#only ever compare yourself with your previous versions

[rainba]

Desperate Kairos ❤

I mentioned some of the kinks of my sillies in a previous ask, but I wanna write/expand on them just a little bit.~

For this one, I wanna focus on Kairos’ praise + worshiping kinks. ((Mostly praise.)) So... Same as always, Kairos being Kairos.

To be honest, this is kind of just me rambling lol

There are two versions here! First one is a fem darling, the second one has a male darling.

18+ NSFW, MDNI

Kairos would typically imagine himself being the one to do the worshipping, but he absolutely loves the idea of his love worshiping him, too. The thought of being praised for anything still sounds like such a foreign concept to him– so when you do it, he becomes instantly obsessed.

If you praise him once, he’ll beg you to do it some more, asking you to repeat yourself over and over just so the sentiment can settle in. And if you worship him during sex just once, he’ll do absolutely anything to have you do it again. He’ll get on his knees and plead with you, he’ll give you all of his money, draw you anything you’d like– whatever you want from him, he’ll give you it.

Just… Please, please, please, worship him again.

Let him sit on the edge of the bed with his cute cock out as you toy with him. He’ll wear whatever you want– thigh highs, cat ears, a bunny suit, literally anything. Kairos gently pets you as he begs you to praise him.

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right..? Y-you love me, right? Only me?”

Call him your master. Call him your owner. Call him an angel. Tell him he’s the only person in this world for you, and that nobody else can compare to him. Those words alone might be enough to make him cum on the spot.

“P-please, keep going,” he’ll pathetically whimper as he tries to guide your mouth to his throbbing cock, desperate for you to give it love and attention. If you tease him too much, he might grip the back of your head and force you to take his entire length at once. He’ll be apologizing while he does so, but the guilt doesn’t outweigh the carnal need to fuck your tight throat.

Part of him so badly desires for you to tell him just how much you love it. If you tell him something along the lines of, “your dick looks so tasty, so perfect,” he won’t be able to stop thinking about it for weeks after. And every time he thinks about it, he becomes incredibly hot and bothered.

Sucking on the tip and licking up and down his length will have him gripping the sheets and mewling. It just feels so, so good. He’ll beg you to kiss it as well, and he’ll also tell you to lick up the precum that’s leaking from his needy cock. Then he’d ask you if it tastes good.

And when you answer with a yes, his entire body will tense up as he stifles a high-pitched moan.

Kairos won’t make you do all the praising, though. He can’t help but praise and worship you as well.

“G-good girl, you’re… You’ll b-be a perfect wife! I… I love you s-so much!” 

When he’s desperate to make you feel good, he’s always quick to use his mouth rather than his hands. He just loves to taste you– it feels so personal, so loving. He absolutely loves eating you out, but there’s also something else he loves: sucking on your breasts.

The first time you let him suck on your tits, it’s like he gets addicted. They’re so soft in his hands, and so soft in his mouth. Kairos gets all hot and shaky as he sits on your lap and loves on your tits… It’s one of his deepest fantasies coming to life.

Kairos closes his eyes in bliss as he warmly sucks and licks them, occasionally leaving tiny love bites. He moans sweetly the entire time, all while grinding his cock against your thigh. If you ever want him to stop, you basically have to force him off of you. When you push his head away from your tits, he’ll immediately dive back down and start sucking on them again while mumbling the words "n-no, please, more."

The only times he pauses is when he wants to praise you.

“Th-they’re so beautiful,” he’ll mumble as he softly flicks one of your nipples with his wet tongue. “A-and they’re mine… All mine.”

Right before he’s about to cum, he’ll ask you permission to do so. 

When he genuinely wants to fuck you, though, he’ll become a reckless mess. Kairos will fervently push you into the bed and pin you down as he practically tears off your clothing. He loves all the foreplay, truly, he does– but sometimes he yearns for more. He can’t help but feel that he needs to be deep inside of your soaking wet pussy immediately.

Oh, and… Please, pretty please, praise him as he fucks you senselessly into the bed. When he’s desperate, his thrusts become messy, and his pace is inconsistent– he’s just doing what feels good at the moment- but he’s trying his best...! 

All he craves is to feel your inner walls squeezing his cock and milking it dry. He desperately needs to fill your cunt to the brim with his seed.

“So warm.. So t-tight… Ah…” He harshly bites down on his bottom lip. “Please, tell me you love this… P-please.” 

The more you praise him, the more erratic he becomes. His small hands will grip your shoulders as he ruts into you like crazy. He might wrap his hands around your neck and choke you instead– if you’ll let him.

“S-such… Such a perfect pussy… You’re so… So perfect.” Kairos leaves little kisses all over your chest as he keeps going.

His left hand will then reach down and lovingly rub sloppy circles around your clit. There’s nothing more he wants in the world than for you to both cum at the same time. It’d just be so romantic!

He’ll do anything to please you. He’ll do anything to be worthy of your praise.

Since he’s not that experienced, he might accidentally make you cum first– which makes him tear up, because he so badly wanted to cum in unison with you. So, if this happens, he might just end up overstimulating you until he climaxes himself.

But if he cums first..? God, he will be extremely embarrassed.

He mumbles a long line of apologies as he cums deep inside of you, panting heavily as he still tries to make you climax too.

If his hand isn’t enough, he’ll spread your legs apart and bury his face between your thighs, excitedly and sloppily eating you out. It doesn’t matter that his cum is dripping out of your pussy as he does so– in fact, he secretly likes it. He’ll try to push his cum back inside of you with his tongue as he looks up at you for encouragement.

And as a way to apologize, he’d make you cum twice, all while praising you. He’d also be thanking you for letting him fuck you.

But he’d also be begging you to forgive him.

 “Y-you’re so kind to me… Y-you’re like an angel, I… I don’t deserve you,” he slowly runs his tongue over your slit as he pushes two fingers inside of you, curling them and gauging your reactions the entire time. He’s determined to memorize all of the things that make you come undone.

And Kairos also loves watching you orgasm on his fingers– the sight of it drives him crazy. Plus, it gives a tiny boost to his ego.

For weeks and weeks after that, he’ll constantly find himself replaying lewd scenes of you in his head, sometimes even drawing it on paper. Then he won’t stop thinking about how he’s gonna make you cum even harder the next time he fucks you.

(Male Darling)

Kairos would typically imagine himself being the one to do the worshipping, but he absolutely loves the idea of his love worshiping him, too! The thought of being praised for anything still sounds like such a foreign concept to him– so when you do it, he becomes instantly obsessed.

If you praise him once, he’ll beg you to do it some more, asking you to repeat yourself over and over just so the sentiment can settle in. And if you worship him during sex just once, he’ll do absolutely anything to have you do it again. He’ll get on his knees and plead with you, he’ll give you all of his money, draw you anything you’d like– whatever you want from him, he’ll give you it.

Just… Please, please, please, worship him again.

Let him sit on the edge of the bed with his cute cock out as you toy with him. He’ll wear whatever you want– thigh highs, cat ears, a bunny suit, literally anything. Kairos gently pets your hair as he begs you to praise him.

“I’m… I’m your good boy, right..? Y-you love me, right?”

Call him your master. Call him your owner. Call him an angel. Tell him he’s the only person in this world for you, and that nobody else can compare to him. Those words alone might be enough to make him cum on the spot.

“P-please, keep going,” he’ll pathetically whimper as he tries to guide your mouth to his throbbing cock, desperate for you to give it love and attention. If you tease him too much, he might grip the back of your head and force you to take his entire length at once. He’ll be apologizing while he does so, but the guilt doesn’t outweigh the carnal need to fuck your tight throat.

Part of him so badly desires for you to tell him just how much you love it. If you tell him something along the lines of, “your dick looks so tasty, so perfect,” he won’t be able to stop thinking about it for weeks after. And every time he thinks about it, he becomes incredibly hot and bothered.

Sucking on the tip and licking up and down his length will have him gripping the sheets and mewling. It just feels so, so good. He’ll beg you to kiss it as well, and he’ll also tell you to lick up the precum that’s leaking from his needy cock. Then he’d ask you if it tastes good.

And when you answer with a yes, his entire body will tense up as he stifles a high-pitched moan.

Kairos won’t make you do all the praising, though. He can’t help but praise and worship you as well.

“G-good boy, you’re… You'll be s-such a perfect husband! I… I love you s-so much!” 

When he’s desperate to make you feel good, he’s always quick to use his mouth rather than his hands. He just loves to taste you– it feels so personal, so loving. He absolutely loves sucking you off. The feeling of your cock invading his small mouth is one of the best feelings ever to him. And when you choke him with it? It makes him so fucking hard. But there’s also something else he loves: sucking on your nipples and leaving marks all over your body.

The first time you let him suck on your chest, it’s like he gets addicted. Every time he leaves a small mark on your skin, it feels like he’s marking his territory. He’s letting the entire world know that you belong to him.

Kairos closes his eyes in bliss as he warmly sucks and licks your chest, occasionally leaving tiny love bites and large hickeys. He moans and whimpers the entire time, all while rubbing his cock against your thigh. If you ever want him to stop, you basically have to force him off of you. When you push his head away from your body, he’ll immediately dive back down and start sucking on your skin again while mumbling the words, “n-no, please, more. I… You look so p-perfect, covered in marks.”

The only times he pauses is when he wants to praise you.

“You’re so perfect,” he’ll mumble as he softly flicks one of your nipples with his tongue. “A-and you’re mine… All mine.”

Right before he’s about to cum, he’ll ask you permission to do so. 

When he genuinely wants to fuck you, though, he’ll be a reckless mess. Kairos will fervently push you into the bed and pin you down as he practically tears off your clothing. He loves all the foreplay, truly, he does– but he craves more. He can’t help but feel that he needs to be deep inside of your tight ass immediately.

Oh, and… Please, pretty please, praise him as he fucks you senselessly into the bed. When he’s desperate, his thrusts become messy and his pace is inconsistent– he’s just doing what feels good at the moment. But he’s trying his best...! 

All he yearns for is to feel your inner walls squeezing his cock. He desperately needs to fill your hole to the brim with his seed.

“So warm.. So t-tight… Ah…” He harshly bites down on his bottom lip. “Please, tell me you love this… P-please.” 

The more you praise him, the more erratic he becomes. His small hands will grip your shoulders as he ruts into you like crazy. He might wrap his hands around your neck and choke you instead– if you’ll let him.

“S-such… Such a perfect body… You’re so… So perfect.” Kairos leaves little kisses all over your sweaty skin as he keeps going.

His left hand will then reach down and sloppily stroke your cock, occasionally squeezing and giving extra attention to the tip. There’s nothing more he wants in the world than for you to both cum at the same time. It’d just be so romantic!

He’ll do anything to please you. He’ll do anything to be worthy of your praise.

Since he’s not that experienced, he might accidentally make you cum first– which makes him tear up, because he so badly wanted to cum in unison with you. So, if this happens, he might just end up overstimulating you until he climaxes himself.

But if he cums first...? God, he will be extremely embarrassed.

He mumbles a long line of apologies as he cums deep inside of you, panting heavily as he still tries to make you climax too.

If his hand isn’t enough, he’ll simply flip you onto your back and ease your cock into his ass, happily riding you until you cum. He tells you to just relax as he bounces up and down, a look of pure ecstasy plastered on his face.

And as a way to apologize, he’d make you cum twice, all while praising you. He’d also be thanking you for letting him fuck you.

But he’d also be begging you to forgive him.

 “Y-you’re so kind to me… Y-you’re like an angel, I… I don’t deserve you,” he tightens around your cock as he tries to play with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them between his fingers. He’s determined to memorize all of the things that make you come undone.

One of his favorite things in the world is the feeling of your hot cum filling him up. It’s borderline addicting. So, please– use him all you like. He’ll worship you even more if you fuck him until he can’t move.

For weeks and weeks after that, he’ll constantly find himself replaying lewd scenes of you in his head, sometimes even drawing it on paper. Then he won’t stop thinking about how he’s gonna make you cum even harder the next time he fucks you.

#kairos posting #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere x reader #kairos being kairos #he's so silly #reader inserts #yandere imagines #yandere oc x reader

[yanderes-galore]

I only have two requests, here's the first.

-Fluffy! AU Mangle with a white fox reader.

After Mangle died and was locked in the facility's underground, William and his scientists created another fox to replace them, a 2.0 version, as the first one went terribly wrong. This time, the fox was a success, being adorable, friendly and suitable for children, they were even similar to Mangle in looks, but not identical. However, as we know, everything goes to hell when Golden Freddy frees everyone, including Mangle. The two foxes finally meet and both are shocked to see each other, but for different reasons.

Mangle was confused at first, but soon became marvelled. Reader's beautiful, perfect even! This fox looked a lot like them, but better! They had to keep you. Mangle: "This is how i was supposed to be? Let me take a closer look at you."

While one fox is fascinated, the other is terrified by the situation. What is this thing? Why does it look like them? As Mangle wraps the other in their elongated, rotting arms and lifts them off the ground, the reader can only fear that they will end up like their undead predecessor.

I think the most interesting thing about this concept is how they both reflect each other. Mangle sees the reader as the closest they will ever be from perfection, while the reader sees Mangle as a constant reminder that if they don't escape, they will turn into a horrible monster just like them.

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Oh boy, Fluffy AU! Also I never got your second request, it looks like it was cut off? So sorry about that :( Here's Mangle!

Edit: Upon writing this... I think I really like the dynamic 1.0 and 2.0 have in a horror aspect. They are reflections of each other... despite what ends up happening.

As per usual, this contains content from the Fluffy AU. Expect graphic content.

Yandere! Fluffy AU! Mangle with Fox! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Gore, Trauma, Possessive behavior, Manipulation, Implied kidnapping/death, Body horror, Gagging/Retching (Vomiting mention), Blood, Forced companionship (?).

Oooo, I like the idea you gave me that there's two levels of the facility.

Take this as your typical Fluffy AU lore dump:

Underground is where failed experiments go in the facility, a smelly area of rot and death.

It's where remnant experiments happen, too.

Other levels above the facility are where completed experiments go, probably separated by era/group.

Mangle was originally supposed to be part of the Toy line as Toy Foxy.

Unfortunately it appears something went wrong with Toy Foxy 1.0.

Some sort of accident caused Toy Foxy 1.0 to become Mangle.

After the death of Toy Foxy 1.0, they were sent to the underground portion of the facility.

Afterwards work on Toy Foxy 2.0 began.

That's where you come in.

This version of the fox was successful compared to their predecessor.

You're a fluffy white fox with pink accents and vibrant yellow eyes.

To top things off you have rosy red cheeks like most of the "Toy" experiments.

You're given the name "Toy Foxy" but are never told that you are 2.0.

There's bound to be some differences between you and 1.0, but for the most part you're nearly identical.

Compared to the previous you developed well.

You're even quite adorable and friendly towards handlers and scientists.

You even get along with the other experiments in your creation set (Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica).

Far as everyone knows... you're perfect.

Up until remnant experiments go wrong... and he odd outbreak starts once experiments from below break containment.

Mangle, 1.0, is released from containment and able to flee into the upper floors.

Understandably, you're terrified.

Humans, your creators, are fleeing left and right.

Experiments are getting into altercations... systems are failing...

All the while you're shoving yourself in a corner, tail wrapped around your body as you shiver in fear.

You don't understand what's going on.

It scares you even more when you see the mangled creature that looks...

Oddly like you.

You hold back nausea as it makes eye contact with you, your ears planted flat against your head.

A mangled corpse (?) of many skeletal limbs, flesh, two heads stare at you...

The smell... the blood.

You find yourself on all fours retching.

Meanwhile the other "fox" seems fascinated by you.

Mangle can't stop staring at you.

You're just like them... but finished.

You're perfect... beautiful... it's meant to be.

You two are meant to be with each other!

Together.

You back away when the creature slinks towards you, maimed head(s) looking you over.

They touch your fur, they smell your scent, all the while you feel blood staining your originally clean white fur.

"You and me... we're the same!" Their voice is a croak, your wide eyes never leave their roaming body. "I was meant to be you! But you came out fine... I'm almost envious, you're quite the treasure!"

You don't like how close this thing is.

It's not you.

You hate it when they sniff you... all you can smell is the rot and blood.

You can feel them nuzzle their snout into you.

You feel nauseous again.

You try to crawl away but feel the limbs wrap around you.

You feel bones circle you... you feel them squeeze... you feel them stain you in gore.

"Where are you going?" The monster asks, pulling you in closer.

You struggle more in their hold, claws out and scrambling.

"I can't let such perfection go to waste, can I?" The monster coos. "We'll need each other... you can't just abandon me... we're one and the same!"

"Let me go!" You plead.

"Oh, we even sound similar too. I'd be a fool to let you leave me...." The creature hisses before you feel yourself being pulled deeper into the facility.

Mangle adores you just like you said.

They think you are what they could be, perfected in every way.

As a result they want to keep you to themselves... they want you close to them...

As they feel whole with you.

Meanwhile, to you, they are indeed a reminder of what could happen if you stay here.

Awhile back an Anon brought up the idea of Mangle attaching to others like some sort of hosts.

So yes... perhaps if you stay here you will become a monster.

They'll make you and them whole...

Together you will be perfect.

#yandere five nights at freddy's #yandere fnaf #yandere fnaf fluffy au #yandere mangle #yandere toy foxy #yandere fluffy au mangle

[afreakingdork]

Weak Spot - Chapter 64

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

The dreamy scene in this week's chapter art is by @mrabubu

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

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

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

Fem!Reader References/Warnings Below Cut

Also available on Ao3

First 💜 Previous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave an affectionate bow of his head.

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

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

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

The familiarity of the gaze haunted you.

You recognized that look.

It had been seared into your brain.

You knew what it proceeded.

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

“Oh no…” You mouthed in horror.

Donnie watched on with an unfocused gaze.

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

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

“You’re going into heat!”

He gawked.

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

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

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

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

Hell, you were downright confident.

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

There was so much care.

So much to think about.

“That can’t…” Donnie mouthed.

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

You were going to bring your crutch to work.

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

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

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

You finally looked at him, ever weakening.

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

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

You saw feral Donnie remorseful and affectionate.

You remembered how he doted on you.

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

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

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

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

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

You imagined your shift confused him.

It confused you.

You weren’t really considering it.

It would be nice though.

To feel close to him.

You did.

There was no question.

You also didn’t, to a certain extent.

Everything felt like catching up.

You yearned for that easy intimacy.

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

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

You hadn’t even fucked.

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

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

Heat Donnie knew none of that.

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

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

You expected scolding.

You were even prepared for him to roll his eyes.

Instead, he had a similar forlorn expression.

He wanted you to.

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

You both yearned to reconnect.

You moved into him and pressed to his front.

His arms came around you in a lazy tenting.

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

His body moved with a nod.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You vaguely remembered him showing you the finished pieces.

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

“We’d be apart again.”

His hand stopped, dead.

“You might not remember, but I will…”

You could feel his whole being tense.

“You said we wouldn’t be apart.”

You hated it.

You hated playing that card.

You weren’t trying to sway him.

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

You were tired.

You were beyond fatigued of being forced apart.

This season was meant for you.

It was designed for coupling.

Your real vacation had been interrupted.

Any subsequent time off had been forced.

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

You’d banked your paid time off on it.

It was supposed to be yours.

You wanted it.

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

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

“There’s time…. Or there should be?” 

He was wound tightly. 

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

“Conjecture.” 

“Isn’t all of it?” 

He had no response. 

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

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

“Your whole mating season is a hypothesis!”

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

He looked down with swirled concern and obvious desire.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave the lightest churr.

You rooted into him to turn up the volume.

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

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

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

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

“Your second.”

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

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

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

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

-

The next day was characterized by highs and lows.

Your ‘trip’ was authorized.

You were demoted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

He chirped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rebreather tested.

Work settled.

Construction completed.

Shots administered.

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

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

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

You were excited.

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

“Hey!” You called out.

“Welcome!” He responded without moving.

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

“Scared.” He spoke clearly.

“We’ll be okay. How’s P.O.P.?”

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

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

His head dipped in a nod.

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

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

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

You chuckled and crossed the invisible threshold.

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

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

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

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

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

You chanced lightly brushing his arms.

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

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

Uncoordinated fingers grazed your side just to prove you wrong.

He didn’t do his mating dance.

Was that bad?

You tried to hush the flurry of thoughts.

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

You and Donnie had been over this in painstaking detail.

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

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

Donnie’s hands slid to almost hold your waist.

Mounting.

He’d mount you.

You were okay.

You were ready. 

A tongue pressed scorching hot into your sex.

You cried out at its presence and arched on reflex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was fighting the drop.

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

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

He churred at your attendance and nosed you warmly.

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

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

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

You crawled on top of him.

“Look.”

He fell back onto his carapace and watched you.

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

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

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

He gave a few back.

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

His squeak warbled with warning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wriggled ready beneath him.

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

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

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

Everything after that was a given.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stared back without comprehension.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He snapped to your face with a blink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gave a few stunted seconds of churring for it.

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

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

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

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

His body tightened up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was it your injuries?

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

Was he still catching up emotionally?

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

Was it because he’d finally proclaimed his love?

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

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

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

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

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

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

You awoke to a bird’s happy trill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You huffed.

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

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

You grumbled.

He gave a sweetened chirp.

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

He gave the start of a sharp noise.

It sounded sort of leading.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You squeaked loud and in warning.

Now wasn’t the time to test that out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You prepared for this.

You knew how to properly bandage it.

You wanted him to bite you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His mate.

His mate.

His mate.

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

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

Donnie was there.

He was always there.

He was everything.

He was also doting.

He was sweetness.

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

You were upright.

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

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

All day.

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

Making up for lost time, you thought.

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

Only four times on day one?

Pathetic.

You had so much more in you.

You had an entire legion in you to be exact.

Populations the world over were poured into your vagina.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

He stayed a metered amount away as if he understood.

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

He gave a whiny chirp.

You held up the cotton ball and waited.

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

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

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

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

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

He came forward to set his chin in your palm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time your body arched before he bit straight down.

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

You cupped your boob and hissed.

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

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

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

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

You rested yours against his.

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

“W-wait! Why would you-!?”

He swirled his tongue and you shook against him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he know?

It wasn’t possible. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eat.

He wanted you to eat it.

From where he’d grabbed it from the water. 

With his mouth.

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

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

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

Donnie burst through the water’s surface already clicking.

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

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

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

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

“Don’t you dare!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He came as close as the edge of the nest.

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

His head tilted where he didn’t understand.

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

Donnie bowed as if to show guilt and he waited.

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

He chirped curiously.

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

He only stared at your stern pointing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Donnie squeaked up a storm and you swatted him away.

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

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

He was scared.

He must have thought you drowned.

He didn’t understand how the rebreather worked.

How could he?

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

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

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

Turning, you saw your rebreather floating on the water.

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

He blinked at you in a withered state.

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

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

“That. Get that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to do that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You waited.

You waited for a thrust.

You waited for a push.

You waited for any movement at all.

Instead he held his position firm.

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

Then you felt a slow gurgle of heat.

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

The implications struck you. 

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

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

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

You couldn’t remember it.

All the articles had been so clinical.

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

Donnie hadn’t stopped ejaculating.

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

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

Your heart thumped loud in your packed ears.

This was different than marking possession. 

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

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

You were stuck and couldn’t move.

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

You wanted to whine.

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

Cum continued to pour in.

No, pour was too fast.

Trickle was too slow.

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

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

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

You’d asked for this.

You initiated underwater sex. 

It wasn’t anything like you imagined.

The flow continued.

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

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

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

With no off switch, the dump persisted.

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

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

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

He then clogged the leak and relaxed to keep forcing more into you.

You spasmed.

Not involuntary, but because you thought you might burst, Donnie immediately made good on his biting promise.

It came directly to your mating mark and it took the very last of your brain cells to keep from screaming the rebreather right out of your mouth. You were doomed to pop like a water balloon and your tears felt hot against the cool water.

It was everywhere.

All consuming.

Either water or cum.

With no end trying to invade you.

You imagined white particulates flowing from out the cracks of your nose.

The empty shell of your body bloated and sperm would emerge wherever it could.

Delirious and hot, you wondered why the you of just two days ago, wanted this.

Why had you recreated the point of fertilization over and over?

Why had you obsessed over sperm and egg?

It was too much.

It also hadn’t stopped.

It couldn’t have.

Not with the way you felt.

Not with all the heaviness of your hips.

Not with the way your body squashed like a seal against the slimy sea floor.

Your consciousness slipped.

Not passing out, but feeling as though you floated away from your body, you saw yourself mounted.

You saw the humanoid version of two softshells doing what nature compelled them.

They were settled and one would come away to grow the clutch.

You’d lay eggs near the shore where you’d dig into the same soft kind of soil you were currently buried.

Your hatchlings would fight free and you’d watch on, unable to help because that’s what instinct dictated.

They needed to fend for themselves.

Strong genes.

They’d survive.

You saw both the future and the current scene.

An odd diorama, the time now seemed as stuck as you.

The only darts were fish far away, only now brave enough now that the predator had settled.

There was also a sparkle of sunlight.

It was beautiful in a way.

It just never seemed to end.

The future tapered off, washed out by the water.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed, but it seemed like an eternity until Donnie animated.

It slammed you right back into your body where you struggled as soon as he released you. In a flash, water rushed around you like a geyser and you erupted onto the bank. Spitting out the rebreather, You gasped, starving, on fresh air and couldn’t manage to get off your dense belly. Elbows sinking into the wet shore, you coughed for the sake of it and only felt a dribble ooze between your legs.

You imagined that would be as endless as whatever you endured.

Numb and weak, you gave up clawing to collapse.

Cheek in mud you’d kicked up, the biodome was blissfully unaware to your plight and continued on as a luxurious space. 

Something scalding splashed your lower back. 

First a jolt to your oddly taxed body, it melted muscles that had been stationary until you put together what it was. 

As much as he designated his turtle status, he’d still spoken of marking once. 

Fulfilling one feral instinct must have bred another. 

He peed out a surprising amount considering he hadn’t taken a drink, but you also hadn’t seen him use the restroom since his heat started. Stuck on what seemed like a conundrum, you could think of how that’d make it especially potent. Other than touch, little more came to your dulled senses and you almost enjoyed the heat of it. Unlike the one that had scorched the earth of your interior, this one mimicked hot stones that your battered body almost needed. 

Flowing along your spine, it pooled warmth in the dip in the lowest part of your back. Stopped by your butt, it trailed to the sides where it dripped off. Not clingy, the cascade then disappeared and you supposed there was a certain level of intimacy to this. Something about sharing fluids and then the larger idea of marking that appealed to Donnie made sense. 

The stream stopped and you could almost see Donnie lost with the whites still consuming his eyes from dark urges. 

He then appeared to prove you wrong and you only stared at him with a murky gaze. He dipped his beak down to nudge you. You made some sort of sound and it must have been a worrisome one. You also hadn’t moved which was probably troubling for him. He was gentle in pulling you further up the bank.

The drag made you feel like you were trailing white slime.

You were a slug and the sun was just as intrusive as your partner.

They’d meant to eradicate you so you curled up into yourself and eventually something came overtop you.

It made no sense as to what, but the harsh light was offset so you gave up your last will and succumbed to sleep.

You never really dreamed during Donnie’s heat.

It was the first thought that occurred to you as you surfaced.

It felt like an ambiguous revelation and you groped for more.

It only resulted in grass between your fingers and a brush of fabric overtop.

That wasn’t your nest’s make-up.

Your eyes were open then and you saw white cotton dyed with orange.

It took you a few more seconds to blink off exhaustion and pull down the sheet that had been thrown over your body. The dome’s lattice sat dutifully overhead, but the sun was no longer glaring you down. It was gone somewhere, walking its usual trip across the sky and ready to clock out.

You never had asked Donnie if anyone in the upper floors could see down in here.

It seemed like a moot point as you’d already been naked for days, but you still wondered.

With an ache, you sat up from sleeping on the hard ground and felt your abdomen pulse.

Reaching down and pressing a hand to the usual curve of it, it didn’t seem out of sorts, but the memories of what had transpired underwater rushed you.

You then snapped side to side where you found Donnie awake, laying beside you, and patiently monitoring.

You tackled him onto his carapace and shouted in his face, “What was that?!”

He peeped, unsure.

“That was so much!” You released him and hovered over top. “Too much cum!”

His head lifted to watch you closely.

“Where do you keep it all?” You felt crazed and fell onto your hip beside him.

Freed, he perked further up and his gaze roved as he examined you.

You caught his chin and tipped him up to kiss him. His muscles went slack against you and you had to chase him back down to the ground. You felt a similar toll on him and gave up making sense of it all. Donnie was his own kind of being and, while you could make educated guesses, he couldn’t be so easily compared.

You pressed with purpose, trying to siphon a response from him where he could not. He allowed it and stunted churrs broke as he lost oxygen during each kiss. It caused him to pant against you where you swallowed up his sounds with a dip of your tongue. Siphoning off this life force in contrast to the one he’d forced into you, you wound your tongue around his with desperation.

Each time you came up he squeaked and gasped against the supposed suffocation. “You literally spent hours fucking me underwater. Don’t pretend like you can’t breathe.”

You scolded him with your tongue and teeth and he met you with as much open mouth enthusiasm as he could muster. However the act was conveyed to him, he clearly found it a pleasurable one and you were moving farther onto his plastron to get the necessary height. He then chased you on one of your head lifting retreats and you berated him by crushing him down into the grass.

He churred needy, but you made out at most, until he began to chirp deliriously. 

Only then did you finally throw a leg over his torso.

The sides of his plastron nipped your thighs and he nervously palmed your hips to push you down where he needed you.

Biting down on his tongue for a hard suck, he gave a sharp mating call and finally you slid far enough back.

You bumped each other in a grab to unlatch the sleeve. 

Once freed it was a quick lift and drop before his cock was buried into you.

Muscles battered, you wilted slightly and he lifted up to bend and chase your lips.

You caught his head the best you could to drink him in and upon the next slide of your tongue against his, he came hard and fast.

Moaning into his mouth, your eyes rolled back. “How-!?”

He ground you down onto him and shoved his mouth open against yours.

“-does-?” A press stole your words and you kissed him the best you could under his insistence. “-this turn you on? You don’t even get it-!”

He refused to let you have more and you toppled over where he began to roll his hips straight through his orgasm.

He was perfectly positioned and the ache of having never cum crushed you with a million times more force than the pond ever had. “Oh, fuck! Donnie!”

Another mating call for your excitement, you found your arms and encircled him to hold on.

He readjusted himself for an even better connection and you cried out his name again and again as targeted pleasure wound.

With a slight nudge to your cheek, you turned into him and he kissed you.

While nothing had, you felt like everything stopped.

You then watched as Donnie pulled his head back to look you over with a semi-focused gaze. “G-good…”

“D-Donnie?!”

For however he was there, he also wasn’t and curled closer to you. “Mm, feels good, love.”

“Donnie!” You pulled him into another kiss and he gave it with practiced ease.

He mewled a little to reluctantly part. “You… okay?”

“Good, so good! Is it… is your heat almost over…? It hasn’t been long at all!” You sent your attention downward and didn’t feel the thick of his knot.

“Hmm?” He drew out the hum and dipped his arms to hike your legs up.

It sent him to even more of your favorite spots and you babbled how much you missed it.

“Good mate.” He groaned, feeling you squeeze him. “A-Amazing.”

“I-“ Your voice bobbed with your body. “-don’t-” You felt your chest bounce. “-understand!”

“Gonna cum for me…?” He slurred affection.

“M-missed you!” You tried to find a better hold on him as your orgasm loomed close. “I missed you! I missed you!” 

“Missed…” The word struck him odd and his hips didn’t stop, but his brow ridge creased. “M-mating…season…?”

“Yes!” You sobbed in pleasure and response.

“Are you…?” He seemed to look you over with the most comprehension yet.

“Good! Incredible! We’re good! So, so good! It’s been the best!!” You were so close you felt your neurons misfiring on your tongue.

“My heart…” With a final hoist of your legs, he plowed your g-spot and you came hard.

It wrung your mind out and the dripping wet juices came down in your vision as cerebral stardust.

“Love you!” He shouted through the void.

“L-love!!” You drooled and felt him grunt with his own orgasm.

No knot.

All you could think was his knot hadn’t expanded.

What did come down was the drawbridge of his body.

Moat accessible, you were still cozy in the castle and panted after what felt like a triathlon.

The rush of your own blood ringing in your ears, the weight of your mate became too much and you gave a wobbly push with your arms against his.

He gave a broken chirp and abated some of his weight where he didn’t seem able to fully retreat.

“Do-nnie…!”

He chirped again and nosed close to you.

You tilted your head to find darkened eyes staring back. “Don…?”

His lids closed as if he hadn’t heard you.

He’d surfaced for only a moment, a dull thought came.

You had no idea why, but he’d momentarily come to.

What a nice surprise.

In and out of attention, you were eventually carried back to the nest. Placed with as much care as incoordination could afford, you curled up against a pillow. Donnie kicked up some things for the sake of it and eventually settled down beside you with a few exhausted cheeps.

You mostly slept until a few hours before your call with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

Scheduled for noon day five, you had a lot of cleaning up to do when you woke. There was the fact that you’d tracked half the pond’s mud into your otherwise pristine nest. Donnie had a minor fit over you tossing brown stained sheets, but settled when you brought in the new ones that he had scented prior for this instance. You were barely able to keep him from mucking those up and somehow got him to rinse off in the outdoor shower.

With him mostly clean, he scampered off where his mind demanded he fix his nest and you took your turn. Actually washing yourself in contrast to your mate, you found the tenderness where he’d bitten your shoulder the day before. It was sadly left subjected to its environment so you scrubbed as best you could and hoped those antibiotics worked amongst the pond scum. Refreshed, you hung a towel over your head and air dried while you downed water like you hadn’t had one in days and ate with a sudden starvation that you hadn’t known was percolating.

Donnie’s season was something else and you were perched on a pillow right at the edge of the nest when you dialed your phone.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. picked up after one ring. “Good news!?”

You leaned away from his volume. “Hey, Shelly.”

“Y/N!”

“What do you even mean by that?” You chuckled and toed at where Donnie was laid out by your feet.

Your mate looked at you with a sleepy expression from all his hard nest work.

“I mean…!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. started and stopped. “I mean I guess you did call me exactly on time so that’s a good sign.”

“It’s going good?” You clarified.

“Yeah?”

“Yup, everything accounted for minus Donnie killing a fish and trying to give it to me like a cat and a whole underwater fiasco.”

“Did he Black Lagoon you?” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. fussed.

“No, no. It was a totally different thing you’ll think is gross, that we didn’t guess.”

“Oh huh…” Your son hummed.

“But food’s good. Water’s good. All supplies, yeah. I could crush some fast food, but that’s just like the ‘please feed me carbs’ side of my body from all the working out.”

“Hm, hm.” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. gave a scholarly hum.

“It’s good.”

“You sound happy.” He softened on the line.

“I am… Donnie… kind of… surfaced? Yesterday. It’s  hard to explain, but he spoke and was present for a few minutes.”

“Weird!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. stretched the word out.

“Yeah. Now he’s back to being his old feral heat self though.” You finally reached him in a stretch and he gave a faint chirp as you tapped his arm.

“Gotcha! Well… I don’t want any details so as long as you both are happy…!”

You laughed. “Thank you for worrying.”

“Yup! Always!”

“We’re still having our Donnie-free weekend after this?”

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. revved so loud you could hear it. “Yes! You owe me!! Sleep over at my house!!!”

“I do. After the hospital and the whole you not being able to come over because Leo is terrified of you.”

“He cried like a baby!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sang. “He’s so funny.”

“Shelly!” You pretended to scold. “Stop! He was a broken man!”

“Broken man scared of a kid like half his age!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cackled.

You booed him.

Coming down from clucks, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sighed. “Yeah, well. He’s fine now so whatever! Anyway, we’re gonna have so much fun! Play all the video games! Make up for lost time!”

“Why do I feel like by lost time you mean all the way back to when you weren’t ever a baby.”

“Okay, I may have one or two story books…”

“My wicked son.”

“My patient mother!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. cooed back.

You chuckled.

“Plus, isn’t it practice?”

“Hopefully not anytime soon.” You tapped Donnie again and this time his lids stayed shut.

“Yeah, but still.”

“Nah. You aren’t practice. You’re my first.”

The quiet ticked on for so long that you pulled your phone away to make sure the call was still connected.

“Shelly?”

“I-I-I-!” He blubbered.

You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “You okay? I’m sorry if I said something wrong…”

“No!” He hiccupped and snorted as if he had a congested nose.

You made a sad, unsure sound.

Donnie’s head came up.

“No, no!” You heard a clink of metal and imagined S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was wiping his face. “I’m not upset! I guess… I guess I just always thought… I mean our family thing has always been a joke so… Is calling you ‘mom’ insensitive? What am I-!?”

“It’s not a joke!”

He quieted.

“It was… Obviously, it was at first, but Shelly, you are my son. I don’t care. I’ll sign the adoption papers even though you’re an adult. If anything were ever to happen to Donnie and me…” You stared hard at Donnie who’d come closer as the conversation turned. “Even if we stopped dating, you’d still be my son. Even if you moved on, I think I’d always think of you that way.”

There was another bout of silence and you felt anxious.

Donnie rested his chin against your thigh.

You pet him reassuringly.

“I-I’m so-sorry…!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. eventually choked out.

“No, I am. I’m upsetting you and I can’t be there to-!”

“No!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. screamed off the speaker before he returned. “No! All these ‘no’s haven’t been complaints! I don’t know how to process this! I’m saying stop being sorry! I’m overwhelmed! These emotions are confusing and new!!”

“O-oh…”

“Yeah!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. came down with a huff of air though none of it translated on the receiver. “I love it. I love you. I’m just… you know, experiencing familial emotions for the first time in my life and freaking out a little!”

“Ah!”

“Yeah!”

“I want to apologize again!”

“Don’t!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. sighed. “It’s good… Ugh I feel weird though. I like, want to run around, but I also don’t so it’s all… ew!”

“Gross human feelings.” You chastised. “Like love!” 

“Yeah.”

“Welcome to… being a child? Or having a family? Which sounds better?”

“Both?” He seemed just as unsure.

“You going to be alright?”

“Yes!” S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. scoffed. “It’s a happy thing! Just weird! New weird!”

You smiled. “Okay, okay. Text me if you need anything.”

“That should be my thing! Stop! Subverting our cool new official roles!”

“You’re not some caregiver!”

“Blah blah blah!! No more emotions thank you! I’m hanging up! Love you! Bye!”

“Love you too! Bye-!”

He hung up.

You pulled the phone away and laughed as it timed out.

Donnie chirped curiously beside you.

“Our son is so much like us and not.” You tucked the phone away and then scooped up your mate’s face. “That’s being parents, I guess.”

Donnie churred a little even though his face said he was confused.

You kissed the tip of his nose. “Look at you. You weren’t threatened by the phone call at all. You’re so comfortable now! You don’t even get jealous of Shelly anymore!” Throwing your weight, you bowled him over.

He fell with you, chirping happily in the sheets.

“I’m proud of you. Proud to be with you.” You told him as you came down.

He leaned forward obviously ready to receive a kiss.

“I’d be more proud if you could figure out something simple like kissing back!” You shook your head and gave him one anyway.

He gave a mating call against your lips and you returned it into his face. You moved to wrestle him and he was in just the right mood for it. Tumbling, there was a distinct lack of sexual drive to it and he only gave into being playful with you. You giggled all the while and he eventually collapsed back to let you win which you nipped at him for. He clicked a protest, but it devolved into happy chirps as you threw a pillow over his face.

You lasted a few hours until you made love again and it felt like a whole affair. Intimate and careful, there were contrasts amongst the drive. You weren’t sure if the last time had been such a blur or if this was the true norm, but you cherished every second. You got to watch the deep satisfaction pass over your mate’s face during his release and you etched it into your mind. The whole of him was yours and you cradled him close long after he’d given up chirping curiously at your subdued change.

When you awoke late that night, you were buried in a divot that had both of you pressed flush. With a bit of sheet pulled up to protect you from his pectoral scutes, you were otherwise tucked in together and you looked up at his sleep slack face. Feeling then specifically how connected you were, you nudged him lightly if only for him to see it as well.

He roused first with a few concerns, then surveying your happy mood brought sugary churrs. You kissed into his cheek lazily and pressed close to him. In a thump, you sensed your hearts beating together and you knew this would carry far beyond when Donnie’s season ended. Like last time, he’d known you’d drawn closer, but this time he would understand why. He’d know as soon as he saw you consciously that any separation that had still been lingering was eradicated. There was no longer some distinction between him and this supposed other persona. You were all his on all levels and nothing more would pull you apart.

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[rebelwrites]

Drunken Mess

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End Masterlist

Summary: The last year had been hard on you but you were finally free from the devil you called your ex-husband. It was time to let your hair down but maybe you partied a little too hard causing you to wake up extremely hung over with not much recollection of the previous night.

Warnings: alcohol, getting completely shit face you can’t remember the previous night, mentions of a past controlling relationship

Song request 3K celebration - Finally Found You by Enrique Iglesias requested by @chibsytelford

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Tonight had been a long time coming, ever since the divorce was made final you were itching to get out and celebrate. However what you didn’t expect was for your best friends to whisk you off to Monaco for a girly mini break.

Nothing on the horizon other than hot weather, hotter guys, alcohol and sex.

You were on cloud nine as you made your way through the airport with your girls, everyone knew that the next 5 days would be messy as hell but you were ready for it.

It was time that you started to get back to the old version of yourself, the one that lived life to the fullest, taking risks and maybe going off the rails a little.

“Please behave.” Jessie laughed, throwing her arm around your shoulder as you walked out of the airport. The moment you stepped out you felt the sun kiss your skin making your grin turn mischievous.

“I always behave.” You winked, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes

“The last holiday we went on you ended up handcuffing yourself to a lamp post.” Rena scoffed, raising her brow at you.

“Technically, that wasn’t my fault. You lost the keys.” You shrugged, pouting at your older sister. “So don’t be blaming me for that one.”

“What about all the other times?” She teased, ruffling up your hair causing you to swat her away.

“No comment.” You huffed, rolling your eyes behind the sunglasses. “Now let's hurry up and get to the hotel because I wanna get changed and go exploring before we find a club for the night.”

Pulling your phone out you entered the address of the hotel, grinning when you realised it was only a ten minute walk. Normally you would have complained about walking anywhere but today you weren't bothered, choosing to soak up as much sun as you possibly could over the next five days.

You hadn’t told the girls this but they all knew you well enough you didn’t need to. One of the reasons you were so excited about coming to Monaco was due to a certain five foot eleven Monégasque driver. It was all you kept babbling on about during the flight, you just hoped that luck was on your side and you would end up bumping into him during the trip.

As you walked through the streets your mind started to wander, the last couple of years had been like you had been dragged through hell and back. Noah, your now ex-husband, was the perfect guy or so you thought. The start of the relationship was amazing, he was the definition of prince charming but then 3 years into the marriage he changed. He started to become secretive, argumentative and just a complete asshole. He started trying to control you, telling you who you could hang out with, checking your phone. You knew he was cheating on you from the lack of contact and sex but for some reason you still stuck around.

It wasn’t until he tried to get violent with you that you realised what was happening. That was the turning point of your life, you packed up your shit and moved into your older sister’s place crashing on her couch for a couple of months.

Shaking your head you refused to give that prick any more brain space, he was in the past and you were determined to keep him there. It was time you got back to the old you.

Your eyes widened at the beauty of this place, photos didn’t compare to the real thing. At that moment you had decided what you wanted with your life, you wanted to move to Monaco.

A new place. A fresh start. A new you.

“Oh my god, I think I just saw Leclerc.” Rena squealed.

“What? Where?” You squealed.

The girls watched as you nearly fell on your arse spinning round, all of them erupting in laughter.

“Wankers.” You huffed, folding your arms across your chest pouting at them. “You know that is one mean fucking joke.”

“You were the one in cuckoo land again.” Holly breathed, wiping her eyes with her finger.

“But that was mean,” You muttered, shaking your head at them. You knew that throughout this trip they would be teasing you about seeing Charles Leclerc but you didn’t expect it to be within the first hour of being in Monaco.

The four of you strolled into the hotel, Rena taking the roll as group mum as she headed to the check in desk dealing with everything. Soon enough she came back with a large grin on her face with four key cards.

She passed three of them out but the fourth one she placed in your hand and wouldn’t let go. “You lose this then I will kill you.” she scolded, raising her brow at you. “And I will make it a very painful and slow death.”

“Okay, mum.” You smirked, snatching the key card off her. “And for the record it wasn’t my fault I lost the key card.”

“It never is,” she scoffed, shaking her head at you. “We don’t call you trouble for nothing.”

“And trouble is out to play.” You winked, holding your arms out as the doors to the elevator opened, pushing your suitcase with the back of your calves you walked backwards into the lift.

“God help us.”

-

Charles watched from across the room, he couldn’t help himself. He saw the moment you and three other girls walked into the club, it was hard not to with how bubbly and loud you were being. It was clear to him that you were all celebrating something and that you were the life of the party and group.

Instantly he wanted to know more.

“Tu regardes encore, frère. You are staring again, brother.” Pierre smirked, slapping Charles on the back. He had noticed how his friend couldn’t take his eyes off your group ever since you entered the club.

“Quoi, non je ne suis pas. What, no I’m not.” Charles scoffed quickly, finally taking his gaze off you.

“And I’m world champion.” Pierre laughed, shaking his head.

“What does it matter if I was?”

“Just go speak to her man.” he smirked, clinking his beer bottle with Charles’.

“Es-tu aveugle? C'est une déesse, je ne peux pas l'approcher. Are you blind? She is a goddess, I can't approach her.” Charles hummed, pulling the beer bottle to his lips.

“Asseyez-vous ici et boudez alors. Mais je vais l'approcher, elle et ses amis. Sit here and sulk then. But I'm going to approach her and her friends.” The blonde smirked, leaving the small booth they were seated in. Before he disappeared into the crowd he threw Charles a wink.

Rolling his eyes he soon followed suit, shimmying his way through the crowd to the bar.

The closer Charles got to you, he felt his heart rate starting to race. How could he feel this connection with someone he didn’t even know? What was going on?

He let his eyes roam over your body, taking note of how the dress fit you perfectly. It was clear to him from the way you were swaying on your heels that you were already drunk.

“Puis-je simplement me faufiler ? Can I just squeeze in?” Charles purred, planting his hands on your hips as he stood in the gap between you and the random guy that was near you.

“I have no idea what you just said but it was hot as fuck.” You giggled, looking over your shoulder being met with the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. “With an accent like that you can keep talking all night.”

“Est-ce que tu parles français? Do you speak French?” Charles asked, resting his head on your bare shoulder, trying to be a gentleman and not look down at your cleavage even though he had the perfect view of it.

“I barely speak english.” your slurred, turning around to get a better glimpse of the mystery man. You were so drunk already, due to it being a while since you had drunk alcohol. Because of this you didn’t realise that you were standing in the arms of Charles Leclerc and flirting with him. “I do know a tiny bit of French though.” You slurred, holding your fingers slightly apart to show how much you meant.

“And what is that?” Charles smirked, properly taking in your features, mainly the fullness of your lips that were currently the same shade as the F1-75 he drove.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?” You grinned proudly, snaking your arms around his neck.

The smirk on Charles’ face grew wider as from the reaction from the girls you were with told him you had no idea what you just said. “Do you know what that means sweetheart?”

“Nope.” You laughed, swaying a little too much nearly falling on the floor but Charles tightened his grip on you keeping you upright.

“You just asked me if I want to sleep with you tonight.” he hummed, lips millimetres away from yours.

“Well, do you?” you purred, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

Rena stood back watching the interaction between you and Charles. She couldn’t deny it was like you had known each other for years with the way you were flirting with each other. She couldn’t help but smirk as you were too drunk to realise who you were flirting with, however she made sure to take plenty of pictures so she could tease you with them come morning.

“Should we tell her?” Holly asked, nudging Dena’s shoulder.

This gained Pierre’s attention. “Tell her what?”

“Okay so it is like she is the luckiest girl on the earth right now. Ever since we booked this short break to Monaco she keeps babbling about the fact she could bump into Mr Leclerc as she keeps calling him.” Jessie laughed, chewing the end of the plastic straw. “So we kept teasing her about it, kept acting like we had seen him from the moment we landed this morning.”

“And because she is drunk she hasn’t realised she is standing in his arms?” Pierre questioned, cocking his brow at the girls.

“Exactly.” Rena laughed, not taking her eyes off you. She was going to let this play out for as long as she could. It had been too long since she saw your smile as bright as what it was currently. It was some harmless fun which she didn’t want to be the one to put a stop to it.

As the night passed on more and more shots were consumed, everyone was teetering on the edge of tipsy and drunk. Apart from you, you were absolutely wasted, thank god for Charles who kept you upright.

Your heels had been removed and were currently sitting in the middle of the table in the booth. But even without the death shoes on you were still extremely wobbly on your feet.

Rena cringed when she heard the beat of the next song, she knew the moment you figured out the song things would start to get embarrassing, especially with Charles glued to your side.

Everyone saw the exact moment you clicked onto what song was playing, instantly you linked hands with Charles dragging him onto the dance floor.

Charles was grateful for you dragging him away, since the moment he laid eyes on you he wanted to pull you away from your friends, spending some time alone.

“Forget about your friends, they don't care where we go. If they do, we'll get lost in a crowd of people, I've been looking for you forever, baby, we go together baby we go, we go” he sang as he pulled you closer to him so your bodies were pressed against each other.

You could feel the warmth coming off him and your head was spinning. Letting your eyes flutter closed, you focused on the sound of his voice.

“We have a connection, that's right, Cause girl I'm not letting go, I'm gonna make you feel right, oh yeah.” he purred down against your ear, his lips ghosting your skin as he sang. The feeling alone left you weak at the knees.

The two of you were getting completely lost in the song and each other’s arms. The world felt right in this stranger's arms.

“Hands up, hands up. Dance floor chillin' when I hold two cups. Can't stop spilling 'cause I'm drunk as fuck. And my song comes on and the club goes nuts. Every province I go, city I sleep, it's best that y'all know” You slurred as you moved your body against his. “Running around, and doing all these shows. Round the whole globe, I come, and you go girl. And you need to think of it. Just wrap for the night, baby, live a bit. With a place to hit, and your pants to zip. You can make a scene and party, are you into it?”

It was like no one else was in the club apart from you and the mystery guy. It suddenly dawned on you that you never even asked his name.

“So, you know my name,” you giggled, spinning around to face him. Once again his hands landing on your hips keeping you upright. “I don’t know yours.”

“But darling,” he grinned, brushing his nose against yours. “You already know who I am.” The confused look on your face made Charles’ heart skip a beat. “My name is Charles.” he breathed.

“Thank you for an amazing night Charles.” You giggled, before pressing your lips against his.

The heat from the kiss was intense, the moment your lips collided everything felt right in the world.

Feeling him pull you closer to him, he deepened the kiss. His tongue seeking permission to part your lips which you happily gave him. The pair of you stood there in the middle of the club making out like teenagers without a care in the world. You only pulled away when you felt your lungs screaming for air.

“I need another drink.” your slurred, wiggling out of Charles’ arms, only you didn’t make it very far before you tripped over your own feet landing on the floor in the fit of giggles.

“D'accord, je pense que c'est l'heure de la maison. Okay, I think it is home time.” Charles hummed as he picked you up off the floor.

“God, you sound so hot speaking French to me.” you purred, brushing your fingers down his cheek.

“Let’s get you home.” he grinned, scooping you off your feet so he was carrying you bridal style through the club. By the time he made it back to the booth at the back of the club he realised that you had passed out in his arms.

“Sorry about her.” Rena sighed, unable to believe how drunk her sister had gotten tonight. “If I’d have known she was going to pass out I would have stepped in sooner.”

“Rena, it’s okay.” Charles smiled looking down at the sleeping beauty in his arms before adjusting his grip so he had a better hold on you. “It’s been the best night I have had in a while.”

“Can you help us get her back to the hotel?” Holly giggled. “We are all a bit too far gone to try and carry her.”

“I can do one better.” Charles grinned, as they all left the club. “My place is literally around the corner so you can all crash there.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Rena smiled softly. “But thank you, that is ever so kind of you.”

“And maybe a little bit selfish.” he winked.

Rena watched as Charles effortlessly carried you through the streets to his home. She knew come the morning you would completely freak out at how you acted tonight and how it would eat you alive that you didn’t recognise the man that was your crush

-

The sound of laughing pulled you out of your slumber, groaning as you grabbed a pillow from the other side of the bed covering your face with it. Instantly you were intoxicated by the smell, that’s when your brain kicked into action and you felt your stomach sink.

What the fuck happened last night?

You remembered hitting the club with your girls but after that your memory was foggy. Your head was pounding which wasn’t helped by how hard you were trying to recall the events of last night. Tossing the pillow back to the otherside of the bed you propped yourself up rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

Looking down you realised you weren’t in your dress anymore but some guys top. That’s when you realised that the room you were staying in wasn’t the hotel room.

“The fuck did I do last night?” You groaned to yourself, forcing yourself out of bed going on the hunt for your girls and coffee.

Your head was spinning as you moved through what seemed to be an apartment, you had no idea where you were going but you followed the sound of laughter.

“Ahhhh she’s alive.” Rena teased.

“Please don’t shout.” You whimpered, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Still can’t handle your booze, little sis.” She smirked, causing you to finally look at her.

As you looked around the large sofa in the middle of the room you narrowed your eyes.

Jessie, Holly, Rena, Pierre Gasly, Carlos Sainz, Daniel Ricciardo.

Wait what?

“Rena, what happened last night?” You pleaded, hoping you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.

“You don’t remember?”

“I remember turning up at the club, some French dude squeezing up against me, drinking, dancing, kissing and that’s it everything else is a blur.” You whispered, still oblivious to Charles standing topless by the coffee machine.

You weren't amused by the look on your sister’s face. Her smirk was wide as she didn’t answer you, letting you try and figure it out for yourself.

“Darling I think you mean some Monégasque dude, and I also think you could do with this,” Charles smirked, coming into your line of vision, holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee before offering it to you. “Coffee, white, four sugars.”

You felt your stomach churn as you stared blankly at Charles Leclerc who was smirking proudly back at you.

This had to be some sort of sick joke.

You wanted the world to swallow you whole right now, it had been a while since you got black out drunk but you did know that when you got to that state you turned into a drunken mess. So the fact that it possibly happened in front of your favourite F1 driver and celeb crush mortified you.

“Earth to Y/N.” Charles chuckled, waving his empty hand across your face but you didn’t move. “Guys I think I broke her.”

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #maybe summer doesn’t have to end

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: sully kids x hard of hearing metkayina gn reader (platonic)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: In a search for a way to communicate with you, the family has to master Na'vi sign language. Along the way of teaching them, however, you learn more about yourself.

This is a gender neutral version of a previous fic! If you have read it, it is the exact same thing.

ʀᴇ𝐐: yes ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 6776 ~ male reader vers.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: feelings of shame and embarrassment, struggling to hear and understand people (and yourself), hints of angst

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: to check the original notes, check the male reader vers. (this version has more words because I included the extras) - There aren't actually many pronouns or moments referring to the reader in my fics that aren't in second point of view. Knowing this, I only skimmed through. If you encounter anything I missed along the way, don't hesitate to tell me. I WILL make the necessary changes.

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Ever since you were a kid, you had always loved the ocean. The Metkayina clan was a tribe of the water, the ocean, so it made sense; but unlike others your age who preferred to play with each other, you enjoyed being completely surrounded by Eywa’s children within the ocean.

You had no qualms with solitude, as all you needed was the sea; but eventually, it proved to be a problem.

The sea gives and the sea takes; it gave you a world to love and took your hearing.

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Tsireya introduced you to Sully’s in their first lesson as one of the Metkayina who truly loved the ocean. “This is our best free diver,” She put a hand on your shoulder, “(y/n). You’re lucky I managed to find 'em.”

Instead of responding in some negative way at her comment, you grin and offer a small wave.

“How so?” Lo'ak questions.

Tsireya doesn’t answer outright. She giggles, “You’ll see.”

The chief’s children and you jump into the water, demonstrating the proper way to dive in that best transitions into swimming. The Sully’s, on the other hand, jump into the water as though in play.

You could see it in their eyes, their amazement. The sea was an entirely different world from the one above, it was something you loved about it.

Only the Na'vi and their animal companions mingled on the coast above. The ilu could be compared to their banshees, nothing special; and the people, though physically different, were still Na'vi.

You didn’t doubt that these water creatures were unlike anything they’d seen before, and you were happy that they were astonished with the wildlife you, too, loved.

You turn back forward to swim, knowing that they’ll follow. You show them the form, using your tail to help and keeping your body like a spear to be able to cut through the water.

You lead them deeper into the sea, but Ao'nung taps your shoulder. You turn to follow his finger, which points up.

The Sully’s were taking a breath of air. Right, that’s probably something you should teach them, but you were probably not the best teacher.

Within the water, your safe haven, you tended to forget many things, so you signed to them, keep going, forgetting they didn’t know how to sign.

You keep swimming, this time checking up on them as you reach an underwater slope. They were bad swimmers, it seemed, which is an idea sort of incomprehensible to you, as every Metkayina was basically born in the ocean. They pushed off of coral and rock formations to push forward and keep up.

They don’t even make it to you when they go back up for air.

What’s wrong with them? Ao'nung signs.

They’re bad divers. Rotxo replies. Though fingers and hands hardly conveyed emotion, you knew from Rotxo and Ao'nung’s generally jokester demeanor that he was making fun of them.

Stop, they’re learning. Tsireya scolds.

Whilst they talk to one another, you get distracted with something out of the corner of your eye. It was bioluminescence, hardly noticeable during the daytime, which is why it’s so curious. You forget the lesson at hand and follow it.

The chief’s children and Rotxo swim up to talk to the Sully’s where they will actually understand each other. It is only after Tsireya promises to teach them sign language, which Neteyam ignorantly describes as “finger talk”, that they notice you and their dear sister’s disappearance.

The bioluminescence you had caught came from a lone hammerhead squid, which is even more peculiar because it was alone. Perhaps it was paranoid, because when it saw you, it began swimming away with determination.

You struggle to catch up with it.

It dives behind large coral, hoping to lose you, but you always catch up. Hammerhead squids found safety in numbers, so they usually didn’t go so fast, which means it would tire out soon.

Knowing this, you kept up the chase. Regardless, however, it puts up a good fight.

It shoots out its ink prematurely. The black liquid disperses in the water, clouding much of the view ahead of you. Instead of swimming through it, you dive under, although you almost bump into a sharp rock. Narrowly, you avoid it, swimming up quickly once you’re past the ink.

Though you move past it, its original outcome–clouding your view–succeeds. When you clear the ink, you suddenly bump into someone.

Sorry. You sign, rubbing at your forehead where you’d bumped into her, so so sorry.

The girl before you is one of the Sully’s. Her eyebrows furrow, confusion in her face, but you misinterpret it as anger. Great, it’s the Sully’s first day in the clan and you were already giving bad impressions.

I didn’t mean to bump into you.

Her eyebrows furrow further. Ultimately, although she doesn’t like it, she decides to surface so that the two of you may speak. She points up and you understand.

Once you’re up at the surface, she says, “I don’t know what you’re saying.”

You had long since memorized the way one’s mouth moves when they say those words, and their variations, so you explain, “I was apologizing for bumping into you.”

Though the next couple words come muddled to you, you just barely catch her saying “alright” and a wave of relief washes over you. “What’s your name?”

“Kiri.” She gives you a polite smile.

“Nice to meet you, Kiri.” You nod. “I didn’t realize we’d lost you while diving. Why’d you wander off?”

“Oh, I um,” She worries that you may think her a freak, so she waters it down. “I got distracted.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I get it. Happens a lot to me too. It’s like a different world, isn’t it?”

Her face lights up when you agree with her, “Yeah, it is.” She ached to observe it again, to be surrounded by Eywa'eveng. “Do you mind if I..?” She gestures down.

You tilt your head, confused. “You what?”

“Go down again.” Kiri mutters, little ashamed to say out loud that she’d rather be underwater than talk with you, but you manage to read her lips.

“Oh, of course I don’t.” You shake your head, “Actually, I was in the middle of finding something. Do you wanna come with?”

Though she much preferred to take the sights all in on her own and on her own time, she had to admit your offer was interesting. “Okay, sure.” She nods.

Kiri follows you back underwater, and keeps swimming after you. Reminded of the other Sully’s, you make sure to keep your head straight and swim at a slower pace.

As you keep swimming past large coral and columns of algae, trying to catch a glimpse of the squid you were searching for before, Kiri gets distracted by something particularly special out of the corner of her eye.

She stays in place, entranced, and almost swims for it before remembering the task at hand. However, when she turns to you, you’re swimming back to her.

Txampaysye. You sign, but of course she wouldn’t understand. So, you wave your hand in the water to create ripples in the current and signify the water. Then, you pass a hand from your stomach to your throat and out your mouth to signify breathing. Breathing underwater.

Somehow, she understands. Though the butterfly-like Txampaysye catches her attention, uncharacteristically of her, she gestures for you to keep going. She’ll have time another day.

Just a bit of swimming later, you find the squid again. It doesn’t notice you. You point at it and Kiri’s head tilts with curiosity.

How could a squid be bioluminescent in the day? The sunlight’s rays still reached it.

Do you want to catch it? You closed your hand, from splayed fingers into a fist very quickly, the sign for catch. It was pretty straight forward, so Kiri understood; what she didn’t understand, and what she was against, was the idea.

The question was only formal. You swim forward without waiting for her answer, thinking she wanted to catch it.

You approach it as silently as possible, keeping your arms to your body and swaying up and down, using your feet like a fin. You keep your tail rigid and in place, for paddling it side to side as opposed to up and down like your legs would create unnecessary noise.

Once you are close enough, you lunge with a quick, sharp movement. It doesn’t have time to react before you catch it between your fingers and palm.

Triumphantly, you turn to Kiri with your hand raised, failing to notice her growing anger. You swim towards her with enthusiasm.

Fyìp ioang. You sign.

For a moment you think you may be misinterpreting confusion as anger again, but you quickly realize you’re interpreting correctly. Kiri pries your fingers apart, freeing the creature who spurts the last of its ink (only a little) and leaves.

Her eyebrows are furrowed, a look you hate, and she points up towards the surface again. You follow, embarrasment beginning to spread through your body.

“You shouldn’t be taking animals against their will.” She scolds, pointing an accusatory finger at you. Her anger was loud and clear in her voice, loud enough for you to hear.

“Sorry.” You purse your lips and mumble so low you can’t even hear it yourself, “I was only curious.”

She huffs, “Your curiosity doesn’t mean you can imprison them just to poke and prod.”

“Yeah,” You point your gaze down, “you’re right.”

“Just don’t do it again.” With that, she begins to swim away, not caring if you follow her.

With shame, you dive back into the water, in search of one of your favorite places to soothe yourself.

She was right, of course, but your curiosity was often one of your driving points. It was why you spent most of your time in the ocean, what kept you entertained underwater. On the other hand, it was also why you’d lost so much of your hearing.

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The next morning, on their way to their second lesson, the Sully’s find you.

Lo'ak, after yesterday, now understands why Tsireya was lucky to find you before. He thinks they’re pretty lucky today, too, as it seems you’re going to head into the ocean. “(y/n)!” He calls for your attention, but you don’t hear him.

You’re just about to dive in, so Lo'ak hurries up to meet you. He catches you by the shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You greet him with a smile. “What’s up?”

“You left us yesterday. Where’d you go?” He asks curiously.

“I’m sorry, what?” You ask, having not heard him entirely.

“Where’d you go?” He repeats.

Again, you don’t hear him. You purse your lips, the shame of not being able to understand people creeping in. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“Where did you go?” Lo'ak repeats for the third time, slowing down his speech.

“Look, I’m really sorry–”

Neteyam catches up, slinging an arm over Lo'ak’s shoulder. “What my brother means to ask is where you went yesterday, when you were supposed to be teaching us.”

“Teach you?” You tilt your head as you think. Did the Olo'eyktan assign you something? Tsireya only took the opportunity because she saw you yesterday. You can’t think of anything, though. “What am I supposed to teach you?”

Lo'ak sighs, “When you were teaching us how to free dive?”

The sigh makes you purse your lips. Your stupid ears were making people frustrated again. Still, you couldn’t say anything when you didn’t understand them. “…what about it?”

Tsireya comes to save you, noticing the struggle between you and the Sully’s. “(y/n), here,” She begins, pushing Lo'ak’s hand off your shoulder, “struggles to hear, if you guys haven’t noticed.”

She signs to you, taking advantage of the fact they don’t know how to sign. Do you want them to know your story?

You shake your head, to which she nods.

“It’d be much appreciated if you guys spoke louder, spoke clearer, and moved your mouths wider.” She demonstrates the way they should speak as she instructs them. “It helps them to be able to read your lips until you learn how to sign.”

“So they can hear us?” Lo'ak asks.

“Barely.” You respond, reminding him that you are in fact in this conversation.

Neteyam nods, rubbing a burn into his brother’s scalp. “Sorry, Lo'ak needs to remember these sorts of things.”

“Shut up, bro.” He pushes his brother away, causing him to skid sideways a few paces.

“(y/n), you would be a great help in teaching them sign language.” Tsireya turns to you, signing as she speaks.

You understand, but you purse your lips. “Today? I sort of wanted to explore…”

“Doesn’t have to be today, no,” She shakes her head, “today is about breathing. If you want to leave, that’s perfectly alright.”

She smiles at you. Oh, Eywa, you loved Tsireya. She was so kind.

You take her permission and give a wave before diving into the water.

You swim farther into the ocean, trying to wash off your embarrassment with the cool water. It burned in your cheeks, anyway.

When the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk found out about your hearing loss, you had already reached a point where there was no way to be healed. Everyone blamed your parents, their neglect for your ears and the proper care after a swim. But in truth, you knew you were also to blame.

It had been a long time since you were a burden. The Metkayina accommodated for your hearing loss. You were lucky to be born in the clan who originated the language that didn’t require hearing. You had long since come to a comfortable life because of it.

When you realize that the embarrassment won’t wear off so easy, you lay down on the sea grass covered sand—or lay down as best you can. The current pushes your head and limbs up.

Your intent was to relax, but the bioluminescent squid from yesterday pops up above you. You react quickly, reaching out and trapping it in your hand again.

You. You sign, awkward because you’re one-handed, You embarrassed me in front of Kiri.

You’d missed two of its tentacles in grabbing it. It crosses its arms, giving you attitude, then pointed at you instead. Somehow, you understand.

Alright, fine. You huff, It’s my fault. You release the squid, but this time it lingers. You forgive me?

It waves two of its tentacles up and down as if to nod its head.

You pluck a small fish from its school and hand it over as an extra peace offering. Sorry, fyìp.

It stares blankly at your offering. Clearly, it was refusing it, because it was definitely capable of catching that fish on its own. Also, you were ignoring the lesson Kiri taught you. You release the fish, which scurries back to its school, signing sorry again.

Why do you want to hang out with me?

The tentacles at its sides raise up in a shrug.

You lost your group. You purse your lips, extending your hand so that the squid may sit on it, even if it is redundant underwater. Are you trying to find a new one?

It shrugs again, though accepts the spot you give it on your hand.

Well, I suppose we’re the same in that. You and I, we’re special. I’m hard of hearing, and you’re bioluminescent. You laugh inwardly, Although, those are two different things.

Fyìp does a twirl in your hand. It seems pleased.

Alright, let’s go. I’ll show you some of my favorite places.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

After the Sully’s breathing exercises, Neteyam is eager to find you. He dives into the water, both practicing his breathing and speed.

For the third time, he’s lucky to find you returning to the village for dinner, this time you were fortunately not caught up in exploring the sea.

Neteyam waves his hand in greeting. You do the same, though you hadn’t realized he had more to say.

(y/n). He signs.

Immediately, your eyes light up. Neteyam is delighted.

Who taught you that? You sign. Your hands are a flurry of speed, but he manages to catch the words anyway.

He recognized “you” and “taught” and the distinct lack of “I”, so he can assume what you asked. Tsireya. He signs simply, for she hadn’t taught him much more than that and your names.

I’ll teach you too.

He recognizes “I”, “teach”, and “you”, and understands. He nods excitedly, then points up towards the surface. You follow.

“You’re learning.” You grin as you surface.

“Yeah.” His smile turns bashful, “I want to learn so I can talk to you better.” He even exaggerates the movement of his lips so that you may read them.

“Aww, that’s sweet.” Though you’ve only known him for so long, you give him a hug. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me.” He shakes his head, still holding your elbows gently even as you part from the hug, “It’s just what I should do.”

☾⋆☆⋆☽

“Hey, La'ok.” You tuck a hair behind your ear, “Sorry I couldn’t hear you the other day.”

“It’s nothing.” Lo'ak shakes his head, “I was actually being rude. I didn’t know you had–wait a minute.”

“What?”

“Did you just call me La'ok?”

Your purse your lips, genuinely confused. “…is that not your name?”

Lo'ak’s eyebrows raise. He closes his eyes as he registers the situation. La'ot. You thought his name was Lo'at. He laughs into his hands, shaking his head. It’s a laugh of disbelief, self-deprecating in a way. “La'ok!”

“What’s your name?”

“Lo'ak.” He exaggerates the enunciation.

You read his lips, “Lo…” His face rises with hope. “..at?”

“What?” His head jerks dramatically, “No, no, Lo'ak.”

“Lo'at.” You repeat again, not catching the way his tongue remained neutral at the bottom of his mouth.

“It’s Lo'ak. Not T, K.” He corrects.

“Lo'ak.” You nod, pursing your lips, “Okay. I uh, think I’ve gotta go.”

“Do you?” He asks. He hadn’t heard your name being called, and if it was you probably wouldn’t either. He also didn’t think you were really someone with many tasks in the clan.

“Yep.” You say, your voice akin to a meep.

Before he gets a chance to respond, you run towards the water with a hurry and dive in. Fyìp finds its way towards you immediately.

Fyìp! You sign with the equivalence to a whine, That was so embarrasssing!!

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Oh, you skxawng! You’re late, you’re late, you’re late!

Too caught up within the serenity that the sea brought you, you had forgotten that you were supposed to be teaching the Sully’s sign language!

You swim towards the shore with much hurry. Your body was preoccupied with a mission, to get there fast, and your mind was berating you for being stuck in your head so much. Because of it, you’re not exactly focusing on the world around you.

“Oof!” You grunt as you bump into a column. It was one of the ones that supported the Marui pods above.

You pull yourself up onto your elbows on the pathway between pods, spitting out the water you’d caught in your mouth when you bumped so stupidly into a column.

Your squid friend jumps up too, sticking to your leg then climbing up to your shoulder. Its sticky tentacles feel weird on your skin, but you pay it no mind. Instead, you focus on cradling the spot on your forehead where you collided.

When Fyìp lands on your shoulder, you turn to it with a huff and go back to rubbing your head. Then, once you actually notice, you double take back to it.

“You can go above the surface?”

Now, no longer muffled by the water, you can just barely catch its squeal. Huh, so it was making sound all this time.

It twirls around your shoulder as if to say yes.

You turn your head back forward, resting your chin on the pathway. “I’m so stupid–wait.” The Sully’s and the chief’s children are having the lesson quite a few ways ahead of you. They didn’t seem to notice you. “It’s them.”

Fyìp’s eyes almost seem to light up when it sees Kiri.

“Gah, should I really be joining them now? I’m so late!” You frown, thinking it over. “I’d be so lost,” You narrate your thoughts for Fyìp, “every time I think about something to teach, what if they already taught it? What even is their teaching plan? I shouldn’t have gone out today. Should’ve stayed to talk to Tsireya.”

Thanks to your awful hearing and tunnel-vision, you don’t notice Fyìp yapping in your ear. Only when it slaps you on the shoulder–it was a small animal, hardly hurt–do you pay attention to it.

“What?” You whine, now rubbing your shoulder.

Fyìp points forward vigorously, pulling its tentacle forwafd and back repeatedly.

“It’ll be so embarrassing.”

It crosses its arms in front of itself like a no. Even though you’re sure it will be, Fyìp’s insistence reminds you of your promise to Neteyam. It wasn’t broken just yet.

“Okay, fine.”

At your affirmation, Fyìp drops back into the water. You follow suit.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Learning a new language, later in your life, was always hard. Although, Jake Sully was the only one in his family with that experience.

“Lo'ak, why are you home early?” Jake and Neytiri rush over to him, sitting down as he does.

“Sign language is so hard.” Lo'ak groans, his head down.

“Learning another language is hard,” Jake affirms, putting a reassuring hand on his son’s shoulder. “but it’s like everything else. With practice, you’ll get the hang of it.”

“At first, he was terrible at Na'vi too.” Neytiri grins, causing Jake to roll his eyes.

“Yes, and I became better.” He gives her a pointed look, to which she only replies by baring her fangs playfully.

“Well, it’s more than that.” Lo'ak frowns, looking down at his hands, the very reason he was so different. "I have five fingers! Everyone else has four. Whenever there’s a sign that requires fingers, everyone stares at me and Kiri. Their looks are so blank, but I can tell what they’re thinking.“

"So why didn’t you say something?” Jake asks. “It’s unlike you to not do anything.”

It was a good question that left him silent as he thought. He didn’t really know the answer, not as he dug through the surface of his mind. As he searched deeper, he found an answer, but he didn’t really want to believe it. “It’s because… Tsireya and (y/n) were there.”

“And..?” Neytiri prods for him to continue.

“I don’t want to disappoint them…” Lo'ak purses his lips, “or be a burden to them.”

“Son,” Jake places his hands on both Lo'ak’s shoulders, causing him to finally look up at him. Jake wanted to be sure that Lo'ak understood the sentiment behind his words. “you’re only learning. You can’t disappoint them. And if they get upset at you, then that’s their fault because they do not understand you and who you are.”

“Next time,” Neytiri speaks up, catching their attention, “make an arrangement. Find a way to work around it. Alright?”

Lo'ak nods, “Okay.”

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Usually, you were the one sought out within the Metkayina if they ever needed you because you were always doing something in the ocean. The sea was vast and cluttered, from seawall terrace to the shore, it was all within the realm of possibility of where you were.

But, for once, you’re seeking someone out.

“Kiri!” You call, “I was looking for you.”

She emerges from the ocean, ringing the water out of her hair. Too caught up in the sights and feeling Eywa in the sea, she had missed dinner. You could relate to that, so you had to make sure she was taking care of herself.

“What is it?” Kiri asks, treading carefully on her words.

“I saved you some dinner.” You hand her a leaf dish of fish.

“Oh.” Only once she sees the food does she remember her growling stomach and hunger. “Thank you.” She takes the leaf from you gingerly but begins to scarf it down once it’s in her own hands.

“It’s no problem.” You begin, “Sometimes I accidentally skip dinner too. I know the feeling of great hunger in the morning.”

Kiri nods in understanding.

“Make sure to get the water out of your ears.” You enthusiastically demonstrate by tipping your head to the side and tapping the side of it. “You don’t want to end up like me.”

Kiri almost chokes on her food. She coughs and puts it on the sand temporarily. “Like you?”

“You know,” She doesn’t know how you can retain a smile like this. “bad hearing and all.”

Ever since you’d lost the majority of your hearing, the adults started using you as an example of what not to do. Not only did they advice the young ones while using your example, they also advised your peers. At first, it was embarrassing, but you began to understand why you were an example and had long since grown used to the embarrassment it brought.

“(y/n), are you using yourself as an example?”

“What?” You tease, “Wanna end up like me?”

“No, (y/n), that’s not what I mean.” She takes both your hands in hers. “You shouldn’t be using yourself as an example of what happens if you don’t take care of yourself.”

“Why not?” It was pretty normal to you now. You purse your lips, “Everyone uses me as an example. I am what happens if you don't–”

“Because,” Kiri breathes out in disbelief, “you’re more than an example. You’re your own person. You’re more than your past mistakes.”

“You’re right,” You snicker at the thought, “just like last time.”

“I’m just saying what has to be said.” She reassures, rubbing her thumbs over the back of your hands, “Value yourself more.”

☾⋆☆⋆☽

The trend of you seeking other people out, when it’d always been the opposite before, followed along for Lo'ak.

After your sign language lessons, you retreated into the ocean to clear your thoughts. Now that you had what you were looking for, you had to find Lo'ak, which thankfully doesn’t take long.

“Lo'ak!” You call as your eyes find him.

He himself seemed to be searching for you too, so when he sees you, his eyes brighten. He covers the ground between you two quickly. “Hey, I was just looking for you.”

“Me too. Do you wanna go first?”

He nods, “I found out a way we can work around my fingers.”

“Your fingers?” You tilt your head forward.

“Yeah.” He shows them off, wiggling all five for you.

“What about them?”

“Oh,” He realizes the question wasn’t because you’d somehow forgotten how many he had, but because you hadn’t heard the rest of his sentence. He speaks with his mouth wider for you, “I found a way to work around them.”

“That’s what I was trying to find you for, actually.” You snicker, “I found a way to work with them.”

“With them?” He hadn’t thought it possible.

“Yep.” You grin, “Oh, but you were going first. Go on.”

“Right, um,” Lo'ak lifts one of his hands with the other, up to your view, then he pulls his last finger down. “I was thinking we could tie down my pinkie.”

“Your pinkie?”

“My last finger, the smallest, it’s called the pinkie.”

“Okay, right.” You nod.

“Tie it down with like a, um,” He snaps his fingers while he thinks. “rope or something until I learn to stop using it.”

After hearing his thought, you burst out laughing. It leaves Lo'ak confused. He stands there awkwardly, arms falling down to his sides with a building shame because he can’t understand what you were laughing at.

“Sorry, um,” You shake your head to wipe the laughter from your face, “that’s too cruel, Lo'ak.”

“Cruel?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, don’t you think? It’s just like what your sister taught me. We shouldn’t take things against their will.” You hold his hand to bring it back between the two of you and press his pinkie down against his palm. The force you put on his knuckle and the position is rather uncomfortable for Lo'ak, and it shows in his face. “See?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He mutters, then realizes his mistake. “Sorry, I mean, you’re right.” He enunciates louder and clearer. “Just that… I couldn’t really find any other way.”

“Well, I was thinking we could just use your middle fingers as a unit.” You bring his pinkie back up and press your fingers on his middle fingers, “What do you call them?”

“This is the middle finger,” He wiggles it and specifically avoids accidentally showing it off to you, even if you probably don’t know what it means. “and this is the ring finger.”

“Okay.” You nod, understanding quickly. Then, you press your fingers against the ring’s left and the middle’s right and hold them together. “We can consider these as my middle finger.”

You hold your hand up next to his, pulling your other fingers down to show him the middle. He almost laughs and tells you the meaning, but decides it’s funnier if you don’t know.

“Say, "happen” for example.“ You use his hand as if it were your own, as yours was holding it, and press the side of yourd against it. Then, you bring it to the side quickly whilst pushing your fingers wide apart. "To mimic my middle finger, you can use your middle and ring fingers together.”

“But… wouldn’t it be confusing?” Lo'ak argues, looking up into your eyes.

You turn away from him, biting your lip, “Much the same as you’re… accommodating for me by learning sign language, we must accommodate for you too. It’s only right.”

“Accommodate…” He hated that word, and clearly, you were just as ashamed to use it. It had been used all throughout your lives because of your particularities. “Let’s not say that.”

You turn back up to him, a glimmer of hope within your eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Let’s not say we’re accommodating for our differences.” He turns his hand, the one that rested upon your palm, and uses it to hold yours reassuringly. “Let’s just say that we’re doing this for each other.”

He loves the way your face lights up with a smile. “That sounds good.”

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Neteyam finds you as you’re coming back home for dinner early. You’re tapping the water from your ears when he approaches.

“Hey.” You greet, noticing him.

“Hey.” Neteyam mirrors. His face displays an enthusiastic grin. “How was the ocean today?” He signs as he speaks.

You pay attention more to his signing, as he was noticeably putting much effort into it. You read his signs out loud, “How was.. the fish, yesterday? I thought it was pretty good.”

“No, um..” He doesn’t let the failure get to him. Instead, he shakes his head and tries again.

“How was the… algae, today?” You blow a raspberry as you think, “Little slimy, green, just like always?”

Neteyam restarts, thinking the signs over in his head again. He was on the right track: ocean, fish, algae, all things related to water. He just needed to get the sign right, he’d already gotten the “today” part. “Okay.” He tries again.

“Nete…” You frown, “I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

“Alright, maybe I’ll try something else.” Neteyam sighs. He rethinks it all again. “Alright. Do you like ilu?”

“Do I enjoy swimming?” You nod, “Of course I do, but less than resting underwater.”

“No, that wasn’t it.” He shakes his head, letting out a small groan. He rubs his hands together, warming them up to ready himself.

“Do I… excited, dive?” You frown, “I don’t think I’m reading those correctly.”

He sighs. Seeing how far he was from what he wanted to say, he puts his head in his hands. “I’m not doing well…” He whines into them.

You take his hands in yours and pull them away from his face, primarily so that you may actually read his lips and or listen to him, but you know the message the gesture conveys anyway. “Don’t worry. You’re still learning.”

“Well, I won't–”

“No more self-deprecating thoughts.” You interrupt him, squeezing his hands. “You’ll get better eventually. I promise you’ll get better with time.”

Neteyam huffs, but he nods. “I don’t know how you’ll fulfill that promise though.”

“Fpivìl…” You say as you think. When you find an idea, you snap your fingers. “I’ll teach you better, I’ll be more proactive at thinking of lessons. Are you a visual or auditory learner?”

“What?”

“We’ll figure that out too.”

Neteyam had to say, your enthusiasm was contagious.

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Thanks to Tsireya’s efforts, the Sully’s had learned the ways of the Metkayina.

They were still different, they were Omatikaya, and they and the Metkayina would always have their differences. However, despite their leaner bodies, they could catch up with you in the water; despite other physical differences like smaller lungs, they could stay underwater almost as long as you. They still preferred bow and arrow over spear and ikran over ilu.

Soon enough, they were good enough at free diving that they were allowed to perform their first Iknimaya trial, catching a small shell thrown into the sea.

Of course, it was the first because it was the easiest, the Metkayina completed it when they were young; but still, it called for a celebration.

Ronal denied a coming of age celebration. It was past the season for it, the tulkuns weren’t home yet, and the Metkayina didn’t know the Sully’s enough for it to have any real sentiment.

It didn’t matter to you, though. All they really wanted was a celebration with friends (which Ao'nung so gladly volunteered to not participate in).

You brought them into the sea for the celebration. For once, it wasn’t a test of their breathing, speed, or swimming form. It was just exploring, enjoying the water; and they hadn’t done that since they tamed their ilu.

As you dove into the sea, Fyìp swam to be near you. It seemed unbothered by the stares of awe he received.

Kiri grinned, signing to you, Fyìp ioang?

Yeah! Call him Fyìp now. You offer it a spot on your palm, which it accepts. You thrust your hand forward to show them all. He warmed up to me, forgave me.

Forgave you? Lo'ak signed. After your arrangement, he’d really gotten good at sign language.

Though the celebration was not meant to be a test, it was a great demonstration of how they were on their way to master sign language.

I believe I told you about the lesson Kiri taught me. I caught Fyìp to show it off to her, and she taught me I shouldn’t have done so, even through all my curiosity. You nod at the thought, Wise words.

Kiri tucks a hair behind her ear, It just made sense to me. Not something wise or anything.

Sure. You huff out a laugh, then turn around to swim further in. Fyìp clings onto your shoulder.

The sights were already amazing. The Sully’s were no longer limited by depth or obstacles now that they knew the way of water, so now they could see everything the sea had to offer.

You turn back to them again with an offer, You guys wanna see one of my favorite places? Knowing that they’ll definitely agree, you turn back around and start leading the way.

It doesn’t take long before you are standing before a marvel.

It was a cove of coral, fish, and many more ocean creatures. They were all colorful and eye-catching, but the main attraction was the ilu. It was similar to the Banshee Rookery in the Ayram alusìng.

We don’t always tame ilu bred from other ilu at the village. Sometimes, we come here, though rarely. You explain.

These ilu were wilder, more aloof, but they still retained their friendly nature with the Na'vi. So long as you do not anger them, we can hang out with them.

The Sully’s were practically let loose around the area. As you already knew much of it, you laid down on a rock at the heart of it and simply watched. Fyìp stuck around you, catching stray fish for dinner.

Kiri easily communicated with the ilu. Even if they were already friendly, they seemed even warmer with her.

Lo'ak managed to find the more playful ilu and had somehow gotten himself into a game of tag. He seemed to be one of the runners. He ducked behind coral, up and around rock arches. He was holding his own, despite the ilu naturally being much faster. Tsireya found herself watching too, and was laughing at Lo'ak’s panicked face as he narrowly avoided being caught by an ilu.

As Lo'ak and Kiri both found their own things to do, it seemed Neteyam was stuck with Tuk. But she wasn’t a burden to him. What kind of big brother would he be if she was?

He held her by the hand and admired some of the smaller creatures with her, although it seemed as though she had other intentions.

She escaped Neteyam’s grasp and began swimming away with vigor. For a moment, Neteyam panicked, rushing after her with alarm. However, he soon relaxed once she saw she was going to you.

She waved hello adorably with a grin then signed. As the youngest, she had a bit more trouble with signing, but you understood her. Why do you like being in the water so much?

Well, it’s very serene. You reply.

Neteyam caught up. He seemed interested too. Is that it?

You shrug, Sort of. There’s some other reasons, but… You took in Tuk’s hopeful eyes. She was far too cute to be denied. I could tell them to you.

Please? Will you? She swims closer, holding onto your wrists so that you may still sign.

Perhaps Tsireya rounded them up; otherwise, you have no idea why, as signing doesn’t make sound, but they all round up around you. Even Fyìp swims closer.

It was a bit nerve-wracking, having all those eyes on you, but you had grown close to all of them. Nothing bad would come of it if you told them.

Okay.

Tuk’s smile grows wider, she swims away so the others can see you too.

Ever since I was a kid, the ocean was so entrancing. It was majestic, a different world from the one above. The other kids my age, they preferred to play with one another. I preferred to explore the ocean. Even though I was hardly used to the world above, I still preferred exploring underwater.

Tsireya taught you that the sea gives and takes. While it gave me a world to love, it also took my hearing because I was negligent towards my ears. Eventually, the sea was more than just the world I loved. It was also the only place I could be normal.

Lo'ak and Kiri listen more carefully when you mention the word normal. It was something they both struggled with.

Everybody needs to sign to speak. You don’t need your ears to listen to them, you only need your eyes; and my eyes, I still have. Underwater, I swim and speak and listen just like everyone else.

Tsireya swims closer, a frown on her face. She holds your elbow endearingly, You are just like everyone else.

Yeah, you are. Neteyam does the same, swimming closer. You are Na'vi.

We are Na'vi. Lo'ak signs.

Though we are all different, we are all Eywa’s children. Kiri signs. It doesn’t matter in what way we are different, my fingers, our blood, your hearing…

Lo'ak’s eyebrows… Neteyam signs. Said eyebrows furrow at the teasing. Lo'ak retaliates by squeezing Neteyam’s exposed neck, as his brother always does to him. Neteyam pushes him away.

You guys, you all understand. You smile, I’m so sorry that the Metkayina treat you differently.

Lo'ak shakes his head, If it is something we must teach them, we’ll make them learn. He smiles, So long as we have great teachers like you and Tsireya to back us up, right?

You roll your eyes–he thinks it’s endearing–at him but nod. We’ll teach them that we’re all the same.

Tomorrow will be a good day for that. Tsireya signs, Let’s not forget we are celebrating your first Iknimaya trial.

Fyìp does an encouraging twirl that makes everyone smile.

To tomorrow. You sign.

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[malereadermaniac]

Taylor Swift lyrics with Your Crush

Male reader / Male crush

"You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk" ~ Gorgeous

After you notice your feelings for him, you try your best to hide them

So your version of flirting is by making fun of him

He loves that, and when you two are drunk at a party, he can't help but chuckle at you blushing while you make fun of his 'gorgeous- weird way of talking'

"I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush, I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch" ~ Gold Rush

You're both popular

He watches as guys jokingly flirt with you and how girls treat you like their boyfriend

He hates it, he can't stand that people would die to have a snipet of what it would be like to date you

You hate how he gets with a girl at almost every party he goes to

And you hate it even more that you know he does that, but still feel a blush come onto your face when he jokes around with you

"I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you, I don't wanna think of anything else now that I've thought of you" ~ Daylight

You're in the standard delusionship, or at least you see it that way

You're thoughts consist of only him and you're eyes aren't on any other guy

To him, this isn't a delusionship, he likes you

He gets with girls at parties but thinks of you during the whole thing

He can't look away from you when you laugh at one of his jokes or when you avert your gaze from his eyes

"I laid the groundwork and then saw a wide smirk, on your face, you knew the entire time, you knew that I'm a mastermind" ~ Mastermind

You did the usual stalking, Instagram amd facebook

Even spotify, then proceeding to introduce songs in his playlist to your posts on Instagram

You didn't know that he noticed really easily

Using the opportunity to reply to your stories with "I love that song" over a long period of time

He liked thinking about you thinking you've outsmarted him and that your plans were laid perfectly

"I know places we won't be found... I know places we can hide" ~ I know places

He's still closeted

So getting together was hard, but he liked you so much he'd spent hours figuring out when and where the two of you could hang out

Mostly at one of your houses, but the few times you two got risky and had real dates, you two were always secretive and posted elusive stories instead of eachother

Of course you two get caught once or twice, but playing it off as a friendly hang out is pretty easy

It's explaining the hand-holding that's harder to do

"I pictured you with other girls, in love, then threw up on the street" ~ Hits Different

Talking about past relationships to each other makes you both feel uneasy

You hate thinking of him being happy with other people, but especially girls

It makes you feel very insecure

A natural feeling, but it makes your heart skips a beat when he kisses your hand and says 'but none of them could ever compare to you'

His blood boils on the other hand when you mention previous partners

When you two were talking about what you like sexually, you mentioned liking what someone else had done before and he wouldn't stop doing it until you said he did it better...

He's also very subtly protective of you when exes approach you at school, passive aggressive remarks and insults hidden under the guise of banter

"I'm still on that trapeze, I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me" ~ mirrorball

He compliments you a lot

He knows that you tend to get insecure from time to time, so he constantly mentions things he likes about you

You two go to the gym together, and he notices how you look at yourself in the mirror

So he always tries to cheer you up with remarks like "*whistles* damn I bagged a baddie, baby"

He makes you laugh, and he makes you feel worthy

However, he's worse than you

Everytime you mention a celebrity or call someone attractive in passing, he thinks about what that person has that he doesn't

You know that he tries to change himself a lot for you, so you're always complimenting him and saying you love specific things about him

"Remember how I said I'd die for you?" ~ False God

He's crazy about you, he can't get enough of you really

He's even willing to doe for you

So 2 years in, he came out to his friends and family

Luckily everyone was super accepting, but the gesture made your heart warm

You loved him a lot too, so so much

Yo yo yo! If you think of any other T Swizzle lyrics feel free to send them :)

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fluff #cute gay #taylor swift #crush x male reader #crush x reader #male crush

[valvesandthings]

I feel like TFP Shockwave (and all other versions, really, but he's my favorite) shows autistic traits and I've always liked that about him, among many other things. Could you do an Autistic!Female Reader X TFP Shockwave with him titfucking her? Maybe it starts with her liking his chest, comparing them, then him exploring hers... one thing leading to another 😳. I'm an autistic woman and I loved your previous story about him. Thank you!

Shockwave knew you were staring at him, but it seemed asking why would disrupt his work. Then again. . . he couldn’t exactly focus with your eyes boring into him. He paused in his work and tilted his helm towards you.

“Why do you stare,” he asked.

You blushed and looked away. It took some time before you were able to answer. “I was just looking at your chest,” you finally admitted. 

Shockwave glanced down. There was no dirt, nothing to attract the eye. “Explain yourself,” he stated. He wanted to return to his work. 

You scratched the back of your neck awkwardly. “I like it. Your chest, I mean. It’s not quite like mine, and I was just wondering if it would feel different from the rest of your body.” As an afterthought, you added, “Sorry. I guess that’s weird, huh?”

Shockwave hummed. “I have not considered the similarities between our frames in this manner,” he said. “My chest is armored like the rest of my frame: A change made during the war.” He looked not at your body. He never before took notice of your breasts, let alone wondered if they were soft like the rest of your body. Now he wanted —almost needed— to know. He did not try to hide his staring, but you didn’t seem to mind. 

“You can touch them if you want,” you offered. 

Shockwave considered it for a moment. Not hesitant but not sure of himself, he reached out. He poked your chest and was slightly surprised when it squished. With the tips of his digits, he felt around the cup of your bra, intrigued by the extra padding. 

“Want me to take my shirt off?” You paused and blushed a bit. “So you can feel them better.”

Shockwave nodded. This session of observation was quickly becoming something more, and it showed in the powering on of his cooling fans. He had rarely ever found sexual interest in the bodies of others, but you were quickly becoming an exception. 

Bare-breasted now, you guided Shockwave’s servos to cover your breasts. As he fondled them you moaned softly. You were so soft and lovely, and made the most intriguing of sounds that Shockwave couldn’t help but reveal his spike. 

You looked up with awe and lust in your eyes. “Come closer,” you said. And when he did you trapped his spike between your breasts and grinned. 

He was busy marveling at the feel of you around him that when you started moving, he moaned much louder than he’d expected. His hips jut into your chest and he gripped the edge of the table so hard it creaked under the pressure. 

“Do you like my tits?” you asked coyly.  You moved so fluidly and felt so good that Shockwave could only bite out a “yes!” as he overloaded, shooting hot transfluid over your chest and face. You smiled so broadly for someone covered in fluids that Shockwave wished he could smile back.

#shockwave x reader #valveplug

[ddoxhan]

happily ever after

I wished, but wonders only exist in fairytales

word count : 0.7k words

genre : angst; hope was dreadful yet she showed you, wonders

tw : none ?? though it's quite depressing

a/n : uni has been taking a toll on me with assignments and expectations :') trying my best to cope with it and I'm not losing :3 enjoy !!

a day, 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds. what are the chances that I'd be able to get past these dreadful numbers? and all of them make up only one day out of the many I've endured. I'd try so hard to remind myself that I've got people around me who cherishes my presence so I need to get past these life obstacles. but what if I said, I don't think I deserve to be part of anyone's life because all I am is just a burden and nuisance.

that's just how I've felt, for almost my entire life. if not entire, majority. sometimes I'd get that feeling that I don't deserve to be happy, delighted with the fact that I am so blessed with supportive parents and great friends. I still felt alone, no matter whatever moment we've spent together. It's like I'm bound to this feeling of solitude that would never leave for life, regardless of whether I have people in my life or not.

I've grown tired; tired of whatever life had been throwing at me. when one problem seems to be solved, another kicks in and have me worrying and overthinking it. sometimes it doesn't even need the completion of one problem for another to start. every year, I'd wish for it to be better than the previous one. I'm not even close to half a century and not even to the half of that.

what have I done wrong in my past life? what have I done wrong in this life? why does it feel like I'm being punished for my wrongdoings that I am not aware of? am I not trying hard enough to live this life? every time I throw these questions, there aren't any answers to them. one may think I'm too pessimistic to see the brighter side of life, but was there a brighter side to mine in the first place?

questions with no answer, conversations with no reply, sounds with no echo. emptiness would be the appropriate word to explain whatever I'm feeling right now. I've fought every minute till I feel nothing anymore. I don't know what to feel anymore.

my world revolved around trying to live normally, but was it at the cost of happiness and contentment? trying to live normally only resulted in me being not sociable enough, not striving academically enough, not active enough. just not being enough. I was not enough to be someone who could survive society.

there were days I'd wake up with no worries at the back of my head. however, those days could only stay in the past and never have one again. because I am growing, and I can only wish that I never become an adult as becoming one would only mean I'm expected to suck it up. suck everything up till I'm only just a shell, with nothing else inside of me.

as if I'm not already trying my very best to suck everything up and be the mature one, more problems arise and solutions seem like an impossible achievement. I have only one wish now, is to live normally and see the ending of this eventful life. even if it means at the cost of myself.

at the end of the day, I will end up alone. so why give myself hope that happily ever after was the ending of my story? when every path I took never seemed to be the right one, ning yizhuo, you showed up, brought yourself into my life and just told me that maybe that my pain is a way of life. everyone goes through it but you just had it harder. you gave your everything to the world, then a time where the world gives back to you would come.

you made it seem like my problems were nothing compared when the world was against you. yet you stood your ground and became the best version you could be. being the total opposite of myself, I was attracted to you who was optimistic and strong, both physically and mentally.

and that's when I fell. in love? perhaps. but it didn't just stop there where it grew into admiration. you became my role model in life and it fueled my will to live on.

wonders were only in fairytales but you showed me that fairytales were real.

#ningning #ning yizhuo #aespa #aespa fluff #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #aespa drabbles #aespa x reader #ningning x reader

[natasha-in-space]

so we got the RFA as little fairytale things-- what about Saeran? any/all versions of him are good!

Oh, I'm always giddy to talk about Saeran! What's funny is that with him, I ended up choosing mostly mythical creatures. Maybe it's because I dived headfirst into my childhood obsession with all kinds of fantasy beings as I worked on the RFA? Well, either way, it was fun to ponder over these!

Ray

A siren. That's mostly because of the role he plays in the game. Ray is the one that lures you into Mint Eye with sweet promises of endless entertainment and happiness. You don't see his face up until the moment when it's too late to turn back, be it by you agreeing to come to him willingly, or him taking you as his assistant whether you want it or not. It's his voice that you hear. Guiding you. Reassuring you. Mesmerizing you. It's his voice that you trust your heart to. I can't help but associate that with a siren. And, oh, it is such an interesting concept for Ray. Can you imagine? A siren that falls in love with a human but doesn't believe that the one they love can ever return their feelings? That's why he relies on his hypnotic voice so much. Deep inside, he's scared. He's scared you're going to leave if he doesn't keep you nice and safe right by his side. But, you prove his fears wrong. Be it by you never actually submitting to his song in the first place, or you eventually finding a way to escape its mesmerizing call, you come to cherish him as he is. Or... you could imagine yourself forever trapped in his soothing voice that dulls all of your thoughts, however intense they may be. The choice is yours.

Suit Saeran

A vampire. Aside from me having a major soft spot for vampires, there are a few reasons why I would pick a vampire specifically for Suit from all the others. While vampires had countless differing portrayals throughout the years, they often symbolize a darker part of ourselves that we're trying to hide away. Vampires are also creatures of death. They come to life only after the person unfortunate enough to get turned had died, leaving their previous mortal life behind. Isn't that rather reminiscent of the way Suit views his awakening during the game? He sees himself as a monster... a creature that brings nothing but dread and destruction, especially when it comes to anything that Ray once held dear. We know that's not truly what he wants. But, it's what he has to do to survive. Just like vampires do. And yet, vampires can also symbolize defiance and rebellion. They are creatures that are often hunted and are instructed to be killed on sight, and this part of their existence does get explored sometimes, which I love. It's them against the world when all they do is try to survive. Saeran's choice to stand up for what's right and protect both you and Ray is a perfect act of rebellion against the environment that kept you caged up until this moment. I actually have a drabble with vampire Suit and my cmc you can check out here!

GE Saeran

A hippogriff. A hippogriff is a mythical creature that is half-eagle and half-horse. There's a purely symbolic reason behind my choice of this particular creature for GE Saeran. See, the birth of a hippogriff by itself is a miracle. It's a creature born out of love between a griffin and a horse, something that shouldn't be possible in any way since they are considered enemies. It's a representative of two opposing forces merging together to create something beautiful and grand against all odds. I can't help but compare it to how Ray and Suit joined forces once they both knew what was the right thing to do. And out of this mutual agreement, Saeran as we know him was born. Hippogriffs can also symbolize a strong sense of love, which plays a big part in GE Saeran's journey. Not just his love for you, but his love towards himself, his brother, and other people around him. I guess you could say that Saeran's birth was a miracle that symbolized a promise of happiness. A new journey of self-discovery that will last a lifetime.

VAE Ray

A winter fae. There are many, and I mean many differing interpretations of fayes throughout all kinds of stories, but for this instance specifically, I'm talking about winter fayes that are born from the shared suffering of mortals in our realm. Winter fayes are very sensitive creatures, in the sense that they can literally feel the pain that others are going through. Especially powerful winter fayes can even feel the suffering of living creatures throughout different realms. That being said, it's not all doom and gloom for them. Winter fayes are not explicitly unhappy with their ordeal, and they are very compassionate and kindhearted towards anyone who stumbles into their court on accident. It's all about balance. Without sadness, there would be no happiness. I just think that really resonated with both VAE Ray and Saeran in different ways. They both went through hell, and their scars will never completely fade away, both physical and mental. But, they learn how to live with them. They learn to open their tired hearts to others, even if they do that at their own pace. There's a melancholic beauty to that.

Unknown

Cerberus. There's something about Unknown being a vicious and unforgiving yet eternally loyal creature who will do anything that he's ordered to do without a second thought that resonates with me. Or, maybe it's the demon/angel au I have cooked up and his role in it. Either way, I can't help but think of Cerberus when I get to Unknown. What's especially intriguing is that Cerberus's ferociousness is rarely shown on full display. Cerberus is loyal, diligent, and observant. He doesn't have to do anything drastic for you to start trembling from fear in his presence. He's terrifying in a way that you don't really want to find out why he's so terrifying. The reason why Unknown is impossible to have a route with is that he's simply too far gone at that point. He doesn't care about anything but his duty and his revenge. You won't be able to sway him like you can with Ray. Unknown is a loyal guard dog, much like Cerberus. And, in a way, he's Rika's loyal lapdog, completely blind to the way his loyalty is disregarded time and time again.

SE Saeran

A chimera. Chimeras are the embodiment of conflicting and contradictory emotions merging to create something completely different and unnatural. But, in contrast with hippogriffs, chimeras are not born out of love between two creatures, and they do not inspire the same awe. Chimeras are often described as foul and ferocious beings, playing the role of the obstacle for the hero to beat. It's a creature of chaos and conflict. And while it can be viewed in an antagonistic way, I can't help but think that SE Saeran would find a sense of kinship in that. He is always at war with himself. He says one thing but thinks completely another. He thinks that he knows what he wants, but changes his mind at the drop of the hat. His heart and his mind are rarely in synk. He is a mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions, and he has to learn how to navigate that. Not to mention that he views himself as a disgusting monster. In a way, he would find comfort in chimeras.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #mm #saeran choi #ray choi #suit saeran #ge saeran #vae ray #vae saeran #unknown choi #mystic messenger unknown #se saeran

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1,6, and 15 for Reforged?

Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it

Fic Context: Reforged

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Originally, for the fic overall, I was inspired by a post by... I think their handle was squid-in-disguise (but I can't find the original post anymore and the ship-centered blog I reblogged it from almost 2 years ago apparently deleted). When I finish and type the final promo post, I'm going to try and tag them if I can verify OP's handle.

It was a fairly general prompt for if Rodimus visited Caminus and was hailed as a deity. I definitely took it in a different direction than was originally asked for. The original idea had "Megatron had secretly been in love with Rodimus the entire time" and I didn't lean into that as much.

I also went way deeper into Camien religion and history than I think anyone asked for, because I think that's interesting.

I also got to draw parallels with the Original Thirteen (from both IDW and Aligned). Added three drops of my experience with Judaism, threw the whole thing in the blender, and BAM.

TL;DR: I saw a post with an idea and no one stopped me. This is how many of my fics happen.

The rest of the answers are under the cut for length

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

We'll take away the sheer length, which far outstrips my other works.

This fic is special/different because:

It gets the most interaction and attention than all of my other fics combined. Something about it resonated with readers and this makes me very proud. I consider myself a very obscure fic author, so I was surprised that anyone even looked at it.

I started writing it on the tail-end of MegaRod being a popular-ish ship. I walked in right when content basically stopped being made (or at least incredibly slowed down to me and two or so other people that I know of). It was just a weird time to get into the ship, which is now almost a rarepair, but especially a weird time to drop a massive novel for it. This ties into the previous point: I'm surprised anyone looked at it.

It's my longest running writing project ever from starting to completion. (I've got up to chapter 98 drafted and only a few chapters after that left to go). Compare that to The Hollow Man, a novella that I slapped out in a month.

It's probably my most obvious example of "canon blending" right now. It's predominantly IDW1, but it's full of both subtle and blatant AU changes, on top of cannibalizing bits and pieces from other continuities, most noticeably Aligned.

It's the first piece I've had that got companion pieces, other little fics set in the same universe or bonus scenes.

It's the only fic of mine that my spouse threatens to write a crack/unhinged version of. For example: trials being based on the Great British Bake-Off

I'm sure there's more but that's what I've got atm.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Novels are hard. Don't write them. I like to think I'm a one-shot and novella specialist, so 40k+ word beasties are not my normal wheelhouse. Some people are best at novels specifically! I do not think I am one of them! Now watch me put my foot in my mouth for Solar Flare.

If you do write one, give yourself a word count and/or a chapter cap. Do not accidentally write something longer than Lord of the Rings (the novel, not the trilogy, but maybe don't write something the length of a trilogy either).

Your brain will sometimes build in foreshadowing for you. Convenient and terrible all at once!

Characters will sometimes provide a story path that you did not plan for. Sometimes this is good! Sometimes this can get away from you and you're at a runaway word count again.

Outlines can be helpful to keep your plot from wandering too far off. I had a very rough outline for this fic of what I needed to hit and whenever something veered too far off, I had something tether it to rather than completely losing the thread. This doesn't work for everyone.

#admin post #ask #ask meme #fic reforged #cracked mist #long post #Thanks for asking!

[freddiemercurydaily]

Gallery update

24 August 1984, Queen performed @ Forest National in Brussels, Belgium  Queen filmed parts of ‘Hammer To Fall’ during this show! The band kick off ‘The Works’ tour and this is the first stop.  The tour will conclude in May 1985 in Japan According to the July '89 issue of Record Collector, Queen ran through about 40 songs during rehearsals. This list of songs rehearsed that didn't end up in the setlist comes from someone who worked on the tour: Great King Rat (longer version), Brighton Rock (full song), I'm In Love With My Car, Sweet Lady,

 White Man, We Will Rock You (fast), Play The Game, Need Your Loving Tonight, Put Out The Fire, Las Palabras de Amor, Life Is Real (both Freddie solo piano and Freddie/Brian acoustic duet versions) The keyboardist for this tour (and also the '86 Magic tour) is session musician Spike Edney. He would also lend some vocals to many songs and play rhythm guitar in Hammer To Fall. He and Roger Taylor would form a band called "The Cross" in 1987 which spawned three albums, and he would return to Queen in the 21st century to play on the Queen + toursSpike was recruited in a very informal way by a Queen associate. He went to Munich for their first rehearsal in early August, wound up partying for most of the first night, and missed the first day's rehearsal. It later transpired that everyone else had. He recalls, "The next day, we all managed to get to it eventually, to the first rehearsal, and all the gear was set up. The stage was huge, and I thought "Oh well, here we go then" and we got to the first song , and what I'd forgotten was that they hadn't actually played together for two years. So they said, OK, let's try one of the new songs, I think it was Radio Ga Ga, and we started playing it, and course, I knew it, I'd been studying it for weeks. You know, 1,2,3,4 and we start and we get about a minute into the song and the whole thing collapses. And they all look at each other, you know, very sheepishly, and they say, "Anyone know how it goes?" and I say "well, actually, I know. I know how it goes" and they said "Ah". And so I started showing them the chords and everything and Fred looked at me and said "You don't know the words, do you?" and "Well, yeah I do actually" so then they all came round the piano and we spent the whole day just going through songs, and I thought, "I'm gonna be all right here, this'll be OK"!" The show started very late, as the band were still doing soundcheck when they were supposed to go on. Apparently over the previous week there were few occasions when all four band members actually showed up for rehearsal. Many songs (likely those listed above) never made the setlist, and soundcheck was an extensive cramming session, particularly for the older material that they hadn't played in years. Roger Taylor later reflected that this European tour was one of his favourites, and many fans cite the early Works setlist as their favourite ever played by the band. Three medleys are now played, two of which have revived many old songs: Killer Queen, Seven Seas Of Rhye, Keep Yourself Alive, Liar, Stone Cold Crazy and Great King Rat. Staying Power from Hot Space returns to the set, as does Sheer Heart Attack from News Of The World. Only half of Staying Power is played, and it runs into Dragon Attack, followed by an improvisation running into a more compact version of Now I'm Here compared to previous tours. Many people who attended shows on this tour recall Queen having a very heavy sound, especially on songs like Liar and Stone Cold Crazy. By 1984 they had gained a reputation as being one of the best live rock acts in the business. Six songs from The Works are performed each night, and the introduction tape is from the album track "Machines". After the heavy G chords are heard on the tape twice, the band walk on stage in the darkness to play the chords the third time, which leads into the brand new "Tear It Up". This is yet another effective opening to a Queen show, something they would perfect time and time again. I Want To Break Free is performed each night in 1984-85 as the first encore, with Freddie coming on stage sporting a pair of huge plastic breasts under a pink shirt. Part way through the song, he would remove the breasts and twirl them around for a while before finally throwing them into the audience. Some souvenir! As a result of this gag, Another One Bites The Dust has been moved from the encore to be earlier in the set. This tour showcases an incredible lighting rig and an overall setup mimics the movie Metropolis, from which scenes were used for the promo video of Radio Ga Ga last year. The huge wheels behind the stage (modelled after the ones on The Works album cover) rotate at mostly random times - usually because they are turned manually by various crew members such as Roger's tech Chris "Crystal" Taylor whenever they have a free moment (Freddie Mercury's assistant Peter Freestone told the tale in 2021). However, a crew member who worked on the tour recalls otherwise: "I do know local crew members were used on the UK shows and certainly (a number of) European gigs. The other thing is that Radio Ga Ga had a set piece with the cogs and lighting, using low ambient lighting and strobes to emphasise mechanical motion of the cogs during the instrumental break. Would Roger Taylor be happy with no one covering him/his kit during a show? Possibly Peter Freestone is remembering production rehearsals when any spare bodies might have been asked to operate the cogs?" During vocal improvisations on this tour, Freddie would often include bits of "Foolin' Around" and "Living On My Own" from his pending first solo album, which he had been working on during this period. Freddie now plays a Telecaster for Crazy Little Thing Called Love. It would remain like this through the Magic tour. The band no longer bring a gong with them on the road. Roger now does a cymbal roll at the end of Bohemian Rhapsody. A fan recalls hearing the band running through Tear It Up whilst queuing up to enter the venue. Freddie's voice is in superb shape for this show, but it will quickly weaken as the tour progresses. As incredible as Freddie Mercury was, he certainly did not take care of his voice at times, especially in the mid-80s. After a couple years of heavy smoking, Freddie's voice now sounds a lot deeper and raspier overall. Before It's A Hard Life, Freddie says, "I think tonight we're gonna do songs from just about every album that we've ever made. You heard some very early stuff from the first album. Right now I think we're gonna do something very new, and we'll see what you think of it." The band sound very tight on this opening night of the tour, with the only exception being the rough transition from Stone Cold Crazy to Great King Rat. The keyboard and guitar solos are integrated together for the first few shows of the tour, during which Brian plays a few bits from Machines. Spike Edney uses his vocoder (a Roland VP-330) for the "machines" and "back to humans" lines heard throughout the tour during this spot (he would use his vocoder for the "radio" lines in Radio Ga Ga as well). After this segment, Brian then gets a few minutes to play on his own as usual. Parts of the promo video for Hammer To Fall were filmed during this show. Claims from some (even official) sources state that Freddie invited the audience back for (what would actually be "additional").  Here is all that Freddie had to say before the song: "This next song we're gonna use in our next video. So everybody just go mad and maybe later you'll see one of you guys inside the video one day. Oh, just go crazy, take your clothes off. It's called Hammer To Fall." After the song, he simply says, "Good night, you guys!" as that was the last song of the set. Here is a fan's recollection: "On the night of the gig, there was a camera mounted on an arm that would swing over the front rows of the audience during a few songs. These audience shots were taken during Tie Your Mother Down, Radio Ga Ga, and Hammer To Fall itself. I guess they also had a camera up in the box at the back of the hall [as there are a few shots of both the audience and the band]. I don't remember any cameras onstage during the gig - just the one mounted on the arm." The Dutch fan club invited only about twenty of its members to attend the video shoot the next day. They were instructed by a roadie to sit quietly on a chair and not to move or approach the band members. After a few hours, Brian came over and had a chat with them, checking to see if they were enjoying themselves and if they were hungry. He then promptly ordered them some take-out!  The last photo is from the autumn 1984 Queen fan club magazine. Brian is seen with a watchful eye over the proceedings. Tour manager Gerry Stickells and his wife are also in the shot.Source: Queen Live

#tour #Queen #freddie mercury #freddiemercury

[cricutmaker3]

Comparing Cricut Machines to Choose the Best Tool in 2024

Good luck guys; gear up yourself to be a part of a thrilling ride comparing Cricut machines. The main goal of writing this blog is to help my sister by guiding her to invest money in the right Cricut machine setup. For the past few years, the company has developed different models of Cricut machines. Before taking a step into the world of crafting, my sister needs to compare all Cricut machines without skipping any pointers.

After differentiating among all the models, it will be easier for her to make a final decision about the compatible Cricut machine. Whether you have a small or big project, there is always a craft plotter that turns imaginable projects into reality. So, study this blog now and choose which Cricut cutting model is going to be suitable for homemade projects.

Cricut Maker Versions

Beginning with the Cricut Maker is one of the most powerful and costly cutting models ever developed by the company. This model is highly preferred by the experts for producing highly professional-level crafts. Also, the Maker cutting machine is the most versatile model available in the market. With the help of its bundle and tools, this craft model cut more than 300 materials with precise and clean cuts on the corners. Besides, Maker can do more than write and cut that is beyond your imagination.

Cricut Maker 3 isthe new version of the Maker model that was launched in 2021. If you compare Cricut machine models to its predecessor, it is a much more powerful, faster, and smart cutting machine for every kind of craft. This Cricut cutting machine swiftly and accurately cuts more than 300+ materials and is compatible with Smart Materials. On the other hand, it performs like a champ, even on the complicated cuts. Plus, this Cricut Maker 3 can not only cut or write but also score, foil, and engrave on the materials.

Cricut Explore Versions

Next up, while talking about comparing Cricut machines, comes Cricut Explore 3. It is a DIY dream machine of all the crafters. This craft plotter impresses them with its incredible speed and precision. Also, it works with 100+ materials and provides eye-catching crafts that make every DIYer grabbing attention. Also, Explore 3 supports Smart Materials during the cutting process and is easily connected to the home inkjet printer. Apart from that, this Cricut product can write, draw, foil, and score depending upon the command given by the crafter.

Equally important to compare different Cricut machines, you can also refer to the Cricut Explore Air 2. This all-rounder craft machine is capable of cutting 100+ materials making all the DIY dreams come true. Explore Air 2 is the best choice for all the newbies and a fabulous full-size machine in the craft market. Undoubtedly, it has a Print Then Cut feature but isn’t compatible with Smart Materials. Finally, it works with six tools to cut, write, score, and foil during the process.

Cricut Joy Versions

Focusing on comparing Cricut machines, Cricut Joy turns your innovative ideas into action within a few minutes. This small, mighty, cute, and portable smart cutter cut 50+ materials precisely and accurately. Besides, the Joy cutting machine is lightweight, portable, and fits in tight places. Plus, it is compatible with Smart Materials that come in a variety of colors and styles. Other than that, Cricut Joy’s built-in Bluetooth feature connected devices with its Joy app.

In this list, you can also add the Cricut Joy Xtra cutting machine model. The Cricut Joy model came into the market in 2023. Just like its previous version, this cut-die machine is portable but a little heavier and more prominent in size. In addition, Cricut Joy Xtra also cuts 50+ materials with precision without making any mistakes. Also, it has a Print Then Cut feature and easily connects with the home inkjet printer. This Cricut Joy latest model not only cuts but also writes, draws, and foils as per the directions given by the crafter.

Cricut Venture

Finally comes Cricut Venture, which expands the creativity level and motivates the DIYer to increase their crafting level. Presently, it is one of the largest and fastest cutting machines currently available in the Cricut models. Venture cutting machine is a wide-format professional Cricut product that cuts 100+ materials within 15 minutes. This craft plotter handles accuracy while cutting or drawing upto 25 inches/second. The Cricut Venture machine can also write, foil, and score. The DIYer can try this smart cutting machine with a Docking stand for more flexibility.

Being an expert in this crafting world, let me share with you that the design software that supports all of these craft plotters is the Design Space app. Simply put, it is digital software providing a library with cost-free images, fonts, and personalized projects.

Conclusion

As a result of comparing Cricut machines, all of the models mentioned above are excellent in their respective places. All of these versions are great and can’t beat another one when it comes to designing any craft. However, it will be your decision which cut-die machine you are going to choose as per your needs. Other than that, you will also find lots of inspiration, projects, and tips that will help you in completing the task within the limited time frame.

Frequently Asked Questions

Which Is the Best Cricut Machine for Beginners?

Seven varieties of smart cutting machines have been developed by Cricut in the past few years. Undoubtedly, all of the models have their features, giving the best results to the users. Talking in terms of beginners, Cricut Joy & Maker 3 are the craft plotters that are considered best by beginners who are new in the crafting world.

What Are the Projects That I Can Make Out of Cricut Joy Xtra?

Since the company has launched Cricut Joy Xtra, it has gained a lot of popularity among users with its brilliant features. Some of the famous projects that can be made out of this craft machine are:

Greeting cards

T-shirts

Mugs

Tote Bags

Stickers

Tumblers

Wood Sign

Pillows

Decals

Labels

How Can I Connect Cricut Machine to My iOS Device?

Have a look at the following pointers and connect both devices:

Open your iOS device Bluetooth by going to the Settings tab.

Now, move the Bluetooth toggle to the right side and wait for your device to scan the nearby devices.

After scanning is finished, the name of your cutting machine will appear under the Available Devices section.

Next, select the model, enter the password, and hit the Pair button.

You will receive the message that your devices are connected successfully with each other.

Finally, you can now send the commands to the machine during the crafting process.

For more information visit: Cricut.com/setup app install cricut explore air 2 install cricut design space

#cricut.com/setup app #install cricut design space app #cricut design space login #cricut machine setup #comparing cricut machines #cricut explore air 2 #cricut maker setup

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[Second Checkpoint]

Arceus looked between her two visages. They both looked wide-eyed at the creator, curious at what she was going to say. It reminded her of the curiosity that she would receive on a second checkpoint from her previous First Contacts. 

"So, let's start with my motives." She smiled at both of them, but then looked directly at Hera. "I know that we consider ourselves as sisters, but, despite that, as your sister, I've already been openly hiding some things from you. I know that it's especially left you not trusting me, Hera, considering how similar I am to others that you don't align with."

Hera nodded. "You may be similar to them, but, at the end of the day, you're still an Arceus. So, it's only right to hear you out a little more. Still, it'd be best to be more transparent with us."

Arceus nodded. "I understand."

Heidi took a sip of her tea. "So, what's your deal, then? Why are you so interested in us all of a sudden? What's your end goal, Lacey, and what do our worlds have to do with it?"

Arceus looked between the two of them and took a sip. "My end goal? Well, it's actually you two directly! I want you both to be my sisters."

Heidi and Hera looked at each other and blinked. Heidi interjected. "Uh… what do you mean? We already said that we considered each other to be sisters. You're telling me that's… all you wanted?"

Arceus shook her head. "Well, that's the first step to what I mean, Heidi. It's not the full thing."

Hera raised a brow. "Well, whatever it is, I hope it doesn't require us to leave our worlds and lives behind."

Arceus shook her head again. "No, not quite like that either. Let me explain." Arceus finished her tea and leaned back somewhat.

"As I mentioned to you both before, I'm an Arceus version of you. I am you, but if you were always an Arceus. I'm old -- possibly older than almost everyone that you've met so far. I've created and interacted with countless worlds, seeing them as they grew and flourished… and as they eventually died due to the heat death of the universe… I've outlasted even the concept of time and space themselves as you know them." She sighed. "And yet… no matter what iteration of the world I've always felt… kinda lonely at the end of everything. I've made friendships and bonds, but I end up outliving everything and everyone that I've known -- even some of the greater creatures that I've befriended had their day… but me? Well… you know."

Heidi tilted her head. "...but what about creatures like Yukin?"

Both Hera and Arceus glared at her. Arceus refuted her.

"Do not ever compare me to him like that again -- or Dinah for that matter. If they're annoying to you, how do you think I feel?"

Heidi sat back. "...Point taken." Considering Arceus's reaction, it seems that Hera wasn't alone in her feelings about Yukin.

Arceus nodded. "Anyway, well, I won't labor you on all of the details of how I got here, but after I was able to remove myself from the concept of time, and after traveling to other dimensions, I decided that I wanted to find someone that I can spend eternity with -- someone that would want to be with me as much as I'd want to be with them."

"So, you decided that other versions of yourself would fit that criteria?"

"Yes."

"Why not find a lover or make a family?" Hera asked.

Arceus shook her head. "I've tried that. Sadly, when it comes to creatures that have parallels, tying myself to someone would inexplicably tie the fate of several versions of myself with that person -- and not for the better, either. In one world, the versions would be tied through siblinghood, while others would tie them as toxic lovers, enemies, or all other manner of issues… and I don't want my actions to write the destiny of those like you. Even being with other Arceus doesn't change things... and, well, other creatures outside of the rules of the world is a bit uh... tricky...."

"So… you think that taking in another version of yourself gets around that."

Arceus nodded. "I don't think so. I know so."

Hera asked her question next. "Well, I'm not necessarily immortal, and Heidi isn't quite there yet either. If we accepted your proposal, then while I'm sure we'd live for a long time, you'd just outlive us. What makes things any different?"

"Well, actually--" Arceus chuckled. THIS was the part that she was waiting for. "That's the thing! It actually does have something to do with that, and why I said that accepting me as your sister's the first step!"

Hera blinked. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Arceus nodded. "Well, truthfully, I don't want to take you both as you are. You have bright and wonderful lives ahead of you that are worth living to its fullest and I don't want to take that away from either of you. However… eventually your fire will burn out, either due to death or due to the end of time. When that time comes, I will be there for you. If we are still friendly and you wish to be my sisters, reach out to me in your final days. If you do and I feel the same about you, then your soul will come to me and we will be together as sisters forever. No more searching for each other…. No more worries…. Just us together."

Heidi and Hera looked at each other. They both had different questions, but Heidi decided to speak up. "So, you're here to introduce yourself and get close to us and to see if we are a good fit to be your little sisters…. So that, after we die, we can decide to… be with you forever."

"That's the gist of it, yeah." She nodded.

Hera interjected. "That's mighty generous of you, Lacey, but what if we refuse -- either now while we're alive or then when we die? What's the catch?"

Arceus shook her head. "Nothing happens if you refuse or if I refuse. Honestly, accepting or declining now doesn't matter, just during your final moments. If during that time you decide that you don't wish to be with me forever, well… then nothing happens. Your spirit will pass on as if I never existed. Though, there is… one catch, and I think it's important that you both know of it."

Heidi tilted her head. "What is it?"

"Well," Arceus murmured while scratching her head. "During those final moments, if you accept to be my sister forever and I accept to be your sister forever, while I'm able to then extract your soul to try to join us, there's… one small issue." Arceus cleared her throat. "There is a chance that instead of being a separate being from me and being with me forever, you'll uh… be absorbed into me instead." She resumed scratching her head nervously. "You see, well, on top of the Arceus abilities that I have, I also have the ability to absorb those that I kill in battle. I try not to be in a position to need to do that since I'd much rather come to a peaceful conclusion, but… well, you know how things can get at times."

Heidi nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, anyway, that absorbing power is how I was able to break from the shackles of time and space in the first place, and how I've become as strong as I am… but unfortunately, that's also part of the issue when it comes to accepting another version of myself as a spirit. You two aren't the only ones that I've offered this to. I've been to so many worlds and tried to take in others like us during their final moments, but… well… I've ended up absorbing them instead. Now, they're parts of me, and I can sense and feel them, but I still feel… lonely. I can no longer see them or talk to them or exist alongside them…." She sighed.

"...Then, how do you know that you're doing it right, or that there's someone like us out there that you can extract without absorbing?"

"Because the one that showed me how to do this told me that I was doing it correctly. They said that there is a compatible one out there that I can be with, but that it takes time to find that person. Usually for them, when it fails, the spirit simply returns to the world and goes on as if nothing happens, but because of my ability, they're absorbed."

"And do you have any criteria for what you're looking for?"

"Well, some, but not that much. I know that it has to be with another one like me that has performed a great feat and one that wants to be with me. That's why I wait so long until my first checkpoint -- to fit that first criteria. Without it, I would just move on when you pass away, where you would have no idea that I existed. Anyway, outside of that, no."

Hera scratched her head. "So… you're relying on a pivotal moment in our lives, mutual consent and luck?"

"That's right. I don't have much else to go on. The one that taught me didn't give me anything else… but that's also why I wanted to make that clear now, to make sure that you know what could happen if you were to accept me."

"...." To think that they were being offered a way to live forever through being with their new sister… Hera had a hard time understanding every detail, but she could tell that Arceus' actions were because she had little other choice….

Heidi let out a sigh. "Alright. Well, I don't see any reason why you would lie to this point, so I'll continue to trust you… sister. I'll think about the forever offer and let you know when the time comes."

Hera shrugged. "I guess. I'll tell Helen about this, but, other than that, I'll also have to think about it."

Arceus rose up and bowed. "Thank you both for understanding. I understand if this affects our sisterhood and future, but I hope this puts you both at ease." She sat back down.

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