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bonesofapoet · 2 years

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the night that keeps our secrets

[ cullen rutherford x inquisitor!reader ]

author’s note: him!!! beloved!!!! loml !!!! i am so fucking soft for this guy you have no idea. anyway - the one where its the inquisitor, whose head is heavy under the weight of a crown they did not ask for. angst, comfort, alcohol mention

word count: 1568

The battlements were quiet that night.

Torchlight shone faint in the darkness. The range between the dying embers had grown long and sparse where a sentry was not required. Absolute darkness reigned wholeheartedly, where repairs to the old crumbling masonry had not yet been completed. Only the starlight kept you company here, on this stretch of stone that had become yours and yours alone. Moonlight illuminates the heart you allow to bleed on your sleeve in the presence of no one but the Maker, Andraste, the Elvhen gods of old.

Skyhold was at peace, after such a harrowing win. A raging celebration had cloaked your base from the stables all the way to Leliana's aviary - a collective exhale, finally, breathed new life into not only the Inquisition itself, but those supporting the cause you had, once upon a time, questioned on your own. It was infectious, this taste of victory, especially when the road to get here was long and cruel and tedious. Roaring fires have calmed to kindling now, the rest of the Keep not too far behind for the night.

There was still much to be done, but this night provided a vital respite that no one seemed to oppose.

It was a calm thing, at such an hour so late. The pathways up into the depths of the stronghold were occupied by the occasional pair, group, lone survivor stumbling to bed in their own corner of the castle.

Your time was your own, now - and by the way Bull kept sliding rounds of Maraas-Lok your way - it was a welcome thing, slipping away from your friends. Dawn was fast approaching, and you hoped to at least have your head about you when the time came to greet it. Sleep sounded a welcome way to temper the evening, but - exhausted as you were - it would never stay for long. So, here you came. Slipped away through the shortcut passages that were less traveled, less well known among those that weren’t under your direct chain of command.

Not many knew to look for you here. Save Cole, because he was Cole. He watched over you, here at Skyhold. Out of sight, always, but without a doubt, at your back nonetheless. Leliana, of course - the Nightingale was spymaster of the Inquisition for a reason. And, finally -

"Oh, I - there you are. I've been looking for you."

Cullen.

So lost in your thoughts as you were, with your gaze tipped up, up, up, towards silver-lined clouds wisping over bright constellations and velvety darkness alike. The steady breeze gliding over your skin had a calming effect this evening. Gentle as it was, a natural balm to any sleepless night, especially on the worst ones. You hadn't realized this serenity had been broken by heavy footfalls on stone, and, hidden by the wind swirling past, was the familiar rustle of the fur cloak he never went without.

"Didn't I leave you fast asleep in my quarters?"

Starlight painted a smile upon your lips, and you wore it with all the grace and beauty of the Divine. Cullen had to stop, when your face turned from the heavens to him, down here on Thedas. If it weren't for the brisk mountain air grounding him here and now, he would be drifting away, lost in the radiant presence of the Inquisitor - his Inquisitor. A smile began to rise upon his lips, and he ducked his head in shadow. A blush began to bloom, and he knew you wouldn't leave it be.

"You did," he says to the stones. "And you -" He steps closer, eyes tipping up towards yours, watching him. There's a glint in your eye; the one he’s learned to mean mischief. At his expense tonight, no doubt. " - slipped away without a trace."

A small laugh escapes you, loud in contrast to the quiet of the night. Your hands drummed upon the chipped stone in front of you, an idle movement to occupy your body. You had become so much more restless, since you were crowned Inquisitor.

"I didn't want to wake you."

"You didn't think I'd notice you were gone?" This time it was Cullen, who chased away the silence with a quiet laugh of his own. He reaches for you, a hand skimming along your spine. It's gentle, his touch, softer without the leather gloves always hugging his skin. "My love, I always notice when you're gone."

Your smile is warm, his words taking root in your chest to grow a beautiful garden in your heart. As for it reaching your eyes, as it so often does. . .

Cullen notices, of course, when it doesn't.

His smile wavers, all space between you disappearing when you lean into his touch. Your name is quiet, when it leaves his lips. It's spoken with reverence, always his favorite prayer to sing even when you are no longer near.

“Are you all right?”

It was unintentional, to laugh at his question. And yet, that didn’t stop the sound from spilling into the night, swirling above with the snow that had just begun to fall. They were both gentle in delivery, the flakes weightless and fluffy as they shone bright in the rays of moonlight that remained. The clouds were thick and glowing now, heavy under the weight of unfallen snow. Your voice was loud in the darkness, loud in comparison to the quiet worry that Cullen always held for you.

But, the world had become heavy, even in victory. Leading the Inquisition came with a price you kept to yourself, most days.

Heavy is the head, as they say.

“I don’t think I have a choice but to be, do I?”

His touch stills, and you both turn your eyes out towards the darkness, out into the world beyond Ferelden, beyond Orlais, where trouble is no doubt lurking. Somewhere, it’s hunting for you. It never stops.

The breath Cullen takes is unsteady, yet his tone remains soft. Tender. “In front of the Inquisition? Your troops and allies? No, I’m afraid not - the stakes. . . None of us have that luxery. Though -”

It’s gentle, when he pulls you into him. You breathe in the comfort of leather and sandalwood, the faint air of celebration and strong liquor still clinging to him for dear life. The hand that isn’t holding you rises to rub circles along your back. Traces soothing lines down your side to twine his fingers through your own. It doesn’t take long before you're burying your face into his furs.

Cullen says your name again, all quiet and warm and strong. “You have a choice with me. Always.” a kiss is pressed to your crown, and it lingers. Lingers. Lingers. “With all of us in your council, really. Just as we know we have a choice around you.”

Too soon are you creating space from one another, but Cullen is stepping back to tilt your chin up from the safety of him, to the uncharted glory of the sky. Snowflakes are swirling just a little bit quicker now, the wind coming to bite, rather than soothe. You bring your eyes down to meet his veiled amber gaze, breath shaking at the warm look he’s giving you now. It’s the one you’ve seen only when you come home hurt.

You nod, the heaviness of your crown resting a little easier now. A little less heavy, but a little more snug. Cullen offers you a smile - something small, something aching, and he begins to tug you forward by the hand. You don’t fall into him again, because he’s walking backwards in time with your steps, back the way he had come.

“That’s it, love. What do you say we continue this back inside? It’s getting a little too cold for my taste.”

A smile of your own begins to take shape upon your lips. “Welcome to the dregs of the Inquisition, Commander. Most of us don’t have a shiny rack of Templar armor to cozy under, believe it or not.”

“Oh, is that what you think? That it is warmer than it is dreadfully heavy?,” he tugs you harder with the next step, and this time he has to catch you so you don’t trip. The noise of shock that pierces through the snowfall mixes with a laugh as Cullen keeps teasing. “I brave the cold to find you, and then you twist your dagger where you can, hm?”

“I suppose -” you begin. The grin spreading across your lips is coated in irony and dripping with sugary sweetness. “- someone other than Sera should keep you on your toes. Unless, of course, you’d rather I leave it all up to her and her bees-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“You didn’t like the bees?”

“Inquisitor.”

“Yes?”

“Maker’s breath - just - I - let’s go inside.” Cullen huffs, turning on his heels to leave you laughing in the face of the dark of the night. Snow was catching in his furs, his golden hair still glowing bright in the ethereal glow of snowfall - a beacon for you, in the darkness. The grip on your hand tightened, and you couldn’t help squeeze back, laughing an apology as you finally kept pace with his strides.

When you begin to shiver, the weight of a fur cloak is slung around your shoulders; the warmth burying you in a wave of peace - the first you’ve felt in months - and you rode that wave all the way to your quarters through dawn.

#cullen rutherford x inquisitor #cullen rutherford x reader #cullen rutherford imagine #cullen rutherford #pterodactyl screech into the fade #!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im going feral i canNOT-#kas writes #dragon age inquisition

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afreakingdork · 11 months

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Weak Spot - Chapter 43

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

I'm so soft for this week's chapter art by @garbagemilkshake

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, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises

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?

HUGE EAT SPLITTING PTERODACTYL SCREECH to @unknownfanartist who once did an amazing animation that inspired the crux of this chapter! I genuinely don't know if the patreon saw it, but I sure did. It still lives in my brain rent free and sometimes I just open it on my phone and stare.

Also gotta shout @thepinkpanther83 who asked for Donnie to get some loving to his poor overtaxed feet. i may have shied away from going as far as you wanted, but I hope you still like it 👉👈

ALSO I BET YOU UNCOVERED YOUR EARS WELL TOO BAD BECAUSE HERE'S ANOTHER DRUM BURSTING UNHOLY NOISE THIS TIME GOING TO @mothmans-left-nipple for giving me the INCREDIBLE TASTY DELICIOUS content of the repeated bites 😏😏😏 It was truly such a perfect addition! They always come in with the clutch finishing moves!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

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Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: scissoring, bra removal, folds fondling and adjusting, a mountain of slit mentions, and some clit stuff for good measure

Leaning back on the couch, you were uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you hadn’t moved in a while. In fact, the vegetative state you’d been in was pretty nice. It also wasn’t the hour. Sometime in the late afternoon, there was still enough time that dinner wasn’t quite a formed thought. It absolutely wasn’t the state of your partner. It was a limited touch day and it rarely bothered you when he needed space. It marked a sort of business as usual that you welcomed.

Still, you tugged at your shirt which felt sticky against your torso. Committing to sitting up, you glanced over the room before settling on your thighs. Through soft cotton pajamas, you could feel heat pockets boiling behind your knees. Making a little disgruntled sound at peeling them apart, you thought over the sensation.

It was almost as if you were hot.

The weather outside teetered on gorgeous which made little sense to your predicament. Rocking back to facilitate liftoff, you ambled onto your feet and headed toward the kitchen window. Sunlight poured in from an angle there and you basked in it. It marked an obvious warmth which brought your hand to the glass. The cold surface relented and said that the sun was a far cry from finishing its preheat. Autumn was seeping in and you almost wanted to ask if Donnie wanted to head up to the roof before it struck you.

It was stuffy because the weather was nice.

The A/C hadn’t kicked on because of it and you were sitting in dead air.

Almost laughing to yourself at how you missed something so obvious, you thought over what to do. A fan would only tip the precarious balance, so you quickly returned to your idea of heading out. Already picturing yourself in those comfy homemade chairs, you turned to relate this to your partner to find him at rapt attention.

The only problem was, it was in the huge novel he was reading.

Something he had supposedly been trying to get his hands on for a while, the huge tome had arrived in the mail with markings from all sorts of countries. Curious at the legality of it all, it had at least passed customs so something about it had to be on the up and up. Whatever it was, it at least wasn’t precious enough that Donnie wore gloves to read it. He was still mesmerized and had been neatly buried in it since it arrived the day before.

You weren’t even sure he’d slept even though he’d joined you in bed last night.

Smiling at him, you shook your head and headed over to relay that at least you would be on the move. “Don.”

His gaze was churning text like a typewriter.

“Donnie, I’m going to the roof. Wanna read up there with me?”

His eyes hit the end and he turned the page in a flurry as if he could not get enough.

You could just leave him.

You could walk away.

You were happy for him.

That was the honest truth.

You also desperately wanted to kick his book up like a schoolyard bully and make it hit his snout.

Resisting those urges though it technically fell into the category of not true touch, you gave a tepid sigh and rounded him for something a little more dramatic. Circling the couch, you approached your side before giving a calculated wobble. You then swung up a forearm to your head and gave a pathetic, wispy groan. “It’s oh so stuffy.”

He didn’t move an inch.

“It’s almost like I can’t breathe!” With a smooth teeter back and forth, you then pretended to faint as Victorian women did in movies.

Your weight literally thrown onto the couch, it was enough that it skidded angrily away from you. You still made it, a flop into cushions and sent one pillow over the edge to its doom. With your half now at least a foot off from its original location, you watched as Donnie lowered his book incrementally. Gaze still glued to paper, his pupil dotted off something before he sent dull irritation straight ahead.

Seeing he’d make the turn, you flopped your head back against the couch to appear unconscious.

“It seems as though I am needed.” His tone was huffy.

Knowing your eyes were squirming under lids, you tried to at least tame your wrinkled smile into one more neutral.

With a snap, his book closed and you felt the couch dip slightly as he turned toward you. “You know I could have continued to read, through your display.”

Your lips puckered around a giggle and you had to bite down on it.

“Oh no.” There wasn’t a hint of interest in his voice. “It seems as though Y/N is having a bad dream. Nothing I can do.” Weight moved on a cushion that said he was returning to his book.

“You didn’t even check.” You whispered, trying to make it sound like it was the room.

“Sleep talking, fascinating.”

You cracked an eye open to find him miming as if he were flipping through the pages, but his head was turned, staring at you.

“Look at that.”

Immediately caught, a little surprised noise wiggled in your throat.

“You need only ask.” He leaned forward, overlooking you.

“I did.” You stared back openly.

His lips dropped a minute amount. “No, you threw yourself on the couch.”

“No.” You shared his tone before twisting it to sit up straight. “I called your name a few times and asked you a question.”

His head tipped, not believing.

“I did.” You said sternly, raising your brows.

His came down with twice the weight. “I see…”

“Hey.” You kicked a foot out, but kept from touching him. “I’m glad you like your book.”

He looked down at said novel.

“No need to worry. I was going to head up to the roof and wanted to see if you’d join me.”

Brows coming up incrementally, they caught on something. “How does that correlate?”

“With the fainting?” You chuckled.

He looked to you as a confirmation.

“It’s stuffy in here. Can’t you feel it?”

Another thing lost to his distraction, you watched him take the air. “So… it is…”

“Don.”

He faced you.

“It’s okay to be distracted. I should have let you be.” You urged with a tip of your head.

“A shade too far.” He spoke more to himself. “The roof?”

“Yeah, I’m tired of that sticky feeling.” You moved to get up only to remember you’d attacked the couch. Giving an amused puff, you stepped back before dropping down. Squat with your feet adequately apart, you tucked your fingers under the ridge of the sofa to pull it back into place.

“You underestimate my weight.”

“It’ll slide.” You retorted and tugged.

The sofa gave a squeaky inch.

“Only 13 more of those to go.”

Puffing your cheeks out, you took a deep breath before heaving with your entire body.

You managed exactly three more inches before your fingers slipped free from the fabric. Momentum carrying you, your back slammed into the little coffee table and you gave a yelp. Donnie appeared at your side, setting his book aside and hovering.

“I’m okay…” You waved him off, keeping your limbs to yourself. “Pride hurts more than anything.”

He sat back on his heels.

With him moved, you sighed abysmally before reaching out and easily putting the couch back into place.

“A little back actually.”

You parted him a dry look before tapping the sofa just enough that he was pleased.

“Better.”

“Good, better, best.” You said for no apparent reason and stood. Dusting yourself off, you threw a thumb at the door. “Might go wallow alone now if that’s alright. You go back to your reading.”

Still sitting with his knees perfectly tucked under him, you watched a bit of sadness flicker over his features.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” You brushed him off airily and moved to the door. “The sun’ll do me good.”

You heard the soft sound of him following and you slowed by the door. Waiting until he got close, you did a slow turn to gauge if you’d have to further fend him off.

Instead you found him resigned, with a comfortable smile playing on his lips.

“I’ll come get you later.”

Soothed, you gave a single happy nod.

Gaze softening, he leaned forward and just barely pressed his lips to your hairline.

You’d meant to let your eyes drift shut, but they just barely hadn’t made it when he completed the move and pulled back. The sensation was not enough and you watched him, up close, with the usual stirring in your belly. It was the feeling you often had of wanting nothing more than to curl up beside him. Squashing it down to your gaze alone, you reached back to palm the door knob and offered a sign off. “Don’t get too lost in reading, my daring literary adventurer.”

He liked the tagline and was leaning forward before either of you registered.

Muscle memory and lips pressed, you squeezed the door handle in time to keep from deepening the move. He had other plans as he chased you to a certain degree. Sensing his body would only allow him so far, you obliged with a massage that parted your lips. He drank you in, just shy of licking into you when you felt a thin edge, not dissimilar to his plastron, press to your chest. Knowing it to be different, you broke free to find his book acting as a barrier.

Giving a puff of laughter at it, you turned mirth up to him. “I’m sensing you’re at odds with yourself.”

His eyes were cast down where he was reviewing the book with a certain amount of frustration. “So it seems.”

“I’m trying to remove myself from the equation.” You reminded him with a lazy smile.

The downturn of his lips said he didn’t like that.

You finally released the knob to face him and leaned back against the door. “Options.”

“Stay trapped in dichotomy or respite in the form of a temporary split.”

“Seems like one makes more sense.” You tilted your head and waited.

He gave the faintest growl as he looked away.

Watching him and imagining that sound coming above you in an unholy manner, you shook your head to rid the thoughts.

You were just as bad.

Settling found him watching you with open curiosity. “You have an alternative.”

“My brain needs to be washed out with soap.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s spewing pure filth.”

“Do tell?” He gave a single, second long rolling purr before he leaned a little closer with the book once again appearing between you.

“Hot and heavy.” You shrugged, reaching out a finger to push against the cover.

“It occurs to me we’ve never expressly explored your fantasies.”

Your shoulders jolted with a bob of laughter. “I’ve asked for stuff.”

“Heat of the moment.” You watched his fingers retract behind the cover as the book inched closer to you. “Pales in comparison.”

“Don’t put me on the spot.” You giggled.

“Then you weren’t just imagining some scenario?” Only mere inches were separating your chest from a wealth of knowledge.

“Nothing that hasn’t been done before.” You smiled along with your honesty.

Donnie made a noise of little interest as he studied you.

“The usual.” A hard cover lightly pressed to your sternum. “You good and deep, possessively over me and doing your best to melt our bodies into one.”

“Ah.” His jaw hung open and the heat of his breath cascading over your face making your lashes flutter.

Rapidly become wedged on a shelf, you gave your own exhale to carve out a bit of freedom. “I should get going; hot and all.”

“Yes…” His lips only closed enough to enunciate. “Oppressive air.”

“Mhm.” You were staring so intently at his mouth that it’s arrival seemed willed.

Kissing with only the novel keeping you apart, your head pressed back into the door with hungry force. Head tilting to better meet him, the rotation brushed your cheek to his. The near instant effect came with an involuntary twitch that you felt through your lips. With nowhere to go you gave a note of exasperation that caused him to reluctantly pull back.

“Don.”

“Yes?” Breathy puffs ran over you as he waited.

“It’s too much. Let’s stop.”

He gave a traitorous grunt.

“Don, look” Pushing with your chest, he immediately retreated for threat you’d overtake the barrier. “See?”

Another irritated sound rumbled in his throat and his face held all the displeasure of a scolded toddler who’s toy had been taken.

You watched as he tried to search for some solution.

In a childlike torment, you imagined his coveted artifact had been placed just out of reach.

Unhappy, but given no option, he chose to sulk.

The metaphorical time out clock set, he’d have his privileges restored eventually.

He’d just have to wait.

“Or…”

He perked up at the sound of your voice.

It had been awhile since your mouth betrayed you. “Uh… I don’t know…”

His gaze narrowed. “No, you had something.”

“There’d be some inevitable contact. It wouldn’t work.”

“Try.”

You chewed your lip and found his immobility on the matter. Sighing, you translated hopelessness through your gaze as you spoke, “Scissoring.”

Instead of shooting it down as you imagined, he even moved to bypass your second guess of thinking it over. “Explain."

“Scissoring?” You knew that was wrong, but you had to make sure.

His lids lowered and his brows rose.

“I don’t know!” You pursed your lips.

“Y/N.”

“I just-!” You bit down on the complaint and groaned with a little toss of your head. Coming down you took a breath to calm yourself before looking him right in the eyes. “I feel like we could finagle it so we’d just be rubbing our…” You drifted off, suddenly unsure of comparing your sexes.

With a slight narrowing, you thought he might offer a word for it, but he instead shot his gaze off to the side in a studious manner.

You stumbled after him. “We’d need leverage, but I have an idea for that. I can’t guarantee we wouldn’t bump legs or something else in the heat of it though.”

His pupils darted as he made some kind of calculation.

“That’s also assuming you were up for sex too…” You mumbled in case that was his hang up.

He stopped with a prominent blink and whipped around to look at you. “Show me.”

Your back strengthened. “Not…?”

“Explain? No.” There was something lit in his gaze. “You cited an understanding of my situation.”

“Trust.” You parroted back the way he’d said the word a few times.

He gave a proud smile. “And intrigue.”

“Intrigue?” You wondered as you slid along the wall to get past him even though you still had a good amount of space.

“Not your fantasy per say, but allowing your full direction opens the chance for you to exert.” He had no judgment for your display and instead looked very much like a bright eyed student with his book pressed securely to his chest with one folded arm. “Giving myself over to you has an exhilarating quality as well.”

Turning in time as the thought rotated, you led the charge to the bedroom and pondered on how you liked to be his. The times you’d domineered had gone over well, but you hadn’t thought of it as a mainstay. Wondering why that couldn’t be a norm of its own, you approached the bed. “How clean is the floor?”

Donnie’s voice appeared beside you along with a weighty aura of fascination. “I loose a cleaning bot weekdays.”

Resisting the urge to glance at him, you set your jaw. “We need the bed out of the way.”

“Where?” He was quickly becoming engrossed by the unknown.

“Anywhere that frees up B.E.D.F.A.S.T.” You took a step towards your night stand and began to move it yourself.

As soon as your object was over by the closet, you turned your attention back to find the bed had silently transported itself over to the partition. In its place Donnie stood and examined the ground with the air of a dog swishing its tail.

“Need another pass?” You wondered, stepping close with your eyes glued to his ass in case his actual tail did wag.

You hadn’t seen that since his heat.

He turned to catch your eye line.

You met his gaze without remorse.

His smile brightened. “What next?”

“You’ll need to set that aside for the time being.” You flicked your gaze to his book.

It was almost startling how easily he moved to set the tome aside.

Especially after he hadn’t been able to put it down before.

His priorities were showing clearly.

“Now strip.” You ordered and loosened your posture to watch.

He failed to curtail his excitement as he reached behind his head. Catching the back of his black t-shirt, he pulled the tight piece of fabric off with little resistance and an elongation of his torso. Tossing the top aside, he then skimmed down his body and along his pant’s hem. As if looking for just the right spot, he hooked his thumbs first at his sides. He then maintained heady eye contact as he leaned forward to slide the cotton off his hips. With absurd precision, he then stepped out of one leg before folding the other back to pull himself free with a flick of his wrist. “More?”

“Need the wraps?”

He seemed to think it over before giving a single nod that said he could be persuaded otherwise.

“Wraps and mask stay on.” You quoted from long ago.

He had a fond look to him as he waited with his weight on one hip.

“Ground.” You moved forward.

He lowered in time until he was on his knees before you.

“Such a good boy.” You gave a sultry coo.

His lips parted with a set of rapid blinks that reminded you of his yet explored praise kink.

Wanting to straddle the line between that and your current course, you offered a middleman, “We’ll see just how good you can be at following orders.”

He gave a nod and you could just sense the way his heart was thudding out of his chest.

“To the wall.” You stepped forward with threatening encouragement.

Backing away, you directed him with steps that you imagined mimicked a sheep dog nipping at a farm animal's heels.

It ended with his carapace pressed against the space just below B.E.D.F.A.S.T.

You gave him a half grin before looking at the device. “Darling Protocol, activate B.E.D.F.A.S.T.”

Its four arms sprouted and sat at the ready.

“You better not interfere.”

“I won’t.” You watched as he visibly broke his heated character to add, “You can override that.”

You dropped your own façade. “Thanks.”

He nodded and you watched his eyes laden with that anticipatory desire.

“B.E.D.F.A.S.T. temporarily disengage from the neural link.” You flicked your gaze to the upper corner of your vision and added, “Also the commands are too wordy. You’ll respond on my ‘mark,’ literally. Lift your top right arm if you understand.

The machine lay dormant.

You gave Donnie a cheeky look. “Someone’s good at Simon Says.”

You earned a grin that showed a bit of his teeth.

“Mark, top right arm up.”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. followed the command.

“Perfect.” You sauntered forward but kept your eyes trained on the panel. “I wonder what brillant creature must have programmed you.”

The faintest chirp came from your partner.

“What was that?” You were slow in kneeling down. In a curve, you tucked your knees off to one side and leaned over him. “Trying to take credit?”

“No.” The response was faint.

“Look at you.” You tilted your head. “So pretty for me. So obedient.”

His head tipped back as if to give his mouth room for a response, but he crushed it to give a shaky inhale.

“Nothing?” You tipped the other way. “Shame. I was going to reward you.”

His eyes widened at his mistake.

“I wanted to hear those adorable noises.” You reached out slowly to telegraph a touch.

He flicked a wary eye from your hand to your face until he reassured himself.

Whether he knew it or not, he’d already signaled what on him was approved. Curling your digits, you positioned it so your thumb was extended. You then just barely stamped it into the dead center of his lips. “The ones you hold back.”

A careful chirp emerged from him.

“Mhm. Think you can let those out for me?” In a gentle back and forth you traced the plump of his lip.

He pressed a kiss to your thumb before speaking in a way that said this was outside the act. “Only some.”

You wondered which were off limits, but gave a nod as you retracted your hand. “Curious about your reward?”

“Very much so.”

Lifting up, you swiped a hand over the top of your head. “You can pick what comes off first.”

“Top.” He spoke without a moment of hesitation.

“Eager.” You quirked a brow and toyed with your collar.

“Longing.”

“What about build up?” You gave a little tug.

“I’ve waited a lifetime for you.”

Caught off guard, you covered up your flush by whipping your shirt off without the craft you’d hoped to achieve. Unable to meet his eye, you then tossed the fabric into his face.

He was still before you heard him inhale deeply.

“Hey!” You pinched a bit of fabric and lifted it off. “No one said you could do that.”

“Was that prohibited?” His question held little wonder.

“Maybe I’ll leave you here and go make a snack.” You huffed, using your reclaimed shirt as a makeshift cover for your body.

For a split second he grappled with some type of response before going with, “That would be up to you.”

You hummed before relenting. “From now on, no loopholes. You can only do as you’re told.”

He leaned his head against the wall. “Understood.”

“Scoot your ass forward.” You threw your shirt by the wayside and beckoned him.

His hips slid forward while his upper carapace stayed to the wall.

Watching him carve out a scalene triangle of space, you smiled. “Spread for me. Let me see that gorgeous tail of yours.”

From where his legs were tossed comfortably to the side, he gathered them up and then split. Thighs rippling around the move, he had to lift up and adjust so his tail was on prominent display.

You knelt down and signaled a break in character by opening up your features. “Plastron?”

“I could stand some slight contact. It’s dulled.”

You nodded and dropped to your knees to crawl up between his legs.

His throat gave a little titter.

“That’s not the only thing you’ve been holding back.” You flicked your gaze to the column of his neck before returning to his face.

He raised a curious brow.

“Something-” You reached out with a single flighty digit with a swirling pattern until just the tip touched the center line between his pectoral scutes. “-further-“ You dragged your finger down, keenly aware of its weight. “-down.” Hitting the bottom you flicked your finger into a curl as if wiping something up.

He did the slightest squirm that you translated as need.

As of yet dry there, you saw what had to be a phantom wiggle of his tail. “Don’t I make you happy?”

He gave a single irritated exhale.

Giving into a laugh, you brought it up to him. “I’m going somewhere.”

“Immersion breaking.” His features held open disdain. “Nonsense.”

“Let me finish!” You giggle and leaned up. Needing stability, you then pressed a palm flat to the wall beside his head before craning into him for a kiss.

He returned it in a way where you could feel his tension unwind.

“I’m gonna have to rephrase, huh?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Absolutely.”

You had to push off to get back into position and do a roll to reclaim your character. With a dip of your lids, you found it and gave him a heated look. “I know for a fact that this’ll wag.” Without looking you tossed your index finger over to point at his tail. “I was just notified that it’s not my fault, so why are you holding back?”

As if caught, you watched him give the faintest jolt.

“I repeat my earlier question.”

You watched his lips purse for a moment and you just knew he had a complaint about loopholes.

“Touch yourself, no insertion, and don’t you dare drop.”

The mix of commands set his irritation aside and he reached wide over his body to his slit. With some more minor adjustments so his core was better exposed, he slid one of his fingers across the length of it. Coming along the seam to trace, he began to repeat the journey languidly.

Satisfied, you gave him an approving flick of your gaze before retreating.

He watched curiously as he continued to stroke himself.

In a few dancing steps, you turned your back to him and did an arm curling swipe over the back of your head. Rustling your hair, you let your fingers brush your neck as you arched into the action. Rolling your head earned you a crack and your arms came down a metered length of your sides. Sliding your hands around your ribs, you traced your bra’s band before finding the clasp. Undoing it in one blessed move, you shimmied the item off and held it out with an extended digit. Listening close you heard a little breath and swallow from your partner before you tossed the thing aside.

Moving on in the strip tease, you widened your stance and rotated your hips. It earned you the faintest squeak as you traced your own waistband. Having been lazing in something light but with enough coverage to go out in, you bunched some of the fabric before leaning forward. Presenting your ass, you then slowly rocked your hips back and forth as the fabric trended down. Breaking free from your thighs, you then dropped into a sudden squat. Having hooked your thumbs, you managed to free the fabric from your calves. Caught now in what was sure to be awkward, you conjured up a distraction by shaking your ass while you managed a mostly dignified freeing of your bottoms. Kicking them away with a swipe of your foot, you turned your head enough to give him a profile. “How are you doing back there?”

“Fi-” A chirp caught in his throat and he had to swallow it to try again. “Fine.”

“Happy?”

“Very.”

“Oh?”

“Happier if you were over here.”

“Enough to wag?” You moved one of your arms to block your chest as you rotated only enough to see him.

He gave a flat sort of noise.

“Not very.” You pouted and began to step away.

You heard the faintest noise of alarm before his voice rushed to him. “It’s not so simple.”

It was an honest answer. “How’s that?” You turned to him, forgetting the play.

His gaze didn’t falter from your face. “It would have to overtake me. A difficult set of circumstances.”

You turned the sentence over as you headed towards him. “Is it a weakness thing?”

“An open reflection of your emotions?” It wasn’t even quite sarcasm that had his tone dry.

You nodded in time as you knelt before him. “Guess I was just thinking that the sounds have come easier for you so your tail might be the same?”

His lips thinned out.

“You did say ‘only some’ though.” Sitting on your legs reminded you that you were clad only in your underwear. “You care so much, it’s hard to believe…”

“I’m still holding back.” He agreed and his gaze dropped to the floor.

Tracking it you found his fingers had slowed, but he was still attempting to follow your command. With little comedy you reached out, just shy of touching him to signal a stop.

His finger came away only enough for the back of his hand to rest on his thigh.

“Is it…?”

“Not you. Never you.” He gave a weary sigh.

Moving your lower jaw left and right you came up with enough attention that it pulled his. “Let’s just drop that part. Do you want to keep going?”

In the short time you’d left him to think, he’d gotten hung up on something else. Brows down in rapt attention with wood grain. You felt the need to wait.

It was long enough that you had to reposition your legs as they had fallen asleep.

“If-” He caught the syllable as if he hadn’t meant to release it. He then did some mental readjustments before looking at you. “I believe if given the right mindset it could be elicited.”

You straightened.

“Not a challenge.”

“Organic.”

He blinked with surprise and then again with appreciation. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Mounting excitement got you lifting up.

He gave a little smile. “Don’t-“

“Get too excited. Hush.” With another, much louder, hand slamming to the wall you knocked his head back similarly as you kissed him.

He puffed a laugh that broke your lip lock so you silenced it with your tongue. Hovering over him, he had no recourse and melted beneath you as you licked into him. His tongue rallied and you forced it to retreat until a heady sound erupted in his throat. Pulling back found him momentarily drunk before he regained himself in a flutter of his lids.

“Where were we?” You removed yourself from him and he made a several inch effort to chase you before you were too far. You gave a few feet of space before mimicking his pose. Cotton covering your center, you watched his focus wane as he looked over you.

“I have been waiting for the next command.”

“How’d you do?” You demonstrated how he’d stroked himself against your own underwear.

With his two fingers he split himself open.

The shameless display had your stomach doing flips.

Not soaked, but beads of desire had just started threading which marked him at a titillated stage.

“Good start.” You gave a weighty breath.

He seemed to like it until you cut him off.

“But-”

There was an indignity as he took an inhale.

“Could be better.” You traced your sex through dry cotton. “A wager.”

He quirked a brow.

“Whoever drools first gets to finger the other.”

“You have an advantage.”

“Worried?” You pressed a little harder creating an outline.

His pupil waged war trying to get to his periphery. “Is my speech limited?”

“You gonna chat me up?”

“Allow me to.”

“Try.”

“Ready?”

“Mirror me.”

“Done.” Starting just below your clit you swiped down the fabric and he similarly traced his slit. Working friction through fabric, you teased yourself as he did the same. “Figured you’d start.”

“Anticipation.” His lips twitched against a smile.

“Whatever shall I do?” You faked a groan and pressed your entrance.

Following suit, he kept just shy of breaching himself.

Unlike yours, his thick digit’s press gave you a hint of the sensitive pink skin within. Wanting to see him go deeper you pushed where cotton refused to relent.

For him it meant only a few centimeters.

Stroking with the same pressure, you narrowed in the zipper like parting of his slit.

“It’s hot.”

Goosebumps rippled your arms and you only scarcely heard him as the mirroring struck you. Touching yourself was like puppeteering him. It meant that the aching pressure you were feeling was similarly stewing in his own core. Each touch or lack thereof was fully under your control and you relished it. Entranced, you nimbly sent your pinky aside to toy with your hem.

For him it translated in his second finger pressing plush jade skin. “Hotter than the room.”

It took a few flicks for you to catch fabric before you yanked it just shy of revealing you.

With a massage, he pressed one side of his slit to the other and you could almost see his slick. “My skin, inside. Boiling.”

Shoving the gusset aside, your hips rocked against greedy fingers.

His hips splayed further as he breached himself. “There’s a differential perspective.”

You pressed your entrance with your middle finger.

As he did the same, his second digit mistakenly dragged to open him up a bit more. “Your skin would be downright chilled if you got your tongue on me.”

You shuddered and tested the tight ring of flesh.

He followed in perfect time. “Tongue probing. Waiting for that give.”

You gave a shallow pump as moisture meant each press went a millimeter further.

“And when it does.”

Your finger slipped straight to the first joint.

He gave a gruff chirp. “Molten core. All desire.”

You pulled out only to shove it back in.

“Licking in, catching as much of your desire as possible.”

Reaching the knuckle, you probed your depth, searching for his glans.

When you found it, his exhale came out as a stutter. “Each sound pulled, yours. That grip on shifting to the ass. Squeezing and giving stability to taste the very essence.”

Pulling out, you spread your slick to your other digits before adding a second on the next plunge.

For his finger’s girth, it spread him out and his eyes closed with force. “The unraveling comes with preclusion. Tight and burning, as it might consume you.”

Fucking yourself in earnest, there were two squelching echoes.

“It’s a heat you can’t help but chase.”

A little cry came off your lips as you bucked.

He did his own with a flesh of teeth as he presumably jammed his cock. “It’s so close, not that you can taste it. You are. It’s leaking down your face. Smeared existence trying to eat you all the same.”

You watched the first drip of his stringy slick slide down his slit and you were in motion.

Scrambling over to him, he couldn’t get his own fingers out before you joined them with your two. “Mark, bottom right form a safety bar!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. animated and its lower arm folded to double up. It then extended out and you latched onto it with your free hand. It gave you leverage to press your conjoined hands deep into him.

He cried out.

“Can you come like this?” With a pull you were over him, puffing hot air across his cheek.

His head shifted, but it was more of a writhe as you pulled his fingers out with yours before jamming them right back in.

“No dropping, just like this.”

His head gave a violent shake and his parted teeth revealed a gasp.

He didn’t know. “You can though. You’re so good for me. You do so much for me. Unravel for me. Please, Donnie. Please, can you do that for me? Cum so good?”

A squeak started up and wrangled out in a higher pitch than you ever heard from him.

“Go on.” The in and out sounded like a sinful stir of a decadent pot. “I want to watch you fall apart. Let go, let go.”

“I-it’s-” He choked on a near sob that dotted the corners of his eyes.

“It’s so thick?” You were almost kissing his tympanum. “Like you, my dearest? How you fill me up and spread me? How you’ve ruined me for anyone else? How I can only ever imagine getting off to you?”

You could hear the crack in his jaw as it shoved open around a sharp and loud squeak.

“This is you.” Having added all four of your primary fingers, you shoved them with his two as far as you could, feeling his body try to stretch to accommodate. “Fucking me. Making me yours. I’m yours. You’re-”

“Mine!” He screamed and you felt his whole insides shift. Instead of a rolling milking that you were accustomed too, his muscle contracted into a single tightness and what pulsed was a primary source within. His body shook around you and his head slammed back into the wall showcasing all his teeth in a similar clench. The flood reached its barrier and his cum burned your digits as it rushed the door. Resisting it as he was plugged up, you let him drown himself as strangle chirps and peeps emanated from him and he squirmed from the stuffed sensation.

“To the brim.” You whispered to him as his muscles began to loosen.

With a slight twitch that had him nearly convulsing, you broke the stiffness in your hand to retract.

His cum leaked immediately and his head rolled from its point against the wall.

“Incredible.” You moved to kiss lips that could not reciprocate. “I’m so proud of you.”

He tried to make a noise, but none came.

“Really, Don. I’m so insanely proud of you.” You leaned off the tease to enforce your honesty.

It cracked one of his lids.

“Letting go for me. Being so perfect. I can’t stand it. It means so much; you mean so much.” You smiled at him and it surfaced his other eye. “To me.”

His lips moved with a silent plea.

“What was that?” You turned your head to offer him your ear. “Deliciously ruined, you gotta find your voice. Go ahead.”

“On me.” He managed the smallest whisper.

“Hm?” You looked him over to make sure you weren’t touching him. You still had the bar and couldn’t feel any point of contact. “Need me to clean you up?”

“Need you on me.” He gasped and cleared his throat.

“Oh. Oh.” Letting go of B.E.D.F.A.S.T., you backed up. “Look at you.”

“Please.” With a squeeze of his features and a lick of his lips, an outpour began. “Need you. Need to feel you. Need you. Need you against me. On me. Need-”

“But still not direct touch?”

He nodded miserably , his eyes screwed shut with more pleas dripping off his lips.

You let him go on as you tugged your underwear off. Standing long enough to get out of them, you threw them along the floor before dropping right back between his slack legs. Semen pooled on the floor and you traced it to him where his body coiled at the touch. “You got good and soaked for me.”

“Please!”

You reassuringly hushed him and did as much leg math as you could in only a few seconds. “Mark!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. whirled to life.

“This knee up.” You nodded to Donnie’s right.

With a clicking groan he hiked the leg up.

“The other down, ease your prosthetic.”

He gave a faint nod and let that one extend.

“Mark, my right ankle, into the air. Don’t touch Donnie.”

One of B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s arms extended and seemed to scan over your bodies. It then formed its cuff attachment which locked around your ankle as soon as it located it. Secured, your leg lifted and you were pulled all the closer to your partner who gave a needy squeak.

“Soon, so soon. I’m right here.” Gnawing your lower lip, you then began the careful process of threading your leg through the tent he’d created with his lifted knee. Thankful for his size, you were just able to get it through before your sexes pulled up close to one another. “Mark, I need a pole over here. Leverage!”

Reaching out a hand to Donnie’s right side, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. did some reconfiguration before it dropped a sturdy line that seemed to suction to the floor. You grabbed hold and with the slightest tug to test its strength, your ass slid on the loose cum and your slit pressed to his.

“Ah!” Donnie called out a vowel, taxed with oversensitivity.

“You okay, my dear?”

He could only give a rapid nod which bumped your sexes together.

You gave similar mewls as you switched your grip on the pole. In any other situation, you would have used his knee for leverage, but right now you were overly proud of yourself for managing this position with his aversion. With a pull, you ground against him and found nothing but a smooth glide. “So wet!”

He rolled his hips against yours.

You chased him roughly and his tail slid, wet, between your ass cheeks.

A slap echoed, but you couldn’t really stop.

Looking up, you found he’d thrown his arms back and the sound had been his hands hitting the floor for stability.

“So good.” You murmured and squirmed so his slit’s lips spread yours. “So soaked with seed. With slick. You’re amazing.”

“Y/N!” He croaked.

“Good, good, faster. Come on.” You pulled so hard you could feel the silicone coating B.E.D.F.A.S.T. squish between your fingers.

Donnie moaned loud and bucked up against you.

Friction cementing you both together, each rub slid lips with partings, but not enough traction. “Mark! Tighter! Higher!”

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. yanked your leg and your pelvises crushed flush.

“Fuck!”

“More!”

Nearly feeling bones, you cried out as a shift encompassed your clit. Donnie chased the sound and you dug your nails into B.E.D.F.A.S.T. at the thought that he could still be that coherent amongst all this.

Orgasm winding, a side to side spread you both and you pressed there for its intriguing stickiness.

What felt good for you, was dialed up entirely for Donnie because he snarled and snapped at you.

You shuddered where you were still pressed, gawking at him through a veneer.

“I c-can’t-!” Teeth barred and drool leaked through the clench.

“C-can’t what-?” You continued your ministration and a feral growl ripped through your ears.

“I-!!!” The sound burned before something else did.

Like a knife plunged, his cock dropped straight into you. Screaming at the sudden split, your hand slipped and it took the last of your senses to keep it from smacking Donnie’s leg.

Unable to stop as he warned, he pulled out halfway only to skewer you again.

The pain pleasure index spun uselessly as a buck had you skidding away from him on the many floor dripping. Latching onto the bar, you shoved back against it, earning your own scream as he bottomed out for a third time. Folds bitten in the transaction, you are forced to grind him deeper to free them. His spread pressed to what had to be your cervix and you nearly sobbed against the pressure. Chasing it in his own way, he rubbed which caused your jaw to hang open on a creaky hinge.

Eyes rolling back, you came before you realized it had built that far. Not milking but wringing him out, you could tell your squeezes were lethal. The sounds emitted from him showed his own mixture of excitement before one of your last clamps sent him over a second time. Having basically ignoring his refractory period, what spurted out paled in comparison to his usual load. Its forced depth made up for any lacking and molten seed burned your lower belly so thoroughly that your grip gave out.

The fall happened in slow motion as he and then B.E.D.F.A.S.T. wafted by your vision. The ceiling came next as an omnipresent white and your back slapped the ground. The sound gave you enough coherence to steel your neck and prevent a knock that would have rattled your brain. Shook out regardless, you laid in your collapse as Donnie chirped a worried note.

“I’m…” You slurred, tongue heavy like his cock. “… okay…!”

He gave a grunt and you felt something land just below your knee.

“I’m good.” You forced a little clearer.

Another puff of air and the weight turned into pinching fingers.

“Don?” Not wanting to raise your head, you stewed.

“Need.” His voice was warped as he pawed at you.

He was touching you.

That couldn’t be right.

“M-more?” Your gaze landed on your chest as you tried to catch sweaty palms for enough traction on the floor. “You’re good, but that may be… too good.” Exchanging hands for elbows, you got something under you enough to lift and glimpse him.

Drool strained the corner of his jaw and his other hand groped the air in what seemed like the B.E.D.F.A.S.T. arm supporting your leg.

“What are you…?”

“Up.” The hand on your leg reached out.

Brain sizzling from your orgasm, you slipped your fingers into his.

With a yank, he had you upright and it was then you realized he was still hard to a degree.

“How?” Your voice was gravel.

Releasing you as prolonged touch stung, he shook his head and finally got a good grip on B.E.D.F.A.S.T.

You watched as he tugged the arm, uselessly.

“I have control.” You reminded him as every single movement pressed your conjoined centers back together.

“Let it-” His voice shattered.

“My leg’ll fall on you.”

He shook his head, unable to clear either his throat or head.

“Let’s take a second.”

“Kiss me.” He tried anew, pleading with his gaze.

“Only if you take that second.”

He agreed with a curt nod.

Grabbing the B.E.D.F.A.S.T. pole, you yanked yourself up to meet his lips. Weak, you succumbed to him as he kissed you with an odd desperation. Unable to place it, the massage bumped his cock inside you and the sensitivity bordered on too much. Breaking the lip lock to translate that, he turned his head.

“Cheek.”

“Kiss?” You asked, still stuffed with cum and cotton.

He gave a nod before presenting his face again.

Laughing, you kissed on command and felt that touch averse tension. “Donnie…” You warned, lips still against him.

“Need it, please.”

“Still at odds with yourself? I thought we’d made progress…” You wondered and planted another on him.

Turning his head in increments, he led you down his jaw where you marked him with kisses. Each one was an obvious raw rub against his nerves, but he seemed keen on you continuing.

He’d been good enough to earn that so you relented and followed along until you neared his neck.

“Need control.”

“Of B.E.D.F.A.S.T.?” You felt him tug at the arm attached to your leg again.

“Please.” His cock bobbed within you.

He’d calmed down a little in all, but one glaring way. “B.E.D.F.A.S.T., restore neural link.”

No sound triggered, but the machine immediately began to move. It started at your ankle where, with crawling construction, it moved the cuff in a new build a few inches higher each time. It created a crawling sensation that made you shiver until it reached the thick of your thigh. An extension then appeared as support behind your back and the pole in your hand slipped through your fingers. Without leverage, you fell Donnie until B.E.D.F.A.S.T. revved to save the day.

Unfolding into an arm, the attachment that was once a pole shot forward to create a new cuff around your other thigh. Saving you from contact, your hips were split apart by the new configuration. The bit supporting your spine moved downward until it and the cuffs became a mimic for what felt like Donnie’s hands. They gripped the swell of your ass and lifted you incrementally off his cock while coaxing your legs forward. It sent your toes grazing against the ground and the whole of you doing a floating straddle around him.

“What…?”

“Lower.” He wrangled the sound. “Go.”

“Donnie…” You branded his name against his pulse with reluctant kisses.

Each one sear him like a red hot poker.

“We should stop…” You urged, nearing the joint connecting his neck to his shoulder.

With B.E.D.F.A.S.T. involved, he used his newfound control to buck up into you as a translation of his desire.

You gave a weakened cry as it stirred you towards pleasure.

He was being oddly frustrating, but only towards himself.

Frowning that into the start of his clavicle, you kissed along it with presses that you hoped showed your irritation.

Instead, his wraps appeared a looming dark wall in your periphery as his head lolled the other way until it was flat with his shoulder.

Curious at the move, you lifted up as you realized you were also no longer being led. Having been given a moment, you examined the whole of him to find he was presenting his shoulder to you in a full display. Confused, you looked at him, but his face was tucked away as if ready for something. Not sure what that was, you studied his skin for any sort of clue. The only thing you could come up with was this was the shoulder you had once tried repeatedly to mark. The opposite one to your mating mark, it almost seemed like he wanted you to try again.

Knowing that biting was a step further than touch had you waffling. The latter was clearly off the table and you parted your lips to express that. A sound emerged there that was not your own. Gaze flying to your partner, you found Donnie was belting a strangled noise of desperation. Staring him down, you waited until it subsided and he brought his head up a little. Unable to look you in the eye, his eyes narrowed with pain until it was too much and he screwed them shut. Watching the build up, you saw his chest expand with a deep breath before he gave that honed chirp you hadn’t heard since his heat.

I was unmistakable.

It shot straight through your brainstem.

The rare jewel of sounds, your teeth sank into his skin before you realized what was happening. He gave it again and you bit down harder. As if calling out to some primal part of you, he made it again and again as you tore into his flesh. Nearly maddened, blood tinged your tongue with a near repulsive heat as your jaw nearly locked down with the force. He was still giving that sound and you felt distant from your body as your teeth clanged against chorded sinew. With a grind you ripped into it and he broke his mantra in favor of a yowl.

Body unknowingly tense, your fingers hooked the upper lip of his plastron and yanked him to you. It plunged his cock deeper as you bit over and over until your jaw locked. A growl emerged from somewhere untapped and your digits dipped until your nails cut little half moons into the point where his skin melded against his shell. If he was still chirping, you could no longer tell. All you could hear was the rush of your blood which felt very much like the one gushing under your lips. Hot fury as opposed to cold machinery, you felt a tridactyl hand catch your hips and force you straight down his cock through B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s hold. Encompassing his knot, it ripped your mouth off of him at almost the exact moment he came.

You gave a meek cry in comparison to the thick seed painting your insides.

B.E.D.F.A.S.T. released and everything moved. Your body slotted against Donnie’s in a race for the ground. Fall cushioned, his lips smothered yours and his tongue lapped at blood soak. Whimpering against the barrage, he swept up the evidence before he moved for a slower reprieve. Legs bobbing, you encircled him to show your appreciation and he gave one last honed chirp right down your throat. As something that already pierced your very being, this one branded your innard and locked your legs in a way that slid your heels slipped past his back. A motion found your skin there where his tail whacked against your foot in a rhythmic beat that gave you the strength to kiss him back with new fervor.

Lost to the makeout, you broke only for an orgasm to unexpectedly tear through you. The second of the night, you cried beneath him, tears streaking your face which he kissed away. Going slack felt like falling straight off the Earth and into the ether. Encased in pleasant nothingness, you faintly registered him pulling out because piping hot seed ran down your ass. It meant you were still on your back until you were picked up. Skin rolled around you like a jade sea and then your knees hit what had to be a towel. The fibers rough against what had to be your dried out body, the tap rushed water with a speed that said it was the tub.

You shook your head and you heard a withered laugh. “Quick wash up.”

You groaned and leaned forward where you figured porcelain was. You found the cold surface of the tub and absorbed its power until you had garnered enough to open your eyes. Donnie looked as wrecked as you as he tested the water.

Finding it agreeable, he turned an expectant gaze to you.

“I got it…” You grumbled, catching the lip of the tub on the second try.

He hovered close as you hoisted yourself in. Thinking if you sat, you’d never get back up, you instead kneeled and water lapped at your knees. You frothed a passed loofah with soap and scrubbed over your body with far too many suds. Donnie used a cup to help rinse you off before you finally pushed to fully stand on your feet. Wobbly, a towel came around you and you welcomed it.

Unable to hold you, Donnie directed you to the toilet seat. Winding up the fabric to sit there, you faintly caught his touch aversion was still in effect. That meant every moment from when he’d topped you until setting you down in here must have been torturous for him. Feeling bad for the latter half as the first was his choice, you let relief of rest settle in. The linen, though unchanged, felt plush now and you watched him plug the drain. The water filled the tub and he dropped himself into it with minor wincing. It was with his arms flexing as he adjusted his too big body for the too small tub that you caught sight of his shoulder.

Your work tented your spine.

What could only be described as sloppy, you seemed to have never bit the same spot twice. Instead, there were different layers and angles of crescents, all of which sat angry and red against his green skin. The many blood moons forewarned the worst before they dipped out of sight as he submerged his upper body in a move that threw his legs straight out of the tub. Red streaks oozed from the bites and you were forced to turn away with a meter of shame.

When Donnie didn’t surface and instead chose to soak, you eventually managed to get up and out of the bathroom. Hydrating and grabbing a snack, you returned, rejuvenated, to find him dozing. He’d since angled his body sideways for some modicum of comfort, but he looked a bit silly as only bulky legs and his head breached the surface of the bath. He’d kicked off his prosthetic at some point which meant his gams equated to one foot and a stump.

Towel tucked under your armpits, you stared the appendage down before something occurred to you. It meant having to leave, but intrigue got you out and scrounging until you found what you were looking for in the back of your nightstand. Returning found Donnie the exact same way and you knelt down into the towel meant to catch his drippings. Now with a front row seat to his foot, you gave him one last check before setting your found objects down. Reaching out with excessive care, you hoped not to scare him as you grazed the underside of his closest toe.

Your metered brush worked as his lids sprung up before his pupils surfaced.

“This okay?” You pinched a piggy and waited.

He shrugged and you didn’t feel the same twitching you had before.

Enough of a clear, you looked over the part of him that you’d never had a chance to examine. With two toes at the front and a jutting heel, his foot was massive. It made sense with his height and you almost mourned the lost one for what it must have done to his balance.

In a little shift, he angled his body so the back of his knee would catch the tub and pour his far leg over it. It meant his foot dropped to a more manageable level. Sending him a thankful smile, you sat back and leaned against the tub. Tracing his heel, you mapped that no matter the overall shape, it had the same structure as yours. Moving to palm the ball of it, you let your thumb cascade overtop where you found the skin softer also like on your own. Pushed by cleanliness, you pressed a kiss there to seal the texture to your favorite memory banks.

It was something almost plush and you wondered if it had less scaling as you relieved yourself for your intended task. Throwing a look over your shoulder found only a sliver of Donnie watching and you held up a bottle of purple nail polish for him to see.

His brows moved with faint curiosity and you lifted his foot a little to show where you wanted it to go. “Wipe it off if I can’t take the sensation?”

“Course.” You turned and pulled off a few squares of toilet paper from where you could just reach. “You’ll feel it coat the nail though, heads up.”

“Understood.” He mumbled, eyes closing against his will.

Pulling his foot into a better position, you kicked a leg up to set it on your knee. Shaking the bottle, you then readied yourself to paint. Lid free and taking a few stabs at getting enough on the brush, you took your time in calculating a proper swipe. Brushing from cuticle out, you did a clean sweep and mentally patted yourself on the back. Donnie flexed his toes curiously and you patted that soft skin to translate you needed to do more and quickly. He held still as you swiped out the first layer with only minor leakage.

He seemed alright up until you ran a nail along his bed to catch the excess. He jolted there with a slosh of water and scolded you for the feeling. Urging him that it was alright, you got caught in a minor stand-off. Too tired to keep it up, it broke for him to ask you not to do that again. You told him that might not be possible and he compromised that he needed a warning to steel himself. Moving onto the other toe, calm filtered in as he soaked and you painted. With quiet breaks, you took to massaging his arch in between coats. You found he was nothing but knotted tension and though the rub was against his current proclivities, the soothing work on those long forgotten muscles turned him into further goo. With four total coats to get solid coverage against his darkened skin and a massage to go with each minor drying, his foot was completely limp by the end. Capping the bottle, he lifted his leg to examine the work and surely caught the holographic sheen by the way he rotated his ankle.

“Good?” You asked, sleepy and cheek to porcelain. “Good.” He repeated with a sharp satisfaction.

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