#does this seem rushed

[do-not-burn]

Humans in Space: Suggestive Sparring (4) - Reactions

Fighting can relieve or create sexual tension between the right people. Humans are known to be especially sexual and aggressive - likely for a reason.

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“Fuck.”

I lifted my head away from Human-Erin’s ear so I might see her face. She wore an expression I had never seen before. She looked distressed and uncomfortable, but also perplexed and frustrated - all in equal measures. I was rather confused at how many textbook emotions a Human can show at once - the manual said the maximum was two and, honestly, that was one too many for my taste. Some Humans describe emotion with four or five others as if to say emotions create other emotions. Like colours or chemicals - which made sense when I remembered emotions are nothing but chemical reactions. That didn’t stand to explain why Human-Erin reacted the way she did, but I decided it was best to remove myself from her “personal bubble” because whatever set off this reaction in her was triggered by me. Yet, when I pushed off the door, she grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me to her face-level. Now she just looked frustrated.

“There’s no way you don’t know what you’re doing,” she whispered, looking me straight in my eyes. “You said yourself I’m not a threat.”

“What has that got to do with anything?” I lost context so suddenly. She turned the interrogation around on me in a second, her face just as dark as when I was against the door.

“You said I’m not a threat, yet here you are, cornering me because of a non-fatal wound. I’ve seen you walk away from scraps with your tail in your hands - so what does it matter that I bit you? Did I bruise your ego?” She changed the subject and directed it away from herself. Backtracking to “save face”. Humans like to “save face” - it’s just a Human phrase that means to maintain or recover pride. I knew well what it means to bruise one’s ego. It’s a common phrase throughout the galaxy - we just let the Humans think they created it.

“I will admit I was stunned, but my ego remains unharmed.”

“So, why do you care that I bit you? You bruised my abdomen and I didn’t hunt you down.”

Why did I care? The better question was: Why did I like it despite how much it hurt? Or was it because it hurt? And if I liked it because it hurt, why? Culturally, my people are known to have sadomasochistic tendencies. Should we sustain a lasting non-debilitating injury or scar, then we wear it with honour. It’s customary to compliment and even ask about those injuries and scars - no matter how small. But that didn’t explain why it felt good.

“Most warriors don’t bite in combat after their juvenile years. You’re not a juvenile, so it was unexpected.”

Her eyes narrowed at me and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Bullshit.”

“Pardon?”

“You’re not telling me the truth.” Well, I wasn’t lying. It is true that most Drakean-peoples don’t bite outside of their juvenile years. Some Drakean-peoples from planets on the outside of my home star system were said to bite during mating rituals, but Humans are not close to Drakean so there was no way she knew or meant that. My people had phased out that implement ages ago, but it occurred to me that there was a chance that it triggered a primal chemical response in me. So there was, indeed, a simple explanation. Still, it proved awkward to confess.

“Fine. The truth is that, long ago, it was used to be common for my people to bite each other before... before mating. I was just confused at you biting me because that’s not a Human custom in the manual.”

She paused again, eyes flicking between mine and the mark she left.

“What exactly did the bite mean in your culture?”

“Intentions.”

“I see. And you think that I-”

“Well, I didn’t. Originally. You didn’t bite me the right way.” Her eyebrow went up. She favoured her right eyebrow, it seemed.

“I didn’t... bite you... the... right way?” 

“You took off a scale. Traditionally, you’d have to... um, you’d have to open your mouth wide and gently pierce the scales with your teeth, leaving an oblong ring from the front to the back of the shoulder. It’s a delicate process. You couldn’t perform it. Your mouth is too small, your teeth are the wrong shape and size.”

“Careful, I just might try it.”

“You’d fracture your jaw.”

“I doubt it.”

I huffed.

“Look at the size of my mouth.” I opened my mouth, not terribly wide, but it was more open than I’d ever need it to be to speak. Her hand fell from my shirt as I straightened myself up, only to lower myself again. “May I?” She nodded, even though I didn’t think she was listening.

My teeth tentatively grazed her skin and I opened my jaw just a bit more on feeling her tense. I lowered my mouth around the spot where her neck and shoulder met, closing it just enough to feel her skin tighten under my teeth through her shirt. She squeaked. I released her, immediately standing up at my full height with my mouth closed and my heart pounding. 

She stared up at me with wide eyes. There were two emotions in her eyes, but I only recognised fear. 

“I’m sorry. That was neither necessary nor appropriate.” I bowed my head in shame, truly unsure what came over me. “If you would like, I will tell you the rest of the truth as an apology.”

She said nothing. Her breath was shaky, but she nodded again, encouraging me to continue.

“Alright. The rest of the truth is this. It’s simple really. It’s actually immature, I think. It... actually doesn’t matter.” This time, it was my turn to look away, my hand over my heart.

“Look at me for a second.” I turned my sight on her, with the aid of her hand, holding it for more than a second - Humans were not very literal in their style of speaking. Her hand found my shirt collar once again, wrinkling it in her grip. She pulled me close and quick, forcing me to kneel. We were nearly face-to-face. Her heat radiated out to me, drawing me closer to her than I needed to be. I didn’t mind.

“Listen,” she spoke low and slow, “We’re both adults. It’s silly to dance around the obvious. Especially when you’ve reduced me to a blushing mess in my own damn doorway. So, save us the agony and tell. Me.” I could deduce what blushing was on my own - and, if I could, I would have been blushing too.

“You’re right. I don’t know why. It was... I just-”

“Cut the shit.”

“I liked it. A lot. And I really don’t know why. It felt good when you bit me and when you burned me. And... And I want to spar with you again because I liked how you looked at me when you were on top.” My heart was beating so fast and I didn’t want to stop talking. As if I would solve my dilemma by explaining it in excruciatingly embarrassing detail. “You’re so warm and I’ve only felt your touch a few times, but I-”

She silenced me. Perhaps I was getting too loud though I was certain my volume had not exceeded that of a whisper. Regardless the reason, something I said moved her to make me stop talking. Human-Erin pressed her lips to my mouth and held my head still with her hands. Her hands are small and it felt odd that so much heat could come from them.

Oh.

She was kissing me. I only realised it when she stopped. After a delay, those sparring feelings overcame me fully and my body responded before I could. My tail wrapped around her waist again, my fingers found her chin to bring her lips back to my mouth as gently as I could in my hurry to better appreciate how soft they are. I felt a tug on my shirt in her direction before I felt her burn the closing wound. I hissed... but she kept touching it, her hand covering as much of the side and back of my neck as she could, getting ever closer. My heart was pounding, but she couldn't feel it in my neck like I could hers. I wanted to wrap myself around her, to absorb her warmth. But she pushed away, leaving me breathless though her heat lingered.

"You said you wanted to spar again? Even though I kicked your ass last time?"

"Please." Desperately. "I won't take it easy on you." I want you to force me to the ground again.

[icarus-star]

ohohohohoh can i request chris x virgin!reader and he’s eating her out for the first time

(+ maybe they fuck too ifff you’re feeling nasty 🤭)

play doctor. | chris kenton 🎀

a/n: HEHAHHA CHRIS REQUESTTTT WOOHOOO!! I LUVV WRITING FOR HIM. (fem!reader!! kinnndd of softdom! chris ^_^) the song has nothing to do with it i just like it n couldn't think up a title. :33

cw: squirting, a tinyyy bit of overstimulation on readers part, virgin reader too obviously.

his lips were soft against yours. trailing down your jaw, to your neck, and to your belly when he had taken your shirt off for you. his kissed right above your waistline, looking up at you. "..are you sure?" he asked, wanting to make sure that you were really ready.

you nodded. "mhm!" you hummed, allowing chris to proceed. he kissed along your pelvic area, unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs.

he pulled your pants off the rest of the way, leaving you almost entirely naked. "cute panties." he mumbled, kissing your inner thighs. everything he did making you squirm a little.

he kissed your already throbbing clit through the thin cloth of your underwear, ripping a moan from you. his finger wrapped around the waistband of your underwear, now sliding them down.

as soon as your glistening pussy was exposed to him, his mouth was on it. tongue circling your clit. both of his hands gripping onto your thighs, leaving small marks from his fingernails. "nghha~ chris!!" you whined, tangling your hands into his soft hair.

his tongue went down to your cunt, licking and slurping your arousal. his eyes looked up at you like a puppy dog, his nose nuzzling against your hard clit as his tongue went in and out of your pussy. he giggled at every moan that came out of you, he really thought that you were the cutest ever like this.

the sounds coming from both of you were downright pornographic, your loud moans and whines, the way he chuckled everytime you wiggled underneath him, and the dirty squelchy sounds made by the mixture of his spit and your arousal against his tongue.

"f-- fuck!! m'gonna cum~!!" you whined, your hands tugging at chris's hair. you subconsciously grinding your pussy against his mouth.

"already?" he teased, though his voice was muffled against your pussy. which soon erupted with a familiar looking clear liquid, it got all over his face.

chris moved away from between your thighs, looking at you with big eyes. "did you jus-" "ohmygod i've never done that before!! i'm so so sorry!!" you cut him off, embarrassed by what you had just done.

he smiled, scooting up close to you. "hey, it's okay. that's a good thing, right? didn't it feel good?" he asked, his hand tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

slowly, you nodded, still looking away from chris. it did feel good, but it was still embarrassing! "..would um, would me fuckin' you maybe.. make you feel better?" he asked. though it was only really him wanting to deal with his throbbing boner. but also a part of him still wanted to make you feel good, or better than you do right now.

you nodded again, your back against the headboard of his bed. he leaned over, opening the top drawer of his bedside table. he took out a box of condoms, then taking one of the condoms out and placing the box back in the drawer without shutting it.

he held the condom with the plastic wrap between his teeth as he unbuckled his belt, unzipping his jeans and kicking them off as quick as he could. then finally taking off his boxers, revealing his cock to you.

your breath caught in your throat for a moment. you'd never seen a dick in person before. his looked pretty average in length, but it was thick and the tip was a more red color. there was already a tiny bit of precum dripping down his length.

he tore open the condom wrapper, tossing it to the floor. he rolled the rubber down on his cock, making sure it was on properly before returning between your legs. "are you ready?" he asked, lining himself up with your entrance.

you smiled a little bit. "yeah, i think so." you replied. and finally, chris pushed into you. you bit your lip to suppress a loud whimper, and chris gasped at the feeling of being inside of you.

chris moved to kiss you, his warm lips gentle against your own. "love your pussy s'much." he murmured against your lips as he slowly began to pull out, just to push back in.

he moaned into your ear, his arms wrapped around your waist as he began to fuck into you at a faster pace. the repetitive movements of his hips was too much for your already fucked out pussy, but it felt so good for both of you.

"you're so fucking tight.. 'nd wet.. fuck." he groaned, planting wet kisses on your neck. right on your sweet spot.

"a- ah!! there!!" you moaned as chris's cock hit right against the spongey spot inside of your cunt. he was fucking you so hard and fast, it was almost too much. too hard to think straight.

he licked his thumb, bringing it down to rub your clit. he kept a certain rhythm with his thrusting and rubbing, getting you close again. "chris!! please, jus' like that~!!" you whined, burying your face against his shoulder.

chris kept it up, fucking you just the way you wanted. "hngg, ah!" you moaned, reaching your orgasm again. you didn't squirt this time, but it still felt so good.

"j-- just a little more for me, please?" he moaned, getting sloppier with his thrusts. his hips were almost moving on there own as he plunged his cock as deep as he could while he came. "ahh-! hhaahnh~!! fuck!" he whimpered, his voice high. it was like his brain and body were both buffering like an old computer.

he stayed inside, even as his cock slowly softened. both of your breathing was erratic as you tried to calm down.

[eggwishing]

More !!! Im really fond of the two stitched looking things on the right. I want to design more of them. I’m feeling super inspired by Kanotynes …..

[zylphiacrowley]

Cat's Out of the Bag pt. 2

<previous - next>

[madwheelerz]

Y'know, I actually don't think Mike is completely clueless about his feelings for Will because from a writing standpoint, trying to speedrun a gay realization for a boy who grew up in a small town and a conservative household, get him together with the boy, get him through his acceptance arc all while trying to balance a supernatural storyline does not sound like something that can be opened and closed in 8 episodes.

Also, they've had 34 other episodes.

[yapwithkitz]

to think that i was so excited for a season finale just for it to end like this...they've massacred the character of every single one of them. every. single. one.

[starcurtain]

Another Haikaveh Fanfic I Want to Read

It's a 5+1 compilation but it's just all the super soft, embarrassingly domestic moments Alhaitham is daydreaming will happen after he and Kaveh finally get together (he is certain this is going to happen someday)... Plus the timeskip where the best one actually comes true, of course!

[voidlessmaze]

the last five chapters were extremely rushed and the ending feels generic and boring to me. like i literally joked about how there is going to be a timeskip, deku is gonna be a teacher and they’ll have a pull-out-your-ass solution about how deku can still be a hero. joked in a “this is too goofy” way just like ppl joked about “this is our hero academia”. this feels v?? goofy?? but in a not fun way for me

[rookflower]

ok yeah I finished the graphic novel and while I agree there's some pacing issues in here (starting around once they go to fight brokenstar) honestly they did such a fantastic job with what they had. I think basically all of my issues are with the original series or the inevitable pains of adaptation/presumed series mandates and limited page count

[chibikittens]

my secret little angsty headcanon than I'm like 99.9% sure has no chance of actually being legit is that SASASAP Siffrin's timeline didn't forget about the island/their home. And that, when they made their wish/ate that star, it somehow tied into the island being forgotten. Don't really have many reasons to back this up, I just think it adds another juicy layer of self-sacrifice to a story already seeped in self-sacrifice. The idea that pre-Loop Siffrin, whether intentionally or not, gave up on not just their version of their party, but their everything - their island, their country/culture, their relatives, memory, truly everything. Really just makes me foam at the mouth like a rabid dog.

[nevermeanttoknow]

hes a vast avatar to me for reasons

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i think the diamond dogs should play improv games just bc it would amuse me, an ex theater kid, specifically

[skuaclan]

skuaclan is not dead btw im still passionate about this blog im just fighting for my life (doing a university dissertation). will be back and see yous on the other side hopefully

[spicy-seaweed]

@whiteperle3 another Aria for you bestie!

@aria-diaries

(Sorry I forgot what I was supposed to tag 😭)

[champagnemoon]

I stumbled upon a video of tracee ellis ross talking about not being married and the comments were full of grown men frothing at the mouth and calling her wasted goods and it’s so funny because if she had caved to pressure and just married any man available she would probably be paying alimony to some loser right now like many of our legends lmaooo

[magstorrn]

every few years im reminded that the war of the worlds stage show exists which is never good because i always find something new to hate about it