t when it’s the only thing that makes Haruka bend at your will. He’s never had a relationship before, but he’s not ditzy enough to think your sex life is particularly normal. Nothing about you really is. Maybe your unbridled affection for Haruka can be attributed to that. It was you who pursued Haruka, you who courted him and romanced him - cornered him even as he  ran away, with frustrating levels of discretion - until the option to fall for someone else had all but disappeared.  

And Haruka had tried to run away from you. Many times. Your persistence wore him down until eventually his mind would only fill with you and whatever you wanted to do to him. With him.  

(Haruka loves you to put it plainly. You’re clever and sardonic and interesting and he doesn’t totally get you but he loves you so madly it makes him crazy. Loves you for the ways you’re good and careful, and loves you for the ways you love him. You’re so good to Haruka, so good he can’t stand it. So good his head feels staticky trying to make sense of it 

That’s why he’ll do anything for you, no matter how horribly shameful.)  

It’s impossible, difficult, irrational  - the breadth and depth of Haruka’s feelings for you are completely and utterly distanced from his own understanding. Where Haruka is abrasive yet timid, you are soothing but straightforward. Sincere. You’ve been gently introducing him to the depths of your affection, putting yourself forward in expressing your desires and thoughts.  

You’ve always been this sort of person, you hope he won’t hate you etc.  

You always give Haruka a chance to run away from you.  

No expectations. A warm gaze from across a shared bed that turns Haruka pink, incoming dawn on his cheeks down to his shoulders and collarbones. He always has options, but he likes the option making you happiest. The words thank you sound like a hymn on your lips. 

He tells itself its for you, and it is mostly. Mostly. After all this time though, he’s  conditioned. His body is molded for your touch. The unwitting pleasure of submitting himself to you had shocked him the first time he really experienced it. How soothing you were, how easily you dragged him into abyss of pure pleasure. Pleasure and sex he couldn’t imagine existing.  

Your touch had conditioned his body to burn bright wherever it lingered.  

The shame is always there, pooling in his gut and lying in wait to swallow him. It overwhelms him whenever he’s alone.  

But you always pull him from it, out of it - cradle him in the palms of your skilled hands as you whisper sweet platitudes against his skin. Praise him, fuck him into something boneless and desperate. Being exposed to a type of want, the euphoria in humiliation, the reclamation of his shame. It turns Haruka’s doubts into noise slowly but surely. He falls so deep into that depth, becomes completely unrecognizable only because he’s so sure you’ll catch him.  

He hates it so much. 

(Read: He hates liking it. Hates liking the forbidden sexual things you’ve introduced him too that he can’t forget. Hates liking the fact you’ve imprinted so mercilessly on his body and mind. Haruka could never be with anyone else. Nothing would work.  

No one could make him feel like this. You’re the first and only in the world.)  

A few weeks ago, you had mentioned wanting to dress him up like this. Stared, long and hard before petting his hair and assessing he’d make a pretty girl. There’d been traces of it before then but...  

To have it brought up so deliberately made him hiss at you feral until you winded him back down. Asked if he would be fine with it, assured it’d be okay if not.  

He said no then, and you didn’t ask again.  

(He brought it up later and felt all melty seeing you beam.)  

He thought it’d be simple. He’s seen stuff like this before when he went to look up other things you wanted to try. He thought it’d just be panties or clothes, something basic and lacy. Still perverted but simple.  

But everything has been elaborately crafted to make him pretty. The soft drawls and whispered demands, the compliments, painting his nails and washing his hair and shaving him.  

These are ritual acts of beauty, made to accentuate feminine appeal he doesn’t see in himself but you so clearly do.  

After you’re finish up your last touches, you tell him to keep his eyes closed. You stand behind Haruka with a hand under his jaw once he turns in his seat, still blind to his new looks. Your voice is an appreciative murmur, so genuine and so raw it makes all the hair on his neck stand on end.  

“Open your eyes. You’re so pretty, Haru-chan,” Your thumb slides against his cheek lightly. “Look how pretty you are.”   

He doesn’t recognize himself. Adorned, dolled up. The sinew of his muscles and hard lines of his figures contrast against the shapely pulls of his dress. He’s smooth and smells nice, perfumed and stunning. The makeup on his face doesn’t overwhelm him. It’s him but he’s pretty. So pretty it freaks him the fuck out.  

Pretty like a girl. The hell.  

“What’s all this even for? Doesn’t make sense. I’m a guy and I’m not—,” He murmurs, trying not to shudder as he feels self conscious. You lean down, your chest pressed to his back as your arms circle around his neck. “You’re so weird.”  

You ignore his empty threats skillfully. “It’s for me to fuck you in,”  

He wants to be pissed at you but you look so pleased. Obvious satisfaction making your shoulders relax, eyes raking over him in the mirror again and again. He looks in the mirror and sees a version of himself so…cute it’s unfathomable it’s even him.  

He makes a noise of discontent, lip jutted in a pout. That’s met with an airy laugh. “Seems pointless.”  

You smile at him in the mirror and his skin shades a deeper pink, tucking his chin.  

“It’s fine if you think that,” You murmur. “Is it okay if I make you feel good now?”  

“Don’t say it in such an embarrassing way.” He grits. You laugh again as you bend down over him where he sits, kissing him once before the two of you stumble into shared bed.  

Haruka feels conscious of himself when he finally lays back into the sheets. His dress rides up near over his lmees and there’s nothing underneath to shield him from your hungry view. His tights are too sheer of any use. You amble on top of Haruka, sitting on him as he lays back.  

You admire him for a long while like that.  Palm settled on his waist, you trace his features with appreciation. “You’re a beautiful girl, aren’t you Haruka?”  

“I’m…” He deflects instinctively. A coy smile tugs at the corners of your lips as your fingers find the hem of Haruka’s dress. It’s a loose thing, a printed pattern decorated with a frilly hem meant for a more shapely frame. You toy with the material, rubbing it between your fingers. “Fuck off,”  

He can’t bring himself to say he’s not a girl. For some stupid reason. The words die on his lips when he stares up at you and sees you looking at him so reverently. So expectant without words. He squirms and looks away.  

“What word do you say when you want to stop, Haruka?”  

“Tomato. Or I can pinch you,” He repeats from memory. You smile lovingly.  

“Right. Is there anything you want to say to me?” Do you want me to stop? 

He looks away, frown deepening. Relieved when you take his silence as compliance as you often do so kindly.  

“Don’t worry about anything else,” You slide the spaghetti straps of his dress off his shoulder, pulling it down past his chest and revealing the soft patterned black lace underneath. His nipples peek through the material, the rosiness more noticeable through the paneling. It looks so lewd from the angle he sees it. “Just focus on being a good girl for me,”  

Haruka lets out a strangle protest before uttered soundless from your steely gaze, nodding  frustratedly as your hands slide up to his chest. You brush Haruka’s nipples lightly with the dull edge of your nail, his spine arching responsively to the pleasure. It’s a brief touch, a promise of what’s to come. You lean forward pressing your lips to his as you rub the hardened buds until they’re tender. His lipstick smears a little onto you, a dusty rose. Haruka moans into your mouth, entirely aware of the thing barrier between your touch and his chest. Your fingers are deft in rubbing his nipples as your tongue occupies Haruka’s. You lick against his lips and tongue, sucking on it lewdly. . 

Shameless in your pursuit of him, his ass throbs from prior prep and his cock stirs to all the sudden stimulation.  

The way arousal floods his brain scares him. He can’t fight it.  You’re so good with your hands. Good at everything, like knowing where and how and when exactly to touch him. His cock tents, strains against the suffocating nylon wrapped around his legs and waist. He shivers as he feels the leaky tip press against the silk and push desperately through the nylon - stretching it with it’s length. His whole body is throbbing urgently.  

You kiss down Haruka’s bare chest until your mouth finds one of his nipples. You suck them through the cups first before tugging them away slightly and giving Haruka what he wants which is the full heat of your mouth. You’ve made him so weird. Wired his body into feeling this unimaginable pleasure in places he hardly used to touch.  

His hips buck into anticipation, mouth open and panting as your incisors sink into the flesh of his pec.  

He cries out, shuddering as he grabs the nape of neck to anchor himself at the wet feeling. His blood is rushing south making him light-headed. He feels needy, sensitive. So much anticipation had built up while you spent time on him and all of it floods to his mind all at once. The attention you pay him and only him.  

The weight of your gaze clings to him.  

“Your clits getting all hard and sticky from having your nipples teased,” You point out.  Haruka groans reflexively at your tone of voice. “You’re a perverted girl, huh?”  

Haruka should protest your words. He wants too. The cognitive dissonance should cause him discomfort but he finds only euphoria in it’s wake. He can’t understand why. It’s all so weird, but you sound so sure of yourself. Falling deeper into those unfamiliar depths makes his anxiety curl up in his chest yet when he looks at you it all fades.  

He feels greedy. Feels so selfish when his mind chants for you to keep looking at him just like that. He falls deep into that familiar liminal space, warm and comfortable.  

Your eyes are softened and assured. Haruka makes a pathetic whine. It doesn’t feel like his voice. He protests the words right away. “I’m not,”  

“Not what, Haruka?”  

He blinks at you wetly, brows scrunched. He huffs. “I’m not a pervert, dammit.” 

It’s the right thing to say. He thought it’d be. You light up at the admission, sucking a mark into his neck as you grab his waist a little more and grope him all over. You can’t keep your hands off of him, your fingers searching for all of his skin as you kiss him again more feverishly. He wraps his arms around your neck, his sweater sleeves slipping awkwardly when he does, making you kiss him harder.  

“My Haruka. My Haru-chan,” You murmur against his lips in between kisses. Haruka opens his eyes to you looking utterly adoring. Lovesickness bleeds into your eyes, a drug to his system as you direct it his way. “So pretty and perfect.”  

“Shut up,” He goads, trying to get you to kiss him a little more. “You’re so annoying.”  

You kiss again, deeper and stronger before pulling back. “I’m gonna eat you out, Haru-chan.”   

The words make him gasp, shiver  - goosebumps covering every visible inch of your skin. “Gonna make use of your pretty pussy and split it open on my cock, make you cum from the inside like a good girl.”  

It melts him down to his core, spoken with such clarity - smooth leaving your lips and so genuine. Haruka has been fucked enough to know how it feels and to want it. He thinks of all times prior, and feels the plug inside of him more consciously at the mention. He squeezes his legs together from the arousal, like a girl he thinks and the whines somewhere deep in his chest. Preens for you.  

His consciousness feels like it’s fading with each step, each breath he heaves from his lungs labored.  

He forms his lips around words that never escape him. Before long you’re scooting yourself further back, down between his legs until you’re faced with his clothed erection.  

Arousal nips at him at the sight of your face near his cock underneath so many layers. You purposefully hold the skirt of his dress and rub all over - emphasizing the shape through it. Haruka flushes at the way his cock sticks up against them. Distorts that stupid floral pattern, stretches it. His ears grow hot at the lascivious image it paints. Your palm glides over his bulge once, twice, three times before sliding it up again.  

A wet patch stains his nude nylons visibly after all of the teasing, pre-cum dribbling between two thin layers that makes Haruka want to die. Your voice is gravelly, lacks it’s usual amusement. “You’re so wet, Haruka.”  

He shivers and huffs.  

His cock twitches and his ass is throbbing. Unspoken desire nips at him as your thumb presses against his slit through layers of fancy material. Praise falls from your lips crassly. He becomes more aware each second. His bra and panties, his dress and skirt, the feeling of make-up on his face and the sensation of clips keeping his bangs away from his eye. He looks like a girl and his dick is leaking, twitching, pitifully as you touch and caress him.  

His head rings heavy with the words wet.  

He wants you to touch him more. Nearly begs with his eyes for you get the memo. 

And you do. Of course you do, all wispy and pleased by his obvious desperation for your touch. “Haruka’s got such a needy little pussy, huh?”  

He hisses, swears, takes a sharp inhale of air as your fingers find the seam of his stockings and pull until they rip unceremoniously. You pull them until his cock and the insides of his thighs are open to air, and snagged nylon shrinks against his waist. His panties, black boyshort lace panties, make his milky skin look whiter and the tip of his cock redder. 

It’s so unbearably dirty to him. It’s so humiliating. Vanilla scented skin and the heady scent of his own cum, his painted, blunt nails digging into the palms of his hands  - bitten chest and misplaced bra,  all of it is so humiliating. Makes his dick even harder under everything as your fingers wrap delicately along his shaft with the fabric. “You have to cum from the inside first, Haruka,” 

You remind him and he aches, grits his teeth about it but you don’t budge.  

You don’t take Haruka’s panties off either. The panel of fabric barely covering his cock instead gets pushed aside. Haruka bends his legs up instinctively. Your thumb taps on the jewel end of a plug, one he’d mostly forgotten about until he’s forced to be reminded it of it. He swears loudly.  

You make an abrupt move suddenly, reaching over to bedside table and rifling along for things you’d both need. Lube, a harness, and something to fill Haruka with. You settle back between his legs when you’ve got them all before you carefully tug his plug away from him.  

The emptiness makes him whine  - hole pink and fluttery and open. Your thumbs pull him open until he gapes a little more, hands massaging his thigh. “Such a perfect pussy.” 

Haruka makes an aborted noise  - a pitchy whine cut off as you dip down further and further until your nose tucks against his perineum and your tongue slides over wet hole.  

He cries out at the sudden intrusion, muscles fluttering as you force your tongue as deep as it can go. It’s embarrassing, so shameful he could die and it feels incredible. 

“It’s fucking dirty,” He shouts, cries, prying himself away from you before it can feel even better. “Stop, it’s—“  

“Ish not dirty,” You mumble, words mumbled against his puckering hole. “I helpedth you clean, remember?,”  

You pull away and your face is wet with something, lube likely, but the visual mixed with everything else makes Haruka want to crawl into a hole. Your hands on his thighs are soft and your eyes gaze, turned on him is sparkling. “You’re a cute girl, Haruka. Saying things like it’s dirty. But this much is normal, okay? It’s only polite if I eat your pussy.”  

His stomach flips, heart racing at the ease of your words. A cute girl. Being praised in such a way… so genuinely. Enough to make him think it. Haruka likes being your boyfriend, your good boy but there’s something so much naughtier about all of this that makes him want to cry. His body is so chery red, down to his neck and shoulders.  

You’re going to fuck his pussy while he’s wearing these lacy, frilly, girly clothes and he wants it so bad he could die from the shame.  

“Do you want me to eat you out? Do you want me to make your pussy feel good?”  

The words come out like a sob, ripped out of his labored breaths. “Fuck, yes —“  

So you dive back again, pressing your tongue to Haruka’s hole with reckless abandon. It feels strange but it feels good when you tease and slurp. It’s sensitive and ticklish with each stroke, something about it feels dirty. All the hairs on the back of his neck stand - electricity shooting through his nerves and making him pulse hot all over. You’re doing it so passionately, eating him out like he really has a— 

He moans a little, shuddering, cock dribbling pr-espend. Tip ruddy and desperate, he want more. He grinds against your face searching for it, hips chasing for friction.  

He knows what he really wants even if it’s too shy to voice it. His body feels so empty, so uselessly empty. He casts his gaze on your harness, your cock—laying beside him and clenches without thinking. He wants it so bad he’s drooling, aching, hips pushing against air as he moans while you eat him out. Please, please,please.  

You make an appreciative noise into him as you pull away, his hole soaked from your saliva as you look up at him from between his legs. Noticing the state he’s in, faced reddened and chest heaving. He feels so ruined and so, so stupidly horny. He wants to cum any way he can, he thinks.  

He looks at your face, absolutely lovestruck, then shivers.  

That’s not true. He wants to cum from your cock, from being fucked. He wants to cum like a girl. 

“I want you to see yourself baby,” You say, all warm. Haruka pants. “Come here,”  

Haruka is dazed as you help him up to his feet and guide him back to your vanity. He can barely stand he’s so hard. His knees buckle further when he sees himself in the mirror. 

God. He looks ruined. His makeup smudged slightly at mouth despite himself, his bitten chest and skin and his clothes. His ripped tights. All of it is too overwhelming to process. He decides against thinking.  

You wrap your arm around his waist from behind. “My pretty girl.”  

Haruka covers his face instinctively, squirming. “Shut up.”  

“Mm,” You put a hand on the front of his thigh. “Put your knee on here and your hands on the vanity table, Haru-chan.” 

Haruka obliges only because he can barely keep himself upright other wise, propping one knee onto the vanitys bench. He’s close to himself in the mirror this way - the lights making him look at himself with more scrutiny than before. He has no idea what it is about this you like. Gold-silver eyes, short hair - everything about him, he doesn’t see what you admire.  

But you’ve put so much focus into accentuating each of his features. It’s skilled in the way Tsubaki is. Everything done with meaning.  

He looks at himself closely. The sweater around his arms, the shiny polish on his fingers, the jewelry. The ornery of it all messy and ruined. Mascara rings around his eyes and his lipstick is swiped messily. All of that effort to make him so beautiful only to fuck it all up. It’s fitting. To be made and completely ruined by you in the same breath.  

When you return to him, you’ve got your strap harnessed and lube in your hands. Pour  it onto his pussy and rub it in with rough touches, doing the same to your silicone cock before tossing the bottle back towards the bed. You finger Haruka open with a hand on his hips, squeezing appreciatively at his ass through tights before tearing them even more.  

He groans, gripping onto the sturdy vanity for his life as you work him back open soft enough to be fucked.  

“Haru-chan,” You murmur, leaning forward to press a kiss the small of his beck where his dress rides up. “I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy and make you watch,”  

Your crass words sent heat flaring through up his spine. His nerves fray at the end. He pushes his hips back on instinct as you slip a third finger in, curling against his prostate. Nearly slipping, Haruka lets the sensation bleed through him, tip weeping as his pussy aches for the perfect stretch.  

“Deep breath, Haruka.”  

He takes in a sharp inhale as the head of your cock swells inside of him. Pushes past the puffy, pink rim of his hole and stretches around the sticky, veined shaft. His mind goes numb, body limp. Your hand pushes down on the curve of his back until he’s arching properly, feeling it deeper. His body and mind disconnect, acting on instinct as his teeth grind making up for the emptiness. The tables edge digs into his palms hard and Haruka shakes. His mouth drop opens, drooling from the corners of his lip.  

“Deeper,” He groans, can’t think, can’t think of anything but the delicious and obvious intrusion of your cock inside of him. “Harder, fuck.”  

“I wanted to be gentle,” You tsk then thrust. Slam yourself into the welcoming tightness of Haruka’s pussy without second thought, knocking all the air from his lungs. “It’s good to be gentle with girls. Haruka likes it rough though, right? You like your cunt mistreated even though you’ve got such a cute face.” 

Your hips grind against the back of Haruka’s ass as you bottom out and his cock twitches. His vision goes white, body taut before trembling violently. You pause. “Did you cum, Haruka? Did you cum from having your pussy filled?”  

He’s shaking. He can’t stand up properly. He’s so full. His stomach is so full, he’s so happy to be so full. It feels so good everything in his vision is white, smatterings of starlight behind his lids when they flutter closed. His pussy feels so good. He feels good for you. He’s so contented nothing else makes sense.  

“Haruka,” Your voice is wrecked. Like you were the one being devastated, not him. “Oh, my perfect girl. Cumming from my cock, so good. You’re a good girl, you’re such a good fucking girl. Such a tight pussy.”  

You fuck Haru with reverence. Pure delirium. His eyes widen frantically when you pull out and blow wider when you slam back in - forcing him to hold onto the vanity for dear life. You angle yourself and fuck Haruka hard and hot without so much as another word of warning. Praising him endlessly as you look at him in the mirror.  

“Fuck, look.” Your hands go around to his chin, cupping his jaw upwards with free hand until he sees himself in the mirror in sheer bliss. He sees you in the reflection, too, besotted. Flushed all over, eyes glazed over in complete hunger. Haruka looks embarrassing, looks euphoric and messy and so filthy he can’t believe its him he’s looking at. “Look how fucking pretty you are.”  

You pull Haruka up back his arms until his back is against your chest when you fuck him, sinking your cock so deep he feels it in his throat. He cums again, dry, from the inside just like you want. The wet slam of your hips is making it hard to think.  

“So beautiful. Gorgeous, aren’t you? So stunning even without all this. My beautiful Haruka’s and his pretty, perfect cunt. You’re made for me to fuck you like this. Made for me to fuck you like a girl,”  You babble, voice hoarse as you fuck into him hard and precises over and over and over. “Made for my dick. Should fuck you pregnant, keep you all filled until you carry my kid , turn you into my housewife.”  

It’s nonsense. Useless, horny filth. And it makes his head spin, makes his body ache so hot when you say it. Hearing you praise his cunt so affectionately, being made to take your cock. All of it makes his blood rush and turns him stupid. Impossible but his body aches at the possibility as it gets filled. Haruka can’t keep his head on straight, can’t find his tact or pull away from you fucking him so ruthlessly.  

He moans your name with his voice shattered, hands at his sides as you pound away. Dick slapping against the soft plane of his stomach each time, dribbling cum onto satiny floral and dying it white.  

His body goes taut. He can feel it. He’s going to cum again, going to cum harder.  

His voice is shot as he begs.  

“Touch me,” He whines. “Touch me,”  

“Touch where, baby? Say it.”  

He nearly buckles. “Touch my c-clit. Make me cum, fuck.”  

“Good girl,” You praise, so sweetly. “Such a good girl for me,”  

Your wet hands wrap around Haruka’s shaft and everything he was keeping pent up inside him explodes all at once. You barely stroke twice before his cock starts to twitch so hard it hurts, an orgasm hurdling towards him full speed before he nearly gets knocked down. His spine arches against you as he finally, finally gets the relief he wants and he cums.  

Haruka cums hard. Thick, heavy, wet ropes of white semen splash onto your vanity and mirror, into your fingers as you fuck him through his orgasm, jerking him off hard until he’s howling from overstimulation. He’s overwhelmed when you bottom out, sticky hand holding his hips as you grind.  

“I’m close,” You pant. “Hold still.”  

Haruka feels as you grind yourself against the leather harness of the strap with your forehead pressing his back and feels aroused all over again. His brain is so clouded with lust he can’t stop the words from escaping his lips as he looks at your face in the mirror trying to cum.  

“Cum in me,” He begs helpless. “Want you to cum in me,”  

And you push yourself into him further, deeper, hips rutting until you drop down in a shudder and scream. “Fuck. Shit! Cumming in you, fuck,”  

You cum and still drunk from the endorphins Haruka thinks its a waste you didn’t cum inside  - too deep in his head space to think about the whine from his lips.  

You breathe slow and kiss his shoulders and all over his neck. “Love you, Haruka.”  

He shudders. “…Love you too,”  

[houserautha]

These Destined Ends

Part Seventeen

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, depictions of violence, breeding/pregnancy kink, oral sex f receiving, some good ole p in v

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: I’m baaack (for now). My plan for this part was for Feyd and reader to fight/argue more but I love them too much and I just couldn’t do it

It takes a tremendous effort not to look at Feyd. You can only imagine the expression on his face, the depth of hurt in his dark eyes. Even the image in your head is enough to plant a seed of despair, spiraling through you like crushing vines.

“What baby?” Feyd asks again. His voice has taken on a steely undertone, perceptible only to you. You’ve heard a plethora of emotions running like currents in his voice, disguised by years of training and practice, but this one guts you the most. There’s a single layer of vulnerability.

Of questioning hurt.

You inhale and force yourself to say, “Our baby.”

There’s no way to know how he will react. You’ve seen every side of him — the lover, the monster, the soldier — and you’ve examined each with a careful eye, peering into the mouth of his being and inspecting its teeth. But no amount of familiarity can prepare you for his calloused hand encircling your wrist and tugging you to face him.

“Say it again.”

Tears burn your eyes. “Our baby.” And suddenly it comes tumbling out, all of it. “I’m pregnant. I haven’t known long. I-I was going to tell you after you healed because I knew you would fret over me. You have to understand.”

Your explanation hastens as he stares back at you blankly. You would’ve preferred him to lash out at you, hit you, call you any number of insufferable names. But this…

“You didn’t tell me,” he says. He’s mastered his voice enough that it feels like the prick of a blade under your ribs, waiting to push in.

“You couldn’t afford to think about me,” you tell him, “you needed to focus on your health.”

There’s a flicker there, in his expression. “It is not solely your decision to make. The child is both of ours. You should’ve told me.”

“Feyd —”

“Enough.” Feyd releases his grip. “I’ve heard enough.

“Feyd, please —”

His jaw feathers with suppressed emotion. Feyd whirls on the heel of his boot and storms off, leaving a wake of silence. You watch his retreating form, sorrow clenching in your chest like a fist. Only once he’s disappeared around the corner and you’re sure he won’t return, do you lash around to confront Chani.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” A lazy smile unfurls on her face. “I assumed you told him already.”

“Fuck you.”

“Again?” Chani asks.

No one dares stop you as you dress for battle in your stillsuit. Chani better pray to her gods that you don’t find her alone in the battle field, you can’t promise not to take out your anger. The public argument between you two simmers as the group gathers, reviewing the attack. A familiar movement in the corner of your eye distracts you, and surprise grips you in response.

“What are you doing?” You breathe out, ashamed to admit how relieved you felt, however fleeting.

“Did you think I’d let you go out alone?”

Feyd avoids your gaze, keeps his own focused on Stilgar as the bearded man explains his plan. Your husband is so heartbreakingly beautiful. You commit his profile to memory, the essence of him — wrath and death, the god of war, but also the softer side of him that only you’ve seen. Before, on Giedi Prime, you didn’t know the pain of losing him, of seeing him bleeding out in the sands of Arrakis.

The memory flashes in your mind. The level of desperation in your voice is frankly pathetic, but you wouldn’t allow it for anyone else. “You have to forgive me, Feyd. I thought —”

“Save it.” His gaze slides, finally, to you. You might imagine the softness that forms there when he looks at you. “We’ll talk later.”

Your legs are cramping. You’ve laid on this fucking sand dune for what seems like a small eternity now, covered in a mesh blanket to disguise yourself. Feyd rests next to you. The Fremen are buried in the sand for ambush. You don’t know why you would want to help the Harkonnen, but they were insistent upon you being removed from the initial attack.

Your decision to move your leg is forgotten at the droll sound of a ship in the distance, a dark shape in the sky that grows exponentially larger. Feyd stiffens next to you.

“Rabban might be on that ship,” you say as loud as you dare.

Feyd’s mouth forms a firm line. “I hope he is.”

It strikes you that you’re quite grateful to be on the side of the Fremen as they launch their ambush, bodies upon bodies emerging from the sands like desert wraiths and immediately killing every foot soldier. You and Feyd launch from your hiding spot once the ship opens fire — Feyd to join the fighting on the ground, you aiming the blasgun given to you. You follow him with your eyes as he moves through the bloodshed like it’s a well-choreographed dance, both graceful and gruesome, his blades glinting.

Shot after shot you take out as many Harkonnens as you can, trying not to think about how you might know them. You focus, instead, on the fact that they would do anything to erase the life growing inside your womb, the promise of unity.

The Messiah.

From your vantage point the ambush looks to be waning when a figure disembarks from the ship. The last time you saw him, you’d tried to kill him.

The feeling hadn’t gone away.

Feyd kicks in the knee of a fellow Harkonnen, who drops to the ground. In a fluid movement he removes the helmet and slits their throat, then regards his brother. There’s no doubting that Rabban recognizes his brother, even in a stillsuit, recognizes the man he trained and fought with.

Every instinct in you is yelling at you to tumble down the dune to join the fight, but the rumble of a sandworm hums beneath your feet and you know that you don’t have time. Already the Fremen are retreating. Almost all of the Harkonnen soldiers have been cut down except for the spare few who stayed behind with Rabban. The ship whirs to life. You can’t tell if the brothers exchange any words before the ship lifts back into the air and Feyd is clamoring back to you, his face paler than normal beneath his protective helmet.

You know not to question him about it until later but when you return to the sietch, the ambush team rejoices in their triumph. You’re jostled back and forth and away from Feyd. “The Messiah paved our way to victory!” Stilgar exclaimes, dirt and blood smearing his face.

A roar of approval echoes him and you smile weakly at the Fremen patting you on the back and reaching out to touch your abdomen. An actual growl over your shoulder wards them off, though, Feyd appearing in your peripheral.

“Y/N!” Jessica emerges from the festivities, expression concerned. “Are you alright?” Her attention drops to your stomach.

Irritation has you grinding your molars together as you bite out, “I’m fine.”

“Where were you?” Feyd levels this question to your mother.

Jessica says, “I was doing my duty. Here.”

“You say you have the interest of the Fremen at heart but you make yourself conveniently scarce whenever the opportunity arises to prove it.”

You suppress a smirk. While healing, he missed most of your mother’s Bene Gesserit propaganda. It pleases you that he sees through her bullshit right off the bat. Even if he doesn’t completely understand it, or your participation in it, Feyd knows that Jessica is not as genuine as she says.

“Do you doubt me?” She asks him.

Feyd’s silence is response enough. A flicker of irritation crosses Jessica’s face.

“You need to speak to them,” she says to you, “tell them that you foresaw this victory. That with our help, with the support of the Messiah, they will succeed in this war. That today is just a taste.”

Feyd cuts his gaze to you. Well, he knows your participation now.

“No,” you tell her.

Jessica has the good sense to look taken aback. “No?”

“I am tired. And I wish to reunite with my husband. You speak to them.” You grab Feyd’s hand despite knowing that the contact is unwanted, dragging him away from the crowd and your mother’s palpable anger. For your sake he clings to you until you’re out of sight, then wrenches his hand away.

“I have not forgotten what you done,” he snarls.

You double check to ensure that no one is around to overhear what undoubtedly will become an argument. “I know.”

Soft to his unyielding fury.

“Tell me everything.”

Unable to look at him, you find a spot on the wall past him, regret burrowing into your heart. “I-I’ve known for roughly three months now. I didn’t know if he would survive the crash.”

“He?” A single word.

“Yes.” For the first time in his presence, you let your fingers drift to your abdomen. Feyd’s hands twitch but otherwise he’s motionless. “It’s…a boy. He’s strong. I can feel it.”

Feyd wavers slightly, the news leeching from the reservoir of his anger. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I told you, I knew you would never give yourself the time to heal if you knew.”

“It’s my duty to protect you. My privilege. And all this time, not knowing—” Feyd cuts off abruptly, a spasm of pain crossing his expression. “I thought we told each other everything. No more games.”

Your heart pangs. “I wasn’t playing a game, Feyd. I wanted to protect you. I had to watch you nearly die in front of me. I can’t lose you.” You blame the pregnancy hormones for the tears that spring to your eyes, the emotions thick in your throat. “Please don’t hate me.”

“Nothing you do can make me hate you,” Feyd murmurs after a heartbeat. He steps closer, his thumb swiping over your cheeks, your tears. He seems to be wrestling for what to say next and finally whispers, “You’re pregnant.”

“I am,” you say, laughing, nearly delirious.

A moment passes in which he stares at you in disbelief, before he loops his arms around your waist and picks you up off your feet. A smile graces your face, buried in his neck, as he whirls you in a circle and sets you back down with a rarely-heard laugh — clear and deep.

“A son,” he breathes. Realization encroaches his delight. “What does this mean? For us? For…him?”

Sorrow eclipses your own happiness, however brief. You keep it close to your heart, a memory for later, when it will be scarce. “The Fremen have been condition by the Bene Gesserit to believe our child is their Messiah.”

“Isn’t he?”

“Yes.” You cringe. “And no.”

“Explain.”

“As you know, we’ve been bred for generations to produce the Kwisatz Haderach. But according to the Fremen, to what the Bene Gesserits said, the mother must also be Bene Gesserit. And I am…not.”

“But they believe you are.”

Guilt punctures you like a blade to your lung, slipping between your ribs and expelling all of your breath. “Yes, they do. It’s all by my mother’s design. She wants the control.”

Feyd’s brow furrows. “Against my family?”

“The person in control of Arrakis is in control of the whole universe,” you say, “she wants to orchestrate everything from behind the scenes.”

To say it out loud devastates you, how you and Feyd have been only pawns in a scheme much larger than the both of you. And now your child.

Power drove your family apart.

“What do we do?” Feyd asks.

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly.

Feyd’s attention drifts to where the sietch is still celebrating their victory. “These people have been oppressed for too long. We can’t allow it to continue.”

“We need their allegiance, though,” you tell him. “We won’t win this war without them.”

“Wouldn’t we just be falling right into the Bene Gesserits hands? Lending ourselves and our son to them? Enslaving them?”

“I want justice for them as much as you.”

The slightest of exhales from Feyd. “What’s your plan?” When you look away without a reply, he reaches out to take your hand. “We’ll figure it out. But we don’t have much time.”

“Y/N.”

You turn to face your mother, wreathed in yellow fabric. The intensity of her blue-on-blue eyes is frightening. You haven’t dared to look into any reflective surface to see if yours possesses the same hue but, judging by the tint in Feyd’s, you probably look the same.

A visible sign of the way your life has transitioned.

“We aren’t done,” you say to her flatly.

“It can wait.”

Feyd bristles. “She said we weren’t done.”

Jessica lazily assess your husband. It incites a flare of anger in you; no one has ever looked at Feyd-Rautha before with such indifference. He simply did not command it. Out of the corner of your eye you peek at him. Shutters have drawn down on his face, making him entirely unreadable. The slightest of muscles jumping under his eye tells you of the turmoil beneath the surface of his composure.

“You think you own her?” Jessica asks. “Just because you’re wed? Need I remind you that it was by my design.”

Feyd snarls, “No one owns her.”

“You belong to centuries of Bene Gesserit design,” your mother reminds you, “this is your destiny.”

“It’s the destiny that you’ve manipulated,” you snap back. “What will they do when they find out that I’m not a witch? That everything is a lie?”

“It’s not my fault that you failed to live up to your potential,” Jessica shot back.

It hits you like a slap to the face.

“I suggest that you take your leave,” Feyd says into the stunned silence. He steps forward, half shielding you with his body.

Jessica’s upper lip curls. “The failed heir to the Baroncy. A weapon, but nothing more. Except perhaps a sire. Congratulations.”

“Enticing us into an argument isn’t going to make us give in to your demands,” you say. “I refuse to take part in your indoctrination anymore.”

“Fine. Tell them it’s a lie. They’ll kill you before you can say another word.”

Feyd curses under his breath. You both know that she’s right, that the link of your son is the only thing keeping you alive. It’s a tremulous relationship between you and the Fremen, one that not even the victory today could completely reconcile. You hate that Jessica still has such a firm hold over you. Over Feyd. Your son.

At your sides, your hands tremble with suppressed rage. “This isn’t over.”

“Isn’t it?” Jessica’s lips curl into a smile.

You lay side by side later that night, mulling over the events that had unfolded. The darkness obscures your husband but his presence beside you is solid, unyielding. Safe.

“He saw me today. Rabban.”

“Do you think they’ll come for you?” You ask.

His silence stretches on for quite some time before he answers. “Perhaps. I’m not sure whether I want them to or not. Probably not.”

“Why wouldn’t they? Surely they thought that you — we — died in the crash.”

“That’s just it,” Feyd says, “Rabban undoubtedly reported our deaths and, by admitting he’s wrong, will suffer for it. I suspect that he’s fuming right now actually.”

“Hopefully long enough for us to figure out our next step,” you murmur in reply.

The cot that you both have squeezed onto rustles as Feyd turns on his side. You can just barely make out his face, the shape of his shoulder. His hand moves to your abdomen, where it hovers before finally landing. His palm is warm on your skin, alighting a fire inside of you. No matter how many times you touch your entire being reacts to him, surging up to meet him. And there, as weak as a fluttering pulse, your baby, too small for Feyd to notice rejoicing in his closeness.

“Our next step is just to take them one at a time.” His eyes glisten in the darkness. “I do not want to miss out on these moments because I am worried about a future that is not promised.”

Feyd dips down, presses a kiss to your navel. You can’t help but sigh in response, hips rising, eager to feel his lips elsewhere. He chuckles, deep and rumbling, fingers dancing over the waistband of your pants. “We have conceived a child. Some would argue that our obligation to one another is finished.”

“And what would you argue?”

He pretends to pause, to consider this. “I would tell them that I must be cold in the ground to miss an opportunity to fuck my wife.”

A laugh escapes you as he masterfully removes the barrier of cloth between you, relying on touch to guide him down your body. Hips still wriggling, Feyd quells your impatience with his tongue. He slides through your folds like he’s savoring the experience, like he might never taste you again, tracing over your entrance but denying you the admittance. You buck up in frustration.

“Patience, jewel,” he murmurs against you, “I want to relish touching my pregnant wife for the first time.”

Your cunt clenches at this. You’re forced to squeeze your eyes, as the sight of him between your legs is almost too much to bear. Your whole life you have been chasing home and now, here, you have found it in him, in his ruinous touch. You were his, marked before by the band on your finger and now the child in your womb, not a sign of ownership but belonging.

“Such a good, perfect wife,” he says as he pleases you, a mixture of his fingers and his mouth. “Taking my seed so well and giving me a son. I cannot wait to see you grow with him in your belly, my child. Our child.”

He withdraws long enough to stroke himself, clearly aroused at the thought. Your thighs press together, slicked by his mouth and your own arousal, but Feyd pushes them apart with one hand while pumping himself with the other. In a single, fluid movement, he then pushes his cock into you with decisive force. You bite down on your lip to keep from crying out as he fills you completely, stretching your walls.

Feyd draws back and thrusts into you, over and over, building in ferocity. You bury your fingers into the cot to anchor yourself. Stars burst across your vision.

He speaks through each panted breath as if he might perish if he does not say the words. “I have given my heart to you, my soul, and in return you have given yourself to me. To my son.” There’s a hitch in his voice. Feyd presses his body to yours as he drives into you, holding you close. “You have given me the ultimate gift.”

Tears splatter on your chest. You realize with a lurching heart that he is crying, overcome with his emotions. You hold on to him just as tightly — there are no words fitting for this confession. Instead you pour yourself into him, into the push and pull of your bodies. And when you come together, crashing into your release, there is no distinction between you or him; you are only one. One breathing, pulsing being, utterly entwined.

Afterwards, when you have kissed the tears off his cheeks and he’s thoroughly cleaned you, Feyd curls up beside your abdomen. Adrift in your post-orgasm bliss, you’ve nearly succumbed to sleep when he says:

“I see him.”

Drowsy, you ask, “Who?”

“Our son.” This piques your interest, leading you to squint into the dark at him. Feyd, sensing your confusion, elaborates, “I see him in my dreams. Nightmares. I didn’t understand at first but now I know that it’s him.”

“Really?” Your voice is soft.

Feyd nods. His finger trails up the curve of your belly, not quite shaped by your pregnancy. “He looks like you and I’m so…I’m so proud of him.” There’s an edge of sadness in his voice now. “Even though, in my nightmares, he —”

You wait for him to continue but he does not. Feyd shudders against you, wrought with whatever pain the poison-induced dreams leave.

Feyd finally whispers, “Do you think we can change our fate? What’s been laid out for us?”

“I like to think so,” you say with honesty. Every instinct in you is raging at whatever has unraveled your husband so, but you know that the matter must be delicate. You don’t want to press.

“But what if we can’t?”

You ghost your fingers over his head, desperate to comfort him. The words unnerve you but you don’t dare let him know that you’re frightened by the same thing.

“I will love you until the very end of it,” you breathe, “that is all I can say for sure.”

Feyd replies, full of fear and regret, “I know.”

Taglist:

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[austinbutlerslovers]

Update Feyd Fantasy Finale ⚔️

The finale will be split into THREE parts. 2 will be released ASAP 🙏🏻 and the 3rd TBA (all in final stages of being edited) I wrote so much you guys said let it flow. I’ve literally been typing since then… just awaiting my beautiful proof reader/editor ✍🏼proof reader @faegoddessog 🫦smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia 📖 plot consultant @magicovento

Here you are some sneak peeks ☺️ ♥️ (I split up the smut requests)

‼️Spoilers ahead if you have not read 1-4 ‼️

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4

Thank you for your patience 👌🏼☺️

Part 5 Endless Empire NEW!

Feyd Rautha becomes the Baron of Giedi prime and inherits all the responsibilities it entails.

The former Baron Vladimir on his deathbed was enraged at how well you corrupted Feyd. Implanting him with the idea to kill his own uncle in order to ascend as Baron ahead of his time, (keeping you together) . His nephews love and obsession for you disgusts him. But he still wants his favorite prodigy to succeed… just without your interference.

He lays a treacherous plot to separate you from Feyd forever.

Smut requests •Feyd initiating sex while you are distracted• Feyd denying you an orgasm •Feyd restraining himself to be gentle•Feyd addicted to you• Feyd makes love to you

Part 6 Brazen Baron

Feyd Rautha has a massive coronation. Excitement fills the air as his people look forward to a better future for the planet improving beyond his uncles reign.

Feyd begins blurring all the lines of his Harkonnen heritage for you. Everything he has been raised to value crumbles when he’s in your presence. You give him everything he never knew he desired and his infatuation for you becomes even deeper. His Lord in waiting takes notice and fears for his sanity and rational thought.

Will his undying love for you make him a great ruler or a passive counterfeit?

Smut Requets: Sex against a window•sex in the throne room• Dom Feyd •Sub Feyd •Feyd wearing a collar •Feyd being handcuffed for sex•Feyd being whipped(with a crop!)•semi public sex• Feyd BJ•size kink• Feyd willing to give up his kingdom for you• Feyd gives up his kink (what?!

Part 7 Honor & Heir COMPLETE

During your final month of pregnancy you and Feyd are summoned to the Emperors palace on the planet Kaitain by decree. Feyd is upset at any inconveniences to you with his unborn during this fragile time.

You reunite with your Reverend mother in the palatial gardens and a fated decision must be made. The stress of the decision is so great you go into labor. For Feyd his world stops. He drops all of his responsibilities with the Emperor to be by your side.

Requests: Feyd gentle with you•Feyd adoring you•Feyd forgoes his pleasure for your own • face riding• Bene Gesserits kidnapping plot•gender reveal•Feyd as a father

More Input from you guys: ✅Make it longer ✅More talking ✅Feyd loses his kink(Im crying) ✅Happy ending please

⬇️Thank you for the feedback! ♥️😍⬇️

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[tinydefector]

TINY-DEFECTOR WORK MASTERLIST

RULES BELOW ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

REQUEST & ASK OPEN

Please feed me request they are keeping me sane.

information

1. I WRITE M/M GENDER NEUTRAL READERS OR CANON CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE TRANS MALE.

I am not a Fem writer

2. have the right to not do request if I don't want to.

3. I get a large number of requests, and sometimes they get lost in my inbox.

4. Every three months I will do an inbox clear out. And will save what I'm working on into my drafts.

5. I write as a hobby to keep myself busy.

it's been a long while since i've written on tumblr. I lost my last account, but I'm hoping to get back into writing fics or oneshots again. Mainly going to be Writing Transformers.

What I write for:

Transformers - Bumblebee

Transformers- ROTB

Transformers Prime

Transformers Gen 1

Transformers Mtmte, IDW

Transformers Skybound

Transformers Earthspark

Transformers One

Character list and links below ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Requests & ask Rules:

I don't tend to close my request unless I get over 30+ of them.

- 1 character per request if you want a longish one shot fic.

- you can make requests for multiples with scenarios but but I tend to keep them short with a few headcannons added in.

- Specify if you want a continuation of a previous fic.

- I will do both human and Cybertronian and occasionally Experimental monster readers.

-if requesting Cybertronian for smut, they have both a valve and spike as I write all Cybertronians with both parts, all cybertronian characters I write have both parts. (I will accept request with the fem bots, I just don't write Fem readers)

- your more than welcome to ask for NSFW, SFW, Angst, fluff and all sorts. I'm pretty chill. All Smut and NSFW content is marked with #valveplug

I write: gender neutral, or Male characters, (I'm not good nor do I like writing fem character, I'm a guy, if I do get fem readers I'm going to write them as gender neutral)

I will do:

- Scenarios

- Yandere and possessive.

- family content

-disabilities (human only)

- Fluff/Angst

- fearplay, mouthplay

-Vore: soft vore/ light vore (may experiment, but very light)

- NSFW, kink:

and Dub-con/ consensual Non-con

size kink 

skin fetish 

hair pulling 

Scent/ smell/ pheromones

Sex pollen/perfume.

silk and ribbon play

cum inflation 

breeding

pet play

Predator/prey

(On occasions will write Alpha/Omega/Beta, I write it rather differently to the classic AOB. But I will only write it on very rare occasions)

vore

fluid play and consumption (paint, energon, oil, cum, spit, lubricant,)

spiking warming

Heart and spark syncing 

new spike and Valve modifications to test on their human lover

(Just ask pretty much)

-Pregnancy

- death request are alright just keep it civil I won't go into details on the deaths.

- The AUs:

First Contact PotatooftheLand

Tasty AU of @callsign-relic

Energy fluid AU - (my silly energy drink transfluid ones)

Human effects series - (either characters for the main storyline or smut request spin off's just be specified)

Sparkeater AU

Human pet

Merformers

Wings of Primus AU

Domestic Cybertron AU

I will NOT do:

-Incest

-Pedophilia

- Self harm

-Minors (exceptions if they are children of the Bots and reader but only exception)

- Don't get angry if I'm not willing to write fem characters, I'm a guy, and I tend to stick with trans content, M/M, or gender neutral, but I'm leanent but respect my boundaries.

Slightly iffy:

- death of parents (I recently lost my mother in an accident so please be aware I that things one's sometimes I won't do due to my own feelings on these fics, while other time I may because it gives me comfort)

I enjoy making silly little one shots or even just sweet little things. I will eventually do up a master list for links once I make more stuff. (Pretty much anything you can think of up that alley I'm more than happy to do)

If you want a request of one who's not on the list, please submit it. These are just all the ones I can remember off the top of my head, people enjoy.

Ps I love writing silly little things too outside of the fics and even enjoy making art to go along with them when I feel up to drawing.

So nothing is too silly ask away over all the strange little things you want to know.

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Tiny art dump

Art dump 2

My little spot for art

Food feed to me

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Works series

Marine Centre- Merformers Au

Human effects list

Transfluid headcannon

human and Cybertronian biology works

Rut cycle Masterlist

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Character list and links:

Beachcomber

Blaster

Brainstorm

Breakdown

Bumblebee

Bulkhead

Cyclonus

Drift

First aid

Ironhide

Jazz

Knockout

Megatron

Mirage

Optimus Prime

Perceptor

Pharma

Prowl

Ratchet

Rodimus

Rung

Starscream

Skyfire

Skywarp

Skids

Swerve

Soundwave

Shockwave

Swindle

Tailgate

Tarn

Tarantulas

Thundercracker

Ultra Magnus

Whirl

[vampyan]

☾  ꕀ  𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 & 𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be deleted on sight cus idc.

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓲 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻

❧ 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓾𝓼

ellie williams ˖  abby anderson

❧ 𝓴𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓷𝓸 𝔂𝓪𝓲𝓫𝓪

kyojuro rengoku ˖  obanai iguro ˖  tengen uzui & wives ˖  shinobu kocho ˖  sanemi shinazugawa ˖  shinjuro rengoku ˖  zenitsu agatsuma ˖  inosuke hashibira ˖  tanjiro kamado ˖  genya shinazugawa ˖  muzan kibutsuji ˖  akaza ˖  gyutaro ˖  gyokko ˖  hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred)

❧ 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓾𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝟑

karlach ˖  lae’zel ˖  minthara

❧ 𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓮

vi ˖  silco ˖  sevika

❧ 𝓼𝓱𝓮-𝓻𝓪 【 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓹 】

scorpia ˖  catra ˖  shadow weaver / light spinner ˖  adora

❧ 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓷

john doe / joker ˖  edward nygma / riddler ˖  harvey dent / two-face ˖  harley quinn

❧ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵

goku ˖  vegeta ˖  broly (dbs only) ˖  frieza ˖  frost ˖  beerus ˖  android 17 ˖  android 18 ˖  zamasu ˖  goku black ˖  jiren

❧ 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

mizu (blue eye samurai) ˖  sidon (loz botw & totk) ˖  john doe (visual novel) ˖  victor van dort (corpse bride)

❧ 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼

coming soon!

𝓻𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✓ fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

✓ dom!reader x sub!yandere!character (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

✓ fem or afab!reader for nsfw. fem or gender-neutral!reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader bc i will usually default to fem)

✓ non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

✓ polyamory, threesomes, and harems (examples: ellabs x reader, ellie x reader x dina, uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, scorptra x reader, catradora x reader)

✓ a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

✓ monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: werewolf!ellie, cryptid!kyojuro, eldritch horror!yandere)

✓ kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

𝔀𝓸𝓷’𝓽 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮

✘ sub!reader x dom!character

✘ male or amab!readers.

✘ kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

✘ forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

[witchofthesouls]

Personal headcanon that Primes have a preference for odd or peculiar mates. They don't give a shit if their partner is a different species, some even consider it a bonus. Hybrids are most likely to happen since the Matrix of Leadership is all about Sparklings no matter the flavor.

Small human not afraid to object a Prime's decision despite the vast difference in power? Interest intensifies.

That's the true power of the Matrix. It has peculiar and varied tastes in mates, especially since it can compute the probability of viable offspring.

If it comes across something real interesting in genetics, powers, or feelings via its current bearer, then there's a high chance of pitter-pattering tiny feet in the near future.

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi there! I wanted to say that I love your work and I’m really enjoying seeing all the good shit you put out! Tbh me and my twin have been eating up the story with We’ar-ow! We’ve sorta created our own character to fit in as the reader, and we chat about each update after you post them! It’s a fun little book club in a way! If you ever end up publishing any books, be sure to tell! I love your writing style it’s so distinct and enjoyable!

Also! I wonder how yautja would react to a real short s/o (imma dude and being 5’2 sucks a lot, my mom had to fuck a short king sigh) I had to grab something next to my couch that’s only 2 feet off the ground and I almost flipped my body over reaching. I can’t even wrap my arms around my knees when sitting either

I am able to reach a lot of small things hidden around my house, and I’m really good at anything small with my hands like sewing- tbh that’s the only upside

also quick yautja question- do you think they’re able to produce twins or triplets? Mostly asking cuz I’m one! :p

also I’m so thankful for you writing for readers who aren’t female! it really warms my heart <3 sometimes it can hard to find non female readers and x male readers help with my dysphoria

Short King

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Mas!Reader

Word Count: 692

Summary: After the countless times you've fallen off of places or even found yourself somewhere you're not suppose to be, your wonderful mates have gotten you a step stool. Uihoy understands the frustrations himself. But he doesn't want you getting hurt.

Author Note: I'm so thankful and love this message so much. And the fact you chat about my writings?! Seeing this message for the first had me squealing and kicking my feet like a school girl. I hope one day I'll publish books but for now, I stick to writing fanfics about being dicked down by aliens.

P.s. Gonna be honest, I never knew how many AMABs liked Yautjas. I'm used to fangirls since I'm one myself. But I'm happy to help fill in the hole for the lack of AMAB writtens

Masterlist

Ao3

Knowing some Yautjas out there, they have a size kink. So you being much smaller than them goes burr for them.

They can also wrap themselves around you easier. It makes for the best cuddling sessions because they can probably almost encase you completely. That way, they can protect you better!

They also wouldn’t treat too much different either. They might ensure your items are closer to the ground so you don’t have to climb as much to reach them.

A step stool around either their ship or hut on Yautja Prime is necessary. They wouldn’t want you to go without it either. Less climbing means less danger for you! Safe on the ground floor where you can’t bust your head open.

After one close call with a fall, your mate wouldn’t want you to even think about getting on the damned counters again. So, he got you a step stool.

Once in awhile, you’ll see him use it too. Don’t let him know or say a damn word about it.

Plus, imagine those with the size difference kink. You desperately trying to reach something too far above you. They come up behind you, squishing your body to either the counter or wall. That day ended up differently than you originally thought.

Seeing the way your hand barely fits in their palm. They’re purring up a storm and holding you close.

As for the twins and triplets: yes, it is possible but a very rare occurrence. With their head structure, it’s already hard to push out one. It also puts a huge strain on their bodies. Some go through with the pregnancy if they believe they can endure the journey. Others don’t to save them either the downfall of an unnecessary death of themselves or their children.

I believe in some cultures of the Yautja, it’s celebrated if a female produces more than one offspring and survived. It is a feat that many don’t endure or survive.

Hands encased your hips and pinned you to the counter. A heavy body draped acrossed your back. Hot air caressed the shell of your ear. “What does little hunter think gonna do?” a grumbly voice spoke, slightly scolding you for what might have been a dangerous action. At least in those bright orange eyes of his.

Your entire body jumped at the sudden feel before relaxing, head titling to the side. Uihoy’s profile met your gaze. “I have no idea what you mean,” you brushed off. “I’m just trying to grab a bowl.” That was only thing that was the second shelf they hadn’t moved yet. You best believe it will be after today.

Uihoy snorted then reached above you and grabbed hold of the item you were attempting to take. It was placed before you on the counter in front of you.

The hand left on your hip drifted up to clasp hold of your throat. A finger was used to tilt your head back. Uihoy leaned over you to look you in the eye. “Next time, use the stool,” he scolded and pinched the column of your throat in warning.

Your shoulders sagged, eyes rolling with attitude. “But Uie! I was fine. Three feet off the ground ain’t gonna kill me,” you complained and leaned your weight against the short Yautja. His body barely even wavered at the added weight.

“No, but Uihoy might if little hunter doesn’t listen.” There was no bite in his words. You groaned.

His hold on you slipped away. He took a step away from you. You snatched the bowl off of the counter in front of you and marched over to the refrigerator-like device in the wall.

As you pulled out the stew made yesterday to consume as a mid-day lunch, you narrowed your eyes on Uihoy. The Yautja still stood in the kitchen, leaning against the island. With a spoon, you pointed it at him, non-threatening. “You’re lucky I love you enough I won’t smack you for calling me short,” you pouted and poured some of the stew to fill half the bowl.

A disgruntled grunt sounded from the elder. “My heart is yours, little one.”

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 64

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

The previous chapter art was removed 4/30/2024, but feral Donnie can't help but look back in this new chapter art from 9/2/2024 by @unknownfanartist

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

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

I’m dedicating this chapter to Drakkensdatter who gave me quite the insight which I got to employ here! I hope you like it!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

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

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: slit, cunt, vagina, clit, pregnancy thoughts to the millionth degree in every dang version you can think of, breast, boob, cervix, womb, uterus, tubes, eggs, what can I say you finally get peed on, and reader gets called mother (joking) then for real?

The beginning of July found you making sandwiches. Almost a week had passed since the Hamatos’ had finally departed and you and Donnie were still devouring time together. Nearly inseparable, there wasn’t much left before you returned to work the next day. A little overdue, but something you imagined couldn’t have been helped since there was no way you could have left Donnie alone with the other turtles, you had a meeting scheduled with the higher ups.

You’d already fielded both Donnie and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. from interfering.

You knew what was going to happen. It was the same thing that happened to Tami when she was diagnosed with cancer. She was demoted to an ancillary position where her repeated absences wouldn’t hurt the company workload. She could keep her health insurance in full. She’d just have to take a pay cut. All things you were ready to account for and only minorly irritated as you had been on the road to a nice increase before your many ‘illnesses,’ you’d resigned yourself.

You could only hope this would stop happening and you’d be returned to your regular position in no time.

Grabbing toast, you maneuvered around your boyfriend where he was comically bent at the hips. It was a prime watching position where his arms were folded on the counter and his head was tucked down in them. You jostled him affectionately with a little bump as you laid out two plates. “Still marveling at my sandwich skills?”

He lifted his mouth from his sleeve only long enough to speak. “None have compared to that days.” 

“Thanks.” You gave him a dry look and saw your bread was the same.

“Rarity enhances importance.” There was the slightest sway of his shoulders that said his tail was making lazy rounds. “I am indulging in my mate as of current.”

You made a big move of smooching his forehead. “Let’s indulge in that new mustard too then.”

He gave an affectionate bow of his head.

You turned to grab the cute jar and returned with a knife. Slathering a careful amount on, you assembled the ingredients. You then pressed the breads together and with a quick guillotine, cut them in half for the sake of it. “What do you want to watch while we eat?”

For a moment, Donnie didn’t respond and you figured he was thinking.

Turning a plate to admire your handiwork, you felt time linger for too long and turned to check what was holding him up. You expected a little reverence as he’d been pouring it on thick. What you didn’t expect was to find him vacantly staring. Not all there, he was both looking at and through you.

The familiarity of the gaze haunted you.

You recognized that look.

It had been seared into your brain.

You knew what it proceeded.

Not just your blood pressure, but your entire center of gravity plummeted and you had to lean further into the counter.

“Oh no…” You mouthed in horror.

Donnie watched on with an unfocused gaze.

“No. No, no!” You pushed the plates away to grab and shake him.

He snapped out of his stupor and blinked wide. “What is it? Is something wrong?”

“You’re going into heat!”

He gawked.

“Do you remember the last few seconds?! The question I just asked?! Staring?!”

He only had to search you for a single second before he lifted in a similar horrified fit. “No.”

You pressed your fingertips right into your eyes as you stepped away.

You weren’t sure you could handle his mating season right now.

Hell, you were downright confident.

It took not only an extreme physical toil, but a mental one too.

There was so much care.

So much to think about.

“That can’t…” Donnie mouthed.

You’d only been walking without an aid for a couple days and that was more of a trial run.

You were going to bring your crutch to work.

“I missed it.” A purple light warmed your lids in a way that signaled he’d summoned some screens. “May 17th marked the official start date of my last. It was proceeded by about a month of signaling.”

Then there was the apartment. You loved your home, but there was no way in hell you were going to be constrained to this room for another few weeks.

“Viable mate!” Donnie’s voice held a sense of urgency. “That is what we hypothesized! It held true! You were not viable and therefore I did not go into heat!”

You finally looked at him, ever weakening.

He took you in with growing misery. “We missed our anniversary, Valentine’s…”

Something about the weary look on his face reminded you of the good.

You saw feral Donnie remorseful and affectionate.

You remembered how he doted on you.

Curled up together, you could hear the faint loving chirps he cooed.

No matter how embittered you’d exited that time, you’d also been brought undeniably closer.

It was the point you’d started thinking of each other as mates.

That intimacy flushed over you and you looked away with metered guilt.

Beside you, you could sense current Donnie raise with concerns regarding your changing attitude.

You imagined your shift confused him.

It confused you.

You weren’t really considering it.

It would be nice though.

To feel close to him.

You did.

There was no question.

You also didn’t, to a certain extent.

Everything felt like catching up.

You yearned for that easy intimacy.

The one you didn’t have to think about in a sense of relief.

The one that came because you knew how to weave around one another.

You hadn’t even fucked.

Putting your face in your hands, your breath puffed into your palms as you thought about sex.

It was an integral part of your connection with Donnie, but it had been so tame and slow since. Nothing you regretted or disliked, he used too much care as neither of you knew where the bar was anymore. He’d gone down on you and was in a constant state of unsure how to hold your legs around him. You had lost the same strength to squeeze him between your thighs and had little in the way to signal him. Alternatively, when you’d teased his slit, it’d been done so wary of your aching shoulder and a bubble of sadness that you no longer could hook his thighs in the way you wanted.

Heat Donnie knew none of that.

He’d only plow you because you were there to breed.

It sent a rush or arousal through your body as you peeked between your fingers at your partner.

You expected scolding.

You were even prepared for him to roll his eyes.

Instead, he had a similar forlorn expression.

He wanted you to.

Even though his heat was time technically lost for him, he’d felt that same draw afterward.

You both yearned to reconnect.

You moved into him and pressed to his front.

His arms came around you in a lazy tenting.

“The data came off regular softshell turtle seasons, right?”

His body moved with a nod.

“How long are those? It sounds like it should be over…”

“It depends on the weather, but typically in the middle of the spring season till early summer.”

You wanted to thump your head against his plastron. “Meaning…”

“If the viable portion holds true, you’ve healed enough for my instincts and we-”

“Just barely didn’t miss the window.” You groaned into him.

He held you for a long moment. “Let me lock myself away this time. The P.O.P. suit is long completed as is a new device to ease the constant drop.”

You vaguely remembered him showing you the finished pieces.

He brushed your back. “’No more injuries of any kind.’”

“We’d be apart again.”

His hand stopped, dead.

“You might not remember, but I will…”

You could feel his whole being tense.

“You said we wouldn’t be apart.”

You hated it.

You hated playing that card.

You weren’t trying to sway him.

It’s not like you wanted to go through another bout of heat when the thought of just getting through your meeting tomorrow filled you with enough exhausted dread.

You were tired.

You were beyond fatigued of being forced apart.

This season was meant for you.

It was designed for coupling.

Your real vacation had been interrupted.

Any subsequent time off had been forced.

Mating season was something you’d been looking forward to once.

You’d banked your paid time off on it.

It was supposed to be yours.

You wanted it.

You were so going to get fired. “Donnie.”

“Y/N.” He had as many reservations as you.

“There’s time…. Or there should be?” 

He was wound tightly. 

“You signaled for about a month before it kicked in. That means we should have the same amount of time…” 

“Conjecture.” 

“Isn’t all of it?” 

He had no response. 

“Do you remember how I thought I could handle it? The lead up, if we do it right… this can work.”

“Again, betting on instinct…” He rubbed up to your shoulder to coax you away.

“Your whole mating season is a hypothesis!”

He could argue that and you finally looked up at him.

He looked down with swirled concern and obvious desire.

“We try together and I swear to you that if anything happens at all, I will use the P.O.P. protection and anything else you make. I’m not going to be rash. Together. I want to try.”

He undeniably wanted to. “You’re sure…? I can’t control him.”

You nodded. “I can’t either, but you’re easily swayed.”

The faintest wry edge twitched his lips. “Work?”

“The point of the meeting tomorrow is to discuss my future. Maybe I loose my job, maybe I don’t. I’ll start sending resumes elsewhere while we plan. It’s not the best, but hey, if I do get accepted somewhere, I can always say I already had this vacation booked!”

 “This… I shouldn’t be considering this…” Donnie lamented with closed eyes.

“Same. Trust me.” You leaned against him. “I really… really… want to be with you. When it was good, Donnie… It felt amazing.”

He gave the lightest churr.

You rooted into him to turn up the volume.

It came with a vibration. “We will require extreme transparency. Unlike any before.”

“I’ll start taping when you phase out. I’ll help you study it where you can’t and I’ll tell you everything I have in mind.”

“We’re doing this…” He had an uneasy note to his voice. “I am going to hope my staring bout was a momentary lapse. We’ll prepare for nothing.”

You patted him knowing that was absolutely a form of bargaining. “One request.”

“Your second.”

“The first was a mutual agreement.” You looked up at him with cool irritation.

He wouldn’t be budged but amused guilt wrinkled his gaze. “Go ahead.”

“We do it in the biodome: your oasis.”

The request caught him between surprise and titillation to manifest in an involuntary excited chirp.

-

The next day was characterized by highs and lows.

Your ‘trip’ was authorized.

You were demoted.

Donnie had helped you rebrand your time off as a health retreat which your company was fine with indulging as you were already partially written off due to ongoing illness.

As much as you prepared, the meeting’s reality still stung. You felt as though all of it was a slight that was covered by pleasantries, but you tried to take it in stride. You’d sent out a few resumes, even though you sort of assumed you might not hear anything back. Whether you wanted more or not, it seemed like something out of your hands so for the time being you took what you could get because there was more to deal with.

It came in the form of Donnie’s second drift which came soon after you were home from your first day back to work. You’d dutifully recorded it and as soon as Donnie came to, you showed him. He accepted with a tempered sigh that said he already knew this was actually his heat. He only needed the evidence to cement it for him. Already prepared, he’d gotten up to present you with blueprints.

A lot of thought was put into preserving the biodome’s ecosystem, so a small natural cabana sort of building would be built as a nest in an area where there was space. Construction was arranged to minimally disturb the creatures who lived there and the only other larger project was a bathing station connected to a far wall where there was plumbing. Something that couldn’t be as well integrated, you’d have a state of the art restroom at your beck and call.

For your body, there would be inoculations prior to fend off bodily invaders in the way of bacteria and the like. Donnie had even plucked a new insect repellent formula from his many patents and finished it so it could be safely implemented to you after a few weeks of testing. His plans were all directed toward you being able to focus only on pleasure and you turned into him with a prepared list of your own.

Not anything like his presentation, you instead walked him through how you thought you could offset the violent start to his heat. You hypothesized that he didn’t initially recognize you as his mate and you thought that was because you hadn’t responded to any of his preceding interest. Following through and reassuring him each time he went through one of pre-heat phases as you both now called the staring fits, you figured you could make it known you were his prior. He then wouldn’t be compelled to jump you so aggressively which would overall make the heat smooth sailing.

Donnie wasn’t convinced, but agreed before putting forth the next item of business: a sort of rebreather mouthpiece that was promised to have the power of a fully functioning oxygen tank.

A small device, you’d looked over the notes and he only mentioned the prototype would be ready tomorrow.

You’d been in the pond before and felt confident enough in the water so you pressed him as to why he created it.

“I have a feeling I will drag you under.”

He already had in an emotional sense and you wrapped your arms around him to daydream about underwater sex.

-

The next few weeks flew by in a busy coordination. There was work at the forefront. Your new position had you organizing long neglected documents. Then there was planning what was essentially a roughing it sort of camping trip whose duration was thought to be up to two weeks. Finally you had Donnie’s phases to attend to which had long morphed into a solace. 

His next had started two days after your plan conversation and had happened yet again in the kitchen. You’d immediately dropped what you were doing outside of setting up your phone to record and curled into him. The dulled version of him tracked you as you pressed into his body and nudged up against the underside of his chin to gather his scent.

He chirped.

A sound quiet and without too much specificity, it was the first time he’d ever reacted to anything in the stupor and had you startling away.

He woke from your jarring and together you watched the footage to see his eyes had closed to a sort of contentedness from your move.

Donnie was a little flushed as he told you both he thought it would work and that the feel good chemicals released from the transaction were still coursing through him.

You were fingered right there on the counter and came fast to his satisfaction.

It became a routine that worked in both your favors. Little moments where the world shrank down to the two of you, Donnie taught you how to properly scent him. You mapped out his glands in nuzzles and Donnie stopped wearing his neck wrappings around the house in case it interfered with transference. You made up for his lost support with massages and found he especially loved to be scratched at the joints between his jaw and throat. It stretched sensitive skin just above his scars and was one of the few areas he still had accurate feeling around his throat.

Often kissing there for the sake of it, Donnie began to nudge you when he phased out. Nothing overt still, he bumped your heads which conscious Donnie identified as part of a softshells mating ritual. A question of whether you were receptive to him, you worked together on how best to respond as pacificity was usually how a male knew to go ahead. You tested out cuddling him, which phased Donnie approved with churrs so later the response was approved with a fierce kiss as soon as your mate came too.

Rebreather tested.

Work settled.

Construction completed.

Shots administered.

The time between Donnie’s phasing was lessening and it was a weekend morning when your boyfriend loomed obsessively in a way that felt just like that long fateful day. You made an excuse to leave, not that his tympanum picked it up, and only left a note behind saying it was time.

You grabbed your last properly cooked meal from a shop before heading to Donnie’s work. It had been something light, but tasty and you entered his building with a carefully filled stomach and your ID card. Unlike before, this time you were paid little mind and you wondered what kind of instructions Donnie had given considering you would clearly be going in and not exiting for days on end.

It mattered little as you pressed the elevator keys in the way he showed you to access the biodome and you saw the appropriate letters appear where floor numbers usually sat. There was still no Darling Protocol here and you knew you only had temporary access as the elevator scanned fingerprints along with a million other metrics. You liked that Donnie preserved a space of his own and. as the door’s opened, you welcomed the humidity like an old friend.

You were excited.

Waiting for the doors to seal up, you heard the latch click and elevator disappear down the shaft before you began to strip. Avoiding the pitfalls of yesteryear, you placed your clothes in an awaiting receptacle and plucked out the bottle of lube there. Taking your time, you warmed some fluid and probed yourself in preparation before stepping out, nude, onto the path. The steps were freshly swept and you could picture Donnie tidying up the space in a nervous fit as he waited for you to arrive. Smiling at it, you took the path’s slow curve and came out to the body of water where you could see Donnie, similarly naked, standing with his carapace to you on the opposite side.

“Hey!” You called out.

“Welcome!” He responded without moving.

“You ready?” You began to round the pond.

“Scared.” He spoke clearly.

“We’ll be okay. How’s P.O.P.?”

He held up the wrist where his primary tech gauntlet usually sat and showed, in a calculated rotation, that light reflected off the barely there band of the new system.

“If you try to take it off I’ll stop you.” The grass felt plush underfoot.

His head dipped in a nod.

You were edging the no-return zone where he’d catch your scent. “Donnie.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

He gave a metered sigh and you saw some of his anxiety fall off. “And I love you.”

You chuckled and crossed the invisible threshold.

Donnie turned in time and you watched cohesion fall off your mate as he caught sight of you. Dropping first his head and then his entire body, he wove a curious back and forth tilt. You didn’t give him too much attention as you approached, only watching his darkened eyes out of your periphery as you examined the nest. You’d seen it a few times for preliminary checks, but now that it was about to be your primary home, it felt the most like a vacation than it had yet.

Donnie openly churred as he closed in and you couldn’t help but finally turn to him.

“I keep telling you.” You reached out a hand and he only sniffed it once before shoving his head against your palm. “You’re still you. Look, even like this you refused to churr before. You’re so silly.”

He nipped lightly at your fingers when you tried to pet him and you relented as he rose into your space. Clearly scenting you, he then bumped his head to yours and this time you withheld indulging it.

He vibrated against your throat and nosed right into your mating mark.

You chanced lightly brushing his arms.

His head deviated at the touch before he commingled into you. Breathing him in in a very literal sense, you took the last leading steps onto the soft cotton in the nest. There it devolved into a soft haven and you knelt down into it in a slow show as he shadowed your every move. Getting onto your hands and knees, you adjusted the height of your buttocks to present before you slowed and waited with just the faintest tinge of anxiety.

Part of your mind tried to crop up memories of the pain from the last time, but you shoved them away in favor of all the success you had in coaxing his phasing. You reminded yourself that he had already bruised you by now and this current Donnie had yet to truly touch you.

Uncoordinated fingers grazed your side just to prove you wrong.

He didn’t do his mating dance.

Was that bad?

You tried to hush the flurry of thoughts.

There was more than one way for a softshell to mate.

You and Donnie had been over this in painstaking detail.

One route had the male swim down from above to mount the willing mate.

You were presenting that exact scenario, just out of water.

Donnie’s hands slid to almost hold your waist.

Mounting.

He’d mount you.

You were okay.

You were ready. 

A tongue pressed scorching hot into your sex.

You cried out at its presence and arched on reflex.

He didn’t let up and licked further into you in a way that made you realize he was distracted by the lube. Something neither of you had considered since last time he hadn’t seemed to notice, it occurred to you only now that you hadn’t started with it so by the time he might have, it would have already been mixed with his spunk. Eating the foreign substance out of you, you panted as he scrubbed his beak to reach as deep as his tongue allowed. Invaded and with huffs of his hot breath scalding your perineum, his focus wasn’t on your pleasure, but its insistence wound you up.

The messy process brought you a certain distance, but nowhere close enough when he finally retreated. Your ass sank from the assault and you could hear him messily licking the mixed slick presumably off his hands where he’d tried to rub the wetness away from his cheeks. Probably smelling more like you by the second, you sighed once before raising back up and giving a needy version of your mating call.

You could hear Donnie grind to a halt just before he gave an interested trill in return.

“Why not say it back?” You complained before shaking your head and trying the noise again.

This time you heard him land on his hands before he appeared in your vision with a curious tilt of his head to the blankets. He peeped there as if it were a greeting and you sat up to appraise him.

His body fell over nearly instantly and it had a cat-like ploy to it as if he were showing his belly.

You looked past his plastron since it was all the same and saw the tip of his cockhead just barely peeking out of its entrance.

“It’s harder to get a read on you like this…” In a slow show you ran your hand over the flat area over his belly and downward.

He cheeped accordingly and you didn’t pause as you trended down between his legs. 

“You can’t be stuck right?” You pressed the puckered lips around his slit where he cock was plumping them out.

He gave a mangled chirp and you saw a very obvious flexing of his pelvic muscles.

He was fighting the drop.

Hand retreating, you moved in close to snuggle up to his side.

“What’s wrong? Why are you resisting?”

He churred at your attendance and nosed you warmly.

“What is it…?” You moved to touch him and he let your hands rove amongst the many little noises he made.

One such around the sides of his shell had him shift and turn where he shoved his head directly into your bad shoulder. Not a painful maneuver nor an accidental one, it was like he was curling to protect it and it was there you understood.

“You’re you. You’re always you.” You told him and pulled him up for a kiss that tasted of your essence. “I got hurt, but I’m okay. Those are scars. You have nothing to worry about.”

You crawled on top of him.

“Look.”

He fell back onto his carapace and watched you.

“Not like perfect obviously, it still hurts, but I’ve been getting my muscles back.”

You aligned your pelvises and you watched him hesitate at your positioning.

You took a moment to take his hands and plaster them with kisses as you chirped your own affections.

He gave a few back.

“How dare you prep me and not follow through though. So mean. You’re so mean like this. So selfish.” Spreading your legs a little farther than you had yet dared, your slit pressed flush to his.

His squeak warbled with warning.

You shushed him and were deliberate in stroking your sex against his.

His cockhead caught your clit and both of you called out different cries.

Catching his plastron the best you could, you watched his expression pain and you shook your head as you repeated the maneuver. It came with a few weak squeaks before he outright squawked and you readied yourself. He flew on slipping hands to hoist his torso up so instead of piercing you, his cock slid out heavy along your sex and you were left perched atop its midpoint.

He panted heavily there, seemingly satisfied with himself for saving you.

You kissed hard into his face and he grunted from the force.

It was just enough distraction that you caught hold of his length and lined him up.

He clicked with anger and you gave your sternest mating call along with a glare.

Something about the pair had him searching your face with those blackened eyes of his.

“Please…?” You poured on sweetly, but he clicked a few times as you tried to close in. “Okay… Fine.” 

Still kissing his cheek where he turned his head away, you dismounted him and he stopped to watch you. Curious, he tilted his head and you laid on your back before spreading your legs wide for him. You watched his erection pulse and he opened and closed his mouth as if the line of saliva was puppeting him. Remembering a certain involuntary show you had once put on, you dipped your fingers into your sex to tease yourself. You got exactly two strokes before he slapped your hand away.

“Well?” You held up the whetted fingers for him and his beak leaned in, intoxicated by the scent. “Don’t like it when I touch me? Do something about it.”

He caught your wrist and sucked your digits into his mouth. Messy swipes of his tongue came next and you tried to time rolling your hips in presentation for him. He extracted your hand with a pop and clicked one sharp time. You gave your cutest mating call and waited for him with an arched brow. Almost growling, he dropped down and walked up the length of you, his erection dragging against your leg before he sent uneven displeasure down to you via his expression. 

You wriggled ready beneath him.

He chuffed so hard you felt the warm air before he looked down and watched where his cock edged close to your cunt. You gave your best questioning chirp. He clicked in response, but moved his hips the slightest bit closer. With a shift, you angled your pelvis in a show. He exhaled slow and long like deflating pressure before his cock finally brushed your center. You exaggerated a mating call and he nosed you so hard up from your chin it felt like him flicking you.

You chuckled through the sting and he clearly grouched as his glans slid along your wet folds. You gave a puffy breath at the feeling of him and chewed your lip to keep from chasing him. It gave him space to test and each uncoordinated swipe had him losing will. With you and his body betraying him, his hips rolled for presses until his glans pressed to enter you.

You caught a noise in your throat and best pleaded with your expression. He watched it with a narrowed gaze before he pushed again, his cock bending to breach you the slightest amount. You tried to keep him in your vision, but your gaze swam at the spreading pressure. His churr multiplied at the sight and with a few more inaccurate rolls of his hips, he passed the tighter ring of flesh for both of you to moan.

Everything after that was a given.

Three total times on the first go around and you could only count by the sudden bursts of his cum. You’d nearly forgotten they happened without warning and the first time you sobbed at the amount. It unnerved him, but you trapped him in place with locked legs and a few clicks of your own. Clearly wary, but still compelled, he licked the salt from your cheeks and you kissed him lazily where he could not return it.

You came somewhere between two and three as he was still getting the hang of your pleasure. Something you akinned to like riding a bike, he had to fight off instinct and in that battle he lost a few key details. You minded little as sweat stewed your bodies together and the soup you created was one all your own. Seasoned with your favorite ingredients the streak ended only because you felt a tug just above your knee.

The bones were mended and sealed, but strain sometimes made it feel like they threatened to buckle for the strangest sensation. From Donnie’s third overflowing load, you nudged him as best you could and gave a withered squeak. He came away instantly and slammed down against your side to best monitor you. You shushed his concerns, body tingling pleasantly and tried to convey that you hadn’t passed your limits; you just needed to set them.

He didn’t understand, but you also needed your strength for something else. While another fuck was possible, you didn’t want to incapacitate yourself quite yet and sat up. Doing a little stretch, your mate curled around your hips while you searched the nest. Hidden away under a pillow, you found a purple cylinder and brought it up to him to sniff.

He only barely stuck his beak out before black marbles were once again staring at you.

You gave a single chuckle as conscious Donnie had predicted this. He’d kept the object close to his body so the scent was wholly his. It meant current Donnie would accept the objects place amongst his nest. That hypothesis ringing true, you found the quick release latch and opened up the device that reminded you very much of an instrument case for one particularly lewd flute.

“Okay… this is going to be a thing. Think you can at least try for me?” You looked to Donnie as if you were trying to get an unruly kid to the dentist.

He stared back without comprehension.

You sighed and got up on your knees to approach where his cock hung heavy and ready for use. “This is a step beyond a cock sleeve.”

He didn’t react much as you laid the case open like a book beside his member for him to get used to.

“What did I joke it was? A cock shirt or a cock briefcase? Something stupid like that…” You flicked a switch to turn it on.

You couldn’t hear anything, but Donnie shot upright to stare down at the object.

It began to glisten as the inner mold was lubricated. “Either way, I need to put this on you so you don’t get that irritation like last time.”

His head tilted to one side as if he could find the exact mechanism that buzzed.

You were delicate in picking his cock up and holding it.

He gave what you could only hear as a nervous churr.

“You’re going to freak out… please work with me…” You switched to hold him dangling in one hand and carefully moved the sleeve between his legs.

A twitch of his thigh said he was absolutely going to run.

“Hey.” He didn’t look so you chirped loud for his attention.

He snapped to your face with a blink.

“Quit tuning my talking out. Rude. So rude.” You scolded him and he at least seemed to get your intention because he leaned into you.

You lightly kissed his head and pumped his cock the best you could with one hand before making a very slow move to lay him down into the sleeve.

He gave an almost imperceptible nervous peep. “I know, so scary. Your cock is really sensitive, but this is going to help take the edge off when I can’t.”

He sounded a few more times, but you kept him still long enough to lay him down into the mold made exactly for him.

He had a flighty air to him and you wove your free arm through his to keep him in place. “I’m not going to close it yet, but feel that? It’s warm and the fluid is something you came up with. It’s a special balm that mimics your insides.”

You stroked over the top of his member to lightly press him into the device.

He gave a few stunted seconds of churring for it.

You continued to run your hands up and down, mapping him out, and fighting the desperate urge to lay down.

“Think you’ll let me close it? Please, sweet. I really want to rest.” You traced his glans.

He rolled out the softest churr, still staring hard at the sleeve.

You moved your hand away in a big show of taking the other half device. “Please, Don?”

His body tightened up.

You shushed him and kissed into that spot between his jaw and neck.

His lids fell unconsciously and you moved to close the sleeve.

As soon as it locked into place, he was off.

You huffed with irritation and watched him several feet away in the grass as he tried to tear the object off his cock.

“Damnit, Donnie!” You got up on wobbly legs to chase him down.

He succeeded as soon as you exited the nest and ran while you retrieved the sleeve.

You then spent the next couple of hours trying to get it on him. Three times you got the thing sealed only for him to run off. It was your actual exhaustion that kept him coming back and you eventually won out because you collapsed on top of him while trying to get it on the fourth. It meant when the latch hooked that final time, he couldn’t bolt without bucking you off. He sat in clicking misery as you dozed off to that broken stove.

When you awoke, you were tucked into his side and he was watching over you.

Taking a moment to wake amongst his honey-filled greeting, you shot your gaze down to find the sleeve still over his dick.

“You didn’t…?” Tipping your head right back up to search him, he gave one loud, put out chuff.

You tackled him, opened it, and mounted him in one fell swoop.

He accepted the sleeve begrudgingly after that, but you always made sure to make it worth his while. You figured he also liked how it soothed his member and it tickled you that even in this feral state, he was just as frustratingly stubborn. It all sang true to him and you couldn’t help the affection that overflowed no matter how different the scenario was.  

It was bathed in an orange glow that you ate your dinner. Enjoying the hues of the sunset openly pouring in from the dome, you had a stock of provisions all for ease with maximized health benefits. Hanging just outside the nest to avoid crumbs, you enjoyed the scenery. Birds tittered in their spots to sleep and the jungle-like foliage whispered of whatever was amongst it. You then sucked heartily from a big water bottle you could refill that had long dissolved the tablet within. Another addition for your safety, it did something about dehydration and had added minerals that didn’t affect the taste, but added the faintest grittiness which you hoped you’d get used to.

When you crawled back into bed after dusting yourself off, Donnie waited with eager chirps and you thought you might go again, but he seemed content to rest. You pondered aloud to him and he listened attentively about how he wasn’t as eager as either of you thought he’d be. He wanted you, that was clear, but his drive had been curbed from last year making you wonder what exactly was the cause.

Was it your injuries?

If that was the case, why did he go into heat in the first place?

Was he still catching up emotionally?

You knew you were stunted by the prior lack of intimacy and just being beside him satisfied you to a certain point.

Was it because he’d finally proclaimed his love?

This theory more tangential, you thought maybe revealing those final pieces had abated his desperation in claiming you. There was nothing else in that regard for him to hold back and that translated to him as a beast still ready to breed, but one that didn’t need to pin his mate down. He was honest with himself that you were his and he was himself no matter the form.

You figured it was all of the above and, as the stars came out for the barely there pockmarks in the New York sky, you rolled over and looked up through the sheer layer above the canopy. The cabana had been constructed mostly of poles with some dangling cottons draping down them for the sake of it. It created an open air feel that hid nothing away and only marked off where the nest was. The many pillows and blankets had been scented by you both a few nights prior before Donnie constructed a large enough space where both of you could lie out. From the plush nature, you knew there was some sort of base mat under it all, but you cared little because it was wonderfully comfortable.

You dozed off meaning to alleviate Donnie once before doing so, but that dreamy vacation feel came for you like that charm that had been on a bed you once liked.

You awoke deep in the night and were a happy bleary as you could barely see.

Donnie was right there in an instant, nosing you with affections in both a way that could be seen as rousing or as nudging you back to sleep. You supposed the choice was up to you and you kissed him in a test of not knowing which to commit to. He churred soft and encouraging and amongst the rolling sound you freed yourself from some covers you dredged up. Donnie slid a testing hand over your cotton warmed flesh and you knew you’d chosen to have him. Curling close, you both moved in a gentle tandem and you unhooked the cock sleeve before moving under him. He kicked the object away and his dampened cock spread eager pre-cum against your thighs before you spread.

Slotting himself between your legs, the leak reminded you of that certain level of desperation and you caught him to swipe the spunk on thick. It spread in globules that you stroked against yourself until he entered. A careful push, he didn’t force the matter and you dreamily cuddled him close as he rocked where he seemed resistant to pull out. It felt like a lullaby in the night cooled air and you watched the thin lines of his face you could barely make out in the dark. Whispering your love to him, he came first with you close behind to then languish in the fill.

You awoke to a bird’s happy trill.

Something like a confection, it invaded your dreamscape and coaxed you up. The once darkened sky now glowed a hue of opening lids and you hummed contentedly. Looking down, you found Donnie curled up and dozing beside you. Another new rarity, something about it assured you that every single one of your theories had been correct about his change. A mixture of things gone right, no matter how wrong the road there had been, Donnie protected you and felt safe enough himself to commit to a nap.

You were careful not to jostle him as you rolled over onto your belly and crawled up to the edge of the nest. It gave you a good vantage point to look out and you hydrated on silted water while you watched the sunrise. It didn’t come into distinct view, but light cracked and slipped into the space. It broke through the trees where the birds stirred with wakefulness. It poured out along the grasses where green did their morning stretches. It then reached the cabana where the cotton dropped its reddened sunset orange for the golden glow of a day anew.

When Donnie stirred, it was your turn to pour on the greetings. Staying in your same position, you were able to bend at the waist to curl overtop his tucked head. He chirped drowsy and you lined up a dozen happy ones for the sake of it. When he pulled his head from his hole, it was with a dopey sweet smile and you nuzzled and nosed him to join you in sunrise. He came with soft peeps speaking of how much he liked it and when you looked out toward the scenery, he followed suit.

Adjusting so his body could be butted up against yours, you only had to turn your head for him to be there and he gave you a sugared mating call. You responded in joyous kind and he pressed his beak to your shoulder. The opposite one of both injury and your mating mark, he mouthed it lazily in a way that you thought was him tasting you. The flash of wet heat felt good and cropped up a warmth in your belly.

Not sure exactly how to translate your feeling, you poured it into a chirp that came out needy to your ears. Its meaning met, he nibbled with purpose and began to climb atop you. Perking up your ass for him, he pressed it back down into the nest with his plastron and you sighed as he continued to lick down your spine. He sucked and bit flesh where he could, but all of it was without hurry.

It had you squirming and a morning drench of fluids felt sticky between your pressed thighs. Desire flared, you arched beneath him and he nipped to keep you in place. Outright whining because you were finally truly as needy as he presumably wanted you to be, you couldn’t understand why your back was more pressing than breeding. Wanting to be marked and flooded by him, you gave a few strangled squeaks until you stopped dead when you heard a sharp plastic click.

You instantly knew the noise to be the latch on the sleeve and had to crane a head over your shoulder where you caught the tail end of Donnie tossing the piece away.

You not only did not remember putting it back on him last night, but you were floored he’d figured out the actual mechanism to get it off in just one day’s time. The latch had been made for that purpose, but even when he tore it off yesterday it had been with yanking palms and kicking feet. He swept his gaze up to you in what almost looked like his usual smug nature and you felt the heat spread up from your gut and through your cheeks.

He gave a sultry mating call before slicking his wet cock against your ass crack. You tensed and sighed eager for him, but he only lazily swiped. Groaning your protests first before clicking a few, when you finally sent him a glare over your shoulder, he was watching with that same smarmy look.

“What?” You huffed.

He gave a questioning trill and looked down at where his pre was starting to drip.

You tried bringing your hips up but one of his palms came down to stop you.

You grumbled.

He gave a sweetened chirp.

“Seriously? What?!” You glowered at him the best you could.

He gave the start of a sharp noise.

It sounded sort of leading.

It also came familiar to your ears before you ground out a flat stare.

“I’m starting to think I like you better sex crazed!”

He did nothing more than what he’d been doing.

You summoned a deep breath before you gave the loudest mating call you could.

He gave one happy chirp before his unfocused fingers mashed hands into your ass. Your breathing warbled as he pressed and kneaded the dough there before splitting it into two where his cock moved to nestle betwixt. Pressing the flesh up and around him the best he could, he rocked there and no matter how many times you tried, he refused to let you arch. You were stuck flat on your stomach and felt irrationally submissive as he stroked himself.

You wanted him and gave spindly chirps in hopes he’d change his mind, but he only stroked himself through the crevice before he pulled a metered amount back and pressed his glans to your rectum.

You squeaked loud and in warning.

Now wasn’t the time to test that out.

You had no prep and subsequent washing was out of the question. Even with its new bathroom, the biodome wasn’t really built with a proper shower and you still had the marathon of however many days Donnie’s heat would last. It had been a nightmare enough trying to figure out the logistics of how his dropped cock would inevitably submerge in the pond water and then be later pressed into you.

Whimpering once more, you realized he was gone and looked to find him off and to your side. 

There he chirped apologies where he seemed to think he hurt you.

You softened your worries in noises and nudged your head underneath his chin in hopes to soothe him. It didn’t immediately and he held onto his usual stubbornness as he fussed over you. You gave in to a point before the frustration of denial reared once again and you urged him with a soft mating call. He returned it with a questioning edge and you made a show of laying flat for him to get back on. He nosed your face up one last time to make sure confirmations were etched there before he was careful to mount you again.

Still soaked in both your slicks, this time he allowed you to pop your ass some to reveal just enough of a cavern down to your cunt.

He churred loud and proud at the soaked sight before he angled himself down the pressed line of your thighs. A rail straight to where you needed him most, it was a direct shot and he slid right in for both of you to mewl dreamily. He rocked his hips twice to seat himself how he liked before one hand slammed onto the small of your back and the other squeezed your hip. He then thrust and you wound your hands into the sheets to hold on.

Each pulse bumped down from the angle and you felt it prodding outward from the inside. It pressed further into the plush nest and, as he picked up speed, you began to realize how little strain the position put on your injuries. Unsure if he even realized it, his strokes devolved into eager pistoning.

You pulled up a pillow to stuff your moans into and one sharp buck had you crying out as an indication he wanted to hear you. Giving him a quick glare where he was hyper focused on only your connection, you faked a few cries which spurned him. Driving deeper at a new angle, his plastron cut your ass cheeks and he scraped your walls morphing the faux sounds into real ones. Losing focus as it wound you up, you felt his strokes shift as you clamped down on him. He savored the tightness and prodded you just right until cumming was an inevitability.

You did so with a gasp of his name and he gave you only a few seconds before he reset his earlier pace. Crying from oversensitivity, something about the long overdue nature of being used had you babbling an affirmation off your lips. “Yes, yes, yes!”

His churr warped into a nearly delirious noise and the hand on your back disappeared. It manifested on your opposite hip and, in what must have been a full body bend, you felt Donnie’s forehead slam into your spine as he arched all of himself into you to cum.

Each thick rope lashed you and you broke it down to a microscopic level. It was millions of invaders wriggling in a fight into your womb to break through the surface of your eggs. All for you, your repeated prattle picked up now in begging hopes that it would stick. One bouncy spring would shove a white coil through a relenting cell wall and the immediate multiplication would make up the cell knocking you up.

Bucking backwards, you wanted more and you wanted it in the right place.

Instead of resisting, Donnie seemed to catch the candor and used his hold on your hips to press you back down first there and then with his whole body. You chirped for him, begging, and he came with soothing ones as his large body meant his head appeared over your shoulder. Rolling your ass back into him, he obliged to keep rocking into you and mouthed at your mating mark.

You prepared for this.

You knew how to properly bandage it.

You wanted him to bite you.

Giving your mating call as loud as you could in an effort to deafen him, he seemed unbothered as he grazed his teeth and watched you with darkened eyes. A cool burnt cap to the molten underneath, he thrust with purpose and you felt the whole of you bounce as you began to slide in the sheets. No escape, he closed his arms in around you, trapping you there first, before his legs spread to cage your hips in. Utterly at his whim, you continued your desperate plea for more and it was around the time that tears were starting to drown your tongue that he finally sank his teeth into your shoulder.

Unlike the bite from last year, he metered the move more to hold you and you didn’t feel the skin break.

Tired of being treated like some breakable object, you thrashed in the barely there space afforded and he clicked angrily at you. Drool taking your ability to do it back, you snapped wet fingers for a similar sound and retribution took his last sense. He bit harder, finally breaking skin like the satisfying burst of a balloon and you cried out happy as he tried to fuck you still.

You extended your claws from the fabric they were buried and found his hands to shred flesh. He hissed wet bloody bubbles beside your head and shoved with so much downward force that you knew your back was going to be an exact map of his plastron groves. All pieces meant to fit together, you saw that elastic snap of sperm penetrating an egg over and over until you realized it was manifesting on your lips as a broken mating call.

He answered it in a growl and rush of cum that nearly took your vision because it felt as if it had nowhere else to go. You drowned in it, welcoming the gurgle and heat that threatened to consume you. He stuffed you and submerged his own cock in the meantime before he broke to gasp as if he forgot to breathe. You saw flecks of red saliva string off of him in a pant and your core ached, unsatisfied.

Throwing both your elbows back against his hold, he squeaked and relented enough that you got up. It took more shoves that he fought against with nips, but you knew he wouldn’t fully commit and called his bluff. He answered by having to back away, but you didn’t let him escape. When he fell back onto his carapace, you came with shaking legs that refused to break your connection. Sat reverse cowgirl, delirium spun you around and he outright moaned at the twisting feeling of your cunt on his cock.

You got one glimpse of his fucked out figure before you descended on him. He gave a mating call with a fearful edge as you went straight for your litany of mating marks and dragged your teeth in to tear the stubborn flesh. You were almost off his cock, but the spread tried to hold on and he caught you in a fumbling hold to at least stroke his tip.

The pressure of his wide glans tugging at your entrance bred a pleasant sensation and when you finally came up for air similar to him, you could feel the red staining your teeth. You used it to grin him a vicious smile and he liked his violent mate because he forced you straight down his shaft. Shoving his beak against yours in an unknown move, you tangled tongues and tasted each other as you were bounced in his lap.

You were going to find the upper limit, you decided right then. You would see if that endless amount of semen this version of him touted was actually true. You were going to see just how much baby batter he could stuff into you. You were going to make that belly distention a reality. You were going to see just how long that dropped cock could stay out. You’d scare it back into the safety of his body. You’d carve it back out of him. You’d shove it back into you where it belonged. He was yours; you were his.

His mate.

His mate.

His mate.

You lost track and count of anything feasible. There was no charting a thing that didn’t stop; one could only follow the duration. That came in glass above where the sun rolled over head and you assumed looked away from the lewd display. That cosmic deity could only run and hide in sight of you both. Even the reigning royalty of incomprehensible beings would think what you’d done was irreconcilable. The weight of your current erotic misdeeds would tip cosmic scales and all that was left would be scorched earth and you with child.

You awoke with a delirious start and your entire body screamed in agony.

Donnie was there.

He was always there.

He was everything.

He was also doting.

He was sweetness.

He was nuzzling you and trying to get you to lay back down.

You were upright.

Altogether as if not knowing had been the only thing holding you up, realization came with a snap of your muscles and you collapsed where none of your body would respond. You gave a withered squeak, confused as to why you’d lost coordination and Donnie chirped worries all around you.

He went on like that for what seemed like hours until you could finally see up out of the cabana over the nest. It was the dead of night and the only lights came from the building above and the faint glow around the edges from the city below.

All day.

You’d fucked what had to be non-stop all day long.

Making up for lost time, you thought.

Only you weren’t counting the last three months; you were only counting the first day of the heat.

Only four times on day one?

Pathetic.

You had so much more in you.

You had an entire legion in you to be exact.

Populations the world over were poured into your vagina.

Little swimmers that then passed the cervix, into your uterus, and to the tubes to do their jobs.

You threw a lead arm over your face and felt the shame in how determined you’d been to be bred.

The birth control was fully operational, you had to remind yourself.

You’d fucked yourself stupid as opposed to the usual other way around.

Groaning, you felt something move and fall off your chest.

Pretty sure those parts of you were safely attached, you lifted your arm the few inches you could and looked down your body. While you were left comatose in your mind, Donnie had been busy. It looked like he’d brought you a total of three water bottles along with at least four packaged foods that you could see. There was also now a set of those specially made mineral tablets, of which the set had slid from the pile on your chest before disappearing into the sheets.

You laughed.

It was weary and dry, but it came out bright nonetheless.

Donnie only squeaked with further concerns, but you waved him in before promptly passing right back out amongst your care package.

 You slept straight through until what had to be the next day’s late afternoon. Shadows starting to morph, you had been cleared of everything plopped on you and Donnie bobbed in your vision with clear concern. You nuzzled into the side of his head for reassurance before you left to clean up and use the restroom. You threw a sterilized pack over your mating mark and came out with some disinfectant on cotton for Donnie.

He was already prepared to dodge at the oncoming smell, but as soon as you tried to dab his bite marks, he scampered off. You rolled your eyes as you’d at least gotten a few good pats at it and walked out after him into a small patch of natural grass. It came up in thin spindly strands and was drenched in sunshine. Falling right back into your nudist ways that came with season, it was oddly comforting to feel the rays hit your body. Your weary body begged you to sit so you soaked up the sun until your boyfriend wandered close.

“Let me clean that properly and you can join me.”

He stayed a metered amount away as if he understood.

“More grass for me.” You tilted your head up and gave a dreamy sigh.

He gave a whiny chirp.

You held up the cotton ball and waited.

With a few clicks, he eventually came over and you were slow in blotting his already healing teeth marks clean. “Good boy.”

He grumbled and you traced down to the purple casket between his legs.

“So you are putting it back on?” You gestured to it and he sat as if ready to take it off.

Your hand wilted and the non-committal nature gave him pause.

You thought for a moment before reaching out for a new offering. “Wanna snuggle?”

He came forward to set his chin in your palm.

You thought you might explode and akinned the moment to being accepted by a feral animal. “So cute…”

He chuffed lightly and you released him to get into his space. He watched you with a lazy wide pupil as you mingled close. He chirped curious when you nosed the line of his jaw and eventually gave into a churr as you pressed your lips to his. You felt the rumbling through your teeth and lined up kisses over his cheek. He bent to give you better access and you peppered his face with presses. Keeping them from being ticklish, you were pointed with each and he accepted them all with great honor.

You drifted to the side of his head, edging his scars for numbness and kissed heavy against his neck to keep the move more chaste. It put your throat on view for him and he must have felt compelled to respond in kind to the gesture because he gave a kitten’s lick to what he could reach. You giggled at the sensation and did the same to him in the equivalent spot before waiting to see what he’d do.

He found it in him to test because he nosed against the centerline of your esophagus which you again mirrored. He liked it and pressed his beak in taps down to your collar where he followed the bone to your shoulder. You shuddered at the puffs of his breath on your exposed skin and methodically copied him with brushes of your lips.

You both peeked at each other at the same time and you giggled at the coyness of it all.

Here you were, in an approximation of nature, with nothing on, and having a romp with your boyfriend in the grass.

It all felt compellingly romantic even if your partner wouldn’t consciously remember this moment.

A dreamy sound came from you and in a shove from his beak, Donnie knocked you over.

“Hey!” You scolded without heat and liked the soft grass tickling your back.

He hovered over in a non-dominating way and seemed to observe you.

You gave him your brightest smile as it was honestly there.

He seemed to inhale at the sight before he slowly descended to pick back up where he left off. Touching his beak and his lips in the process against your skin, he dotted taps over to the bulb of your shoulder and back to your sternum. He nuzzled there before licking up something he smelled which you couldn’t imagine was anything more than sweat. The sensation tickled and perked your nipples which caught his eye. Your breasts still gave him no interest in his heat, but the involuntary movement was suddenly of great importance to him.

His narrowed gaze was the last thing you saw before he enveloped the right bud in his mouth.

You cried a soprano’s note as he swiped his tongue without focus and instead to taste.

Nothing there, he unlatched and looked you over as if you were the strange one for making the erogenous noise.

“Mean…” You panted as the saliva he left behind meant the air differential teased the bud.

His gaze flicked, revealing very little white until he descended to lick a fat stripe up to the other nipple.

This time your body arched before he bit straight down.

“Ah!!” You shoved him and he squeaked as he let himself fall away.

You cupped your boob and hissed.

A quick check found no blood, but you rubbed to ease the sting. “Geez. You were so careful… Still feral. I need to remember. You’re smart, but not here here…”

After a few worried seconds, he came close with an apology oozing off of him.

“I know. You didn’t understand…” You patted his leg.

He gave what was almost a whine before bumping his head into your left shoulder.

You rested yours against his.

In a quick dip he had your breast in his mouth.

“W-wait! Why would you-!?”

He swirled his tongue and you shook against him.

It turned into a full body affair and this time he pressed you back into the grass as if laying you down. “Donnie…”

He released and nosed over the area as if sending his apologies directly to the source.

“Forgiven. You’re forgiven…” You sighed up until he repeated the process to your first nipple. “You learn too fast!”

Persistent and obviously proud of himself, you could just see his tail wagging furiously as each twist of his tongue had you writhing more and more.

You reached with fumbling fingers down the flat of his plastron.

He moved his hips closer in a shuffle and you toyed with a sleeve latch a few times before you freed his cock.

“It’s all sex to you.” You teased and pushed him away enough so you could present yourself for him.

He churred loudly as he settled down to take you and pressed his cock in.

Once seated he stopped to watch you from overhead with a rolling churr.

“Or… not?” You brushed his cheek and felt a sense of déjà vu.

With one last beak press to the plump of your cheek, he then settled with his head beside yours.

You lounged in the sun until it started to hang heavy.

Did he know?

It wasn’t possible. 

There was no way this or lucid Donnie knew about your wish. 

You hadn’t told anyone how much you wanted to just stay in stasis with his cock inside. 

You felt warm and filled and drunk from his attention and the sun’s before he finally began to move. A slow start that came with him stretching lightly. Your warbled breath from the connection spurned him on. With increasingly heady presses, he kept you intertwined and you held onto his carapace. 

You got your romp for real where it left a permanent imprint of crushed greens. Finished up, you locked Donnie’s dick up before heading back to the nest to finally eat. Having neglected to for so long, you were starved and ate your fill. You must have made it look pleasurable because you got Donnie to munch on a few morsels. More than anything you downed water in droves until you were sated and made an exaggerated collapse to curl up.

In the night you awoke again for a short sleepy session before promptly passing right back out. It seemingly fixed your sleep schedule because you were up with the birds. However tempting, you decided moderation was better for your body and staved off the idea of marathoning to instead go in spurts.

A good morning, a forenoon hello, and you broke for lunch.

Setting up beside the pond with your rebreather by your side, you ate with your toes just shy of the water. Donnie appeared only to give you a confirming once over before he dove straight in. Barely disturbing the surface, you watched him swim seemingly for the sake of it and relaxed in watching him as you ate. He came up just as you were almost done and you offered him the last bite. He sniffed at it before his beak wrinkled and he turned away to dive back in.

Shrugging to yourself, you finished off your food and were nursing a bottle of water when he emerged with his head down. You watched him lazily flicking your toes as he approached. Wet or dry mattered little to his turtle instincts so you weren’t concerned that he’d shake. You imagined he’d probably lay down next to you so you readied for the damp press when his head dipped further near your thigh. Droplets speckled your leg and he retreated with a single happy chirp.

You look down to find actively bleeding fish twitching with the last of its life.

You didn’t even have it in you to scream.

Your eyes went bug-wide and you turned them up to Donnie who gave you a second, now encouraging chirp.

Eat.

He wanted you to eat it.

From where he’d grabbed it from the water. 

With his mouth.

“No!” You bellowed and shot to your feet.

Your sudden move startled him, but he was too close to the water and fell in.

Dancing on your toes, you looked around for something to flick the carcass in after him. 

Donnie burst through the water’s surface already clicking.

“No! I had food! You always bring me my food! Real food! Why would you give me this?!” You pointed at the accursed fish.

He continued his clatter and moved up shore as if to defend his catch.

“Don’t touch it! Donnie!!” You reared.

He chuffed loudly, evacuating water from his nostrils before in a huffy show he dipped down.

“Don’t you dare!!!”

In a single gulp he swallowed the fish and you kicked him right back into the pond.

“Gross!!!” You complained to the air and stormed back to the nest. “I can’t believe you ate it!!!”

You heard a splash as Donnie emerged once again raging like a broken car starter.

“Don’t you dare! Leave me alone!! Ugh!!! I’ll never get you to brush your teeth!! Why did you do that?!”

Protests were had from both sides and the standoff lasted until the sun began to set. You were sure your mate had long dried, but both his stubbornness and your cold shoulder kept him elsewhere. With the sun rushing to clock out, you figured you’d be sleeping alone when you heard a soft peep.

 You barely turned your head and in your periphery you saw him doing the same.

It was comical and you shook your head to finally look at him. “You don’t get the boob thing, but you get it feels good to me so you did it. I don’t like the fish thing, but that’s something you refuse to understand?”

He gave you the barest glance and almost seemed to purse his lip.

“I like kissing you. You don’t get that either.” You sighed and fully turned to him. “Both our mouths are gross right now! Conscious you makes it a big deal! Like, okay, it’s hard for even me to routinely brush my teeth in these conditions so I get it, but that was a live fish from a scuzzy pond!”

He came as close as the edge of the nest.

You shuddered. “Now when and if I kiss you, I’ll be thinking of kissing that fish.”

His head tilted where he didn’t understand.

You deflated. “You refuse to eat. I haven’t seen you drink. What can we do…?”

Donnie bowed as if to show guilt and he waited.

“Wait, wasn’t there …?” Memory jarred, you moved over to your provision pile. You dug through the many supplies that were neatly packed until you found a little packet of breath strips and read the label aloud, “’Kills 99.9% of bad breath germs.’”

He chirped curiously.

“I’m gonna assume that includes fish.” In a bob, you stepped out and approached him. “You are going to take this and hate it, but you will do it because you love me, got it?!”

He only stared at your stern pointing.

You opened the package and dropped one on your tongue where it burned before approaching him. He had a fighting stance to him and you tucked the package into one palm. With the other hand you caught his chin and, under a slight tug to his lower lip, his mouth opened. As fast as you could, you cracked the package, picked a strip, and slapped it down on his tongue before he could bite you.

His teeth still grazed your knuckle and he screeched at the taste.

You collapsed for the mental effort and watched him tussle with himself in the grass. Knowing the strip was long stuck and doing its work, you didn’t care if he ate the blades because that seemed more palatable. Feeling vindicated, you didn’t think much when he stormed toward you. He came in close and shoved his mouth to yours as if to share the pain. You only had a similar minty freshness there and when you licked into his mouth to tease him with it, he clicked so loud it percussed in your eardrums.

You released him with an evil cackle and he stayed on the far side of the nest that night. You awoke feeling cold in the early hours of the morning and tried to crawl over to him. He vacated the nest as soon as got near and you stared after him feeling only a slight tinge of guilt before you curled up to steal the last of his warmth from where he’d been.

When you got up for the day, he was waiting nearby and pointedly looking away. You chirped lonely and his aura only soured. You tried again in hopes your prevailing sadness would sway him, but he staunchly refused. Not unlike the cold you’d felt that night, the nest felt like a chilled place so you exited it to take a walk. Moving around the fresh air of the biodome, you traversed through the thicker foliage. It was where Donnie would often run to, but you found little evidence of him having been there. Instead it was an undisturbed ecosystem and you got to observe the birds from their perches. They watched you with flighty tilts of their head. An avid watcher for the time, you emerged around midday based on the sunlight.

Donnie was a lump of his carapace, pointedly not watching you from your nest.

You gave a heady sigh and looked out across the water. From the debacle yesterday, your rebreather sat where you’d left it by the shore. Staring hard at it, you circled the pond to gather it up. Once you reached it, you held the piece in your hands. Donnie’s words about dragging you under seemed unlikely. You imagined you’d probably only get to use this if you got in yourself.

Clutching the mask tight, you cocked a sort of smile before you donned it. Going through the checks Donnie taught you to make sure it was operational, you then toed into the water as quietly as you could. You told yourself you were doing this for you and waded in. Water lapping warmth around your thighs, your waist soon dipped below and the ground disappeared. Goosebumps coated your flesh and you threw out pockmarked stems as you swam towards the center.

It was there you pumped your arms, once, twice, and then dove down the best you could. The rebreather kicked in and you focused on breathing through your mouth as you looked down into the water. It was murky towards where you’d kicked up silt, but on the opposite side you could see the bottom of the pond. A layered memory, little fishes swam around the muck and you heard a splash through the water.

You tensed a little, not sure how Donnie would react, but you only saw a flash of him before he headbutted you in the stomach. Coughing out and losing the rebreather from force, you were shoved to the surface and then dragged up on land as you continued to cough.

Donnie squeaked up a storm and you swatted him away.

“Why’d you do that?!” You turned on him only to freeze when you saw how much distress painted him.

He silenced and his black orbs almost looked like they might shed tears.

He was scared.

He must have thought you drowned.

He didn’t understand how the rebreather worked.

How could he?

You tackled him in a hug and chirped as many apologies as you could muster.

He returned a few and curled around you clearly blocking you from the water.

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You repeated and petted his carapace. “I’m sorry, but look… I need…”

Turning, you saw your rebreather floating on the water.

“Donnie.” You lifted his head so he’d look at you.

He blinked at you in a withered state.

“Can you get that?” You pointed towards the object.

When he didn’t look, you pushed his chin until he finally relented.

“That. Get that.”

He took a little unsteady breath before he got up. Very aware of you, he watched you nervously with little flicks of his pupil toward the pond.

“I’ll stay right here.” You nodded down and shifted your ass to show you were staying put.

Though he couldn’t glean the meaning, he searched you for a long moment before chancing it. He darted away as fast as he could, diving only in the water long enough to grab the piece before returning to you with a latent spray. You rubbed some off your face before taking the rebreather to show him.

“I can breathe with this.” You poured out the pond water and wiped the mouthpiece the best you could before putting it on.

You hummed for him to look and he did with a dart of his head.

It was a bird-like concern and you exaggerated breathing through it. A wheezy noise came out of its use on dry land and had Donnie bristling. You nodded your head so he could tell you were fine and he only relented with an anxious chirp.

Taking the item out of your mouth, you looked at him. You knew he liked swimming, but not once had he tried to get you to join him. He often slipped away to do it while you were otherwise occupied. It was both a testament to how settled he was and how the entire dome felt like his own secured space. It also made it seem like being in the water was his own version of self-care.

Donnie’s thigh was close to yours and a drip of water streaked from your leg to his. It reminded you of the many watery moments you’d shared from rain to showers. Actual memories giving way to seen ones, your next thought was a video of two softshells spinning around each other underwater.

You wanted to do that.

You already satisfied his instinct, but you wanted to do it to the fullest.

You only had to convince him, which was annoying, but not impossible. Brushing some errant droplets away, you placed the rebreather between your teeth before nodding to the water. Donnie immediately stiffened as a barrier and you sent him a honeyed look since you couldn’t properly verbalize. He watched on, ready to stop you and you only brushed your hands over his arms.

Flexing muscles rippled under the dotted moisture and he relaxed a certain amount. You’d been angrily separated for about a day, but your supposed brush with death had made him forget those concerns. His primary directive was your safety and you curled closer to him. He gave a faint churr and the dip of his lids said he missed this. Carefully resting your forehead to his cheek, he chirped a few sweet sounds among the rolling vibration and you settled your weight against him.

You were mostly dry by the time you moved again. Muscles loose from lounging in the sun, you slid the putty of your body towards the water. Donnie’s hackles rose a little too slowly, but you squeezed his hand for reassurance. He didn’t exactly hold it back, but his fingers twitched as you got your toes in the water. You paused there, flicking droplets with foot flexes and looked back at him with metered excitement.

It took him a while to think, but he eventually broke apart from you to slip into the water. He then floated, his eyes and carapace visible just far enough off shore where he could fit. You were slow in shuffling down, pressing against leaf blades and mud until your waist was submerged. He kicked off and his arms barred around you to lift himself out of the water. You touched the rebreather to the tip of his beak and he gave a faint churr at the reassurance.

Taking it as a go ahead, you pushed off a bit more, where he hovered around you like a hungry shark. You got off the bank and pumped your arms in an obvious show that you could swim. Donnie continued to circle, first out of concern until each rounding seemed to change. More fluid motions, you saw hints of the dance he’d attempted in your apartment once and it took you counting as if readying yourself to jump into a skipping rope before you kicked off to swim with him.

Clunky in comparison, he didn’t seem to fault you where you couldn’t keep up and instead swam to match you. You felt bad you couldn’t compare to his elegance, but the excitement of the moment wrinkled your gaze. Heart leaping, you chanced darting towards him. He first playfully dodged you as he examined your swimming strength before he too took his time breaking the circling to chance brushing you. All coy flipper flaps, they were questions answered by the dance. Instinct took your boyfriend in a dive and you sucked in a final breath through your nose before pursuing.

His eyes shifted to an uncharacteristic white from the nictitating membrane and he immediately broke his rounding to examine you. You waved at him to show you had your facilities and he pressed his beak to various spots of your body to assure himself you were safe. He then came around to your face to send his confusion there and you tapped the rebreather in hopes he would understand that it was the thing giving you the ability to breathe.

Though there was no pupil to tell for sure, you saw him study the way the bubbles would emerge from it and he was satisfied even if the mechanics were lost on him. Doing your best to stay submerged, you kicked lightly against one of his thighs to give yourself momentum and he gave immediate chase to twirl around you with ease. You watched the sun’s rays shine off of his scales as he twisted and the whole of him was so stunning you felt like time slowed.

In a quick spin, he spiraled the water and a little current twirled you around him. He seemed to similarly be enjoying the view because he stilled momentarily before he came into you with purpose. Finally catching your body, he held loosely to your hips and you reached between you to grab his cock sleeve. With learned ease, you undid the latch and pulled it enough away that it’d float to the top. Some sort of mechanism Donnie had installed, you both watched the object fly to the yellow tinted sky before you came together.  

Donnie had some swipes and bobs to him as he cascaded around you and tugged you to the bottom. Not deep enough for the pressure to really shift, you still had a bit of anxiety and snuck a glance up to see how far you’d have to swim if something were to happen to the rebreather. Donnie nuzzled between your shoulder blades as you did and you read the move as soothing. His palms slid up and down your arms as if testing and he soon settled himself behind you for what you’d seen to be the preferred positioning.

Preparing yourself, you knew he’d bite you to hold you in place. His beak skimmed up from your back towards your mating mark and you arched into him to show you were ready. He only brushed the spot before nuzzling into the side of your face and you felt a sort of heated confusion as his cockhead bobbed eager against your ass. The water filled your ears for a near soundless churning and you could only look at your partner confused.

He held a knowledgeable air as if this were his field of expertise and he disappeared from your line of vision. Still behind you, you felt him cascade down your arms with tiny pumps of his body to keep you both submerged and in place. Now at the pond’s floor, it kicked up some silt and you closed your eyes to save them. It enhanced his little touches and he trended toward your sides. He then gripped hard which you took as a signal of readiness and he trended his glans down your ass crack to what lay beneath.

You flexed your thighs in a tease and he wasn’t the least bit perturbed to stroke himself with those as opposed to your sex. He pumped a few lazy times where his glans breathed life between your legs. Your body heat coaxed them to spread, but the moment he pushed through to the other side, the cold water caused them to recede and you chanced looking down to see it. It came with stinging around the murky water, but you watched the gabbing nature of his spade shaped head flex.

It had you spreading on a backstroke where you let your eyes closed in time with him lining himself up. He swiped heavy, dragging his awaiting glans over the full of your slit before he pushed to find your entrance. It split for him ready with the water and titillating excitement of doing the deed underwater and you felt him press in at an achingly slow pace.

Unlike his usual rutting self, you squirmed at the fill and it almost seemed like he wanted to take his time in setting his spread glans. All to lock you best, he eventually settled himself deep inside and you thought you could almost feel the stretched prongs of his glans catch your pulsing walls. They’d hold you tight and ensure you’d be bred and you whine heavily into your rebreather.

It resulted in bubbles tickling your cheek and you felt some motion. That meant you couldn’t open your eyes and you were lowered until the soft mud at the bottom claimed your torso. Supple, it clung to your pointed nipples as Donnie settled above in his mount. He was using the whole of him to keep your body in place and with a few little kicks to make sure his cock was as deep as it would go, he stilled.

You waited.

You waited for a thrust.

You waited for a push.

You waited for any movement at all.

Instead he held his position firm.

You could almost feel the disturbed muck particles settle around you and there was something odd about the buoyancy. Donnie didn’t need to fight it for however his body was made up and only you had a metered weightlessness in comparison. He had you caged in place, with his plastron poured over your back and his arms holding your waist tight along with his cock. A decorated aquarium, you were the free floating plant whose roots were woven into the bespeckled rocks.

Then you felt a slow gurgle of heat.

Something like the trickle of a tapped spring, there was no eager rush but instead the tap had been turned on low. Your cunt clenched near the source and it took you a few seconds too long to realize it was his cum. A little more than the anticipatory leak, it reminded you of the way he held you down. A relaxed pace was set and it poured an even stream. He wasn’t desperate to dump as much into you as fast as possible as if you’d escape.

The implications struck you. 

You weren’t just held in place, you were stuck.

There was no exact reason for it, but something about the persistent, but slow fill made you believe he was going to hold you here for however long he was able.

In any of your studies, had you ever looked into how long underwater mating took place?

You couldn’t remember it.

All the articles had been so clinical.

Parks service notes or wildlife examinations weren’t some kind of porno.

Donnie hadn’t stopped ejaculating.

You were already submerged, but something about the whole thing made you feel as though you were trapped in a small room rapidly filling with water. 

You squirmed the slightest amount and it proved to be the only wrong action because Donnie’s teeth warned at your shoulder.

Your heart thumped loud in your packed ears.

This was different than marking possession. 

He hadn’t bitten you because he hadn’t felt the need.

You hadn’t fought back so he hadn’t felt compelled to hold you in place more than necessary.

You were stuck and couldn’t move.

Fear lighting up receptors in your brain and body, you shuddered ever so slightly and Donnie only boxed you more in as if you were cold.

You wanted to whine.

More bubbles appeared from your mask as your breathing picked up.

Cum continued to pour in.

No, pour was too fast.

Trickle was too slow.

Labeling it felt like palming metaphorical prison walls. You were looking for the escape hatch or even a barred window to shove your face into for a single breath of fresh air. It would stave off your eventual drowning. This was a puzzle. You only needed to find the key out. You were stuck in an escape room, except the means to succeed felt like fertilization.

Your cunt pulsed at the thought and you could feel Donnie’s churr more than hear it through the water.

Stuck for what felt like a long haul, your eyes cracked open to find the dust had actually settled. You were topped at the bottom of a pond and the weight of the water was a caressing one. An odd partner to Donnie’s heat, it was the good cop that told you niceties as Donnie’s cock threatened otherwise. Tossed out praises of plump stomachs and waddling walks were contrasted by a nine month sentence and you wanted to sob.

You’d asked for this.

You initiated underwater sex. 

It wasn’t anything like you imagined.

The flow continued.

Even and determined, you felt it fill your baby room and then inflate against his cock. The other fat intruder in your space, it felt no need to breathe and welcomed the suffocation. It held as a tight seal and presumably the feeling of his own body-warmed spunk caused Donnie to readjust.

A barely there press of his hips, he made sure he had you sealed up the best he could without his knot.

It was his spread holding him fully and nothing could wrench it from you.

With no off switch, the dump persisted.

It grew like a lead weight inside you and you eventually felt as though it was the thing holding you down. Pressure mounting by the second, your other organs felt like they were being shoved out of the way and you desperately wished you could pant. Losing sanity for no exact reason, you dug your teeth hard into the rubber seal of your rebreather. Both to keep it in place and to keep yourself from lashing out, you clawed your nails into the ground where they were free.

Donnie adjusted again and movement felt like steam escaping a pressure cooker.

Sperm would have floated thick from where it was desperate to escape.

He then clogged the leak and relaxed to keep forcing more into you.

You spasmed.

Not involuntary, but because you thought you might burst, Donnie immediately made good on his biting promise.

It came directly to your mating mark and it took the very last of your brain cells to keep from screaming the rebreather right out of your mouth. You were doomed to pop like a water balloon and your tears felt hot against the cool water.

It was everywhere.

All consuming.

Either water or cum.

With no end trying to invade you.

You imagined white particulates flowing from out the cracks of your nose.

The empty shell of your body bloated and sperm would emerge wherever it could.

Delirious and hot, you wondered why the you of just two days ago, wanted this.

Why had you recreated the point of fertilization over and over?

Why had you obsessed over sperm and egg?

It was too much.

It also hadn’t stopped.

It couldn’t have.

Not with the way you felt.

Not with all the heaviness of your hips.

Not with the way your body squashed like a seal against the slimy sea floor.

Your consciousness slipped.

Not passing out, but feeling as though you floated away from your body, you saw yourself mounted.

You saw the humanoid version of two softshells doing what nature compelled them.

They were settled and one would come away to grow the clutch.

You’d lay eggs near the shore where you’d dig into the same soft kind of soil you were currently buried.

Your hatchlings would fight free and you’d watch on, unable to help because that’s what instinct dictated.

They needed to fend for themselves.

Strong genes.

They’d survive.

You saw both the future and the current scene.

An odd diorama, the time now seemed as stuck as you.

The only darts were fish far away, only now brave enough now that the predator had settled.

There was also a sparkle of sunlight.

It was beautiful in a way.

It just never seemed to end.

The future tapered off, washed out by the water.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed, but it seemed like an eternity until Donnie animated.

It slammed you right back into your body where you struggled as soon as he released you. In a flash, water rushed around you like a geyser and you erupted onto the bank. Spitting out the rebreather, You gasped, starving, on fresh air and couldn’t manage to get off your dense belly. Elbows sinking into the wet shore, you coughed for the sake of it and only felt a dribble ooze between your legs.

You imagined that would be as endless as whatever you endured.

Numb and weak, you gave up clawing to collapse.

Cheek in mud you’d kicked up, the biodome was blissfully unaware to your plight and continued on as a luxurious space. 

Something scalding splashed your lower back. 

First a jolt to your oddly taxed body, it melted muscles that had been stationary until you put together what it was. 

As much as he designated his turtle status, he’d still spoken of marking once. 

Fulfilling one feral instinct must have bred another. 

He peed out a surprising amount considering he hadn’t taken a drink, but you also hadn’t seen him use the restroom since his heat started. Stuck on what seemed like a conundrum, you could think of how that’d make it especially potent. Other than touch, little more came to your dulled senses and you almost enjoyed the heat of it. Unlike the one that had scorched the earth of your interior, this one mimicked hot stones that your battered body almost needed. 

Flowing along your spine, it pooled warmth in the dip in the lowest part of your back. Stopped by your butt, it trailed to the sides where it dripped off. Not clingy, the cascade then disappeared and you supposed there was a certain level of intimacy to this. Something about sharing fluids and then the larger idea of marking that appealed to Donnie made sense. 

The stream stopped and you could almost see Donnie lost with the whites still consuming his eyes from dark urges. 

He then appeared to prove you wrong and you only stared at him with a murky gaze. He dipped his beak down to nudge you. You made some sort of sound and it must have been a worrisome one. You also hadn’t moved which was probably troubling for him. He was gentle in pulling you further up the bank.

The drag made you feel like you were trailing white slime.

You were a slug and the sun was just as intrusive as your partner.

They’d meant to eradicate you so you curled up into yourself and eventually something came overtop you.

It made no sense as to what, but the harsh light was offset so you gave up your last will and succumbed to sleep.

You never really dreamed during Donnie’s heat.

It was the first thought that occurred to you as you surfaced.

It felt like an ambiguous revelation and you groped for more.

It only resulted in grass between your fingers and a brush of fabric overtop.

That wasn’t your nest’s make-up.

Your eyes were open then and you saw white cotton dyed with orange.

It took you a few more seconds to blink off exhaustion and pull down the sheet that had been thrown over your body. The dome’s lattice sat dutifully overhead, but the sun was no longer glaring you down. It was gone somewhere, walking its usual trip across the sky and ready to clock out.

You never had asked Donnie if anyone in the upper floors could see down in here.

It seemed like a moot point as you’d already been naked for days, but you still wondered.

With an ache, you sat up from sleeping on the hard ground and felt your abdomen pulse.

Reaching down and pressing a hand to the usual curve of it, it didn’t seem out of sorts, but the memories of what had transpired underwater rushed you.

You then snapped side to side where you found Donnie awake, laying beside you, and patiently monitoring.

You tackled him onto his carapace and shouted in his face, “What was that?!”

He peeped, unsure.

“That was so much!” You released him and hovered over top. “Too much cum!”

His head lifted to watch you closely.

“Where do you keep it all?” You felt crazed and fell onto your hip beside him.

Freed, he perked further up and his gaze roved as he examined you.

You caught his chin and tipped him up to kiss him. His muscles went slack against you and you had to chase him back down to the ground. You felt a similar toll on him and gave up making sense of it all. Donnie was his own kind of being and, while you could make educated guesses, he couldn’t be so easily compared.

You pressed with purpose, trying to siphon a response from him where he could not. He allowed it and stunted churrs broke as he lost oxygen during each kiss. It caused him to pant against you where you swallowed up his sounds with a dip of your tongue. Siphoning off this life force in contrast to the one he’d forced into you, you wound your tongue around his with desperation.

Each time you came up he squeaked and gasped against the supposed suffocation. “You literally spent hours fucking me underwater. Don’t pretend like you can’t breathe.”

You scolded him with your tongue and teeth and he met you with as much open mouth enthusiasm as he could muster. However the act was conveyed to him, he clearly found it a pleasurable one and you were moving farther onto his plastron to get the necessary height. He then chased you on one of your head lifting retreats and you berated him by crushing him down into the grass.

He churred needy, but you made out at most, until he began to chirp deliriously. 

Only then did you finally throw a leg over his torso.

The sides of his plastron nipped your thighs and he nervously palmed your hips to push you down where he needed you.

Biting down on his tongue for a hard suck, he gave a sharp mating call and finally you slid far enough back.

You bumped each other in a grab to unlatch the sleeve. 

Once freed it was a quick lift and drop before his cock was buried into you.

Muscles battered, you wilted slightly and he lifted up to bend and chase your lips.

You caught his head the best you could to drink him in and upon the next slide of your tongue against his, he came hard and fast.

Moaning into his mouth, your eyes rolled back. “How-!?”

He ground you down onto him and shoved his mouth open against yours.

“-does-?” A press stole your words and you kissed him the best you could under his insistence. “-this turn you on? You don’t even get it-!”

He refused to let you have more and you toppled over where he began to roll his hips straight through his orgasm.

He was perfectly positioned and the ache of having never cum crushed you with a million times more force than the pond ever had. “Oh, fuck! Donnie!”

Another mating call for your excitement, you found your arms and encircled him to hold on.

He readjusted himself for an even better connection and you cried out his name again and again as targeted pleasure wound.

With a slight nudge to your cheek, you turned into him and he kissed you.

While nothing had, you felt like everything stopped.

You then watched as Donnie pulled his head back to look you over with a semi-focused gaze. “G-good…”

“D-Donnie?!”

For however he was there, he also wasn’t and curled closer to you. “Mm, feels good, love.”

“Donnie!” You pulled him into another kiss and he gave it with practiced ease.

He mewled a little to reluctantly part. “You… okay?”

“Good, so good! Is it… is your heat almost over…? It hasn’t been long at all!” You sent your attention downward and didn’t feel the thick of his knot.

“Hmm?” He drew out the hum and dipped his arms to hike your legs up.

It sent him to even more of your favorite spots and you babbled how much you missed it.

“Good mate.” He groaned, feeling you squeeze him. “A-Amazing.”

“I-“ Your voice bobbed with your body. “-don’t-” You felt your chest bounce. “-understand!”

“Gonna cum for me…?” He slurred affection.

“M-missed you!” You tried to find a better hold on him as your orgasm loomed close. “I missed you! I missed you!” 

“Missed…” The word struck him odd and his hips didn’t stop, but his brow ridge creased. “M-mating…season…?”

“Yes!” You sobbed in pleasure and response.

“Are you…?” He seemed to look you over with the most comprehension yet.

“Good! Incredible! We’re good! So, so good! It’s been the best!!” You were so close you felt your neurons misfiring on your tongue.

“My heart…” With a final hoist of your legs, he plowed your g-spot and you came hard.

It wrung your mind out and the dripping wet juices came down in your vision as cerebral stardust.

“Love you!” He shouted through the void.

“L-love!!” You drooled and felt him grunt with his own orgasm.

No knot.

All you could think was his knot hadn’t expanded.

What did come down was the drawbridge of his body.

Moat accessible, you were still cozy in the castle and panted after what felt like a triathlon.

The rush of your own blood ringing in your ears, the weight of your mate became too much and you gave a wobbly push with your arms against his.

He gave a broken chirp and abated some of his weight where he didn’t seem able to fully retreat.

“Do-nnie…!”

He chirped again and nosed close to you.

You tilted your head to find darkened eyes staring back. “Don…?”

His lids closed as if he hadn’t heard you.

He’d surfaced for only a moment, a dull thought came.

You had no idea why, but he’d momentarily come to.

What a nice surprise.

In and out of attention, you were eventually carried back to the nest. Placed with as much care as incoordination could afford, you curled up against a pillow. Donnie kicked up some things for the sake of it and eventually settled down beside you with a few exhausted cheeps.

You mostly slept until a few hours before your call with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

Scheduled for noon day five, you had a lot of cleaning up to do when you woke. There was the fact that you’d tracked half the pond’s mud into your otherwise pristine nest. Donnie had a minor fit over you tossing brown stained sheets, but settled when you brought in the new ones that he had scented prior for this instance. You were barely able to keep him from mucking those up and somehow got him to rinse off in the outdoor shower.

With him mostly clean, he scampered off where his mind demanded he fix his nest and you took your turn. Actually washing yourself in contrast to your mate, you found the tenderness where he’d bitten your shoulder the day before. It was sadly left subjected to its environment so you scrubbed as best you could and hoped those antibiotics worked amongst the pond scum. Refreshed, you hung a towel over your head and air dried while you downed water like you hadn’t had one in days and ate with a sudden starvation that you hadn’t known was percolating.

Donnie’s season was something else and you were perched on a pillow right at the edge of the nest when you dialed your phone.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. picked up after one ring. “Good news!?”

You leaned away from his volume. “Hey, Shelly.”

“Y/N!”

“What do you even mean by that?” You chuckled and toed at where Donnie was laid out by your feet.

Your mate looked at you with a sleepy expression from all his hard nest work.

“I mean…!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. started and stopped. “I mean I guess you did call me exactly on time so that’s a good sign.”

“It’s going good?” You clarified.

“Yeah?”

“Yup, everything accounted for minus Donnie killing a fish and trying to give it to me like a cat and a whole underwater fiasco.”

“Did he Black Lagoon you?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. fussed.

“No, no. It was a totally different thing you’ll think is gross, that we didn’t guess.”

“Oh huh…” Your son hummed.

“But food’s good. Water’s good. All supplies, yeah. I could crush some fast food, but that’s just like the ‘please feed me carbs’ side of my body from all the working out.”

“Hm, hm.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a scholarly hum.

“It’s good.”

“You sound happy.” He softened on the line.

��I am… Donnie… kind of… surfaced? Yesterday. It’s  hard to explain, but he spoke and was present for a few minutes.”

“Weird!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. stretched the word out.

“Yeah. Now he’s back to being his old feral heat self though.” You finally reached him in a stretch and he gave a faint chirp as you tapped his arm.

“Gotcha! Well… I don’t want any details so as long as you both are happy…!”

You laughed. “Thank you for worrying.”

“Yup! Always!”

“We’re still having our Donnie-free weekend after this?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. revved so loud you could hear it. “Yes! You owe me!! Sleep over at my house!!!”

“I do. After the hospital and the whole you not being able to come over because Leo is terrified of you.”

“He cried like a baby!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sang. “He’s so funny.”

“Shelly!” You pretended to scold. “Stop! He was a broken man!”

“Broken man scared of a kid like half his age!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cackled.

You booed him.

Coming down from clucks, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sighed. “Yeah, well. He’s fine now so whatever! Anyway, we’re gonna have so much fun! Play all the video games! Make up for lost time!”

“Why do I feel like by lost time you mean all the way back to when you weren’t ever a baby.”

“Okay, I may have one or two story books…”

“My wicked son.”

“My patient mother!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cooed back.

You chuckled.

“Plus, isn’t it practice?”

“Hopefully not anytime soon.” You tapped Donnie again and this time his lids stayed shut.

“Yeah, but still.”

“Nah. You aren’t practice. You’re my first.”

The quiet ticked on for so long that you pulled your phone away to make sure the call was still connected.

“Shelly?”

“I-I-I-!” He blubbered.

You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “You okay? I’m sorry if I said something wrong…”

“No!” He hiccupped and snorted as if he had a congested nose.

You made a sad, unsure sound.

Donnie’s head came up.

“No, no!” You heard a clink of metal and imagined S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was wiping his face. “I’m not upset! I guess… I guess I just always thought… I mean our family thing has always been a joke so… Is calling you ‘mom’ insensitive? What am I-!?”

“It’s not a joke!”

He quieted.

“It was… Obviously, it was at first, but Shelly, you are my son. I don’t care. I’ll sign the adoption papers even though you’re an adult. If anything were ever to happen to Donnie and me…” You stared hard at Donnie who’d come closer as the conversation turned. “Even if we stopped dating, you’d still be my son. Even if you moved on, I think I’d always think of you that way.”

There was another bout of silence and you felt anxious.

Donnie rested his chin against your thigh.

You pet him reassuringly.

“I-I’m so-sorry…!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. eventually choked out.

“No, I am. I’m upsetting you and I can’t be there to-!”

“No!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. screamed off the speaker before he returned. “No! All these ‘no’s haven’t been complaints! I don’t know how to process this! I’m saying stop being sorry! I’m overwhelmed! These emotions are confusing and new!!”

“O-oh…”

“Yeah!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came down with a huff of air though none of it translated on the receiver. “I love it. I love you. I’m just… you know, experiencing familial emotions for the first time in my life and freaking out a little!”

“Ah!”

“Yeah!”

“I want to apologize again!”

“Don’t!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sighed. “It’s good… Ugh I feel weird though. I like, want to run around, but I also don’t so it’s all… ew!”

“Gross human feelings.” You chastised. “Like love!” 

“Yeah.”

“Welcome to… being a child? Or having a family? Which sounds better?”

“Both?” He seemed just as unsure.

“You going to be alright?”

“Yes!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. scoffed. “It’s a happy thing! Just weird! New weird!”

You smiled. “Okay, okay. Text me if you need anything.”

“That should be my thing! Stop! Subverting our cool new official roles!”

“You’re not some caregiver!”

“Blah blah blah!! No more emotions thank you! I’m hanging up! Love you! Bye!”

“Love you too! Bye-!”

He hung up.

You pulled the phone away and laughed as it timed out.

Donnie chirped curiously beside you.

“Our son is so much like us and not.” You tucked the phone away and then scooped up your mate’s face. “That’s being parents, I guess.”

Donnie churred a little even though his face said he was confused.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “Look at you. You weren’t threatened by the phone call at all. You’re so comfortable now! You don’t even get jealous of Shelly anymore!” Throwing your weight, you bowled him over.

He fell with you, chirping happily in the sheets.

“I’m proud of you. Proud to be with you.” You told him as you came down.

He leaned forward obviously ready to receive a kiss.

“I’d be more proud if you could figure out something simple like kissing back!” You shook your head and gave him one anyway.

He gave a mating call against your lips and you returned it into his face. You moved to wrestle him and he was in just the right mood for it. Tumbling, there was a distinct lack of sexual drive to it and he only gave into being playful with you. You giggled all the while and he eventually collapsed back to let you win which you nipped at him for. He clicked a protest, but it devolved into happy chirps as you threw a pillow over his face.

You lasted a few hours until you made love again and it felt like a whole affair. Intimate and careful, there were contrasts amongst the drive. You weren’t sure if the last time had been such a blur or if this was the true norm, but you cherished every second. You got to watch the deep satisfaction pass over your mate’s face during his release and you etched it into your mind. The whole of him was yours and you cradled him close long after he’d given up chirping curiously at your subdued change.

When you awoke late that night, you were buried in a divot that had both of you pressed flush. With a bit of sheet pulled up to protect you from his pectoral scutes, you were otherwise tucked in together and you looked up at his sleep slack face. Feeling then specifically how connected you were, you nudged him lightly if only for him to see it as well.

He roused first with a few concerns, then surveying your happy mood brought sugary churrs. You kissed into his cheek lazily and pressed close to him. In a thump, you sensed your hearts beating together and you knew this would carry far beyond when Donnie’s season ended. Like last time, he’d known you’d drawn closer, but this time he would understand why. He’d know as soon as he saw you consciously that any separation that had still been lingering was eradicated. There was no longer some distinction between him and this supposed other persona. You were all his on all levels and nothing more would pull you apart.

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[copiousloverofcopia]

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Multi-Chapter Works:

⛧  Tied As One Eternally  (COMPLETE) >>> Terzo & OC Sister Alessandra Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) has had his eye on Sister Alessandra for some time, while she wants nothing to do with him. Now with Nihil breathing down Terzo's neck and the papacy on the line, will the devoted sister give in and accept his offer? (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Angst/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Terzo x Alessandra Sequel Snippets (Mini sequels to the Papas in Love stories): 🜏 No Worries There Terzo introduces baby Filomena to Primo and Secondo for the first time. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 La Corsa Della Tua Vita Alessandra teases Terzo for a small taste when neither of them can control their lust for one another. (NSFW-Romance/Slight Bondage) 🜏 DracuMena It is a stormy night at the Abbey and a small, but very tenacious vampire is on the loose. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Romance/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 If You Insist Only weeks before their second child is born, Terzo and his Prime Mover Alessandra decide to help one another relax. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Lactation Kink) 🜏 Won't Be the Last Alessandra struggles with leaky breasts during her last trimester and Terzo is more than happy to help put them to good use. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Lactation Kink) 🜏 Here Comes the Son Alessandra is so tired of being pregnant. Terzo and her have tried everything but still no baby. Will he ever show up? (SFW-Fluff/Birth/Pregnancy/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 Don't You Dare After Terzo gets drunk and Alessandra babysits him at the Cardinal's accession party, things get interesting as they return to the Papal suites. (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Breeding Kink) 🜏 Practice What You Preach Alessandra struggles to get the kids ready for Black Mass that Terzo is leading today, a conversation needing to be had looming over them. When Terzo only adds to her stress, Ale denies him only to have things come to ahead in the chapel after Mass ends. (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Chapel sex/Mentions of pregnancy) 🜏 While the Cat's Away Alessandra leaves Terzo in charge of the kids…chaos ensures. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 Chocolate Syrup Alessandra gets a day of relaxation which gets blissfully interrupted by Terzo and his ghoul Omega. (NSFW-Romance/threesome w/Omega/Ghoul sex/Pregnancy sex) 🜏 Terzo's Day The Ministry celebrates Father's Day with an annual BBQ cook out. Terzo reflects on becoming a father and the newfound meaning to the day when he learns an unspoken truth about his brother. (SFW-Fluff/Family/Angst/Father's Day) 🜏 The Greatest Honor Terzo and Alessandra have some news to share with the rest of the Emeritus family, though not everyone is excited. (SFW-Fluff/Family/Angst/Pregnancy announcement)

⛧ Holy Mary (IN PROGRESS) Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church. (Dubious Consent/Romance/Breeding/Pregnancy/Blood/Blasphemy Kink)

One Off Works:

Divino del Sangue Sister Vittoria roams the halls of the Abbey on a stormy night, on her way to meet her lover for a late night rendezvous. (NSFW-Vampre Terzo, Blood) The Monstrance Clock is Ticking You've been invited to help Papa III and Cardinal Copia with a very pressing matter. (NSFW- Threeway w/Copia/Breeding Kink/Sex w/ the intention of pregnancy) Solo la Vostra Fueled by both his passion and rage, a resurrected Papa Emeritus III seeks solace with you, his most faithful of followers. (NSFW-Resurrected Terzo, Blood) Among the Flowers It's been a stressful day at the Abbey and you go to your favorite spot to unwind, pining for your lover Terzo...when an unexpected surprise happens. (NSFW-Romance/Comfort) When You Wake Up You'll never get used to him leaving. You try to wait up for Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) to come home after a trip before he starts the Meliora tour but end up falling asleep. (SFW-Fluff/Romance/Comfort) Ginger Thins You've been in a haze of your illness, batted down by its fury when Terzo comes to help you feel a bit better... (NSFW-Fluff/Romance/Comfort) L'Annunciazione Oscura You've been in a haze of your illness, batted down by its fury when Terzo comes to help you feel a bit better... (NSFW-Breeding Kink/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Bad Day You're stress level has reached its peak as you find yourself alone in the cloister. Alone in your thoughts and feeling the world closing in you feel a familiar squeeze. (SFW-Part 1/2/Comfort/Fluff) Good Night After your "Bad Day", Terzo is more than happy to help you forget about your stress. (NSFW-Part 2/2/Romance/Comfort) An Acquired Taste While on your moon you discover that Papa Emeritus III may have returned from the dead. There are only whispers and rumors, but you can't fight the feeling and need to go see for yourself. (NSFW-Vampire Terzo/Blood/Resurrected Terzo/Dark Romance/Period Sex) In the Light of the Fire Terzo and you have been trying to start your family, his reigns now handed over to the Cardinal, but the business in the Abbey hasn't given you alone time together. Tonight he promised would be different so you wait by the fire for him to arrive. (NSFW-Romance/Breeding Kink/Humor/Sex w/ the intention of pregnancy) They Come At Night The Cardinal has been sneaking out at night, tonight you find out where he goes. (NSFW-Three-way with Copia/Vampire Terzo/Dracopia/Blood/Resurrected Terzo/Dark Romance/Period Sex) Too Small Couch A night spent cuddling and binge watching your favorite shower with your lovers, Cardinal Copia and Papa Emeritus III. (SFW- Hanging w/Copia/Fluff/Comfort/Humor/Non-Gendered reader) Scorching You are feeling self-conscious about your growing pregnant belly while Terzo reminds you just how beautiful you truly are. (NSFW-Romance/Body Worship/Pregnancy sex)

Ghristmas in the Attic It's Christmas day at the Abbey and while "Christmas" itself isn't celebrated, the Winter Solstice is. Your lover, Terzo Emeritus has a surprise waiting for you under the grand tree, intriguing and thoughtful. (NSFW-Christmas/Yule/Romance/Fluff/Surprise gift) The Moon and Stars Align The moon and the stars have aligned and the night to procreate the unholy bastard of the Emeritus heir has now arrived for Terzo and his Prime Mover. (NSFW-Romance/Breeding Kink/Ritual/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Rope Burn Terzo Emeritus is tired of being the one in control all the time, of always being the one to call the shots. You help him unwind in a way only you are allowed. (NSFW-Male reader/Light BDSM/Crying/Rope/Knifeplay/Aftercare) Thinking of You Papa Emeritus III misses you while touring and finds a way to occupy his time...and hand. (NSFW-Masturbation/Tour bus/Angst/Spit Kink) Smeared Paint Though you are hesitant...Terzo insists that you take your seat. (NSFW-Oral Sex/Face Ridding/Sex from behind) Held You have pushed yourself too hard dear sorella, and Terzo is here to remind you that you deserve your rest. (SFW-Sleepy Sister/Comfort) Gelato Terzo and you enjoy some gelato while battling the heat in the Abbey courtyard...until Terzo decides to make you his sweet, sticky treat. (NSFW-Romance/Food Play)

Terzo One Off Works Featuring Other's OCs):

Someone For Who I Belong (feat. OC Scarlett) A Sister of Sin battles her inner demons and troubled past when her lover decides to prove to her she is no longer alone. (NSFW-Romance/Blood/Ritual/Angst/Cardinal Terzo) The Confessional (feat. OC of @ryuzatodraws from their masterpiece Luce Perduta) Sister of Sin Lucilla is Papa Emeritus the III's most devout of followers but her feelings for him have grown to a level she can no longer control and must confess to someone. (NSFW-Confession booth sex, Loss of virginity) Lupercalia (feat. OC of @ryuzatodraws from their masterpiece Luce Perduta) Sister of Sin Lucilla is about to embark on her first Lupercalian celebration with Papa Emeritus the III. While her lover is quite experienced and thrilled to show her all the sins of the flesh, the dauting reality of participating in the Asmodeus ritual begins to set in. (NSFW-Valentine's Day/Lupercalia/Romance/Mentions of Orgy) Driven to Madness (feat. OC of @kittenburps) Sister of Sin Lucrecia has caught the eye of Papa Emeritus III. While neither one will admit their full feelings for the other, an innocent gesture between her and a new sibling of sin makes Terzo need to remind her to whom she belongs. (NSFW-Jealousy/Dominance/Rough sex/Possessive)

⚠️COPIIA-Unrelated/Non-related AU⚠️

As the Night Settled In (Spin off from Let There Be Night) Copia pulls an all nighter after becoming Cardinal and gets some much-needed release when he gets back to his lover. (NSFW-Romance/MFM/Established relationship/UNRELATED/NON-RELATED AU)

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Transformers Live Action (Bayverse 'All', knightverse/ROTB)

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[savs-sims98]

Something To Look Forward To

Premise: Sylvannah has a serious conversation with Astarion about becoming a father.

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/savs-sims98/760088578100461568/lex-talionis

Part 3:

Astarion X OC

| 18+, Mentions of making a baby, fluff, body positivity, self-love, mentions of pregnancy, slight humping, angst, breeding kink |

The group had gone back to camp for the day. The sun was starting to set and there wouldn’t be much daylight left for traveling. Sylvannah had something on her mind for most of the day. She had her powers for a bit now and she started to think of all the ways she could use her powers. There was one thing in particular that she needed to discuss with Astarion. After getting back and relaxing for about an hour she worked up the courage to talk to him.

Sylvannah had been laying in her tent and went to go find her love. He was seated in front of his tent reading. Astarion had his small red stool scooted by his table. His head was buried into the Necromancy of Thay as it rested on the table in his hands. He looked cute she thought. Small curls falling in front of his scrunched face. He looked like he was concentrating hard on the text in front of him.

“Astarion?” She asked trying to hide the nervousness behind her voice.

His head perked up from the book and a smile fell across his face. “Yes, love?”

“Could we talk in your tent? It’s nothing bad it’s just private. It’s just between us and I don’t want anyone to hear.” She said as she pointed to the door of his tent.

“Of course” he stated. He could tell she was nervous but he smiled sweetly to try and calm her.

Once they had made their way into his tent Sylvannah sat down on his bedroll. Astarion sat in front of her and took her shaky hands in his.

“What is it Sylvannah? I noticed you were a tad quiet today, but I didn’t want to mention anything unless you did.” He said as he squeezed her hands.

“I just need to ask you something. It’s hard for me to talk about my feelings sometimes. If you could just let me word vomit and not speak until I’m done. It would make it a lot easier on me to get across what is on my mind.” She said in one breath. She was already doing it. When Sylvannah got nervous she had a tendency to talk too much.

He looked at her with all of his attention and his ears drooped ever so slightly. Showing her he was at ease. Astarion shook his head “Alright”

Sylvannah felt calmer seeing his body language. She took a deep breath and held onto his hands. She was ready to tell him she wanted to give him a baby.

“There was a time when you told me that you were in the prime of your life when you were turned. You’ve been a vampire for 200 years. Now, I don’t know if you ever thought about having a family back then. I’m sure you were the prime age to become a father.”

She paused for a moment to gauge his reaction. He was just looking back at her. Waiting for her to continue, as he rubbed circles on her hands. It felt nice and she breathed deeply and exhaled again.

“With my new powers. I can give us a baby, and I know you’re going to ask me if this is really what I want. The choices of my body are mine. When it came to Gortash and all those years spent with him. I thought that this was something I didn’t want. Then I met you. My mind changed. I understood then that I wanted one, just with the right person.”

Her mind was racing at this point, but Astarion kept his composure. He had to hold back and give her time. He’d be lying to himself if he said he never thought of her as a mother. Seeing her with Arabella and Yenna he thought she’d make a wonderful mom. She was patient with them, stern when she needed to be, but he could tell the children loved her.

Sometimes when she was asleep he thought about what she would look like sleeping with a small bump. He always pushed back these thoughts because he didn’t think she wanted that. He didn’t even think about these things until being with her either.

“Astarion, my mind is made up when it comes to us. If you want to have a family. I want to give that to you. Of course after all this fighting is done and over with. After we go deal with my father. I would do this for you. For both of us.”

Sylvannah was finally done. She watched as Astarion sit silently. Thinking to himself. After a moment of silence he spoke.

“What do you think they will look like?” He asked with a big smile on his face.

Tears started coming down her face. He pulled her into a hug. Astarion held her close and wiped the tears from her face. “Why were you so scared to talk to me about your feelings?”

“I just didn’t know if it was a stupid suggestion all together, and it is a whole baby.”

“This isn’t stupid. I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up myself, but I just didn’t know if thats what we wanted for our relationship. We’ve both taken more lives than we can count. Making one though. That sounds nice.” He stated firmly. He hugged her one last time before they went back out to the campsite. Sylvannah felt like a giant weight had been taken off of her back. From now on she would not hesitate to talk about her thoughts and feelings.

_______________

The sun had set by now. The group was eating and enjoying their evening. Sylvannah and Shadowheart were sitting together laughing. Astarion lay on a bedroll not too far from the fire. He watched as they talked. He looked at her abdomen. Now that she had planted the idea in his head, he could not stop thinking about her swole with their babe. What would she be like? She would be lovely of course. She’d have new aches and pains and he would attend to her every need.

Astarion wanted nothing more than to climb into one of their tents and feel her. He wanted to place his hands on the soft spot of her stomach. He just wanted to be close to her and imagine their future together. Suddenly, he noticed most of camp had gone to their tents for the night. He followed Sylvannah into hers.

Once they got settled into her tent Sylvannah noticed something. Astarion was lying almost eye level with her stomach. He had one arm around her back. The other was rubbing her abdomen. It was a comforting feeling. She could feel the excitement radiating off of him as his hand pressed down a little.

“Y’know there’s nothing in there yet?” She looked at him giggling

“I know, but I can imagine. I can picture what our future will hold. I love your body. Not just because we are physical with each other. I love every inch of you. Sylvannah I love this part of your body most.” As he said this his hand worked from her stomach to her thighs. Then he caressed her hip. “The sway of your hips when you walk. The way your thighs shake in battle.”

She could start crying again, but she held it together. She listened to him as he spoke. How he talked about her body like it was a temple for worship. Her stomach wasn’t big, but the little pudge she did have always was a point of bother. Astrarion made sure she understood he loved her how she was. That she was perfect to him.

“Most of all I love your middle. The way it moves when we make love. Dipping up and down as you pant for me. When you’re at your highest it gets so wound and tight and I know you’re about to come for me. Although right now I’m thinking about something new.”

Astarion had that look of mischief in his eyes. The look he’d get right before a hunt. He looked at Sylvannah directly in her eyes. She blushed at the sight of him. He looked like he wanted to pounce.

“I’m thinking about how it’ll look with our baby nestled inside. How tender and blushed you’ll look. I know it’ll be hard, but I have all the confidence in you my dear. To think someday soon this will be the spot where we grow our first child.” He was growing hard. He didn’t care. Astarion wanted nothing more than to rip that corset off of her and put a baby in her. Get so deep in her there’s no doubt she’s with child. He pulled her close and kissed her. As he did so he ground his hips against her desperately.

“I want a baby, now.” He growled into her ear.

She was breathless. Sylvannah wanted this so bad. To have him take her now and use her powers to grow a new life. They both knew this had to wait. It would be extremely foolish and dangerous to get pregnant during all of this.

“Astarion we have to wait. Besides, this will give us both something to look forward to. But I don’t see why we can’t make love tonight. You seem awfully worked up.” She smiled at him like a fox.

He loved seeing her like that. Standing her ground and being assertive. It made his heart sore to know that he’d get to spend the rest of his new life with this woman, and someday their children.

“I know, I am glad we had this talk. I think we would make great parents. Despite both of us being class A criminals.” Astarion laughed as he pulled her close.

Sylvannah was laughing and as she did she felt his hard on against her. She scooched her behind up to him and rubbed herself along it. “How many do you think we could fit in there?”

“I think we could shoot for triplets.” He said playfully.

They made love through the night and he held her extra close to him that night. He just gained more than he could even grasp. Sylvannah loved him so much. She held onto him too running her fingers through his white locks. She wanted to enjoy the time they had together. Soon it would be more than just the two of them. She couldn’t wait to carry his child and see the proud look on his face. The proud look of a father.