#luna's writing

[abibliophobiaa]

Bad Idea - s.h. x f!reader

note: thank you to @crappymixtape for the initial prompt that started this fun little fic. <3

summary: steve happens upon you while you're reading a smutty book and chaos ensues.

warnings: oral (f receiving); p in v smut -- that's all, really (18+); barely edited, slightly rom-com vibes, so do not take this seriously (haha).

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“I got a bad idea. How 'bout we take a little bit of time away?”

-

A fan blows in the distance. The low hum is a constant drone, offset by the sounds of your quiet breathing and the gentle turn of a yellowed page in your book. You’ve been sitting in your window nook for hours, the weather too hot outside to linger for too long. 

Your fingers halt on your current page, eyes glancing out your bedroom window. 

Summer burns bright outside. The sky is a bright blue, smiling down on all those who thrive beneath it, its golden sun winking on full display. Your bedroom window is parted enough to allow air to filter in, the sounds of birds chirping greeting your ears. Across the yard is the Harrington backyard. Their pool glints blue and bright beneath you, lounge chairs filled by his parents now back from whatever business trip they’d been on, glasses of champagne already in hand. 

Steve’s mother soaks up the sun, all long, lean legs, wide brim sun hat, oversized glasses, and the diamond ring on her finger that seems gargantuan even from here. You catch the sight of his father, stark dark hair like his son’s, leaning over to press a kiss to his wife’s lips before settling down on the chair beside her. 

Steve’s nowhere to be found, but you know that’s always the case when they’re home. He’s likely on an errand, trying to stay away from the home, trying to cut all interactions to a bare minimum. Because he’s twenty-two and still working at Family Video, he’s twenty-two and should have more in his savings, should be taking on the family business, should be thinking about his future, should be—

Your attention is drawn by the sound of children’s laughter. The neighbor’s kids have shoddily drawn a hopscotch grid onto the ground, the sound of their sneakers knocking against the warm concrete audible even over the low hum of the cars that slowly slide on past. 

And there, in front of your home, you catch the all too familiar sight of Steve’s BMW, and that pretty head of dark hair as he clambers out the driver’s side door, sunglasses perched atop the bridge of his nose. 

Your eyes return to your book, knowing you have approximately sixty seconds until he’s in your bedroom and making himself at home. The main characters, two best friends oddly enough, are about to finally cross over a line of no return. You’ve read it enough times to know what comes next. 

Nathan will tell Cora he loves her and she’ll tell him the same. He’ll grab her in his arms, pull her close, and kiss her until she’s breathless…

“Hey.” 

And there he is, all fitted denim and a striped tee shirt that shows off how generous the years have been to your best friend. Long gone are his gangly limbs of boyhood. Now he’s all corded muscle, finely hewn, high cheekbones, that lovely jaw, dark eyes and his goofy smile that has your heart somersaulting as he plops down against the sea of pillows near your headboard. 

“Hey,” you reply, eyes shifting back to your book. 

It’s not unusual to sit in silence like this. In fact, he pulls one of your Cosmopolitan magazines from your bedside table and glances down at the woman with gorgeously blown out hair, shifting over onto his stomach. You both read in silence, your ankles hooking over one another as the scene in your book changes and suddenly Nathan and Cora are kissing in the back seat of his car, a little hot and heavy, wild and dirty, groping hands starting to remove clothes. 

Your hand comes up to curl around the back of your neck, wiping at some of the sweat pooling there, both from the way Nathan’s hands slide underneath Cora’s shirt and slide along her breast, and the heat spilling in from outside. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, head lifting from whatever article he’s likely not even really reading, hair flopping with the suddenness of the gesture.  

You close the book for a moment, thumb holding your place, and offer him a nod. “Anything good in there? I don’t even know why my mom orders them; I don’t even read them.”

“So you’re saying you didn’t read this article on ‘Ten Ways to Please Your Man?’” He chuckles, turning the magazine to show you. “Really riveting stuff. I’ll cut this one out for you.”

“You’re such an ass,” you snap, though your voice breaks off into a laugh at the end. You never really can stay mad at him, not when he looks at you like a lost puppy in need of attention. All round dark eyes, elbows on your bed, lip jutting out just so. “Stop pouting. It’s not a good look—and don’t make any corny comments about how all your looks are good looks. Don’t you give me that face, I’ve known you since we were eight.” His look of incredulity falters, those lips of his curling into a smile because he knows you’re right. 

Your eyes drift back to your book, picking up right where you left off as Nathan’s fingers unbutton Cora’s jean shorts and he helps to slide them down her thighs, fingers exploring every new inch of exposed flesh. 

“Want to go to a movie tonight with Robin and Eddie? We all have off, might as well,” Steve muses, flipping the page of the magazine, and then flipping it again when he realizes it’s only ads for some clothing brand. “They want to see Dead Poets Society, and I remember you said you wanted to see it last week.”

Nathan’s fingers slide beneath the waistband of Cora’s underwear, asking for permission to touch her in a way no one else has. Your knees press together involuntarily, hand coming to rest over your swiftly beating heart, suddenly very grateful for the fan oscillating in the corner of your room. 

“Did you hear me?” Steve asks, rolling over onto his back. His head dangles upside down over the edge, face immediately growing red like a tomato, your head shaking at him. “I asked if you wanted to go to the movies with Robin and Eddie later.”

“Oh…” You swallow as Nathan’s fingers start a slow drag along Cora’s center, making her writhe and moan in the back seat of the car, the sun setting and bathing everything in pink and orange shades that dance along his skin with dappled light. “Y-yeah. Sounds good, Stevie. I’d love to.”

You settle back into a comfortable silence. Steve still hangs upside down, tossing a tennis ball you must have left on your floor up into the air from your brief stint trying to play. Couples tennis, minus the fact the two of you weren’t a couple. But he thought it would be funny, and you’d long decided you would give everything at least one chance before ruling it out. 

Your eyes drift back to the page, resuming where you left off, right when Nathan slides Cora’s panties down her thighs and asks if he can taste her. Your breath catches, and Steve rolls back over to look at you, brows furrowed high on his forehead in concern. 

“Are you okay over there? Seriously. You’re breathing all funny and you’re barely here right now as it is,” he worries his lip between his teeth, those dark eyes of his meeting yours from across the room. 

“I’m okay.” You glance down at your lap and tap your book. “You just walked in as things were picking up in my book.”

Maybe it’s not the right choice of words in retrospect. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned it at all and instead played it off like, yes, yes you were feeling a little under the weather because of the heat. But you don’t, and it’s the small fumble over your words that has Steve pushing himself upward to sit on the bed, head tipping lightly toward your floppy paperback. 

“What are you reading anyway?” 

“Nothing,” you mutter, sliding your bookmark into place. You press your book onto the cushion beside you, arms coming to curl around your body, shoulders shrugging. “Just a book.”

“You already said that,” he replies, throwing one foot over the edge of the bed, followed by the other. You shift further against your nook, your book sliding beneath a pillow as your hip bumps against it, obscuring it from view. “What kind of book is it?”

“Adventure,” you say quickly, turning a bit to meet him as those hands come to rest on either of your shoulders. “You haven’t hugged me today.”

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, but he appeases you anyway, his face inches from yours as he bends down to fold you against him. 

You hum against his chest, relishing in his warmth, when you ask, “And what is that?” 

“Trying to distract me.”

“I’m not distracting—”

Your words are cut off, because Steve’s hand reaches swiftly behind you to curl around the edge of your book and tug it close to his chest. The shriek you let out frightens even yourself as you rush after him, arms curling around his waist and sending him hurtling down against your bed. The book skitters toward your headboard, but that’s the least of your worries right now. 

The only thing terrifies you more than him reading the scene that comes after where you left off is the way you’re sitting on top of him. With a slow, horrifying clarity, you take in the room around you. Thighs splayed on either side of his hips, your hands pinning his arm closest to the book above his head, and his hands reflexively against your hips. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath your palms, those dark irises rounding around the edges, his fingers clutching into the belt loops on your shorts. 

You both look at each other in silent panic. Because this is your best friend. This is over ten years of friendship lying beneath you. It’s the boy who has seen you scrape your knees learning how to ride a bike, sat next to you on the swings at the park, was there for your first heartbreak. Because he’s the boy you were there for when it then happened to him with Nancy, the one you walked around town with after dark on a warm day with cups of ice cream in hand, the one you told everything to, who knew you best, the boy you snuck your first beer with, and fought off monsters from the Upside Down alongside. 

Luckily, he seems to come to the same revelation just as quickly, shoving you off him onto the mattress, hands coming to dance along your ribs until your sides hurt from laughing so hard. A foot comes out to kick him in the thigh when his hand slides out above you, and you hear the familiar slide of your paperback against a blanket. 

“Not fair!” You growl, watching him lean back on his haunches, book tucked into his shirt that he’s then tucked into his jeans. “That’s disgusting. You can keep it now. You’re sweaty.”

“I just showered.”

You huff. “Still. Why do you care about what’s in it so much?” 

“I wanna know what’s got your panties in such a twist,” he says. Your heart thuds in your ears, throat bobbing with a thick swallow. “Are your panties in a twist? Is that why you’re all out of breath?”

“Steve,” you warn, though there’s no malice in your tone, only hesitancy. You curse yourself inwardly. 

His voice drops into a whisper, “Is this a sexy book?”

You want to throttle him. Want to wrap your hands around his shoulders and shake the look of pure and utter delight off his smug features. Only you don’t. You sit there and watch as he slides off your bed and stretches his arms above his chest, which outlines the rectangle hiding against his skin all the more. 

It’s then you remember: Steve Harrington hates books. Hated them in high school so much that you had to always read them for him and give him your breakdown of what happened, and you know for a fact he hates them now. The likelihood that’ll change brings you some peace. Confidence rising, you lean back onto your palms, grinning widely up at him. 

“Movies at eight then?”

He arches a brow at your sudden shift in demeanor. “Uh…yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up at seven thirty.”

Everything will be just fine. 

-

Only it’s not. 

You learn quickly that, though Steve’s hated every book given to him thus far in life, he absolutely devours this one. 

There are certain fears that have always lingered in the back of your mind throughout the years. 

The first being the worry one day Steve would find out about your years-long crush you’ve had on him. The feelings that have lingered way longer than you ever intended for them to. And it’s not like you hadn’t tried to push them aside; you dated other people, put yourself out there, all to take your mind off of it. It always works…initially. That is, until he does or says something that has you falling all over again, wondering if he’d ever feel the same—wondering if he’s ever felt the same. 

But this isn’t a romcom movie, and not all stories like these end up in a relationship, and you had already accepted that…for the most part. If there’s any hope, it’s more like a small flame. A tiny flicker. Nothing noteworthy or remarkable to see here. 

Your second fear is the newest one. The fear that Steve would read the book you’d allowed him to sneak out of your house a week ago—actually read it—and unleash a new kind of petrifying hell on you and take actual pleasure in your demise. 

It starts over Eddie’s place. He’s got an apartment with Robin now, a dingy little place you’ve always thought they should move out of, but theirs all the same. Robin and Eddie are picking out a movie while you and Steve stand in the kitchen, getting various bowls and trays ready with chips, candy, popcorn, and drinks. 

Neither of you has said anything about the book catastrophe. That night, you’d gone to the movies as planned and even shared a soda together, your shoulder pushed against his like nothing even happened. You figured he’d torture you a bit, keep the book for a few days, and give it back with your bookmark exactly where you’d left it. 

But he still hasn’t returned it, and when you ask him for it in the middle of Eddie’s kitchen he only shrugs and says, “I’m actually reading it again. I think I skimmed it the first time; I want to make sure I take it all in. Every word, and, you know, every inch of it.”

You glance his way out the corner of his eyes. On a good day Steve’s odd, to say the least. It’s one of the many things that endears you to him and has made you love him as much as you do. Right now, however, he’s all flushed cheeks and wide smirks, looking very much like the cat who swallowed a canary. 

“Why are you smirking?” 

You shuffle about him to reach into one of the kitchen cabinets in search of a scissor. You snip the corner edge off of an M&M bag and pour some into a bowl, watching him the whole time. 

His smug self reaches down to grab a handful of your freshly pourn candies and plops a few into his mouth. You’re about to reprimand him when he moans around the mouthful, saying, “You taste so sweet, baby.”

Your throat dries. It’s worse than the Sahara Desert. Sandpaper slides across your vocal cords, your mouth opening and closing to try and form sentences. Words. Vowels. Anything would be better than the fish-like gape you’re left with, eyes widened in absolute horror. 

“What did you just say?” 

He turns to face you, his hip pressing against the countertop. Another M&M is lifted to his pursed lips, tongue sliding over it before pulling it into his mouth, his voice low as he repeats slowly, “You taste…so sweet…baby.”

Your eye twitch is your only response. 

Your personal hell gets worse, if that’s even possible, two days later. 

It’s a particularly balmy June day. Luckily, Steve’s parents are once again out of town, leaving the two of you behind to do whatever it is the hell you want to do. The both of you had settled on a pool day. Just the two of you lounging on floats, smelling of suntan lotion, your cherry chapstick freshly smacked against your lips, and soaking in the sun’s rays. 

You’re on a round float in particular, arms spread out beside you, fingertips dancing along the pool’s surface. Music blares from a speaker in the distance, your warm beers long forgotten near the lounge chairs covered in your colorful towels. 

You still don’t have your book back, but you can’t find it in yourself to ponder on it. Not like this, not with the water dancing along your skin, chilling your sweat-slick body, bobbing along the water without a care in the world. 

“Should I make burgers or hot dogs?” Steve asks when the sun starts to set a bit and the humidity in the air lessens. 

You slip down into your tube now, legs kicking in the water, arms propped up over the plastic edges. He treads water in front of you, hair slick against his head, face tanner than it was earlier that evening. He’s even got new freckles along his shoulders, dark against his golden skin.

“Can you do both?” You grin, reaching forward to poke at his cheek. “Please?”

“You’re lucky I like you,” he says, moving to go swim toward the shallow end of the pool where the stairs are. 

You’re lucky you’re holding onto a float, because you’re pretty sure you would have momentarily choked under the water at the sight of his form disappearing beneath the surface, long legs kicking in that red bathing suit. Those strong arms of his slice into the water, perfectly practiced motions from the summers he spent life guarding. 

You’re so rendered immobile by the sight you briefly forget it’s a scene that happens in your book. A moment when Cora realizes she’s physically attracted to her best friend. Only you differ from her in the fact that you’ve known Steve Harrington has been gorgeous for years. If that isn’t enough, though, when his body slowly walks up the stairs and he turns around to face you, your cheeks burn hotter than the sun could have ever warmed your skin. Because he slides a hand up onto his hair, bicep and abdominals rippling and on display. 

Is he moving in slow motion? No, he can't be. Can he? What the actual fuck is going on?

“I’m onto you, Harrington.” You drag a thumb along your throat in a warning. 

He only laughs and flexes his arm once more, asking innocently, “Whatever do you mean?”

You’re going to kill him. You’re going to actually have to kill him. 

Over the course of the next few days Steve ups his antics. 

It’s diabolical, you’ll give him that. 

You make a mental note to talk to Eddie about it, because the dramatic flair practically screams his influence. 

One of the days he wears a button up in the middle of your kitchen and offers to wash your dishes. Slides his sleeves up over his forearms so you can see all the tendons rippling as he moves (you almost pass out). Unbuttons the collar of his shirt complaining of heat to show that dark hair spattering his skin (you walk into the fridge).

Another day he takes your hand and dances with you like Nathan and Cora do in one of the chapters, spinning you round and round despite your initial protests, to something exceedingly romantic for your best friend’s tastes.

On the third, he accidentally brushes up behind you while you’re grabbing a board game from your closet and you feel the firmness of his chest against your back. You have to pray, something you haven't done in a long time, to keep yourself from doing something you might forever regret, because when did Steve get so muscular?

The fourth day brings soft serve ice cream, which is usually an innocent, non-sexual experience. Until, that is, Steve starts trailing his tongue along it. Little kitten strokes at first, long swipes through cream, the occasional slurp. And that’s all fine and dandy, something you can deal with, until he moans and you have to threaten him with the garden hose (after contemplating using it on yourself to cool off) because you’re not sure if you're about to combust into flame or kiss him square on the mouth and ask him to reenact his performance with the ice cream for real this time.

The fifth, while you’re minding your own business and actually trying to restock the tapes at Family Video, he plants dirty quotes from the book around the place. The two of you play games all the time. It gets you both into more trouble than you’d ever really like to share or admit, but this one is bolder, more evil than any that have come before it. 

You’re torn between loathing him and loving him more for it. 

And while you don’t particularly enjoy your job there, and really only use the pay to help you put yourself through college, you also don’t want to have to explain to Keith why there’s dirty talk written and hidden in parts of the building. You can picture him firing you already, fed up with Steve’s and your constant antics. 

In the break room. I want to taste you. 

Attached to the employee bathroom mirror. Let me hear those pretty sounds. 

On a back room shelf. You feel so good around me. Feel how deep I am? 

Inside one of the cup holders in your car (must have snuck that one while you’d been in the bathroom) I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my name. 

He’s proud of himself, laughing whenever you make a point of ripping up the paper loudly in front of him, letting the shreds drop one by one into a trash can. In actuality, though, your insides are fluttering from the words he’s chosen and you don’t even want to think about the way your thighs clench together or how you feel wetness pool inside your panties, so you decide you need to do damage control. 

“So what you’re saying is he’s torturing you?” Robin asks at the conclusion of your debrief. 

Her and Eddie sit across from you on the couch, watching wearily as you practically burn a hole in the carpet from your constant pacing. It’s been like this for a half hour. You frantically tell them all the ways Steve’s been haunting your every waking moment. How you’re feeling things you’ve long since tried to suppress. 

You’re pent up. 

A rubber band ready to snap.

You’re just afraid of what happens when that moment comes. Afraid of what you’ll do, what you might want. 

You can’t voice it, let alone allow yourself to think it. 

It would be a bad idea. 

“Yes!” You nearly shriek, throwing your hands up in the air. 

“You two share a single brain cell, and it’s actually quite amusing,” Eddie says. 

It’s the only thing he’s said the whole evening, and you pause to whirl around and face him. “What did you say?”

“The two of you,” he says evenly, hooking an ankle over his knee. “Share a combined brain cell.”

“That’s rude,” you snap, narrowing your eyes. 

He laughs, glancing over to Robin. “Are the two of you ever going to, oh I don’t know, act on your feelings? I thought it was because of all the shit with the Upside Down. But we saved the world, remember? So what gives?”

“I’m not following…”

Robin interrupts, all wild hands and frantic speech. “You two dinguses like each other. And stop with the ‘we’re best friends’ bullshit you feed everyone. The two of you are dancing around each other and have been for years now. Why not…talk it out and see what happens? You’re clearly feeling some sort of way over this weird little game the two of you are playing this week.” 

But the two of you are best friends. You’re not Nathan and Cora. That kind of stuff happens in your books. Those fated relationships, destined to be at a young age. 

You know how to separate fact from fiction. 

Steve and you are fact, and you don’t want to dabble in fiction when it comes to him.

Right…?

-

Tears for Fears blares through the speaker system, Family Video empty save for the two of you. The ‘OPEN’ sign on the door has already been flipped to ‘CLOSED.’ You’re meant to be going through new releases for Keith and unpacking them from the boxes laid out in the back room. He’s already told you where he wants them placed, which movies to arrange on certain shelves for different occasions. 

Your pencil scratches along paper, calling out the names of movies to Steve, crossing out a box to confirm you received all the titles the business was expecting. It’s tedious, and you’d rather be doing just about anything else, but it takes your mind off the tension swirling in your gut over your ‘Steve situation.’

Neither of you have spoken in a bit. More so because you don’t know what to say. You don’t know how to address the elephant in the room: the fact you like him, want him, and have been struggling to remind yourself that this game you’re playing is only a game. It’s a dangerous line to walk, even scarier to tread. On one side, the safety of friendship, and on the other is the unknown. 

So you return to your tapes, the shadowed in boxes, the methodical strokes of pencil against paper. It’s another ridiculously warm day. You curse the shoddy air conditioning system Keith never calls in to get fixed, hands sliding down the sides of your skirt, grateful for the slight breeze that tickles your ankles with every movement. If Steve’s warm, he says nothing of it, only picks up the pace with going through the inventory and closes up the box once you’re finally done. 

“We just need to double check the back room is clean and then we can lock up,” he says. Your head lifts abruptly, having gone so long without hearing his voice it almost shocks you. 

“Oh, yeah. Right. Coming,” you tell him, clipping your pencil to the board and sliding the whole thing onto the shelf beneath the counter. 

Steve’s shoving the box onto a wooden table when you join him, your eyes doing a cursory scan about the room to make sure everything looks to be in its proper place. What you don’t expect to see, however, is your book resting in your pocketbook on the chair you left it atop of. 

Steve follows the line of your gaze and chuckles. “Figured it was about time I gave it back.”

You lift the tattered old thing in one hand and flip through the pages. He’s moved the bookmark all the way to the back, and you know he’s read the whole thing. Satisfied with its condition, you tuck it back into where it belongs and lean against the wooden table, palms curling around the edge as you shift to face him. 

“You done teasing me?” You ask pointedly, head tipping to the side with a little smirk. “Even I have to admit that was a cruel game.”

“Why was it cruel?” He steps closer, the already small room shrinking even further.

“You were making fun of me.”

“No I wasn’t. I liked the book,” he admits, the corner of his lip twitching upward. “I just had one question the whole time I was reading it.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” You’re genuinely curious, leaning back further against the table. 

Steve takes another step closer, dark hair bouncing with each movement, those eyes dark and kind. “You’ve written down all the dates you read the thing in the front. So I assume it’s your favorite. Why is it your favorite?”

It’s…not a bad observation. If anything, it has your blood burning a bit, heart starting to flutter faster in your chest. Still, you keep your cool, shrugging your shoulders in reply. 

“Come on now, since when do we keep things from each other?” 

His hand drops down onto the wood beside your hip, his chest nearly pressing to your knees where you sit. Your feet kick mindlessly back and forth, brushing against his shins, skirt fluttering around you. 

“I like the plot,” you admit, popping the 'p' for emphasis, trying to look anywhere but his face as you continue, “I like the idea of two people who already know each other trying to see if there’s more between them.”

“Cora and Nathan are best friends.” It’s not a question, but a fact. You nod, watching his other hand drop onto the other side of your hip. “Is that why you got all hot and bothered in your bedroom? Why those notes made you squirm?”

“Don’t be an asshole.” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s a book.”

“Is that all it is?” He asks, looking into your eyes with an unfamiliar intensity. You want to hide from it, but it dredges up something new in you. Something bold and dizzying. “If it’s just a book, tell me that’s all it is and we’ll close up and go home.”

You don’t say anything for a while. 

How could you? How could you admit that the reason it’s your favorite is because it’s about two best friends falling for one another? How could you admit you dreamed and hoped maybe one day it would be your reality with him? How could you admit you wanted to taste him, touch him, feel him for years now? 

Steve moves to head back toward the main room when you make your choice. 

“Steve?” 

He whirls around on the spot, eyes searching your face. He rushes back over to where you’re sitting. Your hands slide up tentatively into his, testing the weight of them in your palms. 

You exhale a deep breath, “Kiss me?”

There’s no moment of question. No hesitance behind his gaze when he curls a palm around the side of your face and swoops down to kiss you soundly on the lips. It’s not slow and sweet like in the many movies you’ve seen and books you’ve read. Instead it’s an urgent, hurried thing. His hands slide around your hips and draw you closer to him, your thighs parting to make space for him, mouths licking into one another hungrily, years of pent up emotion spilling into the spaces between you. 

It’s a nip of his bottom lip here, the gasp from you when his mouth slides along your cheek in search of your jaw, sucks below your ear in a way that has you clutching at his shoulders, dragging him closer. Fingers pinch into skin. Frantic hands slide over your Family Video vest, his mouth forming the quiet question of “Can I?” And your head is nodding, heart thundering. He slips it free from your form and touches at the hem of your shirt hesitantly. 

“You can touch me,” you rasp out, hands clutching around the edge of the table. A callused palm slides up and along your skin, dances along the curve of your breast, right over the rapid thrum of your heart. “Stevie…”

He’s kissing you again, hand sliding out from underneath your shirt and instead rucking up the sides of your skirt. A gust of cold air hits the tops of your thighs as he bares you to him. You watch those fingers that have held you all these years, have tended your wounds, soothed away your worries, drag along your flesh. Up over the curve of your thigh, the curve of your hip, and down again. 

“I want you to touch me, Steve. I want you,” you whisper against his ear, curling an arm around his shoulder and shuddering into the side of his neck. Those fingers slip down the front of your panties and trail a dangerous path from your slick center to your clit, teasing lightly, circling where you want him most. 

He hums pleasantly. “This all for me, pretty girl?” He’s smiling to himself at your quiet cry, tracing the same pattern once more before dropping down onto his knees to help you slide them down and off your legs. “Are you sure?”

“Pleas—” Your voice breaks off into a moan. That taunting mouth of his licks a deadly path from your entrance to that sensitive nub, rendering you at his mercy. He slides one of your thighs up and over his shoulder, the other held out to open you further to him. “Just like that, just like that.”

He licks into you, murmuring into your skin about how he’s wanted you like this for years. Dirty sounds of your slick meld together with your gasps and whimpers, fingers reaching down to grasp at hair, tugging hard, hips grinding involuntarily into his face. 

“Steve!” Your head falls back at the white hot flash behind your eyes when that first finger slides in all the way to the knuckle, a sinful slide in and out of you that has you craving more. More fullness, more something, more Steve, until you’re whining pathetically. The second finger joins the first, stretching and sliding against skin, working in tandem with the flat of his tongue against your clit. 

You come with a cry of his name, body bowing over the top of his head, fingers a tangle against his scalp. He continues to lick and pump into you through your orgasm, his other hand holding tight against your hip you’re sure you’ll have bruises come morning. But you don’t care. You don’t care at all. You grip the front of Steve’s shirt and drag him upward to your mouth, tasting yourself on him. His tongue glides over your own, moans mingling in the spaces between you. 

Your hands work on his jeans next, needing more of him, his mouth moving languidly over yours. Shaky hands slide the button through the hole, fingers pushing down the zipper, the desperate wiggle of fabric down his thighs so he can kick himself out of them. You waste no time sliding him out of his boxers, hand pumping him once, twice, before he’s sliding on a condom fished from his wallet and asking you how you want him. 

It’s how you end up sliding down to the edge of the table, his fingers dipping into your slick heat, still sensitive from your orgasm, his cock straining against your hip when he drops down to kiss you once more, whispering, “Are you sure? Need your words, pretty girl.”

“I want you…I’ve wanted this, Steve.” 

You feel him nudge at your entrance, so full and thick it has your eyes rolling slightly at the first delicious stretch. Your arm curls around his shoulder to drag your chests closer, gasps mingling, the hand curling around your hip gripping tighter while he sinks inch by inch into you until he’s buried to the hilt.

He rocks slowly against you at first. A slow, torturous drag in and out. In and out. Until you’re whimpering steadily into the quiet room, ankle curling around a hip, drawing him closer. Always closer. It’s a slow build up. Face pressed into his chest, hips rolling in tandem with his, relishing in his sounds rumbling deep within his chest. 

It’s Steve, you remind yourself. 

Steve, your best friend in the world, rocking into you, chasing your peaks together. He's whispering how pretty you are, how good you feel, praising you. He murmurs ‘good fuckin’ girl’ against your mouth when your head shifts and you kiss him greedily, a messy tangle of lips, tongue and teeth. 

“Faster, Steve,” you plead, eyes pinching shut. 

His hips snap harder against yours, his grunts and groans filling the space, driving the table to knock against the wall, sending the box of new inventory hurtling to the ground. Neither of you can be bothered with it, hands clutching against clothes, mouths tangling, wet skin slapping against skin, lurching closer and closer to the edge.  

Steve’s laying you back against the table, chest crawling over your own, mouth like a brand against yours, your hair fanning around your head. He curls a forearm under your lower back, tilting your hips, the new angle hitting that part of you over and over and over again that makes your vision grow white around the edges. Your whimpers of his name spurring him on, your thigh crooked over one of his elbows, drawing him closer, deeper. 

Steve comes seconds after you do, face red and chest heaving, gasping at the way your body clenches around him. Kisses you in between broken cries of his name falling from your pretty lips. 

Your thigh slides back down from around his elbow. The other thigh slowly drops back down against the wood, skirt bunching indecently around your hips, his chest heavy against yours. Your fingers come up to brush along his hair, humming when he leans over to kiss you once, twice, and then slides off of you, your body immediately missing the feeling of being full of him. 

You dress and clean in silence. Little awkward chuckles spilling here and there as he helps you slide your underwear back on, head disappearing beneath your skirt to teasingly nip at the inside of a thigh. Your hands help to smooth his unruly hair back into place. It’s a gentle slide of fingers together when you both make your way out to his car and slip inside, the cheeky grin from him when he leans over the center console and smacks a kiss against your cheek, making your skin burn ablaze. 

“Want to go get food? Maybe a milkshake,” he suggests, curling a hand around his steering wheel. “On me.” 

“Like a date?” You muse, watching his hand curl around your own to draw your palm to his lips for a slow kiss into the center. 

“If you want it to be.”

-

Steve and you open up at Family Video the next day. 

Your late night plans the day before in hindsight may not have been the best idea either of you had in a while, but seeing him early that next morning with his sunglasses perched on his face and his lips eagerly seeking yours over the center console had made it worth it. 

You’d spent the evening huddled over a basket of fries, talking about your feelings, about giving things a try, constantly touching. Hands, cheeks, shoulders, legs. You craved it all, this new need to be attached at all times, butterflies fluttering in bellies, grins tugging at faces. Later it had been chocolatey milkshake kisses under the stars at Lover’s Lake, a new world of exploration at your fingertips. 

Presently, Robin and Eddie mill about in the distance, looking for a movie for your usual Friday night in, the two of them calling various movie titles over to where you and Steve work behind the countertop. 

“How about Heathers?” Eddie asks, just as Keith barrels out of the back room, looking red in the face and on a mission. 

“Looks like you two—” he points between you and Steve. “—did some rearranging in the back room last night. That wall you dented and then tried to hide behind the table, however you managed that, I don’t know…but yeah, you’ll be paying for it. And the stack of movies on the floor? If any are busted, I’ll dock both your pay for them as well. Count your lucky stars I’m not firing you both.” 

He’s gone back the way he came, leaving you standing beside Steve, your mouths open, eyes rounded in fear. 

Steve mouths, “We forgot to clean up the movies…”

You turn into his chest to hide, mortification burning your face. 

Robin and Eddie smirk, high-fiving amidst the movie displays. 

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[akitsuneswife]

meant to be | Hideyoshi Toyotomi (Ikesen)

Pairing: Hideyoshi x OC (Oichi Oda)

words: 600+

a/n: I was reading Oichi's wiki page when I discovered it's said she did not like Hideyoshi lol but I like the angst of his dumbass being in love and denying it. Anyways, enjoy!

Oichi stood up and bowed as carefully as she could as to not be any more dizzy than she felt already. "If you excuse me, I'll retire now. I feel a little tired."

Most of the presents bid her goodbye and quickly returned to their conversations but Hideyoshi stared at her back as she walked through the door and left the room.

Hideyoshi was itching for a moment alone with her, despite himself. Without thinking, he stood up abruptly, attracting everyone's eyes to him.

"I'll... I'll go take some air," he declared and left before anyone had the chance to say something, like teasing him for going after Oichi.

She was drunk, I'm sure. I'll just go and make sure she's fine.

Once outside, he walked quickly, finding himself before her bedchamber's door before he had even thought what he would do—or say, if he even dared to knock.

Just as he prepared to do it, the door slip open. "Oh," she breathed. "Did something happen?"

"No, no, I just... I wanted to know if you were okay? I noticed you drank a bit more than usual," he replied.

"I am fine," she replied with a soft smile. Looking both sides of the corridor, she whispered, "Do you want to come in?"

"I- y-yes."

She moved aside and let him inside before closing the door.

"Help me brush my hair?"

Oichi held out a brush, her eyes having a soft and doe-like appareance. He nodded, feeling like he was walking right into the wolf's den.

Despite how much he denied himself, there was a part of him that often thought that she had to know how he felt, with how much she seemed to enjoy teasing him.

She sat in the futon and he came up behind her, starting to take off all the accessories she was wearing and undoing her hairdo before starting to brush.

The room was silent but he relished the quiet, this little moment of peace they shared before going back to their duties, to their places.

He took his time, slowly brushing through her dark hair. "Want me to braid it for you?" Hideyoshi asked softly.

"Yes."

Once he was finished, she stood up and faced him. Her cheeks were a little red still but her eyes never shied away from his face.

"Thank you."

"Of course, anyt-"

The words died on his throat as her lips connected with his in a chaste kiss, before she pulled away and giggled.

"What... wha-what did...?"

She chuckled with amusement at his agape expression. He tried to recompose himself but it was fruitless; his mind could not comprehend the fact she kissed him. A quick, mere peck of the lips, enough to make him want more. Enough to light up the pent up desire he tried his hardest to hide.

Of course, it wasn't just desire. There was something stronger there but he refused to name it. It was shameful, really, but he knew better than to dream of having her.

"A reward for your help," she said nonchalantly, a small smile accompanying the words.

"Of course," he muttered. Realizing truly how little distance there was between them, he backed away and bowed.

"I should go. Good night, lady Oichi."

It wasn't easy to slip into his role again but it was natural. It was the way it was meant to be.

The kiss meant nothing. It couldn't possibly mean anything. Because then... well, he wasn't sure he would be able to hold back.

"Good night, Hideyoshi."

Her soft voice followed him, sweet like a melody to his ears, even later still when he was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep without dreaming of her.

Needlessly to say, he failed.

[lunarosewood23]

XIV -> XVI Crossover I: Ratatoskr's Descent

After being dropped on her head in this strange new world, Raven officially meets Bahamut’s Dominant, Dion Lesage, and learns something that not a soul should know thanks to the wording of her spell. Or rather, a few things.

Note: I myself have NOT played XVI, but I’ve watched cutscenes and triple checked myself. I hope it’s an enjoyable read!

Word Count: 2,544

Cross-posted to AO3 here!!

“Fury’s mercy, Raven come look at this...” Haurchefant called to Raven, who squeezed his hand as she stared down at the chaos of the battle below.

Ratatoskr, are you certain Bahamut’s Dominant will be here?

“I am, Sanbreque uses him for war. He will be here, especially since Odin has made his appearance.”

“What?” Raven shouted in alarm as she heard something akin to a soldier’s march on the eastern horizon. Upon a black six-legged steed was a man in black armor and holding a massive black blade. “Oh come on why does he look like Golbez...”

Her ears soon picked up on a conversation from the west and the faintest melody of what she thought was a beautiful tragedy.

“The king is bold... or desperate!”

Haurchefant caught that look in her eye and passed her a spyglass. She looked into it to see a blonde man in white and silver with his hands on his hips, another man with brown hair and holding a spear standing at his side.

“Will you be fighting him personally, Your Highness?” The brunette spoke, and she watched the blonde turn his head and-was that a smile?

“Of course.”

She watched him take the spear and he looked to be preparing to jump off the cliff. The blonde must be the Dominant Ratatoskr told her to find.

“Greagor’s breath fill your wings...” The brunette whispered as he stepped back.

Oh she knew that tone. Haurchefant has taken that tone many a time over the years they have been together. But here wasn’t the time to ponder it, for she watched a flash of light as the blonde jumped off the cliff, and in his place was a giant dragon with scales that looked to reflect the surroundings around them. The melody she heard before was stronger, and with his appearance did Odin ride into battle, their melodies clashing beautifully.

“Time to go Raven, that is Bahamut.” Ratatoskr explained and Raven handed the spyglass back to Haurchefant.

“Whelp, that’s my cue. Never actually fought in battle like this, but we’ll see what happens.” She said simply as Haurchefant handed her her staff.

“Worry not, I’ll take over.” Ratatosker soothed in her mind as she stole a kiss from him.

“Halone keep you améthyste.” He breathed against her lips, worry in his voice.

“Always afah ehsk.”

With that she took a running start and felt a vibration as though her form had rippled, and what felt like a sonic boom she rose through the skies as Ratatoskr, massive horns and crimson scales glinting like rubies in the sun. She watched as Bahamut fired a beam of aether only for Odin to block with it with a cleave of his sword. She managed to dodge the Megaflares Bahamut aimed at him before rushing in. She bit into Odin’s shoulder and tossed him off his horse before zooming up towards the heavens. She could hear the confused shouts of the soldiers, but moreso Bahamut’s roar as he flew after her.

“I mean you no harm Bahamut!” She called.

“Who are you??”

“I am Ratatoskr, and I am not your enemy. I would aid you and yours if you but allow me!”

Bahamut stared at her, all three of his eyes narrowed at her, but soon saw that Odin had found himself back on his horse.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Your Majesty. Shall we?” She asked.

“Very well. But I demand answers.”

Inwardly she cheered as she nodded her head and they charged, this time Ratatoskr going for the horse as Bahamut caught Odin’s sword with his talons. She got her horns under the horse and threw them both, hopefully knocking him off balance again. She roared, a song echoed across the battlefield.

Mah morn OdinSahl djahs afah an

That had thrown Odin’s blade off kilter, allowing for Bahamut to narrowly avoid the cleave he made with his sword before he flew off. Ratatoskr flew off as well, stopping to gather her dearest one before flying off after Bahamut.

~~~

“Oh that was a weird sensation.” Raven stated as she unprimed and stretched, looking at the camp on the horizon. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it...”

“I am surprised it has not taxed your aether to do so.” Ratatoskr mused in her head.

I suspect the reason is due to being Etherian, but I’m also still figuring out the way this world works and how my magic works within it. Raven guessed before looking at the camp. She heard more than saw several men rushing around and the rustling of cages, along with shouts of the healers tending to the wounded. They likely are being run ragged and desperately need a rest, but the healers need to tend to their patients or more lives will be lost.

Rest, healing...wait a minute.

A melody came to her and she hummed it to herself, recognizing it immediately. Her old lullaby from when she was a child. If she could amplify it to where it could be heard throughout the camp, and make it to where she could talk to the Dominant alone...

“Yes...alright.”

“Améthyste?” Haurchefant called.

“I...might be considering something reckless.”

“How reckless?”

“Mingxia level reckless.”

Haurchefant sighed. “You are not normally a gambler dearheart.”

“I know, but if this works I may secure an alliance with His Highness. And if this doesn’t we get sent back home and we can see our kids again.” Raven explained. “Trust me?”

“I always do my love.”

~~~

Greagor must have been smiling down upon him. To not only have aid against Odin, but a massive crimson dragon the size of an Eikon...

But why had he never heard of this “Ratatoskr” before?

“I have only heard whispers of this dragon, Ratatoskr.” Bahamut explained from the whispers of his soul. “She is a lost, and rather minor Eikon, residing over sound. She only comes when a great wish is made for change.”

Is she a threat? Dion wondered as he entered the command tent and sat down.

“No, not to you and yours.”

An ally then. But why come now? And who was her Dominant?

He sighed. There was no further time to contemplate it as Terence made his way into the tent with a missive in his hand. He fought down the urge to smile at his dearest as he was handed the missive.

“Saboteurs?” He read.

“Their attacks are frequent and widespread, even in the Holy Capital.”

“The capital...?” Dion asked. “What of my father? Is he-”

“His Radiance is safe.” Terence assured, and Dion took a small breath in relief but took note of his beloved’s solemn gaze. “But he has ordered the city guard strengthened. We can expect no reinforcements.”

“That is of no matter. The emperor’s safety is paramount.” Dion assured after a pause with a nod and a sigh, part of him saddened that he was left without aid again but he schooled his face into a determined stare. “I shall deal with our enemies here.”

“All of them!” He growled as he stood, though something seemed off.

“Your Highness, wait!” Terence called. “There is still the matter of the red dragon. Do we even know where it came from?”

Dion looked back at him to answer but noticed that they were alone, not even the ones who held his mail and halberd were in the tent. He knew he did not dismiss them, yet his mail was on its mannequin and his halberd was against the rack.

“Something is amiss.” Dion noted, and Terence was on guard. He went for his halberd and handed it to him as Dion listened to the notably quieter camp. “I hear...singing?”

“A siren?” But what is one doing so far inland?” Terence asked, but Dion shook his head.

“It is Ratatoskr’s Dominant. The song is a sleep spell laced with healing magic. Likely meant to put all who did not have my power to sleep.” Bahamut explained in his mind.

But why...?

“No, not a siren.” He told Terence. “The red dragon is an Eikon, albeit a minor one, according to Bahamut.”

“This is the dragon’s Dominant then?” He asked, and Dion nodded. “But why attack us after aiding against Odin?”

“I do not think this is an attack, Bahamut said that the song we’re hearing is a sleep spell laced with healing magic. I believe she wishes for an audience with me alone.” Dion replied as he looked around before smiling at him and lowering his voice. “This Dominant is not expecting you.”

A smile crossed Terence’s lips. “I will protect you, my prince. Shall we greet this Dominant then?���

With a nod the pair left the tent.

~~~

True to Bahamut’s word, it was a wide-spread sleep spell that put all of their men to sleep, but the magic underneath was healing. They would wake refreshed and revitalized, any wounds and aches healed and soothed.

“I wonder why the Dominant decided to do this, rather than come to us directly?” Terence muttered as they walked.

“I’m not sure. However, the magic is working.” Dion replied as he left the medic’s tent. “We’re getting close, the song is louder. It sounds...draconic?”

He didn’t get time to ponder it further, for soon enough they spotted the source of the music. A woman with brown skin and purple hair. She looked to be sitting on a stone in the middle of their camp strumming a lyre with a staff set at her side. Her attendant looked to be an elven swordsman out of the old story books they read as children, with sweeping silvery blue hair and long pointed ears decorated by simple black ear cuffs.

The pair looked at each other to confirm what they were seeing before Dion motioned for Terence to circle around behind them before stepping out from behind the tent to greet their guests.

“I must admit, you certainly know how to gain someone’s attention Lady Ratatoskr.” Dion stated.  “Although I must ponder why you would aid me in battle only to use magic upon my men.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” The woman giggled as she set aside her lyre, but it didn’t sound malicious like he expected, her voice gentle and kind. A rarity among nobles, as most he knew their voices were often laced with a honeyed venom. “I wished to speak with you without being disturbed. And so soon after a battle it is no surprise that your men are exhausted. So I bid them rest. And as I’m sure you’ve noticed milord, there is healing magic woven in my song. You will not lose any men this day.”

“She is correct. Her magic is potent. Many of your men would have died had she not intervened.” Bahamut confirmed from his mind.

“I am in your debt for saving them then. Though I still question why you would do so.” Dion conceded with a guarded smile.

“If there is one thing I know that we who carry dragon’s blood and power in our veins that we do not handle well, it is loss.” She replied with a pained smile. “As queen of my nation it pains me to see my people lost in a senseless war. Hence my reason for being here. I would stop a senseless war before it begins.”

Dion stared at her in confusion, but before he could speak, her attendant drew his blade and clashed with Terence’s own.

The woman blinked in surprise before taking a breath.

“STOP!!”

Magic woven into a command, Dion realized, and while Terence had backed off, his blade was still drawn and poised to strike her attendant.

Ratatoskr's Dominant however looked to be in thought before giving a smile to her attendant. “My dearest, stand down. It seems His Highness and I are of a similar mind.”

“Améthyste...”

“Tout ira bien, surtout compte tenu de ce que je comprends des lois de Sanbreque et des enseignements de leur église.” She soothed.

Her attendant nodded and Dion nodded at Terence. “At ease.”

Terence sheathed his blade before moving to his side, his eyes guarded again. “And what do you know?”

Her attendant was on guard but she squeezed his hand away from his sword to hold his hand in a way he held Terence's hand when they were alone. She didn't seem bothered by the fact that he understood her, at least not outwardly.

“That it was at best frowned upon and at worst heresy for Bahamut’s Dominant to have a champion be blessed by his Light.” She replied, but soon gave a chuckle, her gauntleted hand not holding her attendant’s reaching to rub at the back of her neck in sheepishness. “Though perhaps that was my fault for not properly coding my spell. For I had only phrased it to put to sleep all who did not have Bahamut’s power, not all who were not his Dominant. Worry not, I will not tell a soul of this.”

“For someone who claims they wish to petition for peace, you seem to be doing much to make me less amenable to agree to such terms.” Dion proclaimed in annoyance. “What is it you truly seek? What wish has Ratatoskr been sent to grant?”

And in that moment, she sighed as she stood, and both of them realized that she was also incredibly tall, standing taller than her attendant, albeit only by a few inches, and had much smaller, but still pointy ears. If her attendant was an elven knight, she was the elven princess the knight would rescue. Though she likely did not need saving like the stories might suggest.

She walked the short distance and looked down at him, and he realized that she made him feel much shorter, smaller even, than he was.

“Someone in this world wished for freedom. Someone else wished for peace. Yet another wished for change. I am here to see those and many more wishes realized. I was told to find you first, and here you are. I have no wish to fight, and something tells me you wish naught for senseless bloodshed.” She explained softly, her tone gentle yet serious before easing.

“If we are to come together as friends, let us cast aside our titles and our Eikons, and know each other as children of man.” She offered as she held out a gauntleted hand to him. “I may know of you, but I would like to know your name.”

Dion didn't know what to think of this woman, but something in those warm purple eyes of hers did not show any hidden lies or agenda. It was a strange thing dealing with someone who didn’t have a hidden motive, especially in dealing with him. However with that strangeness came a form of comfort, for he always respected honesty, for it was a virtue a leader should carry. His eyes drifted towards Terence, who had ever been at his back and saw him give a slight nod, a sign that he would follow his decision.

“Very well. I am Dion Lesage. It is a pleasure, Lady...” He greeted as he took her hand.

“Raven. Raven Cross-Fortemps. It is an honor, Ser Dion.”

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French translations (bc I’m crazy and use French for High Ishgardian. Someone who knows French please double-check me bc I don’t trust google translate):

Améthyste -> Amethyst (Haurchefant’s petname for Raven)

Tout ira bien, surtout compte tenu de ce que je comprends des lois de Sanbreque et des enseignements de leur église. -> Everything will be fine, especially given what I understand of Sanbreque's laws and the teachings of their church.

Dragonspeak translations (bc I’m apparently a masochist):

Afah Ehsk -> Eternal Love

Mah morn Odin -> Death comes Odin Sahl djahs afah an -> Vengeance will be ours

[thedetectiveofinaba]

@fatexbound​ asked: ▤ = falling asleep on them . (Yunao or any ship you want!)

 Send me a symbol to receive a reaction from my muse to XYZ / not accepting any longer

I’m throwing the yunao drabble to Read More bc I wrote more than I assumed (and now have feels for these two. Hlep.)

Naoto should’ve expected this outcome to happen. She had been hanging out with Yu like usually while both were doing homework simultaneously with snacks and had plans to maybe watch a movie with him and Nanako. She had assumed that he’d listened for the whole time on the timeline of Detective Conan and what movies she had seen so either her information dump was slow while both had taken a break on the sofa on his room.

When had he even fallen asleep? It must’ve been before the recap of second movie and during or after the third movie and how she’d personally disagreed some of the changes to animation style or execution of the plot ideas. 

Now that she thought on this more, she hadn’t ever taken a closer look on how Yu looked when he wasn’t stressed or putting up an act for pothers. Yu had improved in that but she could still sense how he wasn’t as vulnerable with most people at IT as she was with her. She supposed it was a badge of honor she’d earnt, but still… she couldn’t lie on being concerned on his sanity. The concern she had on him did shift to focusing on not moving an inch to make sure her shoulder, acting as a rough pillow, didn’t move too much.

Since when was her boyfriend so adorable? The haircut he had fit him really well and while the eyelashes were the usual length for an average male, that combined with the face and the eye color it was almost perfect. Emphasis on almost perfect because she knew that a perfect human on aesthetical standpoint could never exist, but in her point of view Yu was one of the most stunning people to ever exist.

No wonder she’d fallen for him without realizing that, especially after his personality and willingness to see her as a person and not categorize her as a girly girl immediately. It’d been a risk to start a relationship at the same year but the risk in question had been one of the best decisions in her life. They were two not ideal people, yes, but they somehow were a good match and there hadn’t been too harsh arguments yet. She really hoped that if there was, they’d be able to sort them out without any crisis.

First relationships were already fragile since both parties were inexperienced and likely to fuck up, and that would have huge consequences for both. She didn’t know Yu had anxiety on their success as a couple like she did, but it was on her mind on a regular basis and something she should address if it started to bug her more.

The lax pacing on Yu’s breathing halted her train of thought and brought her focus back to her boyfriend. Naoto only smiled at the whole moment and combed through his hair with her hand while hoping this moment would last for longer than only five minutes. After all, she was trusted enough for this honor and she liked to think it was proof on how they’d last for longer than an average teenager couple at Yaso High. It’d be more than an one-week fling, what they had was stable and long term.

[lunarreaper12]

A small oneshot has been added to Project Carrier! It’s about our dear Hunter, and it is particularly short so if you have a couple minutes and you like L4D, maybe consider giving it a read?

Also, I do take requests for Project Carrier! If you have any scenarios you want to see or more information on any of the SCs, feel free to comment or send me an ask~!

[lunarreaper-ut]

Yknow something I realized that was a major difference between Sable and Dream? Dream was turned to stone for... what was it, 500 years? That actually didn’t happen with Sable!

Sable was injured by Alabaster when they were young, yes, but he was left for dead, not turned to stone. Why is that, you may ask?

Because Alabaster wasn’t corrupted when he and Sable fought.

Yep, that’s right, Alabaster truly was an Alabastard from the start. I may make another post about why he did it at a later date, but for now, we talk about Sable.

So why, you may ask, is Sable not being turned to stone such a significant difference? Well, that’s simple... It’s because Dream, when he was awoken from his stone prison, likely hadn’t aged since then (I don’t know the official canon, but that’s my headcanon for canon Dream). This means his mental development was stopped, and so that would mean that the Dream we know is a sort of “imperfect” version! He’s not a full guardian! He was rushed into his role because of the apple incident, and likely had little to no time to learn anything. Of course our Underverse Dream is a badass, but realistically... wouldn’t canon Dream be... I dunno, weaker? Or at least less skilled.

That’s what I believe the big difference between Sable and Dream is. Sable has grown since his “apple incident”, he’s learned and fought and trained for those 500 years, he’s basically what you would imagine a fully grown Dream to be! Dream may be an adult, but he’s far from the Guardian he could be!

Sable has already taken that time to become a true Guardian. While his and Dream’s goals ultimately are the same, Sable, I believe, is closer to achieving that goal.

[dapper-lil-arts]

One of my favorite scenes i've ever written lmao, from "The Princess and the Peasant"

I seriously strongly recommend reading this if you're a fan of Rarijack like me. It's got action, romance, comedy, drama, all of the above and more; It's a three course meal and also the whole fucking menu

[skyscrapergods]

has being fucking Massive and Immortality changed the alicorns’ perspective on regular ponies? I imagine they’d get more condescending and distant and stuff

You are surrounded by flies. If you pause, and look closely, you realize the flies are iridescent, with deeply colorful eyes, and beautiful wings like stained glass. It cannot see the colorful windows of your world, but you can try to describe them. But know that doing so take up the creature's precious time. Years to them is mere hours to you. In a long conversation about the stars, you and the fly share ideas and perspectives. You come away delighted with a new view on constellations and what they mean to the common folk.

The fly comes away dazzled, haunted, and halfway to the grave. What was to you a wonderful conversation was years of study, communion, and dedication on the part of the small creature. He gave up any other pursuits, he constructed his life around this cause. He lost his friends, family, and home. You lost your lunch break.

You love this creature. You love the small being that you once were. You want to talk to him again. You want to tell him of the stars, of dreams... but to speak with him twice, at least meaningfully, would take from him the rest of his life. Could you demand that from him for the sake of your own curiosity? Years passed for him already. In the time it took you to draw a breath, his childhood ended. Do you summon him again? Or do you let him go to live his life, what's left of it?

It is painful for everyone. It hurts something in your chest, it breaks the heart of a god. It wounds his family to watch him leave them behind for the sake of what? A mere whim? He had ambitions! He had a story! It's all gone now. Rewritten for your musings.

You leave him. He cries for you but he needs not a goddess. He needs to live, to turn from the sky to his fellow bugs.

That's what he is. A fly. A mere insect to you. To hold him down is to pin him through his soft center, and display his corpse as a record of his extinction.

So look away. Forget the color of his eyes, the sound of his voice, and the intelligence that stirred you to pluck him out his world and keep him in yours. There, he would be a wildflower with a cut stem. He would be beautiful, but he is so small, and so quiet. He would be just a decoration on your table; made to dance and sing for your amusement and then tossed out with the rubbish when he breaks.

You miss him. You love him. But he is a crawling worm and you are the rain. There are many others like him, but you must be careful to only speak a few words to each. Or better yet, say nothing at all. Let them fade and mix into a writhing blur without name, stories, or opinions on stars.

You are surrounded by flies.

[prettyboytsum]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ complaining about his size cw: afab! reader, daddy kink, slightly possessive, initial discomfort disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 302

“‘s too big, can’t fit!” you whine, bucking your hips as he starts pushing the tip of his large cock into you. tears pricking as you let out a soft moan of discomfort—hands on his chest as you instinctively try to push him away. "too big, daddy!" “i know, baby. i know,” he murmurs reassuringly into your ear. one hand playing with your clit as he tries to dull the pain of accommodating his girth. “but don’t you wanna be a good girl for me, hm? wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

you let out a gasp, now gripping his shoulders as you nod frantically. you bite your lip, a muffled squeal leaving you as he pushes another inch in.

“oh fuck, gotta relax for me, yeah? sucking me in, can’t even move, princess,” he groans, hiding in the crook of your neck as he pushes deeper. you let out another whine, the pain mixing in with pleasure as you start bucking your hips to chase a familiar high. “atta girl, we’ll make it fit.”

“so big—so big,” you blabber mindlessly as he bottoms out, both of you moaning in unison.

“daddy too big for you?” he whispers, planting wet kisses on his neck. his tone is hardly apologetic—if anything, it’s almost mocking. “daddy too big for his pretty pussy?”

you nod dumbly, loud whines escaping your lips as he pulls out before pushing himself back in. his thrusts become more aggressive as his fingers tweak and pull on every inch of skin he can hold onto.

“too bad, princess,” he growls, pinning your wrists above your head as he leans against your legs so that you’re practically folded in half. “because it's the only cock that’s ever gonna fuck you this good.”

toji, suna, geto, eren, sukuna, daichi, reiner, ushijima, iwaizumi, tsukishima

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[chochuuya]

soft & random headcanons with tr boys!

characters included: mikey, mitsuya, draken, kazutora, baji, takemichi, chifuyu, smiley, angry, hakkai, inui, kokonoi, rindou, ran, izana, hanma and kakucho.

⤹ mikey would subconsciously tuck your hair behind your ear when it gets out of place, while you were talking. then he'll tilt his head in confusion when you blushed and stumble on your words.

⤹ mitsuya is good with make up. i'm convinced that anyone who is good with arts/crafts are automatically pros in doing make up.

⤹ draken understands personal space, but he would always make sure you're alright by sending texts or food.

⤹ kazutora definitely cried when he heard laufey's song falling behind for the first time. (i did too)

⤹ baji is the type of person that would cover the sharp edge of a table when you crouch down to take something on the floor.

⤹ takemichi would run to a photo booth whenever he sees one, while holding your hand with his smile a mile wide.

⤹ chifuyu is a taekwondo kid and he is good with subway surfers. (i fell even more when he kicked down those tenjiku boys)

⤹ smiley would say "my brother was right about you", whenever you mess up but he won't say what exactly.

⤹ angry is a good cook and smiley would always be the food taster. he also seems like the person to make sure you never eat alone.

⤹ hakkai is a pretty boy so, he would totally have those dyed buzz cut designs and pull off every look. i also think he is a trinket person who collects cute stuff, especially keychains.

⤹ inui would hold your pinky or play with your hand mindlessly while you were talking about your day.

⤹ kokonoi knows a lot about everything and he is creative with the gifts he give you. it's been known that his love language is giving gifts anyway.

⤹ rindou is smart and he would even offer to stay up late to help you with your homework.. not forgetting to nag you a little.

⤹ ran knows how to do pottery and has a famous public spotify playlist. i feel like he would show off his skills on tiktok and would blow up overnight because 1) he is hot and 2) a hot guy doing pottery.

⤹ izana is bold and for some reason, i think he hates slow walkers. he would either nudge someone's shoulder while walking past them or simply sighed in annoyance. or both.

⤹ hanma is a fashion boy and he will change his style a lot. he is also funny without even trying and loves taking ootd pics.

⤹ kakucho is a great listener and he gives the best advice, but won't hesitate to call you out if he thinks you know better. he's a real one.

please do not steal, copy, translate, repost to other sites or claim my writings as your own. plagiarism is real!

i challenged myself to type more 🥸 i hope you like this one~ all notes; reblogs, likes and comments are vv much appreciated! ( 〃▽〃)

[brenbofen]

Base Urges ♥︎

Sub Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng x Dom AMAB Foxian Reader

Broadcaster Message - i need to get Dan Heng pregnant or i will die

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Imbibitor Lunae Dan Heng, Dom AMAB Reader, Foxian Reader, Reader doesn’t know Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara at first, Established Relationships, Heats/Mating Seasons, Virgin Dan Heng, Biting and Marking, You fuck Dan Heng so hard his Vidyadhara traits come out, Dan Heng is called your mate and love, Anal fingering and penetration, Multiple orgasms, Cum swallowing, Belly Bulge, Mating Press, Over Simulation.

!! Not Proof Read !!

Many of the Astral Express members noticed a change in Dan Heng when you chose to travel with them, the way he seemed to smile more, was more talkative when you were around, your hand always over his. He’d noticed a change in himself as well, but, it was far different than what the others noticed.

It was related to his Vidyadhara origins. His need to mark you, protect you, always be with you. He tried to suppress these, instincts, as best as he could, but you made it so hard. As a Foxian you also had your instincts, bite maarks littering Dan Heng’s body, your need to always pamper him, the few times you would let the word mate slip out. It drove him mad.

He had settled on avoiding over-stimulating encounters with you, if he did that he could avoid his more base urges. Of course you had to go and make it difficult for him.

Dan Heng was stood outside your bedroom door, staring at your message a bit confused. Your message was unorganized and hastily written, but among all your misspelled words and lack of punctuation he could tell you needed him, and bad, just not why. He gently knocked on the door, hearing your soft voice mutter a “Come in.”

Dan Heng tucked his phone into his pocket and opened your door, the sight of your body and your scent making him take a step back. You were sprawled out on your bed in nothing but your boxers, your usually well kept tail and hair a frazzled mess as you panted, your head lazily turning to face Dan Heng and you smiled softly, mumbling for him to come closer.

Oh.

You were in your heat.

He’d heard you mention it offhandedly, and when in the Shackling Prison, he’d seen Foxian inmates be given suppressants or taken to private quarters, but he didn’t think it’d be happening now. He was more than ready to help you, but he wasn’t ready to be so vulnerable with you, and the possibility of his Vidyadhara traits coming out.

He slowly stepped in, allowing the door to close behind him as he soaked in your appearance. Even in your disheveled state there was something so elegant about how your rolled onto your back, head pressed into the plush blankets beneath you as you grinned at Dan Heng, a light shine coating your body from your sweat. Your tail wagged faster and faster as Dan Heng creeped closer to you, your hands reaching out to cup his face once he was standing over you.

“Hmm, my rut caught me off guard.” Your voice was soft as you pulled Dan Heng down for a kiss. You pulled him into the bed with you as best you could, eventually finding yourself straddling his hips as you sat atop him, Dan Heng flushing a deep red at the sight. “Could you help me? It is your job as my mate~” Dan Heng let out a ragged breath as you leaned down and nipped at his ear, feeling you move your hips and start grinding against his thigh, soft whines escaping your lips.

Dan Heng sighed, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, “Of course, do what you need.” He heard you hum in response, watching as you sat up and began to strip Dan Heng down, tail impatiently thumping against your bed. He simply decided he’d try to hold his more draconic traits in as best he could, you came before his needs, it was something you always frowned at when he would say that, he blamed the idea on his instincts.

You hummed once you got Dan Heng down to his boxers, lazily tossing his clothing somewhere in your room as you leaned down as kissed Dan Heng, hands exploring his body. He was glad he caught you early into your heat, you were able to hold yourself back a bit, for now at least. There was a mix of giddiness and fear pooling in his chest, not only would this be his first time with you, it was his first time in general.

You moved away from Dan Heng and glanced down, a frown forming on your face, “Your marks are fading.” You dragged your fingers over the faded hickeys and bite marks covering Dan Heng’s neck and shoulders. Dan Heng nodded, tilting his head back slightly, “You can replace them if you like.” He watched as you visibly perked up, ears standing straight up and tail wagging as you leaned down and sunk your teeth into Dan Heng’s neck, he let out a whine at the feeling of you breaking his skin, your tongue dragging along the wound. You mumbled a soft sorry before your returned to marking Dan Heng, his neck having barely any untouched skin once you were finished.

You sat up and admired your work for a moment, hands dragging over the fresh bruises and indents from your teeth. You let out a hum as you reached over Dan Heng, grabbing a bottle of lube from your bedside table. You moved down so you were kneeling between Dan Heng’s legs, curling your fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. “You ready for me to go further?” Dan Heng nodded slowly, excitement bubbling in his chest as you tugged his boxers down.

You unconsciously licked your lips at the sight of his hard dick, tail practically wagging a mile a minute. Dan Heng saw how your fingers twitched and your breathing grew heavy. It was obvious you were trying to hold yourself back, your need to let Dan Heng enjoy this as well just barely overpowering your instincts. You opened the bottle of lube and smeared it on your fingers, moving Dan Heng so his legs were loosely resting on your shoulders. You experimentally pressed one of your fingers against Dan Heng’s hole, glancing up at him for approval.

Dan Heng nodded, throwing his head back when your pressed the full finger in. The feeling of your finger pressing against his insides was alien to Dan Heng, but he also loved it. He loved the closeness, the way you looked at him so lovingly as you carefully fingered him, how you watched for even the smallest change in his face once you pressed a second finger in.

Dan Heng could feel the pads of your fingers pressing against his insides as you stretched him out, suddenly letting out the sweetest moan when you pressed your fingers into a particular spot. “There it is~” You cooed at Dan Heng as your pressed your fingers into his prostate, soaking in all the sweet whines and moans that spilled from his lips. The waves of pleasure that washed over him were so overwhelming, every time he’d feel the pads of your fingers press into the bundle of nerves he’d arch his back, unconsciously pressing his hips against your hand, trying to feel more of you inside of him.

You leaned down and pressed kisses against Dan Heng’s abdomen, feeling his hand tangle itself into your hair. “[Name]—! Hahh, that feels so— AhHh—“ Dan Heng threw his head back as you wrapped your lips around his dick, feeling you groan around him as his cum shot into your mouth. You used your free hand to massage his thigh, helping Dan Heng through his orgasm, feeling him tremble around you. He whined as you pulled your head away from his dick, licking your lips clean of any drool and cum that may have spilled out.

You laughed as you pulled your fingers out of Dan Heng, resting your hand over the waistband of your boxers, “Goodness, you’re so sensitive.” You teased Dan Heng, watching as he pressed his head into the pillows beneath him, only whining in response. You pulled your boxers off, hissing as the cold air of your room hit your dick. Dan Heng glanced at you, sucking in a harsh breath as you began to smear lube over your dick. You were so big, he could barely handle your fingers, how could you possibly think he could take your dick now!

You glanced up at Dan Heng, smiling softly when you realized why he was staring at you so shocked. You leaned down and pressed kisses against his stomach, staring up at him so sweetly, “I know you can take it, you have to.” You sat up and held Dan Heng’s legs up with one hand, using the other to align your tip with his hole. Dan Heng let out a shaky breath as you pressed your tip into him, still sensitive from his previous orgasm.

You pressed yourself deeper into him, occasionally pausing to let Dan Heng get used to your length. “You’re doing so well Dan Heng, taking me so well,” You let go of Dan Heng’s legs and let them fall around your hips, “Hahh, you’re squeezing so tightly, love.” You got half of your length into Dan Heng, groaning when you felt him clench around you. Dan Heng’s mouth was agape as you continued to press your dick further into him, arching his back and letting out a groan when you bottomed out.

You gently rested a hand over Dan Heng’s stomach, admiring the mound that formed in his stomach. Dan Heng watched as you very slowly thrusted in and out, watching the lump grow smaller and larger with you. “Fhuuck, I—is that you?” You glanced up at Dan Heng, nodding as you pressed your hand against the lump, tail wagging as he let out a whine at the feeling.

You slowly began to pick up the pace of your thrusts, feeling your will crumbling. Dan Heng felt so good around you, he was so tight and warm, you couldn’t help it! Your groaned as your rose onto your knees, pressing your face into the crook of Dan Heng’s neck. “[N-Name]! Sl-slow down—! Mmphmm—“ You harshly kissed Dan Heng, feeling him claw at your back as your thrusts became faster and more sloppy. “I’m sorry- You just feel so good…” You mumbled against Dan Heng’s lips, pressing your forehead against his.

You were so lost in your pleasure you didn’t notice the low growl that escaped Dan Heng or how his blunt nails felt more like claws against your back. You were so focused on chasing your high you didn’t notice the scaly tail that sprouted from Dan Heng’s lower back or the long horns that bumped against your head. ���Shit— Heng ‘m gonna- Fuckk—“ You didn’t even wait for a response before you harshly snapped your hips against Dan Heng’s, groaning as you shot your cum deep into him.

You sat up slightly, still rutting against Dan Heng, not only to chase your high but because you weren’t completely satisfied, head thrown back as you caught your breath. You opened your eyes slowly and paused everything you were doing.

Dan Heng had long, glowing teal horns sprouting from his temples, his short hair much longer than usual with the underside a dark green and red streak running through it. You stared at his bright green eyes, ears twitching as you took in his appearance. “Dan Heng..?” He glanced up at you, his own pointed ears twitching at the sound of his name. He hummed in confusion, tilting his head to the side as he took in your expression. “What—What’s wrong?” You brought a hand to Dan Heng’s horns, gently wrapped your fingers around it.

Dan Heng’s eyes were blown wide when he felt you grab his horns. He pulled away as best as he could, ending up only sinking into your bed as he jerked his head away from you. “[Name]— I’m sorry, I meant to tell you sooner and—“ You pressed a hand to his cheek, Dan Heng freezing under your touch. “It’s okay…” Your voice was soft and airy, almost as if you weren’t fully present. You leaned down and kissed Dan Heng, feeling his clawed hands nestle in your hair, nails dragging against your scalp.

You hummed against his lips, feeling his tail curl around your waist. “It’s really alright, love.” You pressed more kisses against Dan Heng’s jaw, gently beginning to rut against him again. “But… You think we could, Ahh, focus on my rut for now?” You gave Dan Heng a meek smile, your boyfriend laughing as he pressed his head into the pillows beneath him.

“Of course, do what you need.”

Dan Heng was so happy you didn’t mind the fact he was a Vidyadhara. He knew the main reason you weren’t focused on it was because of your rut, but you didn’t seem disgusted or annoyed with him, and that was the most important thing to him! Of course, after making sure you were satisfied.

Dan Heng grabbed your forearms as your thrusts became more harsh. He felt so full from your dick and your cum, feeling you fuck the warm liquid deeper and deeper into him. Something about not having to hold his draconic traits back made the pleasure ten times better, being able to fully enjoy the feeling of your dick dragging along his stained walls.

You pressed kisses against Dan Heng’s chest, your loving gaze never once faltering as you looked up at him. “Ahh- [Name],” You hummed as you rested your chin against Dan Heng’s chest, still thrusting into him at an even pace. “C-could you move… faster?” You laughed but followed Dan Heng’s request, moving your hips faster, Dan Heng groaning at the feeling of your dick pressing against his prostate.

Dan Heng whimpered as he felt you move faster and faster, watching as you grabbed his legs and brought his knees up by his shoulders so you could be as deep in him as possible, “I- I’m gonna- AhHh— I’m gonna cum agai-nn—“ Dan Heng cried out as he arched his back and came, his cum covering his abdomen, but you didn’t stop. You hovered over Dan Heng’ holding his legs together as your thrusts became sloppy.

You could tell Dan Heng was getting over-stimulated, from how tears prickled in the corner of his eyes and his nails dug into your arms. “Just a bit longer, love— Mhmmm, I’m so close—“ Your ears twitched as you thrust into Dan Heng, mouth hung open as you felt your second orgasm approaching. It thankfully wasn’t long before you came, shooting your thick cum into Dan Heng.

You fell onto Dan Heng, pressing your face into his neck. Your tail was wagging so fast as you rutted against Dan Heng, riding out your high. “Thank you…” You kissed and nipped at Dan Heng’s neck, feeling his clawed hands massaged your scalp carefully, the tip of his tail thumping against your bed. “Hahh, ‘m so happy to have you as my mate, Dan Heng.” Dan Heng laughed at your words, “Me too.”

[tteokdoroki]

❛ i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making. ❜ with isagi and any kink !!!!!!

☆༉ — YOICHI ISAGI: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i’m sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.❜

extension. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. public humiliation, free-use, voyeurism + fem!reader, nsfw.

things to note. RAAA !!! luna im sorry this is so late but i was excited to do this one pls enjoy i missed isagi saur much !!!! <3

your boyfriend, isagi, is sometimes prone to selfish tendencies.

being the japanese football league’s diamond in the rough and all-star player has meant that all the best and softest parts of him have become more rigged and hard around the edges. he takes what he can get, even if it means leaving other people behind — you have to be selfish to be at the top, it’s something that you understand. 

your boyfriend is never selfish when it comes to making you feel good. 

if yoichi can help it, he has you creaming on his tongue, fingers or cock at least twice a day when his games are at home. it’s almost double on the days that you visit him while he plays away or accompany him to tournaments. he can’t keep his hands off you, can’t stop himself from needing you or claiming you — his good luck charm. especially after he wins a match, even more so if he loses one. come rain or shine, isagi is selfish with how he teases and uses your body…even in front of his friends and fellow teammates.

“y-yo…yoichi s-stop!” you gasp, face hot and voice strained.

“stop? oh i don’t think so,” isagi growls, speeding up his skilled fingers as they dance over your slit and press his name into your clit. “i don’t think you want me to stop, precious. whatever happened to ‘yes, yoichi.’ ‘whenever you want, yoichi.’, hm?”

choking on your own words, the spit that weighs down your tongue as you drool dumbly from the pleasure — you relax back into your boyfriend, fluttering around the circumference of his leaky cock as it breaches your tight, wet walls. “good girl, relax for me. let me fuck that princess hole open, hm?” he kisses the side of your face, peering down between your soiled shaky thighs to watch the way you selfishly suck him in, your cunt dribbling slick down his shaft and balls. “i love you. so fucking much.” 

isagi’s hands slip up your shirt, exposing your perky nipples, all hard for him, to the rest of the van to see. his teammates, your friends. as far as locker room talk goes, all of the blue lock boys know that you and yoichi have a particularly wild and active sex life — but they’ve never been around to see it. except for bachira, and sometimes rin. 

from across the van you can see ten sets of eyes watching you as if you’re a fountain of cold water isn’t he middle of a scorching desert — a sweet mirage for them to drink in as if they’re dying of thirst. kunigami respectfully looks out of the window when he catches your teary bambi gaze, though he does nothing to conceal the fat erection he’s sporting. nagi writhes in his seat with pink cheeks and parted lips, the front of his joggers already soiled by his leaking cock. and if you squint hard enough, you can see the way that bachira already fists his painfully hard dick to the rhythm of isagi’s shallow thrusts. 

shame intertwines with the lust that simmers in your lower tummy, coursing through your veins and spreading like a cloud over the thoughts in your brain. you like this, you like being watched while your boyfriend ravages you in front of his friends, cream frothing at the base of his shaft as it twitches inside of you.

you’d be absolutely miserable right now if you weren’t getting fucked a million ways to cloud nine — isagi’s hand on your blistering hot mound, spreading your folds and exposing your budding clit to the cold world and cruel stares. “‘ichi,’” you whimper pathetically despite bucking your hips down on him, chasing the delicious burn of his girth stretching out your sloppy walls as his cockhead glides over your g-spot. “i-ichi please…’m embarrassed… they’re watching!”

“what’s that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.” he seethes, teeth sinking into your earlobe as he forces you to listen to the salacious, sticky sounds your pussy makes as he fucks himself into you. “listen to her cryin’ for me, you’re tellin’ me you want me to stop?” you can only imagine how long isagi would keep you on the edge of orgasm if you said yes. 

when he was like this, fuelled by his excitement for the next match — he would get mean, toy with you like a cat with a ball of yarn. he twists his fingers along your sensitive clit you, winds you up from the inside and you let him. “you’re so naughty, baby. letting them look, pretty girl. you want them to see what they can’t have. what winners get when they play right.” 

gasping, your head falls against isagi’s shoulder — followed by his breathy chuckle. his hands cascade along your body, pinching and pulling, tracing your dips and curves and scars. he might be selfish enough to take you in front of the people who know you more innocently, but he’ll still prioritise your orgasm over his own. he knows just what makes you tick, how to get your pretty hole spluttering and clenching around his thick dick like there’s no tomorrow. 

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” yoichi breathes hotly, his sticky fingers, the ones coated in your juices, coming up to grab your neck tenderly — guiding your gaze up to meet his feverish midnight blue stare. his cherry bitten lips slip into a soft smirk while he languidly rolls his hips into you — feeling your arousal slide down your slit, his balls and even between your cheeks to create a slick slapping sound with the intensity of his thrusts. “go ahead, you’re such a good girl. wanna see it, make me proud, ‘kay?”

that’s all you really need to hear before your vision starts to shake and your body siezes up all at once. feathery and high pitched moans bubble up on your wet lips, your hand tangling in isagi’s sweaty dark locks while he rocks into you through your high — your juices splash out against the seat in a never ending stream — only fuelled by the team’s grunts and accompanying moans from watching you cum.

“yoichi…” you whine, back arching away from his chest and hips lifting away from his.

his lips drop to your neck in a loving and reassuring kiss as his hands settle on your waist to pull you back down onto his aching cock. “so good, precious.” he goads condescendingly. “‘m right behind you, keep that orgasm going for me.” 

it’s not long before your fluttering cunt is flooded with a pool of thick, white seed — tacky and warm against your ribbed walls. isagi muffles himself by biting down on your salt-licked flesh, panting happily against you as whe rubs approving circles into your hips. 

a silence in the van follows, only interjected by the bother boys and their own highs. “s-she just lets you use her like that?” kunigami mumbles, red in the face and embarrassed by the fact that he just nutted to his best friend’s girl. 

isagi wraps his arms around you, soothing your fatigue with sweet kisses. “i mean yeah, we talked about. it’s something she likes.” he squeezes you possesively as you drift off. “we both do.” 

“lucky,” bachira grins sickly, tucking his own wet dick away. “when do we get a turn, isagi?” 

“when you’re dead.” your boyfriend retorts, selfishly, which makes you smile sleepily into his chest. “she’s mine, and will only ever be mine.” 

sometimes your boyfriend can be selfish — but you’re mostly grateful for it because it means your chest fills with love and warmth whenever he’s possessive over you. 

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[genshxn]

guess who wants to (honkai: star) rail another dragon man. there is also (un)fortunately no (star) railing in this.

written pre 1.3 so i’m making shit up for now. (this is also full of vidyadhara headcanons)

in which you find dan heng unable to sleep, you have an awkward conversation, and then he becomes somewhat dragon-brained. twice.

4.2K words (lmao this is way longer than i meant it to be)

you’re not the trailblazer, just another laddie aboard the express.

btw, i bullshited a good chunk of the dialogue and events, so apologies if this is shite. i might've also committed character vehicular manslaughter, in that he might be ooc. lol fingers crossed it's aight.

part 2’s finally up if you wanna read it here

despite the quiet of the night, you had drifted from your sleep. it had been painfully light as of recent, leaving you adrift in the shallows while you’d toss and turn for a comfortable position. could you really be blamed though? yes, the looming threat of phantylia had been taken out, and everyone from the express that went aboard the luofu had been reunited after what felt like weeks. but you were still in the thick of an intricate web of chaos. the threats were far from over, not with the stellaron still active. but at least for now, you had enough time in this brief respite to be able to not fucking sleep.

you rolled over. you were more or less itching with restlessness, sighing to yourself quietly over your woes of no sleep. you rose from your mussed bed and hobbled out of the room. it was a quaint little place—where you had stayed when it was just the express crew (minus dan heng), when you'd first met tingyun. after that, everything happened like a landslide. memories of her sudden death quickly boiled their way up. with each step you took, you stamped them back down again.

out in the small hallway, you made your way towards the small courtyard out the back. as you walked past the other rooms, you were a little jealous at the sounds of others sleeping. from mr. yang's and march’s respective rooms was the odd, soft snore. from stelle’s room, there was nothing (which was to be expected, as you often found her out messing with the cycrane systems at night). as you walked past dan heng’s room, you were expecting more silence—which you were of course met with, but also a slitted door. you peered through into the darkness. from the dim hallway light, it seemed he had also tried and failed at sleep if his abandoned, nest-like sheets were anything to go by.

you continued to the courtyard. once you cracked open the door, you were met with an unexpected sight. moonlight caught on the black, silken strands that spilt down his back. a glassy, teal tail coiled around his feet, almost glinting in the light with each of its subtle movements. dan heng, wearing his simple night clothes of old, baggy slacks and a tight, black tank top. his ears twitched as you slid the door open further. when you stepped onto the stone tiles, he cast you an over-shoulder glance—a new habit he’d picked up recently.

"can’t sleep either?" you asked him softly, approaching from behind. 

the only response he gave was a strained groan, dragging a hand over his face.

"i take that as a no, then," you said, moving over to sit in another stool at the small table just next to him. as you went past, his tail wound tighter around the foot of his seat. 

"i take it that it’s the same for you," he muttered in reply, jade eyes cast somewhere on the ground between him and you. 

"yep." you leaned against the table next to you, arm propping up your head. your eyes flickered to his face. "and not because i’ve been up playing gacha games."

he briefly met your gaze, eyebrows quirked in doubt.

"okay, i don’t do it anywhere near as much as stelle." 

"right," he said with the faintest hint of a smile. the tip of his tail twitched in amusement. "her room was very quiet when i walked past, though. perhaps she’s mended her ways." 

"i think she’s out screwing with the cycranes instead, actually." 

"of course she is," he breathed as he raked a hand through his long hair. as you watched it pass through the delicate tresses, you stared intently at his claws. after his initial transformation, to say you were floored was an understatement. perhaps more like you were punched 50,000 feet below sea level. he could really only be described as beautiful, but even that word couldn’t quite capture his ethereality. even when he was as exhausted as he looked now, he still seemed to glow—quite literally, too. his eyes and those horns atop his head shone faintly in the dark. when someone was that pretty, how could one not be reduced to a staring fool? particularly you.  as of recent, you’ve ended up forgetting you’re supposed to actually talk to him when he’s with you. and if you did remember to ever say anything, you’d make a fool of yourself. 

he watched your gaze affixed to his hands. he took one look at them and then wrung them in his lap, looking off to the side with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. 

"ah, i’m sorry—" you began, but he quickly cut you off. 

"it’s fine," he said hurriedly, tail coiling up tighter.

"no, really. i know i’ve been acting pretty weir—" 

"i said it’s fine. please, just leave it." he said again. he unwound himself just a little, but the tense line of his shoulders still had yet to dissipate. his gaze wandered a little more back towards you. "may i ask what’s keeping you up?" 

you weren’t thrilled at the spontaneous topic change, but replied nonetheless. "just about everything, i guess. a lot’s been going on. it’s hard to take any time to rest with a stellaron still effectively looming overhead," you said. "though i could only imagine it’s about that, but tenfold for you, given the whole..." you gestured vaguely to his whole new look. 

he dragged a hand down his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes in the process. "i don’t want to think about the stellaron for now…"

"agreed. shall we put a pin in that topic, then?"

"that would be ideal."

the two of you sat in more silence. you were (only half) guiltily back to staring at his features, eyes running over all parts of him. he seemed to shrink under your gaze, ears and tail twitching with thought. his eyes drifted up to look at you—oh, there was something new. his pupils must dilate or constrict based on what he was looking at. when his eyes met yours, you could have sworn they momentarily expanded, until his eyes flickered away again, waning right back to slits. at the same time, his ears angled themselves down just a touch. 

"a—are you feeling okay?" you asked, tilting your head a little. he made a small groan and shelled further into himself. you didn’t think you had ever seen him that tense. "hey, look at me. are you alright?" your voice was as soft as you could make it. you tried to reach out to the arm he had leaning on the table, but it was in vain. he inched away moments before contact.

"i—" his tail-tip continued to flicker with apprehension. 

"well, something else is definitely bothering you. can you talk to me about it?"

"m-must i?" he was almost hiding his face.

"only if you want to," you shuffled yourself a little closer to him. "but if it’s weighing this much on you, it may make you feel a little lighter. so you can sleep. y’know." while you spoke, you gestured somewhat vaguely. ever since his vidyadhara heritage was put on full display, he hadn’t quite been the same as you knew him. he was more tense than usual. on-edge and anxious, preoccupied with his own thoughts, much unlike the down-to-earth dan heng you normally knew. it worried you. he wasn’t even really speaking to mr. yang. with everything that had been going on, you could barely begin to imagine what sort of turmoils he had churning within him. 

"i suppose one thing is that i’m simply not used to this form," he ran a clawed, slender finger up from the base of his horn to the tip. "there’s a strange disparity between feeling like i’ve known myself to be like this my whole existence, but also that i’m suddenly someone i’m not." as he spoke, his voice was quiet. "in a similar vein, it’s like my tail has a mind of its own. look at it," he grumbled while he picked it up into his lap. as he held it bundled in his arms, the tip hung over the side, twitching to and fro. "i’m not trying to make it do that. i can’t control it." he sighed, a slight growl in his throat. 

"wouldn’t it do that because you’ve been so… frazzled, as of recent?" 

"what makes you think that?" 

"um…" how were you supposed to tell him that you only had that theory because you had been constantly stealing glances of him, watching his moods, watching his languid beauty. instead, you thought of some other bullshit answer. "i mean, it’d make sense, wouldn’t it? it’s like cats. their tails twitch when they’re irritated, and i’m sure they can’t quite control it." 

he frowned a little, ears twitching downward. "i’m not a cat," he said, almost with a little pout. 

maybe not, but he was certainly cute like one. "anyway, what you said about your new features…" you began, scratching the back of your head. to your surprise, he looked at you with eyes just a little wider than normal. "i could only imagine how weird it must be for you… who am i kidding, no i couldn’t. it’s probably downright foreign, but you’re dan heng. i’m sure you’ll have it under control in no time." 

with his hands on his knees, he aimlessly grabbed at fistfuls of his loose pants. "you…" he muttered, wetting his lips as he swallowed thickly once again. 

"me?" you echoed quietly.

"forgive me for asking something so asinine, but… what… do you think?" as he muttered out the words, you could have sworn his face was turning a light shade of pink. however, it was hard to tell under only the moon and the dim lights of the courtyard. what you could tell was that his tail-tip was twitching like a bundle of nerves.

you stared at him with owlish eyes. "what do i think of what?" 

"what do you think of… me. as i am now?" 

your breath caught in your throat for a moment as he stared at you with such apprehensive eyes. they were slitted from nerves, but they shone with the moonlight, expectation and most curiously, some sort of hope. "um…"

"i’ve noticed how much you stare at me, yet you said nothing when you first saw me, unlike mr. yang or march. now, you feel almost stilted when you’re with me, like you refuse to address what’s in front of you." 

you swallowed hard at his words. "didn’t stelle also not…" you trailed off. you were doing it again, what he quite literally just said. 

"i’ve spoken to her since then. i’m asking you." he seemed to have regained a little confidence, sitting up straighter and looking at you with the slightest bit more intensity.

now it was your turn to grab at fistfuls of your clothes. you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as you spoke, heart pounding a mile a minute. "you’ve been truthful with me, so i guess i should too," you muttered. "you, ah, um…" this was really not the direction you thought this conversation would go in. "to be really honest with you, i keep staring because you’re so… pretty."

dan heng sat motionless. if it weren’t for his vidyadhara features, he almost could have gotten away with simply being frozen. upon your words, his eyes widened just a fraction, jade-white pupils dilating. his ears twitched back upwards and his tail fell still. heavy moments of silence passed while you two stared at each other. it seemed like he was waiting for you, so you kept talking. "i didn’t speak much to begin with simply because i was so surprised. i mean, we see you again after so long and there you are, just about the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen, suddenly with the power to split an ocean. after that, i didn’t trust myself to not be weird about you, so i… kind of just refused to say anything." you rubbed the back of your neck, face burning. "but i guess that plan fell flat on its face if you noticed me staring so much." 

once you finished speaking, his gaze fell into his lap, gazing down at his hands that held fistfuls of fabric once again. "but… these powers aren’t me." 

"of course not. they’re not you, only a fraction of the whole you," there was a slight smile on your lips. "are you worried that i don’t see you as dan heng anymore?" 

he made no effort to confirm or deny anything, simply remaining as he was—a blatant yes for him. 

a small smile made its way onto your face. "you’re always going to be one and only dan heng that the whole express—that i—know and love, no matter what other forms you take." you shuffled yourself closer to him once again, now finally able to reach out and brush your thumb over the back of his hand. as you sat there, your face was burning up at your words. did you really have to word it like that? if you really wanted to be honest with him, then yes. 

he was still sat ramrod upright, but a blush now dusted his cheeks and his pupils were blown wide. his tail-tip was back to moving, this time wagging back and forth. he looked between you and your hand on his own, letting out a shaky breath. while he was still as nerve-wrecked as could be, a weight on his shoulders seemed to have been lifted. he looked like he was about to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, out came a long yawn. even though he tried to hide it with with his wrist, you still managed to catch a glimpse of his fangs. 

"sorry," he muttered, rubbing one of his eyes. “also, you’re still staring."

"ah, i—i’m sorry, i’ve been acting so weird. i—that habit’s not gonna go away any time soon…" you yanked your hands back into your lap. he looked a little disappointed at the new lack of contact. "anyway, how do you think you’ll sleep now?"

"please do not worry about me. what about yourself?" 

"um…" your heart is still pounding in your throat. "i—i don’t know, to be honest." whatever the answer was, it was bound to be ‘not well’.

"in the past, you’ve come to the archives when you haven’t been able to sleep. you’d place yourself on my bed and then ten minutes later, i’d find you fast asleep." his voice was soft when he spoke, almost with a faint note of mirth. "i wouldn’t mind if you…"

your eyes almost fell out of your head. "hold on, are you really—"

"you’re welcome to sleep next to me, if you’d like." 

"like in your room?" 

"where else?" when he stared at you, there wasn’t much obvious emotion on his face, but at the same time, he seemed so earnest with his tail-tip flicking back and forth happily. 

"but i thought you found it annoying when i did that?" 

"only because you'd wake me in the early hours of the morning. truly, i’ve never been opposed to it."

your face prickled with heat as you raked a hand through your hair. "are you sure you’re completely the same dan heng?" 

"hey." he looked miffed. 

"sorry, sorry." you were just about hiding your face in your hands by this point. "i just thought—" before you could finish, he stood up, long tail unwinding from around the seat. he took two steps and then plucked you off of your own chair. as you yelped in shock, he flopped you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “hey, what’re you—?!" 

"would you stop being so adamant if i say it will help me sleep too?" 

you gave up drumming on his back, only able to hang in embarrassment as you covered your face. your head may as well have been steaming. "wh—what the fuck is this?" 

he made no reply as he marched you back inside. as he walked, you watched his tail-tip as it was curled upwards, swaying from side to side. his room was close—he opened the door with his foot, stepped in and slid it closed again with his tail. as soon as you were properly enclosed, he placed you onto the bed with unexpected gentleness. in the past, if you were causing trouble, his method of dealing with you was hauling you off somewhere and simply dropping you—now, it was the opposite. you were left dazed in the middle of the sheet-nest, only back to your senses once dan heng got in next to you. but instead of settling down for sleep like you anticipated, he was shuffling about on his knees, rearranging the sheets and pillows so they were in a better formation, according to him. he was even using his tail to smooth out the sheets into circular patterns. 

"are you nesting or something?" you asked, bewildered. 

with no reply, he finally settled down further up against the splayed pillows. "come." he held his arms open for you, but when you made no movement, his tail roped you in instead. you were drawn into his not-very-tight vice grip, trapped in next to him. he held you loosely around the waist with clasped hands, head placed atop your leg where he seemed to be using your side like a pillow. his horns poked into your stomach every time he nuzzled... he was really nuzzling you...

"dan heng, seriously, what’s gotten into you?" 

with only a hum, he ceased his movements and craned his head up, staring at you from behind thick lashes. his pupils were still blown wide open. you couldn’t help but find it mildly foreboding. 

"i don’t understand why you’re… so touchy. i thought you were normally allergic to contact?" 

"is it not enjoyable?" he tilted his head. his fluffy hair flopped in his face with his movement. internally, one part of you was screaming YEEEES and crushing beer cans into your forehead, while the other, larger part of you was just plain screaming. you wanted to bask in this shower of attention, but at the same time, it felt so wrong—like he wasn’t really himself. whatever dragon-brain mindfuckery was going on in his head, it was certainly potent. 

"it’s not that, i just… are you sure you’re thinking straight? or do i need to spell out the situation? because you’ve hauled me back to your bed, made a nest around me and are now cuddling me like a pillow."

dan heng blinked once, twice and then his body went rigid. he pushed himself off of you and leapt to the corner of the bed, crouched with his tail once again wound around him. "wh—what was i…?" he looked down at his hands as if they were soaked in blood. his face was flaring red with a blush. 

"you seemed rather convinced i was something like your treasure hoard for a moment," you said.

upon your words, he sank his head in his hands, and whatever noise he made in embarrassment sounded like a groaning sob. "forgive me, i don’t know what came over me…" 

"some kinda vidyadhara instinct?” it was almost like he was trying to court you. 

"something like that," he muttered from behind his hand that now covered his mouth. his gaze was fixed to a random point before him and his ears were down-turned. "i… i’ve never felt it that strong before."

"wait, you’ve felt it befo—?" right before you could finish, his tail silenced you, thwacking itself against your lips. meanwhile, he was hiding his face again. with the way his shoulders hunched, you were worried—he seemed genuinely distressed. it was a miracle he hadn’t run off somewhere by that point. with a concerned frown, you took his tail in hand and spoke again. "hey, um, this might not help whatsoever, but it was actually… rather nice when you did that." you struggled to look at him. if you called it cute like it was, you’d just be blowing whatever chance you had at keeping him in place. 

he looked over at you, ears perked up. his incredulous eyes went as wide as could be, almost like two moons. a moment passed, and the tail in your hands began to sway. "really?"

"really," you nodded. "it was just shocking to begin with, but i—if you want, you can do it again."

dan heng turned his body to face you, swallowing thickly and trying to meet your gaze. he was stuck dithering for a few moments until he ultimately crashed again, flopping forward until his face was flat on the mattress. "i can’t," he muttered, voice muffled. 

"oh, um, why?" your eyes went wide. 

he turned his face to the side, unable to make a coherent reply beyond a strained, squeaky groan. he was still burning hot with a heavy flush, but it was soon covered by his tail that draped itself over his head. "too embarrassing.” 

a small, light laugh slipped from your lips. he coiled further into himself at the sound of it, but he was soon unwound when you had your hands on him, guiding him back up next to you. he was as stiff as could be when he laid down next to you, gaze cast down the other end of the bed. you tucked a stray lock of long hair behind one of his ears. when your touch grazed past him, his pink-tipped ear twitched wildly, and he buried his face into the pillow beneath him. "why don’t you let me do something? you did say this would help you sleep, didn’t you?"

"while i was practically in a daze. i wasn’t thinking right," he complained, voice once again muffled. "this will only keep me awake, if anything." 

"maybe, we’ll see." as you spoke, you took to running your fingers through his long, silky hair. you gathered it up from behind him and brought it forward, draping it over his shoulder. your fingers glided through as though they were passing through a soft mist, fluid and sleek. before long, as you gradually let your hands drift higher until they would pass over his head, he began to decompress. stuttering, held breaths became steady and soft. his nervous-contorted face was dissipating, and his heavy blush was fading to a simple dusting of pink. 

when his eyes fell closed, you glanced up at his horn. beyond just staring at him, you were also tempting fate with how much you wanted to touch his new features. you couldn’t help it though—humans are such curious, tactile creatures, it was simply in your nature. one hand left his hair, which he barely seemed to notice, and inched its way to his horn that threatened to poke you. finally, your fingertip ghosted its surface. it was as smooth as glass, and just as cool to the touch. in fact, you could almost describe it as silky, like his scales. he twitched under your touch, eyes parting open. his pupils were blown wide open again. 

"ah, i’m sorry, i—" you began, but he soon cut you off. 

"no, keep going." he grabbed your hand and placed it back on his horn. you blinked incredulously for a moment, but soon continued as you were, running your fingertips up and down the glassy blue projections. he closed his eyes again and, making yours widen, his soft breaths were followed by a faint rumbling in his chest—a purr. he really was like a cat. 

a few moments later, you felt something long wind its way around your leg. you looked down. his tail was snaking its way up your leg, until the tip draped itself happily over your lap where it laid swishing from side to side. you fell still in shock when he shuffled his body closer to yours until he laid flush against your side. he laid one of his arms across your chest and reached for your shoulder, pulling you in just a little closer to him. 

"you stopped again." his voice was barely a whisper when he leaned his head in the crook of your neck. one of his horns was cool against the back of your neck. 

"it’s a little hard to do anything when you’re this close," you muttered back. 

"then just stay as you are." he nuzzled about with a yawn. he must have been finally settling down for sleep, but that meant using you as a body pillow. your tail-twined leg was drawn towards him, where he draped his own leg over top of it, caging it in between his calves. 

“d-dan heng…” you tried to say his name as if that would do anything, but he paid you no mind. lost in his hypnagogic trance, he only muttered sweet nothings with his lips against your shoulder.

his voice was barely audible. dragon-brain must have been in full swing, because he finished off with a quiet: “you will be mine one day, my beloved…"

you nearly exploded then and there.

i love me some emotive ears, mm yes.

[thedetectiveofinaba]

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The drabble in question is under Read More since I kiinda wrote it longer than 400 words. (and the roles are reversed bc I can(not) read)

Naoto wasn’t at times sure if her twin knew self-preservation skills or if she occasionally forgot them like Naoto did on all-nighters and trying to cram in two cases at the same time. The recent reason for her concern – or rather, a concern for everyone in the Shirogane Manor – was that Kazuki had gotten a seasonal cold virus and was now stuck in her bed with a water bottle and her favorite book.

The fact that she could keep herself company wasn’t the issue since both were capable of doing that, instead it was the eating. Kazuki hadn’t left the room in at least five hours and all of them were fairly certain the usual symptom of cold, namely lack of appetite, was affecting young Shirogane’s health in a drastic way. The plan to get her to eat at least something so she wouldn’t starve was easier said than done since she needed sleep but

“I can try to convince her to eat, Yakushiji. Can you prepare me a premade ramen with chicken flavor?” Naoto seemed to at least willing to try something while her grandfather was asking if she thought one ramen was enough. The reaction he got was a firm no and that she already had a plan to get Kazuki to show up to eat something more than a meal not meant for one day’s food.

The execution in the said plan was rather simple and was successful without a hitch: sneak into the room, leave the already prepared bowl of store-bought ramen next to Kazuki’s bed while she was clearly taking a nap with a written note in a location she wouldn’t miss it and leave. Maybe she should’ve dragged her down to eat, but Naoto knew how Kazuki hated it when people offered her help when she didn’t think it was that necessary. If she could persuade or reason her to eat it’d work better and she’d hopefully get at some point that people need food and water to survive.

The tone in the written note was the usual Naoto Shirogane, especially the last sentence in it.

-Naoto

I know you’re probably hungry and too tired to leave, so I brought you one already prepped ramen. Please try to eat it if you’re hungry, I don’t want you to starve.

If you want more food than this, you’ll have to come to downstairs for that. Yakushiji got me and Grampa fried rice with shrimps and green tea flavored ramune.

[nowritingonthewall]

[philistiniphagottini]

Zephyr's Bliss

thinking about hot dragon men lately and I am down so bad for them. ((if people like this, then I'm so willing to do more of this kind of stuff with the other dragon men ;) ))

cw. penetrative sex, double penetration, oviposition, light breeding kink, gn! reader

nsfw below the cut

"You’re doing so well, Dan Heng" you softly praised.

He took a deep breath, pointed ears twitching forward at the sound of your sweet voice whispering to him. You brushed your hands along his flaming cheeks, the skin burning brightly under the gentle caress of your hands. His jade eyes sought yours, pupils narrowed into thin slits as he gazed into eyes just as dazed as your mind. A pleasant shiver rippled down your spine as he rutted his hips forward, slowly sinking both of his draconic cocks further into your tight, creamy hole. A breathy whine of his name escaped your parted lips as your eyelashes fluttered over your searing skin, eyes threatening to slip close from the spike of pleasure rippling across your naked flesh.

A shiver crept down Dan Heng’s back as you tangled your hand in long, soft locks of ebony hair, curious fingers poking the ridged edges of his glowing horns. They glowed faintly in the dim lighting of the room, the effervescent glow dancing along Dan Heng’s pale flesh and highlighting his handsome features. Another breathy whine fell from Dan Heng’s parted lips as he nudged his cocks deeper into you, the fat heads brushing against your soft spots and causing stars to waver in your vision. You hummed softly beneath him, legs tangled loosely around his waist as you slanted your hips forward, gently rocking yourself to the rhythm of his thrusts as he buried himself deeper into your snug walls.

"So tight" Dan Heng panted, his hot breath puffing against your perspiring skin. "You feel so good."

He nuzzled his face into your chest, lazily spreading more of his scent over you as his drooling cocks ravished your insides until a white, creamy ring formed around the base where your bodies were joined in fervid rapture. You scratched your nails along his scalp, feeling his cocks throbbing in unison inside you as your lidded eyes watched him move intimately beneath your skin, the soft bump in your stomach tempting you to smooth your hands over your swollen abdomen. You smiled softly as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, lips ghosting over his skin as you kissed his damp forehead.

"You’re so deep" you sighed against his skin.

Dan Heng’s arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, nose pressed against your skin as he smothered himself in your scent. The intoxicating smell curled in his lungs with each deep breath he took, threatening to consume him as the tension in his stomach grew taut. His hot breath was trapped against your skin as he tasted you on the tip of his tongue, swallowing thickly as his hips started to rut a little faster into you, instincts driving his body higher and higher with need.

"Are you sure about this?" Dan Heng asked for the umpteenth time this evening. "Are you sure…about taking my eggs?"

You offered him a soft smile as he peered up at you, desperate eyes pleading for an answer as his tail coiled around your leg. The smooth scales tickled your skin as it twisted between your parted thighs, the tip swishing and tangling in the sweat-soaked sheets beneath you. You pecked his damp forehead again with your lips, hands cupping his cheeks as you nodded your head in reassurance.

"I’m sure" you replied.

You drummed your fingers along his skin as you placed a lazy kiss on his chin. "Besides, it’s a little bit late since you’re already buried balls deep in me" you added.

Dan Heng’s face erupted with heat, causing a soft chortle to stir in your chest at the flustered look he gave you. He huffed loudly; eyes narrowed as his teeth suddenly pinched the damp skin of your chest in retaliation. You jolted beneath him as his sharp teeth sank into the areola of your sensitive chest, tongue flat against a pert nipple as he sucked harshly on the puckered skin.

"Ouch! It was a joke! I’m sorry!" you squealed.

A playful growl stirred in his chest as you coaxed him off you, a pretty bite mark left behind as he popped off your skin. Your lips brushed against the tip of his nose as you loosely coiled your arms around his neck, feet pushing into the beautiful dip of his back as you coaxed him to sink his cocks further into you. Your blood simmered hotly in your veins every time your mind wandered back to the thought of your boyfriend filling you with his eggs, his cute belly swollen with his clutch as the rut of his hips refused to cease. Your sex ached as he buried himself inside your creamy walls, dragging his draconic cocks over every sensitive nerve ending and setting your teeth on edge. The tips of your fingers felt numb as you raked your nails along his shoulders, digging the sharp talons in when another hot, spike of pleasure drenched your entire being as the coil inside of you threatened to snap at any moment. Dan Heng moaned sweetly, his sharp claws scratching at your skin as your plush thighs tensed around his waist.

Your teeth gently tugged at his ear, playing with the earring dangling from the lobe as another sweet noise stirred in his throat from your ministrations. His jaw tensed; brows furrowed in concentration as the boiling heat bubbling inside of him threatened to snap the fraying edges of his sanity. He couldn’t wrap his head around how warm and tight you were, throbbing walls clamping down on him and trying to coax everything he had to offer. You fit together perfectly, like a matching pair of puzzle pieces, incomplete without the other. His mind started to swirl with the thoughts of laying his eggs inside your fertile body. There was a small doubt that he could rear young, but with you, he was willing to believe in a miracle.

You shuddered beneath Dan Heng as you felt a knot start to form at the base of his cock, the bulge pushing incessantly at your sopping hole and begging to fill you. You pulled on the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, taking deep, shuddering breaths as you tried to relax the tension in your muscles. Your eyes slipped shut as you moaned softly, feeling Dan Heng’s teeth nipping at your throat. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your hips, dipping into the pretty dip of your v-line as his hips nudged into yours. Your toes curled as his cocks pulsed periodically inside your soused walls, teeth digging into your supple flesh as you writhed so exquisitely beneath him. His tail tensed around your thigh, thumping hard into the mattress as the tension reached breaking point. He hissed through clenched teeth as he swallowed thickly, kiss swollen lips parting around your name as his voice grew breathy.

"Can’t hold back" he whispered hoarsely. "Gonna cum…"

Your legs squeezed tighter around his slender waist as you rubbed your hands along his shoulders, trying to ease the tension from his body as he teetered on the edge.

"It’s okay Dan Heng" you encouraged. "You can let go. Please, breed your little mate full of your eggs."

Your tempting words had the tension inside of him snapping in an instance, the knot at the base of his cock finally slipping into you with one last snap of his hips. You cried out, a constellation of tears brimming in your eyes as you were stretched to your absolute limit. A loud growl bubbled up the back of Dan Heng’s throat, his cocks kicking as he painted your insides with thick ropes of white. You squirmed beneath him as you were filled with delicious warmth, the searing heat making your eyes roll into the back of your head as your world exploded around you. Fireworks sparked in your stomach as Dan Heng continued to thrust his hips into you, the friction threatening to turn your bones into dust as you felt your hole stretching around the bulge of his cock.

Your lungs pinched in your chest, heart jumping up into your throat when you felt the first egg start to pierce your centre. You thrashed beneath him from the foreign feeling, eyes snapping open as you stared at the place where your bodies were joined. You felt every intimate movement of his cock as it pulsed inside of you, another thick load of his cum exploding inside of you as the egg was eased into you. Dan Heng hushed you gently as your back arched up into his touch, hands holding your hips steady as the first egg breached the deepest, most sacred parts of you.

"Shh, it’s okay" Dan Heng soothed. "You’re doing so well. It’s almost inside. Just breathe."

A wet sob was wrenched from your bruised lips as the egg nestled inside of you, your racing mind only quelled once you realised how comfortable the transition had been. You had worried briefly that the shell would have been hard and scrapped your insides, but it had been surprisingly soft, like leather.

"Just breathe" Dan Heng reminded you.

You released your baited breath, body slowly sinking back down to the mattress beneath you even as another egg knotted the base of Dan Heng’s cock. Another spurt of cum filled your sticky insides, followed quickly by another as a small bump began to form in your soft belly. Dan Heng smoothed his hand over your abdomen, his palm resting against your swelling stomach as he pushed another egg inside of you. His cheeks burned at the sight of your blissed out face, twisting with unadulterated rapture every time another egg joined the small clutch. Somewhere amidst the dizzying heat stuffing your aching hole you felt your orgasm take a hold of you, coil in your stomach unfurling as your veins were filled with white hot euphoria. Exhaustion quickly settled into your bones as you rode out the waves of your pleasure high, drenching the sheets beneath your tangled bodies as pearls of Dan Heng’s cum dribbled down your quaking thighs. 

You only managed to catch your breath once the last egg settled with the rest of its brood inside of you, pushed past the tight ring of muscles of your fluttering hole. Dan Heng’s lips were a soothing balm against your searing flesh, the small brush of his lips a welcome blessing as he whispered soft praises of your name.

"You did so well. I’m so proud, you took all of my eggs."

Each sentence was punctuated by a soft kiss of his lips, mouth trailing up to your face only to pepper it with more heated kisses. You giggled softly as Dan Heng hugged your sore body to his, wrapping around you like a protective blanket as he held you close. A deep purr rumbled in his chest as you brushed your lips back against his, his eyes shimmering with an affectionate look. His cocks kept your centre plugged and you couldn’t recall a time in your life when you had ever felt this full. You weaved your fingers through his hair as you shifted beneath him, trying to find a more comfortable position to lay in as his clammy skin stuck to yours. Dan Heng noticed your discomfort as he nudged his nose against your soft cheek, hands massaging your muscles as an apologetic look flashed across his features.

"I’m sorry, little love. We’re going to be stuck like this for a while. Just until the knot goes down."

You shrugged softly. "It’s okay."

You knew exactly what you were signing up for when you had agreed to this in the first place. You hummed pleasantly beneath him as he rubbed your swollen stomach, feeling his clutch of eggs pushing into his hand as he whispered soothing words to you.