#@voltage smut

[sasukeuchiha-24]

[sasuke-naruto]

Naruto x Sasuke Amor ❤️

[narutouzumaki-25]

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Where is the court of darkness smut?

Am i going to have to taint the community with smut?

You bet your sweet ass i am going to.

[wistfulwanderingone]

Bound by Desire: Court of Darkness

Fandom: Court of Darkness

Characters: Guy, MC-Cassandra

Rating: A tad spicier than the spiciest epilogues (Minors/folks under 18 beware).

Description: Cassandra just wants Guy to notice the ribbon in her hair. When he doesn't, her sass ignites a magical passion between them, revealing a thrilling and irresistible desire.

Bound by Desire

Cassandra scurried late into Guy's chambers, her heart racing with anticipation. She touched the satin red ribbon in her hair, a wide grin spreading across her face as she imagined his reaction. Butterflies danced in her stomach, and her fingers fidgeted with the ends of the ribbon, unable to contain her excitement.

“Hello, Guy,” she greeted softly as she settled next to him on the settee.

Guy glanced up from the scroll he was reading and Cassandra's smile faltered as his eyes skimmed over her without a flicker of recognition for the ribbon. “You’re late,” he remarked, his gaze returning to the scroll in hand.

She bit her lip, looking away to hide the dimming sparkle in her eyes. Her fingers twisted the end of the ribbon anxiously as a pang of disappointment settled in her chest. “I’m sorry. I had to stay after class for a supplemental lesson with Roy.”

“And have you made any progress on the levitation spell he assigned you?” he asked, his voice unchanging.  

“Yes, today I was able to levitate the feather he gave me,” she replied, hoping for even a hint of praise.

Guy studied Cassandra for a moment before speaking. “I believe I told you not to settle for mere levitation.”

“Isn’t all levitation mere levitation?” she asked, tilting her head slightly more than usual, hoping he would notice the ribbon.

His eyes flicked up to the red ribbon before returning to her face, expression apathetic. “Can you levitate an object that holds some significance for you?”

“Levitate something that holds significance?” Cassandra furrowed her brow at his question, her mind racing to grasp its meaning.

Guy leaned forward with a sigh, the leather of the settee creaking softly. “Choose something that has sentimental value to you and make it levitate,” he said, enunciating each word carefully. “Simple enough.”

Cassandra's face flushed, and she narrowed her eyes at him. “I understand that. But why does it matter whether it is significant to me?”

Guy leaned back against the settee, crossing one leg over the other and draping his arm over the armrest. “It’s a question of willpower. Emotions can interfere when something we hold dear is on the line.” He paused, his gaze locking onto Cassandra with such intensity that it sent a wave of heat rushing to her cheeks. “But perhaps this lesson requires a demonstration rather than an explanation.” He smirked ever so slightly as he stood up, his movements smooth and deliberate, every bit the formal first prince of Avari he was. Offering a hand to help her up, he said, “I want you to choose a small object from among those you treasure and place it on the table over there.” He gestured toward a small table by the window, bathed in the soft afternoon light.

“Alright, fine.” Cassandra hesitated for a moment before removing the red ribbon from her hair and placing it on the table.

Guy’s eyebrow rose slightly before he gestured toward the ribbon with a graceful sweep of his hand. “Make it return to you. It must levitate back and rest around your wrist.” His gaze locked onto hers, an unspoken challenge in his eyes. He enjoyed testing her, pushing her boundaries—it was a way to see her grow, to see her strength.

Cassandra focused on the ribbon, trying to channel her magic into making it levitate. However, the weight of Guy's intense stare bore down on her, and the lingering annoyance that he hadn’t acknowledged the ribbon’s significance gnawed at her concentration. She felt the frustration tighten in her chest, and despite her best efforts, the ribbon remained stubbornly still.

Guy glanced at the ribbon, noting its lack of movement. “That wasn’t your best effort.” The corners of his mouth curled downward in disappointment. “Have you already forgotten how to levitate?”

Cassandra glared at him. “Maybe it’s your fault for getting me all irritated.”

He chuckled, finding amusement in her defiance. It starkly contrasted her usual soft, caring demeanor, and he found it intriguing. “Tch. Is that so?” He moved to stand right next to her, and his presence loomed large, enveloping her senses and making it hard to focus on anything else. “It must also be my fault that you took an hour to come here after class instead of immediately.”

“I told you it was because I had a supplemental lesson with Roy,” she huffed.

He placed his hands on her hips and leaned forward, his face inches from hers. “Then I suppose the lesson ran extra long because you had other things on your mind?”

“The only thing I ever have on my mind is you, Guy.” Her hand flew to her mouth, eyes widening as heat surged to her cheeks, turning them a deep crimson.

A satisfied smirk spread across Guy’s face. He removed his hands from her hips and looked at her with a knowing glint in his eyes. It took all his self-control not to kiss her right then and there. “So you would be willing to give up lessons with Roy if it meant spending all your time with me instead?”

“As if that’s even a question,” she retorted.

A devilish smile formed on his lips as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And if Roy asked you to go to an event with him, you would turn him down and come to me instead?”

“Of course I would!” she exclaimed, her eyes blazing.

He finally allowed himself to move a finger to her chin, lifting it slightly as he gazed into her eyes. “You are mine and no one else’s. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She hesitated for a moment, her eyes twinkling with mischief before a sly smile spread across her lips. “And you are mine. Don’t you forget it!”

His smirk transformed into a genuine chuckle, the sound warm and unexpected. He then placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pulling her closer until their faces were just inches apart. “You’re starting to become bold.”

“Not bold enough, apparently. Did you even notice what I was wearing?”

He raised an eyebrow at the question. His eyes traveled slowly from her neckline, tracing the curve of her form with deliberate attention, lingering on every detail before finally locking onto her gaze once more. The intensity of his scrutiny sent a shiver down her spine.  “Of course I noticed.” He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “The red looks exquisite on you.”

“I-I wasn’t talking about my dress.” Her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, her voice faltering. 

He smirked once more, unable to resist her charm. His fingers brushed against her chin, tilting her face upward until their eyes locked. "I know you weren’t," he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes. "The ribbon highlights your natural beauty, just as I anticipated." As he spoke, his magic seamlessly retied the ribbon into her hair, each movement deliberate and tender.

Cassandra's heart soared, her pulse quickening. "Really, Guy? You think so?" Her voice was breathless with excitement, eyes wide and hopeful. "And you truly noticed?"

He nodded without breaking eye contact. “I could never miss even the smallest detail when it comes to you.” He reached out a hand, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His gaze lingered on her soft features, each delicate curve and contour captivating him. A warmth spread through his chest—she always had this effect on him, effortlessly breaking through his guarded exterior. Every time he looked at her, it was as if the walls he had built around his heart crumbled, leaving him vulnerable yet deeply content.

Chin still held gently in Guy’s grip, Cassandra leaned in, her lips just centimeters from his. He began to move closer, ready to close the distance, but she placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away. "No, no, no," she said with a teasing smirk. "No kisses for you since you pretended not to notice the ribbon."

He chuckled softly, though a flicker of irritation glinted in his eyes. The frustration gnawed at him, but her cheeky defiance was irresistibly charming—and she looked incredibly alluring. “What a cruel punishment,” he said, his tone playful yet edged with sarcasm. He leaned in again, this time capturing both her wrists in a firm grip.

She gasped in surprise, eyes widening as she felt the sudden restraint.

Guy's grin widened as he moved even closer, his breath mingling with hers. “You know,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble, “if I really wanted to kiss you, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” His hands slid to her wrists, binding them together with a firm yet gentle grip. He raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling with anticipation, waiting for her next move. The thrill of her resistance sent a surge of excitement through him, his heart pounding in response to their teasing game of cat and mouse.

“But you wouldn’t,” she replied, her voice steady as she put on her toughest expression. Guy’s smirk deepened, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He glanced at the top of her head, and she felt the gentle tug as the ribbon began to untie itself, guided by his magic.

Guy chuckled softly at her defiant expression, his eyes locking onto hers. “Oh, you think you know me so well?” he teased, a smirk playing on his lips. With a flick of his fingers, he used his magic to bind her wrists together with the ribbon. Leaning forward, his lips just millimeters from hers, he watched as Cassandra shivered in anticipation. “Just how far do you expect to take this game?” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and almost a growl. His hands trailed slowly down her arms, and he leaned in even closer, their lips nearly touching.

“What game?” she practically moaned.

The sound she made caused Guy's control to slip. He reached his hands around her back, pulling her flush against him. “I believe it was you who said: ‘I am yours and no one else’s.’ How far do you want me to go to prove that you speak the truth?” He leaned down and kissed her neck, his voice a low whisper against her skin. “How far is too far for you?” His hand drifted lower, fingertips grazing her skin as he gradually lifted the hem of her dress, revealing the smooth curve of her thigh.

She couldn’t suppress the soft gasp that escaped her lips. His name escaped her lips in a breathless whisper.

He smirked at the sound of her breathless gasp, a thrill running through him. Unable to resist, his hands continued their exploration, one wrapping possessively around her hip while the other slowly trailed up her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin. The anticipation of undressing her was almost unbearable.

“Guy, what are you doing?” she gasped, a hint of urgency in her voice. “Jasper might return at any moment!”

A soft, almost mischievous laugh escaped his lips as he leaned down, his breath warm against her ear. “Not for a while, I’m sure. And anyway…” He bit gently at her neck, his voice a seductive whisper. “We can move this to my bedchamber.”

With a fluid motion, he stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. His grip on her remained firm and possessive as he carried her, each step purposeful. Opening the door, he stepped inside the dimly lit bedchamber with Cassandra nestled against him.

Cassandra’s heart pounded, a fiery heat spreading through her core.

Guy kicked the door shut behind them, the sound resonating in the intimate space.

Guy set her down gently in the center of the bed, standing before her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “That dress has to go,” he declared, his voice low and commanding. With a flick of his fingers, the ribbon slithered up, binding her wrists to the headboard.

Cassandra’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Where does it have to go?” she asked cheekily.

He let out a low laugh, feeling his own pulse spike with desire. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her lower lip before he spoke, “Anywhere that’s not on you.”

She gasped softly, her lips instinctively seeking his in a passionate kiss.

His arms encircled her, hands sliding down to the small of her back, pulling her impossibly close. He could feel every curve, every inch of her body pressed against him. The kiss was deep, lingering, only breaking when they both needed to catch their breath.

He gazed at her for a few seconds, his breath still heavy. “That dress needs to come off…”

“Yes, you mentioned that, but…” she wriggled her bound hands, “as you can see…my hands are otherwise occupied.”

Guy grinned and circled the bed to stand behind her. With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton the back of her dress, each release revealing more of her smooth skin. As the fabric slipped down, it exposed her shoulders, the cool air causing her to shiver.

He continued, the dress gradually falling away, inch by inch, revealing the curves of her body. His fingers traced the strap that held the dress in place, and with a gentle tug, he pulled it down, exposing the upper swell of her chest.

Leaning in close, he inhaled her scent, a mix of perfume and the natural fragrance of her skin. The intimacy of the moment made her gasp softly, her body trembling under his touch.

Guy's heart pounded as he took in the sight of her. There was something intoxicating about seeing her like this—vulnerable, yet so bold. The way she blushed, the way her body responded to his touch, it all drove him wild with desire. He moved closer, his hands exploring her exposed skin, reveling in the softness beneath his fingers. He could feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, mirroring his own.

With deliberate slowness, he slid the dress down, the fabric whispering against her skin until it pooled beside her on the bed. She was left in a delicate negligee, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. His eyes roved over her body, drinking in every curve, every inch of her.

Cassandra blushed deeply, feeling the intensity of his gaze. She turned her head, wanting to reach out, to pull him close and kiss him, but her hands were bound. Her desire was palpable, her body aching for his touch, but all she could do was wait, her heart racing with anticipation.

Guy noticed her attempt to reach for him and smirked, his eyes trailing up toward her hands still bound to the headrest. Kneeling over her, he let one hand glide across her cheek as he leaned down, close enough to inhale the intoxicating scent of her perfume. His eyes locked onto hers, their intensity making her heart race. “You want to kiss me. I know it,” he murmured, his breath warm against her lips. His smirk widened as his mouth hovered just millimeters from hers, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Tell me what you need from me.��

She was breathless, the heat between them almost suffocating. “I need…I need…Kiss me, Guy. I want you to kiss me. I want to feel you,” she practically begged, her voice laced with desire.

Hearing her beg ignited a fire within him, and he smiled as his hand slipped into her hair, pulling her closer. Their lips met in an urgent, searing kiss, their mouths moving together in a frenzy of passion. When they finally parted, they were both breathing heavily, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

“Keep asking like that, and I’ll have you screaming my name,” he whispered, his voice filled with promise and desire.

“I wouldn’t complain,” she replied, breathless and eager.

Guy's grin widened at her response, a wicked idea forming in his mind. “Would you not?” he whispered playfully, pushing her down onto the bed. Straddling her, he leaned down and kissed her neck, trailing soft kisses and gentle bites along her collarbone and down to her shoulder.

She gasped and moaned, her desire growing with each touch. “Guy…I want to see…I want to feel more of you,” she murmured, longing for him to remove his clothing as well.

A devilish grin spread across his face at her request. He nodded, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off, tossing it next to her dress. He leaned back, watching her with a mix of desire and amusement. Undoing the buttons on his pants, he slipped off the rest of his clothes, leaving him bare.

Her eyes were fixed on his body, unable to look away. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, noticing how much she trembled with anticipation. His hands traveled across her stomach, down her thighs, each touch sending shivers down her spine.

“Yes, Guy, yes!” she breathed, her desire palpable.

Guy smirked at her reaction, sliding between her legs and pressing his body intimately against hers. The heat between them was electric, their bodies moving in a synchronized dance of desire. His hand trailed down her thigh, the touch teasing and deliberate. “Where do you want me?” he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur. “You want to see me, feel me, but I know that’s not all. You want something more.” His hand moved higher, stopping at the spot that made her breath hitch, his touch gentle but insistent.

Her breathing quickened, words failing her as a soft moan escaped her lips, her body arching into his touch.

Guy's grip tightened, his breath hot and tantalizing against her ear. “Just wait until you feel what happens next,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. He increased the pace of his movements, pressing his body more firmly against hers, the tension between them reaching a fever pitch.

She moaned his name, the sound a sweet melody to his ears. His smirk deepened at her reaction, his hand moving to caress her face, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Don’t be afraid to scream for me,” he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against her ear. “I want everyone to know who’s giving you so much pleasure. I want them to know who it is that’s making you his.” His hand moved with purpose, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “I want them to know who it is that’s making you this helpless.”

He pressed himself closer, his presence overwhelming. His hand continued to work its magic at her sweet spot, his voice low and heavy, almost a growl as he whispered once more, “Say my name.”

“Guy.”

His breath hitched when she finally gave in, and he bit down softly on her neck. “Say it again.”

"Guy."

He bit even harder, a groan escaping his lips. “Say it like you mean it.”

She met his gaze with a defiant smirk. “Make me.”

His smirk deepened as he leaned even closer, the pressure of his body against hers hard and intense. His whisper was husky, thick with desire. “Make you?” His fingers quickened their pace, sinking deeper into her warmth.

Every nerve in her body tingled from his touch. Despite her hands being tied, she began to rock against his fingers, seeking more of the intense sensation he was giving her.

he sensation of her rocking nearly overwhelmed Guy. His breathing quickened as he leaned over her, their bodies pressed together. His breath was hot against her ear as he reached down to grasp the back of her neck, tilting her head back as he whispered, “Good girl.” His grip tightened, urgency clear in his tone. “Let go for me.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, tremors taking over her body. “I need you, Guy, now!” Her voice was filled with raw, unfiltered desire, each word a plea for the intimacy she craved.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face as he listened to her urgent cry. The sound of his name, spoken with such need, sent a thrill through him. Leaning in closer, his breath hot and heavy against her ear, he whispered, “I’m going to make you scream it again.” His words were a dark promise, dripping with desire and intent.

His hands left her neck, one sliding down to grip her thigh with a possessive firmness while the other traced a deliberate path upward, his touch leaving a trail of fire on her skin. He reveled in the way she reacted to his touch, her body arching and pressing into him. Leaning down, he bit down gently on her shoulder, drawing a gasp from her lips as her body instinctively moved beneath him.

Kneeling between her legs, he positioned himself and pressed his body against hers, their heat merging into a single, intense flame. “Guy!” she cried out, her voice a desperate plea. The name fell from her lips like a prayer, each syllable laced with an urgent need that mirrored his own.

With a low growl, his voice thick with unrestrained passion, he commanded, “Say my name again. Scream it as loud as you can.” His words were a blend of dominance and desire, urging her to let go completely.

He thrust into her with a steady, powerful rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Each movement drew them closer, the connection between them growing stronger with every passing second. “

Their movements became more frantic, each thrust bringing them closer to the edge. The intensity built until it was almost unbearable, and then, in a blinding moment of euphoria…

Guy!” she screamed, her voice reaching a crescendo of pleasure that echoed through the room, her body trembling and convulsing in his arms as they both found their release.

Breathless and spent, he held her close, their bodies still entwined, hearts pounding in unison. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of their shared passion. Guy's arms tightened around her, a silent vow that he would never let her go.

His breath came in heavy, labored gasps, and he wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close as they both panted, trying to catch their breath. Eventually, he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his voice still husky with lingering desire. “You screamed my name rather loud, you know.”

Cassandra sighed, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “I’d say you earned it.”

Her smile sent a ripple of warmth through him, each curve of her lips stirring something deep within. He couldn’t help but smile back, the connection between them almost palpable. With a subtle flick of his fingers, he used his magic to untie the ribbon from around her wrists, gently taking her hands in his. The soft, tender touch of her skin against his own sent a shiver of contentment through him.

Leaning down, he captured her lips in a kiss that was both soft and filled with love, their connection deepening with every gentle press of their mouths. His hands held hers, fingers entwined in a silent promise of intimacy and affection. The kiss was unhurried, savoring the moment and the closeness they shared.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the space between them. With a playful glint in his eyes and a mischievous laugh, he whispered, “After such an impressive performance, I think we both deserve a treat.”

She laughed softly, a melodious sound that made his heart race. With a playful push, she rolled him onto his back and straddled his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers tangled in his hair, sending shivers down his spine. “Aw, what did you have in mind?” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear before trailing soft, teasing kisses and gentle bites down his neck to his shoulder.

He bit his lip, trying to contain the moan that threatened to escape. His grip on her tightened, his fingers threading through her hair as he held her close. After a few breathless moments, he managed to speak, his voice a low, seductive groan. “You clearly already know,” he murmured, his hands gliding over her hips and up her back, drawing her even closer before capturing her lips with his, their mouths moving together in a dance of longing and desire.

“I might have a guess,” she whispered between kisses, her breath warm against his skin.

His lips curled into a smile, pulling her even tighter against him, his fingers tracing the curve of her back.  “And what’s that?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

“Have you ever heard of an encore?” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

His smile widened, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. His hand slid down to rest against her chest, the warmth of her body igniting a fire within him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke, his voice low and sultry, “No, but you can show me.” The words were a blend of challenge and desire, his breath hot against her skin, promising that the night was far from over.

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Devour and Delight: Roy’s Wedding and Wedding Night

Fandom: Court of Darkness (Roy X MC, MC named Carla)

Rating: First third PG/Sugary sweet; last 2/3 R/Sweetly Spicy (Minors/folks under 18 do not interact please!). The spicier section is in dialogue format.

Description: Roy and MC get hitched—and clearly enjoy their first honeymoon night. Part One to this story here: LINK HERE

Word Count: ~2700

Tags: Wedding; wedding night; fluff; sweet and spicy; soft smut

…

A private ceremony takes place in a garden near the Invidian royal chapel. A little girl clutching a basket marches down the aisle, the frills of her dress bouncing energetically. Roy smiles indulgently as the girl curtsies to him at the altar.

“You performed admirably, Nica.” He adds. “Your excitement mirrors mine.”

“Yay!” Nica runs to her older brother, Rio, who serves as Roy’s best man. She had practiced her flower girl routine diligently for a week. No one had the heart to tell Nica that, in her excitement, she forgot to drop any of the petals.

“Sorry about that mate,” Rio says quietly to Roy after ushering Nica to her seat.

“There is nothing to apologize for, my friend.” Roy eyes Nica’s overflowing flower basket, grinning. “I have a better use for the petals this evening.”

“What use could that be—“ Rio stops himself. Roy’s gaze is transfixed upon seeing Carla.

King Klaus walks Carla down the aisle. “I thought I’d only get this honor with Sherry,” Klaus murmurs, his voice choking. Carla can’t help but be moved that the King is reacting like a proud parent this day, his emotions clearly etched on his face.

The audience witnessing this wedding is small—some palace staff, Rio, Lynt and their immediate families, Sherry, Grayson, and Roy’s parents. The Invidian people and other foreign princes will be present for the public ceremony—and all the royal trappings along with it—in a week’s time. But this day is for Roy and Carla.

Carla can hardly contain her emotions as she grasps Roy’s hand.

“No escaping now,” Carla whispers jokingly, her eyes drinking the sight of him in his suit.

“Escape was never an option for us, Heartspell.”

King Klaus makes a gracious escape and sits next to his wife and daughter Sherry. He’s all but sure from Roy’s lovestruck stare that his son did not remotely register his presence.

“Roy’s brimming with passion. It just took the right woman to unlock it.” Roy’s mother notes fondly to King Klaus.

“If he can keep it unlocked until the ceremony ends!” Sherry giggles.

The officiant intones some very poignant and meaningful words—of which Roy would confess later to not recalling much of at all. He does recall every word of his and Carla’s personal wedding vows. When that time arrives, Carla turns and places a gold ring with an etched rose motif on his finger.

“The world is comprised of darkness and light. For years, I struggled in the dark, seeking a life worth living. But then, you arrived. Thank you for being my light—my source of inspiration and joy. I vow to spend every day giving you the same love and happiness you’ve gifted me. To ease the burdens you carry. To lift your spirits in times of sorrow and doubt.”

A beautiful smile forms on Roy’s face from Carla’s words. He places a diamond ring on her finger before clasping her hands.

“The world may be comprised of light and dark, but you brought color into my life. I love you with all that I am. My soul has transformed from knowing you—your goodness, your kindness, your perseverance. I vow to cherish you for eternity, to be the one you can turn to when you require. To comfort, soothe, and protect in times of need.”

The officiant asks if there are any objections. Carla withholds a giggle when Roy scans the crowd and briefly narrows his eyes as if anyone would object. Her thumb caresses his wrist to soothe his nerves.

The officiant pronounces them man and wife. Carla represses the urge to leap in Roy’s arms due to the audience. Roy senses her hesitation and pulls Carla to him in a tender embrace. As their lips touch, Carla whispers on his lips.

“I love you…husband.”

Time stops briefly. Affections overflow as they gaze into each other’s eyes.

“And I love you...wife.”

There’s a joyous celebration at the Castle. The festivities blur in a series of dances, feasting, and good natured ribbing of Roy and Carla being unable to keep their eyes off each other. The moment King Klaus and Queen Charlotte leave, Roy makes his excuses, picks Carla up in his arms, and dashes away.

Carla: Roy! So impatient! Her voice echoes the hallway. What will people say?

Roy: Patience would be rather unusual at present. It is not as if tonight’s plans are a secret. Roy smirks while carrying Carla towards their chambers. Upon feeling her cheeks blaze, his voice lowers. I have the most beautiful wife in my arms. All I desire is to spend time with her.

Carla: Define spend time. Carla nuzzles her nose against his neck as Roy opens their chamber door. I have some ideas…

Roy: Roy chuckles at her coyness. His eyes close briefly at feeling of Carla’s breath against his neck. He steps inside their chambers and locks the door.

Well then, please enlighten me.

Roy puts Carla on the ground. His thumb traces her jawline before lifting her chin towards his gaze. His eyes reflect adoration, love, and rising heat. Carla’s thoughts scatter at his look.

Carla: Roy…She is overwhelmed. A part of her wonders if she closes her eyes if she’ll find this day, nay their entire relationship, nothing more than a dream. She grasps Roy’s free hand. It’s real, solid, radiating warmth. His fingers curl against hers on instinct.

Allow me to burn this beautiful image of you in my mind. Please.

Roy: His eyes widen with surprise—he has been called fair of face by many, but none have mattered before meeting Carla. His expression softens.

Take your time. The corner of his mouth quirks. Please inform me if I pass your inspection.

Carla: She walks a full circle around Roy, eyes roaming up and down from the tips of his shoes to the top of his head. Roy breathes heavier at her examination.

It’s not everyday a girl marries the most handsome prince in Saligia—inside and out. Her voice trails as her arms wrap around Roy’s back.

Roy: He embraces Carla softly, resting his head on top of hers. You understand you've completely melted me, yes?

Carla: You’re standing upright, so not ALL of you has melted. She kicks off her heels and nuzzles against his chest.

Roy: He is determined to make this a night she’ll never forget. One of joy, of gallantry—

Carla: How about we unwrap our…wedding presents? Her fingers untuck shirttails from Roy’s pants so she can caress his sides.

Roy: …gallantry be damned.

Carla: Her hands wander to Roy’s shoulders as she removes his jacket. Carla hums in approval as Roy’s hands travel up her back and slowly undo her dress.

I REALLY despise buttons. Her hands shake as the top three buttons of Roy’s shirt are undone. There is an innate satisfaction in unveiling one another’s skin with their own hands versus using magic—even if their wedding attire consists of the tiniest most cumbersome buttons in existence. Her lips lap Roy’s chest as more skin is exposed. Carla’s wedding dress falls to the ground in a pool of fabric.

Roy: You are exquisite. Beyond exquisite. Heartspell. I love you.

There are more eloquent ways to express these overflowing emotions. But, those are the words that matter.

Carla: Though they’ve come together many times before, this feels different. Her skin is covered in goosebumps as Roy’s fingers trace her curves. His touch is revenant yet burning. When Carla finally gets Roy’s shirt off, she gasps as she’s lifted in his arms. Her legs wrap around his waist, their kisses quickly becoming ravenous. Roy walks to the bed and lowers Carla down, his lips never leaving hers.

Carla’s hands drift to Roy’s waist to take off what remains of his attire. Despite their passionate sounds, Carla can’t help laughing as Roy kicks his shoes off with serious impatience.

And YOU may hate shoes as much as I hate buttons! Even as she laughs, her lips seek Roy’s body vigorously.

Roy: He half laughs, half growls in impatience. His hands finally remove the few articles of clothing clinging to their bodies.

Believe me, you’re well worth the effort of unraveling, dear wife. Roy groans as their lips devour each other, caressing said and unsaid desires.

Carla: Her fingers dig into his rose gold locks. Oh God Roy…

Roy: He moans at her touch, her body, her heart—it is pure heaven. His hands travel up her thighs, tracing every inch, seeking her heat.

Carla: This…this is a problem. She murmurs softly against his lips and neck. I want this moment to continue, but your fingers…oh, just like THAT.

Carla’s fingers dig into his shoulders as Roy’s fingers concentrate on her most sensitive spot, lightly at first and then encircling intently.

Roy: He laughs softly as she murmurs against him. Roy’s touches become all-consuming, her reactions driving him wild.

Just like this…yes? Roy feigns his questioning tone. He knows Carla loves it.

Carla: Her legs quiver from the sensations of Roy’s fingers in her. Carla feels rather than sees Roy smirk as his head is buried against her neck.

Roy, I…her eyes close as she becomes undone by his touch.

Roy: You already need me this much? He grins at her body’s quivering, the lurid wet sound of his fingers loving her. While he wants to savor his Carla, the wanton desire on her lips fuels a need to make her delirious with pleasure. Roy continues to twirl and pump his fingers the way she enjoys it until he brings Carla to her peak.

Carla: Her body convulses against Roy, her mind going blank. Carla clinches his shoulders and cries his name, lips pressed against the top of his head. Her body sinks in the bedsheets in the aftermath.

Roy…though her limbs still shake, Carla pulls Roy closer to her. She should not be the only one delighted this night. Plus, Carla wants to replace the slightly smug look on Roy’s face with another expression. She whispers in his ear.

Your turn. Her hands slide towards Roy’s waist, tracing light circles on his hips and upper thighs.

Roy: He groans softly in anticipation, his mind clouding as Carla pulls him closer. Roy’s breath is shallow and short, Carla’s fingers sending his body into overdrive.

Carla: I’m not the only one in need it seems. Carla purrs against his skin. One arm encircles Roy’s waist while the other tantalizes his length. Her lips press a wet trail across his upper chest and neck.

Just like this…yes? Carla mimics Roy’s previous teasing tone. Her face is flushed, but seeing Roy slowly come apart is an absolute treat. Her tongue swirls on his chest as her hand moves faster on him.

Roy: He groans as Carla’s tongue and fingers perform wonders. Carla’s name falls from his lips, as if it’s the only thing he can utter. Roy is certain his heart will explode from Carla’s ministrations. His hands clinch the bedsheets, his vocalizations intensifying.

Carla: And now to test how soundproof our chambers are.

She nips his neck, stroking him faster still until he comes undone. Carla takes her other hand and glides her fingertips across his whitening knuckles until they relax into her touch. Light kisses now cover bite marks in soothing pecks as Roy recovers.

Roy: Her actions send him to a point where he doesn’t care if the whole Castle hears him. His voice cries out and his body shakes and slumps. A towel is magically summoned to their bed.

It appears we both need this, Heartspell. Roy chuckles ruefully, wiping their bodies as he catches his breath. Carla rests her head on his chest. A smile spreads across her face when Roy drops a kiss on her forehead.

Carla: It appears so.

Carla breathes in a mingled scent of sweat and roses—Roy always smells sweet Carla thinks. She drapes an arm across his torso and lets a comfortable silence remain between them before speaking.

I said you were handsome in your suit Roy. But I prefer what you wear now. Carla can’t see Roy’s face from her position, but she can easily imagine his cheeks turning pink.

Roy: Is that so? Even when I am all...sweaty like this?

Carla: Yes. It’s you in your most natural state—no political trappings, no formal words, no masks. Just you and your heart exposed. Her speech is a bit sentimental so she tacks on an addendum. And no one else gets to see your pretty body and reactions but me. I rather like that.

Roy: He responds back in a teasing tone. You just had the best view then, did you not?

Carla: Carla buries her head against Roy’s chest and laughs heartily. Cheeky man.

Roy: I can never resist teasing my gorgeous wife.

Carla: You couldn’t resist teasing when I was your consort or fiancé, you know.

Roy: Well, you make it so easy. How am I supposed to ignore teasing someone as beautiful as you?

Carla: Carla sits up, looking down at Roy in mock indignation. Oh, so it’s MY fault?

Roy: Of course it is. Who else's could it be?

Carla: Perhaps, JUST PERHAPS, the rascal prince I’ve married!

She throws a pillow in Roy’s direction, but then notices rose petals on it. She scans her surroundings and sees the bed and most of the carpet sprinkled with rose petals, the room cast in a golden light from numerous candles.

Roy… Carla gestures to candles and roses. You sweet man…. Her cheeks turn pink.

Roy: His eyes catch Carla’s glances at the room. It’s a cute reaction he’s compelled to play with. Roy sits up, grabs another pillow, and tosses it towards Carla. Oh, did you just notice the candles and flowers?

Carla: YES! She deflects the pillow.

Roy: You can thank Nica for supplying the petals. A much better use of them I dare say. Roy smirks and tucks a strand of hair behind Carla’s ear. Too bad you didn’t see them until now. Were you distracted?

Carla: I was as distracted as YOU were! Or were our moans not indicative of this?

Roy: You do inspire quite the response from me. His fingers caress the back of Carla’s neck. And here I thought I was a good, quiet boy.

Carla: HA! She launches herself so Roy’s on his back and she’s lying on top of him. You’re good in another context though…

Roy: And what context is that?

Carla: The “your wife wants to pounce you” context. Carla straddles Roy’s hips enticingly and presses her lips to his.

Roy: Her playful desire envelopes Roy. Their kisses grow intense, thorough, and ravenous. They crave without hesitation or restraint. Roy twines his fingers in Carla’s hair and uses momentum to flip their positions. His hips move against hers, entering her in one smooth powerful stroke. They gasp at the instant fireworks unleashed.

Carla: She is mesmerized—his lips, his touch, the way he yearns for more intimacy, the blaze of Roy’s golden eyes as they give into the moment of being husband and wife in every sense of the word.

Roy…Carla hopes he can feel the passion she has for him. More.

Roy: Roy calls out to her, eyes aflame, skin on fire. He presses further into her, their rhythm increasing rapidly.

Feel me. With all that I am.

Lips devour, seeking her everything—her cries, her sighs, the words she tries to express. Roy tries slowing their pace to prolong the moment, but it’s no use. Carla matches his pace, digging her fingers against his back as the pounding pressure crescendos. Roy encircles one arm under Carla’s waist and tips her slightly upwards, pressing further until they hurdle over the edge together, their voices crying out.

Carla: She feels Roy collapse on her shoulder. They roll onto their sides, clinging to one another. Carla maneuvers her position slightly. She closes her eyes and slowly massages Roy’s scalp, his head resting between her breasts.

Ahhh, so this is what happens when we pounce each other.

Roy: Yes, and your claws are truly sharp.

Carla: What would people say if they knew WHY their prince was so tired now? Her words are soft.

Roy: He murmurs. They would understand it was due to our constant pouncing. Very constant.

Carla: Carla yawns, her fingers slowing to a stop.

Roy: Roy moves back upwards, gathering Carla in his arms. Rest up Heartspell. There’s still the rest of the honeymoon to enjoy. He runs his fingers through her hair, savoring her presence, until they both succumb to slumber.

[leander-simp]

Sweet or Spicy?(18+)

A/n: This might have some few errors as I am translating this the best I can from Japanese to English. I also took a little inspiration from @bitchkay 's nsfw headcanons.

Summary: your date with Lou takes a twist when you suggest a method on how to find out whether he likes spicy or sweets.

Tw: Smut, Food play(do not try in future when near genitals), Praising, Dacryphilla, and slight degradation.

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Two figures sitting down in a meadow, laugh as they ate the sweets and what not, that they had bought earlier.

"So Lou, which one do you like more? Sweet or Spicy?" MC asked as she watched Lou slurp a syrup-like liquid filled tube.

"I am uncertain as I find these delicious equally." Lou replied as he glanced at all of the food, they had bought. "Maybe if I continue eating them, I'll learn which one I prefer."

MC smiled. "I know of another way for you to learn that." She said while winking at Lou.

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"Ahh~" MC let out as she felt Lou's tongue glide across her flesh, licking up the warm, spiced syrup that was smeared on her flustered skin.

Her hand was gripping Lou's shoulder while the other was gripping the edge of Lou's desk beneath her. "This was not what I meant earlier but, I can't com- Complain." She panted as she felt him slightly sucking on her flesh as he licked down her body.

Lou stopped at her belly and chuckled before getting up and reached for a bottle of spiced syrup. Opening it, he held it over Mc's body before he squeezed it, letting the syrup pour down onto Mc's belly. He stopped after a small pool of spiced syrup was resting on Mc's belly.

Putting away the bottle, he leaned down and licked at the pool while his index finger came to the pool of syrup, coating it in warm syrup before sliding down her belly to her pussy and began teasing her clit.

Mc's back slightly arched at the contact upon her clit as she moaned.

"By the creator, Lou. That feels so good. Your fingers feel so good and warm." She praised, squeezing her eyes tight due to the pleasure being inflicted upon her while her thighs squeezed together, trapping Lou's hand between her thighs.

Lou licked up the last bit of syrup on Mc's belly, as his middle finger joined his index, increasing the pleasure.

"Mm, you taste delicious, my love." Lou hummed as he lifted his head up, looking up at Mc's face, watching her reaction to his fingers on her clit.

"Perhaps, I should add another?" He added as his ring finger joined the two fingers, teasing her clit.

Using his other hand, he pushed on her thighs, pulling them apart, allowing him to rest himself in-between them. He took his hand away from her clit, watching as Mc's eyes flew open from the absence of his fingers.

He smirked as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the syrup covered digits, licking away the spiced syrup while looking at Mc with lust in his eyes.

"Lou, please." Mc begged as she rocked her hips against Lou's, causing him to moan at the friction.

He groaned as he leaned down, capturing her lips with his. She replied eagerly by kissing back as one of her hands cupped the back of his neck while the other slid down his body to the hem of his pants. Tugging at the hem, she slightly pushed down his pants enough for his erect cock to pop out of its confinements.

His cock twitched at the sudden feel of cold air. Lou chuckled at Mc's eagerness before pulling away from the kiss. Mc whined as she leaned up for another kiss. Lou saw this and leaned down giving Mc a tender kiss.

Mc moaned as she tasted the spiced honey lingering on his soft, warm lips and tongue as she felt Lou poke his tongue into her mouth.

Her unoccupied hand reached down and grasped Lou's cock, gently stroking it as his and her mouth moved together in unison.

A whimper made its way out of Lou as he felt her hand stroking his erect cock, his eyes squeezed shut in bliss as he felt waves of pleasure roar inside. The closer that he got to his release, the harsh and plentiful the waves of pleasure roared.

He pulled away from the heated kiss, taking a breath as his eyes were glossy from immense pleasure, allowing small tears of pleasure to roll down his cheeks as he felt himself near his end.

"My love." He moaned softly as his hands gripped Mc's waist tightly.

His eyes flew open as he let out a small whine when Mc pulled her hand away from his cock.

"Not yet, Lou. I want you to cum inside of me." Mc whispered as she smiled up at the mess of a man above her. Lou groaned but nodded.

Aligning his cock with her wet folds, he slowly slid in, moaning and whining as he did so. He slid all the way in until the hilt was buried inside.

The pair both stayed still in that position, catching their breaths. Lou began to pull out until only the tip was inside before slamming his cock back in. Repeating this motion, mewls, moans, whimpers and gasps flowed out of Mc's mouth as she threw her head back.

Moans, groans, whimpers and whines flew out Lou's mouth in unison with Mc's. "By the creator, Lou, you feel so fucking good." Mc moaned as her hands flew to the edges of the desk, gripping them as she felt the desk creak and groan at the roughness behind Lou's thrusts.

Lou only whined in response as more tears of pleasure rolled down his cheeks. Mc chuckled as she saw the tears on Lou's cheeks.

"Mmm. You like it when I praise you, don't you? You look like a whore being fucked dumb with those tears, Lou." Mc said as she leaned up and pulled Lou into a heated kiss.

Drool escaped Lou's mouth as he kissed back with eagerness and dripped down his chin. His eyes squeezed shut as he felt Mc reach up with one of her hands and pushed his bangs away, revealing his other eye.

Mc pulled away from the heated kiss as she chuckled. "Don't close your eyes, Lou. I want to see your gorgeous eyes." Mc cooed as she felt Lou's thrusts speed up from the praise.

His eyes opened, one blue and one white staring at her face as small tears continued to weld up in them. Mc smiled as Lou shyly looked down to where they both were connected. He moaned as he saw her pussy take in his cock greedily while it coated his cock with slick.

"Oh, fuck! I think I'm close. How about you, my love?" Lou asked as he sped up, trying to near his end. "Mhm, I'm close too. By the creator, cum in me. Fill me up with your seed, Lou." Mc moaned as she began to thrust back, also trying to near her end with Lou.

The pair both went silent as they heard a knock at the door. They both cursed under their but Lou continued thrusting as he placed one of his hands over Mc's mouth, to silence her.

"Who is it?" Lou asked as he stared at Mc as she struggled to keep her noises in, hence why he placed his hand over her mouth.

"It's Guy. I was wondering if you knew about the whereabouts of Mc, she missed some of her lectures today."

Lou smirked as he felt Mc's pussy clench around his cock in arousal. He leaned in close to Mc's ear. "Mmm, the way you clenched around me, does that mean that you like the idea of us getting caught, don't you? " Lou whispered causing Mc to let out a small whine before Lou pulled away. "You need not worry, she had been feeling sick as of late so she retired to her chambers early." He called out.

The pair heard a slight scoff from behind the door, indicating that Guy didn't believe the lie. "Are you sure?"

Mc let out a small moan as she suddenly felt her end come upon her. She wrapped her legs around Lou's waist tightly as she came on his cock. Lou let out a quiet groan as he came inside of her a second later, as he felt her pussy clench his cock in place as it milked his cock of his seed. Lou scoffed slightly at Guy's question. "Yes I am sure, now leave and go back to your lectures." Lou huffed as he hid his face in Mc's flushed neck.

The pair both heard Guy scoffed again before walking away. They waited until they could no longer hear Guy's footsteps before they both let out a sigh.

Taking his hand off of Mc's mouth, he wrapped his arms around her form tightly, allowing her to catch her breath as her pussy let go of his cock.

"We should definitely do this again." Lou said as he let out a soft chuckle. Mc laughed. "I'm definitely up for that."

Mc whined when she felt Lou pull his cock out of her, allowing a few drops of his cum to seep out of her hole. "Let's go get you cleaned up." Lou smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead as he picked her up from his desk.

[bitchkay]

"Whatchu doin' wit all dat ass lemme touch it🍑"

CoD characters giving backshots😈 Pt. 1

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

Sex headcanons/scenarios.

What else do you even know me for? I'm either writing sickly sweet fluff to the point of a toothache or the dirtiest raunchiest smut you ever read and if it's neither of those its outta pocket and unserious. How long's it been since I posted an actual list of headcanons so be grateful🙄✋🏽/hj

*random order*

First of all

Guy's a hair puller-- you did not hear that shit from me😶😶

Guy doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself I think he should do back to kindergarten--

Bro is banging you like BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH BAH--

Watching the ripple of ya ass cheeks upon contact

The recoil on that thing😳

Guy is PRESSING your back into an arch like bro it can only go so far what you tryna do crack my spine--

Yes.

Guy is 100% blowing your back out like hes trying to break your back.

Don't even think about running from it cus that man is pulling you right back on the dick

If yall clapping cheeks but yall not clapping cheeks you not really clapping cheeks

You gripped the sheets below you until your knuckles turned white

Guy kneeled behind you, hands pressed firmly against the curve of your back as he fucked into you at a fixed pace. The sound of your sex echoed off the walls as your skin clapped together at a fast rythm. Your body bounced forward with every hard thrust of his hips; your surprised the headboard wasn't slamming against the wall

"Mmph--!! Slow- slow down!" You cried out throwing your head back.

This was entirely too much all at one time. Although you didn't expect anything less from Guy.

Your arms reached forward almost attempting to pull your body away unsure if craved more or had enough. Your attempt proved futile as Guy yanked you back onto him, gripping you one hand on your waist the other ankored on your shoulder.

"Come back here."

With your back in a deep arch he pulled you back into his thrusts as he tugged your body up, tipping your chin back to kiss your lips upside down with a gentleness that contradicted the rough assault on your pussy.

"Too... too much... can't take it.." your breathing laboured and your eyes glossy and wet. You can't count how many times you've cum already tonight.

"Yes you can. I know you can." Guy pecked your lips one more time before pining you to the bed picking up an unrelenting pace slamming into you with more energy than before.

You moaned loudly feeling that familiar feeling inside your pussy as you felt Guy pull and push inside you. The fat of your ass cheeks rippled upon contact, his balls slapping your clit; you felt so sensitive feeling every detail of Guys cock against your walls.

"You asked for this so take it."

Rio sees the curve of your back, the very arch of your spine

and his eyes roll back--

Bro thinks he died and went to heaven

Just the sight of you face down ass up he felt his cock twitch

Rio always seems to deal with this inner turmoil in his mind when you get intimate

"I wanna ruin them😳" "I wanna love them😚" "I don't wanna hurt them🥺" "But they're so sexy😳" "they deserve to be cherished🥰" "I wanna see them absolutely mindless with pleasure at my hand👁👁" "Stop, I need to be gentle with them😥" "I'm at my limit😶"

He's always torn between making sweet love to your body and fucking like mating rabbits

His brain short circuits when you throw it back on him.

What ever happens next is between him and god now, he's out

He apologizes in advance for what he's about to do and promises to give you a back massage and indulge in a warm bath when he's done cus he's about to be really fucking you now

You have the sexiest back he's ever seen.

Rio is so painfully hard at this point. The way your back arches beautifully and the way your plump ass cheeks bounce off his lower stomach as you grind on him needily. He's not thinking straight anymore.

He let you do your own thing for the last little while and fuck yourself on his cock. He couldn't get enough of you. Suddenly he found his hands on you ass cheeks kneading your thick flesh in his big hands.

"... Rio?"

"Forgive me."

"Forgive you? What are you apologizing for-- Mmm!!"

As if on cue you felt the full length of Rios dick roughly fuck into you. You felt it twitch inside you as it kissed your cervix, reaching your deepest spots.

"Ohh... fuck..." you gripped the sheets beneath you as you felt the familiar drag of his cock as he pulled out, thrusting back in with as much ferocity.

"Urg..." Rio hung his head, moaning out as he repeated the action, already loosing himself to the feeling. "Dear creator..."

You moaned as he tugged you back into his thrusts, your body squirming beneath him. Moaning his name as he fucked you, the lewd wet sound of your bodies clapping echoing off the walls.

"Oh my-- oh my god! Rio!" You moaned loudly wanting to bury you face in the pillows.

"Ah... oh... you're to- you're too good--!" Rio moaned fucking into you, your pussy gripped him like a vice, it was hard not to get addicted when you're always so warm, wet and... tight.

Your brain was turning to mush. You couldn't help but cum on his dick, your overstimulated body shuttering as Rio pushed you over the edge.

"Ah... that's... you're so pretty... so pretty when you finish..." Rios hands ran up and down your back softly as he sped up his pace. "More... need more"

Toa would much rather see your face but shit he like this😈

I feel like Toa like switching positions a bit

Like I said he would much rather look at your face but a little booty never hurt no one😋

Toa is one that's always holding you around your waist

Enjoying the hot drag of his cock between your folds before he needs to feel his skin against yours

He'd lean over you and pull you up so your back is against his chest, arm draped around your middle, the other anchored on the head board as he fucks you from behind

The skin to skin contact makes it 10× better

You both ignore the way sweat sticks to your skin as Toa kisses your shoulders praising your sweet body

Don't expect him to let up anytime soon

"Ahh..."

You moan hotly as Toa fills you up, your back flush to his chest. He hushes you as he kisses the side of your face, holding you around your middle reassuring you.

"Shh... you're doing so well pretty... so good..." Toa kisses your ear as he buries himself inside you, his pelvis flushed to your ass.

He thrusted in with such purpose if he wasn't holding you up you're sure you would've fallen face first into the pillows. Toa with one hand gripping the headboard, fucked into you kissing the back of your neck trailing kisses down your back as your moans rung throughout the room.

Good thing he used that soundproofing spell.

"Hah ahh... fuck... Toa, please..." your head hung as your back arched feeling a trail of drool rim your lips. You didn't even know what you were begging for but you know you need more of him.

"Yes..." Toa picked up your head with the arm that was wrapped around your middle, turning your head to kiss your lips, licking up the drool before it fell.

His pace increased; with your body now ankored from your chin your back arched deeper making him feel like he was in your stomach.

"Ah-! Oh my--!" One of your hands went up to cup his cheek pulling him to your lips needing to occupy your mouth muffling your moans.

Toa kissed you back, his tongue exploring your mouth groaning as he felt your pussy clench around the length of his cock.

"Mmm... that feel good?" He panted in your mouth, his arm going back around your waist pulling your body right up against him.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Toa! Please... more.."

"More? How could I ever say no to you~♡"

This man is a freak.

Bro also dosen't know how to keep his hands to himself like they always on the move, like stay in one place boy!

Roy will truely make you crazy the way he has you like this

He's holding your waist, holding your hips, he's kneading the thick of your ass in his hands while he goes at it with you

Bro is holding your thighs too his hands are everywhere!!

If its permissible his hands are in your hair too and he's not opposed to tugging on it a little bit

wraps a hand around your neck to pull you back for a kiss--

Will hold you flush against his chest with one hand around your neck and the other on your clit while he coos in your ear--

He's gently pressing your back into an arch with one hand, holding and kneading one of your ass cheeks with the other while watching himself disappear inside you

And he's moaning too

Like bro is moaning

Saying shit like how good he feels, how good you feel, how pretty he thinks you are

Bro won't shut the fuck up💀

And he loves when you look back at him😩

But dont get it twisted you a freak too

"Ohhh~ right there baby~ right there~~"

You threw your head back, letting out a pornographic moan, your back arching as you moved your hips back against him.

"Mmm... creator..." Roy groaned as he felt you tighten arround him, his hands situated on the meat of your ass, pulling you back into him.

You felt heavenly, he could barely contain himself. Your pussy hugged his cock like a sleeve, pulling him back in every time he pulled back. You were so slippery... so warm... tight. Roy could drown.

"You feel so good Heartspell... taking me so well~"

He thrusted forward savoring your wetness as you dripped down his shaft, the wet clap of his hips meeting your ass sounded delightfully filthy as he sped up almost as if he was looking to peirce your heart with his sex.

"Oh~hh mmm... Roy... so good..." you slurred gripping the sheets below as your pressed back against him meeting his thrusts. Your delirious moans echoed throughout the room as your pussy made the most wet obscene noises.

"Oh you're so wet~ 'love me so much don't you?~" Roy caressed your thighs up and down as he lengthened his thrusts pulling almost all the way out before pushing to the hilt in a fluid motion.

"Ah-! Yes...! Yes, I love you so much! S'good to me..."

"Yes I am~ Winsome thing you are~"

His praises punctuated with a long deep thrust, shaking your body forward with each movement. It was hard to describe your pussy as anything if not soaking wet. You coated Roy's hard cock in your sticky translucent fluid making it easy to slip in and out of your lurid pussy.

"Oh... you're so good Heartspell~ I'm making you feel good?~" his eager thrusts grew erratic, holding your waist as he deep dicked you into the mattress.

In his pursuit his cock accidentally slipped out of your pussy, rubbing through your folds against your clit in attempt to slip back in inside dick dripping in your essence.

"Oops i--"

You reached back grabbing his dick as it slipped out stroking it as you teased your folds pushing it back in. You turned your head back, looking Roy in his golden yellow eyes blown out by lust as you fuck yourself back on him, slowly, almost teasingly.

"We're... we're not finished... I haven't gotten my fill of this dick yet...~

Oh you definitely have his heart under a spell alright.

Lynt can be insatiable sometimes however👀

Lynt will drive you CRAZY the way he stroking you

Lynt is truly making love to your body man

Slow purposeful strokes as he enjoys your body knowing your just aching beneath him

It's like you're both under a spell, stuck in a trance as you moan in sync

He's holding and kneading and touching on the thick softness of your ass cheeks while he do it

The way Lynt slowly thrusts is delicious, you're clawing at the sheets below you

This can go on for hours and you still can't get enough

"Mmm~ fuck!"

You gripped the pillow tightly, your brain turning to mush off of the slow drag of Lynts cock in your pussy. The man gripped the thick of your hips as he pushed into your pillowy wetness.

"You're so warm~..." Lynt sighed as he pulled you into his thrusts, your cunt fluttering around him. "So good~..."

It felt like he was going deeper each thrust, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every drag. You wiggled your hips as you pushed back on him meeting his thrusts, feeling yourself drip down your thighs.

"O-ohh~" Lynts hands moved from their place at you're hips, massaging your back and waist affectionately before going back, holding the sweet fat of your ass.

"Mmm!" You buried your face in the pillow arching your back further as you felt him twitch inside you.

Your cunt pulsed and convulsed hugging Lynts cock so nicely he couldn't help but moan. You left a wet sheen on his shaft, a white ring left at the base of his cock, the sight making him groan; proof he's making you feel good.

"Augh~ ... creator you're amazing~"

Don't let that pretty boy smile fool you this man is a demon!!

Dia is beating your back in.

Your face is buried in the pillows while the wet slap of your sex echos throughout the room

He loves the sound it makes, proof of the intensity of your fucking

Dia will lean over your back, one hand on your waist and kiss your back spewing a mixture of filthy words and praises all while hitting you from behind.

*moans loudly*

He's gently holding your back in it's pretty arch as he goes at you like he has no intention of stopping

Arms wrapped around you like he loves whispering sweet nothings in your ear while he fuck you from behind like youd done something to personally offend him.

Let's not forget hes handsy too

Kneeled behind you, Dia holds your hips steady as you ease back on him, impaling yourself on his cock.

"That's it... don't hurt yourself~" he caressed your waist and thighs as you pushed down all the way until your thighs were flush. "I'm fully inside lovesong~"

He kisses the back of your neck, wrapping his arms around your middle letting his hands wonder your naked skin.

"Dia..." you sigh his name, calling out as his hands cup your breasts paying them attention

"Yes? Something wrong?" He says teasingly, knowing exactly what it is you want.

You move your hips, a needy whine leaving your lips at the stimulation. If the way your pussy gripped him was any indication, you were wildly horny.

"Why don't you tell me? Say it outloud." You're reactions fueled him, your embarrassed face was adorable to him.

"Give it to me... please move."

"So demanding~" he cooed "Not that I mind~"

Dia held you firmly by the waist looking down the curve of your back, his eyes moving towards the fat of your ass, one hand moving to grip it moving it around to watch the flesh jiggle around his palm.

"You needn't do a thing, lovesong♡. Hold fast for me."

Even with his warning fresh in your mind, nothing could've prepared your for the absolutely mind fuck that followed.

"Fuck! Ah--!"

One hard thrust sent you falling face first into the sheets a loud moan crawling up your throat. It felt like he had your g spot on a target hitting the bullseye with perfect aim. You instantly felt yourself get wetter and your moans increasingly growing in volume like his dick hit the shut off switch to your brain, reduced to your baser instincts.

"Ah! Ah! Mmmm..." you buried your face in the pillows, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

You writhed beneath him, unconsciously fucking back on him meeting his thrusts, moaning out profanities and moans of pleasure.

"Relax love... relax..." Dia caressed your back soothingly cooing sweet words in contrast with his hard pace.

"Mmmm... Dia..." you moaned out his name turning your head, wanting to see his face.

"Yes love song... you feeling good? You can tell me if it's too much," Dia leaned over, kissing your shoulder before kissing your cheek lovingly.

"More..." you whispered, whining as his pase slowed.

"More?"

"Need you... wanna be filled with you... with everything you have to give... keep going please~"

A fan favorite this one

Fenn also likes switching positions a bunch cus duh

But hes still gon beat your back in

He really feels like he can do whatever he wants like this

Like he can start banging you real rough, shoving your face into the pillows and you can't do nothing about it

Or he cann go at it real slow and sensual, massaging your back, shoulders and ass cheeks while praising you on your pretty arched back

If you tell him to stop he will in a heartbeat so he can and will go crazy if you let him

If you throw it back on him he'll freeze

You just threw him in a loop hold on let the man regain his composure

He'll let you do your thing like yes fuck him back

But even still hes still like👁👁

Gets a lil possessive when he deep in it lowkey

Eyes glued to your ass cheeks

Bro is in love💀

You lasted longer then when you're riding him that's for sure

"Yes... just like that treasure..."

Gripping the edge of the mattress you eased back on him moaning as he reached your deepest spots. Fenns dick curved just right to have you writhing beneath him almost wishing it can pierce you through.

"Mmh..." you ducked your head into the pillow muffling your sounds as you wriggled your bum desiring more friction.

Fenn caressed your sides, rubbing your back from your shoulder blades to the soft mounds of your ass. He was in a lovey mood today, and as much as he loves to see you're face as you fall apart, he couldn't deny he liked the view.

With a deep thrust forward Fenn watched as your ass bounced off his hips.

"Ah-!"

"So pretty... You're really pretty." Yup he was pussy whipped.

No, more than that, he was enamored with you and your tight cunt.

You fucked back on him meeting his thrusts, gripping the sheets as you both chased your climax

"Auhh... s'deep..." the curve of Fenns dick was so delicious you couldn't help but want more. With a slight leftward curve combined with him fucking you on an angle it left like he hit your g-spot with every thrust with pin point precision.

"You're so wet treasure... so nice and messy for me.~ Does it feel that good love?"

"Yes! God yes!"

First of all Lance eats your ass first

Licking it from the back strong grip on your thighs as you put it in his face

Gotta make sure you ready for him after all🥴🥴

*moans loudly*

One of his favorite positions😈

Especially when you get into it like😩

Fuck

He got his hands all over you, holding your waist as he pulls you back into his thrusts

Kneading your ass cheeks watching himself disappear inside you

Don't you dare hide your moans, he wants to hear you

Yeah moan extra loud just for him

He looses it when you fuck him back, the sound of cheeks clapping bouncing off the walls

Leans over to kiss your back spewing declarations of love before getting back to it

Banging your back in the way you deserve

Worshipping your backside as it should be

"Oh my god!"

With a tight grip on the edge of the bed you threw your head back, a loud moan flying out of your lips. Lance leaned over kissing your shoulders as he pulled you back into his thrusts.

His wild pace almost made it hard to breathe as your ass bounced off his lower abdomen. Both your bodies were slick with sweat as you fucked, the bed groaning under your weight.

"Yeah~ that's it~♡" Lance said through gritted teeth kneading the fat of your ass as he speared you on his cock enjoying the sight of you beneath him loosing your mind at his hand. A ring of white gathered at the base of his cock with every thrust, your thick fuck cream making this even more filthy.

"Mm mm mmm!!" You bit your lips moaning as you subconsciously fucked back against him chasing the pleasure. "Ahh!"

"So good~ moan more. I want to hear you."

"Ahh!" You nearly pulled the sheets off the bed in your iron grip tossing your head back again, your back in a perfect arch as you moan loudly, any regard for your volume thrown out the window. "Yes yes yes!!"

Lance leaned into your exposed shoulder again nibbling on the skin, not slowing his pace as the sound of your sex echoed off the walls.

"Mmm... always responding so beautifully to me~"

You could barely form a coherent reply. Using one hand to reach back, you grabbed around for him until you found his arm. Lance taking the hint curved his hand around yours, lacing your fingers together, then pinning your hands to the bed as he sped up his pace.

"Oh- oh fuck! Mmm!!" You squeezed his hand as your body nearly jumped forward, your free hand scratching the bed. "Lance~♡... I'm so... mmm shit... I'm so happy... keep loving me... keep loving me~♡"

"Oh love~...how you entice me... I'll give you what you want~♡"

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[sasukeuchiha-24]

Clã uchiha

[sasuke-naruto]

Naruto & Sasuke ❤️

[narutouzumaki-25]

Naruto, Kakashi and Minato

[voltage-vixen]

A Royal Welcome Home (NSFW)

Fandom: Court of Darkness (Voltage)

Pairing: Roy Invidia x f!MC

Warnings: NSFW, Pregnancy, Doggy style, Vaginal sex

An entry for @voltagefandomproject!

“Roy, you’ve returned home! Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love!”

Setting down the glass of juice Grayson prepared onto the table in sentiment of her husband’s return, MC waddled across the room to welcome her husband home. Glancing down at the swell of her ever-growing baby bump, MC rubbed her hands on her bump and admired their child that they would soon be welcoming into the world. 

“How I’ve missed you vastly, my dearest” Roy confessed, crouching down to allow MC to latch onto the sleeves of his shirt. “Perhaps one could be ever so kind to acknowledge me with a ki-?”

Roy's words were stolen when MC pulled his head down and collided with their lips. Her fingers curled around the locks of his hair, as she sucked hard on the bottom arch of his lip. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach with each passing kiss, and her growing urgency tingled between her thighs. His kissing always left MC dreaming of more, and this moment was no exception. She loved this man and his kisses so much, it was never a great feat for MC to melt in the palm of his hands. MC was always hot for Roy, but the pregnancy hormones only served to enhance the pheromones excreting from her body.

With the buckling of her knees, MC tugged Roy towards their bed. Lips never breaking apart, the couple danced around the furniture in the room until they had reached the destination. A smirk flashed across MC’s face when she felt Roy’s excitement press against her leg. She felt her own readiness dampening her underwear, their desires indicating they were throbbing for each other.

“My love, are you certain this is alright?” Roy gritted his teeth, his mind desperately attempting to rationalize what his body was refusing to. “The last thing I would ever want to do is ever harm you or the baby.”

“You won’t.”

The words of assurance rang in his ear, enchanting the fire scorching within him. As if under a trance, Roy’s fingers were drawn to the buttons on MC’s blouse. Nimble movements made hast of her clothing; the garments pooling down onto the carpet by their feet. Bare and exposed, MC shivered when the chill of the air grazed at her skin. Her body burned when Roy started to strip away at his clothing. His consciousness of health contributed to the defined muscles rippling on display before her. She ached to feel him inside of her. Longing to be enjoined as one, MC spun around to climb onto the bed. Settling herself on all fours, she spread her legs apart and wiggled her ass in a fit of impatience while waiting for the pleasure of heat that was about to consume her.

“Someone’s impatient,” Roy chuckled, placing his hands on the curves of the woman’s waist. “Again, are you sure about this?”

“Touch me, Roy,” MC begged, arching her back to press against the man she was pining for. “Tell me how wet I am. How else can I convince you at this point?”

Roy growled when a slight brush of her opening left his fingers dripping. Convinced MC was fully ready and not wanting to deny his pregnant wife any longer, he nuzzled his chin across the lower stretch of her back and teasingly nipped playful love marks before rolling his hips to press into her awaiting arousal.

“Gods, does that feel phenomenal,” MC breathed, gasping short breaths of air while Roy stretched her walls. “Fuck me, Roy. Fuck me right now!”

“As you wish, my dear,” Roy groaned, forcing his response out since his words were replaced with incoherent grunts when he increased the tempo of his thrusting.

“Ngh!” MC cried, her core trembling from the bliss of his cock intruding beyond the velvet of her glistened folds.

Her nails dug into the mattress and she clutched the sheets to hold on for dear life as Roy crashed into her. Each stroke of movement was languid, sensuous, and so damn steamy. MC’s heavy breasts swayed in tune with Roy’s seasoned movements, and beads of perspiration trickled down the bump of her swollen belly. Passionate moans resonated throughout the room, intermixed with the sound of skin slapping together. Every time MC cried out, Roy’s cock twitched; the friction caused her to cry out even more. The welcomed stimulation no sooner induced an explosion of heat, drawing her coils to intensely bind, forcing MC to squirm on top of the bed as she rode out her high.

Roy pulled his cock from MC’s opening, uttering a deep huff as he collapsed down next to MC. Concerned that he may have gone too hard, he scooped MC up and fastened her into the warmth of his embrace.

“Roy!” she shrieked, startled by the change of position when he settled her onto his lap. “Be careful you don’t hurt yourself! I’m not exactly sitting at my normal weight these days!”

“Your weight will never prevent me from holding you, MC,” Roy consoled, his fingers soothingly brushing the part of her bangs to the side of her face. “I assure you, nothing will ever come between us.”

Staying true to his affirmation, Roy held MC closer to this chest. She was sitting sideways on him, and leaned in to wrap her arms around his neck. Roy reached down to rub her stomach, soaking in each one of her affection coos. Roy was her rock-he made her feel safe, and loved, and oh so very warm on the inside and out.

“May I be selfish and instill a request onto you, as my husband?” 

Ears perking up and on high alert, Roy turned her chin so their gazes locked. They were in such a close vicinity, MC’s blinking eyelashes brushed Roy’s nose. His hot breath tickled her face, eliciting adorable giggles from her.

“Ask me for the world, and I shall find a way to obtain it,” his declaration fierce. Roy’s lips inched to catch MC’s with his own, allowing him to seal his vow with a kiss. “Tell me it is what you wish for.” MC’s lips curled upwards into a faint smile, and she pressed her forehead against his.

“Kiss me again,” she whispered in between planting small kisses all over his face. And again, and again….., and again.”

Roy happily obliged, sinking into a kiss that intensified in passion. Sure to be cautious of MC’s bump, Roy sunk back down onto the mattress and pulled her down with him.

Limbs entangled, bodies flushed, and intertwined physically, the stars twinkling in the nighttime sky through the open window glimmering in the background as Roy fulfilled each of MC’s whims long into the eve of the night.

[otomefoxystar]

Consequences of a Secret

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing : Eisuke X (female) MC

Genre: fluff and a bit of angst

Eisuke was not a patient man, but he had been patient with _ _ _. She would turn away from him whenever he tried to heat things up. He started to question if she wanted to be with him at all. He was frustrated and confused, and he was finding it harder and harder to keep his sexual appetite at bay. Sometimes, even during the day, he would have to escape to the bathroom ‘to take care of himself.’ Of course, he would never be unfaithful, but something had to give.

He had had enough. He desired her and wanted to make her entirely his. He took the whole day off to pull out all the stops. Eisuke wasn’t a particularly romantic man, but maybe she just needed the extra nudge. He had the staff set up a perfect aura to make the night perfect, with candlelight illuminating the whole suite, roses scattered across the floor, a wine bottle chilled in ice, chocolate hearts on the nightstands, and a subtle rose incense aroma filling the air.

Eisuke had a pale blue dress delivered to her room, along with some silver heels. Dressed up to the nine’s, she waited for him outside the tres spades. When his limo pulled up, he stepped out, looking quite dashing himself. Dressed more formally than was normal for him, with cuff links that matched her dress perfectly.

Instead of the driver opening her door, Eisuke took the initiative to do it instead. “What is all this for, Eisuke?” He put his hand on her knee. “There doesn’t need to be a reason to dote on my girlfriend, does there?” She smiled with a slight blush, “I suppose not.”

They enjoyed a lovely meal at a high-end restaurant, enjoying the live jazz band on stage. They made idle talk when finally, with full stomachs, they went to the penthouse. He opened the door and motioned for her to go in first. As soon as she stepped into the room, she was overtaken by everything he had prepared. “With alcohol in both their systems, making them both less nervous.” Eisuke smiled and raised her hand, kissing each of her fingertips seductively.

It quickly became evident what his intentions were, and she tried turning away. Eisuke promptly took note of her conflicted expression and stopped. “What is it this time?” She knew she was evading him, and she could tell he was getting frustrated. She needed to tell him.

“It’s not you, Eisuke.” She spoke, feeling the panic rise within her chest.

“If not me, then what? Because I am at a complete loss.” With a guilty conscience, she looked at him

“I know you are, and I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I take responsibility for that.” He searched her eyes and let her continue

She took a deep breath stealing herself, trying to calm her nerves while he waited for her to explain. “I’ve never been with anyone… in that way.” He looked over her features and could tell how difficult this was for her. “In what way, sexually?” She nodded and looked at the floor, feeling ashamed. He put his fingers under her chin, lifting her head to look at him. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yes,” she was so quiet answering. Eisuke’s frustration evaporated. Feeling the weight lift, his expression softened.

“Why didn’t you just tell me? We could have avoided all of this.” She knit her eyebrows together and looked down. “Yes, I know I should have, but I have no experience, and you, well, you’re you.” He arched an eyebrow. “Are you telling me I’m a slut?” She shook her head. “No, it’s just you’ve been with other people, and I have no idea what I’m doing, and I-” She was rambling, so he started comping his fingers through her hair to soothe her. “You’ll learn. With practice, I don’t mind teaching you. We’ll go slow.” She gave him a surprised look. “You’re willing to do that? It doesn’t bother you?” He shook his head with that signature smirk of his. “No, I find it quite alluring. If anything, it makes my claim over you even stronger.” He eyed her taking in the surprised look on her face.

“Let me ask you a question. Is this what’s been holding you back because you thought your inexperience would bother me?” He entwined their fingers together. “I thought it would scare you away, make you think differently of me.” She breathed, a weight lifted now that the truth was finally out in the open.

He brought their hands up and kissed the top of her hand. He smiled, and she was almost offended. “Why are you smiling?” He kissed her forehead. “Because you told me, even though I could tell it was difficult for you. Don’t keep things from me from now on.”

“I won’t.” She gave him a weak smile, and he kissed her lips tenderly. “I won’t do anything you aren’t ready for; however, we don’t have to have sex to pleasure each other… There are other ways.” Before she could process what he was saying. He lifted her up, cradling her in his arms. Walking into the bedroom, Eisuke closed the door behind him with his foot as they entered. He placed her gently on his bed, her head sinking into the pillow. Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought that this was definitely going to kill her. Eisuke began to undo the straps on her shoes, removing them gently and caressing her ankles sensually.

[chirp-a-chirp]

Rio: *Looks at “romance” book Fenn gave him* Ummm, this book made me feel kinda funny.

Sherry: Oh Rio. Hehe!

Rio: And really stiff.

MC: …has King Aiden had “the talk” with you yet?

Rio: We talked the other day. About the importance of hoes!

Sherry: Pardon?!

Rio: Yeah, we were talking about gardening and the importance of gardening hoes to till dirt properly!

Sherry and MC: …of course.

Fenn: *Waltzes into conversation* And perhaps your overuse of hoes has made you stiff? *Winks*

MC: Not helping Fenn.