#i think in the final release it’s a side effect of him getting hit by a car 2 year ago??

[chipjrwibignaturals]

i love david cages terrible writing he accidentally gave the protag of heavy rain a dissociative disorder while cutting plotlines and then doesn’t elaborate

[tinydefector]

Mirage Rut cycle

Gen 1 Mirage x human reader

Rut cycle masterlist

Fanfic masterlist

Word count:1.6k

Warnings: smut, Nsfw, Valveplug, oral, thigh fucking.

Woooo finally finished!!!

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Mirage couldn't help but smirk to himself as he ghosted after the oblivious human. Their sweet scent had beckoned him like a siren's song since he had re-entered the base, and his stealth systems ensured they remained none the wiser. A little fun couldn't hurt during such a tense ceasefire, could it? He synched softly as they wandered the halls, taking inventory of damages while he admired.

When a turn brought them to a dead end of the ark, he shimmered back into view, blocking their path with a predatory gleam in his optics. "Well little mouse got you" Mirage purred.

"All alone at last. Whatever shall we do?" His field pulsed with not so subtle heat, but the smile gracing his face has them smiling back at the mech. They laugh loudly as Mirage scoops them up Into his arms. "Omg you menace you could have given me a heart attack!" They shake their head before resting it against his plating.

Mirage snorted softly in amusement at their reaction. " It's not my fault if you organics are so jumpy," he replied loftily, a soft buzz leaving his frame. He gazed down at them comfortably cradled in his arms.

Their hands pressed to his plating left oily smudges, and he ‘tsk’ in mock disapproval. "Such a messy little thing. Perhaps you require...a thorough cleaning," he purred, plating heating as his optics flicker down the halls wondering how quickly he could have them back at his room.

Not waiting for a reply he sauntered off to his suite, plans already forming to enjoy his time with his little lover during his cycle, and Mirage always did so enjoy "deep cleaning".

They chuckle and lean into his touch. "Getting all worked up, are you handsome?" they tease softly, pressing a kiss to faceplate. The sweet scent of their hormones have his plating clamming up. He desperately wanted them.

Mirage chuckled, nuzzling the human with care. "This ceasefire has put us all on edge, but… I seem to have the best little distraction," he murmured. Gently lifting them onto the berth once the door shuts.

"Mmm, need a little release?" They hum while smooching him again, he can feel their scent rubbing onto his plating as they tease him. Mirage's engine revved eagerly at the playful teasing. "Minx," he chuckled, nuzzling them gently in return. "You know exactly how to get me going.”

Sliding a finger under their chin, Mirage gazed upon their smiling face with care, the playful banter between them bringing a sense of lightness to the moment. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"You like that I'm trouble, you flaunt me around in front of Smokescreen all the time, playing with fire. now that your in rut and cons are at base, be a shame if one of these seekers got their claws on your little human " they teased, knowing they had him hook line and sinker. He wouldn't let anyone else touch or have them and even less now that he was rutting.

"Ah, always stirring the pot, aren't you?" Mirage quipped, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The human's words hit a nerve, a mix of amusement and a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone. "Maybe I might just let Smokie have you, or Sunstreaker " he retorted, his optics glinting mischievously as he played along with the banter.

The sweet intoxicating scent of his little lover has Mirage nearly growling in want. "Ohhh possessive?" They tease him while pulling his faceplate towards them so they can kiss him, they drag their fingers down the side of his faceplate playing with the different plates.

"Better hurry if you don't want others to come crawling looking for me because they can smell me," they playfully urged, knowing the effect their scent had on him. "I think I can handle a little competition," he quipped, Despite the teasing, Mirage couldn't deny the possessive streak that ran through him.

The idea of others vying for his lover's attention only fueled his determination to keep them close, "Christ Raj I can literally smell the Ozone seeping off your plating, I didn't realise you were that horny" they state. Mirage's optics darkened with desire as he gazed at his lover, their scent intoxicating him beyond reason. "You have no idea how much I'm holding back" he growled, his voice laced with need and longing.

Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. They let out a surprised squeal as his lips and glossa trace over their throat and shoulder, their hands shooting out to cup his face as he crawls onto his berth above them. "Think I have a pretty good idea, can feel your spike pressed against me, horny bot" they coo as Mirage grinds against them.

"Oh, you think you have a pretty good idea just from that, do you?" he teased. They whine loudly while trying to hook a leg over his hip. "Raj.. you going to keep rutting against me Or actually fuck me?" They inquire, nails digging into his plating lightly scratching his paint.

"Oh, you're in quite the mood today, aren't you?. Frag you smell like you're in heat" he teased, the hunger in his optics unmatched as he stares down at them. With a low growl of need, Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a searing kiss.

"Mm my sweet little thing all wound up for me" he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with desire. A breathless moan leaves them as Mirage's servos move to begin undressing them, their skin prickles under his touch as goose bumps littler their body. They yelp when his cold servos grip their hips. "God your hands are cold!" His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "Just trying to cool you down a bit, can't have you overheating on me" he quipped, his touch sending shivers down their spine

His lips trace down their chest, glossa leaving a trail of lubricant in its wake as he tastes the hormones and pheromones. It has him leaning down closer to them, spike gliding against their stomach and thighs. Each moan and gasp from them only spurred Mirage on. With them guiding his every movement, Mirage couldn't help but let out a series of teasing whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

"Well, aren't you a delicious treat," Mirage purred, "Guiding me along, are we? I must say, you have quite the talent for leading me astray," he continued, his tone light and playful. They laugh only to moan again as he makes his way further down their body, lifting their hips as he cups his mouth around them teasing his glossa between their thighs.

Mirage's voice was a velvet whisper against their skin, mischief flicking in his optics as he smirks against their thigh. "Well, well, what do we have here?" His tone playful, his gaze meeting theirs as he slowly presses his glossa into them. "I do believe you're enjoying this, aren't you?" he teased.

They arch into each thrust of his glossa. With one servo firmly gripping their hips, Mirage's other servo ventured down to stroke his spike, the transfluid leaking from him leaves a light pink trail across their skin and the berth. a wave of pleasure washed over them, their moans mingling with Mirage's hungry growls.

With each stroke and caress, Mirage manorvers their body to press his face closer between their legs. "Fuck Mirage, please stop teasing" they huff out only to moan again as the mech thrust him glossa back into them, making them squirm against his hold as their hips arch and buck into each movement.

Mirage's smirk widened at their plea, " someone's getting impatient, I do love it when you beg," he teased, his glossa expertly gliding against their sensitive skin, tracing over their sex making them buck against him again. another whimper leaves them as he sucks a mark into their skin.

He slowly drags himself away from them, licking his lips as he trails his digits down their body, chuckling to himself before he cages them in. His other servo continues to work his spike, transfluid leaking out onto their nude body as he kisses up their chest. The trail of his digits down their body sent shivers of anticipation through them, their thighs spreading wider for him.

"You taste so good," Mirage's tone was filled with hunger and need. They whine again, arms grabbing his helm as they guide him. The slick sensation of his transfluid leaves a tingling sensation in its wake as he presses his spike between their thighs.

Mirage presses down against them, doing his best not to put too much weight on them as he picks up his pace. The sensation of their skin has him venting heavily, face pressed into their sweaty skin as he inhales their scent. It's enough to make Mirage choke out a cry when he finally overloads.

Mirage's engine hitched as they whined, their arms grabbing his helm in a desperate plea for more. He coating them in a bright pink fluid As he continues to move against them. Pressing kisses to their skin as he comes down from his high of an overcharged build up due to his rut.

they both gasped for breath, the air thick with the scent of their body and frame, sweat and coolant mixing together. They both lay there before they started to giggle. Only to squirm and fight back as Mirage's digits ran across their transfluid covered body. Taking what he could and slowly pressing it between their thighs. "Mirage!" They shout while wiggling trying to get away.

"Such a feisty one, aren't you?" He hums while continuing to press his digits into them. “That's its sweetspark. Primus you look good like this. Might have to lock us in for a bit because your working my systems up again” he rumbles while pulling them to rest against his chassis.

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[wonusite]

[7:51 PM]

thinking about besties jungkook and mingyu who are always there for you. who treat you so sweetly every time you see them. who always give you anything you ask for with the prettiest smiles on their faces. who act like their entire world revolves around you. who would do absolutely anything to have you in the way that they desire.

it’s not unusual for you to go over to mingyu and jungkook’s apartment after you go on a date. in fact, it’s more like a tradition at this point. what you fail to notice is that there’s something different about your usual protocol this time. maybe it’s because you’re still feeling giddy that for the first time in a long time, your date hadn’t been terrible. your two friends take notice of this immediately, and frankly, they don’t like it.

actually, they hate it.

“when are you going to let us meet him?” mingyu demands as jungkook cuddles into your side.

“uh—” you’re momentarily distracted by how your friend in nuzzling his face into your neck and tugging you closer so you’re practically on his lap. it takes you an embarrassing amount of time to finally look up at mingyu from where he’s standing and actually answer him.

“i think it’s too soon for us to meet each other’s friends—”

“but baby.” jungkook looks at you with his shimmering eyes that always make you weak. “how else will we know if he’s the right guy for you?”

you’re not sure how the sexual tension between the three of you got to this point, but it hardly matters anymore. all you can focus on now is how good it feels to have mingyu’s thick cock inside you while jungkook laps at your cunt. they’re both so eager in their movements, moaning and grunting like they finally received sweet relief.

“fuck,” jungkook groans as his tongue circles your throbbing clit. “look at you. dripping all over that cock like you can’t get enough.”

you can only let out a fucked out moan when mingyu’s thrusts start to get sharper and faster. his big hands are cupping your tits as his mouth licks and suck on your neck. it feels like you’re trapped in some blissful dream, but the way jungkook is keeping your spread open as mingyu fucks his cock into you reminds you that this is all too real.

“you like it that much, baby?” mingyu coos into your ear through a deep groan. “can’t get enough of this cock?”

you hear both men groan almost animalisticly when you cream all over mingyu’s cock with a loud moan. jungkook is quick to lick up all your release with a vigor that has you crying out his name. there’s a hunger in his eyes as he looks up at you that makes you clamp down on mingyu’s cock.

“gyu! want your cum!” you moan as they continue to pleasure you through your orgasm.

as always, your wish is their command. it only takes a few more pumps for mingyu to shoot his hot cum inside you, effectively painting every inch of your walls with his seed.

but they’re not done with you.

soon you find yourself licking the mixed releases off mingyu’s cock while jungkook pounds into you from behind. his thick dick is splitting you open so deliciously that all you can moan and whine around mingyu’s aching cock. jungkook grips your ass and spreads your cheeks to see how your tight cunt grips him and stains his cock with your cream.

“if you keep squeezing me like that, i’ll have to make a mess out of your little pussy.” jungkook groans as his hips start to snap, driving his cock deeper into you until it’s hitting your sweet spot. “fuck. that’s what you want isn’t it, baby? want me to stuff you full of my cum?”

you moan again and nod, slobbering all over mingyu’s throbbing cock as jungkook’s slick-coated balls hit your pulsing clit with every thrust.

“so cockhungry.” mingyu moans as he pets your hair. “all for us.”

“only for us.”

[theapangea]

Hanging on the Telephone

Lip Gallagher x innocent!reader

Part of the Every Little Touch Series

Summary: Phone sex with Lip Gallagher

W/C: 2k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!! Male and female masturbation

A/N: I know I've been MIA but here is a little Lip smut for making you wait so long you little pervs ;). This was a fun one to write and maybe there will be a part two to this story! This is part of my Every Little Touch Series with Lip x innocent!reader. My requests is currently closed but when it does open please feel free to suggest any ideas you have for this story or another one. Love you cuties!! <3

Finally you murmur, shuffling your snow covered boots through the carpeted floor. Struggling to strip your coat and shoes off at the same time. Trying to work quickly as the stale air of the house makes you start to sweat under your several layers.

Eyes sleepy, heavy, ready to collapse onto themselves as the coat and boots are soon forgotten about, taking the last several steps to your bed before plopping face first into the mattress. The plush blanket muffling your scream as you release all the built up stress from the stupid little day you are having. Though the scream seems not to be working.

Rolling over onto your back, arms laying delicately over your mid section. Eyes fixated on the ceiling, the weight on your shoulders grows heavy as the strain builds behind your eyes making it tougher to breathe. Cursing silently at your stupid, sad, pathetic fucking life. A small stream of tears trickle down your temples, squeezing your eyes sharply together, wishing everything and everyone away. 

Just need a little peace.

Just need a little release.

Taking a deep, slow breath as you let your mind wander. Rubbing your thighs together, the buzzing runs through your thoughts, suddenly landing on Lip. His causoled fingers running down your delicate skin. Absentmindedly touching the same spots he did while you continue to let your mind run wild. 

Breath hitches as your fingers grace the lining of your jeans. Arching your back as you imagine Lip placing small kisses down the side of your neck, a trail of wet warmth and deep bruising. Not really thinking much into what you are actually doing. But you missed his touch, even if you have only felt it once. Missed the way he made you feel, wanting to feel that way every single day of your life. Desperately wanting to feel that release again, wanting him to send you over the edge. 

The vibrating in your back pocket makes you jump from your skin. Almost as if someone has caught you in the act of thinking about the shared moment with Lip and what that would ultimately lead to. 

Lifting your hips in the air, your toes digging into the carpet as your hand struggles to grip the small device from the bottom of your pocket. The vibration is still buzzing, sending a quivering through your body. Finally pulling the device free, flipping the phone open to see Lip’s name displayed on the small screen and behind it a blurry picture you took of him on last year’s school trip to Cloud Gate (the big shiny bean in Chicago).

Instantly pushing the answer button and placing the phone to your ear. A half-whisper greeting escapes you as you wiggle your way to the top of your bed. Feeling a little embarrassed to be talking to Lip after you almost let yourself get off on the thought of him.

“Whatcha doing?’ Lip questions from the other end, you can hear the brush of smoke that hits the receiver.

“Currently,” Pausing for dramatic effect, “Succumbing to my self loathing, waiting for the universe to end it all.” You force out a life to make light of the situation.

His low chuckle as a response sends a shiver through your body, igniting the fire that grows between your legs. 

A smile lamenting itself firming onto your face. Lip has that effect on you, making this life feel a little less lonely. “And what might the famous Lip Gallagher be doing right now?” You ask, picking at the dirt underneath your nails. 

“Ya’know, just been thinking.”

“About what?” You inquire, hoping you already know the answer.

Stuttering over his words as he tries to form them into sentences, feeling a bump in his throat as he doesn’t know exactly how to say it, “Ab-about the other d-day…about you.”

Heat rises immediately to your cheeks, a full breath filling your lungs until they burn. A huge smile engulfing your features as you silently giggle to yourself. Happy beyond belief that he was thinking about you. 

“Yeah?” Is all you can muster to say as the air has fully exited your chest, leaving you laying there, basking in the bliss.

Carding a hand through his messy hair as he takes another drag of his cigarette. Lip’s body sprawled out over his bed as his voice hitches, “Can’t stop thinking about it.”

The words are music to your ears as you happily tap your feets against the soft comforter. He’s been thinking about you, thinking about what you both did together and he’s talking to you about it. 

“Have you been thinking about it?” He speaks softly into the phone, finally realizing that you have been silent a little too long.

“Maybe…” You’re a little embarrassed to admit it. Not because you didn’t want it to happen or that you are embarrassed of Lip in any way. You’ve just never been comfortable talking about any form of sex or pleasure before, especially talking about it with someone else. 

Another puff of smoke hits the receiver as you can hear Lip shift on the other end, “Any particular part?” He hums.

You’re hesitant at first, doing this stuff in person is one thing but having to talk about it is a whole other beast you’d never thought you’d have to overcome. But you want to talk about it with Lip, he makes you feel comfortable and wanted. He makes this experience way less scary than you had originally thought.

“Your hands,” You finally confess, the heat rising rapidly to your cheeks as you pull your legs to your chest, doing anything to hide.

He purrs against the receiver. “Where? Deep inside of you?”

“Lip.” You whine, embarrassed that he just said that out loud. He speaks about this stuff so plainly and bluntly that you almost don’t know how to act. Almost as if he gets a kick out of seeing you embarrassed.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been thinking about.” The words are heaven, laced in pure silk running perfectly over your body as the thought of Lip thinking about the way you felt under his grasp, the way his fingers curled expertly inside of you, the way you tasted, all innocent and pure. He can’t help not thinking about the way you relaxed under his touch and how he desperately wants to do it again. “Do you still feel that itch?”

The heat has not subsided yet from your cheeks as he keeps talking about it and you have to admit that the itch has truly never gone away. It was just in a deep little part of your brain, eagerly waiting for Lip to let it out. 

You hum as you stretch your legs out in front of you, squeezing your thighs together again.

“Like right now?”

Especially now.

“Are you going to do anything about it?” He questions. 

You huff, “I’m not really sure what to do.” You have to admit out loud which seems so silly at the moment. 

“It’s okay,” his tone is subtle, “‘member what I showed you?” 

Closing your eyes as his words whisper your mind into the amazing memory that you two share together. You could swear that you are currently there now, wrapped in Lip’s arms as he rubs your core into ecstasy. 

You hum against the phone, your tone is whiny as your other hand grabs at the rough fabric of your jeans. 

“Just touch yourself like that, tell me what you’re doing, how you’re feeling.” His voice calms you down.

Shaking your head as you murmur over the line, “Ok.”

Stumbling over your words as you struggle to take off your jeans while laying in bed, “I-I’m taking off m-my je-jeans…come on.” You angrily whisper to your jeans as you push them off.

Lip laughs on the other end at your struggle, able to picture you perfectly as the sounds of muffling come over the receiver. 

“I’m in my panties now.” You say to him.

He laughs again, this time more from the chest.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You whine, “I’m new to this.”

“Do you want me to talk instead?” He suggests.

“Yes, please,” You breathe a sigh of relief. Blessing that you won’t embarrass yourself any further. 

“One sec then,” Lip says before the phone goes silent. Jumping up quickly to rip off his shirt and jeans before grabbing the phone again, relaxing into the mattress. Lip’s hand is instantly on his cock when he gets back on the phone with you. “Ready.” He’s barely able to get out his words as his touch sends electricity through his body.

The pre-cum dripping slightly from his pulsing tip onto his stomach. He doesn't know how long he will last, his imagination has been getting him through the days, desperately wanting to touch every part of you, know every single detail.

You lightly breath out the word yeah, biting your lip in anticipation of what's to come next. 

“Slip your hand under your panties.” His almost demanding tone falls delicately on your ears. 

Your hand slips underneath your white, cotton panties. Fingers trailing over your mound, hesitant to touch too close to your burning center. A single whimper escapes you as you stop just short on meeting your needs.

“Good girl. Now touch that pretty little clit of yours for me.” Lip’s voice is paradise, guiding you on this journey of self-discovery. Begging, pleading for you to just slip your finger between your folds. 

The electric jolt of pleasure bursts through your body as your middle finger grazes over your sensitive nub. You whine heavily into the phone. Lip returns with a groan of his own, happily pleasuring himself, your whimpers are addicting as he strokes his aching cock. 

“How does it feel?” He purrs.

“Amazing.” Your chest falls as you sink a finger deeper between your folds, delicately teasing your entrance like Lip did before. Imagining that it’s his finger dipping graciously into your burning core. 

“But not as good as when I do it?” He questions, his words teasing you.

“Definitely not.” Grinding against your fingers, the confidence begins to trickle in as you try to talk dirty to him, “I wish it was you…touching me, your fingers deep inside of me.” Curling a finger into your dripping hole, struggling to accommodate your own finger this time. 

Adding more pressure to his grip as Lip’s hand falls down his length. Buckling his hips as he groans when you call his name, knowing that your holes are filled because of him. 

Lip’s name whispers from your mouth, between moans, whimper after whimper as he tells you to pick up speed, pumping your fingers deeper inside of your burning core. Back arching, fingers losing rhythm as you gasp one final time. White, hot flames filling your bloodstream as you scream Lip’s name into your empty room, cumming intensely onto your soaked fingers.

Lip follows you as he pumps faster and more rapidly as you say you’re picking up speed, face contorting into pure pleasure as one last pump sends him over the edge. The perfect white liquid shooting from his cock, landing onto his stomach. Stroking a couple more times as his breathes even out and a small laugh departs his lips

Your chest is heavy when the world starts to fall into place again. Cumming with you was absolutely the best sexual experience Lip has ever had.

The phone is quiet for a couple beats, neither of you knowing what to say or how to continue. 

And before either of you can continue a conversation, banging on the door from Lip’s end pulls you back to reality, “Lip, you're wastin’ all the minutes.” Fiona loudly calls from the other side of his locked door.

“Shit,” Lip curses from the other end, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, ‘kay?” 

He hangs up with a quick goodbye.

And then it was reality staring you right in the face when you realized that you’d have to face Lip at school tomorrow. Fuck. 

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[vaggieslefteye]

Alastor's facial expression journey as he says: "Almost makes one sentimental."

Interesting details: -The old radio effect on his voice clears up significantly as he says the words "almost makes." -The use of "one" as the subject of his sentence instead of "me." -Closing his eyes. Alastor decidedly does not look at this group of people while saying this line in particular, despite gazing fondly at them at the start. -Shaking his head. Alastor shakes his head a total of three times as he says the word "sentimental." Shaking one's head side-to-side is considered the universal gesture for no. -This entire moment happens in just over 2 seconds. (Not all frames of the animation are shown here) It's very blink-and-you'll-miss-it.

Of course I have my ideas as to what this could mean. However, attempting to truly prove anything via reading body language in fiction and/or real life is always a lost cause, given that it's pseudoscience and you can never know anything for sure with that information alone. So these are guesses based on what his body language may be suggesting given what we know of his personality, his history with the hotel gang, and the given context of this scene.

I can say this with confidence, though: I think something stirred in him here, and we're very lucky as the audience to have witnessed it.

Everyone during this "last night alive" scene is, in some way, acting with the idea that some or all of them will be dead the next morning. So there's a good chance for emotional provocation. It seems like not even Alastor is immune to it. Has he had these thoughts about getting attached to the group for an amount of time before this scene? Did it hit him right then and there? There's no way to tell. But either way, I think physically talking about it out loud can be a way for him to control it. He can acknowledge that the idea and possibility is there and real, but at the same time insist that it won't apply to him, even though it could.

And yet, it seems he can't look directly at them while acknowledging this hypothetical sentiment. Sometimes we as humans avert our eyes or shut them completely from things that cause discomfort. He also can't quite commit to saying "Almost makes me sentimental. / I admit, I could get accustomed..." and instead puts the burden of this scenario on "one," or, a person just in general. That's interesting. And shaking his head could mean a lot of different things: Is it to release tension? Is it him unconsciously emphasizing the "almost" in his statement, like saying almost, but not quite? Or in that same vein, trying to literally shake the idea of becoming sentimental off of his mind? Multiple of these? Who knows.

As for his voice becoming clearer... When asked during a Q and A if Alastor loses the static in his voice when he's being more honest/genuine, Medrano answered: "That's something I can't reveal. Obviously, that's a big tell." I guess the answer will come with time :)

With all that being said, I don't think these feelings he may be having here are that significant to him. At the end of the day, he's still egocentric as ever and, more than anything, wants his freedom from his deal and to be "pulling all the strings." Friendship with this group is simply a low priority or petty distraction to him at best, and something that could actively get in the way of these goals at worst. If anything, this scene served to plant a seed and provide crucial context for both the ambiguity of his feelings toward the hotel gang in general and for his verse in the song Finale - as well as provide setup for the next few seasons. Either way, it looks like he doesn't want to become attached to them and won't let himself, either.

IF there is sentiment present, this moment here is his attempt to nip it in the bud. Only time will tell whether he was successful or not.

[wheeboo]

tu es belle | yoon jeonghan

SYNOPSIS. in which you and jeonghan are invited to paris fashion week. PAIRING. idol!yoon jeonghan x idol gn!reader GENRE. fluff, secret relationship au, two suggestive lines if you *squint* WARNINGS. reader is wearing makeup, terms of endearment (angel, darling) WORD COUNT. 1.9k

requested by anon: hiii I have a request 🥺I was thinking about idol!oc x jh in Paris during a fashion week?��️👄👁️  like they’re together and they were both invited 🫣

notes: secret relationship w hannie just hits different yk.

You close your eyes as the makeup brush makes contact with the crease of your eyelid, your hands fiddling nervously on your lap with the material of the outfit you wore. You shouldn’t have any reason to be nervous𑁋you have done these kinds of events plenty of times.

But the only reason you felt this way is because your own boyfriend was pretty much right under your nose. Even though the two of you arrived in Paris in separate flights at different times, the thought that you know he is here in the same hotel as you gives you a mixture of anxiousness and excitement. You love knowing that he is here, but at the same time, you can’t help but think at the risk of getting caught together. 

Yet you can’t deny how much you’ve missed him. Your schedules have been filled to the brim and it’s been so long since you spent the day being in his arms, and risking your careers by going on dates together. There have been so many close calls, but somehow, fate had kept your secret intact. But now, being in such close proximity, the temptation to run to him the moment you lay eyes on him only grows stronger.

As the makeup artist finishes her work, you thank her and watch as she exits your room. The soft evening glow of the city of Paris filters through the large, lavish window, casting a natural warm ambiance throughout the hotel room. Soon, you would have to leave to attend Paris Fashion Week, where you would meet other celebrities and idols... as well as Jeonghan.

And speak of the devil, the moment you hear your phone ring, you run over to it instinctively, eyes lighting up to the sight of Jeonghan’s name.

“Hannie?” You lower your voice down, even though you were the only person in the room. “Are you alone right now?”

“I wouldn’t be calling if I wasn’t,” Jeonghan responds teasingly. “I miss you, angel.”

You settle yourself down at the edge of the bed, releasing a contented sigh. “I miss you more.”

“Are you all prepared and ready?”

You take a glance at yourself in the mirror, swaying your body from side-to-side to admire your outfit. “I am. Just finished doing my makeup, so you called at the right time.”

You swear you can see the smirk playing at his lips. 

“Hmm, I wish I could be in your room right now, see how beautiful you look, take you all in for myself...” Jeonghan says, drawling his words out purposely. “but you know I also love surprises.”

You feel the heat spread throughout your face. He knows the effect he has on you. It never takes him long for you to be wrapped around his finger. 

“You are just... a menace,” You murmur, but you know he hears you.

Jeonghan chuckles, the sound making your heart swell. “Can’t help it, angel. It’s so easy for you to take my breath away.”

Before you can respond, a knock at your door startles the words out of your mouth. And when you look down at the time displayed on your phone, you realise that it’s your cue to leave and probably Jeonghan’s too.

“I’ll see you tonight, okay?” You quickly say into the phone. “I love you.”

As you utter those words, you can imagine Jeonghan's warm smile on the other end of the line. "I love you too, darling. See you tonight.”

Hanging up, you let out a relieved breath before approaching the door, frowning at the bittersweet ache to your heart. When you finally open it, it reveals your manager who tells you that you need be down in the lobby in a few minutes. 

You nod and swiftly grab the designer-branded bag that you were representing. The thought of seeing Jeonghan lingers in the back of your mind. Even though you can’t be seen fully interacting with him, you wanted to at least be close enough.

Following your manager down to the lobby, you feel the anticipation boiling. The sound of your shoes against the marble floor echoes through the corridor as you make your way downstairs. You notice the lively business outside, already seeing a multitude of cameras all clicking and flashing at a few celebrities and fashion icons before disappearing into the crowd. You try to look if you can see Jeonghan anywhere, but you have no luck. Gosh, where could he be?

As you near the entrance, you take in a deep breath and mentally prepare yourself for the onslaught of people coming your way. And the moment you step outside, you are immediately engulfed by a sea of flashing lights and fans trying to pry their way through.

“Y/N! You look so beautiful tonight!”

“Oh my gosh, is that really Y/N?”

“They look so elegant!”

The voices of the fans and photographers merge into a jarring abundance of white noise. You smile graciously to as many as you can, acknowledging their presence while staying focused on navigating through the chaos. The vibrant energy of the crowd buzzes around you as you find yourself breathing in the evening air of the bustling Paris streets. 

Despite the chaos surrounding you, your heart still longs for a glimpse of Jeonghan𑁋just something, anything. You march through the crowd, and your eyes scan each face, hoping to catch sight of any familiar features. You know he is here. Somewhere. 

Suddenly, nearing the entrance to the Carrousel de Louvre, you overhear voices calling out a familiar name. 

“Yoon Jeonghan! Yoon Jeonghan!”

“Wow, he’s so much more handsome in person.”

It makes you come a halt, and you look back to see a frenzy of fans surrounding a figure heading slowly in your direction. And when your eyes catch sight of his familiar dark hair, you feel your heart skip a beat.

His outfit consists of all black: a chic, trendy oversized peacoat and some black pants and leather boots. Yet even despite the solid colours, he always manages to stick out of the crowd. His beauty is unmatched, and his aura radiated an ethereal charm that captivated the eyes of everyone around him. But he captured more than your eyes; he captured your heart as well. 

As Jeonghan nears and you stay put in your spot, the two of you meet gazes, and for a split moment, the world around seems to fade away. A spark of recognition bursts in his face, and a soft smile plays at his lips as he takes in your beauty with his eyes in while coming closer. 

Your thoughts tell you to approach him, to draw him into your arms for a heartwarming hug that you deeply cherished, but you both know you can’t do that. Not in front of all these people.

With a heavy heart, you muster a smile and give Jeonghan an acknowledging nod as he strides past you and inside the building, your shoulders slightly brushing against each other. It's a silent understanding between the two of you that you must maintain the façade at least until the end of the night.

Releasing a sigh, you wait a few moments before walking inside as well.

Inside the Carrousel de Louvre, the world transforms into a universe of high-class fashion and elegance. The grandeur of the venue makes you gasp as you take in the regal appearance of the runway. You sense the eagerness in the air as models, designers, celebrities, and other idols talk amongst each other, all ready for the showcase.

You find yourself talking and greeting a few recognisable faces, but not enough to strike a conversation. Plus, you were more focused on one task only: finding Jeonghan.

As you navigate through the sea of attendees, you realise everyone beginning to take their seats. You feel the panic arise as you try to look around for an available seat somewhere, but it didn’t help that other people were doing the same as you.

However, your eyes settle on an empty seat next to a familiar face. It's Jeonghan. The realisation hits you like a wave𑁋surprise and nervousness. Sitting next to Jeonghan would mean risking exposure, but jeez, how did every seat manage to be taken in a matter of seconds? 

Letting the courage takeover, you approach the seat next to him, trying to remain composed despite the fluttering in your chest. You see the surprised look to his face once he turns his head and catches sight of you walking up to him. A knowing smile dances on his lips as he scoots over slightly to make space for you.

You sit down next to him, chest tense with nervousness but also a sense of relief. The proximity of him next to you sends a surge of warmth through your body.

Jeonghan glances curiously in your direction, leaning in ever so slightly to be able to whisper, “You look beautiful tonight.”

A blush rises to your cheeks as you meet Jeonghan's gaze for a moment before looking away.

“And... you look stunning tonight as well,” You reply shyly.

Jeonghan's eyes flicker with mischief. "We make quite the pair, don't we?"

Ever the tease, You think, shaking your head playfully, but you can’t help the grin at your lips. 

The two of you don’t say anymore words after that, just exchanges of stolen glances and affectionate smiles. 

As the lights begin to dim, everyone shoots their gazes towards the runway, voices fading into hushed silence. Your eyes follow the first model that paces down the runway, entranced by their alluring presence and the way they seem to command the runway so easily as they showcased their outfits. As more models travel down the runway, you find yourself immersed in the show. 

But in the midst of all this, you feel your hand grazing against Jeonghan’s between your seats. Your breath hitches nervously at the touch as you struggle with the dilemma of interlocking with his or taking it away. His presence resembled a magnet; your heart yearned for him as much as he does for you.

So you let your hand lock with his, the underlying fear of someone seeing briefly taking over, but the gentle squeezes he gives reassures those thoughts away.

As the fashion show unfolds before you, your focus shifts between the runway and Jeonghan, an admiring smile to your face as you take in the impeccable beauty of both. This is a little secret that only the two of you know. Sometimes you wish you can love for the whole world to see, but maybe you weren’t ready for that just yet. You and Jeonghan felt perfectly content in the shared intimacy of each other’s presences.

You didn’t need the world’s validation to tell you how and who to love.

As the show reaches its finish and the final model takes their last walk down the runway, the crowd erupts into applause. You and Jeonghan, along with everyone around, all stand up to give applauses of your own, but you have to sneakily let go of each other’s hands.

When the crowd begins to disperse, you feel a hand grab your arm and pull you to the side. You turn to see Jeonghan as he leads you away from the crowd. He brings you to a secluded corner of the venue away from the bustling sounds of the fashion show.

“Hannie? What are you doing?” You whisper, feeling the paranoia sink in.

“Put on some comfortable clothes when you get back to your room,” Jeonghan tells you quickly. “We’re going on a date.”

You lift a suspicious eyebrow. “But what if we get caught𑁋”

"We won't get caught, I promise.” He gives you a warm smile. “Trust me, angel."

You feel the hesitation, but you couldn’t say no. You have been missing him for way too long to say no. Being apart has been torture.

And so you nod. “Okay, I’ll be ready.”

Jeonghan lets his eyes rake over you once more, drinking every inch of your form, finally getting the opportunity to properly check you out. A smirk crosses his face.

Then he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can’t wait to have you all for myself tonight.”

taglist (open) ʚɞ @enhazen @haowrld @ylliris-hanniehae

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

hellooo, i would like to proudly announce that i absolutely love your work, like it’s amazing - you’re amazing

anywho

can you write a soft dom seungmin smut please

you may take that very vague prompt and run with it 😭

i just need soft seungmo in my life rn

- much love, kenzie <3

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader Word count: 650 Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: Seungmin is a troll, unprotected sex(erm use protection), name calling >.> (dirty baby, puppy, nun else fr), ironic name for how he goes abt things... >.> i think thats all... (im bad at warnings lord help me-)

Gentle kisses were peppered on your neck by the man who sat in bed beside you.

You looked up from your phone at Seungmin. "May I help you puppy?"

He smiled innocently at you.

You hummed and looked back at your phone, effectively getting a pout from the man. You smiled to yourself as Seungmin grabbed you gently around the waist and pinned you to the bed.

"Stop ignoring me." He muttered, kissing your neck gently.

"'M busy." You muttered.

"Looking at shoes is important?" He made a face.

"Mhm." You kept scrolling until he gently pried your phone from your fingers, laying his head gently on your chest.

"More important than me?" He pouted.

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair. "No."

Seungmin smiled and moved up kissing you gently.

You wrapped your arms around him and he hummed against your lips, mouth curving into a smirk. His hands traced down your sides before sliding under your shirt, he looked at you with an incredulous look, "No bra?"

You ruffled his hair. "Nuh uh."

He smirked and lifted your shirt. "You're so pretty y'know."

You blushed and kissed him softly. "You're prettier."

He chuckled softly and kissed your neck before lifting your shirt off. Kissing your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth, he pinched the other gently. You arched your back into him, whining softly.

"You want me to make you feel good?" He pulled at your nipple.

You nodded and moaned.

"Say please." he smiled lazily at you.

"Please." You pouted.

"Please what?" He tilted his face.

"Please fuck me." You batted your eye lashes innocently.

"Dirty girl." He pulled your panties off and groaned at the sight of your already wet sex, rubbing your clit gently. "Dirty baby wants me to fuck her?"

You whimpered and nodded. "Please Seungminnie!"

"How can I say no when you look so cute?" He kissed you gently and pushed two fingers into you. "So wet already, this is really all mine?"

You cried a groan of frustration and gripped the sheets. "Please."

"Oh, don't cry baby." He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "I haven't even started yet."

"Then start." You rolled your eyes.

He grabbed your face gently. "Being rude?"

"Nuh uh." You pouted.

He kissed you gently before moving to remove his clothes. You stared at him slightly in shock at how perfect your lover was.

He smiled his big puppy smile. "Like what you see?"

You made a face and he pounced on you, the room becoming filled with you soft panting and whimpers as Seungmin lips attacked your neck. You gasped as sucked a bruise just under your ear.

"Can I put it in?" He breathed.

You nodded and he spread your legs, rubbing his tip against you. You bucked and he gripped your hips, holding you down. You started whining but he finally pushed into you.

He groaned against your neck. "So tight."

"Seungmin!" You whimpered.

"Shh." He pulled out slowly before moving in again, and again, before he set a steady rhythm, moving faster into you, panting softly.

You moaned and held onto him tightly, nails digging into his shoulders as he hit your g-spot, getting a high pitched moan from you.

He smiled and moved faster, hitting your g-spot over and over, until you were seeing stars.

"Seungmin!" You squealed, "I'm gonna-"

He kissed you hard, his cock bullying into you, and you came hard around him. He moaned and grunted as you pulsed around him, his thrusts growing sloppy, before he finally came hard, releasing in you. "So good, oh my god..." He slumped over you for a moment.

You whimpered as he pulled out, walking to your bathroom and returning a moment later with a cloth to clean you. After he cleaned you, he got into bed beside you and kissed you gently along the neck.

[storiesfromafan]

Ride - Benny x Reader

A/N: finally finished the next part of whatever I call this is haha.

Previous: Drinks, Persistent, Insane

Prompt: I think I have fireflies where my caution should be.

When you awoke at seven thirty the same morning as dealing with a persistent, insane Benny Cross, you were flooded with memories which brought on butterflies. And with every moment from then till you left your house, those butterflies just seemed to grow. Every step closer to where the Vandal should be waiting for you, you grew excited yet nervous. You were also worried he might not even be there as you were running late, due to your mothers insistent questioning on where you were off too.

The whole morning you had spent it either tip-toeing around last night’s date, or telling white lies to save yourself. Ultimately you told her you were hanging out with a few girl friends today, which she happily accepted. But she did not let up on Stewart. Still trying to sell you on him, even when you told her it wouldn’t work. And for good reason, your constant shadow aka Benny. As well as the attraction between you both. Teetering on the edge of you resisting him and giving in. Which makes today a real trial for you.

You wanted to be a good daughter and a good woman. But the want to be bad was still there. The want to give in to who you wanted to be. The want to just go f’ it to society. But most of all, there was a need for Benny. The need to have him look at you with those beautiful blue orbs of his. The need to have witty and sassy exchanges. The need to be close. And the need to have his hands and lips on you.

Rounding the corner to where you told Benny to meet you, you were half relieved he was there and half disappointed. Part of you wanted him to think you were standing him, he would give up and that would be it. Temptation removing itself from your life. But there he was. Leaning on his bike, cigarette in hand as he looked off into space, like nothing really mattered.

As you got closer, Benny snapped back to reality. His beautiful blues looking you up and down, a soft smile gracing his lips. Taking one last drag of his cigarette, he flicked it off to the side as he exhaled. The way the smoke left his lips, it was hypnotising. You stopped when you were an arms length from Benny and his bike.

“Afternoon Princess" Benny said sweetly. “I thought ya must be standin’ me up".

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t think I wasn’t tempted too". Liar.

He chuckled. “Hmmm, if i was waitin' for much longer, I would've just showed up at your house. And knocked on ya door". He winked.

You glared at him. “No you wouldn’t have".

“Oh? Ya sure Princess?” Benny challenged.

“Yes" you replied simply. “Because if you did, you know I wouldn’t go anywhere with or near you". It was a bluff, but you had to stay strong.

He laughed getting up from his leaning position and took a few steps closer to you. He looked deeply into your eyes, searching them. Silently you battled each other. You were doing everything to not show him how he was effecting you. Your heart was racing from the intensity right now. His piercing gaze was making your knees weak. Yet you stood tall and strong.

Then Benny stepped back, smile on his face. “Come on Princess. The open road awaits".

When he turned from you and headed back to his bike, you released the breath you had been holding. Heart still racing, butterflies full flutter in your stomach. Without a word you followed Benny, taking his hand and getting on the back of his bike. Again you wrapped your arms around his waist, grasping his t-shirt. Your denim clad legs resting against Benny's. Which wasn’t as thrilling as bare legs on denim. But you thought it would be smart to wear jeans and a sweater, over a dress.

Once ready, Benny pulled away from the curb and headed out of town. Hitting the road outside of town, where it was open fields and farms, Benny really opened up the bike. The new speed made you grasp his shirt tight, arms growing tighter around his waist. You clung to Benny, scared by the increased speed.

Smiling to himself, Benny was enjoying the feeling of having you closer. It wasn’t his intention to scare you, he hated that you were scared, but feeling how close you were made him happy. You have been keeping him at a distance, fighting him. But he could tell you were wearing down. He patted your hands with one of his gloved ones, silently telling you that you were alright with him. And he brought the speed of his bike down, a sign that you were his priority.

You relaxed when the speed dropped almost back to what you were comfortable with. Yet you didn’t pull away from Benny. You enjoyed the feel of him, the heat from his body. You finally looked around you both, watching how everything went by. Feeling the wind licking your skin, and how all you could hear was the rush of wind. It was soothing in its own way, like it drowned out your thoughts. And all you could focus on was the man before you. Laying your cheek against Benny’s back, you enjoyed the ride.

Benny rode to two towns over, stopping to refuel and for you both to have something quick to eat, before getting back on his bike and riding back to your town. As soon as you got on his bike, you moved closer to him and holding on to him. And once he hit the open road Benny tried going faster again. At first you held him tightly, but this time you could relax a little bit. He smiled, knowing you were warming up to it. And definitely him.

When the sight of the sign welcoming you to your town went past, you frowned knowing you were almost back to your drop off place. And your time with Benny was coming to an end. You should be happy about that, you could get off his bike and say see ya. But you didn’t want that. You wanted to keep going, free on the road. And with him.

Just like that you knew this was it. You couldn’t deny it anymore. You wanted Benny. You wanted this gorgeous man for yourself. Which meant ruffling a lot of feathers. You feared when your parents find out. When you felt Benny’s gloved hand on yours once more, like he knew what you were thinking, you knew he would be there for you.

Finally pulling up where you’d both taken off from, Benny parked his bike before cutting the engine. Neither of you moved for a few minutes. Just taking in the soft sounds of the street and enjoying how close you both were. Reluctantly, you moved back, letting go of Benny, yet your hands remained on his waist. Something he noticed but didn’t say a word about. Eventually he held out his hand, and you hesitantly took it, before getting off the bike. Benny remained where he was.

“You alright Princess?” Benny asked, seeing you looked to be in thought.

“Hmm?” You said before looking to the man before you. “Yes...just thinking".

He chuckled. “About what? Me?”

You looked to Benny’s eyes, seeing in them worry. “Yes" you admitted freely. “I think I have fireflies where my caution should be”.

A look of confusion washed over his face, unsure of what you meant by those words. “I don’t follow Princess...”

For the first time you shot him a small, warm smile. You didn’t say anything, you just stepped closer to the Vandal. You brought a hand up, cupping his cheek. The feel of his stubble scratching your palm. Your warm skin soothing Benny. But then you leant in, placing a soft kiss to the corner of his lip. It lasted a few seconds. Pulling back you looked into Benny’s eyes, then you removed your hand and stepped back from the man.

“Thanks for the ride Benny" you broke the silence. “I’ll see you around soon".

With that you turned and headed home. Those butterflies fluttering so much you felt like you were floating. You smiled joyously. It wasn’t smart to give into Benny, but you couldn’t let him go now. Now that you’ve had a taste of him.

Benny watched you walk away. And when you turned down your street, he snapped out of it. Lifting his bare hand to the corner of his lip, finger tips touching were you’d kissed him. He smiled, chuckled at this giddiness in him. Finally, his Princess was coming around to him.

[playing-with-dax]

Male demon + reader

18+ - oral (reader receiving) - sensitive horns

(mentions clit and pussy, no insertion. No gendered terms)

read the penis version here

Your demon is so eager to pleasure you. All day he's been coming up behind you, grabbing your waist. Telling you how good you smell and how wild you make him. Begging to taste you and please you until you can't think straight.

Finally he can't take it any longer and leads you to the bedroom.

Once he touches your bare waist he can't help himself and slides his hands down your hips and under the waist of your pants. He's so eager he doesn't know where to put his hands. He grabs your ass, squeezes your hips, and begins to slide his fingers between your legs but stops. He hovers, not wanting to go any further without your permission.

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He kisses your neck, his hot breath giving you chills. He gently nips at your collar bones as he slides his hands under your shirt. You follow his lead and strip your shirt off.

You grab your waistband and drop your pants to the floor. You're already wet, and he can tell.

He sits you down on the edge of the bed and gets on his knees before you.

"Please, I want you so bad I can't think. Let me take care of you."

You smile and kiss him. You slip your underwear off and toss them to the side before laying back and spreading your legs for him.

He places his hands on your knees, eyes roaming your body, and lets out a sigh that sounds like he's been holding his breath all day.

He nibbles his way up the inside of your thigh. He's trying so hard to go slow and make this last, but when you let out your first small moan it flips a switch.

He grabs your hips and pulls you towards him. He seals his mouth around your clit. He's ravenous.

He sucks gently on your throbbing bud while his tongue circles it.

He works up and down your slit, exploring every spot that makes your back arch and rewards him with the sounds of your pleasure.

"Fuck you're so hot. You taste so good I can hardly handle it" he breathes before going back to your needy clit.

His mouth is so hot. He's so skilled with his tongue. Your head is getting fuzzy, and knowing that he enjoys pleasuring you this much makes it so much better.

You're starting to get close.

You arch your back as he hits a sweet spot and reach to put your hand in his hair. Instead your hand lands on his horn.

When you establish your grip on his horn he moans. A deep sound that rumbles through you. His grip on your hips tightens. He releases your clit, and pants heavily against you. He looks up at you with a desperate expression.

"Oh?~ Does that feel good?" You tease as you gently make a small circle with your thumb.

His eyes roll. He bites his lip and moans again as he leans towards your touch. When you stop he looks up at you again and nods sheepishly.

He plants a few nibbling kisses on your thighs before going back to your pussy. He's determined to try and focus on you.

The sensation of his tongue against your clit is more intense after the brief break. You can't help yourself. You arch your back and grab both horns.

"mmMMmfuck"

He moans against you and shudders.

His efforts to pleasure you intensify. As he brings you closer to the edge you begin making little circles with your thumbs again.

He whimpers and grips your hips. Never stopping his tongue circling and flicking your clit over and over, sending jolts through your body.

You're almost there.

You make slightly bigger circles. Applying a little more pressure. You can feel that he's rolling his hips. Desperately humping the air as he continues to eat you out.

Is he going to cum just from this?

The idea excites you. You slide your hands slowly up to the tips of his horns and back down to the base, twisting slightly.

"mmMMMH!"

His fingers dig into you. His whole body shudders as he cums from your touch.

Knowing the effect you have on him from such a simple touch. Feeling his moans against you. His tongue never stopping. It's enough to drive you over the edge too.

Waves of pleasure shoot through you as you cum for your beautiful demon. Your moans rewarding him.

When your orgasm passes he drags his tongue up your belly, kisses the crook of your neck, and lays beside you.

"Did you have a good time?" He coos in your ear

"Mhm, very much so" you breathe as you reach for his jaw and pull him in for a kiss.

"So. Horns huh?"

He blushes and looks away.

You'll definitely be using those again in the future.

click here to see how he reacts to having his tail played with 😉

[wriothesleysgf]

it's rare that the league of villains gets to celebrate their victories, and this bar visit is certainly one that you'll remember. — DABI & F ! READER.

notes | [ex]plicit content - minors dni. established relationship, in public, thigh riding, heavy dirty talk ,pet names (puppy, darling, sweetheart), some degradation.

wc | >1k

all of your whiny pleas and empty threats fell upon deaf ears. after another successful league mission, a few of you ended up in a scummy dive bar on the outskirts of town — at least there they wouldn't question why a walking crocodile, frankenstein and his bride, an old-school clown, mister mood swings, and a bubbly girl with bloodstained garments walked in.

dabi had you sat on his lap in the corner of the booth you'd commandeered earlier on. one of his arms was wrapped around you protectively, with his hand resting under your baggy sweater, and the other nursed his beer. what wasn't obvious to those around you, was that his palm wasn't splayed out and settled against the small of your back, like one would assume, it was instead toying with the hem of your panties.

though he never made a move to touch you too indecently, the salacious whispers and rhythmic bouncing of his thigh had you reduced to putty in his hands. you moved your hips against him, desperate for some kind of friction between your legs. since you'd chosen to wear a skirt, you could feel the rough denim of dabi's jeans through the sheer underwear that you wore.

"needy fuckin' pup, ain't ya?" dabi bit your earlobe as he spoke in a low voice. "grindin' on my thigh, with all these people watching... what a filthy whore you are. want me to touch you, darlin'? bet y'r thinking about my fat fucking cock splitting you in half, makin' that pretty little cunt mould around me..."

his words had the desired effect. your movements sped up. in order to supress the moans threatening to escape your throat, you had no choice but to bite down on your bottom lip.

"i know you'd enjoy it if i threw you on this table and fucked you f'r everyone to see. let 'em all know you're mine, my dirty puppy, yeah? want me to claim you with a little audience, mutt? just thinkin' about you creaming on my cock in front of people 's making me hard, doll..."

dabi's hand slid further down your back, feverishly groping at your ass. he helped you maintain your pace as you bucked against him, frenzied movements practically begging for a release.

your boldness, a dying spark that began to fizzle out, however, as you hid your face in dabi's neck. his scent, a strange concoction of smoke, ash, and whiskey overwhelmed your senses, such intoxication only driving you to continue chasing your high.

"oh, sweetheart," your boyfriend adjusted himself to growl in your ear. "is my nasty pup goin' all soft on me?" he chuckled darkly, and although you couldn't see his face, you could feel the stapled smirk staring down at you. "c'mon, i wanna see if you can cum like this. i want you to finish getting yourself off on my thigh, mutt, you can do that, can't you? be good f'me, maybe i'll take you home and fuck you like the bitch in heat i know you are, yeah? or would you rather i take you out back to that alley... could hold you up against the wall and fuck y'r brains out... keep playin' with ya until you squirt all over my cock, make a big ol' mess, you'd like that. bet there's a big fucking mess in those cute panties you have on... god, i can feel ya tremblin'. go on, cum f'me, puppy,"

your orgasm hit as if it was the period to dabi's final command. he kept a firm hold on you, not wanting anybody to see you so vulnerable despite his prior words. the villain kissed your forehead as you unfurled from your current position, showing an oddly affectionate side that he reserved for your eyes only.

"they alright?" spinner interrupted, handing dabi an unopened bottle. "it looked like they were shaking,"

your face heated up, looking at dabi in a panic. he played it calm and collected as always, mentioning that it was likely the exhaustion from the mission and its prep taking a toll on your body, and that the two of you would be calling it a night early.

as the reptile turned around, you were still trying to combat the embarrassed disposition, which certainly wasn't made easier by dabi's following words.

"c'mon, darlin'. if you think that's the only time y'r cumming tonight, you're one stupid pup,"

[bengiyo]

Blue Canvas of Youthful Days: We’re Entering the Spiral

As much as I really enjoyed episode 9, it’s clear that we’re about to face some big problems. I am holding out hope that they have a plan, but they set up some pretty worrisome flags.

First, they flagged possible multi-year separation. The introduction of Qi Lu’s friend and mom to provide an out of country outlet from the violence of the dad worries me, especially because they showed us a really beautiful future where our leads are pursuing their creative endeavors during the day and enjoying their romance at night. Like so many decisions with this show, it feels like a tactical choice to make sure some version of happiness reaches the audience.

Then, they introduce Lao Liu’s friend, who read that man for filth, read him for blood, in five minutes. We got to see Liu run around after Tan Lin. I kinda laughed during their little romantic montage because it made me think of the Gay Love Montage from Shelter (2007).

Third, they had Xiao Rui serve as the first person in their immediate circle react to their relationship with essentially, “I am not a villain,” feels so pointed. That actress is also a producer on this show, and I really respect her putting her face on her work and saying tot he camera that she is here for people like us. I don’t know what may come of the end of this because of some of the domestic challenges their facing, but I will remember how I felt in that moment when her character said that she would sort her own romantic disappointment privately and not make it a burden for the gays. Someone is going for the Yihwa Best Girl Award.

Fourth, the mom. Of all the pieces this episode, this felt the most rushed. I was chatting with @lurkingshan after the episode about how effectively this landed, and I feel like they perhaps forced this resolution a bit. I enjoyed seeing Qi Lu say something to her that had clearly been sitting in his soul, but it’s clear we don’t have enough time in this show to save their eventual reconciliation for a future scene. With Qi Lu intimating that the dad might kill him, I’m hoping they introduced her to the screen as a release valve for the dad blowing up when our boys are inevitably outed.

Finally, Qi Lu’s friend is well meaning and supportive, but kind of a dumbass about the documentary he’s making. They walked into gang territory with a camera and are going to get hurt. I’m glad the gang plot has merged into the main drama so it doesn’t feel wasted, but after dealing with the Unknown roulette earlier this year, I am not keen on more gang violence on gays. Still, I like the polite way told Qin Xiao he was on their side, and I really loved Qi Lu teasing Qin Xiao about his jealousy.

You can tell they had a lot of ground to cover in this episode to set up their final arc, because we had so little time with the art classes, and we didn’t see Turtle at all. I’m a bit sad that we didn’t see him this week, because I was hoping he’d come through for our boys when shit hits the fans. I’m hoping that because they still mentioned him this week he’ll have his moment. I have my fingers crossed that this show doesn’t gut us, but I am doing to keep in my heart the clear signs from this show that they do care about us.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

ok some freaky scenario in my head right now...

(cw: exhibitionism kink, lemon writing (not detailed but still))

maybe it's after a mission and killer and dust are in the same room idling around. then killer gets bored and glances at dust with a particular look on his face. killer does a kabedon on dust and it's super effective! killer is all smarmy like "hey babygirl~" and dust wants to punt him so badly but also he cannot lie - this scene is kinda doing something to him.

and dust's hands bunch around killer's shirt, twitching, unsure if he wants to push killer away or pull him close. after some time, with much of killer's incessant dirty talk, dust finally pulls him in. and they just start having freaky sex against the door right there and then, both panting and moaning and dust trying to keep it down because they're still in a public space.

and then there's a knock on the door, and dust freezes in place, making killer stop too. it's horror on the other side, grumbling, "killer, you done in there or what?"

"almost," killer replies, his voice breathy and his eyes still trained on dust's face. "give me a few minutes and i''ll finish."

and killer starts moving again inside dust, slowly but surely, regardless of their other teammate just on the other side of the door they're having sex against. and dust just stares at killer in disbelief, but he can't help the arousal building in him. he covers his mouth to stop his moans coming through.

"you got what nightmare ordered?" dust can hear horror's voice travel through the wooden layer.

"yup. just need to clean up a bit here. have some other business to attend to."

dust can't understand how killer's voice can remain so cheerful and stable despite the act they're in right now. a particularly hard thrust has dust let out a tiny squeak and the door gives a thump as he whimpers.

"... what's that?"

"just banged my leg against the desk. nothing to worry about, handsome~"

there's nothing but silence on the other end. then sounds of shuffling. and then everything is quiet again. killer leans into dust's face, whispering.

"figured he's gone?"

dust removes his hand away from his mouth. his chin and his hand are covered in saliva. he glares half-heartedly at killer.

"... fucking... asshole..."

killer hums, "yeah, i'm fucking you right now, dustbunny," killer gives a thrust that almost leaves dust unbalanced on his toes. "also, don't think i didn't notice how tight you were gripping onto me earlier. someone's got a kink~"

whatever protests dust have is swept away in his moans and little breathy 'aah-aah' sounds, increasingly louder as he feels killer hitting his spot. his hands grab onto killer's jacket from behind, trying to force him move closer, harder, faster. killer happily obliges, burying his face in dust's neck as he nips at the bones there.

they go at it for a while, becoming more frantic and desperate, uncaring of the open space surrounding them. dust can feel it so close. so close already. he opens his mouth, ready to urge killer to-

"you guys done in there or what?"

horror's bored voice echoes through the door, making dust tense up and see white little stars in his vision. he gasps, trying to come down from the high as he feels killer release inside of him and purr contently against his chin. dust's legs feel like jelly, and he would fall over if not for killer's tight hold on him.

"coming, big guy~" killer cheers. "we're done here. hope you got a great show."

"it was okay."

"just okay?!" killer gasps, all fake indignation. "didn't know you have such high standards for entertainment. maybe dusty can show you some next time."

dust has never wanted to hit killer's smug face so hard right now. but, he has to stop his bodily tremors first, still sensitive in its aftershock. and then, he'll have his revenge on killer the moment he least expects it. for sure.

[quinncupine]

Stupor

I guess I stuffed all my fluffy fics away for a rainy day so here's another one!

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X Reader

Word Count: 950

QUINN’S MASTERLIST

Summary: Getting hit with an inebriation quirk isn't so bad when you have a hero who isn't opposed to cuddling.

"Whoa!" you giggled as your feet tripped over themselves on your way into the house.

A strong hand grabbed your own before you could faceplant and pulled you upright. Biting your lip to suppress another fit of giggles, you twisted around to come face to face with two worried green eyes.

"Oh, Izuku," you patted his arm, finally realizing he was behind you, "Hey, who put that step there?"

"It's always been there." He hesitantly released you to see if you could stay upright on your own.

"I know that look," furrowing your brow, you crossed your arms, but the effect was ruined by that spacey look in your eyes, "I'm fine. You heard the doc, just a little side effect of the q…" You lost your train of thought and glanced towards the kitchen, "I'm hungry. Do you want pizza?"

"Um, maybe you should go lie down," Izuku suggested instead as he led you through the kitchen toward the living room. "The doc also said this would last a few more hours at best."

"Oh, you worry too much." As the two of you entered the living room, your body leaned back into him, and once your head hit his chest, you looked up. "Wait, why are you worrying again?"

The couch came into view, and you forgot about your question as you skipped over to it and faceplanted on the soft cushions. A muffled sigh sounded from underneath you before you yawned and did a full-body stretch.

"Come," you turned on your back and made grabby hands at him, "come lay with me."

Izuku didn't have much choice in the matter. As soon as he came close enough for you to grab his hand, you pulled him on top of you. He let out a breathy oomph and readjusted himself, so he was sitting side by side with you.

When he sat up, you scrambled to roll over so that your head lay in his lap. It was the best position to stare up into those cute freckled cheeks of his. He smoothed the flyways back from your face and settled for tracing his fingers over your forehead.

"What happened?" you asked, finding his free hand and messing with his fingers. "I feel so heavy."

"A quirk," he gently explained for the nth time since taking you home from the hospital. "Someone who couldn't control their quirk very well."

"Oh no," eyes wide, you stopped fiddling with his fingers and leaned your head up to meet his eyes. "Are they in trouble?"

"…No," Izuku murmured, finally relaxing back on the couch. "It was just a kid. An accident. He'll get some help controlling his quirk, is all."

"Good." Content with that answer, you resumed tracing little shapes into the back of his palm. "You know, I like your hands."

"My hands?' That caught him off-guard.

"Yeah." Smothering one of his palms against your cheek, you grinned. "They're soft."

"Soft?" He sounded unsure. "Really?"

"Well…no," you shrugged, "they're rough and calloused. And they've got scars all over them." Your voice trailed off into murmuring as you dazedly traced one of the bigger jagged white lines that ran the length of his palms onto the backside. "I like them, though. They hold me so soft, did you know that?"

You didn't wait for an answer, too engrossed in tracing lines down the pale, faded scars to see his flushed face. "You're so strong, and yet you've got the gentlest touch I've ever known. Don't you think so?" When you reached his wrist, you wrapped yourself around it and laid his large hand against your cheek, eyes roaming back to him.

"I-" he cleared his throat, flustered by all the insouciant praise, "-I guess so." He glanced at his other hand, observing the years of hard-earned scars, and allowed himself a small smile. "I never thought about them like that."

"Never change your hands. I love them." You placed little kisses on each fingertip, giggling at each sloppy smooch before your eyes widened and you looked at him. "Oh, but don't worry, I love you more."

Izuku laughed at that and reached over to grab your own hands, placing a loving kiss across the back. "You know, I love your hands too. They really are soft. At least, softer than mine." As he spoke, you shivered as his warm breath tickled your fingers. "And they always know just how to calm me down with a single touch." He paused just long enough to catch your hazy gaze. "But what I love most about them is that they're attached to you."

Your foggy brain tried to process the words, and with a quick glance at your own hands, you gave him a relieved smile. "Oh, I'm glad they're attached to me, too." You wiggled your fingers for proof.

"Come on," he laughed, kissing your forehead and, in one easy motion, lifted you off the couch. "Time to get some rest."

"No, wait!" You squirmed in his arms, alarmed. "What about my pizza!"

"Alright, alright!" he managed to say through your fingers, pulling at the fat of his cheeks. "I'll order the pizza!"

That seemed to do the trick, and you immediately went boneless in his arms with a content sigh. "I really love pizza." You closed your eyes for a few moments of peace before they flew open again with urgency as you grabbed his face, pulling him close to whisper, "But don't worry, I love you more…just don't tell the pizza."

Satisfied, you closed your eyes and curled into him. With a fond, if not exasperated, sigh, he went to tuck you into bed.

[ditzyredrobin]

Basic Instincts

AIless Whumptober Day 25

“How could you?!”

-

“Damn it, Replacement! How the fuck could you?” The door to the bathroom was kicked open with enough force to hit the wall behind it, effectively rattling Tim out of the static coating his brain. Hood’s voice was cold and tinny coming through the helmet's voice synthesizers.

Tim let out a throaty growl, baring his teeth the vigilante, wishing his hands would move enough to throw a whirlybird and effectively andr get the fuck out of here. But everything was leaden, his fingers were stuck, the needle pierced through the gash, mid suture.

Everything had begun to fuzz out around the edges, whether that be from blood loss, sleep dep, or because he couldn’t remember the last time he ate. Any combination all worked out to the same solution: a bad patrol. His body hadn’t seemed to get the memo that he needed to have this taken care of yesterday and get the hell out of dodge.

Tim had managed to cut away enough of his suit to expose the gash on his thigh, it was long and deep, and on hell of a bleeder (Sheet metal and explosions don’t tend to mix).

Hood’s sudden intrusion just kicked his brain back in gear.

Hood snarled a throaty growl back and stepped into the bathroom, giving absolutely zero shits.

In a few, long strides, Hood was across the bathroom, heavy boots squelching as in a grotesque pool of blood puddled on the stark white linoleum. The room was drenched in the stench of pennies and distressed omega.

Tim pressed himself as far as he could into the crevice between the toilet and the wall.

Hood towered over him dark and looming, breathing heavy like he’d just run a marathon, and Tim’s heart roared in his chest. Even through his helmet, his gaze felt predatory, stalking him as he moved, taking in the sitch.

The helmet masked Hood’s scent, setting Tim on edge when he couldn’t get a read on the vigilante. Still, he could feel the rage radiating off of him.

This was bad—very, very bad.

He couldn’t see his eyes but he dared to venture, if he could, they would be toxic green.

“Baby bird, we had a whole fucking talk about this bullshit not all that long ago. Remember? Where you promised we were done with alla this shit?” Hood crouched down in front of him looking like he was ready to yank Timmy out of his hiding spot. Tim was not going to let that happen—Tim managed, by the grace of whatever being may or may not exist, to get his arm to work enough to release a whirlybird from his gauntlet at Hood.

Hood swore, dodging just before getting a face full of throwing disk. ”What the fuck?” He sounded exponentially more pissed. Shit.

Tim doesn’t respond, doesn’t think, just acts, glancing from Hood to the door, formulating a plan. He was effectively caught between a rock and a hard place with a body working on 5% but damnit he wasn’t going out without a fight.

Glaring at Hood, Tim made the tension ease out of his shoulders, his hands going limp at his side.

“I’m not here to hurt cha. I just wanna help, okay?”

No, not okay.

Hood held out a hand to help Tim out of his, effectively taking the bait.

With flawless acting, Tim takes his hand, using it to leverage his way out, squeezing past Hood. In less than a blink, Tim contorts, maneuvering his aching body in a low dive out the door. Tim grit his teeth when he the maneuver pulled on his half done stitches, but he didn’t have time to linger.

Hood followed him into the bedroom, cursing and swearing. “What the fuck?” He sounded pissed.

He spun around delivering a flying kick that Hood ducks, sending pain radiating through his thigh. Black spots cover his vision but he can’t stop, he has to fight, this is not going to be another tower incident.

Hood is on the offense, blocking each of Tim’s blows, a blocked uppercut, another blocked kick. For as hard as he tried, his moves didn’t work and Tim could feel himself running out of steam.

Things came to a head when Tim’s leg finally gave out in him, the tendons unstable and shaking under his weight. His knees buckled and Hood was there to catch him.

Tim flinched, expecting a hit that never came.

“Stop moving dammit.” Hood hissed instead, lowering him to the dark hardwood floors. Tim struggled weakly in his grip without making much headway. His hands were firm but gentle, holding a hand to his shoulder effectively pining him in place like it was nothing.

“Let me go.” Tim snarled, breathing heavy. Tim weakly tried to wriggle but Hood was having none of it. He had a churning feeling in his stomach and the pain in his thigh was back tenfold. His body refused to cooperate but he was not going to give up.

He was not going to lay down and take another beating from the Red Hood.

Hood pressed harder, ignoring him. “Why are you fighting me? I’m not going to hurt you.”

(Yeah, right, likely story)

Tim bared his teeth, repeating. “Let me go.” it was more forceful this time. His vision was growing darker, the harder he fought. His fingertips were cold and numb and he couldn’t feel his toes.

The masked vigilante ignored him, pressing his free hand to the side of his helmet to activate the comm. “Hood to O, I found him and he’s bleedin’ bad.” Hood used his free hand to palpate the hash and Tim screamed, harsh and broken. Anything other words were lost to the agony, his vision growing dark.

There was muffled swearing and Hood put his weight into the injury and Tim lost his ability to breath.

Darkness dragged him down.

-

Tim came to slowly with all the haziness and heaviness that came with being on the good stuff. His aches are a distant thing, there in the distance buzzing like a housefly. Annoying but disregardable.

His thoughts are sluggish, slipping away like sand through his fingers. He hummed, leaning back in the warm, soft things supporting all of his aches and pains supported by soft things. He can smell his pack.

The pack nest.

It takes a couple of tries to peel his eyes open, lashes crusted over with sleep but when he finally does, everything swims in front of him. It feels wrong, his stomach churning. He closes his eyes again.

He couldn’t help it, a small, desperate keen escaped, calling for his pack.

There is a flurry of movement and the solid heat cushion his head responds with a chesty rumble. It takes a moment to recognize the scent of their pack alpha, herbaceous, musky, radiating safe.

There were a handful of other scents surrounding him and hands on him checking him over.

“You’re safe, baby bird.” A sweet baritone crooned, running fingers through his hair. He smelled clean, of mint and tea tree and alpha. Dick.

On the other side he caught whiffs of sweet and spicy and camellias—Cass.

And…and gunmetal and brimstone and the underlying honeyed scent of omega—Jason.

Jason, shit. Hood.

Tim sat up quickly, or tried to, but was held in place by a firm hand on his chest and the disgruntled grunt of the pack alpha. There were more hands shushing him, holding him in place.

He keened again calling for their omega—the man he had tried to fight back in his safe house.

There was muttered cursing and shuffling and grumbles of disapproval before Jason’s scent became stronger, the pack nest dipping beside him. Dick’s nimble fingers in his hair were exchanged for Jason’s, larger and stronger.

“Easy, baby bird, I gotcha.” Tim could have cried.

Tim cracked an eye open again and things swam a little less, meeting Jason’s look of concern. “I’m sorry,” the younger boy said hoarsely. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Jason sighed, carding his fingers through his hair. His expression softened the younger omega. “I know, sweets. It was an accident wasn’t it?”

Tim swallows hard, and nods, trying to ignore the prickling in his eyes. ”I didn’t mean to do it.”

He had been running on basic instincts, the what had once been. It had been almost two years since Bruce was back and things had begun to settle into place.

Jason wasn’t the enemy. Jason was pack—he was his mate. The penthouse was their home.

He was shushed again, warm gun-calloused fingers detangling from his hair, finding and cupping his cheek. Tim leaned into his touch. “It’s alright, we can about it talk later.” He promised, running his thumb along his cheek bone. “Sleep now.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58879633

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 4 - Teratophilia

Summary: He saves you. You offer him your thanks. 

Pairing: Krrsantan x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Reader is a stripper essentially, attempted assault, brief blood and gore, minor character death, interspecies sex, size difference, biting, licking, fingering, size kink, scratching, squirting. 

A/N: If you're here, you know. 😏 As usual, heed the warnings. If it's not for you, moving on to something else is literally the easiest thing in the world.

MASTERLIST

Walking home late is always a risk. Even with the new Daimyo’s attempts to clean up the streets of Mos Espa, walking alone at night is dangerous. Especially for someone like you. You’re good at keeping alert, good at watching your back. 

Sometimes it’s not enough. 

You notice the figure following you from the moment you leave the cantina. You should have gone back in, should have waited for someone else to walk with you, or waited until daylight. You were tired, though, and ready to get home. You decided to risk it, weaving through the streets in an attempt to lose the man following you. He’s probably just a drunk patron, hoping to get lucky now that you weren’t under the constraints of the cantina’s rules. 

Well, you weren’t wrong. 

You know you’ve messed up when you turn the corner into the alley and an arm shoots out, pinning you against the side of the building. Your breath is knocked from your lungs at the force of the hit, effectively stunning you. 

There’s two of them. They reek of cheap alcohol as they crowd you in. 

“Don’t tell me you were trying to escape us, pretty thing.” One says, gently stroking your cheek as you struggle to regain your breath. 

“We just wanted to chat.” The other says, leaning his arm next to your head. “We liked your show so much, we wanted an encore. A...private show if you will.” 

You attempt to swallow the fear welling up in your throat. “I don’t do private shows.” You curse how badly your voice shakes. “You’ll be luckier in a brothel.” 

“No,” The first one says, pushing you back against the wall as you attempt to slip out between them. “You misunderstand us.” He drags his hand down the front of your body. “We’re not asking.” 

You manage a strangled sounding scream before your cheek erupts in burning pain, your head snapping to the side from the force of the hit. A hand wraps around your throat, pinning you against the wall. You kick your legs out, trying to hit them, to fight back but they’re too strong. Tears leak out from your eyes, mixing with the rivulet of blood trailing down your chin from your split lip. 

You’ve accepted your inevitable fate when suddenly one pair of hands disappears from you. The second man shouts as his feet leave the ground, his body hefted high in the air. A deep growl reaches your ears, the dim light from the street catching on a piece of armor. The pressure leaves your throat as the first man releases you, your body crumpling to the ground. 

You squeeze your eyes closed as a pained yelp sounds through the alley before the unmistakable crunch of bone. Something warm and wet splatters you. You keep your eyes closed as a blood-chilling roar echoes through the alley seconds before another sickening crunch and the sound of something hitting the ground. 

You’re shaking as the alley falls silent, waiting for the new attacker to turn their attention on you. You should have run, but you’ve lost control over your body. Shuffling footsteps approach you before they stop. You wait for the blow but it doesn’t come, the figure standing still over you. 

You finally crack your eyes open, and you’re staring at a pair of furry legs. You drag your eyes up the hulking form to see a Wookiee staring down at you. Krrsantan, you think, the one that works for the Daimyo. He's a regular in your workplace. You've spotted him in the crowd many times during your performances. 

He slowly holds out a hand to you, letting out a quiet huff. He’d just killed two men easily, yet you don’t feel threatened, or in danger. He had done it to save you. You lift your trembling hand, placing it in his. His hand makes yours seem comically small as he wraps his fingers around it, gently helping you onto shaking legs. Your stomach churns with anxiety, the reality of your situation and what had almost just happened hitting you. 

“Thank you. Y-You saved my life.” You say, looking up at him. 

He reaches up, the pad of a massive finger swiping so gently against your split lip. He lets out a low growl, his warm breath fanning your face. It’s such a gentle touch compared to the brutality he had just dealt. 

It was your fault for not being smart, for not taking the safest route and waiting at the cantina. You shudder to think of what could have happened had he not shown up. 

“Would you...walk me the rest of the way home?” You tighten your grip on your bag. “If you’re not busy.” 

He blinks down at you before nodding once. 

“Thank you.” You say. “This way.” 

You lead him the rest of the way down the alley, ignoring the bodies left behind. Your legs feel numb, steps slightly shuffling as you try to breathe through the anxiety coursing through your veins. Krrsantan moves surprisingly silently for his size, though you suppose a well-trained fighter would. 

It’s a short walk back to your small home, you and Krrsantan walking silently the entire way. Your mind is racing far too much to think of any small talk, and of course, you don’t understand Wookiee Speak. 

“This is me.” You say, pausing outside the door. You turn to him, looking up at him. 

He makes a soft noise down at you, a reluctant look in his eyes. You wish you understood Wookiee speak. You’ve never had a reason to learn before. You’re hesitant to let him go. After everything he's done for you tonight, you want to repay him in some way. 

“Would you...like to come in?” You ask. 

He lets out a louder sound, nodding once. You unlock the door, and he has to bend down to step in. You’re glad for the high ceilings, though the small space only seems smaller with him in it. You set your bag in its usual spot, turning on the lights.

“Make yourself at home.” You say. “I’m going to change.” 

You slip into your room, hastily wiping the blood and sweat from your skin, pushing back the memories threatening to come back up. Your cheek is tender and will likely be sporting a bruise by morning. You steady your nerves as you finish changing into more comfortable clothing, reminding yourself the Wookiee in your home has seen you in far less before. 

You head back out to the living room, finding Krrsantan looking comically large on your small couch. You can’t help but smile at him. 

“Would you like something to drink?” You ask. 

He shakes his head once in answer. 

You head to the kitchen to get yourself a stiff drink, needing something to steady your nerves after the eventful evening. Your hands shake a little as you pour the drink into the glass. You let out a shaky exhale as you hear the creak of the couch, and the quiet footsteps approaching your position. 

You turn around, downing the liquid in the glass before tilting your head to stare up at Krrsantan. Despite the danger you knew he could pose, the twisting of your stomach isn’t out of fear. His hand slowly lifts, brushing your bruised cheek. The touch is so gentle, so tender. He could smash your head in so easily, and yet, his touch is hardly more than a ghosting against your skin. 

His hand slides down your cheek to rest on the back of your neck. His palm is warm and rough, the tips of his claws pressing into your delicate skin. His knuckle-dusters are gone, sitting on your small table in the living room. You relax back into his touch, reaching out with your free hand to tangle your fingers in the fur of his arm. 

“I see you in the crowd sometimes.” You say, carding your fingers through the rough fur. “Watching me. You like watching me dance?” 

Something deep rumbles through his chest, his lips parting to bare his teeth at you. 

Your lips lift in a small smile. “You did me a big favor tonight, saving me from those men.” You trail your hand up his thick arm to his shoulder plate, letting your fingers slide against the metal that crosses his chest. “Will you let me repay you?” 

He lets out a roar, hands dropping to your hips. He lifts you onto the counter, your drink long forgotten as he presses forward between your knees. His hands grip the hem of your top, tugging it over your head. Your face warms despite the fact he’s seen you practically naked before. That was different, though. This feels far more intimate than you dancing on a stage for anyone to see. 

His hands trail your sides, fur tickling your skin as he cups your breasts. You whine under his touch, back arching to press your breasts further into his big hands. He lets out a low noise, leaning his face down into your neck. You tilt your head for him, his fangs scraping against the delicate skin. 

You yelp as his teeth sink into your shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough you’ll have to cover a mark tomorrow. A rush of wetness floods your panties as he pulls away, licking at the indented skin. 

He lifts you easily with one arm to slide your pants down your legs. You kick them off to the floor, adding to the pile. He parts your thighs as wide as they can, his big hand slipping between them. You let out a breathy moan as the rough pads of his fingers drag through your wet folds. You clench in anticipation at the idea of taking one of his big, thick fingers. 

“Please, Krrsantan.” You whine, pressing your hips against his hand. 

He lets out a low grumble before a claw-tipped finger is prodding at your entrance. Your back arches as he presses a finger into you, stretching your pussy with just one thick digit. You cling to his fur, grinding your hips against his hand as he fucks you with his finger. 

“Kriff!” You curse, eyes rolling back at the pleasure. “Feels so good.” 

His chest rumbles with a growl as he curls his finger inside you, your eyes rolling back as you’re suddenly thrust into an orgasm. Your legs clamp around his hand, body trembling as you gush around his finger. 

You stare up into his eyes as you come down from your high, still clinging to his fur. “The couch.” You gasp out, brain trying to figure out how to function again. 

He seems to understand what you’re trying to say as he scoops you up, carrying you to the couch. He sets you down on shaky legs and you try to steady yourself as he removes his cuirass and belt. They drop to the floor with heavy thuds before he sinks down into the cushions once more. You kneel between his thighs, watching as he moves the protective flap of skin to the side, freeing his large cock. 

It’s long and thick, roughly the length of your forearm and a deep red, almost purple color. It tapers at the bottom, so thick you’re not sure you could fit one hand around it completely. 

“I’ve never had a Wookiee before.” You say, staring at his cock in awe. 

He lets out a sound almost like a laugh as he reaches down for you, lifting you easily onto his lap. His cock prods at your ass as you kneel over him, legs stretched wide around him. You’re still wet and slick after your orgasm, pussy clenching at the prospect of taking such a huge cock. 

You brace yourself on his thick shoulders as the head of his cock brushes your pussy. You wonder how many humans he’s had before, since he seems to be well versed in what he’s doing. You lower your hips as he presses the head of his cock against your entrance, breath catching as the head stretches your pussy. Even after being stretched by his finger, his cock is almost painful as you slip the head inside. 

His hands engulf your hips, but he lets you take control, sinking onto his cock slowly. The painful burn slowly begins to ebb as you sink lower and lower onto his cock. Your legs are shaking by the time you’ve taken as much as you can, the tapering at the bottom of his cock threatening to split you open. 

“Kriff,” You breathe, staring down at the bulge in your stomach. You press your hand against it, your head falling back as it pushes his cock harder against that spot inside you. 

You begin to rock your hips, sliding his cock in and out of you. It bumps against your cervix every time you sink down onto it. It’s slightly painful, but not entirely unpleasant. You use his arms as leverage to bounce on his cock, his claws digging into the skin of your back but you don’t care. He grunts and growls as you fuck yourself on his cock, teeth bared as he watches you intently. 

“Kriff, Krrsantan!” You cry, body practically convulsing as you’re suddenly thrown into an intense orgasm, your juices soaking his fur. 

Krrsantan lets out a loud roar as you squeeze his cock, his hands tightening around your hips almost painfully as he thrusts up into you, hot spurts of cum flooding your walls. It’s almost too much, stretching you more as he keeps cumming, filling you full.

You lift yourself off his cock, unable to take anymore. You fall against his chest, burying your face in his fur as his cum gushes from your pussy. You breathe out a curse, chest heaving against his. You’re still shaking from your orgasm, one of the most intense you’ve ever had. 

Krrsantan wraps his arms around you, letting out a low rumbling noise that vibrates through your entire body. You attempt to catch your breath, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I think...you’ve ruined me...for literally anyone else.” You laugh. 

He lets out a roar, nuzzling his face in your hair. 

“We should do that again sometime.” You tease, earning a playful nip at your jaw.

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[dracobrooklyn]

thank u for ur service to the fandom by making durge content for us evil lizard simps 😳 may i ask, can u write durge x reader where tav is the dominant one👀 (we know durge is usually the dominant one but what if some nights he let reader/tav top him as a little treat)?

//this honestly makes me happy and I am happy to feed y’all some Durge content.

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||MDNI 18+ || NO MINORS ALLOWED

Tav!Reader being the Dominant one in bed

So here’s the thing, it’s not that he don’t think you do good or wouldn’t do it right. He just really wants to pleasure you and let you relax while he gives you the best climax you ever had.

Also the fact that he loves the control and see the way he can make you undone with his tongue eating your pussy or his cock hitting that sweet spot.

So when you asked if you could take the reigns this one night. He was hesitant, but he decided why not? His lover should get a chance.

What he didn’t know is you made plan. You made aphrodisiacs for him to help him relax and not get a little too excited. Laying him down in bed as the potion was taking effect. His eyes hooded and his senses heightened. He could feel how your skin made him so sensitive. Straddling his lap. Kissing him lovingly, it’s a bit sloppy but he definitely moaned softly weakly massaging your ass. Your scent drives him crazy but he’s too relaxed and weak to try and pin you so he could just fuck you.

You stroke his sensitive member slowly and he definitely jerks his hips weakly and you swore you heard him whimper out a moan. You never EVER heard him whimper like that.

The whimpering became more apparent when you finally started to suck him off. Oh he loved it. Praised you every minute telling you how amazing you make him feel. You teased him a little and he got a little frustrated especially how weak he was.

You made him beg so he could climax.

He kept saying “dask” a lot. You thought he might be saying fuck just loving the feeling he was getting from you.

You finally started to ride him not giving him a chance. He was taken off guard and his tail lazily wagged against the sheets as you keep bouncing off his fat cock. Your walls feel so plush and so warm, he wanted to anchored you down and just fucking release. Oh and he is definitely drooling. Tongue hanging from the side panting.

“Come for me my DragonBorn~” you cooed at him caressing his face, having him lean against your touch as if he was starivng for your physical touch “release your climax~.”

And he did, oh thanks the gods he can finally cum. And he did, his knot swelling inside you keeping you stuck there until he is calmed down. And Durge is so tired, he just wants to sleep. He wants to hold you and just fall asleep in a blissful sleep. And you both do… with his cock still inside you so you definitely was his cock warmer for the night.

After the next morning he was back to his old self with his energy back. He definitely was glowing. Gave you kisses on your cheek thanking you for the experience. He definitely wouldn’t mind you doing it again though. But it won’t be as often. He wants to make sure you’re pleasured and pampered.

Though you had to ask

“Durge what does dask mean?” You asked him

Durge pauses as his white scales on his cheeks blush up. He did not look at you as he answers.

“It’s mother in… Draconic.” He replied

So you just realized he just called you mommy in Draconic all night.