#and that extends beyond just relationships/sex stuff

[ave-immaculata]

sincere question: how do you guys think Catholic women ought to interact with men who aren't their husband/family? how is it the same as or different than women?

[roseglazedlens]

⦑ a kiss away ⦒✶.*

pairing(s): leon kennedy x afab!reader synopsis: you and leon were supposed to be just friends. until one night, an impromptu kiss changed the trajectory of your relationship. content: smut 18+ only mdni, fluff, angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, oral (m receiving), p in v, degration, hair pulling READ THE PREQUEL HERE « words: 2.1k┇masterlist┇ao3┇reblogs appreicated! »

You can’t stop thinking about the kiss.

You can’t stop thinking about Leon’s calloused fingers grazing over the plump of your cheek, scorching your skin with hands so cold it reminded you of the rifles you handled during those gruelling winter missions. You can’t stop thinking about how his pupils flared, and you basked in the glazed cerulean of his irises, so clear you could see yourself through them.

Worst of it all, you can’t stop thinking about him.

You shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. Leon Kennedy is your friend, your best friend. Your first meeting was five years ago on the field, clicked instantly from sharing the same corny sense of humour, and since then, your dynamic with him has been strictly platonic. You told him about all your exes, your sex life in detail, who you dated and when you had your one night stands. Hell, you even told him about your revolting bad habits that you kept secret from your exes. There was no chance this man could fall in love with someone like you, right?

…Right?

Truth is, you valued your relationship with Leon so much that you’re unwilling to risk it. You two connected beyond the small stuff, sometimes you find your conversations take a philosophical turn. You two discussed about life, family, dreams for a better world – it’s not the kind of connection you can find again.

And now you two have shared a kiss.

You were startled by the sound of your ringtone chanting through the Bluetooth speakers of your car, piercing through your train of thought. Your brain assigned autopilot, navigating you home after a laborious mission in the middle of Texas for the past two weeks. Darting your eyes at the screen, you recognised the familiar name on your contact list.

Leon. Speak of the devil.

You clicked a button on the side of your wheel. The ringing stopped, and the line connected. Immediately, you were embraced by a glee in Leon’s voice, but only ever so subtly.

“Hey. Welcome back.”

“How’d you know I’m back?” You gripped the steering wheel, a tiny concern brewed in you, worried he would catch your unusual behaviour.

“Chris told me. He’s surprised you didn’t say anything.”

A deep sigh left your throat from your core. You couldn’t exactly tell Leon that you needed time, time to catch a breath, time to process your yearn for this man. No matter how understanding he could have been.

There was no use hiding – Chris would have told him about your whereabouts if you didn’t. Chris and Leon are close friends after all.

“Can’t get a moment of peace with you two around.”

“Next time, call me. I can pick you up.” Your pulse took a leap. In another time or situation, those words would not meant anything to you. It was just how Leon was, his instincts to help others extended into his personal life too.

“So you don’t fall asleep on the wheel, stupid. Your death will not be on my conscience.”

That earned a giggle in your books. You could tell Leon’s light teasing was an attempt to comfort you, to make you laugh, to hear the snorty chuckle between your lips.

“Don’t worry. If I pass, I’ll make sure to haunt you for the rest of your life. Regardless whose fault it is.” You quipped.

“That sounds wonderful.”

Despite his sarcasm, Leon’s voice warmed at the sound of your laugh. You couldn’t help but appreciate these moments like this with him, and you prayed what you had together would never go away.

“Anyway, get some rest. I’ll bring you some food to your place at eight.”

You appreciated how he remembered that you prefer to stay home directly after a mission. After difficult missions, the presence of people could be daunting and uneasy.

Leon’s the exception.

He always brought a peace offering – a chicken sandwich from your favourite deli, a viral dessert you saw in a store once, your usual frappuccino order with ten customisations… If you want it, he got it for you.

“See you soon.” He hung up and you drove home.

You’re thankful for internalised heating and electric blankets. They’ve became necessities for post mission self-care routine like this one. You scrubbed yourself down, cleansing the scent of blood, grease and dirt that clings deeply to your body. So when you finished, you feel rejuvenated. You napped, checked for new mail, checked for bad food in the fridge and took care of any errands you missed when you had to leave swiftly for the mission.

You waited and waited. It was almost eighty-fourty, with nothing but a brief text that penned “Running late” from Leon. You texted back, no follow-ups, no ‘seen’, no double checkmark. You wondered what was taking him so long, before the bell buzz at your door.

You opened the door, prepared to give him a lecture, just to find Leon with a familiar takeaway bag in his hands.

“No way… Is that…?”

“Yes. It’s from your favourite place.”

“Wait, the one that’s always has a long line…?”

Leon helped himself into your apartment. His hair soaked, it shimmered under the ceiling light of your apartment. He must have waited a whole hour in the rain.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Thank you would be nice.”

You hurried to your cupboard, picked up a fresh towel and handed it to Leon for him to dry off.

“Thank you. I mean it.”

Leon nodded, a gentle grin at the corner of his lips knowing that you’re grateful of his gesture. And you genuinely did. No man, no ex, no friend you knew would do things for you to this extent. With your help, Leon removed his wet jacket and revealed his top also drenched underneath, clinging to every bump, every muscle on his torso. You swallowed deeply, slotting your eyes anywhere but his chest.

“I’ve got spare clothes in the car.”

You insisted on grabbing Leon’s clothes for him, thankful for the opportunity to take yourself away from the situation. You took the keys, and took in some fresh air. Anything to distract yourself from imagining your best friend naked on the top half. You opened the truck, retrieved his spare clothes in his gym bag and returned to your home.

When the door opened, you found Leon with his shirt already removed, revealing those sculpted muscles from the results of his vigorous training.

“Sorry. It gets uncomfortable when it’s sticky.”

You gawked, your eyes planted on the slopes of Leon’s tauted arms, pelvis line drawing a deep v into his crotch. He’s showing off. You know it. You struggled through the desire of staring knowing it will just rub his ego even further, but your eyes betrayed you. Leon observed you, a smug grin that made you hold back a punch.

“Like what you see?”

Leon strided towards you, taking his time. You had plenty of chances to walk away now, but your feet are planted to the floor, his dry clothes still in your hand. With a hand over your head, Leon closed the entrance door, and shifted close enough for you to catch his scent – the musky woodiness mixed with rain and his odour enveloped your nose – his signature cologne.

A hand reached to your waist, pulled you in his embrace.

“Do you want to see the rest?”

His breath tickled your ears as he whispered.

You forgot how attractive Leon could be. How others flock to his attention. Begged me to give them his number. With full confidence, you believed those charms didn’t work on you. Blissfully unaware that Leon chose to withdraw his charms in front of you, contrasting to the unadulterated need his body radiated right now.

Breath tightened, pulse sped, unable to keep up with your thoughts. You felt a sensation shot down your spinal cord, knees trembled slightly, a look of mischief clung to Leon’s face. Your body betrayed you, nodding incessantly.

“So honest.”

Leon feet guided you to the couch, sat you till your eyes level to the bulge in his jeans. The blond undid his first button, and your gaze followed the zipper downwards. Leon grabbed underneath his boxers, and his dick sprung free onto his abdomen. With a curled fist, Leon hovered it at the bridge of your nose and pumped it a few times in your direct line of sight.

“Wet it for me, baby.”

He teased, inching his cock closer to the pucker of your lips.

Saliva gathered at the back of your throat, your tongue desperate to feast on him. A droplet of precome leaked from his tip. You grazed your tongue on the tiny slit, circulating the drop all over your mouth until it blended in your saliva. The light hint of saltiness was there, and it was gone again.

Leon hitched a breath, his hands crawling down your head to pull your hair back loosely for easier moment. You hollowed your cheeks, and slide his girth between your lips. Light gasp turned to needy grunts, the hands groping your hair tightened, pushing you further inside.

You curled your tongue all over the head, coating it with your slick, indulging in the smell of sweat intertwined with his sex. Corner of your lips dribbled down your neck, eyes forced shut from the ache of the shape of his cock head engraved in the back of your throat. But you couldn’t get enough. You let a hand go from Leon’s thigh, and reached for your underwear instead.

“Look at you. Can’t even wait five minutes.”

Leon’s blue eyes glistened with cunningness. His hand tugged harshly at your hair, eliciting a pained groan that pulled you off his cock out with a pop. With one swift motion, Leon removed your top and pants, until you are bare in nothing but your underwear. He slid his hand underneath you, pushed your underwear aside, and felt the stickiness as a finger went inside you.

“God, you want this so much, huh?”

“S-Shut up and fuck me, Leon.”

Leon’s expression changed when you told him that. It triggered something carnal within, and shoved your back onto the couch, underwear pushed aside, cock teased your entrance. With one deep breath, Leon thrusted himself in you, ignoring your needy pleas. You shrieked in pleasure, your jaw drowned in the juncture between his neck and shoulders, nails clawing his back.

“You’re sucking me in, baby…”

Leon’s skin flushed red, his sculpted shoulders strained in delight at the impact.

Without further ado, Leon slammed into your swollen, needy cunt. Squelches and the slap of skin to skin hovered the air, and a stir developed in your body, threatened to release. Your eyes tried to brace shut, but Leon’s hand stroked your face when you did, demanding you to look at him. Until your thoughts were filled with him as you finished together. Leon followed, removed you quickly and landed the streams of come on your lower belly.

It was supposed to be a moment of euphoria, but Leon’s expression turned grim, parting from your embrace after his fingers dwelled lightly on your shoulder blades.

“You should have run when you had the chance.”

Leon sighed, regret forming at his tongue.

“You could have had a normal life, be with someone who doesn’t chase death like me. But now that I have you, it’s impossible to let you go. I can’t ignore wanting you anymore.”

You sensed years of agony and sorrow behind his cerulean eyes – you never noticed these emotions he kept so secretively in his heart. How much did he had to suffer when you told him of all your relationships in the past, and Leon supported you each and every time. No matter how terrible your exes treated you.

“That’s not the life I want.” You affirmed, two fingers brushed his lips and reached his jaw. “I don’t want an easy life, Leon. I don’t care how hard it is. I want to be by your side.”

Leon pulled you in tighter into his familiar embrace. He laid his lips against yours, and you are reminded of that intimate kiss you shared two weeks ago. The passion, minty sweetness of gum is so distinctly Leon.

It was his plea, begged you to notice how much Leon loved you. How far he will go to make you happy. It took you so long, but you could finally accept him. You returned the kiss, just as gentle, loving – a silent vow to Leon that you will make him happy as he lived.

“Come on, baby. Let’s eat. The pizza’s already cold.”

EDIT: I wrote a prequel to this! thanks for reading! come check out my other works. ––yours truly, rose.

[deadboydetectives-confessions]

To the person who talked about writing in-character vs kinks, I hear you and I agree with some of it and sympathize.

But on the other hand...I've been in enough fandoms to know that's just how things sort of go? The fic starts out very canon and canon-adjacent, but if it's an active fandom, those stories get churned through fairly quickly. Then people seem to get kinkier and kinkier, and AUs/fanon versions start to be more prominent. It seems to be a common pattern as people maybe get bored with canon, or they have enough canon stories to last them awhile.

Also as a fic writer? Readership starts to drop for anything canon after awhile. To keep people interested, you pretty much have to start mixing it up. For me, that's never in the porn direction but that's the way people will often take it. That's why there seems to be more and more AUs the longer a fandom is around.

That's the same for fics focused on people beyond the main couple. Focusing on non-shippy characters can be a really hard sell even when a fandom is new depending on the show. It becomes exponentially harder as the fandom ages and readers stop reading. The people who are left are also generally the fans of the main ship. And even if people are interested, there's far fewer of them later in fandom. I've seen fics that didn't feature Edwin or Charles or focused on anyone but them and it gets like 30 hits in an entire week. That's really discouraging as a writer and I think it's only natural to write the stuff where there's an actual audience.

Add to that, when it's the most natural to write Crystal, Niko, Jenny, the Night Nurse, etc...is in casefic. Casefic is a LOT of work and appetite for that also drops as a fandom ages. If you're writing a shippy fic that mainly focuses on a relationship, it can be cumbersome or feel forced to add in characters who aren't being shipped. Those four have the misfortune of not having canon ships to work with (Crystal and Charles could be an exception but they did agree to be just friends before the show ended.) They are also, frankly, not men. And the focus on M/M ships over F/F or M/F is something that is waaaay bigger than DBD and extends to fandom as a whole.

As a fellow ace person I also feel perplexed by the focus on kinky sex as a fandom ages. But I do honestly think it's just the way fandom works.

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[wormtitty]

Kinktober Day 3: clothed sex (louis/lestat)

on AO3 here.

He’d seen Lestat’s music videos, and some early stuff off the cutting room floor of Daniel’s interviews. He should have expected this. 

But for a reason beyond him, Louis is not prepared for the sight of Lestat on the greenroom sofa: long legs webbed in netting, cropped tank exposing the flat pane of his chest. And that skirt. Skintight leather hung low on his hips, barely reaching the tops of his thighs. He’s reclining lazily, the exposed crease of his ass pressed to the velvet below. 

“Hello, Louis.” A hint of tongue poking between his teeth. That damned smile. He’s fiddling with a pink…vape? 

“Lestat.” He’s thrown off, reaching for his usual charisma but coming up with hands empty. He stands there, staring dumbly. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence this evening?” Lestat frowns a little. “You have never accepted my open invitation before.” 

In lieu of a verbal response, Louis climbs right into his lap. He doesn’t waste any time, going in tongue-first, tangling his fingers through Lestat’s hair. It’s messy and wet and he’s missed this but there’s a distinct sour taste in his mouth now. That’s definitely new.

Louis pulls back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Ugh, Lestat. Why do you even have that? It tastes like soap.” 

Lestat shrugs. “The mortals frown upon cigarettes inside now. And I like to have something in my mouth.” 

“That’s my line.” 

“Louis,” Lestat breathes. He’s always been so easy to rile up. Louis can see written across his face, a flush high on his cheeks, pupils blown wide as saucers. 

So Louis goes for it, the leather giving just enough to allow him to slide his fingers up under the hem of the skirt, digging them into the meat of his ass as he goes. The sharp blades of his nails slice through the netting. Oops. It’s all smooth, soft skin and muscle until Louis’ fingers brush against something that’s neither underwear nor bare skin. 

“Lestat… what is this?” 

“It’s called ‘tucking,’ mon cher, all of the lovely queens are doing it now. See?” he stands, gently maneuvering Louis off of him. Lestat turns to the side to show off the flat front of him. It’s impressive, yes, but -

“That’s nice, Lestat. Now would you kindly undo it for me?” He puts on those pleading eyes that nearly always get him what he wants. It works. There’s a semi-awkward moment while Lestat fumbles with the tape between his legs. Louis waits patiently there on the couch, taking in the sight of him from a new angle. What a sight for sore eyes. It’s moments like this that Louis questions why he insisted on maintaining so much space at this stage in their relationship. 

The questions and, actually, all thoughts leave his mind as soon as Lestat stands before him again, cock hanging heavy between his legs, steadily filling out. Louis pulls him in by the hips, presses his nose to his groin where hip meets thigh, nuzzles into the wiry blond hair at the base of his cock. He’s hot and engorged with blood by the time he gets his lips around the head. 

Louis works him with his mouth for a few minutes, savoring every groan and gasp and French expletive that leaves Lestat’s lips. WIthin seconds he’s unclasping his own trousers, frantically shoving two fingers inside himself, dry and rough. He moans around the cock in his mouth. 

“Mon cher, Louis, mon cœur,” Lestat gasps. “You’re going to make me, I’m going to -” He bites off a snarl, fangs extended and poking into his bottom lip. Louis releases him from his mouth, sliding off slick and smooth. His grip is tight around the base of Lestat’s cock, making him growl in frustration. 

“Relax, Lestat. I’m not finished with you yet.”

Louis pulls himself up Lestat’s torso, speckling wet little kisses to any exposed skin as he goes. He shoves his tongue in Lestat’s mouth, making him taste himself. He knows he enjoys it, savoring the proof of Louis’ mouth on him.

They part with one final wet smack before Louis turns and kneels on the couch, bracing himself along the backrest, fumbling with his pants to pull them to rest just under the curve of his ass. He looks over his shoulder, sees Lestat standing there with an awed look on his face, eyes glassy and mouth ever so slightly open.

“You comin’, Les?” And it’s like something in him snaps, sending him lurching forward to rut against Louis. If he wasn’t desperate to get that cock inside of him, he’d probably let him chase his release just like that. As it is, he lets Lestat get away with it for barely a handful of seconds before he reaches back and lines him up.  

Louis bears down and back for one agonizingly slow moment until Lestat is fully sheathed inside of him. He can feel the edges of that tiny skirt pressed against the backs of his thighs. It burns him from the inside out.

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 68

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

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

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

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

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

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You never felt controlled by him.

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

You loved him.

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

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

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

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

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

Wedding date.

Wedding color scheme.

Wedding theme.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You gave him his patented look.

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

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

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

“Is it a secret?”

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

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

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

You kissed him.

It wasn’t a distraction.

He must have known because he finally relented.

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

You wanted it to represent you both.

You wanted a guest list of those most important.

You wanted this to be a celebration.

You wanted to share your love with your loved ones.

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

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

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

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

You sank down in fear.

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed. “Donniezilla!”

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You aren’t married?!”

You only glanced at Donnie.

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

You were now staring at your partner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mikey was coming to the wedding.

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

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

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

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

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

You hadn’t forgotten.

It was too poignant.

An omission that was painfully obvious.

Donnie was texting.

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

You felt his smile before you saw it.

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

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

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

He had a friend.

One that you didn’t supply.

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

“I have a lunch appointment this coming Saturday.”

You meant to leave it.

You were going to let him have this.

The most you could offer was looking away from him.

You loved him so much.

“Tell Raph I said hi.”

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

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

-

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

You chewed on a giggle and nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You squirmed to stay in your spot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Donnie nodded his appreciation. “Without further ado.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready?” Donnie took his original position.

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

You both lifted your arms in time.

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

“Two.”

“One.” You both pressed your stones.

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

“Softshell.” Donnie spoke warmly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I haven’t seen past your species.”

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

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

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

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

You tried to judge what height was lost.

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

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

It came with a raise of his brows.

They were now caterpillars on his face.

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

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

He shook out and looked down at his hands.

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

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

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

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

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

“You are.”

“I can feel the hair follicles!”

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

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

You looked at him with a curious blink.

You knew you had lashes.

You could feel them.

They were also nothing like they were.

The distinct lack made blinking not feel as clear.

He gave a forced grunt.

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

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

“I know.”

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

“Donnie, I know.”

“I did not think that sensation would translate!”

You squeezed his hands. “Don.”

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

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

“Yes.” He agreed all too quickly.

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

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

It, in fact, dragged and you stumbled slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

A bald version of yourself greeted you.

You looked like a smaller version of Donnie.

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

You reached an arm around to touch them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It piqued his interest and you saw him search you.

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

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

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

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

“Does Raph have marks?”

Donnie looked more frustrated. “No.”

“Weird…”

Donnie rolled his eyes.

“Mysticism.” You spoke for him.

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

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

He nodded and moved closer to trend further down.

Your upper mons was now covered by a literal plate.

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

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

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

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

“This flesh is so weak!!” He snarled.

“What happened?” You offered a hand.

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

Was he lighter or were you stronger?

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

His dick hung an innocent pillar.

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

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

Donnie’s nose scrunched. “Horrific!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That couldn’t have hurt!”

“But I can feel it!” Donnie huffed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It stole all of Donnie’s attention.

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

“The structure of your larynx differs.”

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

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

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

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

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

He shook his head.

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

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

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

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

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

Donnie had a smug smile on his lips.

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

“I hoped you would.” He explained.

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

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

“Ah…” That made enough sense.

“May I examine your sex?”

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

He chuckled and pet your shell in a pleasurable way.

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

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

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

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

“N-no… it’s just weird… It’s weird.”

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

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

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

Donnie grabbed a pillow to tuck under you.

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

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

It was an odd triangle compared to his beak.

You missed him, you thought then.

A bubbling thought, it appeared without pretense.

He was still him, but it was different.

He was different.

You were different.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He warmed you both outside and in through your ring.

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

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

“You noticed?” You nudged him.

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

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

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

“Donnie…”

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

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

“I am propelled by your voice alone.”

You blinked wide at him.

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

You gripped his forearm.

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

You squeezed.

“As you are. I want you as you are.”

You kissed him.

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

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

“Probe you suddenly?” He scoffed.

You chuffed in a gruff noise that sounded like his.

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

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

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

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

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

You watched him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked up at the canopy in preparation.

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

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

He laughed.

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

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

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

“Donatello!”

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

“I don’t…?”

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

You kicked him.

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

“Shit, sorry!”

“No plastron…” He coughed out.

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

You gave him a hopeless look.

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

You pouted.

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

“Jerk.” You grumbled.

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

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

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

The start of a moan caught you.

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

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

He hummed interest and scissored his fingers to part you.

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

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

You gasped.

“There’s no obvious labia minora.”

“N-no …?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-what?” You felt trapped.

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

“I don’t…!”

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

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

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

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

In an instant he was up and away from you.

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

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

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

“Instinct?” You reached for him.

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

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

He panted around you.

You rubbed his arm and felt a bubble of interest.

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

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

It hung a limp shape off of him.

You shook with the force of an amused chuff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your mate managed a glare.

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

He groaned loudly and buried his face into the bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You squeezed in turn.

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

“I’m not sure you can handle it.”

He bobbed with agreeing amusement.

“There is one thing I want to touch.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Feels good when you do it.”

He shivered again and had to flail his hands.

You watched on with a smile. “Cute.”

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

“Changing back?”

“Yes!”

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

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

You laughed outright.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

💜NEXT💜

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[evoblue]

re: sexy sunday-relevant headcanons (part I)

Blue is naturally charming, sensual, and flirty, especially before she realizes she has genuine feelings for someone and after she overcomes her attachment issues. If her partner grows easily flustered, it'll only encourage her more.

She is more than fine with initiating physical intimacy. If her partner is never the one to initiate, though, she’ll feel rejected and close herself off. In short, she just wants to feel like her partner wants her too.

As most people know, she loves to look pretty, which extends to the bedroom. She’ll eagerly wear lingerie, especially if her partner is into it, but mostly just for fun. If she is out for the night, it's a guarantee that she's wearing something obnoxiously sexy beneath her clothes even if she has no plans to go home with anyone.

While she is flexible enough to accommodate her partner’s preferences, she is generally more assertive than submissive. If her partner is more on the dominant side, they’re welcome to get a little bit rough and pin her down. She’ll be a bit bratty about it but she’ll also think it’s hot as fuck.

She’s all about kissing, tongue, gently biting down on lips, wandering hands… Hell, she loves making out. If foreplay doesn’t include smoldering and passionate kissing, she will be left wanting.

She’s a bit selfish in bed and is a bit more into receiving than giving. That��s not to say that she won’t reciprocate and make sure her partner is satisfied, but she likes to be the focus of attention. On that note, body worship. Do it and she’ll be absolute putty in your hands.

Other than the typical erogenous zones, she’s particularly sensitive on the nape and curve of her neck, along her collarbones, down her spine, on her lower stomach, and along the inside of her thighs.

She tends to be quieter in the bedroom, mainly hushed moans and gasps and whispers of her partner’s name. It’s possible to elicit louder sounds from her but she’ll do her best to muffle them.

Her hands tend to wander… fingers weaving into her partner’s hair, nails gently dragging down her partner’s back. She just wants to feel them and pull them close and can’t get enough.

She has a very complicated relationship with hickies and other marks. She won’t ask for them and will likely squirm and very weakly discourage her partner from leaving behind marks, but she certainly wants them on her; teeth marks, love bites, bruises around her hips or thighs from her partner holding on too tight, that kind of stuff. While she logically wants to avoid marks on her to avoid sparking rumors of her romances, her brain will be doing too much keyboard-smashing in the process for her to so much as try to give a rational excuse. Also, if her partner bites her neck or thighs, they'll discover one of the few ways they'll actually get her to moan loudly or be vocal beyond gasps and whimpers. It's worth noting that she will only let people she is in love with leave marks on her; she will absolutely not allow random hook-up partners to do this.

She wants to cuddle after sex, just to be close to her partner. She’s fine with just laying close under the covers, legs intertwined, sometimes talking but mainly just being there, basking in each other’s presence. Eventually, she will want a shower or better, a bath, and her partner will be more than welcome (and actually encouraged) to join her.

[barenecessiteas]

I've done it, I gave in. Here's your NSFW Alphabet for Luis Sera under the cut.

Let the record state that, again, I'm not a writer so I'm well aware this post sucks. Just fucking around and having a little fun 🙃

Also I'm tagging a few people who replied in the last post about about wanting this written. I hope you guys don't mind and that you get a kick out of this!

@jessy-the-martian-girl @angi-writes-filth @ravenrune @margexoxo

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I feel like, at first, he wouldn't go above and beyond afterwards. He'd definitely help you clean up a little, make sure you're alright. You would have to specifically tell him about anything you'd want to do after, he just doesn't think of it on his own.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he likes his hands. Cuz he knows how to use them 👀

On his partner - tits. We all saw this coming. He's a ballistics man. He loves being able to fondle, kiss, lick, nuzzle, etc your chest. While he'd have a lot of fun with someone who part of the big titty committee, he doesn't care whether they're big or small. He just likes being able give your chest lots of attention.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He's not used to using protection all that much. They def didn't have any in the village so he didn't really know what his options were until he went off to college. Overall he prefers being able to cum in you, he's more than happy to use protection if you're uncomfortable with that!

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This one was really hard to come up with because I don't Luis has any sort of filter with this stuff.

After realizing he likes you (after a very long time of trying to convince himself it's just physical attraction), it just makes him want you even more. So he ends up finding one of your shirts/hoodies and steals it for a bit so he can jack off and pretend he's holding you instead. But he will never admit that out loud. He's got a reputation as Mr. Cool to uphold, he's taking this shit to the grave

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows what he's doing. He's been around, he's a ho and a half. Majority of it was from flings/one-night stands, but there were a few short-term relationships in there. So yeah, Luis is definitely experienced.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

While he loves anything that gives him the freedom to have his hands all over you, he particularly likes spooning, having you ride him, or just missionary. As long as Luis is free to smother you with affection, he's in heaven.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

This man doesn't know how to shut up (and I love him for it), so yes he's gonna be making a sarcastic/teasing comments here and there. Luis does know when to be serious, so he wouldn't say anything if it didn't fit the mood.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn't really care. He'll maybe trim every now and then, but it's not something he worries about. And this extends to you too, he literally does not care whether you shave or not.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's a true romantic at heart, so intimacy is very important. Even with flings he's had in the past, Luis values at least making sure both you and him have a good time. And like I said before, he can't keep his hands to himself, so he'll be constantly pulling you close, stroking your cheeks, running his hands through your hair, and kissing you throughout it all.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

To be honest I don't see him as the type to masturbate that much, only because his first inclination would be to hook up with someone. Has he done it before? Absolutely. But he doesn't do it often since it's not quite as enjoyable as actual sex

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hair pulling. Please please please run your fingers through his hair and tug on it. He loves that shit. Not to the point where you like rip strands out but he adores the feeling of it. Plus, to him, it's a sign that you're thoroughly enjoying yourself lol

Luis loves marking too. Nothing too severe, just love bites and hickeys around your body, especially on your neck. He thinks you look so pretty like that, he can't help himself.

And idk what this would be called specifically, but nothing gets him going like seeing how fucked out you get. Partly because he loves you and wants you to enjoy yourself, and partly because he's got a huge ego and out goes right to his head when he thinks "Yeah I'M the one that's doing that to you" especially with overstimulation and/or edging.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Overall, Luis prefers being at home so that he can take his time with his partner. The most important thing to him is you and your comfort, so he'd never do anything in places where you didn't feel comfortable doing anything. He just wants you to feel comfortable and safe 🥺

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When I tell you it is so easy to turn this man on.... He's got self control, don't get me wrong, but Luis is constantly ready to go. Long make out sessions, seeing you get dressed or wearing more revealing clothes, just lounging around with you for a long time, he adores you so it's super easy to get him motivated.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't see him being into any BDSM, bondage, hitting, anything that would hurt you in anyway. Like I said, he's romantic at heart, and it just isn't his style. Spanking is fine with him, but he doesn't think to do it much.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Luis can't decide which one he likes better, he just can't decide. On one hand he loves looking into your eyes and playing with your hair while you suck him off. On the other hand, knowing he can drive you crazy with just his tongue goes straight to his ego.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

In general he goes with whatever you like, but he prefers to go slower and draw everything out. He doesn't want the fun to end too soon. Although, it's not unheard of for Luis to change it up through the act just to tease you 😈

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Luis will never say "no" to a quickie but they aren't his first thought either. Like I said before, he enjoys taking his time with you. You'd probably have to be the one to initiate it, he just doesn't really think of it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

I touched on this a bit before but physical risk or harm is a huge no for him. Since Luis is so focused on just being with you in the moment and making sure you both feel good, he won't really do much in terms of doing anything in public. Tho this plays into quickies, he's more than fine with going somewhere modestly private but technically in public, like an empty room or a closet or whatever. The slight chance/idea of getting caught is excited, but he never wants to actually be caught for real.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I see him lasting 1 round because of his tendency to go at it for a while. Trust me, this man while last a long time. He will take his sweet time with you until neither of you can stand it anymore.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Luis is pretty indifferent. As I keep saying, he's cocky af (shocking I know), so he prefers being able to make you feel good all by himself. He's certainly not opposed to you using them, especially if he's not around, but he really doesn't use any on himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh my fucking God this man is ✨E V I L✨.

He loves edging you and overstimulating you. When I tell you he will do that until both of you absolutely can't stand it, I'm not exaggerating in the slightest. How can he resist when you look so cute begging him for more?

However, I don't see him being able to restrain you, at least not very much. Maybe he'll hold your hands over your head for a little bit to mess with you, but he's so touchy that he won't be able to do it for very long. Luis would definitely never last if you tried to restrain him in anyway either. He'll try to play it off but really he's just dying to hold you even closer.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

So he's not loud but he's definitely vocal. Most of it is praising you, telling you how much he loves you, generally any dirty talk. Luis loves whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But you'll definitely hear some groans and sighs throughout it all too.

He wants you to be vocal, too. Not necessarily loud (though he's definitely not complaining if you are). He just wants some form of noise out of you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When he gets really close or just really into what he's doing, he'll unintentionally start talking in Spanish (assuming it's not your first language). Sure, he'll whisper little phrases and words to you in Spanish every now and then, but when he's completely blissed out, it's all you're gonna hear.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

I can't believe I'm actually writing this oh my god.

Slightly on the thinner side, little on the longer side but not to the point where it's scary. That is all, you guys can let your imagination flow from here 😉

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Moderate, I'd say. He's not so horny that he'll constantly get turned on in public at every little thing you do. But when you're both alone together it's a lot easier for him to get desperate for you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

When I tell you this man passes tf out afterwards... Sometimes he likes to have a cigarette after (yeah he's one of those guys) but he feels so relaxed and content after that he just immediately wants to pass out with you in his arms. That's the biggest reason I see him not doing a ton of aftercare is just because he goes unconscious lmao

[merrock]

TASK #10 GET BOLD

This task is all about getting to know your characters, but without having to put in a ton of work or writing (you'll see what I mean). This one should be easy, but also fun, and maybe make you do a little bit of thinking that you haven't had to do before! I do want to note that some of the subjects brought up may be uncomfortable, whether they relate to sex, politics, religion, and/or other topics. If you are uncomfortable answering them, personally, please feel free to erase them from your post! These are meant to be fun, after all, that's what matters the most. You are also welcome to elaborate on certain things if you are not able to reach the clarity that you are looking for. To participate, please just copy the form, and paste it into your own post. If you'd like others to see, tag it with #merrocktask, it's a good way to get to know other characters! As usual, please, please, please do not do tasks in place of activity -- make sure you are also being active on dash. This task has a one month duration, there is absolutely no rush.

START DATE: July 1, 2023. END DATE: July 31, 2023.

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautious | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

TASK INSPIRATION !!

[lashhers]

𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @ruinblade !

mun: lili, 24 years old, she / her. likes coffee a little too much. abysmal sleeping schedule. still relatively a baby to the world of runeterra and league of legends. aram and normals only. soraka and seraphine main, let's queue together!

this is my temporary, unfancy rules post with more to be added till i make my Actual pinned but my one huge rule is uhhh

♡ don’t be a fuckin’ dick, bruv ♡

i don’t own league, i don’t own evelynn, how i write her is how i write her. 

i won’t interact with writers who are minors.

i’m down to write a lot of stuff and many different types of bonds + relationships for evelynn, and i won’t ever want to force a ship. duplicates of a character will always be handled differently from one another.

stuff that’s ought to be tagged will be tagged. if you need me to tag something for you, gimme a ping. i’ll never write rape, incest, pedophilia, etc. although evelynn is a very sexually-charged character in her design beyond just appearance, i have no desire to write any smut. sexual themes are abound however, as are the evelynn-appropriate triggers and themes of death and murder, blood and gore, sadism, and other themes associated with her brand of horror.

while i will use k/da content as a resource, as it pleases me, my evelynn is mainly based as she is within main canon in runeterra. she's very adjustable to other canons, au's, and i will be developing my own headcanon / personal meta. don't steal my shit. everything i've made on my blog thus far is all made by me or commissioned, as referenced at the very bottom of my page.

evelynn is a sick creature, borne from the collective suffering of the rune wars and having been nourished by the pain and agony. she stalks, shapeshifts, and seduces her prey with the goal of bringing them to the highest peak of ecstasy and joy before bringing them to their lowest, to feed on their suffering. although evelynn is a master at seduction and luring victims in, she does not have sex with them and sees no merit in it since she's pretty obsessed with just feasting on their agony. that doesn't mean she couldn't involve herself sexually with other muses, but that's just up to her own discretion, what the situation is of the plot, and if i feel like it'd be interesting to happen upon agreement! generally she's asexual, and is quite literally genderfluid as evelynn takes the form of what would most attract her victims. her most femme-appearing form takes preference since it's made hunting easier, and is referred to in official material as 'she', but she can look however as she pleases.

i’m super crossover friendly, i’m down for oc’s, and i love writing with castmates. however, i will not be interacting with duplicates.

i use icons and a lil bit of fancy formatting in my writing but you don’t have to, i don’t really care! i’ll turn replies to an ask into a separate post though.

due to chronic illness, college, and work, my well-being takes precedence over my hobby. please understand that as i extend the same courtesy to you! i will be putting up announcements if i'll be on low activity, so as to not raise expectations too high of fast replies. i'm always happy to chat in im or dm, or to plot, but writing takes more spoons. never hesitate to ping me for inquiries, plot discussions, dynamic stuffs.

just throw yourself in. cowabunga, dudes.

CREDIT TO @ruinblade for my icon psd, header, and dividers as well as @poetryrph for my pinned!

[coffeecatttt]

On Starfield

The more I play Starfield, the more I get annoyed at how incredibly uncreative and unambitious its vision of a futuristic spacefaring world is.

There is a lack of any distinct culture among the game's different planets and factions. Aside from different aesthetics between the UC and FC, and the different political structures, there is basically no distinct religion, ideology, practices, or real sense of identity across any of them.

All of the non-joinable factions are the same. They're spacers, mercenaries, pirates, or cultists. They don't have motives, they don't have goals, they don't have agendas, they're just there for you to shoot on sight. In terms of gameplay they are all identical as well - they don't have different equipment, tactics, etc.

There are some positive nods towards these ideas at times, like the two major religions, but these rarely come up. There are also things like Vlad's "pirate speech" that hint at more distinct culture, but he's he only NPC in the game who talks this way - even other pirates don't.

Enhance?

I also have to call out how badly Enhance breaks the setting.

This is technology that apparently lets you cheaply, safely, and easily alter your appearance in nearly every way. Sculpt your body. Remove signs of aging. Heal scars, skin conditions, and tattoos. Change your sex characteristics. All for 500 credits.

Yet you never meet an NPC who changes how they look regularly. You never see anyone experimenting with radical new looks, or experimenting with different gender presentation. You never hear about the medical implications for things like quality of life.

Obviously some people wouldn't want to make use of Enhance for various reasons, but the knock-on effects to society would be massive and nearly irreversible. For instance, wouldn't being able to constantly change how you look become a class signifier?

This also extends to gameplay - why isn't there a quest to track down an assassin who keeps changing how they look? Why can't you do the same to infiltrate a corporate HQ?

Starfield also features implants which are implied to be brain interfaces of some kind. You can install (and even easily swap) chips that plug into your head that make you more persuasive, intimidating, etc.

Why doesn't the impact of cybernetics that can alter human intelligence and capability ever come up? You'd think that this would be highly controversial - basically requiring workers to get modded or become obsolete. You'd also think the religions of the setting would have thoughts on these technologies and how they affect the human body as well.

There are already profound discussions about the impact of AI happening in our society, and this technology is barely a couple of years old. Why hasn't it completely changed Starfield's setting after presumably being around for many years now?

LGBTQ Stuff

This also more broadly ties into the game's trans and non-binary representation. Even though Starfield features a pretty big variety of fashion styles, hair colours, etc. and even lets the player select non-binary pronouns, you almost never come across anyone who is visibly queer-presenting. Nobody has fun hair colours, and you absolutely never see any kind of gender bending.

This isn't a cultural thing in the game - gay and lesbian relationships are frequently mentioned and seem commonplace, and it's clear there is no persecution of LGBTQ people in the setting.

Despite this, pretty much everyone presents as cis and heteronormative, even though this is a futuristic setting with all the tools available for maximum gender expression. It would have been great to see visibly AFAB people with facial hair, AMAB people wth femme presentation, or androgynous people who aren't obviously one or another gender. But we don't.

And for all the talk of pronouns, so far I haven't found a single NPC who uses they/them.

Starfield's vision of the future is boring

There are plenty of other questions beyond politics, culture, identity, presentation as well, that I haven't even touched on, like the fact that the game can't decide how its communication technology works (do people have the internet? email? do phones exist? why can't I just call or text people?). But I think the point I'm making here is pretty clear.

Basically, the more I play of Starfield, the more it just feels like a massively boring setting that squanders every single chance it has for creating a vibrant, colourful setting that feels truly futuristic.

This game doesn't need to be Cyberpunk 2077 - it has a different setting and different priorities. But it almost never, ever explores any of the ideas it sets up at any more than a surface level, it never bothers to pursue them to their conclusions, and it never offers answers or explanations for why things aren't more interesting.

What makes me most disappointed is how this seems to reflect on Bethesda as a game developer.

If this flat, sterile, unambitious vision for the future is the best that Bethesda can present its players, what does that say about the creative direction and leadership of the studio? Is this a reflection of its own team makeup? Or is it a reflection of the future it wants to see?

[prohistamine]

does your boyfriend also have the kink or are you just god’s favorite and struck gold with a sneezy vanilla 😭

Im pretty much god's favorite lol. He was a pretty kinky person when we got together and he really enjoys the way we incorporate sneezy stuff into our sex life so he's gotten a bit of the kink through osmosis. It doesn't really extend beyond our relationship but he does say that he can appreciate a good sneeze in the wild cause it makes him think of me. Thanks for the ask 💕

[chloenwckobia]

MERROCK TASK • GET BOLD

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautious | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

Chloe doesn't mind casual sex and has had a few partners since her breakup from her ex, but she's much more of a relationship type of person. Right now, she's just vibing and having fun.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad (#passengerprincess)

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

[xwesjames]

TASK #10 - GET BOLD

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TW: mentions of marijuana use, arrests, sex, religion and politics

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | (lower) middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

Additional Information: He has a single charge for marijuana possession on his record.

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

Additional Information: Wes is not necessarily pushing to seriously date but he’s open to whatever happens. This is largely due to not wanting to bring someone into his daughter’s life only for it not to work out. He does eventually want to marry and have more kids, searching for a partner just is not the top priority at the moment. If it happens, it happens.

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautious | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

Additional Information: Wesley grew up in a strict Christian home, leaving the church and doing a complete 180 in belief systems by the time he was 18. He heavily identifies as an atheist and makes it a point not to raise his daughter around religious influences. His line of work has brought questions up of the afterlife, mainly in the belief of ghost and spirits, though he’s pretty set on one ceasing to exist and going into the ground after death. He’s open to others’ beliefs but it’s just not for him. Politically, he’s registered independent and votes on an issue by issue basis.

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

Additional Information: Wes is more than open to the idea of relationships and it’s ultimately what he wants, however he finds it easier to engage in casual sex with the potential of developing into a serious relationship rather than limiting himself to dating to find a partner. He’s very open about this as his goal in purposeful dating is to find someone willing and likely to be a good stepmom to his daughter and open to settling down to have a family of their own.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

Additional Information: Wes is a heavy smoker, a habit he picked up in high school and has tried to quit on multiple occasions. It’s his one real vice in life. He also frequently smokes weed, though that is never in the presence of his daughter and more something to enjoy when he’s able to relax and enjoy time to himself or with friends.

[xcorikhang]

TASK #10 - GET BOLD

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TW: mentions of sex and politics

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | middle class | poor

grew up: wealthy | middle class | poor

health / wellness: fit/healthy | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | college | beyond

legalities: clean record | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | coast | countryside

Additional Information: Cori grew up in a time where her family’s business was expanding, so while her early years were a little different by the time she was a teen the thriving laundromat provided Cori with a fairly comfortable upbringing.

FAMILY LIFE

parents: alive | deceased | unknown

came to be: blood | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | one sibling | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | small | none

children: none | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | has pets | wants pets

Additional Information: Cori grew up knowing her biological parents and just who they were, as she was was adopted by her maternal aunt as a newborn. She is grateful to have been given that opportunity. After nearly a decade since the end of her last serious, long term relationship, she is finally opening herself up to the idea of dating seriously again.

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | open minded | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | somewhere in between

easy to get along with | not so much | somewhere in between

cautions | reckless | somewhere in between

patient | impatient | somewhere in between

outspoken | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | somewhere in between

empathetic | careless | somewhere in between

optimistic | pessimistic | somewhere in between

traditional | modern | somewhere in between

hard-working | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | agnostic | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | unsure

aliens: yes | no | unsure

astrology: yes | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | unsure

political alignment: conservative | liberal | independent | other

are they: pro-choice | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | unsure

are they: pro-euthanasia | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: pro-legalized drugs | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

Additional Information: Cori was raised Buddhist and still identifies as such. Politically, Cori is a registered democrat and tends to vote along party lines in every election.

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: allromantic | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | any gender | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | other | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | other | none

in bed: traditional sex | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

Additional Information: Cori doesn’t label her sexuality, but if she had to it would probably align closest with pansexual. She has only ever been in one serious relationship with a man, but has had short flings and hook ups with both men and women. It has taken her nearly ten years to open up to the idea of dating seriously again, so she is down for a relationship these days, but the last nine years have certainly been a preference for casual sex.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | in between | bad

cleaning: good | in between | bad

musical ability: good | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | in between | bad

driving: good | in between | bad

athleticism: good | in between | bad

swimming: good | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | bad

fishing / hunting: good | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | bad

communication: good | in between | bad

handiness: good | in between | bad

handwriting: good | in between | bad

technology: good | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

shopping: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | never

[darpow]

TASK #10 GET BOLD

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | MIDDLE CLASS | poor

grew up: wealthy | MIDDLE CLASS | poor

health / wellness: FIT/HEALTHY | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | COLLEGE | beyond

legalities: CLEAN RECORD | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | NEW IN TOWN | somewhere in between

lives: downtown | suburbs | COAST | countryside

FAMILY LIFE

parents: ALIVE | deceased | unknown

came to be: BLOOD | adopted | other

siblings: MULTIPLE SIBLINGS | one sibling | only child

extended family: LARGE | small | none

children: NONE | has children | wants children

relationship status: SINGLE | complicated | taken

if taken: dating | relationship | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | WHATEVER HAPPENS

pets: no pets | HAS PETS | wants pets

PERSONALITY STUFF

extroverted | INTROVERTED | somewhere in between

ORGANIZED | disorganized | somewhere in between

close minded | OPEN MINDED | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

EASY TO GET ALONG WITH | not so much | somewhere in between

CAUTIOUS | reckless | somewhere in between

PATIENT | impatient | somewhere in between

OUTSPOKEN | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | FOLLOWER | somewhere in between

EMPATHETIC | careless | somewhere in between

OPTIMISTIC | pessimistic | somewhere in between

TRADITIONAL | modern | somewhere in between

HARD-WORKING | lazy | somewhere in between

CULTURED | uncultured | somewhere in between

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | AGNOSTIC | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: yes | no | UNSURE

the afterlife: YES | no | unsure

reincarnation: yes | no | UNSURE

aliens: yes | NO | unsure

astrology: yes | NO | unsure

fate: yes | no | UNSURE

political alignment: conservative | LIBERAL | independent | other

are they: PRO-CHOICE | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | ANTI-DEATH PENALTY | unsure

are they: PRO-EUTHANASIA | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: PRO-LEGALIZED DRUGS | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: allosexual | IN BETWEEN | asexual | other

romantic scale: ALLROMATNIC | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | VERY LITTLE | moderate | experienced

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | ANY GENDER | other | none

relationships: MONOGAMOUS | polyamorous | other | none

with others: RELATIONSHIP PERSON | casual sex | other | none

in bed: TRADITIONAL SEX | adventurous | kinks/fetishes | other

notes: Darrius has been with exactly two people, sexually and as far as relationships go. he's just shy of being asexual.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

cleaning: GOOD | in between | bad

musical ability: GOOD | in between | bad

artistic skills: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

driving: GOOD | in between | bad

athleticism: GOOD | in between | bad

swimming: GOOD | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

fishing / hunting: GOOD | in between | bad

gardening: good | in between | BAD

communication: GOOD | in between | bad

handiness: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

handwriting: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

technology: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | AVERAGE | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | NEVER

pot/weed: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | NEVER

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | NEVER

shopping: excess | frequently | average | INFREQUENTLY| never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | INFREQUENTLY | never

sex: excess | frequently | average | INFREQUENTLY | never

[stellylee]

TASK #10 GET BOLD

WHERE DO THEY FIT IN

financial / class status: wealthy | MIDDLE CLASS | poor

grew up: wealthy | MIDDLE CLASS (lower) | poor

health / wellness: FIT/HEALTHY | moderate | disabled | ill

education: below high school | high school | COLLEGE | beyond

legalities: CLEAN RECORD | has a record | trouble / prison

town status: local | new in town | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

lives: DOWNTOWN | suburbs | coast | countryside

FAMILY LIFE

parents: ALIVE | deceased | unknown

came to be: BLOOD | adopted | other

siblings: multiple siblings | ONE SIBLING | only child

extended family: large (aunts, uncles, cousins) | SMALL | none

children: NONE | has children | wants children

relationship status: single | complicated | TAKEN

if taken: dating | RELATIONSHIP | engaged | married

if single: looking | not looking | whatever happens

pets: no pets | HAS PETS | wants pets

notes: the "one sibling" is a step-sibling, but since they've know each other since their teen years, they begrudgingly count it. also, Stelly very much so is taken by Mandy, but tbh they're too cool for labels.

PERSONALITY STUFF

EXTROVERTED | introverted | somewhere in between

organized | DISORGANIZED | somewhere in between

close minded | OPEN MINDED | somewhere in between

calm | anxious | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

easy to get along with | not so much | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

cautious | RECKLESS | somewhere in between

patient | IMPATIENT | somewhere in between

OUTSPOKEN | reserved | somewhere in between

leader | follower | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

empathetic | careless | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

optimistic | pessimistic | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

traditional | MODERN | somewhere in between

HARD-WORKING | lazy | somewhere in between

cultured | uncultured | SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN

BELIEFS AND IDEALS

are they: religious | AGNOSTIC | atheist

do they believe in ghosts / spirits: YES | no | unsure

the afterlife: yes | no | UNSURE

reincarnation: yes | no | UNSURE

aliens: YES| no | unsure

astrology: YES | no | unsure

fate: yes | no | UNSURE

political alignment: conservative | LIBERAL | independent | other

are they: PRO-CHOICE | anti-abortion | unsure

are they: pro-death penalty | anti-death penalty | UNSURE

are they: PRO-EUTHANASIA | anti-euthanasia | unsure

are they: PRO-LEGALIZED DRUGS | anti-legalized drugs | unsure

SEX, ROMANCE & RELATIONSHIPS

sexuality scale: ALLOSEXUAL | in between | asexual | other

romantic scale: ALLROMANTIC | in between | aromantic | other

experience: virgin | very little | moderate | EXPERIENCED

number of partners: 0 | 1-5 | 5-10 | 10-25 | 25+

number of relationships: 0 | 1-5 | 10-25 | 25+

preferred partners: men | women | ANY GENDER | other | none

relationships: monogamous | polyamorous | OTHER | none

with others: relationship person | casual sex | OTHER | none

in bed: traditional sex | ADVENTUROUS | kinks/fetishes | other

notes: in relationships, Stelly doesn't really care; if boundaries and comfortabilities are set, they're cool. They've also just genuinely never been into relationships.

ABILITIES AND SKILLS

cooking: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

cleaning: good | in between | BAD

musical ability: GOOD | in between | bad

artistic skills: GOOD | in between | bad

driving: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

athleticism: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

swimming: GOOD | in between | bad

horseback riding: good | in between | BAD

fishing / hunting: good | in between | BAD

gardening: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

communication: GOOD | in between | bad

handiness: good | IN BETWEEN | bad

handwriting: GOOD | in between | bad

technology: GOOD | in between | bad

HABITS, GOOD & BAD

alcohol: excess | frequently | AVERAGE | infrequently | never

smoking: excess | frequently | AVERAGE | infrequently | never

pot/weed: excess | frequently | AVERAGE | infrequently | never

drugs: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | NEVER

shopping: excess | frequently | AVERAGE | infrequently | never

gambling: excess | frequently | average | infrequently | NEVER

sex: excess | FREQUENTLY| average | infrequently | never