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ravencincaide · 5 months

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A Beauty In His Eyes

Summary: You were extremely self conscious about your appearance and your body, making beauty treatments, including massage, a luxury you could not afford. OR the time Chuuya asked you to join him on his massage day and you did not have the heart to tell him no.

Pairing: fem! Reader who is self conscious/body issues x Chuuya Nakahara

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 15: Massaging

Warnings: Cursing, being uncomfortable with ones own appearance, fluff and sweetness

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You did not know if you wanted to do it. More importantly, you didn’t know if you could.

Wiping your sweaty hands on a tissue, you looked your body up and down in the full length mirror of the elegant stall- a dressing room completely devoted to you and you alone. You were dressed in a simple bikini- the closest you would ever go to being nude and a white fluffy bathrobe thrown over your shoulders, waiting to be tied into place with a large, thick and long equally fluffy belt. On your feet was a pair of simple yet high quality sandals with no socks, showing off your home made manicure. The colour was an endearing red- one you desperately wished you had removed before coming to the salong.

At the time, painting your nails felt like a fun and luxurious thing to do- a way to make your otherwise bland self more appealing. Right now though it felt sloppy and unprofessional- cheap fake against the expensive interior of the dressing room. You felt like an imposter who was not meant to be in this aristocratic space. Yet here you were, studying each and every crevasse, stretch mark and scar on your less-than-perfect body.

God what were you doing? Why did you agree to this?

“M’girl, is everything okay?” You heard Chuuya’s concerned voice echo through the door, followed by the gentle rapping of knuckles. A melodic sound that tapped out an all too familiar tune. A joke between you that would normally keep your anxiety at bay.

Not today.

“ Just a moment Chuu” you called, moving to quickly wipe your hands on the reminisce of the soaked serviette. Then you tossed it in the bin, cursing under your breath as you felt the palms of your hands growing sweaty in seconds. Again. Your heart pounded loudly, the quick thuds echoing in your ears like thunder. It was so loud, you were certain Chuuya would be able to hear it through the door separating you two. This made you feel all the more nervous. Your eyes scanned the room for anything to wipe your hands on- failing to see any paper you sloppily wiped on the expensive inside material of the bathrobe, promising yourself it was going to be a one time occasion.

“ Sweets, you've been in there twenty minutes already, hmm. No one takes so long to get naked!” Chuuya’s voice sounded amused- teasing even, but you could hear the undertone of worry in it. A slight shake which showed his concern for you. Along with the heavy sigh- a worry that you would back out despite your promise- the metaphorical chain around your neck which prevented you from leaving. You both knew you hated showing off your body, but you hated breaking a promise even more than that. Especially to Chuuya.

“ Just give me another five, okay?” you called out to him, your voice unnecessarily loud. A pitch so high it would be able to crack glass. You flinched at it then hurried to tie the bathrobe haphazardly around your waist. The last thing you needed was for Chuuya to get worried, stroll in, and get some weird idea about what you were doing, staring and studying your almost naked body in the full length mirror. Despite your skin being now almost completely covered by the soft material, somehow it did not make you feel any better.

Somehow seeing yourself like this actually made you feel worse.

The only thing you wanted to do was change back into your regular clothes, covering each inch of your skin in lace and silk, shapewear and other material until your reflection was bearable for you to look at. Makeup to hide the marks on your face- perfume to mask your smell. Hair out- extensions in. Not beautiful but at the very least not disgustingly ugly.

“ Sweetheart?” You heard Chuuya call out again, his voice much more worried this time. Much more sober. You licked your lips, about to reply when you heard the door click then open. It gave away to his hand with ease and into the room he strolled. Perfect as always. The fancy suit and coak were gone, replaced by a bathrobe identical to your own. It was tied perfectly around his waist gracefully, like picture perfect art. The white of the robe made his ginger ponytail pop even more than usual. His lips were set into a straight line, his eyes quickly scanning the dressing room for anything out of the ordinary- anything that would not meet his high standards.

The standards that borderline ridiculous whenever it was something concerning you.

You looked away from the mirror and his reflection. If there was anything in that room that felt out of place and ‘lacking standard’ then it was you. But you didn’t dare utter those words aloud- you knew how important these self care days were for Chuuya. The wonders they did to his sanity, and you were not about to stress him with your own troubles when he was already facing hell at work. And especially not when he basically begged you to join him- a few extra moments together- a glance at the private Chuuya not many knew.

“ What’s the matter?” Chuuya questioned as he finished scanning the room. Deeming it satisfactory he came to stand beside you. Then with gentle hands he turned your body until you were facing him, a hand under your chin kept your gaze locked with his. “ What’s wrong baby?”

You swallowed, licked your lips then looked down at the floor as a wave of shame and self hate washed over you. “ I don’t know if I can do it” you admitted, your lip quivering. You didn’t want to see his disappointed expression, so you studied the floor instead. Like a guilty child- a failure.

Chuuya’s hand rested on your shoulder, his other on your waist as he pulled you a tiny bit closer to himself. He stayed silent for a long moment before he broke the silence; “ You tied it too hard sweets, let me” he muttered, his blue orbs focused on yours. His statement made your head snap up. Then you looked down again, a dark red colouring your cheeks. The same shade as your nails. You gave a weak nod, holding your breath as he undid the belt of your bathrobe. His eyes just once glancing down at you and the plain, nude coloured bikini, before he turned his attention back to your face. A dusty pink blush covered his cheeks as his hands carefully worked on folding the bathrobe over your body and then tying the belt more loosely around your waist. Now it was a little bit easier to breathe “ You’re beautiful m’darlin” he mumbled his lips finding your forehead. “ So beautiful.”

You shuddered slightly, tears gathering in your eyes. A lump in your throat. You opened and closed your lips, silent protests you didn’t dare speak aloud. The darkest thoughts in your brain were twisting his words into something sinister- something ‘not Chuuya’. “ So beautiful” he said again more firmly this time before beginning to deal with the elephant in the room.

“ It’s just a massage dollface” Chuya mumbled his lips ghosting over every inch of your face. “ The girl who’ll be massaging you is the best of the best and her job is to rub out every tension and sore muscle in your body. So if she as much as looks at m’girl weirdly, I’ll see to it that she discovers a new level of G-force.”

The slight joke made the corners of your lips twist up. Your mind grasping at the one inch of sanity among the sea of darkness. “ Darlin I don’t doubt your Gravity manipulation but a new G-force is highly unlikely- even for you!”

Chuuya chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he moved back and reached for your hand. You flinched back from his fingers, feeling self conscious, making his hand grasp your wrist instead. You instantly regretted the action, but Chuuya seemed the least bit bothered by it. As if he had expected that reaction; “ Come, I’ll show you the room. Its much nicer and more relaxing than this shoebox and I wanna start on you” he muttered, pulling you out of the dressing room and into another room, where there were two massage tables parallel to each other. It seemed Chuuya was keeping his promise of making sure you would be close.

His words didn’t register in your mind until he came up to one of the tables and motioned for you to lie down so he could start.

“ You what? Wanna start massaging me?” You gaped at him, making him roll his eyes at your confused expression.

“ Damn right! I’ve been going to massages for years now. How hard can it be? Hop hop” he made a motion for you to strip and lay down. You bit your lip, hesitating. You could feel the nerves pooling in your stomach again and grasped at the bathrobe tighter. A raised eyebrow from your boyfriend was all it took for you to undo the bathrobe and let it drop to the floor before jumping up onto the table. You moved to lay down on your stomach, your eyes set on the floor, glaring at it.

“ Relax baby, it’s me” Chuuya muttered, his fingers trailing your spine, pausing when they came to your bra strap. He worked around it for a moment, brushing the skin under it with the tips of his fingers before he moved lower. Following the curve of your spine he began applying more pressure, brushing out the skin, feeling for tensions and knots. Finding the right spots he’d focus on them, much to your enjoyment.

“ Ahh” you breathed as he worked on a particularly sore spot.

“ Feels good, right love?” Chuuya smiled down at you, his hands trailing upwards. As he came up to your bra strap he unclipped it with ease. He felt you tense for a moment, then relax as his hands continued to touch your back. “ Good girl, now think how much better it will be when its someone who knows what they’re doing, mmm” as he said that you felt a different touch on your back. The hands were smaller, softer, the long nails just barely scratching your skin. But the way they touched you was different; more confident, almost instantly applying pressure in just the right spots. A mix of pain as female hands worked the tension out, and then pleasure as muscles relaxed.

When Chuuya brought you here, you didn’t want to go in. Now you didn’t want to leave.

Seeing your lack of protests Chuuya chuckled and moved away from you. “ Enjoy it my love, this massage will do your tense shoulders good” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your head before he went and laid down on the bed beside yours. You felt the masseuses working on your back put a little more effort on your shoulders, and you let out a sigh of relief as you felt the tension you didn’t know you carried was slowly kneaded out of your skin.

Maybe Chuuya was right; maybe a massage wasn’t so bad after all.

#bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya nakahara #new experiences #massage #sweetober #bsd sweetness #chuuya fluff #chuuya x you #bsd fluff

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paper-starz · 7 months

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HEY GUYS HAVE YOU HEARD????

CUE THE CONFETTI its my bday!

#omg #i am 19 #i feel #soooooo olldddddd #welp #heres to new friends #new experiences #and new chances!#to draw ofc #and maybe see some stars #take this silly lil scribble!

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creatingnikki · 1 year

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But life is mundane. And routine. I've lately been thinking about this thing which is like I want to be okay with the normal and neutral. I experienced so many highs in the last one year, just so many new experiences because I moved out of my parents' house and was in a new city that I then reached a point that I was just so restless. That I needed to feel that sort of high on a daily basis or everything was just feeling not good and boring and annoying and dissatisfying. Some sort of dopamine depletion. The daily, the nice, the normal seemed to upset me. It's not that I did not recognize or acknowledge the little things or the beauty of my daily life. I heard the birds chirp in the voice notes I sent to my friend and I romanticized my daily cup of iced coffee and I took a minute or two to look up and admire the sky every time I stepped out. But that was not enough. Not anymore. I needed to feel a sort of high. And it wasn't going to come from such things no matter how lovely and sweet. Feeling ecstasy either from new people or new sexual experiences or new emotions had become the new normal. Of course it wasn't going to last. Of course it wasn't healthy. If you feel so high, you're going to feel the lowest of lows. But that wasn't even the worrying part to me. Even crashing and having breakdowns was some form of heightened emotions and feeling intensely. I was seemingly okay with it. What I couldn't be okay with was the neutral, the normal. And I've been working so very hard these last few months to just not be that way anymore. To just sit by myself and be okay with not being on some sort of dopamine expressway. Not everyday can or should be some mad new experience. I've been in therapy again for a little over three months now. I bought myself a word search puzzle book that I sit with on most mornings as I start my day. I bought a cute journal from muji and I'm trying to journal by hand again, focusing on night pages to ground myself. These things, though? They don't help until I am willing to just sit with my feelings. If I am not willing to accept that normal is normal for a reason. If I am not willing to see that I will have new and more fun experiences just not consecutively and not in a way that will make my emotions and mental health so volatile. I need to accept all of this first. Otherwise no amount of therapy or journalling or puzzles can help me.

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mypreciousdream968 · 2 months

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How does the necessity of stimming and doing stimming feel like? Would you like to share your experiences? :)

#autism #autistic things #neurodiversity #autistic women #autistic girl #autistic adult #autistic #actually autistic #neurospicy #neurodiverse stuff #neurodivergent #autistic experiences #experience #personal experiences #life experiences #my experiences #new experiences

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wellexecuted · 4 months

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My 2023 in pictures, part one. January- April

#studyblr #university #studying #college #new studyblr #studyspo #productivity #school #study space #motivation #teaching #experience #working #full time jobs #art history #artwork #hobbies #new experiences #photography

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zakna-the-real-human · 6 months

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I decided to go to the cinema yesterday, I wanted to see the fnaf movie, but non of my friends like fnaf, so I went alone.

It is liberating to go alone. Now I am able to go alone. I WILL NEVER BE AFRAID OF THIS AGAIN.

#fnaf #fnaf movie #new experiences #goodbye dumb social standard

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clixxx7 · 4 days

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ok yall jus hear me out: what if i jus died

#something i havent done before yk #new experiences

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agirlwiththoughtsandnegativity · 2 months

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hey you guys… so I don’t know if some of you remember yesterday when I was acting a bit weird. Uhm yeah so turns out the weird candy I found in my pantry that I ate was actually an edible 😟hahahhahahah. Um but it was a very low one I believe 👍👍👍 so yeah there you go hah

#I’m concerned for myself #But it’s chill ig #New experiences #wouldn’t really recommend it felt weird #Anyways!!

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abybweisse · 1 year

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Why is it that Sebastian seems to somehow be in control when dealing with Our Ciel, but appears to be dumbfounded when dealing with BD Real Ciel? Has something changed within this demon butler? Where is Sebastian's sneakiness, and underhanded cleverness?

The best I can tell is because Sebastian is bound to our earl in that contract, which has some wiggle room for him... and even though there's some novelty about this contract, it's not his first. He knows the loopholes in the contract and can act accordingly. And he knows what makes his young master tick.

But he's still trying to process exactly how real Ciel even functions as well as he does. He ate real Ciel's soul, but that doesn't seem to bond them together. Not like that, anyway. He's honestly confused.

He has no control over anyone who is soulless. I don't think he can comprehend their thought processes and might not be able to anticipate their moves or choices too well, because of that. Hell, he can't even tell a bizarre doll is in the same room, let alone anywhere within the vicinity, without actually seeing them. That's why he couldn't detect Arden and his friends at Weston when he used demon senses to search for them, felt weirded out when he touched Agares' hand, and couldn't locate any of the star lords at Sphere Music Hall -- they were probably simply hiding just out of sight.

This is a major learning experience for the demon. This is completely outside the purview of his knowledge. It's new to him... and kind of scary.

I should think it worries him also because he must now question what he's said in the past about not being able to get back what was lost.

Of course, what has returned isn't quite the real Ciel that our earl once knew and cherished. It's a nightmarish approximation. Merely a physical manifestation, literally without soul. But the physical manifestation still evokes deep emotions.

So, the demon finds himself in the weeds on this one. How do you handle a reanimated corpse that's "chock full of episodes"? Can you just cut it down in front of its loved ones? Our earl doesn't accept this bizarre doll of his brother as "his brother returned", but I don't think he would handle it well if Sebastian just went over and crushed real Ciel's head. He has to let his young master decide how to handle the situation.

I still anticipate their final confrontation to be more emotional than physical, between the twins. Maybe real Ciel will be more physically aggressive than our earl. And for Sebastian to be somehow barred from intervening on his young master's behalf... much like how Lucas didn't want to harm his dead and reanimated older mirror twin, Claus... and how Boney couldn't protect or fight on Lucas' behalf... during the twins' final confrontation in Mother3.

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terminallyworkingonit · 3 months

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Who has two thumbs and just learned what it feels like to step on a whole ripe avocado in a dark carpeted room????

👍👍this guyyyyyyyy

#shitpost #i feel sick #avocado #consequences #it pops btw #new experiences #shit i say #text post #humor #brand new sentence #terminallyworkingonit

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pratchettquotes · 2 years

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"What the hell have you been doing, Mr. So-Called Bill Door?"

I AM TIRED AND IT WON'T STOP.

Bill Door clutched at his skull.

ALSO SPIGOT GAVE ME A HUMOROUS APPLE JUICE FERMENTED DRINK BECAUSE OF THE HEAT AND NOW I FEEL ILL.

"I ain't surprised. He makes it up in the woods. Apples isn't the half of it."

I HAVE NEVER FELT ILL BEFORE. OR TIRED.

"It's all part of being alive."

HOW DO HUMANS STAND IT?

"Well, fermented apple juice can help."

Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

#DEATH #bill door #miss flitworth #reaper man #discworld #terry pratchett #drinking #hangover #tired #sick #being alive #humans #coping mechanism #friendship #new experiences #alcohol #moonshine #humorous apple juice fermented drink #how do we stand it

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k00294532 · 6 months

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photography workshop using professional cameras

20/11/23

#new skills #new experiences #photography

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sillyromance · 7 months

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Good day everyone!

Here is my new story (WARNING: long writing). Characters: Pred! Sacura (OC)/Prey! Drift (TF RID).

Sacura is my new character; she's an autobot with two alt-modes, one of which is a dragon (the eastern one). While in the "beast" form, she can switch sizes from tiny (a usual snake) to huge(literally a train). So, she is definitely a "switch" in vore community. And... this exactly what everything is about!

I hope you'll enjoy!

They were in the garden surrounding a ruined castle in the mountains. Huge branches of wild, overgrown trees rustled above, hiding two alien visitors from the evil summer sun. Cool shadows danced on the cracked mossy rocks of an ancient human building, creating a surrealistic illusion of mystery and quiet, poetic tragedy. It was a perfect spot for meditation; Drift found it by accident some days ago and it was the first time he took Sacura with him.

They got comfy nearby one immense oak and led a simple, calm conversation.

- I wonder... - Drift's gaze switched to his wife. - How do you feel when I... swallow you?

Young fem stopped watching clouds passing blue lakes and streams of the sky which was hiding behind the roof of the ancient plants - and gave him a curious look. She turned onto the belly and put her helm on both palms; the samurai, embarrassed by his question and her immediate attention, looked away and cleared his throat.

- I mean... I can see well only my side of the story. Your little body passing my lips, your sweet flavour on my glossa, then stretching of my throat when it pushes you deeper into me... - He was slowly tracing the path from his chin to the start of his neck. - And the moment when I feel my waist weighs; the armour moves under my servos as you slip inside the fueltank, unconsciously rubbing it with your tiny hands and feet...

The samurai sighed deeply, recalling the moment. His wife smiled, blushing.

- However... - Drift's tone became serious again. - I have never asked you what it is like - to be consumed that way... And sometimes I doubt if you like all of this as much as I do. Doesn't it scary when you see my mouth open wide? My dents are so sharp that they can just slice you on two with a slight pressure. Or the second you see daylight fading and you slide along the dark esophagus? My sparkbeat must be deafing, and metal muscles squeeze you too tightly... And all these liquids...

Sacura made an interrupting gesture, then layed her hand on his knee and stroked it reassuringly.

- I don't have any discomfort when you send me to your insides. Actually, it's very pleasant - like a big warm hug from everywhere. Or a blanket wrapped around your entire body. Moreover... I can easily read your emotions while in there. - Drift narrowed his optics in disbelief but the fem simply laughed. - Yes, I do. Because at such time I am literally surrounded by you. I hear your systems working, energon circulating through your veins; listen to unsatisfied groans when something annoys you - or sense you relaxing when everything is exactly like you want it to be... It's strange. It's like I'm a part of you then; it affects me strongly. And at the meantime... it comforts me a lot.

She took his large, rough servo and started fondling its small scars and lines.

- If I could show you...

Some leaves fell down the tree at her back and shoulders; Drift leaned to her side and gently swiped them off. Her smooth, round forms seemed so vulnerable... Every time he touched her the only thing which wandered in his processor was: "She looks like a sparkling! How can an autobot be so helpless?"

He smirked to himself. Yeah... This "helpless" autobot could kill him without any problems if she would like to. What a joke of nature! - to give such enormous power to a small and friendly girl who freaks out to hurt a butterfly!

Meanwhile, Sacura suddenly winced and stared at her husband with a decisive look in her optics - she had come up with something.

- Well, perhaps I can...

The samurai rose his eyebrow.

- My second alt-mode. It's big enough to fit you.

Drift's faceplate didn't change even a little, but the mech recognised cool tickles going down his spine section.

- I guess so, darling.

The fem heard hardly noticeable tension in his voice and edges of her lips lowered. She looked down at the grass beneath her and spoke, vocaliser crackling of shame.

- Oh... I'm sorry. It isn't a good idea, I guess... If you are against it, I will never in my life...

Drift's cheeks immediately became blue.

- I didn't mean it, dear! It's just... confusing.

He turned her face back to his and gave the fem a soft kiss.

- Remember - I'm not afraid of you, whatever shape you have. Whatever weapons you have. I'm sure you wouldn't harm anyone you care about, and if you care about me - you won't make me suffer. - He paused and smiled warmly. - I think... We could commit the thing you're talking about. At least, it will help us understand each other better. Don't you agree?

Her face was immediately brightened up with happiness like a cloudy day with sunlight. Without any hesitation she desperately embraced her orange lover; Sacura's energy made them both inevitably crush on the ground. The pair laughed loudly at the occasion, making birds around scream and fly away...

............

Drift hadn't ever seen her THAT big before; and he was impressed by the size she took - her head was as large as his entire being! Now, in her dragon mode, Sacura could make anybody go offline just with her threatening appearance. Someone would say it had been a terrifying view: endless silver body, long fangs glowing under her upper lip, sharp claws on four huge, bareboned paws, strong and heavy tail with poisoned needles hidden beneath the scales...

Regardless, he personally found her magnificent.

Sacura approached her husband after the transformation had been ended - and cautiously nuzzled her elegant elongated muzzle in his shoulder. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak normally until she would get into her "human" form again, so touches and wild, animal sounds were all she could use to communicate with him. Drift noticed a shadow of inconfidence in her flaming eyes.

- You look perfect, my star. As always. - He cuddly scratched behind Sacura's audio sensors what made the dragon whine with pleasure. - Don't worry. I've already warned Bumblebee that we're going to "walk" for some more hours. I'm ready.

She nodded. Her jaws parted, letting the samurai observe a wet, glowing cavern, surrounded by steely knives of teeth. He felt hot air blowing out of the predator's maw, washing around his face, and couldn't help but shivered when her glossa draw a thin slimy line from his feet to the chassis. In spite of his fear, Drift didn't stop his darling. At first, he was a soldier who had fought in hundreds of battles; what an embarrassment it would be to back out when he had already gone so far! At the second - the mech seeked for the knowledge. He had to see what she was going through with him. And, observing a starving depths of the beast's maw which was ready to make him disappear at any second, he immediately felt sincere respect to how calm and willing she had always been to enter his own mouth.

Overcoming unexpectedly awoken instincts, Drift got closer and forced his hand to explore the dragon's shining, scabrous, wet tongue. He was going to lie on it soon after all...

The tongue wriggled amusingly of his action and curled affectionately around his servo, creating circles higher and higher, until his entire manipulator was captured in a warm trap. Nervous gigle escaped the mech.

- Well, what do you think?.. How do I taste like? - Frozen like a statue, Drift asked with edge in his voice. He'd like to pretend he was fine, but it was hard to trick his own wife.

Sacura freed Drift's arm and shut her mouth, disappointed. She peered at her surprised husband and let out a pleading moan.

- I'm not going to give up, girl. I'm all right.

She snuggled into him once more, looking at his strict face with deep sadness and doubt in the optics. He granted her a nice rub between the antennas.

- I believe, we should go ahead.

He courageously gave her his hands, so she could start over with tasting him - the dragon slowly accepted the favour, being more thoughtful and patient than before, letting Drift's mind process that there were nothing to worry about. Sacura, definitely enjoying every moment, licked his fingers, went to wrists, then to elbows... Their looks met again - he smiled reassuringly and titled his head down. The craving abyss appeared in front of him again, pouring with saliva. It needed him so badly... This time the samurai wasn't so merciless to the fem - he basically pushed himself into her ravenous jaws.

They caught and lovingly held him. Her hot glossa started working more actively, trying to reach every inch of Drift's voluminous body. He could sense how fast he was loosing an ability to move; his limbs became languorous and sticky, deadly exhaustion flood all around his tough body. The samurai was already too weak to keep his helm up; finally, he just put it on the fem's tongue, looking sleepily on its ribbed crimson surface. If he decided to struggle for some reason, he wouldn't succeed... Kinda pathetic...

Suddenly, a long, vibrating sound filled the room. His "ears" focused on the resonating, soothing rattling which shook every corner of his system blocks.

Sacura was purring.

Drift sent his concerns into the oblivion at the very moment he understood what the noise was. Thoughts about his own well-being were replaced with the ones about his wife's pleasure. He was the reason she was feeling that good. He gave her this bliss. Drift recalled the day when he swallowed her for the first time - it was... Undescribable. Fascinating. He had her whole; he felt her harsh sparkbeat, her clumsy squirming in his mouth before he made a gulp. He could remember delight of her deliciousness... Now, their roles got switched. And he was certain she loved it.

Finally, the pressure of her jaws increased; the dragon rose her head and let Drift smoothly slip into a small hole right before him. He heard an audible "glrk" with which his shoulders and shest were tugged further into the darkness of her throat.

It was a series of strong, dry, quick swallows, painful for a pred, but ineffective. Her husband never was miniaturous to say the least! Nevertheless the fem didn't stop the process - now it was only the way down for him, she do much more harm, trying to cough him out.

The mech noticed that his girl was in trouble; Sacura surely required some assistance. He began to shift a little, making his waist and hips come along - he was aware of how wide and bulky he was, and how it must be difficult for her to get over with it. The tightness of the tube he was going through seemed almost unbearable, and ironically, he felt guilty for the thick layers of metal which made him so hard to devour.

But their combined actions worked - the gulps slowed down, became calmer and visibly easier. The space around was still cramped, but it didn't crush the samurai any more; it was truly like a warm, plushie hug, pulsating with care and overwhelming love. This body demanded him to be its guest - he knew it in the very spark. And he was glad to give in himself to it as an earned prise for every time Sacura presented herself as a treat for her husband. He accepted the fact that he had to forget about his powers for this moment; he managed to see what his girl ment when she once said: "I wanna be a good prey for you". She deserved him to be submissive now, no matter his warrior pride.

At last, after some minutes of squeezing and pulling, Drift arrived at the fueltank. It greeted him with a friendly gurgling and soft blue light shining from the streaks crossing squishy, tender walls. For the first few seconds the mech felt himself hanging as if he was in a kind of hammock which swayed beneath him non-stop, although this situation didn't last long - Sacura layed herself on the ground and turned on the side, giving space to her enormous, bulging stomach.

She looked at it with mixture of relief and disbelief. She swallowed him whole. He was in there, surrounded by her; she could feel every movement her husband was making, settling down in depth of her growling stomach. It was so incredible... but wrong. It should have been... vice versa. He was stronger, wiser, older than her; he was a leader in their companionship, her "master". And meanwhile, he was in a position of a weaker one now. She literally had his life in her servos. And if she had been an enemy of his, then...

Sacura got terrified by this thought.

She carefully put an open paw on her round, swollen belly and stroked it gently. The mech inside "returned" the touch, pressing exactly at the place she was caressing. Purring like a big cat, the dragon eagerly embraced her stomach and leaned her head closer to the deformed metal. She would never harm him. Never in the world.

.....

Drift was trying to get use to the place he got into. Everything was unstable, elastic, tender - alive; he was afraid that just his presence in here could do harm to his beloved because of how velvety tender her fueltank appeared to be. "This must be what she sees when she gets into my core" - he mumbled to himself, looking at squishy lumps all around him. Glowing wrinkly walls were grabbing his legs and arms with mischief and great interest as if they had a mind of their own; his body was sinking into them, being massaged, gently squeezed all over. It was...nice. He silently watched how every part of him was getting examined and generously soaked in scintillating mint-colour slime. He predicted it could be like that, he didn't care much; Drift would take a shower after anyways. The samurai found a comfortable position and closed his optics, listening to Sacura's distant sparkbeat, deep ventilating, tranquil rumbling - and his own emotions.

It was still hard to process that he was staying in his wife's "stomach". Especially, because he was absolutely helpless. He left his katanas outside. It was necessary, but at the meantime... He was just one step apart from death. The samurai felt so small and helpless that it almost drove him mad. But at that moment he noticed something changing. One of the walls leaned to him, moved by something from the outside; this thing affectionately drew circles on Drift's arm and chassis through the flexible flesh. It didn't take much time for the samurai to realise it was his wife caressing his body. Fury flew away from his spark as fast as it came. He stroke her back and felt Sacura wince in delight. The room slightly tightened around Drift; now he noticed silhouettes of two big paws laying on her belly, hugging his entire form - and a press of something larger right next to his head. The bot could swear it was her helm.

He snuggled into the warm wet muscles and finally relaxed, letting the surrounding do whatever it wanted with him.

Before she was his. Now, he is hers.

Sometimes it's important to see everything from a different angle.

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