In which the night is cold; cuddling with Durin helps.
❥ Durin x gn!reader ₊˚⊹
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additional info: drabble, established relationship
You nestled further into Durin, chasing his warmth.
Tonight was cold. A rarity for Mondstadt. However, this week had been particularly chilly. It was winter, but winters in Mondstadt tended to be mild. You wondered if it would snow. It would certainly be an odd sight seeing the city covered in a powdering of white. In your mind, snow was something that should be contained to Dragonspine.
Durin pulled you in closer, mumbling something inaudible. His wings were already wrapped around you, but he somehow managed to cocoon you even further. Not that you minded. You welcomed it even. Anything to fight off the cold. Besides, you liked laying with Durin like this. Being enveloped in his arms was comforting. Having his wings form a shield around you made you feel the safest you had ever been.
You felt Durin's tail wrap around your leg. You smiled; you always found it cute when he did that. You're not sure why. You just found his tail cute in general you supposed. He was very expressive with it. Akin to a puppy, it would swish back and forth when he was excited. When he was disappointed, it would droop in dejection. Durin would get embarrassed whenever you pointed it out, but you would reassure him that you weren't trying to tease him.
Okay, maybe you were lying. Just a little though! You couldn't help it; Durin was just too cute when he was flustered.
You smiled at the thought.
Cupping Durin's cheek, you pressed a kiss against his forehead. Then you closed your eyes, letting yourself be dragged to the realm of sleep.
Tags: smut, dom!michael, sub!reader, freaky!mike(in other news, grass is green), big dick!mike, creampies, size kink, light exhibitionism, praise kink, spit kink, nipple play, temperature play, pussy eating, blowjobs, possessiveness, hes a gentleman at heart though, etc.
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Author’s Note: Posting this quickly after the last one as an apology for being gone for months.
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✎ᝰ! A pleasure dom through and through. Sex is always about you. Your pleasure comes first, second, and third. He makes sure you cum countless times before he even thinks about his own release.
✎ᝰ! Absolutely loathes doggy style. It feels too impersonal and unromantic to him; he can’t see your pretty face, can’t kiss your lips, or bury his face in the crook of your neck to suck fresh love marks into your skin. The lack of eye contact actually frustrates him.
✎ᝰ! Makes the filthiest sounds known to mankind. He’s not obnoxiously loud, but he whimpers and groans right against your ear, voice breaking as he tells you no one else has ever made him feel this good, no one else ever could.
✎ᝰ! Does all the “work.” Your only job is to lay there and look pretty for him, taking everything he gives you. Your passivity turns him on beyond belief. He’s forbidden you from riding him or sucking him off because that’s too much effort for his precious girl. You’re meant to be worshipped, not to labor.
✎ᝰ! Michael is high key a freak and not ashamed of it in the slightest.
✎ᝰ! Definitely has a foot fetish, you cannot prove me wrong. He tries to be so discreet about it, but the way he unconsciously focuses on the way your toes curl when he’s deep inside you gives him away each time.
✎ᝰ! He is absolutely infatuated with the way you taste. He could, without exaggeration, spend hours between your warm thighs just making you finish over and over with no breaks in between. He gets easily drunk on your flavour and the sounds you make, his eyes crossing and fluttering from keeping himself on edge while his jaw aches but doesn't dare stop.
✎ᝰ! He rarely subs. The closest it gets is when he’s exhausted but still desperate to take care of you. In those moments he’ll lie back and let you ride him, using his cock like your personal toy while he watches you with hazy, adoring eyes.
✎ᝰ! He is hung, honey. Seven inches when soft, a thick nine when fully erect. Uncut, girthy, and veiny — the kind of cock that makes your mouth water and think the gods may have you as their favorite.
✎ᝰ! Shamelessly whimpers on the phone with you while slowly stroking his leaking cock when he’s on tour. He needs you to hear exactly what you do to him, even from hundreds of miles away.
✎ᝰ! Loves when it gets messy. He goes feral at the sight of a creamy white ring of your arousal frothing around the base of his thick cock, dripping down his heavy balls with each deep slide.
✎ᝰ! Michael is very handsy. He’s constantly groping and squeezing your soft skin, especially your hips, waist, and love handles, like he can’t you’re real.
✎ᝰ! Is obsessed with the fact that your hand can't fully encircle his cock. Strokes his ego just right.
✎ᝰ! He’s very possessive. The idea of a threesome makes him physically gag, yet he can’t stop fantasizing about having both of your holes filled at the same time. What a delicious dilemma he’s trapped himself in.
✎ᝰ! Steals your panties constantly and uses them when you’re not home. He’ll either wrap the silky fabric around his throbbing cock while he strokes himself or press them to his face, inhaling your scent as he fists his weeping length.
✎ᝰ! On the rare occasions he lets you suck his cock, he always has you lying comfortably on the bed while he stands at the edge. He refuses to let your knees touch the hard floor, that’s too degrading for his sweet girl.
✎ᝰ! Ass eater.
✎ᝰ! Whenever he takes you against a wall from behind, he always puts his hand against the surface so you can rest your cheek on it instead of the cold, hard wall, protecting you even while he’s pounding into you.
✎ᝰ! Extremely attentive to your cycles. Knows exactly when you’re ovulating and becomes even more insatiable, fucking you slower and deeper like he’s trying to make it take.
✎ᝰ! Surprisingly into temperature play. Will run an ice cube down your body before following the cold trail with his hot tongue, especially around your nipples and clit. The contrast makes you arch and shiver so prettily for him.
✎ᝰ! Keeps the lights on or at least dim. He needs to see everything.
✎ᝰ! Gets stupidly turned on when you’re shy in public but filthy for him in private. The contrast makes him want to ruin you the second the door closes.
✎ᝰ! Has an odd yet intense fixation on your pulse points. He’ll spend long minutes sucking and licking at your throat and wrists just to feel your heartbeat fluttering against his tongue.
✎ᝰ! Gets painfully hard just from watching you get dressed in the morning. The way you hook your bra, slide panties up your thighs, or bend over to grab something makes him groan low in his throat. Sometimes he can’t resist pulling you back into bed before you even finish.
✎ᝰ! Obsessed with your nipples. Spends ages teasing them with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth until they’re swollen and sensitive, gently biting just to hear that sharp little gasp you make.
✎ᝰ! Adores when you wear nothing but jewelry in bed, especially the ones he bought you. The way they sparkle and jingle against your skin while he drives into you is pure art to him.
List of some of his kinks/fetishes:
✎ᝰ! Creampies: He loves filling you up to the absolute brim with his thick, sticky seed. The feeling of his tip kissing pressing against your cervix while he paints the tight sensitive ring white drives him wild. He cums so much that it always leaks out of your spent pussy no matter how deep he buries it.
✎ᝰ! Size kink (not about body size): he is obsessed with the whole “oh, no it's not gonna fit” thing. He loves the slow, careful process of stretching you open on his fingers first, turning you into a leaky, nonverbal mess long before he finally pushes the fat tip of his length inside you. Nothing gets him harder than watching you struggle to take all of him, reduced to a dumb little thing as he fucks you like you were made for him.
✎ᝰ! Light exhibitionism: Loves filming and taking photos of you two while making love, capturing every detail. He secretly fantasizes about someone finding them and seeing exactly how well he can ruin you.
✎ᝰ! Praise kink: Mostly centered on you. He’s always whispering praise about how well you’re taking him, how gorgeous you look all spread open and dripping for him, how perfectly you squeeze around him.
✎ᝰ! Spit kink: He enjoys both giving and receiving. He loves catching you off guard in non-sexual moments. Pulling you into a dim corner of a museum and telling you to be a good girl and open your mouth for him just to watch you blush. On extremely rare submissive nights, he’ll beg so prettily for you to spit in his mouth.
a/n : since nobody is gonna write smut for lamine, i’ll just do it myself and i haven’t wrriten in a long while so sorry if this too short-
pairing : lamine yamal x fem!reader
cw : smut smut smut! (you and him are also sneaky links)
he had you face down, ass up and bouncing against his cock at a steady, but rough pace. your hands gripped the pillow for dear life, nails scratching, digging, just holding onto it.
“tell me you love it,” lamine managed to breath out, his eyes half open, yet a smirk was still present on his face. “tell me that you love this dick.”
you couldn’t even speak, that’s how good the boy was fucking you. the only thing that could escape your soft lips was your moans, and if he could be honest, that’s the only thing lamine wanted to hear from that pretty mouth of yours.
“god, i love love love your cock,” you said, voice slightly raspy. your eyes rolled backwards as the grip on the pillow tightened. you couldn’t even think straight.
“don’t- don’t stop. don’t.. stop!”
lamine only went faster. one thing about him, what keeps him going when the two of you are having sex, whenever you praise him, it only makes him wanna do more.
the glory he receives from the fans, helps him play well and keep him going on the field, so it only makes sense that it applies the same in bed.
the sound being made inside the room was an erotic, yet beautiful mess. skin slapping, moaning, grunting, all the shit. and lamine? he was loving each and every second of it.
your eyes felt glassy, and soon enough, tears began to flow from your face and onto the bed sheets as ut continued to creak. it hurt good. so so goo.
but did it stop there? nope.
“fuuuuck, you’re gonna snap my spine, lami!” you spewed, face digging deeper into the bed, as his cock stopped at nothing. absolutely nothing. if anything, he considers himself doing an amazing job.
you’re the only person that illuga knows he can talk about his past, without being judged. i mean sure? he trusts everyone on his team, but you? oh my days. and you’re the only person that he lets himself fall vulnerable to. illuga knows you. just your touch alone is enough to assure him that he’s never alone, and never will be again. (hope you enjoyed :D)
🥺🥺🥺 ooohh the notion of being the most trusted one to a person who's usually so closed off about their past,,,,,,
I think for better or worse, the older generation of Lightkeepers who are around Nikita's age would know about Illuga's past since it's tied so closely to the tragedy that happened ten years ago... Even though he tries to feign ignorance whenever the topic is brought up to new recruits, most can often sense that something is wrong with Illuga, as if he's distancing himself from the topic all together,,,
Illuga wishes to become the light that illuminates his companion's future, to become the bright sun itself— yet the sun was created by a thousand nightingales, not just one.
As his head falls against your shoulder, heavy with duties and burdened with thoughts, he allows himself to become a setting sun this one time; letting your gentle hands and warmth, soft like the moonlight, keep the flame in his lantern going... peace, silence and your presence is all he needs now.
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Tumblr, or any platform like this, has its rules, and if you think you can just do shit like that, you seriously need to be kicked out- because it makes me so fucking disgusted to know that one of my friends who writes for a community that barely is alive gets sent death threats??? You all seriously are so immature, it’s embarrassing. If you have done stuff like this- shame on YOU. AND you wonder why they barely post, or why you have nothing to read or interact with for the topic you’re hyper fixated on.
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So I beg you, if you think it's okay to do stupid fuckery like that- you can fucking leave and delete this app. No one wants someone like that in this community.
uhhhhmmmmm, here’s a lil smut of illuga bc the mf is so hot-
cw: f! reader, p in v, clothed sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex
it was barely above 15 minutes, and yet the light keeper was already starting to breathe heavily, hands clasping your thighs, hot breath landing onto the nape of your neck.
today really tired your boyfriend out, with the abyssal corrosion and whatnot.
and for some reason, when he saw you really closely, illuga didn’t just look at you lovingly, no.
more like, hungrily.
you just looked so good at that moment, so therefore he decided, he would use the last few remnants of his energy onto you.
“i- i can’t be doing this,” illuga breathed out, face becoming redder, and hands only gripping your thighs slightly tighter.
“using your body for what i want? that’s.. that’s so selfish of me—”
you hushed the captain by pressing a finger toward his mouth, hushing him gently. “shh, my love. it’s not selfish of you, you needed this anyway,” you answered. “you were stressed, and what better therapy than sex at the moment?”
you were right. it’s not like he could go all the way to nasha town to get a therapist all the way there, it was too far away.
in your relationship, in only a couple cases, sex therapy was the best one.
only then, you felt the shroom tip of his cock entering your wettened cunt, and a soft moan was set free from your lips.
illuga could only let out a soft groan. “my lady— you feel- so so good..”
you managed to flutter open your eyes looked down onto his silver-blue ones.
“do whatever you need to my love. all the other lightkeepers are returning home, and the some are nowhere near here.”
his final string of restraint snapped. that was all he needed as the go signal.
and slowly, you felt illuga’s hardness driving deeper into your pussy, to which you let out another moan.. just more music to illuga’s ears.
his hands traveled down and up your ass, making sure your panties were coming off, just for the better experience.
turns out you were correct. sex therapy was the best.
not to long after, a faint sound of skin slapping was heard in the room, and a noise of mixed groans and moans.
“fuck,” illuga groaned, slightly turning up the pace as you bounced up and down onto his length. “so.. so tight—”
clap after clap. his actions only made you a blushing mess. “illuga!” you shrieked, as your arms were wrapped around his neck..
you moaning out his name only gets him to do more, which was a good thing obviously.
“my lady— oh my archons— i think im gonna—”
“yeah, me too.”
not too many seconds after, illuga had ejaculated into your soft cunt, while letting out a final moan.
“that- that was amazing..” the captain said with a breathless voice.
your hands let go of his red-gray hair, travelling up to your temples to wipe the sweat off. “sure was, captain.”
and suddenly.. all the stress of the abyss had left the man’s body, and only you were laid on his mind.
there was only a few more minutes until his team was back from patrol, so why not make more of the time you have?
“i wanna go for round 2, to be honest. but i say we do it properly this time.”
knight! illuga who really swore to give his life protecting you, but you didn’t think he actually meant it until his life really went on the line. whether or not you could protect yourself, he wanted to be both your sword and shield.
knight! illuga who swore his allegiance, loyalty, trust, and subconsciously his heart when he took the oath to stay by your side for the rest of time. even if that meant resisting the urge to confess his feelings. no matter how strong they may be, he would base if he’d ever confess from the signals you give.
knight! illuga who dreams of running away with you, and staying in a small, unknown part of the city — a place where not even the best of the best king’s guards could find you two. mostly because illuga is the best, but also with the fact that he knows exactly where to go… god if you only asked, he would’ve already picked you up bridal style and left without a trace.
knight! illuga who puts his duty before work, which means to stay by your side for a little longer. yes to give in to your “5 minutes more please” because if you hadn’t noticed, you had been grasping his hand softly. he couldn’t leave—not now.
knight! illuga who yearns for you, and can only resist the pulse in himself to attack that stupid royal you were dancing with. he would consider himself responsible, but with the right trigger, he could be the machine gun at your dismay. if you just told him, he… wouldn’t mind slipping a few drops of rat poison into his drink.
knight! illuga who thinks the me who come up to you are pathetic—hello? he seriously thinks you need a ‘better knight than this douche’? he’s been your assigned knight ever since birth. if the guy asks to duel, just trust me when i say it didn’t last longer than twenty seconds.
knight! illuga who abides your every order, but questions the king’s. he knows where his morals lie, so when a weird request comes of your father, he will not comply—but if you ask? he won’t bat an eye. he won’t even ask questions, he’ll do it immediately.
knight! illuga who has rested right beside you in your absolutely large bed so ‘you could rest’ a little better; but obviously ended up catching a few z’s himself (planned by you), which also gets you scolded by him a little later on.
knight! illuga who would clear up rumors as soon as he hears about them, but when its about you, the royal he serves, rumored to like him back?
