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You are an angel. I don't do any of that anyways, if you send me a link to things and I don't know you or it takes me somewhere else idk, sorry not sorry, I never opened it.
could you write about hate sex between black dragon!reader and mavado?
You see what happens when you send in an ask when I'm in the middle of a hyperfix? You get this, lmfao! Genuinely locked the fuck in. Hope it's everything you wanted!
You know the drill! Begone, children! Filth under the cut and over on AO3 if you prefer that format for really long fics!
"So, what's it going to be? Torture now, imprisoned later, or imprisoned now, tortured later?" Mavado pulled the claws impossibly tighter, stretching your arms to the point you thought they'd snap.
"Oh, I don't know. How about fuck you!" You growled at him, making a feeble attempt to kick out one of his legs, only for him to slot it between your own, kicking your feet apart and pressing his crotch to your ass. "That can be arranged. Maybe I'll just have to break you that way."
"You couldn't get the job done, needle-dick."
"You really want me to prove otherwise?" He pressed his chest to your back, swiftly wrapping the remainder of the bands around your neck, pulling your hands to your shoulders, only slightly relieving the tension.
His breath fanned your ear and you could feel his chest rise and fall against you with each pant. You seriously considered his offer; maybe you could use the moment to your advantage to escape, or even better, get the upper hand to kill or seriously injure him. It would require some mortified feelings, letting your worst enemy between your legs and possibly inside of you depending on when your moment would come, and it had every possibility it may not come at all. But hey, you might. He was hot, all things aside.
"... Fuck me like you mean it. Give me everything you've got, and don't hold back." You made your bed. Might as well get comfortable.
Mavado hummed in amusement, running his free hand up and down the centre of your spine before trailing it to your front and placing a hot kiss against the back of your neck before his hand slid over your breastbone and down to your navel. He began rolling his hips against you, placing both of his feet firmly between your legs, pushing them just that little bit further apart.
You wiggled your ass against him both to rile him up and rush him, already feeling the head of his cock against the leather. You could feel a heat pooling between your legs. You hated it and wrote it off as a simple groinal response to your pussy being rubbed.
"Mmh, eager are we?" Mavado purred against your ear, and you could swear there was a different tone to his voice; was it softer? Mavado? Soft? Never. You were imagining things. "More like impatient. Are we going to get this over with or not?" You huffed, doing your best to take proper breaths despite the elastic bands around your neck. "Why are you so eager to make it hurt more than it has to? No one likes a dry cunt. Least of all me. It feels horrible. Would you prefer I skip the foreplay and just make you bleed or?" He let the question hang in the air, his hand now on your hip, drumming impatiently for your answer.
"Ugh, fine, just hurry it up. I've got only a million better places to be right now." "Like in a Red Dragon cell?" "No, like your mother's house so I can fuck her better than you can me." Bad idea. He yanked the elastics so hard you thought he was going to break your neck. You could hear how livid he was based on his breathing, his biceps flexing as he pulled with almost everything he had. Your vision started going black around the edges, and you were sure he was going to just kill you right there, look for another Black Dragon lackey to interrogate.
You coughed and gasped as he released the tension, allowing you to properly breathe, your hands dropping to your waist as you gulped in air, too dazed to take notice of the opportunity. "There. That's better. No more lip from you, I hope. If you do, you know what you're going to get. Now shut up and let me do what I do best. Besides hunting down Lesser dragons." Mavado purred against your neck before licking a stripe up the side of it and placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss against it. You had caught your breath enough to finally realize your window, and just as you went to take advantage and elbow him, he pulled the elastics again.
Not in time to stop one of your elbows from connecting with his jaw. "Oh, you little... that's it, I tried being nice." He growled before his hand set itself upon your pants, unbuttoning them with surprising speed and deftness before shoving them and your underwear down past your ass, using the leverage of his elastics to lean back just enough to yank them down to your ankles, his fingers immediately rubbing against your folds, his middle setting itself upon your clitoris.
You let out a surprised moan despite your best efforts to not let the noise slip. "Ah, I'm surprised you know where that is." You panted over your shoulder, only for him to give a short yank against the elastic bands. "Know where what is?" He crooned sarcastically, focusing solely on your clit now. You let out a whine at the sudden attention, your legs subconsciously spreading themselves further. You cringed at the fluids you could feel dripping from your pussy, something Mavado took notice of.
"Fuck, if only we were on better terms. I would have been on my knees, lapping at that sweet cunt. It looks delicious. But, unfortunately, I don't trust you for a moment. You'd probably try to break my neck between those legs of yours." Mavado panted. You could hear the lust in his voice clearly now, and your pussy throbbed at the mental image. "Mh, can't say I haven't thought of it. Didn't take you for a carpet muncher." Mavado scoffed at your words, pulling the elastics as a warning before delving a finger between your folds, making you gasp and clench around him as he curled his finger upwards.
"Nngh, please, I can spend the rest of my life between the right woman's legs. Shame that won't be you, Black Dragon mutt." He rolled his hips against your ass and you could feel his rock-hard erection.
Your banter died down as Mavado curled and thrust his finger into your sopping cunt before adding a second, then third digit, pumping, curling, and twisting them inside of you, your moans getting more impossible to stifle and louder.
You whined when he removed them, and you heard the shuffling of fabric and the squeaking of leather before you felt his hot, hard head against your folds, lubricating himself with your mess.
"Buckle up. This is the part where I fuck you so hard, Kano's going to feel it." He spoke lowly against your ear, prodding your entrance. "Please, Kano doesn't feel anything." You scoffed. "On that, we agree." Mavado's final words before he sank himself fully into you, forcing him to take a step closer to you to get balls deep inside of your dripping cunt. You cried out at the sudden intrusion and at his sheer length; he had to be 7 inches at least, and thicker than you thought. "Oh, that's it..." Mavado hissed as he slowly rolled his hips. "Fuck! Ugh! Okay fine, I take back the needle dick thing I said earlier." You panted, pressing your ass into him, feeling every bit of him, his cock head sitting nicely against your walls, just brushing that spot that was beginning to drive you crazy. Mavado actually... laughed... at your comment. He had a nice laugh...
You didn't get long to appreciate it or adjust as he began fucking you hard, putting tension on the elastic again, using it as leverage to bend your head back against his shoulder as he bit into your neck, just above your carotid artery. His hips snapped violently against your ass, your sex audible as you choked out whatever sounds you could not restricted by the air being punched out of your lungs by his cock and the rubber making it difficult to get it back into your lungs.
"That's it, fucking take it..." he growled, his free hand leaving your waist to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in circles, the stretch from his cock making it even more sensitive, dragging a loud moan out of you as you tried to meet his thrusts with your own hips.
"Ffffffuck... M-M-Mavado... Mmmmore..." You moaned out between his violent thrusts, and he groaned in response, slightly bending his knees to shift his angle upwards and picked up his pace, earning him a high-pitched whine. "Yeah? That good? Can't believe you want more. I've got you so fuck-drunk I... nh... bet if I asked you what I wanted to know, you... ah... couldn't even remember the damn answer." And god fucking damn it, he was right. You hadn't even considered escaping again this entire time. All you could focus on was how hard and fast he was fucking you and how good his fingers felt against your clit. His hot, heavy body pressed against your back and his legs prying your own open to fuck into you as deep as he possibly could.
"Please... please lllllet my arms go... I p-promise I won't... ah! I won't fight... I... fuck! I just want to wrap my hands around something... fucking... nnn... going numb..." Mavado took your words in and thought as carefully as he could through the pressure he could feel building in his lower stomach and the heat and friction around his cock. He let go of one side of the bands and wrapped the arm that was attending to your clit around your waist in a possessive hold before returning his fingers to their original spot before swiftly dropping the other hand from the opposite side and immediately clasping his hand around your throat, the bands left hanging from around your neck.
You freed your arms and immediately wrapped both hands around his forearm of the hand that was around your neck for support and moaned freely now that you could breathe. You kept your head on his shoulder, for whatever reason, allowing it to roll back as he kissed and bit up and down the side of your neck as he violently fucked into you. He pulled a dangerous stunt, fixing your posture ever so slightly straighter up and placing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You grabbed the side of his face, pulling him into a searing kiss, your teeth clacking before your tongues locked into a dominance battle.
He was winning, and you didn't like it. You thought of a way to cheat, and decided biting his tongue would do the trick. Copper filled your mouth and he grunted in surprise, recoiling from the kiss. "You puta zorra! Oh, you'll fucking pay for that." You smirked in defiance before crying out at his teeth bearing down onto your shoulder, drawing blood. Your single cry shifted from pain to immense pleasure as he returned you both to your original bent over position and snapped his hips as hard and fast as he could, his hand around your throat squeezing tighter. You let out a long, broken moan as he plunged into your core with everything he had, determined to bruise.
"Ffffuck, Mmmmavado, I'm... ah! I'm going to fucking cum... oh, don't stop!" You're pitch increased gradually through the sentence, your fingers digging into his forearm in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. "I should do the right thing, leaving you on the very edge and dropping you to the floor." Mavado growled against your ear. "But I want to get something out of this besides cuts and bruises, so finishing inside of you will have to do." He released his grip on your throat only to lock his forearm around your neck. You tried to sink your teeth into him to no avail; his arm was firmly under your jaw. You tried to wiggle out from under him, but his position was too steady. You could only admire his bicep and whatever you could make out of the Red Dragon tattoo on it as your body threatened to snap.
"Mmh, don't you fucking dare cum in me! I am not even chancing incubating your bastard!" You growled at him, and he promptly ignored you. Mavado's fingers seemed to double down on their efforts. "Come on, fucking get there..." he muttered, his brows knitted in concentration and pleasure. A few "Uh, uh uh!'s" that raised in pitch and you came undone, your cunt quivering around his cock, and your knees trembling below you. Mavado groaned and rested his forehead on your shoulder as he squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on his orgasm. "Nnh, don't... don't fucking do it, Mavado! I will fucking kill you if you finish in me!" He did his best to block out your shouting, his balls tightening, preparing for his orgasm. He just had to shut you up. He clasped his hand over your mouth and bent your head back as far as he knew it could safely go, nesting it firmly against his shoulder as his hips began to stutter and falter in their pace.
You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared for the worst as he moaned loudly, shoving his entire length as far as it could go, filling you with hot ropes of cum as he gasped, humping you as he ejaculated and rode out his orgasm. He dropped his head to the middle of your shoulder blades, panting as he sat balls deep within you, his cock softening as he recovered. You stood there, somehow more furious than you started, knees trembling. You let out a whine as he slowly pulled out, your cunt overly sensitive and definitely bruised; then a yelp as he lets go of you entirely, dropping you to the floor.
You lay there for a moment, trembling, suddenly cold with the loss of his body heat, with sticky cum dribbling out of your pussy, just staring at the concrete floor. By the time you look up at him, it's like it never happened. His hair was back the way it was, he didn't look as sweaty as he felt just a few moments ago; not even a flushed face to show for it. As if to further accentuate his silent point, he straightens and brushes off non-existant dirt from his jacket.
"Pull yourself together. You're coming with me, dead or alive."
I dont actually have any ideas, so Dealers' choice for Kurt Wagner!
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"... I'm sorry you want me to what with my what?" Kurt blinked incredulously, momentarily losing his balance on the railing he was perched on between the second and third floor.
You, for some reason, could not tear your eyes from the floor despite making such a bold request to his face five seconds go.
You took a deep breath, and...
"I want you to use your tail on me next time you fuck me." Eyes squeezed shut, you spoke the words like they were hot coals in your mouth. Kurt's face held an amused yet astonished smirk.
"Like right now?" He asked excitedly. "What?" You traded in your embarrassment for confusion. "You said you wanted me to use my tail next time I had sex with you. When you say that, it makes me crave you so desperately, that in other words, you want me to use my tail on you right now?" Your jaw went slack at his words, and your brain emptied, even as he hopped off of the railing and all but stalked towards you. This man bewildered you on how different he was in person versus what he showed the world. All you could do was dumbly remind yourself to close your mouth and nod your head enthusiastically.
"Wunderbar." Kurt growled playfully as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and whisking you away wherever he wanted you.
(I'm so sorry this is short, let me know if you want me to continue it. The engine's just warming up now that I'm off for 3 months, and this is what she could spit out. I hope it's enough for now.)
Any chance we could get Recom!reader x recom Mansk and/or Quaritch where they’re training and reader goes into heat please please please 🥹
Or if you’re not into writing about heats then just good ‘ol training time into smut
This has sat here forever, I've lost motivation on it unfortunately, but I also worked too hard on it to just delete it, so here. Really sorry about not finishing it.
Worst. Day. Ever. You woke up earlier than normal, that undeniable, constant heat between your legs and your weird cravings. You did your best to avoid the others, taking duties that would keep you away from them like cleaning or work you could take to your dorm that you shared with Walker. Sure, it was boring and shit work you didn't really want to do, but staying away from the squad was the best move. You wondered absent-mindedly whether Walker was going through the same thing as you and braving it or not; with heats, they tended to force any female Na'vi to happen within days if not the same day that were in close constant proximity to each other. A knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts and you looked up to see Walker herself leaning on your doorframe.
"Hey, Walker. What's up?" You greeted with a small smile.
"Training time. Can't avoid us forever." Walker said matter-of-factly.
"Oh, come on, Walks. You can't be serious. Are you not on... You know?" "Nope. Just you, sweets." "I can't go train with the guys like this! They'll never leave me alone!" "Sucks to be you, then." Walker shrugged as she sauntered out without another word. You groaned and got ready for training, choosing more modest clothing than you'd normally wear; for once you didn't want your boys paying extra attention to you.
You opened the door to the gym and the smell of sweat and testosterone hit your nose immediately, making the heat between your legs burn even hotter. You did your best to ignore it, and you succeeded once you noticed it was Lopez, Brown, Quaritch, and Mansk who were still in the gym. Lopez and Brown were no problem, they knew their place and who you were with, and never bothered you; your boys, however, were a problem, especially being in this state. You watched as their conversation slowed, almost dying out completely as they began to sniff at the air, nowhere near as subtle as they thought they were being; Quaritch's ears had a bad habit of betraying him, folding down as he took in any sort of information. Reading something, being told new things, smelling, seeing something move, if he tried new food, anything.
Mansk was more of a body language person, and as his head tilted upward, it gave him away that he was reading the air for information on what he was smelling and where it was coming from. Lopez and Brown weren't even trying to hide it, their noses wrinkling as they breathed in deep. You could even hear Brown remark about the new scent. With no success, you'd tried to sneak around the area where the boys stood and casually chatted as they worked out. Keeping your eyes on them was a good idea, in theory. In practice, you forgot to look at where you were walking, too, and accidentally kicked a dumbbell out of the rack. Damn Wainfleet. Their gaze immediately snapped to where you were, and Quaritch smiled.
"What're you sneaking around for, darlin'? Come on out. We don't bite. Hard." Quaritch snickered as he turned to Mansk who had a mischievous smirk on his lips, his eyes unreadable thanks to his sunglasses. They all chuckled at Quaritch's comment, and you sighed as you brought yourself into view. "Hey, guys. Come here often?" You did your best to play it off and play it cool to try and put your scent out of their minds. Lopez and Brown seemed to read something from Quaritch's expression as he turned back to them; based on the way his ears pinned to the sides of his head, it was a warning glare of sorts. Brown and Lopez immediately made some awful, mumbled excuses about how they were done and had to go, trying to find random duties to save them from their Colonel's piercing glare, leaving just you, Mansk, and Quaritch.
Their eyes never left you as you went about your routine, and they barely paid attention to theirs, ending with a few pinched fingers and unnecessary bruises. Eventually, they stopped entirely, sitting next to each other, whispering occasionally to each other. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you were more than confident it was about you. You were doing barbell squats, and Quaritch had decided to approach you. Check your form is correct, he told himself, like he couldn't see you from where he was. He startled you halfway through a rep when you looked up and he was suddenly behind you; you were so focused on everything else you hadn't heard him.
Your knees nearly gave out and you fumbled the barbell. Thankfully, Quaritch caught it with minimal effort and held it in front of him, his biceps flexing, skin still coated in a thin sheen of sweat from his workout. "Sorry, darlin', didn't mean to startle you. You alright? You look like you've been at this for hours instead of minutes." Quaritch asked with a smile that showed off his pearly white fangs. You couldn't take your eyes off of his biceps for an embarrassingly long amount of time before you nodded with a small "Yep. I'm fine." He chuckled at your mousy response, dropping the barbell, stepping over it, and coming so close to you, that you were nearly chest-to-chest with him.
"You sure about that, Princess? Cuz Mansk and I have been enjoying the new... fragrance in the gym." Quaritch placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look at him in the eyes. You stuttered wordlessly as he brought his head closer to your neck, inhaling deeply and smirking. "Yeah, I thought I smelt something amazing." Mansk had wandered over to the both of you and stood behind you, kissing your shoulder, working his way up to your neck.
You have me exceptionally curious. What are your general headcanons for the The T-1000, and what primarily influences that veiw?
Not 100% sure how to answer this, so I'm just going to give a bunch of headcanons like I usually do and hope that kind of explains things.
Let's get a few things straight, unlike him. He is not doing things out of love, nor does he care about gender. This is curiosity, fascination, and control.
He's curious and fascinated about the human body, their emotions, and their responses.
He also relishes having control over said body, emotions, and responses.
That being said, service top. Loves being in control and taking care of you, including aftercare.
Horrible bedside manner, performs aftercare more as a task, but still does it. It doesn't feel like a negative thing for him, more like something he just feels he has to do, no negotiations. It's part of the act, in his mind. Make a mess, clean it up, don't break the equipment.
He can obviously form into whatever he touches, but prefers staying in his humanoid form; there will be no shape-shifting upon request. He likes this form, he's staying in this form. Unless he doesn't need or feel like being a person anymore.
In which case, take care not to step into the liquid metal blob slinking about the floor. Your consequence is your foot being trapped and being held hostage until he decides it's enough.
Since he's a metal alloy, he has no heating/cooling system like the T-800, who runs just slightly warmer than your average person. The T-1000 is a few degrees cooler; if you didn't know what he was before touching him, you'd wonder if he was cold, if he wanted a sweater or something to warm him.
He does actually enjoy the warmth you provide, and will gladly cuddle up to you for it. It doesn't change his temperature, it's just comfortable for him and he likes it. It is possible to rile him up with touches during this, though.
Unlike the T-800, he isn't particularly heavy. He's about 10 pounds lighter than a person of his height and perceived weight.
Has a sleep mode where he shuts down for a specified amount of time, but can't be woken up until the timer is up unless his auditory and physical sensors detect an emergency. If you say you're napping for ten minutes, he's out for ten minutes exactly.
Doesn't mind the name printed on his name tag, and you may refer to him by it, or his serial number. Has a secret favouritism for the name, though. Makes him feel like he's blending in better as a human.
He likes all sorts of differing personalities. Strong, stubborn types, or shy quiet ones. They're all interesting to him; subconscious favouritism for more submissive personalities. Dominating is in the fibre of his very being, he can't help it.
He's not cold and calculating initiating or during sex, though. No, he prefers to put his programming and observation skills to good use and really put them into practice. The man can really put on the charm when he wants to, and wow does it make your knees weak.
One moment he's questioning a human emotion, until he picks up on your subtle arousal. Then all of a sudden he's as smooth as the alloy he's made of and you're in bed before you know what hit you.
He keeps up the performance for a bit afterwards, noting the shock his sudden demeanour switch seems to put people in, and has instead learned to ease you into his default way of being.
Protective x1000. Can and will hospitalize people for making comments about you, let alone threaten you. Mostly doesn't listen to you during those times unless you have a logically sound reason for him not terminating the sleazeball that catcalled you, such as attention or possible police involvement.
Much prefers your pleasure over his, and he can feel pleasure. He has sensors and all sorts of complex inner workings. He shuts them all off during a hunt or when he refuses to give you the upper hand. When he wants to be in control, there's no talking him out of it.
As a complex machine that studies humans, he obviously understands the concepts of consent and various kinks. His eyes are constantly analyzing things, so he knows a lot of things about you without you needing to say a word. He knows when you're physically uncomfortable, not in the mood, in the mood, pushed to your limit, or still wanting more. He knows when you're close, what feels good, and what doesn't, no matter how good of a liar you think you are.
While he's not comfortable with shape-shifting strictly for your amusement, he's willing to experiment and indulge most kinks of yours, including ones where he's on the receiving end of things.
He may not be able to love you in the traditional sense, but there is an undeniable bond. Why he's formed it with you, he's unsure and will never be able to explain it. But he knows you inside and out, trusts you, and prefers your company above all else, even if you're not doing anything particularly interesting. Simply sharing the space and studying is nice.
I got hate before for writing Ocelot/female reader so I don't share it anymore. I still love him but people get really mad for some reason if they see something not bosselot. I love Ocelot way more than Kaz I'm just keeping it to myself now.
Well, I started off in the Fallout fandom as an LGBTQ+ not-white person, and I've gotten plenty of nasty asks and threats because of what I've chosen to write. I sincerely don't give a fuck what anyone has to say about it. Fandom is diverse, and while yes I agree, Ocelot is gay as hell, consider: I want him carnally. Kaz is an absolute Bicon, Ocelot can't be whyyyy? This wouldn't be writing Dorian Pavus from Dragon Age: Inquisition (a canonically, outright-stated gay man) being written straight.
None of this is directed at you, btw, no hostility towards you, in fact I sincerely appreciate you forewarning me. Consider this more my message to the side of the fandom you're referring to. Not only that, but my point still stands regarding the original post we're discussing; two points. One, the fandom still isn't individuating Ocelot and making yummy NSFW of just Ocelot, and two, still not enough Bosselot stuff. My point still stands, I have not seen Ocelot getting the delicious NSFW attention he deserves, whether you approve of Bosselot, Ocelot, or women attracted to Ocelot or not.
Fandom still isn't doing enough for that absolute beauty of a man. Shame on all of you. /hj
(Please send the AFAB x Ocelot stuff to me, I'm dying here. NEED that man.)
