#Fiction Fucker

[clovers-n-claws]

Routine

I've been gone far too long. To make up for my absence, here is some pure filth for y'all.

Runt Werewolf x Fem!Reader (18+, minors do not interact)

Summary: Your boyfriend may be the runt of his pack, but that doesn't mean he's any less affected by his "wolf problems."

Warnings: nsft, monsterfucking (obviously), knotting, breeding, heat, use of the phrase "good girl," belly bulge, and a pathetic wolfboy <3

You came home late from work, expecting to find your boyfriend, Jonah, passed out on the couch. The werewolf had made a habit of waiting like a lost puppy for you to come home. Today, however, the living room was empty, and you were faced with something else: the sounds of soft whines and whimpers coming from your bedroom. His whimpers. Almost like the ones he’d squeak out when he got hurt, but…a little different. You entered the room quietly, leaning slightly on the doorframe. Noah was curled in on himself, his face buried in the mattress, his clawed hands gripping the sheets tightly enough to rip them. 

“Jonah, baby,” you said, “is everything okay?”

When he realized you were there, his head snapped up, wide eyes surrounded by red from crying. He panted, struggling to force out a coherent sentence. 

“Ngh— c’mere…please,” he groaned, “Need…you. Need you bad…fuck…”

“Aw,” you cooed, realizing what was going on, “my poor baby’s in heat, huh?”

He nodded, his eyes pleading for you to get on the bed and help him. 

“Babe…” he whined, moving his leg and allowing you to catch a glimpse of his throbbing boner. You sighed, taking off your shirt. “Alright, baby, gimme a minute. Let me get undressed and I’m all yours.”

And when you said you were going to be all his, you meant it. You’ve helped Jonah through his heat cycles before and you knew you were in for a long night. 

When you finished stripping down, you joined the werewolf in bed, laying back on the pillows as he quickly climbed on top of you, impatient and desperate for relief. Normally, he’d enter slowly, letting you adjust to his girth, but tonight he pushed himself in to the base, eliciting a surprised yelp from you. 

“Good girl…good girl,” he growled softly, his claws digging into the mattress as he started to thrust roughly inside you, his movements erratic and needy. Even as he railed you, he was adorably vocal, letting out a “please,” or “oh, fuck,” between pleading moans. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath hot and heavy on your skin as he drove himself deeper inside your wet cunt. You wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto him tightly, enjoying every bit of this pleasure. 

After a while, Jonah slowed his thrusting, panting heavily as he kissed along the shell of your ear.

“Fuck,” he panted, desperately pounding in and out of your sloppy cunt, “I love you— I love you so much, baby, oh, fuck…“

As he painted your walls with his cream, the head of his cock swelled to fill you, stopping him from pulling out as he came, dumping load after thick load inside your sensitive hole until your tummy bulged with hot come. He clung to you as he calmed down, dick still being hugged tight by your warm walls. He moved so the two of you were laying on your sides, holding you close to his chest.

“Mm,” he sighed, “Thank you, baby...Needed to get off…so bad…”

You smiled softly and snuggled closer to him. 

“Of course,” you murmured, leaving a kiss on his neck. You laid back, getting yourself comfortable beside him and ready to sleep when you heard the low rumble of his voice in your ear.

“No, baby,” he purred, “I'm not done yet.”

[the-goblin-babe]

To Owe An Orc

Once the sun sets, the forest belongs to the Orcs.

This it what your mother taught you, what her mother before her had taught as well. You wonder now how far back the warning went.

And they believe, my child, that any pretty little thing stumbling around in it belongs to them as well.

You are a witch living alone in the deep dark wood. Perhaps you care for and heal the people in the surrounding villages. Perhaps you don't. Either way it was well known for miles around that this was the witching wood, your home. Except for when the sun set, and you retreat to your cosy little cottage.

For your family had a deal with the monsters that came out at night, and you minded it well.

Then one night word reaches you of a young woman in desperate need of your help, and she cannot wait. You'll have to brave the night or leave her to her fate.

But someone waits for you. And they would love to keep the pretty little witch that has wandered into their forest.

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To Owe and Orc is an in progress 18+ interactive romance featuring explicit sexual scenes and a single gender selectable orc love interest with optional sexual encounters with other characters. The story will feature dark themes, with a full list of content warnings to be added in the future.

-Characters-

MC

Play as male or female and customise your appearance. The player has a certain level of control over how the MC reacts to the RO and the optional sexual encounters, generally how submissive they are.

Ranash (M/F) (RO)

Though the subject of cautionary tales told to you all our life, Ranash is the first orc you've ever met. They manage to be at once everything you were warned of and completely different. Commanding and possessive, frightening even. Hopelessly lost in their forest, they offer to help you. Is it worth being in their debt?

Sol (M) (Optional sexual encounter)

A close friend of Ranash, Sol seems to be their opposite. Good natured and easy going, he is very curious about you. Despite yourself you feel comforted by his kind presence, but part of you is unsure. The way you sometimes catch him looking at you and Ranash makes you wonder.

Naz (F) (Optional sexual encounter)

Lost in the woods, Ranash had scared you terribly. You thought they were the very picture of the monstrous, awful orcs you had been warned about. You were proved wrong as soon as you laid eyes on Naz, almost seven foot of pure muscle and an aura of ice cold intimidation. She's taken a liking to you. It isn't comforting.

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I’m unsure at the moment how long this is going to be, so as of right now I don’t know if I’ll be releasing any kind of demo. I’ll let you know as soon as I know.

[chubbyreaderchan]

Since I went to school for writing I'm more confident in writing longer stories since know how to plot things so now I'm think about a Hannibal Lector x Reader story where they are interviewing him but not about his murders, but about his cooking.

He becomes infatuated with them and he becomes obsessed.

I think I would write each chapter around a recipe like the show but also include the ingredients...

With a good amount of flirting and maybe eventual smut because good hanni smut is hard to find.

[siremi-aye]

time for my hyde design,, i love him too much (kinned HARd today) cant decide whether to make him have black hair or ginger

(dialogue is from chapter 2 of the book im pretty sure,,, idk i just opened it up and flicked to the page i was looking for i wasnt paying attention to chapters)

[fadecrow]

I don’t get why so many people who are in the monster fucker/monster lover community are so against “feral” bodied/non-humanoid monsters like…

“That werewolf can’t consent it literally looks like a dog, that must be your pet dog. 😡” That alien looks too much like a snake, this is zoophilia. :/“ “That nonverbal jellyfish thing doesn’t have a discernible head or any humanlike proportions at all. Even though it’s literally psychic and could just read your mind, this is rape.”

These creatures aren’t real. The characters aren’t actual people. Their thoughts, wills, everything about them is controlled by the author. Period.

Does the artist/author say they’re capable of consent and are consenting? They can consent! They are consenting! No matter what you believe the OP’s “true intentions” were! Does the artist/author not give a shit bc it’s a standalone oneshot type of thing and leaves it up to the viewer? Imagine whatever scenario makes you not be an asshole about it and keep your negative thoughts to yourself!

The Harkness Test can be useful if we ever encounter real aliens or if you’re doing RP with strangers and haven’t discussed boundaries yet or whatever else affects people IRL. Using it for movie/book/game/original creatures in stuff made for individual consumption online is fucking stupid. It doesn’t matter. Don’t like it? Block or blacklist whatever you need so you can control your feed. Or ignore it. Scroll past! Press that little x button on the top of your window! No one’s holding you hostage to the internet!

And no one’s getting hurt if we break the Harkness Test to make porn of Deathclaws or whatever. A Deathclaw isn’t gonna become reactive and maul someone to death and need to be put down. A Deathclaw isn’t gonna commit because it got too attached to humans and then got abandoned. A Deathclaw isn’t gonna accompany a Mutant Animal Rights Activist to come hand you a cash reward for protecting it from “abuse” in fan art. They’re not real. They can’t suffer harm. Leave artists and authors alone.

[amoebaforce]

hi all! i am working on a slow burn fantasy romance story over on Wattpad!

it’s called The Devil’s Bind by Eliza Mares (me!).

the set-up:

Irene Bridges is a mid-century American secretary trying to live a quiet, unassuming life. Arlothamot is an ancient Demon Lord content to oversee his fifth of Hell as the demonic patron of war and violence. When a bloody ritual goes wrong, the two are bound by an eternal contract neither can afford to break. Irene is thrust into a terrifying new world, where dark magic lurks and demons trade in favors and blood. The only thing keeping her safe is her connection to Arlothamot, but even that comes with complications. The Demon Lord is moody, stubborn, and arrogant. And don't even get Irene started on his co-workers.

Together, this unlikely duo must maneuver their way through demonic politics and nefarious schemes, all while hiding one Hell of a secret. Join Irene and Arlothamot for a steamy, slow-burn romance that will leave you praying for more.

All chapters 18+, Chapters Seven, Eleven, Twelve, Fourteen, & Seventeen are NSFW. TWs for blood, violence, strong language, some mentions of past abuse, and general demonic activities

if you like monster boyfriends, magic, found family, hell-politics, and religious trauma, you’ll like this! if you enjoy, don’t forget to leave a vote or comment :)

current word count: ~184k

last updated: 12/11/24

read it here!!!

[beoneofus]

[lemonbl0od]

Prompt: lost partner of a vampire lord

Tw: death, not proof read, grammar

A/n: hiii!!! Back from the dead! Sadly not a genshin fic but hopefully it's still enjoyable. I'm planning on making a forest spirit one soon and possibly dehya & kaveh!

♡

When your heart stopped playing my favorite melody, my thoughts went back to the days when your heart was still beating, when breath was still in your lungs. my adoration I've never met a human who could disrespect me and yet do it in such an amusing way I look pass the stab at me. You were always so fascinated by my hands even going so far as to hold mine while your hands were just as cold ,as if the hand of death held them moments before, though I suppose i was death.

Always making sarcastic remarks, impossible fairy tales between other hideous creatures like myself— even between a ghost and a mermaid. Your affection for me went so deep. you offered me your blood, every time I'd decline, never wanting to scar your beautiful body—so weak to everything,not enough food could leave you suffering until the reaper decided you were to return to the earth, I always made sure you were content, fully fed,warm,and above all else. Happy.

CRASH!!!

I returned to reality after snapping out of my unintentional flashback. slowly, oh so slowly, I look at my beloved's face, my love, my very reason for continuing my stay in this mortal filled world. Is gone. Someone or something took away my love's life far to early to be called 'long lived'. I see a shadow of the retreating murderer as one of our lamps continue to roll in front of us. Overflowing rage, greif and loss. I placed death-defiled partner on the chair I was sitting in before they were shot, making sure they were comfortable even though they weren't in the world with me at the time. I whispered in my beloved's ear, water pricking at the corners of my eyes.

"my love, please; wait for me, we'll be together soon. I love you."

♡

[something-about-sunflowers]

Times like these (my entire twitter timeline comprised of Izzy Enjoyers being the only ones to talk about how fucked up it is that one of them got fucking doxxed, for the heinous crime of *checks notes* 'liking the fictional character Izzy Hands') I remember why I:

1. Only ever really lurk on twitter anymore and

2. Don't trust anyone in the fandom who hates Izzy.

By all means, you don't like Izzy? That's fine. But if you actively hate him, especially if you're vocal about it? I don't fucking trust you.

Fucking. Do better.

[imperiuswrecked]

People never hate a character on vibes anymore, they have to PROVE that fictional character is the worst for REASONS so they feel justified for hating that character and if they can’t find some fictional crime then usually they have to take stuff out of context to do this.

[in-her-shadow-if]

lol I saw the ask about the ROs seeing MC with a hickey and all I can imagine is Arthur just sitting on the throne going:

Arthur: No it's fine. Totally fine. So glad they've found someone that makes them happy. Totally fine. I'm fine-

YES 1000%

“Your Majesty?”

“Hmm?” Arthur hadn't caught that last bit, his mind too consumed with the idea of MC and another.

"I said a village just got burned down."

"Oh."

[the-goblin-babe]

I started it 😳 who wants to be a witch in the woods at night with a big scary orc? 👀

[k--havok]

I've been obsessed about monsters with a gargoyle type of anatomy. With beautiful large wings and they twitch and flutter during pleasure

100% yes to wings. I know you said gargoyle like anatomy but like... if you think about it, gargoyles are pretty romantic (or maybe i’m weird idk) Also does anyone else remember that TV show Gargoyles from Disney?? I can blame half the reasons why I'm like this on kids shows ngl

Also idk if you were expecting wing kink but here we go~ 

Gargoyles

 Rating: T Tags: Wing play, sensuality, lore building

Gargoyles may look intimidating, but in reality such is not the case. They are protectors of the home, old warriors, and vigilant beasts who stalk the night.

During the day, their skin hardens to rock as the sunlight graces their powerful shoulders, where wings sprout from their back. The deep slumber is required to maintain their nightly activities and energy.

But as the sun falls from the sky, and night reigns the firmament, they come alive as moonlight washes across their forms. Their bodies rise, their flesh cracking from the daily disuse. As they shed their daytime sleepiness, the battle beings.

Gargoyles are fiercely loyal creatures. They have an innate sense of intuition and the uncanny ability to read the intentions of others. Those who wish to undue harm upon the home best beware. A gargoyle’s tough hide keeps them protected from both magic and blade. Their stone flesh hinders metal strikes. Powerful magic glances off their sculpted physique, leaving naught a mark behind.

A home is not just a place, however. Home can be found in others as well. And if a gargoyle chooses you as a home, they will spend all of their immortal life protecting your form. Even after death, it is not uncommon to see a gargoyle hunched over a grave, protecting their person, their livelihood, their hearth, until the end of time. Even after bones become dust.

Many see these creatures as terrifying. And in the midst of battle to protect those who they deem important, it is understandable. Gargoyles need no magic. Nor do they need weapons other than their powerful wings, tough claws, and fangs.

A gargoyles’ wings are yet another powerful tool of their disposal. As gargoyles are heavy, stone-like creatures, their wings need to be equally powerful and large to lift their bodies into the air. A gargoyle does not have organs as humans do, as they are made of stone. And although their skin is tough and impervious to most things, their insides are hollow and full of their own inner magic.

It is a myth that gargoyles cannot feel touch. They can sense the warmth of a coming dawn, the cool breeze of night, and those who dust tender fingers across their spine. As most gargoyles usually only feel the lacerations of battle, a more delicate touch is usually quite foreign to most. 

Although made of stone, all gargoyles have softer spots of their body, akin to pressure points in that of a human. This is especially true around the base of their wings. The base of the wing is the most delicate part of a gargoyle and most avoid allowing enemies to get purchase or even others to touch them. 

But, for someone who has befriended a gargoyle, and who has gained a gargoyle’s full trust, touching the wings is a rare gift. 

When touching the base of their powerful wings, the stone is more brittle. Softer. Almost like limestone. It is often cold due to outside temperatures. The gentle dusting of a few fingers will often lead to a small, full-body shudder. The wings, usually still, lower and open wider, allowing further access to those the gargoyle trusts. A slightly stronger press, akin to the kneading of a cat, lends to further reactions. When the uncertainty and strangeness subsides, a new desire burns. 

Gargoyles often show their emotions with their tail. While a quickly lashing tail may denote rage, flicks of the tip often point towards pleasure. 

Some gargoyles have more sensitivities in the wings than others. For those who are extra sensitive, all it takes is a long stroke down the forelimb of the wing, from the joint of the spine toward the first finger of the wing, to induce utter wanton. A gargoyle may open their wings full to the sensation, bowing their head down and curling their limbs beneath their rock-hard bodies in a show of absolute trust and adoration. 

Most who gaze upon the gargoyle do not see a creature of elegance and resignation. But those who can are graced with a sight like no other. Wings powerful enough to snap metal tremble beneath soft, fleshy fingers. The guttural moans of a gargoyle sound similar to that of crumbling stone. Their glowing, pupil-less eyes somehow roll to the back of their skull from the bliss of such machinations. 

For the truly lucky and adored, such attention and care may lead to a gargoyle wrapping their powerful, stone wings around you. Although their flesh may be rough, their touch and passion are not. 

[bellsanthia579]

Werewolf x reader

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     “Shit!” You spoke, pain boiling beneath your voice. As you looked down at your ankle, wedged between two rocks, you began to feel sick. Your day had stated out amazing. The sun was shining the sky was clear, and you were in a great mood. It was not akin to where you are now, lost in the woods with your ankle shattered. Thunder rumbled high above you, it was all you could do, but to let the pelting rain soak you to your core. The thought of a nice evening walk seemed laughable now. 

     As you tried to free your foot from the grasp of the earth, a slight sound brought your attention. Something was out there lurking in the night, no doubt sizing you up for dinner. “Hello.” your voice quivered. A large wolf leaped from the brush, your heart couldn’t take it, you fell back towards the ground. passing out with a thud. 

     When you awoke you felt warm and secure. Bad dream. You thought. But as you became more and more aware to your surroundings, you realized that it was not a dream. The large stone walls were a testament to that. you stared at the large rock ceiling above you, trying to piece together what happened to you. You sat up to look around the rest of the cave. You seemed to be about 50 ft. from the main entrance. A small fire was set up not too far from you. The smoke filling the large cave. You laid on a soft fur palate, which was set up against the wall. 

      With a long sigh you propped yourself against the cave wall. Slowly pulling back the fur blanket that lay atop of you. Your ankle was bandaged, not very good, but it would do the job. “You’re awake.” You snapped your head toward the owner of the voice. A tall buff man stood leaning against the entrance of the cave. 

“Where am I.” The man slinked his way over to you. A wave of fear washed through you as he didn’t respond right away. tension hung in the atmosphere.

“My home.” He occupied himself by scraping dirt from the cave wall. "I took the liberty of bandaging your ankle."

In a full whisper you spoke." You didn't have to do that." The man in front of you shifted himself angerly.

"Well, The wolf couldn't just leave you to get eaten by a bear or something." His words if ignited a painfully loud science, only broken when you spoke once more.

"What do you mean the wolf?" The man looked away awkwardly, avoiding your gaze.

"I thought it was obvious. The cave, the ears, the large wolf from last night." A spark lit in your head, everything made sense know. You had heard of werewolves in fantasy books, but they weren't real, they were just make-believe. However, the dog eared man In front of you made you think otherwise. “Are you hungry? I caught a deer, if you want any.” You tried to lift your arm, but a sharp pain washed up your shoulder. “OH no! try not to move it!” you pulled back the fabric to reveal a nasty looking bite.

“What did you do?”

“The wolf mistook you for a threat and bit you. I’m sorry. I tried to stop it.”

“Will I turn?” 

“I’m not sure. It will take time for symptoms to set in, probably, a day or two.” You looked at him with a mix of fear and sarcasm.

“Great.“

[eruden-writes]

The Unexpected Human Problem - Part 6 (Yautja x Human)

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 (coming soon)

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Summary: The night her abductors die, Rayelle finds herself running for her life. She doesn’t know where she is, what is following her, where to go. All she knows is she’s not on Earth any longer and the thing chasing her has the capacity to kill.

Tai'qdei never anticipated finding a human when he took the job of tracking and subduing a small contingent of smugglers. It was only when the human attacked and fled fled, Tai'qdei - hopped up on the euphoria of a successful hunt - gave chase, instinct burning at his center.

Will sense return to Tai'qdei before he catches Rayelle? Or will Rayelle be subjected to the yautja’s natural inclinations?

And what happens afterwards?

Tag list: @ajarofpickledtears

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CHAPTER CW: Mentions of kidnapping/abduction.

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“I didn’t mean it like that,” Tai’dqei rushed to say, holding his hands up as if he could stop Rayelle’s interpretation of his words. Between her eyes drifting from him and the way something crumpled in her expression, he doubted he could salvage the situation. Still, he tried. “Time is just very complicated and causing a rift could be-” 

“I’ve seen sci-fi movies, I get it,” Rayelle snapped, the entirety of her situation sinking in. From the corner of her gaze, she saw both Ah’ke and Tai’dqei straighten in their seats. They were on alert now, hearing the unmitigated rage in her voice. 

Rayelle was too consumed by her own thoughts to care. Even if she couldn’t return to her time due to temporal anomalies, or whatever the fuck they called them in sci-fi movies, would she find familiarity in her home planet? So much time had passed. Would she recognize anything? 

Would it be worth it, without friends or family? 

The thought made the room spin and her head feel light. Without a thought to how the aliens would take it, Rayelle gave a groan and pressed her forehead to the table. Over Rayelle’s lowered head, Ah’ke and Tai’dqei shared a concerned look. 

Gently, Ah’ke put a clawed hand on Rayelle’s shoulder. When the human didn’t flinch away, she let her hand stay there as she softly said, “You should eat and drink something.” 

“I don’t think I can.” Rayelle’s head was too full of thoughts, she doubted her brain had the capacity to also manage consuming anything. As another pang shot through her head, she mumbled, “I just want to sleep.” 

At that, Ah’ke made a sound, gaining Tai’dqei’s attention again over Rayelle’s slumped form. Ah’ke gave him a meaningful look and he recalled what she had said earlier. 

“I can show you to the guest quarters,” Tai’dqei said as he stood from his chair. As he straightened, he realized how small Rayelle appeared, slumped on the table. She seemed larger when throwing stuff at him and struggling against him. 

Rayelle looked up at him from her spot on the table. Faintly, she wondered why such a fearsome alien would take any shit from a human. Especially the amount she had unleashed on Tai’dqei. Whatever Ah’ke and he were, they appeared formidable and gave off an inherent air of ‘taking no shit.’ 

Perhaps she was wrong though. Tai’dqei waited for her answer, shifting from one large foot to the other. If she didn’t know better, he seemed nervous under her gaze. As she pushed herself to a more upright position, she remembered the weight around her throat. 

“What about this?” She asked, while motioning to the collar he had placed on her.

“I’m sorry, but that stays,” Tai’dqei answered, only to be subjected to a glare not only from Rayelle but also Ah’ke. Both women looked about ready to say something, but Tai’dqei cut them both off, “Humans can be a commodity to other races. I don’t want to risk you being taken again.” 

Ah’ke seemed about ready to fight, ready to remind him he was technically her most recent abductor, but Rayelle’s tense shoulders slumped. After spending who-knew-how-long on that first spaceship, being evaluated like a cow on an auction block, Rayelle could guess the varied usages other races had for humans. 

Not to mention Tai’dqei’s initial interaction with her. Which he had yet to explain. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear his excuses right now, anyway.

“Fine.” With a sigh, Rayelle pushed herself away from the table, the chair scraping along the floor. Her body ached from exhaustion and her head continued to pulse with a headache. Somewhere dark and quiet and alone sounded splendid.

As Rayelle stood, a wordless exchange shot between Tai’dqei and Ah’ke. She made it clear with her eyes she didn’t agree with his decision, but his stance never sagged under her silent judgment. Even if he could trust Rayelle to not run away, he could not trust others to not harm her or snatch her up. While he knew not all humans were subjected to such incidents, Rayelle simply was too vulnerable. 

“Follow me,” he told Rayelle, ignoring the increasingly heated look Ah’ke gave him as he turned to lead the human down the hall they’d come from.

Rayelle rolled her eyes as she shuffled after him, scoffing,  “Like I have a choice.” 

When Tai’dqei stopped abruptly, Rayelle almost ran into his back. She stumbled a step back, before her body registered even his radiating body temperature. But not before her eyes registered the musculature along his back, beneath the mesh and partial armor. Flashes of the first night popped into her head, remembering how easily he hauled her up onto his shoulder, even as she struggled. The thoughts were soon joined by more recent memories. Especially the one where Tai’dqei had caught her from behind, his arm wrapped around her and his hand splayed across her middle. 

“You have a choice,” he told her, looking over his shoulder. Rayelle swallowed, trying to shoo the thoughts away as she turned her attention from his back to his eyes. “You can follow nicely or I can haul you there myself.”

Something in Rayelle’s expression hardened. Tai’dqei mentally winced, his attempt at joking obviously misfiring. The air between himself and the human weighed heavily, made all the worse when Tai’dqei remembered Ah’ke’s eyes on them. 

He was about to continue walking when Rayelle retorted, “Or I could run.” 

The way she said the words was like a threat. He remembered all too well the strained demand he’d given her earlier. Tai’dqei’s hands flexed at his sides. The ghost of her warmth and softness teased along his palms. “You could, but I would advise against that.” 

“Yeah yeah, I know,” Rayelle snorted, rolling her eyes again. She crossed her arms, leveling an unimpressed look up at Tai’dqei. “You haven’t told me why, though.” 

At the expression that shot across Ah’ke’s face, Tai’dqei turned to face Rayelle and rushed to say, “Becau-” 

“I don’t care, I want to rest,” Rayelle interrupted, raising a hand to cut him off. “Just show me to my room.” 

With his mandibles tight to his face, Tai’dqei shot an uncertain glance to Ah’ke. His former mate seemed amused more than anything, as she tilted her head and raised her eyebrow ridges tauntingly. It was as if Ah’ke was telling him it was his problem to solve, his decision to make. And she would be correct. 

Instead of replying to Rayelle, Tai’dqei simply nodded and led her down the hall. He tried not to think about how, though he had been joking, he’d have been happy to carry Rayelle to her quarters. Followed by tossing her onto the bed and climbing atop-

With a forceful mental push, he shoved the image from his head. A trip to that brothel was in order, he decided, as his fingers a little too forcefully punched a code into a wall panel. The door beside the panel hissed open, unlocked and now freely accessible to Rayelle. 

Tai’dqei stepped to the side, motioning toward the room with one hand. Rayelle looked from him to the room. At a glance, it was certainly more comfortable looking than the cell, she decided. She entered slowly, taking stock of the room. It was small, with drawers built into the walls and scant decoration. The bed, she guessed, was the human full-size equivalent, though it looked plenty big to her. 

Behind her, she could still feel Tai’dqei watching her. It made the hair on the back of her neck rise and squirming sensations flood her stomach. 

Her eye caught the panel inside the room, beside the door, that mirrored the one outside it. Her finger reached out, intuitively, and pressed the largest glowing button. 

Rayelle watched the door hiss shut with Tai’dqei on the other side. If he was waiting for an ounce of gratitude from her, he would be waiting for a long time, she decided as she turned to the bed.

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Tai’dqei stared at the closed door for a moment. While he assumed Rayelle wasn’t going to re-open it, whether she meant to close it experimentally or intentionally, he thought it best to wait. Just in case. 

As expected, the door did not re-open. Turning back toward the mess, Tai’dqei considered what to do next. There was still a lurid itch in his center. The thought of tossing Rayelle onto her new bed had reignited hormonal impulses. So, he would likely be hitting up the brothel Ah’ke mentioned. 

Beyond that, he needed to resupply on food and minor necessities. Then there was the question of collecting on his work. After finishing the cleaning process on the skulls and spines of his bounties - done between Rayelle monitoring sessions - he had sent a request for a change in meet-up location. Hopefully, his employer would agree to meet at this particular outpost. If not, that was yet another stop to be made, at some point.

As he entered the mess, spotting Ah’ke still seated at the table, Tai’dqei realized there was another snag he hadn’t thought of. He couldn’t very well leave Rayelle alone on his ship. Ah’ke glanced up from the holoscreen her gauntlet displayed as he approached her. 

Tai’dqei gave her holo a cursory look, noting the few organizations listed were for humans displaced from their time, before inclining his head to Ah’ke. “Can you stick around while I get some errands done off-ship? Might be awhile.”

She gave a little titter, her mandibles pulling upward with amusement as she turned the holoscreen off. “Going to that brothel after all?” 

There was no point in denying it, he decided. Instead, he rolled his eyes and gave a resigned sigh, his mandibles twitching down. “Among other things.”

Ah’ke’s eyebrow ridges raised with curiosity. “Such as?” 

“Resupplying. I’m low on med sprays and I need some replacement filaments,” he replied as he gathered a bag and checked his account via his wrist gear. Mentally, he tabulated a rough estimate as to how much he’d be spending. At least, on the supplies. He was too embarrassed with himself to consider just how much he was preparing to blow on carnal relief. “I should probably get food Rayelle will eat, as well.” 

His friend made a humming sound, the leg crossed over her knee bouncing a little. “You should consider getting some things for her, too.” 

Tai’dqei stared woodenly at Ah’ke, unsure if she was being suggestive or sincere. Maybe it was the hormones infesting his brain, but he could only think of adult toys or contraceptives. Either way, he had no clue what Ah’ke realistically meant. “Like what?” 

“Just get her some clothes, toiletries,” Ah’ke leaned back in her chair, motioning with her hand as she spoke. “Something to enrich her mind.”

For the most part, the suggestions made sense and Tai’dqei acknowledge that, yes, his brain was just far too infested with hormones to think straight. He doubted Rayelle would stand wearing his clothes and providing items for self-care and hygiene seemed reasonable. Though perhaps he should just get her some clothes and have her shop with him, at some point. There was no telling what her preferences were or if she had allergies. The last thing he wanted was to buy her something she couldn’t use or, worse, would cause her discomfort.

But there was a phrasing that Ah’ke used that he couldn’t let go.

“Enrich her mind?” Tai’dqei snorted, his eyes noticing for the first time that Ah’ke had painted her claws a violet color. The last few times she had done so was when she was trying to get a non-yautja’s attention. His attention quickly re-focused back on her face. “You’re making her sound like a pet, Ah’ke.” 

“You know what I mean,” she said with a huff, waving her hand to dismiss his wry statement. Ah’ke’s voice softened as she went on, “She went from one cage to your brig to your guest quarters. She’s had nothing to do.” 

Tai’dqei couldn’t help the way his mandibles twitched upward. Being bored was tantamount to torture to Ah’ke. But, he supposed, the amount of mind numbing nothing-to-do that Rayelle had been forced through was a sort of torture. 

While that was true, Tai’dqei knew it wouldn’t always be so. No matter her circumstances, she was going to have to learn about her current environment. Which might mean Rayelle would have a lot of reading and adjusting to do. “She’ll have plenty to do soon enough.” 

Ah’ke seemed to read his mind. Her mandibles pulled up a little, in a yautja version of a smile, though a somber one. “Yes, she will. But maybe give her something so she can mentally escape a little.” 

“I’ll consider it,” was all Tai’dqei could bring himself to say. He wasn’t certain how many credits he’d be burning on these errands. Especially if he was going to be sexually serviced.

“In sector C, there’s a little miscellaneous store run by a Haaloidian. You might be able to find her some fun stuff there.” Ah’ke had chosen not to pick up on the ambiguity of Tai’dqei’s statement. As she often stubbornly did. To her, it almost seemed a done deal that he’d be purchasing things for Rayelle. Or perhaps she had other reasons for the suggestion. “Tell Khimiel I sent you. She will give you a discount.”

Haaloidians, the merchants of the universe. As expected, they were often very friendly and, in most cases, eccentric. At least, in Tai’dqei’s experience. 

“Khimiel.” Tai’dqei raised an eye ridge, though his tone dipped into mild amusement, “Is she the reason for your painted claws?” 

“You noticed!” Ah’ke laughed as she held up a hand, wiggling her fingers. The claw polish shifted colors in the changing light and had specks of glitter in it. Around her extended hand, she shot Tai’dqei a teasing look, fluttering her eyes at him, “Don’t be jealous.” 

“No promises, but I’ll let Khimiel know you sent me.” Tai’dqei shook his head, but couldn’t help the slight way his mandibles pulled up. As much as he was envious of this Khimiel for gaining Ah’ke’s attention, it wasn’t like strict monogamy was present in yautja culture. Even if they were still together, Ah’ke would have been free to pursue other lovers. As he turned to leave, waiting for the door to the exterior to open, he couldn’t help but add, “And I’ll be sure to put whatever I buy on the tab you inevitably have.” 

“Don’t you dare!” Ah’ke was so quick to get to her feet, Tai’dqei had to stifle a laugh. His old friend likely had a long tab already, if she were trying to get this Khimiel’s attention.

Ignoring her outburst, Tai’dqei continued out out the door. “Thanks for staying, Ah’ke. Appreciate it!” 

Ah’ke did not bid him farewell. She followed after him, the clicking in her voice more pronounced as she hissed, “Tai, if you rack up a huge bill, I swear I’ll wear your skull as a purse!” 

“You’ve used that threat before and I’m still not an accessory,” Tai’dqei called back, over his shoulder, as the door slowly began closing in his wake. He caught a very unamused Ah’ke watching him go, her arms crossed over her chest. Offering a cheeky wave, he chuckled as his former lover made a rude gesture, before the door fully closed. 

[tyrantisterror]

I’m generally in favor of distinctly nonhuman designs for sapient aliens in fiction, but I think Star Trek needs humanoid aliens because a core part of its DNA is its abundant sexuality, and you kinda need the aliens to look like they could fuck humans and make viable offspring.  It’s as central to Star Trek as exploring space.