#modo x reader

The Thorns marketing team released plushies of some of the players, and among them was one of Modo. When you first saw the concept art of the plushie, both of you loved it so much that he even ordered one in advance.

When it finally arrived...oh boy.

Let’s just say it looked quite different from the picture.

And when Modo saw it, he hated it.

“Hissss”

“Aww, come on, Modo, it’s not that bad” you said, trying to contain your laughter.

“That thing is ugly. They made Modo look nasty!” he growled.

He absolutely despised it. Now he was clinging to the ceiling, hissing at the plushie in your hands.

“Hey, honestly, you can barely tell the difference between the two of you,” you teased, hugging the plushie. “Look, it even has your nose piercing.”

“Modo doesn’t look anything like that” he added.

”Well, since you don’t want it... Can I keep it?”

“Grrrr... No! Why would you want that cheap copy of Modo when you already have the original?” he snapped.

“Aww, come on. He’s too cute to throw away” you said, giving him puppy eyes. “Pretty please?”

“Mmmm... fine. But keep that nasty thing away from Modo.”

You nodded enthusiastically and walked into your shared room, placing it beside the other plushies you already owned.

The next day, Modo walked into the living room after training late with the team, only to find you watching a movie with the plushie comfortably sitting on your lap, wrapped in the same blanket as you.

“That thing is stealing my spot,” he said, clearly annoyed, his tail flicking behind him as if the plushie itself had personally offended him.

“Oh, sorry. You were late, and I missed you,” you said, pausing the movie and setting the plushie aside before opening your arms for your grumpy boyfriend.

He accepted immediately.

What you didn’t notice was the way he glared at the innocent plushie resting on the couch, its stitched smile almost mocking him, or at least that’s how Modo felt about it.

You could hear him growling softly, so you scratched under his chin to help him relax.

A few days later, Modo had to leave Vineland for a game. Just three days away, but this time you couldn’t go with him because of your work.

By the second day, you missed him more than you expected.

So you recreated some of the activities you usually did together, with the plushie. You took some silly pictures and uploaded them to your socials, thinking it would be a cute surprise for him.

Later that night, he messaged you, and you definitely hadn’t expected his reaction.

“Now you’re taking pictures with fake Modo?” he wrote.

You could almost feel the anger and sadness behind the words.

“I just wanted to take some silly pictures to show the plushie to my friends” you replied.

“That thing doesn’t even look like me” he answered “Why would you want pictures of that thing instead of me?”

“I thought you would like it :(” you replied

A long pause followed.

The seen notification appeared almost immediately... but no reply came.

You frowned at your phone, wondering if you had upset him more than you realized.

A few seconds later, your screen lit up with an incoming video call from Modo.

You blinked in surprise before answering.

The camera opened to show him sitting in his hotel room, still wearing his uniform. His arms were crossed, his tail slowly flicking behind him.

“Hi...” you greeted softly.

He didn’t reply at first. His eyes moved across the screen, silently observing your surroundings.

Then his expression darkened.

You were lying comfortably in bed, wrapped in blankets and hugging the plushie against your chest.

“You’ve got to be kidding me” he said clearly annoyed.

You blinked, confused. “What?”

“You are literally cuddling it” he shot back immediately. “I leave for two days and fake Modo is sleeping with you. First the movies, then the pictures and now this.”

You couldn’t stop a small laugh. It was hilarious for you to see him get mad for a plushie of him.

“It’s not funny” he huffed.

You adjusted yourself against the pillows, your phone resting beside you.

“I miss you,” you said softly. “I only do those things because everything feels weird without you here. Think of it as my temporary emotional-support Modo plushie.”

You grabbed the plushie’s hand and waved it at the camera as if it were saying hello.

Silence followed.

Then a quiet huff.

“I don’t like something else taking my place” he admitted, his voice softer now, though the sadness behind his words was impossible to miss.

Your heart squeezed.

“No one could” you said gently.

That seemed to calm him a little.

The two of you kept talking until sleep slowly claimed you both.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual.

If Modo was going to be jealous of a plushie, then you needed a solution, and it had to be finished before he came back.

Your living room slowly turned into a battlefield of fabric scraps, threads, patterns, and half-finished attempts. You weren’t exactly good at sewing, but you were determined.

You spent hours trying to make it look right.

Or at least... recognizable.

By the afternoon, your fingers hurt, they were decorated with tiny needle pricks.

But finally, you finished it.

“Okay” you whispered, exhausted but proud.

It wasn’t perfect.

Actually... it was even uglier than the Modo plushie.

You carefully placed it beside the original on the dining table before stretching your sore arms. You only meant to rest for a moment, just a small nap on the couch before cleaning everything.

Modo returned earlier than expected that night.

The apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

He frowned slightly as he stepped inside, his tail swaying behind him.

“____?” He called your name, but no answer.

His eyes immediately landed on the dining table.

The plushie.

That ugly plushie.

His expression darkened.

“So you’re still here” he growled, already reaching for it, claws extending as his mouth opened, ready to shred it apart.

But then he noticed something else.

Next to it sat another plushie.

He picked it up.

Crooked stitches.

Uneven fabric.

“Is this...?”

He froze.

His gaze slowly moved across the living room, fabric scraps, threads, patterns, and needles scattered everywhere.

And then he saw you, asleep on the couch, band-aids covering your fingers.

When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was warmth.

You weren’t on the couch anymore.

Instead, soft blankets surrounded you in your shared bed, surrounded by a familiar warmth, strong arms wrapped around you.

You blinked slowly.

It was Modo.

Relief flooded through your chest.

Then you noticed something else.

Between the two of you were the plushies.

Both of them.

The ugly Modo plushie was squeezed between his arm and your chest.

Beside it, the handmade version of you rested carefully under his chin, as if he had fallen asleep protecting them.

You stayed still for a moment, smiling.

Maybe… just maybe…

Plushie Modo had finally earned his place.

"I know it sounds difficult for you” You began, having your arms folded and casually leaning against the door frame, “but I just want to challenge you on how long you could stand for yourself."

Modo took several blinks, his tongue poking out.

“So! The rules are, no touching, no hugging, no tapping, no poking, no kissing, no licking and especially no biting." You claimed over the rules while Modo didn't like one bit of this.

Modo just stared at you in disbelief, like he was hoping you were joking. 

“You’re kidding.. Right?” 

“Oh, I’m not kidding.” You pushed yourself off the doorframe, with a grin plastered on your face.

"Aww, but Modo likes doing that stuff." He whines dramatically, his shoulders slumping forward. His tail now flat on the ground like it was accepting defeat. 

Your ear flicked at the sight and you smirked, thoroughly enjoying every part of this already. "Now let's see if you can last 24 hours aye?" 

You then began to turn around, about to leave the room but paused mid step and looked back, "Oh! And if you last at least 24 hours, then you can have me all you want." You added sweetly, almost innocently.

The air slightly shifted after that comment.

You could hear him give a low rumble that went through his chest to his throat. His tail flicked quickly, the competitive spark in his eyes told you that he was willing to step in this challenge. 

"See ya later, big guy." You waved behind you lazily as you now walked away, a grin still spreading along your lips. 

You highly doubted he is going to last long. Maybe an hour, or two at most.

25 minutes had already passed and Modo was already struggling.

You decided to join in and watch him train, that made it even impossible for him to focus. His shooting was off, his passing skills too long or too quick without any warning. 

While you were just chilling on a chair, one leg on top of the other as you scrolled on your phone through social media while Modo twitched every second. 

He definitely noticed you once you set foot into the empty court. 

Every moment you took or stretched, his eyes flicking over to you every now and then.

You could sense and feel his quick glances and you were practically enjoying every single second of it.

The twitch of his tail.

His tongue constantly poked out of his mouth when he was trying to concentrate. 

Adjusting his jersey like he was trying to gain your attention to him and away from your phone.

His eyes shifted to you.

Then back then to you again.

You tried your hardest not to smile as much or laugh, so you giggled behind your hand as you continued scrolling through your phone.

An hour of training has passed and you admitted that you were impressed that Modo hasn’t already cracked yet. 

He was doing well for this no touching game you decided to play. Training has finally finished so everyone went their own separate ways. 

Saying goodbyes as you blew a kiss towards Modo and made your way out. You could hear him whine once again which caused you to giggle. You loved teasing him, seeing him react this way.

Normally he would’ve chased you down and scooped you up without any hesitation. But he stood frozen in place, his clawed hands into a fists like he was resisting the urge to come after you.

2 hours passed quickly. 

You were casually laying on your couch, tapping away on your phone before sending Modo a message.

‘How’s my Icon doing? :)’ You teasingly text with a little smiley face at the end of the text.

‘Modo is handling it pretty well.’ He replies back, you knew that wasn’t true.

‘So the twitching and constant staring here and there to me is “handling it pretty well” god you’re so cute ;)’ You texted him with a winky face this time. 

A moment of silence followed.

Then the read notification has now popped up under your text meaning that Modo didn’t know what to say back.

Then three dots faded in and out, then disappeared, then came back, it took him a couple more seconds until a text appeared on your screen.

‘You’re going to regret doing this game, Modo will show you.’

That sent chills, your fur spiking up then relaxing. You had no idea how to text back to that but you were bold enough to text him back.

Oh? 

You weren’t expecting that response. 

Still you refused to back down as you sent him a 'sweet' message back.

‘I'd like to see you try, big guy. ;)’ 

3 hours that turned into 4 hours then 5.

You were chilling in your little room in your apartment in Vineland. You wondered what Modo was doing at this time. 

Music playing in the background as you groomed your fur with your brush.

Walking around. Your room was dimly lit with LED lights that hung on the roof corners. Your bed is filled with plushies including your boyfriend's plushie design.

You scrolled through your phone with a skincare mask on your face as you waited and waited.

After 10 to 20 minutes of waiting, you finally peeled off your mask and rubbed the remaining access on your face. 

Now you are finally resting on your bed, curling up into the soft and warm blankets as you texted Modo.

‘See you tomorrow, good luck for the next 17 hours :3 You’re going to need it, oh and good luck for the game tomorrow. Goodnight <3’ 

Sent. 

You smiled to yourself and quickly fell asleep, hugging your Modo plush against your chest. 

8 hours of sleep went by, you were woken up by your alarm. 

Quickly you slapped and snatched your phone off the bed side table and turned it off. Your lockscreen appears with a text.

‘Goodnight :V’ 

That was sent around 2:03am.

Your eyes softened.

He stayed up that late?

It was now 5:00am that showed on your phone. 

Sending a love heart to his text as you started to get ready for the day.

He's only got 9 more hours to go. 

You couldn’t help but feel the little pride that warmed your chest, your tail lazily swaying behind you as you got ready for the game. 

Though you weren’t going to make it easy for him these last few hours that he has.

You picked out a simple but flattering outfit. Nothing too flattering, just one that would gain his attention from afar. And to make things a little difficult for him, you wore the black and silver collar he gave you a few days ago.

He’s so going to crack.

You finally arrive at the greenhouse, hearing the squeaking of shoes and shooting of the basketballs. The place was already buzzing.

You could feel the early morning air through your fur as you made your way to the bench. Modo was simply talking to his team about strategies and plays for this game season, then he immediately noticed you a few feet away from him.

His tail twitched and tried to focus back on his team. 

You pretend not to notice that sudden twitch as you pull out your phone to occupy yourself for the time being. Looking back up to see him still looking over to you, giving him a sweet and innocent wave.

After the team finished, they began to train with their shooting. 

Modo just stood nearby.

“Morning, Big guy” Your voice sickeningly sweet, your arms now laying behind on the back chair, your phone still in hand. 

You could see Modo swallow. “Morning.” That's all he said back, his voice a little more rougher than his usual happy voice.

You hummed, getting up from the seat. You walked right past him, close enough that your shoulder almost brushed his. 

Key word. Almost.

He tensed up a little, he was grounding himself. You could practically see the thought running through his head right now.

No touching.

No hugging. 

No tapping.

No poking.

No kissing.

No licking.

And No biting.

You looked closer to him, just enough that he could smell your heaven scent. “You look tired.” 

“I’m fine.”

“Mhm, Sure you are.” You smiled, backing off for now. Now it was time for the game. You mostly stayed nearby, occasionally stretching your arms up, maybe fixing your tail and just glancing his way to see him snap his eyes somewhere else like he had been already caught staring. 

Before the game, you dropped your water bottle and landed right near his feet. He looked down. 

“Could you pass that back to me?” You smiled, wondering if he would take the bait, so he bent down and picked it up but instead of handing it to you directly, he placed it on the space next to you on the bench.

No contact needed. 

You stared at him and smiled. “Thank you~” You sang a thank you as you picked it up and took a sip out of it. 

A low rumble was heard again, ‘Don’t’ he warned. That only made you smile bigger. “Good luck~” You teased as you placed your hands behind your head, enjoying it even more now.

The hours went by. 

Then the game finally started at hour three. The game goes at least 2 hours maximum. The crowd roared and cheered. Thudding of feet against the concrete, munching of food and you just kept an eye on Modo the entire time.

The final buzzer rang through the greenhouse, everyone cheering at the Thorns winning the game against the Shadows. Everyone cheered, even the Thorns jumping on their feet. You cheered for them, running to them as you sent you your congrats on winning.

Everyone stayed back, while the crowd disappeared one by one, leaving just you and the team to celebrate.

It felt like you totally forgot about the game thing.

20 minutes left.

You decided to finally go home, nodding Modo over as you both leave, saying your goodbyes as you walked side by side.

‘Good game out there.’ You praised him. 

‘Modo agrees.’ He replies back, his voice sounding excited. A 10 minute walk back to your house, trying to get past the people to the subway. Luckily the train made it just on time when you both arrived. 

It only took a couple minutes until you two got off, your apartment just around the corner. The silence of the neighbourhood and the light rain coming down. You opened the door.

Tossing your keys over to the kitchen bench, then looking over to your little microwave, showing that it has been exactly 24 hours. Your heart started to beat quite quickly.

Looking over to Modo, seeing him relaxing on the couch. Maybe he forgot, shrugging it off as you took off your shoes and tried to pass the couch, not until his tail stopped you in your path.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He softly growls. 

Oh. 

Oh no.

“Uh.. to my.. Room?” You spoke, your tail swaying behind you and your ear flicking from time to time. Then you gave out a squeal as Modo scooped you up, now placed on his shoulder.

“Modo!” You squeaked in surprise.

“It has been 24 hours, Modo now wants his prize.” He grinned wickedly, his tongue licking. “Whatever.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Do whatever you want. I’m all yours for today.” He purred, your tail slightly brushing his face as a teasing gesture.

"Pfft Modo, you're tickling me!" You giggled. Your back laying against your soft sheets, plushies laying now on the ground and Modo on top of you. His tongue licking every bit of your neck as you laughed.

Squirming and wiggling around.

"Stay still, Modo wants to taste every inch of you after not touching you for 24 hours" He gives a low growl, making you stop from wiggling around to completely still.

Your ears now flattened against your head as you bit your lip, not trying to make any noise that would embarrass you any further.

Modo then took a little nipple up at your ear as you let out a little whimper. "Quit it, my ears are sensitive.."

"Oh I know." Modo chuckled, his hand making his way to touch your ear. "You're sensitive all over." He teases as you let out a groan.

"Your foxes are very soft"

"That's because we take care of our fur." You blurted out, looking at him with a deadpanned face. Modo nods, his claws running through your fur.

You started letting out a purring sound, more like a murr sound. A thumping noise from your tail thumping against your own bed. Looks like he found your sweet spot.

"Careful with your claws.." You softly whispered, you knew he wasn't going to purposefully scratch you on purpose.

"I will" His voice lower than before, a deep rumble coming through him like vibration as he was focused on you and your pleasure. Almost like he was purring but deeper.

"Let me take my clothes off real quick." You suddenly spoke, Modo got the memo as you sat up while you took your shirt and pants. Keeping only the collar you had still on.

"Sneaky fox.." He growls lowly, crawling back to you, his tail swaying behind him like he was catching prey.

"You want it back?" You chuckled, "I like it" He says with a cheeky smile on his face. His hand gently pushing you back down to lay your back on the bed.

You noticed his tongue poking out, meaning that he was excited. His hand was already trailing down, slow and teasing.

"Easy big guy.." You told in a breathless moan, his hand was now placed in between your thighs.

His rumbling became louder than before, taking it as a sign of being satisfied.

You let out a groan, reaching your arms over your eyes, your tail constantly thumping against the bed as you let out little whines. Modo set a slow pace at first, being careful of his claw while putting pressure.

His tail now lies over your legs to stop it from squirming too much. His tail was huge and heavy enough to keep your legs in place. Now you were pinned completely.

"Feels good?" He questions, his eyes focusing on your reactions. You only let out a hum mixed with a whine that came through your throat. Modo continued the pace, glancing back at you from time to time to see if you had any discomfort.

A couple minutes and you were feeling closer. Your ears perked. "I'm close.." You gasped, trying to reach for his arm but was pinned down. "Modo..." You whined out his name.

Your fur is stuck up, tingles running through your body as you prepared yourself.

Groaning out as you finally relaxed, your body taking one more shiver as you shook your head, arm back on your eyes. Trying to catch your breath.

"Did Modo do good?" Modo then asked making you laugh softly.

"Yes you did good." You breathlessly spoke back, smiling up at him. "I didn't hurt you?"

"No, You didn't hurt me." You replied.

Modo quickly grabbed an un-used towel and clean you up to the best of his ability. Putting your comfy clothes back on, laying back down on the bed and looking at Modo.

You reached your arms up, asking him for a hug which he gladly accepted. Diving himself onto you, now laying beside you. Rumbles mixed with purrs filled the room.

You gave his chin a little scratch, his rumbling becoming louder, almost shaking the bed.

After a couple of minutes of gossiping with each of you, you began to feel sleepy. Your eyes are opening and closing until you fully close them. Your purring was still heard with Modo's rumbling noises.

Modo stayed where he was, looking around the room then spotting something on the ground to see him as a plushie.

A growl struck his throat, a little hiss to. His tail flicked the plushie away further than went to cuddling you. His growling quickly turning into his rumbles again.

No one's taking your girl Modo.

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I do myself dabble in a bit of art. Anyway, forgot to actually turn the request feature on, so sorry! But its on now so... remember to check out rules!

Gender neutral Reader

Shoulder lurker, he's always there staring when you're working. Completely silent, except for the occasional purr.

It doesn't matter to him if you're good or bad, he just loves to see you work and it brings him unexplainable joy to see you so focused.

Absolutely flex your work for you. His teammates hear about it, the fans hear about it, the interviewer hears about it. ITS EVERYBODY. He's just so proud to have such a creative S/O.

He definitely is the type to make absolutely absurd requests, although he doesn't mind it if you decide not to do it.

On the other hand, if you DO do it, he'll be ECSTATIC.

Ecstatic as in running around and lifting you up. And kisses. Lottaaaa kisses.

If it's homemade accessories he wears it wherever he goes. Bracelets, keychains necklaces, it doesn't matter what it is, he'll wear it. All of it.

If it's a drawing, he'll hang it on the wall. Again, it doesn't matter if it's a small doodle or a whole ass drawing, it's going on the wall that's now dedicated to you. Oh it's a digital drawing? He's printing it out.

At some point he'd want to join in. He might be real shit at it, depending on what it is, but he'll enjoy it. Modo loves you and wants to spend as much of his time around you as possible.

If you're somehow taller than Modo then be prepared to be climbed like a tree you are, i think Modo likes to caught you by surprise by dropping from the ceiling so i advice training your arms and also because he will ask to be carry around a lot and will be extra dramatic after a game like saying his feet hurt and wants to be carried like a princess or bride

Modo Olachenko X Fem!Magma!SpottedHyena!Reader

requested ❧ anonymous (i'm pretty sure tumblr ate the ask, rip </3)

You and Modo were the definition of an enemies to lovers story. After all, you were on a Lava Coast Magma, the practical rivals to the Vineland Thorns. You two only ever saw each other at games, or charity roarball events.

Despite this, you both still somehow found a way to bond. You were a bit of a tough cookie to crack, but Modo was persistent in breaking through and getting to your soft, gooey center.

And it was true, you were soft and gooey deep down. It's just that being on the same team as Mane Attraction for five years had sorta hardened you to other animals. It wasn't easy being constantly blocked and charged by your own teammate.

After a particularly harsh game where Mane had charged Modo and ended up kneeing him in the face, you had gone over to check on him during halftime, asking if he was okay, and apologizing for your teammate's abhorrent behavior. He just waved it off and said he was okay, but said he was sorry for you for having such a horrible teammate, which made you laugh.

From there, you got in touch with him over social media and one thing led to another until... well, you were practically dating.

You agreed to keep it as close to a secret as you could. Mane would kill you if he found out you were dating the enemy, and you were sure Modo's teammates wouldn't feel great about him dating you, either.

Unfortunately, the media catches on rather quickly, and snap plenty of photos of you two walking in and out of different places while on dates.

As a female spotted hyena, you're the bigger of the two sexes. Unfortunately, that means a lot of other animals mistake you as male. It's a burden, sure, but you're used to correcting it.

However, when suddenly there are headlines plastered across magazine articles about Modo being gay and having a secret boyfriend, you're completely bewildered.

Now, Modo doesn't mind being labelled as gay, he doesn't care about that. He's for the girls and the gays and the in betweens. What he does mind is you being misgendered, and your privacy being ripped into.

His usual wackiness is completely gone when reporters line up in front of him to get the scoop. He growls at them through gritted teeth and you quite literally have to hold him back from snapping their heads off. He does managed to eat a few microphones and notepads, though. They're not getting those back.

You explain the situation, but that doesn't stop the articles from coming out even faster. A secret celebrity relationship between rival teams? Oh, the fans are all over that. Modo even sends you fanfiction that the fans have written of you two, finding it hilarious and flattering at the same time.

He even starts quoting lines from said fanfiction to make you cringe and laugh.

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Modo Olachenko x Maned wolf/Male reader

Green = Modo Olachenko

Orange = Reader

Purple = both

I’m still very new to writing, so please be patient with me! I'll try my best not to mischaracterize Modo too much. If you don't like MLM, please keep scrolling. Btw, 'solnishko' means 'little sun'! I also did my research on his animal anatomy. It's a long fic, so good luck reading! I'm using Grammarly to fix my errors, too—yay! ദ്ദി -᷅ ·̫ -᷄ )✧︎

You and Modo have been dating for a couple of years now, so you're used to all of his chaos. You both met in a tattoo shop where you had been working as an artist for about a year. Modo used to frequently visit a different shop, but he decided to switch things up and book an appointment with you. Ever since that first session, he started booking with you once or twice a week. You are the type of artist who satisfies customers by providing snacks and drinks, which Modo absolutely loves. He simply loves being spoiled.

You and Modo ended up getting so close that you both started hanging out outside of your respective appointments. You didn't really know Modo was famous since you were never a social media person; you really only used your phone for calls and to look at art inspiration. You knew about Roarball, but not the players. Your passion was art, so during the games, you would just stay in the shop creating art or tattooing a customer. You and Modo both loved each other dearly, so when he blurted out an ask for you to be his boyfriend, you happily accepted. Ever since then, you've both been dating happily.

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Turning back to the present... Modo had texted you before your shift started, asking if you wanted to swing by his place afterward. Of course, you happily accepted. When he messaged you, his rut was starting, but it was so light he hadn't even noticed it yet.

Once you finally closed up the shop for the night, you grabbed some snacks and headed over. You fumbled with the keys for a moment before getting the door open, only to be hit immediately by a strong, sweet scent. The house was completely dark, save for a faint, rhythmic rumbling.

“Modo?” you called out. “Are you okay?”

After locking the door and flicking on the lights, you set your things down and headed toward Modos bedroom. The scent grew stronger with every step, making your own body feel feverish. You stepped into the room and flipped the switch, revealing an empty round bed. Blankets, pillows, and clothes had been dragged to the edges, piled high into a makeshift nest.

You didn’t see Modo anywhere. You looked around the room, feeling eyes on you but not knowing from where. When you finally glanced up, you saw Modo—and he immediately pounced. You yelped and fell on your rear as Modo tackled you, stuffing his snout into your furry neck. His tongue flicked out to catch your scent, drool dribbling from the side of his mouth.

“Modo missed solnishko,” he rumbled. His hands roamed over you as if he were mapping out your entire body. He let out a low growl, biting your shoulder lightly and giving your tail a playful yank.

You shuddered and let out a soft whine, your knee pressing slightly against Modo’s crotch. “Yeah... I missed you too, dummy,” you said softly, making him shiver.

“Modo wants you in bed with him,” he growled against your shoulder, his thick tail slowly coiling around your ankle. He pulled back and looked into your eyes, giving you those 'puppy eyes.' God, those eyes—they always worked on you.

You sighed softly. “Okay, okay, fine, you big dummy.” Your tail curled up, wrapping firmly around his wrist.

Before you could speak again, Modo picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You were startled by the sudden movement but quickly calmed down. Modo turned off the lights, but the LEDs under and around the bed were set to green so you could both still see.

Modo walked over to the bed and tossed you onto it. He crawled over you, settling between your legs, before leaning in to kiss you aggressively. He growled into your mouth as he pulled you closer, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. You groaned against him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

Modo swallowed every sound you made. His tail thumped against the bed in sync with yours. When he finally pulled back, a string of saliva connected your tongues; that single make-out session left you both breathless. You licked the moisture from your lips, and Modo did the same. He then hooked a claw under the waistband of your shorts and boxers, before completely tearing away your clothes.

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Modo removed his clothes, and once he was fully revealed, his finger came down to tease your prepuce until your length slowly appeared. Soft whimpers fell from your lips as you watched him. Once you were fully exposed, he grabbed your wrist and guided your hand to his cloaca, forcing you to tease it. He let out a low rumble as his dual hemipenes slid out—both textured with bumps and flared with knots at the base that only appeared when he was in rut.

“Modo loves you so much, solnishko,” he murmured, pressing one head against your puckered entrance. He didn’t push in yet, merely teasing the opening. As he began to slowly press forward, your fur puffed up; you let out a soft whine and tossed your head back as he managed to seat the tip. He then reached down to guide his second length to your heat, determined to fit them both. With a low growl and a firm press, he managed to wedge the second tip in as well. You were still sensitive and slightly loose from the day before, and you moaned, biting your lip until it bled. Your hand flew down, desperately gripping his wrist.

“Let Modo take care of you, solnishko,” he growled against your ear, rubbing slow, soothing circles on your wrist to help you ease. When you finally let go of his wrist and relaxed, Modo reached down and hooked his hands beneath your knees. He raised your legs and pressed them to your chest, folding you deeply. Once you were in position, he slowly began pushing the rest of his dual length inside you. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth as he groaned softly. Your own length rested against your stomach, the leaking fluid making your fur sticky.

You moaned and whined as he stretched you wide, a slight bulge appearing against your abdomen from his depth. When Modo finally seated his full length, he kept the knots internal, saving them for later. He leaned down, resting your legs on his shoulders as he began to move. At first, his rhythm was slow, but he soon began speeding up, letting out rough rumbles and groans as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck.

When you were finally comfortable with his size, he began pounding into you. His hips snapped against yours as he moved at a punishing pace. He panted near your ear before burying his face in your neck, breathing heavily. “Modo’s good boy,” he said in a teasing voice as you bit into his neck, letting out muffled moans and cries. Modo’s skin was tough, so thankfully you didn't break it. Drool slid down the side of your mouth.

Modo grabbed your hips, pressing them down to keep you still as he pounded into you. His claws poked your skin. He panted heavily, trying his best to go harder as his peak rapidly approached. Modo then angled his hips slightly to hit that sweet bundle of nerves deep inside you. Your toes curled and you let go of his neck, crying out in pleasure. Your tail wagged faster, making a thumping rhythm on the bed.

“Modo, I’m gonna cum!” you cried out.

Modo thrusted one more time before starting to press his knot in. You squirmed and clawed at his back until his knot finally popped inside you. You moaned loudly and tossed your head back, letting out choked gasps. Modo took advantage of that to bite into your neck hard enough to break the skin as he filled you up completely. “Fuck, Modo!” you cried out, placing your hand on the back of his head and holding him there as you came all over yourself. The pleasure became too much, to the point where you passed out.

When you finally woke up, your body ached, yet you were clean. You were in bed, nicely tucked in. Then Modo walked in. “Good morning, Solnishko,” he said as he set a tray of breakfast next to you. “Modo is sorry for being rough with you,” he said as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You chuckled softly. “It's fine, Modo. Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, shooting him a smile.

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You reached the end!! Thank you guys so much for wasting your time reading this and please let me know what you think about it and if I should make more in the future. Love you guys sm! ໒꒰ྀི∗ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷∗꒱ྀིა

a/n: this is my first and not sure i’ll make it my last fully centered nsfw (unless asked i supposed) and im not used to writing modo yet so please don’t shank me…

info: nsfw (obviously) so minors pretty please don’t interact!! gender-neutral reader but will be afab (my apologies, i myself is afab) and implied to be smaller than modo!!

Modo x Gender-neutral Reader oneshot

A/N: First ever completed reader x canon! Kinda nervous , lmk if should fix anything or recommed some ideas. (Critiques are welcomed and the amount of piercings videos I had to watch to writing the description is unhealthy.)

God damn it 

How the hell did Modo convince you into getting a septum piercing? You had no idea honestly. Yet at the same time,  you’ve been feening for a septum yourself internally for a long while now. Seeming that every post was trying to encourage every scroll you took.Stupidly you had decided that would be your first very piercing. Without second thought, until the day arrived.

But you felt as if it was already too late as you and Modo were already in the piercing lobby.Just waiting for it to be your turn. Though you’ve trusted your boyfriend on the place where you get the piercing. Since to you he seemed like an expert with having around eleven counting. Probably having more hidden.

While waiting on the leathery couch of the waiting room, Modo just slouches in his seat with an arm over your shoulder.Just wasting the time away on scrolling on his phone. 

Meanwhile you were shaking in your boots. Repeatedly bouncing your leg up and down. 

This catches Modo's attention as he stops his doom scrolling. 

“Modo feels you  vibrating. What is wrong?” 

“Oh! Nothing, nothing.Just a little nervous that’s all.” You winced out rather weakly under your breath. Modo just chuckled, squishing his face closer to you. As he wrapped his tail around your leg in support.

“Do not worry Solnishko, the piercing will be done fast.”

You sigh. “I know, I know. I just worried about the pain.”

“For Modo, my nose felt like fire for like a week. I nearly cried. Almost.” He clarified. Depanning while thinking of the memory.

You winced at the imagery and groaned , covering your face in defeat.

“Not helping at all Modo!”

“Sorry.”

Your ears sway as the receptionist calls your names out. Pointing out to the room you were supposed to head in. In a stiff motion you got up from your spot following Modo behind, arms crossed as you marched straight through the beaded door. 

Greeted by the chair, a silver fox stood. Focusing on preparing the rather sharp tools for you. “Ah , hello tiny dog!” 

“Ay sup Modo long time no see,” The piercer greeted. “What area are here for today? Another eye-brow,lip or something new today?” 

Modo shook his head. “No,No,No my friend.It is for Modo’s partner.” He gushed with excitement as he shoved you up forth. While you gave an awkward wave. The fox just smiled, looking amused at the thought that you were able to pull Modo. Just a lucky person she guessed.

“Hey I’m Kayla, pleasure working with you.Please,have a seat.” The sleek fox offered while patting down on the client chair got you.

“What would you like today?”

“Septum.”

“Oh for real? I got you.” She said with enthusiasm. Drifting her attention to a box of small gloves.

 As you took a seat , Modo heavy self laid lazily on your shoulders

 “Be soft on them. They are like baby.” He suggested. A sparkly claw poked your cheek playfully. You couldn't even bother to rebuttal as anxiety and a tiny bit of excitement took over. Just staring off at the gigantic , silver clamp Kayla held in her paw. 

“Alright, I’ll be quick then. Take a deep breath.” And so you did. Gripping the chair handles while the clamp holds down on the soft part of your nostrils. A meek shriveled echoed, Kayla finally thread the needle through. A harsh but cooling sting rang through your nose.A small circular ring looped through the needle , settling nicely in the newly formed hole you received.

Kayla took a step back, placing the used utensils back on the tray. “There, you're all done.”

You open your eyes wide as the pain dulled. Already? With extreme speed you pulled your phone strolling to the camera. 

“You like it?” Kayla asked.

“I love it! I look scrumptious!~”Purring giddly.You tilted your head in different angles to see your freshly installed piercing from a different perspective.Modo gripped your face once again to get a closer look. Squishing the life out of you as he eyed the silver ringlet. He smiled wide showing out every sharp tooth in his jaw. 

“Modo likes! See? You look beautiful, Solnishko!”

“Aww thank you Modo.” Giving proper thanks you gave the komodo dragon a peek on the snout. “It still kinda hurts though.”

 “Oh ya, that’ll happen for like six to eight weeks till it heals fully. Just make sure you disinfect regularly.” You listen well to Kayla’s instructions, along with how to disinfect as she hands you a bottle of solution.

“And if it continues and becomes sore or red , I would suggest you get it checked out.” Ignoring that worrying prospect you and Modo waved the silver fox goodbye. Well ...in Modo’s special and unique way of saying bye. After paying the front desk you left the shop with a large grin of satisfaction.  You had psyched yourself from fear of the needle that now you kinda feel silly for worrying so much. Modo interlocked his claws with yours. Walking down the block an idea clicked in the Komodo Dragon’s head. 

“Next time Modo will take you to get a dermal! We  match even more.” He jested.

Your eyes just glared at the lizard, looking like he’s said his most weirdest thing to say. “Hell no.”