#afab queen

[gay-questions]

can women/afab people be drag queens? & can straight people be drag queens too?

Yes! There’s actually a thing called AFAB queens, who are drag queens who are woman or nonbinary people who dress as drag queens. And yes, straight people can be drag queens also! Great question anon!

[cryptidvillage]

1920s/Clara Bow-adjacent drag makeup from last night featuring a wig I very much took straight out of the bag and have not styled yet lmao

[sailorsmouth]

Burlesque night

[perfectlypersie]

~What's your favorite scary movie? 🖤🔪⛓️👻

[sydmarks]

LIVING DEAD GIRL

This is my first post so hiiiiiiiiii. My name is Syd Marks. I’m and AFAB drag artist. I’m just starting off in my drag journey and I hope you join me! 😈🖤

[dxmoness]

Your husband has been having a severe case of the baby fever for a long time now. It started when he saw you taking care of your baby sister. The sight of you carrying the baby in your arms while you make her laugh made him desire to have one with you.

He's been planting small hints and clues that he is very much interested in having children with you. But you were still oblivious no matter how many hints he dropped. So he decided to take matters in his own hands.

“Um? Darling, we don't have a baby.” You say as you look over the things that you and your husband had bought during your shopping spree.

Your husband smiles mischievously. “But aren't they adorable?” He holds up a onesie for a baby for your inspection. Sure, it did look cute, but it was useless if you two did not have a baby to use it for.

You sigh, knowing he wants to hear you say yes. “I suppose it is...” You grace him with a small smile which makes him beam happily. “But my point still stands, we don't have a baby to use it on.”

He smirks as he puts down the baby clothes and walks to your side, leaning to kiss your cheek. “Not yet, we don't.” He purrs in your ear, his hot breath causes you to shudder involuntarily.

Your cheeks grow flush at the implication he is giving through his suggestive words. “What?” You decide it's best to play innocent first because you really didn't want to embarrass yourself if it was not what you think.

He chuckles as he tucks a loose strand of hair into the back of your ear. “You know what I mean, my love.” He gives you a dazzling smile. “I want to make one. Right now.” He pauses. “That is if you don't mind?” He asks softly, waiting for your response.

He seemed so desperate for it that you found it adorable. You nod in agreement. “Okay.” You respond softly, giving him your consent to continue as he pleases.

He did not waste anymore time as he immediately shoves you to the couch, his impatience showing evident in his quick movements. You yelp as you are immediately pinned down, his hand pinning both of yours above your head while his free hand starts dealing with his belt.

“Darling—” You gasp only for him to interrupt. “Hush.” He whispers, silencing you by pressing a lingering kiss on your soft lips as he finally managed to get the belt off. “Be quiet and let me take care of you.”

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[scarredlove]

A couple sketches for @crazedauthor's butler guys because...

I'm feral-

Suggestive below!!!

[chelledoggo]

i'm wondering if there's a TADC drag AU

if only because "Dragatha" would be a top tier pun

[saturnville]

40 days n 40 nights.

pairing; shuri udaku x black!fem!reader (kalila)

warning; toxicity. language. emotional manipulation. allusions to smut. descriptions of smut 18+ content.

reference; 40 days n 40 nights — mariah the scientist, vory

overview; in which two exes reunite briefly after ending their toxic relationship.

tags (people who recently interacted with my shuri fics): @neeville @pocketsizedpanther @l-o-v-e-galore @cosmic-parker

Toxicity used to be as foreign concept. At one point, healthy was all she knew. Open, honest, respectful communication and treatment from her partner to herself. It was easily acceptable. It was what she needed to thrive; it was what she required.

Kalila felt like a fool when she lowered the walls that guarded her soft heart. The sweet nothings and gentle kisses that the lips of the Queen shared, altered her brain chemistry in a way she couldn’t explain.

No longer was she headstrong and adamant about what she deserved. She didn’t stand on business. No, she was weak in the knees for the Queen, the Panther, for her. Whatever to keep her majesty satisfied, she was prepared to give it all.

Naivety was her downfall.

What she failed to understand, was that the deep desire to please her at any cause, stripped her of her dignity, honor, and self-respect. Subject to mistreatment as a result, Kalila’s eyes began to open. The rose-colored glasses fell and reality sunk in. Her loyalty was taken advantage of. Her kindness was laughed at. The love she gave was not enough. She was not enough. She came to be nothing but a body to keep the bed warm while the Queen did what a Queen had the pleasure of doing; whatever she wanted.

It took months to build the courage to end the relationship. How easy could it be to remove oneself from the most intense union they’d found themselves in? The one where while the pros were numerous, the cons extended themselves past the acceptable limit.

The worst part was; she didn’t care. She had no interest in fighting to keep her, working to change. Kalila’s world crumbled. Her heart tore in two, her lungs constricted, and her mind fogged. Suddenly, substances were her lover and they fucked her good; to the point where she’d be in an orgasmic haze from the strategic stroking of her brain.

She mentally smacked herself each time she thought or her. The Queen, the Panther, Shuri. The best and worst thing to ever happen to her. Kalila wondered what she was up to. Probably living her life; on a flight to a new country where she’d serenade a woman into being her lover for the night before retreating the following morning, intrigued when the women followed her like a lost child. Kalila knew it all too well—it was once her.

The room spun. Substances and lack of sleep were a deadly combination. Kalila shook her head. 40 days and 40 nights of endless bullshit. All she had to do was let go. Could it be so hard?

Her music paused briefly at the indication of a text.

S. Udaku. Open the door.

Apparently so.

Kalila’s knees were weak as she stood in front of her. Her knees were weak, her heart pounding, and her most intimate parts jolted at the sight of her. She looked much different than she had a year ago. Her curls were much shorter—she’d cut them—now small tendrils on her head. She retired her tracksuit for a black suit with accompanying loafers. Kalila glanced at the wall clock. It was 9:41pm. Where’d she come from?

Shuri stepped into the apartment with an indescribable dominance that shifted the atmosphere. She was taller in stature, so her neck was lowered to glare into the eyes of Kalila. Both sets of brown eyes were deep and rich, but told different stories.

“What are you doing here?” Kalila’s voice was slow. The door closed behind her and and Kalila’s eyes followed Shuri as she stood in the middle of her apartment. Her long arms were crossed just underneath her belt, and her rings shone under the dim lights.

“Why’d you let me in?” Was the Queen’s response.

Because I missed you. Kalila’s eyes told it all before her mouth did. Shuri gave a humored chuckle, but the stoic look on her face didn’t change. Tight-lipped and unamused.

“Why are you here?” Kalila pressed once more. Shuri was now on the couch. Her long fingers flipped through the magazine on the coffee table. Essence. Then, they ghosted over the lit candle aside it. She didn’t flinch when the flame kissed her fingertips. Slowly, she leaned back against the couch, arm thrown over the back.

Shuri shrugged. “Was in the area. Wanted to say hello. Sit.” As if she was trained, Kalila sat beside her. This was what she wanted; to be next to her, in her presence once again. Why act shy now?

“I see you’re doing well. Business flourishing and all.”Kalila’s eyes snapped up. She started a marketing and consulting agency shortly after her college graduation. It was a rocky start, and Shuri had been there to connect her to the best in the business to assist in its development. Little did Kalila know, her efforts never ceased even once they split.

Kalila, however, was confused as to how she knew the way she was flourishing. At least on the outside. Then she had to remember, Shuri had every resource at her fingertips. Hell, she probably had someone keeping tabs on her at one point. She chose not to think about it further.

“Yeah, things are well.” Her answer was short. “Can you just…why are you here, Udaku? We are--there is no us anymore. You made it clear what you wanted five months ago, and it wasn't me. So, why are you here?" Her voice shook as she spoke, but she spoke with intention.

Shuri's chin raised and her eyebrow quipped. "I had a revelation. You didn't deserve what I put you through, and I'm aware of that. So, simply here to take accountability. That's it."

It was Kalila's turn to raise her eyebrow. It seemed too good to be true. Shuri sighed deeply and turned to face Kalila, whose distrust was written on her face.

"Do you trust me?" Shuri asked. Kalila's response was delayed. Did she? To protect her life, sure. But to protect and honor her emotions, her mental wellbeing, her heart? No, no she didn't.

"In some ways, yes. In others, no. And that's not my fault. It's yours/"

Ouch. Shuri nodded once. "Okay. Let me make it up to you." Those words were dangerous. They were the entryway back into the world of Shuri Udaku, and she wondered if she'd be able to take it.

Kalila spent time contemplating, and it did not go unseen by Shuri. So, the Queen asked her, "What are you thinking about?"

"How I don't want to be hurt by you again."

"I love you too much to hurt you again."

"That's what you said last time."

Silence.

"Let me prove it to you, yeah?" Her slender fingers danced across the roundness of Kalila's face. Fingertips grazed her lips until they fell down her neck. She gave it a soft squeeze. Kalila's eyes fluttered and she leaned into Shrui's body. Shuri took it as an opportunity to graze her lips over Kalila's, whose fell slack and a quiet whimper fell from them. Exactly where she wanted her.

Soon, clothes decorated the floor and their songs of pleasure were on repeat. High and low shifts in pitch and octave. Whistle register with voice cracks when it became too much. Sweaty bodies slipped and slid against one another. A glorious event.

"I love you," the Queen whispered breathlessly in Kalila's ear as she brought her to the edge. "I love you, I love you...it's just us. Always."

If only she stayed true to her word. Kalila woke up by herself. Every remainder of Shuri was eradicated. The only trace of her was the scent of her perfume; strong and dominant, just like her.

Her phone buzzed against the coffee table.

S. Udaku. I'll see you soon.

She knew what that meant. She'd return when she felt like it. That could be days or weeks. Kalila's eyes welled with tears. Another 40 days and 40 nights were wasted, just to start the process all over again.

[nekotato]

Happy Halloween!

[theolmtales]

Mary's Tea Time (AFAB Reader)

Mary X Reader (afab)

The Queen trapped in the manor, has her eyes on you & she has decided to grace your miserable existence by extending an invitation to you for some tea. In the end, there wasn't much talking, at least on your end.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

The sun was high, barely starting to go down and you could hear a few birds chirping in the trees as you wait at the table. Sitting on the balcony of the misty villa, you face Mary or the Bloody Queen as the survivors call her.

She had taken a liking to you during the multiple matches you had sparred against her. Now, she had decided to extend you an official invitation to her chambers for tea. Obviously, a royal invite was not something you could refuse. You just wondered how you would be able to attend, since the survivors and hunters didn’t live in the same… space? Both parties lived in the same manor, but not on the same plane of existence, that’s what you understood.

But surprisingly enough, on the day of the rendez-vous, you opened the door leading out of your room and found yourself in the same corridor. Yet there was something strange and… unfamiliar about the place. While you were observing your environment, trying to figure out what was so wrong, you found yourself face to face with Mary’s personal butler.

While you eyed his skeleton-like appearance, he wasted no time explaining that you were currently in the hunter residences and to follow him to your destination.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach Mary’s room and once you entered, stating you were in shock would be an understatement. Her room was nothing like yours, or the other survivors for that matter. That’s a queen for ya, you thought.

After welcoming you to the misty villa, that’s how the butler called it, he escorted you to the balcony. Where Mary was waiting for you at a small table. The table was nicely decorated with a tablecloth featuring delicate roses embroidery. There was also a white porcelain tea set with gold accent assorted to the tablecloth. In the middle of the table, there was an assortment of cakes and other delicacies waiting for you.

‘‘Ah, finally. You almost made me wait,’’ she said with a smile almost a smirk as she looked you up and down.

‘‘Pardon me, Your Majesty. I’m afraid I’m not used to these kinds of things.’’ You replied, trying to sound polite. It did sound like something high society people would say, right?

‘‘Obviously. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you have, after all. How lucky you are,’’ she replied, closing her black eyes in contentment, her hands resting under her chin.

So, here you were, basking in the sun as you waited for her maid to bring you more tea. You had put on your best articles of clothing, but it was pale figure in comparison to hers. While you were restrained to a certain dress code during the matches, you could wear anything you wanted outside of them. The wardrobes in people’s room were filled with all the clothes the person had possessed in their life. However, due to the situation you were all stuck in, people didn’t really bother wearing anything outside of basic clothing. Just a change of color here and there, usually.

End thus, Mary’s outfit was the first thing that struck you when you saw her sitting at the table. It was, simply put, gorgeous. She wore a knee-length black dress enhanced with white and red. A translucent red ribbon was attached to the back and trailing down behind her while slowly fading to black at the end. Her hands were draped in short white gloves and one of her hands held a simple yet exquisite red fan. Her head was adorned with a small black hat who also featured a red ribbon tied in a bow. Roses were spread symmetrically along her dress and her legs were covered by black tights with red high heels.

You could hardly take your eyes of her pretty attire. She was already a beauty with her simple red hunter dress, but now that was next level.

She takes a cup and start sipping on it, letting you take in her beauty. As she puts her cup down, she says:

‘‘My, you do know it is rude to stare?’’

‘‘Ah! I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s the first time I see you without your usual red dress. Your dress is so beautiful.’’

She put a slight irritated look on her face ‘‘You didn’t actually believe that I would wear that dress outside of matches? Please! If I had any authority over that, I wouldn’t even be wearing that thing. Such a miserable dress to have put on my person!’’

‘‘Oh, I see. It certainly is a plain dress, but I think that its simplicity makes you shine even more!’’ You say, smiling at her.

She takes a moment to look at you blankly, then give you a predatory smile. ‘‘You sure know how to pay a compliment to a lady…’’ She uses her fan to raise your chin.

‘‘But when you partake in conversation with royalty, you should know better than to run your mouth and eyes like that.’’ She says in a sweet, but cold tone.

Your eyes widen at her tone and the look she gives you, while utterly sweet, is imbued with a warning.

‘‘Now… What shall I do with such an ill-mannered little pet?’’ She contemplates her options.

‘‘Eyeing a lady with no restraint, running their mouth with no care and unable to even make a decision as simple as choosing a pastry.’’ She says with a huff, her gaze shifting at your empty plate for a short period of time.

You don’t know what she has in mind, but her tone and piercing gaze are making your imagination run wild. Your cheeks are burning up under her stare.

‘‘Since you cannot decide for yourself, let’s play a game!’’

She walks up to you gracefully and place herself behind your chair. You try to look back, but she ushes you strictly. She takes off a ribbon that was previously used as decoration on your chair and ties it up around your head, effectively covering your eyes.

She lowers her head right beside your ear as she talks to you. ‘‘Now, I’m going to make you taste some of the pastries and you’re going to tell me, which one it is.’’ You can hear her talons on the ground as she walks back to her seat. ‘‘If you answer correctly, I shall reward you. But if you get it wrong…’’ she lingered on the word. ‘‘Well, you’ll see for yourself once we get there. Now, shall we?’’

She sounds way too happy when saying that last part, but you gulp and answer her. ‘‘Y-yes’’

‘‘Yes, who? Theses manners will get you in trouble, before we even start our play pet.’’

‘‘My sincere apologies, your Majesty!’’

She humpfs and you can feel the satisfied smile in her voice ‘‘Good girl.’’

‘‘Now say aah.’’

You open your mouth, and she puts the spoon inside of it. Once the metallic taste of the spoon is gone, you feel the crispy texture of the dough first. Then, it’s soon followed by the sugary taste of whip cream mixt with something that reminded you of early summer.

You answer her once you’re done eating it. ‘‘berries tart?’’

‘‘Très bien! Now your reward.’’

You can feel her shift and after a moment of curious anticipation her nails come crazing at your wrist. You first feel her cold breath on your ear and then her lips pressing into a soft kiss, all the while she draws small symbols on the length of your arm. She ends the interaction with a soft caress on your shoulder. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

‘‘Now, let’s see if you can figure out this one.’’ She talks with a satisfied tone, probably because of your previous success.

Once again you open your mouth when she tells you to. As she puts the sweet in your mouth you can feel the tips of her fingers brush against your lips in a ghost touch. As for the sweet, the texture is soft on the inside and crispy near the edges. You take a moment to figure out the taste. But nothing comes to mind and even when you try to recall the sweets you saw on the table you can’t find one that fit. You feel a soft hazelnut flavor, among the sweetness but that’s all. So, you decide to try whatever come to your mind that could fit.

Once you give your answer, silence falls in the room. You swear the temperature drops a few degrees, despite the open balcony in the middle of summer.

‘‘…How disappointing. It’s a madeleine.’’ She finally tells you in a cold tone.

The tone makes you stiffen on your chair as you wait for her to continue.

‘‘You know what happens to people who disappoint me, right?’’ You gulp.

‘‘Time for punishment. Now, how should I go about it?’’

You wait for what seems an eternity, probably part of what Mary intends, getting anxious on your seat. Finally, you hear her moves; her chair being push on the floor as she probably gets up. What happens next makes you jump in surprise as you feel something hot be poured on your collarbones.

The liquid is hot and has a floral scent. While it doesn’t burn, the temperature is on the verge of doing so, and your skin has probably already turn red under the assault. Trying to take on the electric shock that was send to your nerves, you start to breath heavily. Gasping as the tea runs down your chest, getting in between your breasts and trickling down your belly.  Your clothes clinging to your skin, absorbing some of the heat but mostly preventing your skin from escaping it once the tea has drenched you.

Her voice can finally be heard again as you hear her put down the kettle on the nap.

‘‘Oh my, it seems there is some left. How dare you waste my most prized tea!’’

Not understanding, you start getting nervous again as you heard her footstep approaching again. Then, you feel a tongue lick at your collarbone. There were some droplets of tea still clinging to your skin and Mary made sure to lick every last drop. Her tongue going lower, until she reaches the beginning of your breast, but stops there. Only teasing you.

‘‘This is a punishment for your lack of knowledge, not a reward dear.’’ She says with her cold voice. Yet you can’t prevent yourself from feeling excited and it’s even worse with that tone she’s using.

You can hear her sit again and take something before she orders you to open. As she put the next piece in your mouth, you feel the consistence of a cake, it’s smooth and melt slightly. There’s a soft sugary taste mix with the more acidic one present.

‘‘Lemon cake.’’

‘‘Ah! Voilà une réponse qui ravie mes oreilles! Mmm… It would be a shame to waste such a delicacy.’’

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. Under your blindfold, your eyes widen at the direct action. Mary waste not time to push her tongue past your lips and have a taste of your lemon-flavored mouth. After a moment of exchanging kisses, her hands reach for your hairs and push your head back with some great strength.

‘‘Tell me pet, what do you want?’’ She murmurs.

You answer quickly ‘‘Whatever you wish, my queen.’’

‘‘Oh my, you are a quick learner.’’ She uses her other hand to caress your neck and chin as she talks.

‘‘Stay.’’

You wait in your chair as the sound of her footstep grow more distant. But it doesn’t take long for the sound to grow closer again. She tells you to stay put and you feel the rough texture of a rope bind your wrists and ankles to the chair. Once she is satisfied, she takes place on your thighs.

‘‘Now prove to me, you would do anything for your Queen.’’ She says as she pushes another piece of sweet into your mouth.

She wastes no time in opening your top. With her weapon… You can feel the broken piece of glass scratch to your skin, barely touching it, but leaving a burning mark in its wake.

Once she is done with that, you feel her shift as if she is grabbing something behind her. After that, it doesn’t take long before you feel something cold get place on the top of your breast. The sudden icy feeling makes the hair stand on your skin, giving you goosebump as she moves slowly along the marks she previously left. Leaving a trail of water behind it. Some cold droplets fall here and there with your body heat.

Your breath starts to itch as the ice come closer to your nipple. Mary makes a few circles before she presses what is left of the cube on it. The ice creates a burning sensation while as melts away, sending a sensation of excitement directly to your cunt.

Once the last parcel of ice has melted away, she takes another cube and repeats the process with your other nipple. As she moves, she takes in every little sound you make. Her eyes stalking the movements of your mouth as you find it hard to breath, because of your enhance senses. With the third cube, she slowly makes her way down to your stomach along your sternum making your breath hitch.

She then leaves you again. You can feel her staring at your disheveled state before grabbing something else on the table.

‘‘Open wide pet.’’

You do as she say, feeling the porcelain touch your bottom lip gently before she pours the tea inside your mouth. You feel the hot liquid burns your throat as you gulp it down. The tea has a gentle floral aroma with a subtle hint of bitterness. It reminds you of roses.

Some of the tea fall down the skin of your throat, leaving a burning sensation all the way down to your torso. Seeing the mess, Mary speaks.

‘‘Tsk, what a messy pet I got. How dare you waste some of my favorite tea. Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just take it.’’

She put down her cup and you feel her put one of her knees on your side. Then a hand come to cup your chin and lift it on the side. It’s soon followed by her tongue following the lines of tea. Starting from between your breast, slowly going up your throat and stopping to nip at your jugular, before continuing until she reaches your lips. She stops right before them and leaves a soft kiss leaving you wanting more. You chase after her lips, but she backs away, putting a finger on your lips.

‘‘Tututu… Do you really think you deserve it?’’

‘‘It was an accident! I didn’t mean to drop the tea.’’ You can feel her burning gaze on you and you’re sure she’s smirking.

You follow with. ‘‘But it wasn’t wasted in the end, don’t you think it was a great way to enjoy your tea?’’

She takes a pause and knowing her, there’s half a chance she’ll agree, or she’ll be mad. But since you’ve followed her orders, she should be in quite a good mood.

‘‘Mmmh, I guess you’re right. It was quite delectable.’’

Great! Your body relaxing at her positive response.

Unbeknown to you, she notices the movement of your shoulder and smile.

‘‘I guess this deserve a reward’’ She mewls in your ear. Caressing the nap of your hair slowly.

You feel her hand go down yet again, caressing your soft body as she reaches down. She gets inside your clothes and starts stroking your clit. Once she hears you respond positively, she undoes your bottom clothes to get a better access and move her fingers more freely.

Her fingers get back near your clit, drawing circle motions slowly as she come closer. She then pass over your clit, putting pressure and inserting one finger into you. She moves them in and out a couple of time, before taking them out to go back to your clit. This time putting more pressure on it. She repeats this motions a few times until your panting and moaning.

Before you can reach your high, she takes her fingers out. You whine pathetically trying to make her come back. She tuts you.

‘‘Now, now. If you start acting up, I will need to stop this here.’’

‘‘I’m sorry, my Queen’’

You feel her frown a little, but she answers: ‘‘I really need to inculpate you with proper etiquette, but this will do for now’’

You then feel her shift on your thigh before she continues.

‘‘Open again, pet. you made quite a mess there.’’

You open wide. Eager to please her and she puts her cum coated fingers in your mouth. You waste no time in licking them clean. Doing your best to please her.

She takes out her fingers and tells you ‘‘Bien.’’ Before giving you a kiss.

Her kiss deviates to go down your neck as her tongue tease your throat once again. One of her hands find her way to your breast and start caressing them. Her other hand gets back to making you squirm.

She presses harder onto that bundle of nerve inside of you, making your moans turn into high pitched pleas. Her teeth scrap at your nipple before she takes a soft bite and start sucking on them.

Her fingers run in and out of you, sometimes switching to caress and press onto your clit. Your body feel like a furnace, and you can’t help but moans louder. You’re sure she’s pretty pleased with herself and the effect she has on you. You can feel a knot start to form inside of you, the more she plays with you.

You finally feel the knot explode. Your walls clenching around her fingers as she keeps pumping them inside and stimulate your clit to make you ride out your orgasm. You let out one last moans before trying to regain your breath and the control over what’s left of your senses. Your body feeling numbs.

As you’re coming down from your high, you first feel what you assume to be Mary soft hairs, brush against your cheeks, followed by her lips that comes to rest softly on yours. Her hands caressing your cheek, to show her approval.

She takes your blindfold off, letting it slide on the floor as it reveals your lovesick state. Your tired gaze only focused on her while you’re panting. The sudden return off light makes you blinks to adjust your sight, while she passes her thumb over your bottom lip. She smiles proudly.

‘‘Good survivor.’’

(Maybe if you’re more well behave, she’ll let you make her cum next time…)

Meanwhile Mary's maid decided it was a good time to go restock on tea leaves on the other side of the manor.

[se-agapo-skywalker]

metal hand dilf shenanigans? I’m listening

:3c welcome and thanks for enabling me

Smutty headcanons below the cut:

In order for this to happen, obviously you'd have to be in a relationship--situationship?--with Luke first, or else he wouldn't do it. At all. Even if you had a one-time fling in his hut, the moment you reach out for his cybernetic, he'll quickly pull it away from you (if he doesn't still have his glove on already). That's private--he isn't ready for that level of intimacy, not yet.

You've seen Luke's cybernetic before plenty of times, but he's never touched you with it before. Holding hands is... not his style, unless you've somehow grown close to him. He'd have to warm up to you slowly: reluctantly, he'll let you touch his cybernetic with your own hand, intertwining your fingers with his metal ones. It's nice, nicer than he expected. Even though he can't quite feel the warmth of your flesh, he can still feel the emotional warmth--and, soon enough, he's ready for more.

The next time you venture into Luke's hut at night, you sense a strange anticipation in the Force. Perhaps he's meaning to approach you about something, as he's acting strangely shier than normal. He's always reserved, only speaking as much as he needs to as you're both undressing, but he seems... unsure. When you ask him what's troubling him, he merely responds by asking you--well, telling you--to lay down on the bed and spread your legs. He wants to try something.

You do as Luke asks without hesitation. This wouldn't be the first time you've done so; he always has a way of being so mysterious with you, and you tend to obey without question, knowing he only ever wishes to please you. You trust that's what he desires now.

Luke eyes your wetness and nods affirmatively. Slowly, he traces both his hands up the insides of your thighs, teasing your sensitive flesh with his fingertips as he inches closer and closer to your core. Interestingly, his metal hand is still gloved, touching you with the soft, cool leather. He doesn't speak at all; what he can't say with words, he says with his actions, but you can't quite decipher what he means to say now.

The thumb pad of his flesh hand moves to rub tight circles on your clit, setting a pace that already has you throwing your head back in pleasure. "M-Master..." you sigh, letting out a breathy moan.

A brief flash of a grin crosses Luke's face. What follows said grin is the cool touch of the leather glove covering his cybernetic, lightly tracing the outline of your labia.

"Is this... alright?" he asks, voice low and gravely. You nod, biting your lip as his index finger teases your entrance, and he finally presses inside. The fullness is different from his flesh hand, and the texture of the leather is quite the interesting sensation. You wriggle around beneath him to get a feel of how you want him to be inside you. Thankfully, you're wet enough for him to slip in rather easily, squelching softly as he moves further and deeper.

Luke raises an eyebrow at you and you nod, silently urging him to start moving. He withdraws his finger, and you suppress a whine, only for him to add one more as he begins thrusting in and out. Left hand still working at your clit, both hands move in harmony as they ravish you with electric pleasure--you hadn't previously known of his ambidexterity, but kriff, if you aren't enjoying it.

Long and thick fingers curl within you, hitting that special spot that has you gripping the sheets and cursing to the wind. The speed of his cybernetic is unmatched; his flesh hand has its perks, but what he's able to accomplish with the metal hand is unheard of.

You clench around Luke, fingers still snugly wedged within you, treating them like you would treat his cock. He's unable to actually feel the sensation with this hand, but sensing the resistance, he presses on, this time adding another finger. It's too much--the stretch, coupled with the sensation of him playing with your clit--that it's almost unbearable. He's fully fucking you with his hand, the force of his thrusts making your body shake and your tits bounce (a sight he certainly enjoys seeing, even if he doesn't outwardly express that).

Luke's face remains unchanging as you write beneath him, coming apart with a cry more akin to a scream--you're sure the caretaker village knows exactly what you're doing, or at least the porgs do. He doesn't care in the slightest.

Once your contractions have finished, Luke pulls out his fingers, now soaked with your arousal, and brings them to your panting lips.

"Clean it."

[kudos-si-do]

in the wings of fire universe do you ever think a mtf dragon with claim to the throne challenges her mother and her mom doesn't know and is like "you literally cannot do this" and then like. they stare at each other for a few seconds and the mom's like "...wait, no" and the newly-revealed daughter is like "SURPRISE, MOTHER"

[gnataweeds]

HELP

[ironunderstands]

A thought just crossed my mind

intersex topaz….

hehe new headcanon added to the list WHOOO

[roninfromtheops]

You’re in her dm’s

I’m playing dti with her.

You aren’t winning bro

The person I borrowed the idea from will see this :3