Fully Human, Chapter 10 (Sci Fi AU, Marco x Reader, DARK, dead dove, NON CON, humans as pets)
18+ MDNI | on Ao3 | The other chapters
Pretend EI (extreme infrared) EV rays (extreme violet) rays are real and don’t cause cancer or any problems. I just need these plot devices, OK?
There's dub con / non con in this chapter (as a treat!)
These chapters keep getting longer….next one might be a touch shorter. I want it to be done in time for Marcos birthday but I don't have a great track record for having fics done on time. It also takes longer to write them the longer they get, so keep that in mind before you send me an ask about it.
More notes at the bottom to not spoil a lil bit.
Thank you to @jk--47 @ye-old-hermit-woman @bouquet-bride and @razzledazzleelderberry for beta'ing and advising me to make the sex weirder! <3 <3 <3
Marco POV
Logically, Marco knew you were fine. You were sleeping soundly in his bed. He could see you from where he was sitting and could tell no harm had befalledn you. Marco read that humans could sleep for hours upon hours without rousing. Your chest was rising and falling steadily, your body still curled up into a little ball. You hadn’t roused in over twelve hours, certainly a record for a non injured being. Humans needed about eight hours of sleep every twenty four hours, but he hadn’t expected you to sleep this long. Your eyelashes fanned out over your cheeks, the small hairs making you look even more angelic than you normally did. You would wake soon.
He knew that.
And yet he couldn’t stop himself from checking on your vitals and glancing over at you every few minutes to make sure you were still alive. You’d gone to sleep like he had pressed an off switch, cradled in his arms without protest. Marco himself had fallen asleep for his usual 4 hours and even spent time enjoying your skin against his own before leaving you to rest in the bed. But that had been nearly 10 hours prior and you hadn’t stirred since.
After the meeting concluded and the Commanders switched back to the main channel, you didn’t perk back up. You looked completely out of it, like your battery had drained to zero. You ignored the Commanders who had come up to Marco to talk to him about you. Instead of the vitriol you had shown before, you sat mutely as Marco spoke on your behalf, barely even reacting when he patted your head. As he spoke, Marco slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out the vial of solvent for the muzzle.
You scarcely moved as Marco slipped a finger between your lips, prying your mouth open as wide as it could go with the muzzle. You fussed but allowed him to squeeze a few drops of solvent between your dull teeth. The chemicals reacted nearly instantly, the muzzle shrinking back down to its original size. Your hands were still covered so Marco fished out the cube with a finger, earning him a half hearted scowl.
Now that your jaw was free you stretched it widely. That led you to yawn, your body seeking excess oxygen for no discernible reason. You covered your mouth with your clothed hand while your mouth opened wide and your eyes closed, but even that caused tittering among the seasoned pirates.
“What did she just do?”
“Is she ok?”
“Make her do that again, I want to film it. That was so hot, can I stick my-”
“So cute, I can’t believe it…”
You just sighed, your eyelids blinking slowly. You gave the Commanders a disinterested look and laid your head back down on Marco’s shoulder. Alright, you were done.
“She’s yawning, which is a human cue that means she’s overtired. No vids, we’re leaving now yoi. You’ll all see Luna again soon,” Marco announced, standing up with you in his arms. He didn’t really have intentions of bringing you around all the Commanders again until you’d settled more. Meeting eveyone seemed to be overwhelming for you based on the clinical readings he was getting. Maybe it would be better to have you spend time with his brothers in smaller groups, as long as he was also in attendance.
“What about her food?” Thatch asked, still lingering in the lounge after the meeting. He motioned to a covered tray, the extreme violet (EV) lights brightening the lid indicating the top of the container was burning hot.
“If you don’t mind, would you bring it to my room? This has been a lot of excitement for her, she needs rest,” Marco queried, rubbing a hand up and down your back. He saw you make a disgruntled face out of the corner of his eye but let it slide. You were being docile and obedient, there was no need to micromanage every one of your facial expressions. Humans were known for being unable to quell their emotions, he didn’t want to punish you for your nature. Thatch hummed, grabbing the hot tray by the cool bottom and trailing behind Marco back to his quarters.
Your eyelids were practically closed as Marco carried you back to his quarters. Your limbs were deadweight, but it wasn’t difficult to carry you in the least. Marco had dreamed of a similar scene many times over the course of his years fantasizing about humans – carrying a well cared for, well fucked, sleepy human to bed, to be held in arms all night long. A smile vocalization came from your throat and Marco smiled to himself. It was your first day as his new pet and he thought he’d done rather well so far. He hadn’t fully experienced you, but that was alright. There would be plenty of time to find delight in your body after you rested.
Marco sat down with you in his chair, after which you tucked your legs under you. You looked kind of like Ace when he was tired, a small little ball of grumpiness. Marco kept a neutral face but he really wanted to coo at you as Thatch set the food container to rapid cool. A moment later, he released the lid to reveal the same bland food you’d been given before. You blinked at it and looked up at him.
“Thanks. C’n I have a utensil?” you mumbled. Thatch beamed at you, as if you did something monumental.
“Look, it’s here,” he said, running his hand under the bottom of the food tray to where the multi-utensil (multiut) was stored. You tilted your head to look under the serving tray and put your hand where his was. Thatch pressed his lips together as your hands touched, making Marco roll his eyes. An overlarge multiut popped out, too big for you to use as easily as they did.
“Guess I should have told you that before, huh?” he said, rubbing the back of his head. You hummed a single note before starting to eat, all of your small fingers wrapped around the handle to counterbalance its weight. You ate rapidly, shoveling more food into your mouth before you finished chewing the previous bite.
“Is it tasty? Do you still like it?” Thatch asked, intently watching you eat. You nodded your head, pushing more food into your already full mouth.
“I can get you a smaller multiut, if you’d like. That one looks a little heavy for you,” Thatch said, crouching down so he was at your eye level. Marco shifted you back a little into his lap as you continued eating, unbothered by his brother staring at you.
“Thanks,” you said in a rush before shoveling more food into your mouth. You ate very quickly, Marco realized, much like you drank water. Right now he wanted to get you to bed as soon as possible, but that was something he’d have to address with you. There was no shortage of food on the ship, and no one was going to take a meal from you. Well, maybe Ace, but Marco would set him straight if he ever tried. Marco wrapped his fingers around your wrist in an effort to slow down the pace at which you were eating.
“Thatch, would you mind getting her water with added electrolytes?” Marco asked as he waited for you to swallow the food in your mouth. Once you did, he released your wrist, allowing you to continue eating. There were many habits he’d have to train out of you; Marco didn’t want anyone to think he was starving you or using food to control you. But beyond that, he wanted you to develop a more normal relationship with various resources. You set down the multiut as Thatch handed you an overlarge cup of water – your special glass was back in the lab – and watched you chug the beverage. Marco sighed, this would be a longer ordeal than just a meal or two.
“It’s not going anywhere, you can take your time. I can always make more,” Thatch said easily, leaning against Marco’s desk. You didn’t even spare him a glance as you continued to eat nearly as rapidly as Ace. Soon you sighed and licked the multiut, placing it back on the underside of the tray. Your eyelids were drooping as you reclined against Marco’s chest, like he was a chair.
“Aw, so sweet,” Thatch cooed as your eyes slid closed, your neck muscles going slack.
“Thank you again, Brother. I’ll let you know when she wakes up - she’ll need another of these meals,” Marco said, sliding his arm under your legs. You sniffed but didn’t even look at either Commander. Marco dismissed Thatch with a smile and salute, trying to wordlessly communicate to his brother that he should leave you in peace.
Taking the cue, Thatch left moments later, practically walking backwards out the door in an effort to keep watching you. You paid no mind as you settled heavily into Marco’s lap, preparing for sleep.
“No, no. Not here, silly human. In the bed yoi,” Marco chuffed happily, playing with the ends of your hair. You hummed but didn’t move, your breathing already evening out.
“Spoiled little thing,” Marco said, pressing his lips against your scalp, as if he wasn’t indulging himself as much as you. He stood up and gently deposited you into the middle of his bed, covering you with his blanket. Marco tapped a note on his controller to get you a heavier blanket made from cloth. Humans enjoyed weighted cloth on them as they rested, and he needed you to be as healthy as possible.
Luckily for you, Haruta did have time to install the special extreme infrared (EI) lights in the room prior to the meeting. For you, it was pitch black, the only light the stars shining through the small window. For Marco, he could see just as well as he could in the full light. Most beings on the ship could see in EI wavelengths, but not all. And for that reason (as well as the lower cost), they used lights with the regular spectrums for the ship. Your eyes weren’t able to detect the EI rays, but since Marco could, he would be able to complete work from his room or watch you while you slumbered on.
Watching your chest rising and falling reminded Marco that he wanted to implement a night time routine for you. Ritual cleansing and habitual motions were said to calm humans into a peaceful slumber. But tonight you wouldn’t be needing it, your body already asleep even before he removed his clothes. Setting the lights to EI mode for your comfort, Marco put his clothes in the cleansing station before preening himself for the night. Maybe he could teach you to preen his feathers, he mused. Your small, nimble hands were well suited for the task and he’d enjoy the intimate touch of another.
With the pleasant thought of you touching his feathered arms in his mind, Marco crawled over to you on the bed. Your suit needed to be cleaned as well, so he retracted the textile back into its disc. Besides, he wanted to feel as much of your soft skin as he could on his own, the thought having plagued him for hours. You didn’t rouse while the suit retracted and Marco raised the covers higher over your shoulders. He turned off the lights fully, ready to sleep alongside you.
Marco curled up behind you, nuzzling his face into the crook between your neck and shoulder. You huffed in annoyance as he wrapped his arms around you and tucked you against him, your warm, supple back against his chest. But your furrowed brow soon smoothed out as you slipped deeper into REM sleep. Marco inhaled your scent deeply, your unique chemistry filling his lungs. The way you fit his body was nothing short of a miracle, your diminutive size a perfect fit for him.
Marco trailed his fingers up and down your side, noting that your goosebumps came back out now that you were naked. He made note of several small scars he hadn’t seen earlier, mapping them out with the pads of his fingers. You groaned again, annoyed that he was disrupting your slumber with his gentle touches. Burrowing into you, Marco felt his cock harden as it nestled between your ass cheeks but he ignored it. He wanted you wet and wanting, not passed out when he finally had you. Marco smiled to himself, his childhood dream brought to life, as he fell asleep with you tightly grasped in his arms.
Marco woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day after a typical four hour rest. The ship operated on the standard Galactic day, a 30 hour period representing one cycle. From his experience as a doctor, Marco knew there were other species who also needed extended amounts of sleep. Once Jozu needed rest, he’d be asleep for an entire day – sometimes two – but that only came once every 14 days. You, however, would need enormous amounts of sleep daily. Studies showed lack of sleep was detrimental to humans after the 18 hour mark and compounded quickly.
So after cuddling with you for some time and trailing his fingers up and down your delicate skin, Marco got up and left you to sleep. He spent a lot of time with you in the day prior and was now behind in his actual work. There were patients in the infirmary, viruses to sequence, and he needed to keep on top of Pops’ health as well. Not only that, but he wanted to do a refresher in his human informational archives. Marco now had a vested interest in sifting through the information he’d gathered over the years. He needed to refresh his memory around a few topics and a look at some archived vids wouldn’t hurt either.
After switching on the EI lights, Marco dressed in his clean clothes and made himself a warm coffee from the liquid replicator, the delicious brown liquid filling his nose with the pleasant smell. Marco hummed as he sipped it – coffee was one of the many resources mined from Eurt. He wondered if you had ever tasted it. Based on the scarcity with which you treated water, he was guessing you hadn’t. Maybe he could let you try it one day as a treat if you were being good for him. Taking a large gulp of the hot liquid, Marco sat at his comp-station and synced it to his controller.
The first few hours went by easily as Marco worked steadily and checked on his patients remotely via vid. He waited until you were in the middle of a REM cycle to sneak to the clinic for a moment, gathering what he needed for you when you woke. After about four hours, Marco began to worry a little, pulling up the vital signs from your clinical cuff. He did need to go into the infirmary but he was reluctant to leave until you woke up and he determined for himself that you were alright. You looked the same as you had before, still heavily sleeping.
Thatch had stopped by again after you’d been asleep for eight hours, already worrying over you.
“Is she hurt? Isn’t this too long to sleep?” Thatch asked, craning his neck to get a glimpse of you in Marco’s bed as he carried two food trays in his arms. As Commander, Thatch could have sent any number of his division to deliver food to Marco, but Marco had a feeling you’d be getting hand delivered food for some time.
“She’s fine yoi. Eight hours is actually the normal amount for humans, but she’s over tired. She’s probably going to sleep for a few more hours,” Marco explained, taking the tray of food his brother thoughtfully brought for him. Marco was looking forward to the flavorful array Thatch had prepared for his palette. You’d only be getting the bland food he’d requested Thatch to make.
“Is she hungry? Should we wake her? I don’t want her to starve,” Thatch worried, setting the tray of food he’d made for you on top of the one in Marco’s arms. The EV lid kept the food inside hot, though Marco imagined Thatch cooked the food fresh anyway.
“She’s not starving, I promise. We’re not waking her, I want her to sleep her fill,” Marco said quietly, gently pushing his brother away from his door.
“She looks so cute and warm all curled up. Oooh, she’s naked! I wanna cuddle her, just for a little-” Thatch said, already reaching for the zipper to his chef uniform.
“No. She’s too tired yoi. Maybe another time,” Marco said firmly. He had cuddled you, of course, but no one else would right now. Thatch tutted but relented, allowing Marco to close the door and leave you to your slumber.
After another two hours, Marco began checking on you in twenty minute intervals. He didn’t allow himself to monitor you any more frequently than that. He was a physician, he knew you were alright. Marco was running out of work he could do remotely, he needed to go into the infirmary within a few hours. Eventually he gave up on pretending to not look at your vitals and had them up on the primary work screen. Nothing had so much as blipped, you were still in deep REM sleep.
Another two hours passed and Marco decided to wake you. Twelve hours was sufficient for an ill human, it would be enough for you. You would sleep again in twelve to fourteen hours, and too much sleep could be harmful for humans. Thatch had pinged him no less than five times asking if you woke and needed food, Curiel asked about you twice, and Ace had tried vid-chatting with you. Marco declined their offers to stop by, but sent a few pics of you sleeping to placate his brothers.
Marco waited until you were coming out of a REM cycle before walking over to the bed, changing from the EI lights to a dim setting you’d be able to see. Marco admired you, patting your hair as you took in a deep breath.
“Luna,” he said softly, one finger now stroking down your exposed back. “Luna, it is time to wake up yoi,” Marco continued, his thick fingers now skimming your back lightly. You grumbled and turned over, ducking your body under his large blanket. He had read about best methods for waking humans, but he didn’t have the heart to rip your blanket away or spray you with coolant. Marco chuckled and dipped his hand under the blanket, his fingers unerringly finding your soft nipple. Marco pinched it gently, rolling the soft nub in between his fingers. You sucked in a hiss, batting at his hand.
“Mmphf, stoooop,” you whined, pushing at his hand. Marco released your nipple, resting his hand on your ribs.
“It’s been twelve hours, you’ve slept enough. You will get to sleep again later, do not be concerned,” Marco said softly, trying not to startle you awake. You scowled at him, your tiny sleepy face so adorable Marco almost kissed you on the spot. He found the human word for lip pressing after searching his archives, it was called kissing. He rubbed your shoulders, kneading the taut muscles beneath his fingertips. You huffed but didn’t whine any longer, stretching yourself out before yawning again. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, wrapping the blanket around yourself.
“Good morning, Master,” you grumbled, so petulant Marco almost laughed.
Your POV
You did feel more refreshed now that you’d slept a while. Marco informed you that you’d slept for twelve hours, but you felt like you could easily go another twelve. He seemed to be into taking care of you physically, so hopefully you’d get to sleep again later like he said. In some ways it was nice not to have to pretend to be someone you weren’t, to be able to live in the way you needed. You would have preferred not being outed as a human, but at least you slept more than five hours a day now.
Marco was annoying you, sitting right next to you as you woke up. Didn’t he understand personal space? Still, you called him Master as he wanted. It wouldn’t be a great start to the day to get into it with him right away. Besides, your mouth still felt tacky from that muzzle the day prior. You did not want that thing in your mouth again.
“How are you feeling yoi?” he asked, his hand resting against the back of your neck.
“Tired,” you said simply, your throat dry from not drinking for so long. You smacked your lips before rearing back from Marco’s other hand entering your peripheral vision.
“Still? Drink,” he commanded, handing you your glass. You took the cool water quickly, gulping it down out of habit before he had time to tell you to stop. The glass was actually really interesting, you wanted to know more about it.
“Did you get this from Eurt?” you said, admiring the empty glass.
“One of my ancestors did,” Marco replied absentmindedly, fiddling with an injector. You frowned, you didn’t want more inoculations but Marco was right – you needed them.
“Have you been there?” you asked before you could stop yourself. You were trying to reveal as little information as possible, but he was definitely more well traveled than you were. He was on an Emperor’s crew, they could go basically wherever they liked in the galaxy. So the possibilities of him having been there were way higher than anyone else.
“Where? Eurt?” Marco asked, looking up from the injector. You nodded eagerly in the hope that he had. Marco gave you a strange look and set down the injector on the bedside table.
“How much do you know about Eurt?” he asked, reaching over to take the glass away. You huffed, he was always trying to explain things that you already knew.
“A lot! It’s where humans come from, of course. I wanna go there one day,” you said, thinking about the ancient books on Lafftale. A few books and papers had made their way to Lafftale over the years and you’d read them all so many times you could see the pictures inside your head. It was hard to understand what you were looking at sometimes, but just the sun alone made your heart happy. All that warm, golden energy would fill you with happiness, you just knew it.
“We’ll talk about it later. I need to vaccinate you now. Come here,” Marco said, patting his lap. You rolled your eyes but scooted over to him, holding the blanket over your body like a dress. He was going to vaccinate you – and you did want them – so you weren’t going to fight over being on his lap. You’d save your energy for battles you were more likely to win. It was obvious Marco changed the topic of conversation, but whatever. Maybe you’d ask Thatch the next time you saw him, he seemed to be more interested in appeasing you.
Marco adjusted you and moved the blanket so your thigh was exposed. You turned your head and closed your eyes, not wanting to watch as the injector activated. Marco held you tightly with one arm while you felt the cool metal press against your leg.
“Deep breath yoi,” he said softly as he activated the plunger. You hissed and dug your fingers into his arm, the vaccines burning as they entered your body. “Shh, all done,” Marco cooed as you grimaced, rubbing your thigh even as pain was already fleeting. You crawled off his lap, thankful Marco let you without stopping you. You felt like you were either in his arms or on his lap the whole day prior, and you’d had enough.
“Can I have an energy drink?” you asked, stifling a yawn. You learned about them from your time on your former crew. There was nothing so energizing on Lafftale, the only beverage that was available was water and you once had a cup of juice during a surprisingly bountiful fruit crop one year. But none of it compared to energy drinks. They tasted how you imagined ship fuel did, bright and fizzy and helped you get through so many weeks without adequate sleep. You were already craving the pale white beverage, your mouth watering just thinking about it.
“No,” Marco said simply. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Marco was so goddamn irritating.
“May I please have an energy drink, Master?” you repeated, adding the honorific he cared so much about.
“No.” Your mouth dropped open in outrage.
“What? Why not?! I said it the way you like!” you asked, your arms akimbo.
“They’re not healthy for you,” Marco said with finality, crossing the room to the sanitization station. He cleaned the glass before picking up something metal off his work station desk.
“They’re not bad for me. I’ve had them loads of times before,” you rebutted. Sure, they weren’t great for you, but everyone in the universe drank them!
“No. You can have more water,” Marco said, returning to where you sat on the bed.
“That’s not right! You can’t just-” your words were cut off as Marco grabbed your jaw with one of his large hands.
“I can, and I will yoi. You are my responsibility, and I take it seriously. Humans drink water. Well behaved humans may get small amounts of other beverages from time to time. And do I need to remind you what happens to naughty humans?” he asked, his brow arching. Color drained from your face, you hadn’t forgotten what happened to you the day before.
“N-no,” you whispered, trying to break away from his gaze.
“Wonderful. So we’re agreed you’re getting water and only water. Would you care for some more?” he asked, motioning to the glass.
“No, thank you,” you replied, dropping your gaze. Marco had a way of both making you feel incredibly small and more livid than you ever had simultaneously. It was truly his talent.
“Give me your arm,” he commanded, opening his hand. You gave him a wary look but did as he asked and placed your forearm in his extended hand. The thin metal band of your clinical cuff clattered to the ground as Marco wordlessly snapped off the cuff that had been there since the day before. In his other hand, he had a small controller that looked somewhat similar to the one he wore on his forearm.
“Izou had the time to make this for you. You will thank him yoi,” Marco informed you as he gently shut the clasps and encased your lower arm down to your wrist. You had no desire to see Izou and no desire to thank him for the monitoring device. A small whirring told you it was locked on, like Marco had originally told Izou it would be. You turned your arm over, not really sure how to operate it.
“It is like mine, but has limited functions. It reports your clinical data back to me. It has a rudimentary messaging system. I can message you, but you cannot message me. It is connected to the data pad Haruta cleared for you, so you can access several topics of information as well as limited vids and amusements yoi,” Marco explained.
“Thatch brought you fresh food, you will eat now,” Marco informed you. You pressed your lips shut in an effort to keep from talking. You couldn’t take any more more authoritative command from this asshole without getting in trouble.
“I’m not really hungry right now,” you bit out, poking at the controller. You squinted as a screen opened up but you couldn’t read what it said before it blipped away. You were trying to reactivate it when Marco put his hand over your controller, turning it off.
“I didn’t ask if you were hungry yoi. I told you to eat,” Marco said in a cool tone, his hand now settling on the side of your neck as blue flames ignited along his arm. You shivered, Marco was not playing. He handed you the tray, opening it for you. Fuck, it was that weird slop again. You didn’t like wasting food, you’d eat it. But when Marco was in a better mood, you were going to ask for something different.
Reaching where Thatch showed you, you grabbed the multiut and began eating. You’d shoveled it down yesterday from hunger but damn it really wasn’t good. Marco stood next to you, watching you eat with crossed arms.
“You’re eating at a slower pace than before. Good job, Luna,” he praised you, patting your head. You didn’t tell him it was because you didn’t want to eat what was in front of you. You also didn’t tell him you wanted to stab him with the combo-utensil.
Marco left your side while you ate to work at his comp-station, giving you time to think to yourself. The Commanders had obviously been talking about you at that meeting yesterday but you had no idea what they were saying. It all sounded like gobbledy-gook to you, made up phrases that you didn’t understand. You tried to remember them but they were so non-sensical it was difficult. You remembered them saying “shoo flee,” “ooh be gah,” “nooboo,” and “whippna choba dog,” but that was about it. Maybe the controller Marco gave you would have a note keeping function and you could write them down there to try and decode later.
You paused in your eating, unable to choke down any more of the weird wet-dry slop. Setting the multiut back under the tray, you leaned back on the bed in thought. You needed to get out of the room if you wanted any chance of escape, but how would you trick Marco into letting you?
“Oh good, you’re already reclining. Lay all the way back yoi,” Marco said as he cleansed his hands in the sanitization station. The food in your stomach felt like wapolium as you parsed the meaning of his words.
“Wh-what? No- no, please,” you said, now sitting upright. “Please, Ma-Master. Please don’t-” you started begging, trying to stave off what you knew was coming. Marco had made no secret of what he wanted to do to you, you just hadn’t really mentally prepared. Marco came to sit next to you on the bed, his thumb caressing your cheek.
“I need to remove the disc inside you yoi. The controller takes care of those functions,” he said, still rubbing your face. Your lower lip wobbled against your will and your eyebrows hitched upwards. You felt your face heat as you imagined a rough mating from Marco. Would he take care of you after? Or just toss you to his brothers after he was done? Marco’s controller beeped softly.
“Why are you distressed? I already told you what I will be doing,” he asked.
“Y-you’re g’na - g’na-” you couldn’t even get the words out before your throat closed up.
“No. I told you the truth, I need to take the disc out. I’m not breeding you now yoi. I have to go to the infirmary, I don’t have time,” he said, almost reluctant. Your eyes squinted with tears as his callous words hit your heart. He was only giving you a reprieve because he didn’t have the time to enjoy assaulting you, not because he cared that it would hurt you.
“Would you like to take it out yourself?” Marco asked, tilting his head at you.
“What?” you sniffled, wiping your nose on your arm. Marco tsked at you, reaching for a cleaning square on the night stand. He gently wiped your arm and nose while answering.
“I can watch you take out the disc yourself, if you prefer,” Marco said, his voice deeper.
Marco POV
You were such a skittish little thing, he thought, always jumping from one emotional extreme to the other. You were lucky you had him as a Master, Marco was patient from his years as a physician. Other Masters might punish you for flipping through your moods as quickly as you did, but Marco didn’t mind. A human comfortable enough to express their feelings was a positive sign. Humans in a poor mental state stopped responding to stimuli, be they positive or negative.
Something you said was giving him pause though. This was the second time you referred to Eurt in the present tense. Based on what you said, Marco quickly pieced together that you believed Eurt still existed. Not only that, but that you would be able to travel there, perhaps even to sojourn there. He would have to find the right time and method to tell you that your home planet had been ravaged and torn apart for its resources many cycles prior. Not even the planet itself remained, it had been torn apart for its liquid iron core. There was nothing left of your world, everything taken by the Galactic Government and pirates alike.
Marco didn’t have the heart to tell you now, not when he’d have to leave so soon. You’d be devastated and would need a lot of time to process. He could relate, his own homeworld had been destroyed many galactic cycles previously. Only a few Phoenixes survived, Marco was one of the last of his kind. Which was partially why he had been so enamoured by humans in his youth, the possibility to extend his bloodline a wish he could only hope for until he met you.
He gathered that you were currently nervous he was going to mate you unprepared. That he would breed you was inevitable, but Marco would never harm you by not stimulating you to orgasm first. He had to leave and you couldn’t go with him - he didn’t want to risk exposing you to viruses from the recently traveling crew that you weren’t inoculated against. He had messaged Izou a few hours prior asking his brother to watch you for the hours Marco would be gone. You would not be pleased, but Marco felt the most comfortable leaving you with Izou. For that reason, offering to let you take out the disc was a small concession he didn’t mind making.
“I can watch you take out the disc if you prefer,” Marco said, his voice deeper. You watched him intently, trying to determine if he was lying. Marco waited until you nodded your head.
“Lie back. I need to see you extract it yoi,” Marco said, sitting by your legs on his bed. You slowly settled back on his bed with your knees bent under the blanket. You slipped an arm under the covers but Marco yanked them away, balling them up and throwing them across the bed. Your mouth gaped open but you didn’t directly challenge him.
“Like I said. I need to see you extract it,” Marco said, already feeling his cock stirring against his pants. You bit your lip but nodded again. Your small fingers moved slowly down your stomach until they reached your mound.
“You need to reach orgasm today anyway. Perhaps twice since you slept for so long. Let’s do that now, then take the disc out once you’re warmed up yoi,” Marco mused, tapping his cheek with his finger in thought. He really hadn’t been thinking about any diversions right now but he knew how to seize an opportunity when he saw one.
“N-no, I don’t-” you tried to close your legs, but Marco stuck his hand in between your knees, preventing them from fully closing. He gently pried them open with both hands, revealing more of your perfect little pussy to him. He’d seen it already of course, both live and on vid. Marco had actually just reviewed the video he took of your measurement taking, reviewing the dimensions and updating your documentation. And yes, he’d masturbated to it as well, your moans and quaking limbs getting him to come faster than he had in years. He knew the other Commanders likely used your footage for the same reason, but they weren’t the ones who got to feel your skin and touch your glistening core.
“Either you or I will be making you orgasm right now yoi. Decide or I will choose for you,” Marco said firmly, his hands resting on the inside of your knees. You bit your lip, trying to determine which you would prefer. Marco didn’t mind either way, he would enjoy watching you pleasure yourself or if he did it for you again. Your fingers shakily made their way down to your pussy as you turned your head away from him and shut your eyes tightly.
“No. Open your eyes,” Marco ordered, his fingers digging into your skin a little. His talons had grown back but he was mindful not to pierce you with them. Your eyes fluttered open, tracking his movements under half lidded eyes. He wondered what you were imagining before he made you open your eyes. Soon it would be thoughts and memories of your time with him.
“Y-you’ll let me do it, r-right? You’re not g’na-”
“Begin,” Marco commanded, the pad of his finger rubbing the inside of your knee. You reached down and spread your pussy lips with your fingers, bringing two of them to rub at your clit. Marco licked his lips, wishing it was his tongue instead as he remembered your tangy flavor. You took in a shaky breath, focusing on rubbing yourself a little faster. Your other hand was laying on the bed, your fingers gripping the mattress.
Soon you were rubbing at your clit quickly, your fingers making small circles against the hardening bud. Your breathing was faster and your back was arching, your beautiful breasts jiggling with every stroke. You dipped your fingers lower, using your minimal slick to aid your rubbing. But why weren’t you inserting your fingers in yourself? In some of the vids Marco had seen, human females put their fingers inside themselves for increased pleasure. You were moaning in almost the exact right way, but something wasn’t right. Your pupils weren’t dilated, and your clit wasn’t as engorged as he’d seen it previously.
“Use both hands,” Marco instructed, his hard cock pressing against the fabric of his dark blue pants. He pressed the heel of his palm against his cock, wanting to savor his next release until he was inside of you. You made a small noise, neither agreeing or disagreeing, and brought your small fingers to pluck at your nipple. You rolled the hardened bud between your fingers, spreading your legs wider as a small whimper left your lips. Your perfect cunt was glistening, practically crying for his cock. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss.
“Insert a finger,” Marco husked, watching you carefully.
“Don’t w-wanna, won’t help,” you stuttered, your fingers pinching your nipple harshly. Marco broke his concentration on your pussy to check his controller momentarily.
“I can tell yoi. You’re only reaching about 62% of the response needed from your hypothalamus. You won’t reach orgasm this way,” Marco nodded, in complete agreement.
“Wh-what are you talking about?” you asked, your fingers stopping their movement. Your eyes were wide in fear, darting around as your breathed rapidly. Marco tapped his controller, bringing up a screen. He simplified it so it was just numbers since you couldn’t read well yet.
“The controller you have monitors more data and organic outputs than the disc and cuff combined. It allows me to track how close you are to orgasm. And I agree with you, what you’re doing won’t help yoi,” Marco said, closing the screen. Your face paled and your mouth hung open, your eyes blinking rapidly. Marco pinched your cheek.
“You thought I was going to allow you to use your human tricks? I know human females can fake orgasm fairly realistically,” Marco said, patting your cheek softly. Your eyes filled with tears, your mood rapidly shifting again. He was right, you would need two orgasms today to help begin regulating your mood. One would be now, one would be after he returned to you. You were breathing shallowly, your orgasm percentage dropping by the second.
“It’s alright. You would never try to deceive me, right? You were just nervous, shy perhaps. But don’t worry, I’ll always help you yoi,” he said, his eyes flashing. Marco reached over for a small cylinder on the bedside table, something he didn’t think he would need for some time. Opening the cap, he carefully extracted the organism inside and closed his fingers around it.
“Spread your legs,” Marco commanded. You clamped them together, the exact opposite of what he’d asked. Marco sighed, but secretly he didn’t mind too much. He enjoyed correcting your behavior. Perhaps you’d never fully be tamed, and he’d get to punish you endlessly.
“Open your legs or I’ll get the spreader bar. You would prefer the former, I assure you yoi,” Marco said dryly. He did want to use it on you eventually, but if he could avoid doing so right now it would probably be best. You spread your legs a degree wider hesitantly. Marco wedged his body in between your thighs, gently removing your hand from between your folds and setting it on your soft stomach. Using one of his own hands, he spread your lower lips and brought his closed hand closer to your cunt.
“Wh-what is that? Wh-” you stammered before Marco opened his hand. Inside, there was a small pappag, the bright orange organism already sticking its suckered limbs out in anticipation of a thin skinned, warm blooded mammal. It was about the size of your thumb and pulsating. You tried shimmying away but Marco held you in place, eager to see the pappag on you. Marco had grabbed it on a whim from the lab and was pleased that he did.
Pappags were a great tool to use to bring female humans to orgasm without direct intervention or as a means of overstimulation. Marco happened to have found one a few worlds ago, buying the five limbed creature more out of curiosity than need. Now he was glad to have found it, the small creature perfect for making you come quickly.
“N-no, please, Master, p-please, please!” you begged. Marco ignored your cries as Marco brought the pappag close to your clit, the organism practically leaping from his hand to yours. It preferred to suck on hairless, smooth, thin skin, not the tough hide of his arms and hands - and he would detach it before it attached too firmly. Marco placed the central part of its body directly over your clit, the little limbs reaching to attach. Your thighs clamped against his shoulders but you didn’t have the strength to move him.
“Take it offffff NNHHnnh hah hah p-please n-hah NO nehhhh! ~aaaah~!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Marco watched you writhe in front of him. Your fingers madly scrambled to remove the creature, but Marco easily caught your wrists in one of his hands. Checking his controller, Marco saw you were already at 85%, with the pleasure percent rising rapidly. Your legs were trembling, your face was flushed, your eyes were shut tightly, and your head was thrashing against the bed. This is what he had been expecting, not the lackluckster performance you’d given him. The pappag was much more effective than he had expected, he would have to use it again at another point in time.
“S’too much s’too much!! I’m g’na - nhhhhh fuck fuck nnnhhhh aaaAAAhh g’na no no N-COME!” you screamed. The mindless pappag paid no heed to you, sucking at your clit as your back arched off the bed, your cries bouncing off the cold metal walls. Your little feet were scraping on the bed as your muscles tensed. Your motions were wild, gyrating and thrusting as the pappag took you over the edge. He wished he had recorded this too, this particular experience would run in a loop in his memory for a long time.
Marco didn’t need his meter to show you were in the throes of an orgasm, your lithe, supply body constricting as you cried. You were trying to come down from your high, but the pappag kept going, uncaring that you were over sensitive. Now you were trying to dislodge it in earnest, your weakened limbs jolting as it kept sucking at you.
“P-ple-please NO nnnnh not more hah hah- n-n-no-” your breaths were ragged as tears ran down your face.
“Shh. We’re done yoi,” Marco confirmed. Using the talon on his thumb, Marco carefully pried the pappag off of you. Its limbs flailed as wildly as yours had moments prior, trying to get back to your pretty cunt. Marco could relate, but pushed the creature back into its tube and set it on the table. He’d feed it later, this little friend was here to stay. You took in a shaky sob as Marco turned back to you.
“I’m taking the disc out. Nothing more,” Marco said as he pushed a thick finger into you without warning. You tilted your pelvis and whined, but Marco quickly retrieved the disc and pulled his finger back out.
Marco pressed his lips to your inner thigh in a kiss, making your legs jolt. Marco took a look at the disc to make sure it hadn’t degraded before he disposed of it quickly. Marco checked his watch, he was running late for his own clinic. He kissed your exposed neck before pressing the disc on your back. You shivered as the textile covered up your delectable little body once more but remained prone on the bed, you miniscule amount of endurance already used up. He watched you catch your breath and collect yourself, some of your hair sticking to your forehead. What a lovely sight you made when he wrecked you.
“Aren’t you gonna - sh-shouldn’t I clean up?” you asked as the suit clothed your core, trying to catch your breath. Marco really wanted to lick you clean, and he would do that – and more– but later.
“No, sit in your mess. It will remind you to be good in my absence,” Marco stated as the suit completely covered you. You rubbed your legs together, grimacing as you thought about his words.
“Your absence? Where are you going?” you asked, threading your small fingers together in worry. He smiled to himself – were you missing his steady presence already? He had been right to appoint himself your Master, you were already close to forming a bond with him. Looking at your bare fingernails as you pressed your hands together, Marco wondered if you enjoyed painting them as well as your toes. Maybe that was a non sexual reward he could offer you for good behavior. He’d have to talk with Fossa and see what the ship had in stock.
“I have to go to the infirmary for a few hours yoi. I am leaving you in the care of another Commander, but I trust he can keep you safe. You will behave,” Marco replied, reaching for you once more for a final caress before he left. You shrank back, but Marco pressed his mouth to your neck, licking your racing pulse. His controller informed him your pleasure percentage was on the rise again. Interesting.
“Which Commander? Thatch?” you asked, scanning his face, your eyes wide.
A thrifted necklace could say so much despite being so little. | Rielle Corallia | gender neutral
Prince Rielle is someone that you wouldn't mind being stranded on a lone island with. Prince Rielle is someone that you would call when you're bored and want to go out. In fact, Prince Rielle is someone that you want to be around. Prince Rielle is someone you like- even if you just met him 2 days ago- and now, you've known him for 3.
Just like placing two magnets close together, you and the young prince have clicked immediately. For the past 2 days, you found yourself at night grinning stupidly at your phone as it buzzes with a notification. If your day was a painting, you find that the young prince was a complementary stroke of vibrant color that adds depth to the painting.
In fact, life at the moment is akin to a landscape painting made by an artisan during the Romantic Period. A beautiful Sunday morning: the sky was a refreshing light sky blue, and there was a gentle, cold breeze that kissed the skin delicately. The trees- embedded and scattered around the concrete architecture of the Isle of Sage- it cuts through the grey and beige with their different hues of green.
In the heart of the inter-school competition was a bazaar: a mishmash of tents and stalls selling a galore of clothes, foods, and other trinkets; certainly something that both you and the young prince can waste time on leisurely.
It was a spur-of-the-moment idea from you, seeing the innate curiosity that the young prince held. It was the type of curiosity that you may find a kid may possess- yet it wasn't immature, you found yourself fond of it rather than annoyed. A curiosity that was infectious- and you were the lucky one to be caught with it.
"Ohh, bub loook!" The young prince dragged you towards a makeshift stall, arms linked.
Sonderwall thrifts- the cardboard sign in front of the stall says. Inside were racks that hung various shirts, dresses, pants, skirts, and the like. But what Rielle was more drawn to was at the back of the stall. There, a wall that houses a multitude of necklaces that were as unique as the next ones, untrimmed rope on the accessory shows the unique fact that it was hand-made. Dangling on the necklace was an opaque orb, almost pearl-like, that pulsated a different color.
With arms still interlinked, the young Prince guided you to the wall of necklaces. "We have these back home, too!" Rielle pointed out, one arm reaching out and prodding the necklace while the other was still interlinked snuggly with yours.
"Mhm, same here," You said. leaning forward to look at the necklace in detail. "On a school trip to the beach to do some community clean-up, my friend bought me one, but instead of this, it was of a shark tooth."
To that, Rielle stilled for a bit, "Reallyy?"
Realizing what you just said, to a merman no less, you giggled nervously, "Ohh, no, no, no, it was fake," you explained, to which he relaxed a bit.
Though you wondered what he would be like if teased, "...I think," you added with a smile.
The young prince puffed his cheeks and let go of your interlinked arms. "You're scary," he remarked lightly, not a hint of seriousness in his voice.
You laughed as the two of you parted ways and went on to look around the thrift store. He gravitated towards the accessories, and you were on the shirts and pants.
To your benefit, the stall was great, it was reasonably priced for the good quality stuff; a good mix of graphic tees, formal wear, and funky pants with all the studs, rips, and embroidery that could satisfy anybody's aesthetics.
Though you landed your interests on a particularly cute one- well, it was ugly, kitschy. A rainbow vomit of an island and a flounder fish springing up from the ocean to the sky with two dolphins on the sides of the fish.
Tacking it off the rack, you admired it up close.
Curious, the young prince walked towards you, and from behind you, he spoke, "Ohh! Uhm, cute," almost not convinced himself that it was as cute as he said it was.
Rolling your eyes, you chuckled, "C'mon, I think it's pretty."
"Sure, bub, " He replied sarcastically, moving to go towards the checkout, and you followed behind.
As you were looking around your bag to look for your wallet, you felt a hand take the t-shirt you were holding. Looking up to see that the bubbly prince had it in his. "Bub, you can go and wait outside, I'll pay for these!" He explained.
"Oh no no that's fine, Rielle, I have some money," You answered, almost offended- you were in need, yes, but not rock bottom. It was also awkward for you, considering the dynamics between you and the prince; you didn't want people to assume that the dynamics between the two of you were that you were leeching off his money or status. Damn, rich people.
"I swear! It's part of my culture, to uhm" he tries to explain again, yet he seems to falter, hesitant and almost embarrassed to explain further. "Culture where we have to treat, uhm, a friend at least once!"
Stunned but still amused, you looked at him for a second, mouth slightly ajar with the corners turned upward, almost a smile. Deciding that having the people behind you wait and see your banter with the prince was not worth it, you followed what the Prince had said and went outside and let him pay for your shirt and his items.
Though you weren't entirely content with letting him pay for your shirt, you eyed around the area until you found exactly what you were looking for.
Something weird, cool, something he’d like.
“Ahhh this is really for me bub?” Rielle exclaimed, eyes akin to saucers— wonder taking space. In his hand was a cup of ice cream.
Well, ice cream if it was drowsed in some liquid having it be in flames without melting the actual ice cream. “Yup! Now we’re even, kinda” You explained, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly, no cup in your hands.
Turns out wacky ice cream was a little pricey.
He made a little excited noise as he took a bite, a short burst of fire shot out of the prince’s mouth catching the tips of a passerby’s hair on fire, catching you and the young mer-prince off-guard.
As quickly as the both of you got caught off-guard, you two bursted out laughing– Prince Rielle having a little bit of smoke coming out of his mouth as he laughed. “What the” You exclaimed
“That was so cool!” The young prince exclaimed as he was still overcome by giggles, walking like he was tipsy, leaning onto you, grasping your wrist for balance, and you, well, you were just happy to be there.
Wacky ice cream is fun.
By the time the laughter stopped, you and the young prince had found a nice spot to sit on: a bench overlooking the shoreline of the island.
As the both of you sat down, resting the muscles in your abdomens that were cramped from all that laughing, you rest your head on the bench’s back as Rielle continued on eating his ice cream, though you noticed something. You quickly looked through your bag for a claw clip that resembled a lily that you had.
“Rielle, do you mind?” You asked, the claw clip now in hand, as you scooted closer to the young prince, gathering his hair in your hand.
He shook his head no, looking at what you’re doing with his ever curious eyes. Though his eyes shifted from curious to awe as he realized what you were doing— you were clipping his hair so it wouldn’t be dirtied by the ice cream he was eating.
“Thank you so much bub!” His eyes formed crescents as he smiled, leaning towards you as he rests his head on your shoulder.
“Having fun?” You asked as you just stare into the shoreline ahead of you.
“Mhm!”
And with that, you were content.
Reaching for something in your bag with a sort of subtlety to not give out the impression that you were trying to shoo the young prince from your shoulder, you pulled out a digital camera that the headmaster had given you few months back.
And as subtle as you were truing to get the camera, you snapped a picture of the young prince on your shoulder.
He looked pretty.
For a good minute, you and the young prince just sat down — paperbag with the thrifted items on the floor, his head on your shoulder, your head leaning on his head: both of you just scrolling on your phones, at times the silence would be broken when he shows you something cute or funny on his phone.
Then a notification popped up on yours.
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Magicam
Ace to Deckheads:
Yoh! Kalim just lost our bet
Free dinner at 6 :p
Deuce to Deckheads:
Be here at Scarabia by 6, or Grim will eat everything
Ace to Deckheads:
Or Deuce
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Chuckling, you hearted their messages making sure to not leave them on seen.
“Hey Rielle, I might have to go by 5 because I’m having dinner with some friends by 6” You informed the young prince, who lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you with a pout.
“Really bub?”
"Yeah, unfortunately," You chuckled at his pout. “You act like we don’t chat, like, a lot.”
To that, he just shrugs, “Well- It’s almost 5, bub, let me walk you to the bus stop.”
By the time you and the young prince arrived at the bus stop, both of your arms were interlinked again.
“Where should we go tomorrow?” He asked already planning on the next hang out.
“Hm, I don’t know— I’ll be a bit busy tomorrow because I have an essay to do but I’ll try, I’ll probably be free on the evening”
“Oh! I can just go to you then” He suggested
“I’m not sure how that’ll work—“ Before you could finish your sentence, the bus had already arrived, and based on experience, the conductor asked like a cat on hot bricks, so you made haste. “Well, let’s just chat later.”
He pouted slightly, giving me the paperbag that had the shirt that we have thrifted “Well, See ya bub! Chat me when you get home safely!”
As you were moving closer and closer to the bus, you heard Rielle try to catch up to you, “Bub! Your hair clip!”
Turning around, you replied, “You can keep it!”
And before the young Prince could ever oppose, the bus closed its doors and started off.
It was already evening, the following day— classes went by like a blur, and now you find yourself sitting on one of the Monstro Lounge’s tables, for once a customer and not a part timer. An essay, Iced coffee that was already 3/4 empty, a half-eaten pastry in front of you, and a bored mer-eel next to you.
“-And then turns out, the Ice cream had some magic in it, and he started breathing fire,” You recalled to Floyd, despite being focused on the essay you were currently drafting.
The eel chuckled “You should buy me some too, I wanna breathe fire too!”
“Yeah so Azul could kill me because you would’ve accidentally burnt the whole lounge down”
“Nuh uhh I wouldn’t! But that would be fun too, and I could blame ya for it!” Floyd defended.
Though the topic of fire-breathing ice cream was short-lived, he noticed the necklace that you were wearing.
You were elated when you got back to Ramshackle, and upon opening the paper back to wash the thrifted shirt, you realized there was an extra item in the bag— a necklace.
A pearl-like orb that pulsated between a pastel yellow and a pastel red, though during the night it briefly showed a dull blue. Tied intricately into the necklace made out of black twine. And for this evening, it showed a brighter yellow.
“Is it always yellow?” Floyd asks, squinting at the pearl.
“Nah, it switches between red, but last night it was blue,” You explained, still focused on your essay, missing the way Floyd was slowly but surely connecting the dots in his head.
“And this was given to you by that little prince, right?”
“Yup,” You missed the way that Floyd’s eyes just lit up, and a toothy smile emerged from his face.
“Oi Jade! Isn’t this the same necklace that the little fishie that liked you gave back home?”
Confused by what Floyd was getting at, you looked in the direction where Jade was, anticipating an answer, though Jade never really got around to answering as he was preoccupied with greeting a new guest.
Red hair had always been easy to make out in a sea of people.
— Rielle’s term of endearment is bub, because I said so! Hopefully, this is cute, because I have a very warped sense of what is cute and romantic and what is just being nice lol, either way you can interpret this as either :P
In honor of messy bitch Tim who deserves a maneater era after his womanizer era in the 90s. Here is a fic concept:
Bernard wants to get engaged young. 22-23. The minute he’s done with school he wants that ring on Tim’s finger.
Tim — allergic to commitment outside of the cape — is like “nope!” And it’s their biggest fight. It actually ends with them taking a six month “break” which Tim reads as a “break up” and proceeds to enjoy a voluminous ho phase, slipping in and out of the clubs of Gotham and Metropolis with Kon, Bart, and Dick as friends/guides.
It’s during this time period that Tim starts sleeps with Kon. They might have experimented when they were younger (no homo was said at some point because that closet was made of glass). A part of Tim, the part that has been in love with this boy even if he hadn’t had the language for it just yet, wants to cling to Kon with all the spite and terror of a bat. But the other part, the same part that ran away from Bernard, knows he won’t be satisfied if he ties himself to Kon just yet. There’s so much more to explore, to experience. He’s a researcher at heart after all. A scientist and an archeologist. He wants to experiment.
And Kon… Kon wants. And if this is how Tim will have him, he’ll enjoy it. He’s a “life is for living” kind of guy. If it becomes something more, Kon would be delighted. But he’s lasted this long as one of Tim’s best friends by meeting him where he’s at. And it’s fun. The sex and the partying and experimenting. Tim and Kon make it fun.
(Dick is happy to be Tim’s guru on all things safe, sane, and consensual. Honestly, Tim’s crisis of the week is small potatoes compared to most of the family DRAMA Dick deals with.)
And then Bernard comes back into the picture. After six months of licking his wounds and realizing he’d rather have a part of Tim instead of nothing at all, asks for another chance. He even suggests keeping an open relationship, as long as Tim doesn’t say “I love you” to anyone else and agrees to a date a week. Bernard can live with it. He’s not… thrilled, exactly. It’s not his first choice but he’d take some of Tim instead of none.
Tim introduces Bernard to Kon three months after settling into the new arrangement. They hadn’t met before then because Tim had no way to explain their connection out of the capes. Now Tim can say, “Bernard, this is my most frequent partner, Kon. He’s been my best friend since I was 14.”
