#it feels like they walked into a kinky intimate bonding

[witchofthesouls]

In the soul mate au between Miko and Tarn, the incoming Cybertronians would think that Jack Darby is the biggest ho to ever ho.

Ratchet is dying because Jack's mannerisms and ways of affection do remind the medic of the halcyon days with Orion Pax, pre-Megatronus. (Mind you, Ratchet has rose-tinted glasses about those days and feels really nostalgic over Orion's quirks. Even if he had to bail the mech from jail several times and stop him from eating tampered fuel substances.) And he just wants his other colleagues and fellow Autobots to know the real Jack.

Unfortunately, Jack has a tendency to meet all the newcomers in various states of undress, aka without his armor, which is a very shameless state.

Ratchet first walked into a freshly cyberformed!Jack, coming out of the shower with only a towel around his waist because of the nasty amount of sludge in every inch of his frame. Even his armor needed a deep scrubbing. In parts.

Soundwave remet the guy in his swim trunks because he came from relaxing in a geyser.

The first time he met the Justice Division, he was stripped down to sweatpants while Miko was categorizing his opened chassis, including his spark chamber. Miko was practicing the new educational module from Soundwave and Ratchet, and Jack was the willing dummy since they were trying to nail down the differences between baseline Cybertronians and their hybrid status. So not just shameless, but in a highly provocative position as well. Miko and Jack were treated to the sight of stumped D.J.D. members with slaw jaws and choking noises.

So now, mecha are thinking that Jack and Miko have an "understanding." And Tarn's jealous over it.

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Jack breathed as evenly as possible. Body still as Miko carefully traced his new organs, muttering Neocybex under her breath on what each part was called, both in Pit Kaonite and Iaconi medical. Her fingers were blunted, not her usual talons, as she skimmed the connections, musculature, protoform, and circuitry. Jack closed his optics, sinking into a light mediation, and only shivered as those fingers brushed over his new heart.

"How does this feel," Miko questioned as she coaxed the chamber to open. And he allowed it. All three of them had been together for lifetimes, and very little boundaries existed between them at this point.

"Weird," Jack replied as his spark quivered, white light blinding, shadows playing across Miko's curious face and the walls.

"Good weird? Bad weird? Spiritual possession weird? You have to give me something more descriptive." She said with exasperation, teeth glinting in the byplay between light and shadow.

"Dangerous weird." His words hitched, body twitching, vision clouding at the edges, and he forced down the sudden instinct to flee-FLEE into dark corners, to sink into the safety of the furniture shade.

Due to the uplinks between them, Miko immediately applied the medical overrides, and the painted diagnostic sigils flared to life across his limbs, and Jack went limp, tension cut from his body.

Miko frowned. The geared rings in her amber optics turned as she ran calculations, and whatever she was about to say was cut as the closet door opened.

Jack couldn't see them as he was sitting on the couch with his back towards them, but he picked up quite a crowd. All of the individuals choking on air. Wings twitching from the unknown signatures suddenly appearing in his space, and Miko lined her own over his, exuding calm-still-potential allies.

She huffed, amusement and annoyance warred in her field as she quickly pulled off the sigils with a fanciful twirl of her fingers, and they worked together to disconnect their systems from each other. Jack shut closed his chassis, and his innards dispersed once more, spark chamber hiding wherever it was. It was honestly far more difficult for him to drag that specific organ to the open air than his first attempts to blend his new metal frame into living trees. "This isn't what it looks like, old man."

Jack pulled over his shirt to cover his protoform, and turned around, dark and pink wings avoiding each other in familiarity, to see Ratchet running a servo down his face and an assortment of bewildered strangers staring at them through the portal. Even if the Decepticon badges weren't gleaming on a chassis, the tank with the mask shaped as the very Decepticon logo was a dead given away of their allegiance.

:: Soundwave does it better. He got the extra creep factor without the eye holes. :: Miko snorted through the private channel, crossing her arms as she leaned on the back of the couch, deceptively loose and uncaring.

:: Hey, don't knock down a perfectly good presentation. Eyes are windows to the soul, and eyes make others feel at ease. Soundwave gives no fucks about normalcy or social manners. ::

:: Soundwave does what better? :: Raf commented. :: And hard agree on that assessment. ::

:: We'll fill you in later. :: Jack replied as Miko simultaneously responded. :: We got fresh meat. ::

"So," Jack drawled, propping an elbow on the sofa back, supporting his head on that hand. "What brings this lot to our corner of the universe?"

[captain039]

PART 4 Lord and lady

Vampire lord Astarion x spawn!reader

Warnings: possessiveness, jealousy, gore, vampire things, eventual smut, swearing, hurt comfort, sexual

Is it a kinky thing?

Previous part <-

Your view was different, your life was different, looking over the court. Respectful nods and glances, no one dares challenges the lady. The lords hand rested comfortable on her hip, she herself placed in his lap, feeling no need to use her own chair that was right beside his. The lord didn’t mind, a satisfied look on his face as she watched their court and he watched her. Keeping his hands to himself proved difficult upon many occasions, his fangs ached to be in her flesh, his stomach needed to be filled with her, his cock ached to be inside her, he wanted to be one again, her breathless moans filling the air, blood down his neck from her feeding and getting distracted by him. He’d sometimes glare at a court member whose eyes lingered too long on her beautiful form, she was his and no one else’s, a smirk on his face.

You awoke to an unfamiliar comfort and warmth, you almost fell off the bed, used to being on cold hard ground, rocks sticking into your sides. You shook your head a little hazy from the dream you had, it’d been Astarion and you? Weird. You felt the familiar need for blood, it wasn’t as intense as it normally was, you felt as if you could wait till lunch. Where would you find food here? You couldn’t exactly feed on Astarion all the time no matter how much his blood thrilled your body. You needed warm blood, maybe they had rabbits or someone could get you a rabbit? You don’t know how things work here, or what your status was. You heard a soft knock and frowned seeing the door open and Molly walking in with a happy smile.

“I sensed you awake” she said and you sat up, this was all… odd.

“Our lord is dealing with some formality’s with the court and should be finished soon, however I’m here to get you ready” she said going to your wardrobe.

“Ready?” You questioned and she nodded smiling at you.

“For what? Can’t I get ready by myself?” You asked sitting on the edge of the bed and sighing. Molly frowned and walked over to you, sitting beside you.

“I don’t know what’s going on” you muttered.

“I understand this is all overwhelming, but you have a new home” she offered comfort.

“Home? Why? Because your lord is connected to me?” You scoffed lightly.

“Connected?” She questioned and you looked to her confused face.

“Has he not ranted about how he felt me in the forest? How he was looking for me?” You asked and she shook her head.

“Strange” she whispered intrigued.

“Based of some vampire research I once looked at, I know two vampires usually spawn and master can be connected, obviously, however there are rare cases where a vampire is sired by the wrong master” she began to explain and you frowned.

“How do you have a wrong master? You don’t get to choose” you said.

“Well no, vampires choose their spawns though, usually it’s all about consent and giving their body over, it’s a very intimate process” she continued on.

“However some just want to continue their blood line so to speak, or make lives worse in your case, did you know who turned you?” She asked and you shook your head.

“Hm, guess your master was in need of a spawn, wanting to make your life horrible as he most certainly has” she said angrily making you smile briefly.

“Idiots, changing into a vampire is a delicate process!” Her annoyance made you chuckle and she flushed.

“Apologies, I get very passionate about things” she said and you shook your head.

“It’s ok” you smiled. It felt strange to smile, but it was like riding a bike really, it came back naturally.

“As I was saying before with connections some rare cases is a master chooses the wrong spawn, much like your case, leaves and never sees or bonds with them, vampires are very much pack like, despite story’s, though they can survive on their own, being in a court or group is better” you listened quietly as she went on.

“Perhaps Astarion was to be your master all along, you were just forced too soon and by the wrong master” she finished and you nodded.

“I would’ve slapped your lord if he asked me to be a vampire” you said and she chuckled.

“Yes well, he’d probably woo you first” she said and you tensed, cheeks heating.

“Vampires are very romantic, well actually, they’re just usually very uh- horny” she said and you laughed at her awkwardness.

“It’s true!” She huffed and you shook your head.

“I can assure you I am not that” you chuckled.

“Yes well, you have control” she huffed and you frowned, control?

“Did I say something wrong?” Molly asked worried.

“No I- I feel like I’ve just bounced back into a normal life, like I wasn’t this raging thing in the forest” you explained and she saddened holding your hand suddenly.

“Bouncing back seems easy, let it happen, but there will be times where you feel like this, like you shouldn’t bounce back so easily because of things you’ve done, that were out of your control, but I will be here to talk with you” her words brought you comfort as did her smile, she almost reminded you of your mother, only a lot younger.

“I believe Astarions ready to show you the place” she perked up and you simple nodded.

“Do you need some blood before we go?” She asked and you stilled. She said it so casually again.

“It does not bother me at all” she added quickly.

“My blood isn’t as powerful as Astarions, but it’s warm” she shrugged holding up her wrist. You gulped a bit, holding wrist and hesitating. You shook your head, you don’t want to hurt her.

“Don’t starve yourself, you don’t need to hear” she reminded with a smile and you nodded. You followed her to the court room, she waved some quick magic, fixed your clothes, changed the shirts colour and put your hair up. You saw Astarion in the middle of the room, head leant back and eyes closed.

“My lord” Molly said and he turned to look at you both.

“Did you sleep well?” He grinned and you nodded avoiding his eyes.

“Excellent, let me give you the grand tour” he beckoned and you glanced briefly to Molly before you left to follow him. Astarion took you around the castle, this place was massive, talking about the different rooms and pictures that were hung up. You got lost after about the third hallway you went down and gave up trying to memorise. You managed to figure out your room to his, your room to the bathroom, your room to the courtroom, that seemed all that was necessary. You passed few vampires, did they all just stay here with eachother? Like a big family, surely that’d be annoying. You felt like you walked for hours, mind rolling through thoughts, hunger pressing. You kept looking to Astarions throat, watching a slow beat pump through his veins, your fangs ached to pierce his flesh.

“Darling” he stopped and you frowned, you hadn’t paid a word to what he said.

“If you need a bite, just ask” he smirked and you quickly looked down shaking your head, you felt addicted to it, you’ve only tasted it twice. Fingers went under your chin and forced your head up, you held your breath watching his Ruby eyes stare into yours.

“Why resist?” He whispered and you bit the inside of your cheek accidentally making it bleed from your fang. His nose flared slightly and his eyes darkened, he leant forward, obviously he smelt the blood. Your mouth opened slightly as you need more air, he growled lowly and suddenly lips were on yours. A hand went on your hips, pulling you closer while the hand that was on your chin held your throat gently. You whined at the contact, body giving in Instantly, knees going weak. His tongue begged you to open your lips and you did. You felt a surge as you tasted him and your blood. He pulled back panting, licking his lips and sighing. You were in a daze, hunger able to take over quickly as you bared your fangs and bit down into his neck. He hissed lightly, but chuckled which then broke off into a moan. It spurred you on more, sucking harsher, the power off his blood humming through your veins. He held your hips tightly, but didn’t push you away, he growled and you heard someone quickly run off. You let go hesitantly, mind coming back to reality as you stared at the holes in his neck heal quickly. You licked off the blood you left feeling him shiver under the contact. You felt powerful.

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[contentloadingandstuff]

Helloooooo! I recently found your blog, and I rly like your writing style. I was hoping, if it’s not uncomfortable or anything, could you do a NSFW headcanons for yelan, jean, and eula?

NSFW Headcanons - Eula, Yelan & Jean

Genre: Smut

Characters: Eula Lawrence // Yelan // Jean Gunnhildr

A/N: Hello! I'm glad you're enjoying my writing :) Here are your requested hcs, hope you like them as well! I switched the order a little to accomodate for best girl Eula. It took an entire day (not sure if it shows 😅), but I had a lot of fun writing these.

Also, the entire Jean's part, which took a lot of time, was DELETED BY TUMBLR BECAUSE I WANTED TO PASTE SOMETHING WHY THE FU-

Contents: Sub!Eula, body worship, Dom!Yelan, femdom, forced orgasms, edging, post orgasm, Sub!Jean, roleplay, public sex, lots of wholesome stuff

NSFW under the cut.

Eula Lawrence

For her entire life, she has been kept at a distance. First, her family applied their traditional upbringing tactics, mainly consisting of replacing her natural needs like love and affection with artificial norms and behaviors of her clan. When she broke out of the loop and joined the Knights, they completely pushed her away. Eula couldn't expect comfort from the society either, leaving her to fend for herself. To cope, she assumed her strange way of speaking and the bizarre mannerisms, which only made everything worse. It was a complete surprise to her when Amber became her friend, but an even greater one was actually finding someone who loved her.

Eula is quite touch-starved, and that carries over to love-making.

She wants to have you two as close as physically possible at all times. Eula wants to feel your warmth, your breath and heartbeat on her body.

For her, your face is best when it's in full view for her to enjoy. Eula needs to see that it's you who makes her feel good, you who envelops her bare body, you who loves her.

She is a very intimate woman, and as such the bonding element is more important than the pleasure.

Her body is quite sensitive anyway, so it doesn't take much to get her off. 

She is very clingy, always having her hands on you. Her favorite place to hold on to is your neck. Leg locking happens often, making it difficult to pull out of her. She does that instinctively, and hopes you're fine with it.

The woman is well-aware of her assets, and likes to show them off to you. The way she dresses doesn't exactly make it hard, but she likes to couple it with a very suggestive way of walking.

That said, you can not only look, but touch as well. She loves it when you grope her thighs and ass, but only when no one is looking.

She'll gladly let you use her breasts and thighs to get off.

In fact, one of her favorite things is sitting on your lap while you rub  your length between her legs and right on her womanhood. Suck her nipples or make out at the same time and Eula will cum in no time.

Making out makes her go weak in the knees, especially if you push her up against the wall or pin her hands down.

Give Eula lots and lots of kisses not only outside your bedroom. She lives for your lips on hers, and some tongue action as well.

A hard no for her is bondage. She might bear it if you kiss her non stop, but not being able to touch you is not enjoyable for her. She absolutely needs physical contact.

Eula is not really into giving oral for a similar reason, but she does like receiving it. She usually keeps your face on her clit with a hand in your hair, giving in to the immense pleasure.

But do be careful - the Spindrift Knight gets very squirmy when she's close, so being choked by her thighs is a real possibility. But who would complain?

The best orgasms, however, come from vanilla sex for Eula.

She is not very kinky, but you could say that intimacy is her biggest kink.

Eula is defenseless against the pleasure you bring to her, and having a sensitive body means overstimulation is even worse. Hence, one or two times is her limit.

She is so fragile that she can orgasm without nearly any stimulation to her slit. Having your leg between hers and your tongue in her mouth may just get her off hands-free.

Favorite positions for her are any that include being face to face. Missionary is her go-to.

When the pleasure becomes too much, she may just scratch your exposed back a little. She will get VERY bashful when you point it out later.

Sex will only happen inside your bedroom, where she can drop her guard and be the submissive one without anyone judging her.

"I... I lov-hngh-love you, please g-give me everything!"

Yelan

Yelan's work is bothersome. Running around, moving paperwork, and putting up with people's bullshit makes her very frustrated. She just wants someone who could just listen and obey her orders without all of the unnecessary babbling. And who could fill that role better than you?

This one? Very kinky.

It's all about control for Yelan. Whether it be pulling off a well thought-out scheme or ordering her boytoy around, it gives her the sort of satisfaction that nothing could compare to.

It's just so much fun, seeing you bend to her will, ordering you around. Lie down. Get up. Kneel. Crawl to me. Beg. Lick. Her pussy gets so wet at your submissiveness.

You know that Hydro rope she can summon? Yeah, you'll be on a first name basis with it.

Yelan will tie your wrists and ankles so tight they will be sore. She will show some more mercy to your cock and balls, but they still will be uncomfortable.

She'll make sure to wrap the base of your cock tightly, so she can enjoy you longer. The rope will separate and stretch your nuts, not enough to hurt, but enough to be unpleasant. If she feels like it, she will also attach a leash to them. Nothing beats pulling a man by his most precious part in her eyes.

She will call you all sorts of pet names, her favorite being 'boy'.

If you be a good boy for Yelan, she will reward you. But if you disobey, or just don't meet her expectations, she will not hesitate to punish you.

Or maybe she'll do it just because she feels like it.

Yelan has to dish out pain daily because of her job, so she won't carry it over to the bedroom. No pain, just pleasure. Which is not a good thing in this scenario.

See, she had to learn a lot about anatomy to develop good interrogation techniques, and her books described the male body in great detail. Yelan knows all of her pet's sensitive spots, and she will show no mercy.

Seeing you whine and tremble gets her unbelievably hot. She will push you to the edge and stop, only to do it again. And again. And again, until she gets enough of your pleading for orgasm.

You better not cum until she says so, or you'll suffer an even worse fate.

Yelan will turn you into a crying, moaning mess with just two vibes - one on your frenulum, and one against your prostate. It will feel amazing at first, but will become torture after you orgasm. And Yelan will not stop, no matter how much you beg.

She just thinks your tear stained face is so fucking cute!

If you have enough brain cells (or just get lucky), she'll just use your cock and tongue to get herself off.

Because how else would a woman like her unwind than with her toy's face between her legs?

When your shaft becomes nice and hard from all of that cruel edging, she'll ride you to orgasm. Your precum and her juices will be all the lube you'll need.

If you endure her inhuman pace, or cum at the same time, she'll reward you.

The reward will be her mouth, along with possibly the most agile tongue of Teyvat.

After finally removing the ropes biting down into the sensitive skin of your cock and your sack, she will get to work and give you her all. You deserve it for being an obedient plaything, don't you?

While her tongue swirls around your glans, one hand will massage your balls and the other will tease your backside.

Her touch on your jewels will be gentle, but firm. She will roll them around in her fingers, squeezing the sensitive flesh ever so gently.

Milking your p-spot at the same time will lead to possibly the best orgasm you could ever have.

Yelan will gladly take in all of that thick, hot seed you'll give her. Outside of the bedroom, she'll control your diet and make you eat lots of fruits, to give your cum that sweeter note she loves so much*.

Because of her work, she has to protect her image, so you'll play only within the walls of your home. Don't worry, though - your girlfriend will make every session unforgettable.

Her sex drive is quite high, but she'll adjust it to yours. Yelan wants you to enjoy it as much as she does, and she knows her 'ideas' can get quite intense at times.

"Come to me. Good. Now, eat this pussy like the good boy you are~"

Jean Gunnhildr

In between working herself to the bone and lying unconscious, Jean enjoys reading books. Historical records and romance novels are her favorite genres. Since the library didn't contain much of the second, Lisa decided to hand pick and order new ones for her. And Lisa, being Lisa, started sneaking more steamy novels along the vanilla and cliche love stories. She enjoyed watching Jean's face go bright red when she reached the most juicy bits. The Grandmaster always dreamt of experiencing the things she read first-hand, and with you around, she can finally fulfill her fantasies. 

Having a wide range of references made her imagination quite rich when it comes to fantasies and ideas.

Being a practical woman, she always bookmarked her favorite scenes for... future reference. Reading about romance made her feel quite lonely, and that bothered her. It's one of the reasons she overworks herself so much, as exhaustion takes her mind off of that problem.

But now, she finally has someone. Someone she feels safe around, likes to hang out with.

She is kinky, yes, but there's a problem. Jean is unbelievably shy about it.

Her poor heart couldn't possibly handle asking you directly, so she turns to dropping hints.

For example, Jean will leave one of her favorites on your dining table, in full view, and with a single bookmark. She hopes you open and read it, and get the idea.

If you don't, she'll keep trying. If you're especially oblivious to her signs, Lisa will help guide you in the right direction. She'll have enough of Jean's dejected looks by that point for sure.

You'll quickly find out that Jean is really into risky, public sex. Public as in in her office, the library or other enclosed space with a quiet corner.

She'll get a lock on her office door for sure. Yet people can still hear her moaning while getting her insides rearranged, so the thrill is still there.

Nothing that a hand over her mouth couldn't fix, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Jean is a submissive at heart, which stems mostly from her fascination with gender differences.

She loves how different your bodies are. She is tall, yes, but you're still taller. Her build is more fragile, with smaller arms and shoulders, and yours is stronger, with broad shoulders and large, muscular forearms.

When you stand over her, overshadowing Jean's entire frame, she gets hot and bothered.

Loves your strength - both in bed (picking her up, pinning her down) and outside of it (lifting heavy things for her).

She values greatly both what makes her feminine, and what makes you masculine.

Worshiping her body is up to you, but she will definitely worship yours.

Likes giving oral more than receiving. She tends to get lost in the moment, the strong scent of your manhood flipping that hidden switch in her brain.

Worships your shaft with everything she's got, and sloppily at that. She likes it when you make her work for that dicking with her mouth and throat. Add a hand in her hair and she will rub her legs together, too horny and desperate to hold back.

Plays with your balls a lot. It's definitely the most masculine part of you, and Jean loves showing it the proper respect with her tongue.

Her favorite ways to screw emphasize that difference. Jean likes when you hover over her, lift her up or force her down - gently of course. The absolute hottest position in her eyes is when you both are standing, you penetrate her from behind, and support your weight on your hands, placed right before her face. She enjoys seeing just how big yours are compared to hers.

Jean really likes a good amount of foreplay before the deed. Making out, oral or mutual masturbation helps get her wet and ready for you.

She also likes long, slow and passionate sessions. The ones that come after a romantic dinner, a walk under the night sky or a picnic under the Windrise tree.

Also enjoys a gentle, morning fuck on free days, as rare as they are.

Vaginal is for sure more enjoyable for Jean than anal, but that doesn't mean her asshole is off limits. She likes when you insert a plug to heighten the sensations and keep things fresh. She'll let you take her in the ass (slowly) during her time of the month to keep both of you close.

Dirty talk can turn Jean into a whiny, needy mess very quick with the right words spoken at the right time. She automatically clenches when she hears the words 'good girl' fall from your lips.

The same naughty things won't come out of her mouth, sadly. She just isn't very confident, and can't say it in the overwhelmingly hot way you can.

Jean will not hesitate to try new things in the bedroom, but sometimes when she isn't that sure, but wants to keep it secret from you, she will turn to Lisa for help. The two are very close, and so Lisa will gladly lend Jean her experience and knowledge. As for the price, who knows, maybe a threesome would be adequate~

Jean's endurance is not that great, and she's completely fine with it. Just how could she resist your strong arms, thick shaft and low voice?

Sexing her out is fairly hard, but it's possible. Usually two extended sessions and three or four quickies in between will keep her a happy girl.

"My love, what are you do- Ah! N-not here, p-please... someone might see us!"

Footnote: Yeah, that's a real thing. The taste is mostly impacted by diet and similiar habits - eating salty, processed food, drinking alcohol and coffee or smoking give it an awful character, while staying drug-free and eating sweet, acidic foods like certain vegetables and fruit make it more bearable. Go research it, seriously.

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[cozzzynook]

Rodimus has fallen in love and is about to bond with Getaway. When Ratchet and Drift sit him down and show him evidence of Getaway cheating and he's devastated.

Personally I can never see Rodimus ever liking Getaway in any capacity but I can see them using each other as a quick frag when they first meet.

Its one of the worst experiences Rodimus has in his life and he doesn’t even overload. Getaway asked and he made a face before standing up and just walking out of Getaway’s hab completely unsatisfied and going to meet up with one of his aft call bots that he knows will get him off.

That night he heads to join, Cyclonus, Tailgate and Whirl for a frag session because he needs three very well experienced and nasty mechs to get the horrible feeling and thought of Getaway out of his memory files and off his frame.

He’s feeling a lot more satisfied hours later when he leaves the trios hab with a nice limp in his gate and a tiredness only a good fragging can give a bot.

He doesn’t think of Getaway or their horrible time until he and his crew stop on a planet and he meets the con twins Skyquake and Dreadwing. He’s smiling so wide with his spoiler bouncing and valve twitching just itching for a fun time as he locks optics with the two.

Before he knows it he’s bent wide over with two huge spikes stuffing his port like the spike slut he is as they both thrust inside of him with a servo choking his neck cables just the way he likes it and another slapping his sensitive valve raw.

Its when they finish and carry him back to his ship for Magnus to take does he see Getaway glaring at him and he’s so confused as to why until he remembers the horrible time they had together and immediately pushes the thought aside with a shiver of disgust.

Really, there was no way the mech actually thought lasting less than five minutes was gonna sate him. He knows he’s a slut but even sluts need more than five minutes.

He purposely tries to never think on the encounter again only to have the same issue when he’s on the bridge.

Magnus and Megatron are standing on either side of him, servos gently caressing both his sides making his tanks flutter and his aft wiggle as he smiles giddy and leans into them.

He’s thinking of all the fun they’ll have together as they usher him towards the door where it opens to reveal Getsway glaring angrily at him making him confused all over again.

Its Magnus stepping forward asking what Getaway needs with a clipped tone that makes the other look away and walk off.

He feels himself shiver in pure disgust as he remembers once again, how terrible their time was and how pitiful his stroke game felt. He tells the two as much after Megatron stares down where Getaway was last seen. He doesn’t want the mech to get hurt but he does wish he’d stay away from him.

He gives Magnus a nice, long surprise under the desk gift after making sure Getaway had a completely different schedule than him. He helped the mech organize two book shelves after, he didn’t care at all for stuff like that, but it made Magnus smile and happy so he did it.

He was having his fun as usual with the conjunx pair and the conjunx trio along with a spike swirl for Rewind and Chromedome as a job well done on helping repair a part of the ship. Along with letting Nautica use her servo to spank him when her frustrations became too much. He allowed Skids to watch and couldn’t help giggling at how the mech got so nervous when he moaned looking his way.

Rodimus was, to put it frankly, a slut.

He was decepticon share ware when he was Hot rod and changing to Rodimus, even when he was Rodimus prime, did nothing to curb his need for spike. Sure it lowered his libido but that put it on the healthy high scale instead of beyond the high scale. His doc First aid was grateful while he worked it so he could enjoy the more deeply kinky intimate parts of fragging instead of going so rough he would break.

He’s been on berth leave multiple times for having his insides shifted and his valve sprained.

“Hey Roddy,” he felt his spoiler bounce and his tank soften, his optics felt softer at the sight of Drift coming towards him. But that changed when he noticed the mech looking unhappy.

“What’d I do?”

He never fragged Drift or Ratchet.

They never invited him to berth so he never flirted or did anything inappropriate.

He was a slut.

Not a creep or perv who couldn’t respect boundaries.

“Nothing Roddy, you haven’t done anything,” Drift reassured. The mech put an arm around his waist like he always did and led him back to his hab where Ratchet was sitting down waiting for them.

He sat between the two on the couch and felt an awkward tension resting heavily in the room.

He felt better having Ratchet shift him onto his lap but he still felt nervous.

“Okay, whats up guys? What’d I do?”

“Roddy,” Drift sighed his designation and he was quick to apologize, “Stop that. You didn’t do anything kid. We just wanted to talk.”

His optic ridges touched but he nodded.

“Its about you and Getaway,” Ratchet said after a moment silence, “the mechs been….”

“He’s been stalking you, even with your two different schedules,” Drift finished, his fangs poked out and his servos were tight.

“Stalking me? But..why? We aren’t a thing…I’ve never…”

“Aw damnit.”

“Kid?”

“The first few days in…I..um..well its cause of that. Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it,” Rodimus sighed rubbing his face plate and going to stand when Ratchet and Drift held him in place on the medics lap.

“He harrassin ya cause he wants ya in berth again?”

The way both of them of them lock onto him, protective fields shrouding him making it hard to vent but so easy to melt against.

“No..I..I don’t know what he wants..I..well..I like to..explore my options..sometimes,” he blushed in a dazed.

“Kid ya like spike. We know. The crew knows. A lot of cybertron knows. It’s fine kid. I’m called the party ambulance for a reason.”

“We know your reputation Roddy. We don’t care.”

“Speak for yourself kid. I’m happy you’ve slowed down and haven’t caught any viruses. First aid used to have a mental breakdown when he had to out your valve back into place.”

“Ratchet!”

“What Kid? Its fine. I’ve popped mine back into place a few times myself,” Ratchet shrugged at Rodimus who looked…beyond shell shocked even if he shouldn’t. His reputation was very well known.

“I..how long have you two know?”

“Since we’ve known you,” Drift said easily, he was still angry but the digit he used to brush along Rodimus’s cheek was anything but. It was hard not to lean into it.

“Wait..if you knew I was share ware,” Drift’s servo gripping his face plate giving him a sharp look made him back track.

“I mean, used to be shareware,” he rushes. It still doesn’t loosen Drifts hold so he continues.

“Why are you always inviting me over and having me spend the night if you know I’m a spike slut?”

Maybe he should’ve put more thought into all the times they had him sit on their laps or would cuddle with him in berth and make sure he couldn’t leave. Or when he’d cook dinner and lunch every day and one of them always digit fed him with a now noticeably lame excuse of “we want to make sure you eat enough.”

“Told ya we’d have to spell it out,” Ratchet grouched, wrapping his arms around the speedster who felt weary but unafraid.

“We like you Roddy. More than what you think,” Drift interrupted his musings, thumb rubbing his cheek.

“We’ve been in love with you for a very long time now and we’re pretty sure you feel the same. Even if you don’t want to admit it,” Drift finished.

“Kid you run faster than Blurr from affection thats not a one night sexual conquest. So we figured it best to ease you into the idea of being with us. We don’t have any intent to change who you are. We know you love spike and we’re fine with it. We just want you to come home to us at the end of it.”

He felt his optics watering and he wanted to hide.

They were right of course.

He was afraid of romantic feelings, relationships, love.

But when it came to the two mechs holding him he couldn’t help but fall in love.

Subconsciously he lessened the amount of mechs he’d sleep with on a drastic scale the more time he spent with them intimately.

He didn’t want to give up his frag sessions with Megatron and Minimus or the wild rides with Cyclonus, Tailgate and Whirl, but he hadn’t really ventured out much aside from basic non penetration with Nautica, Chromedome and Rewind and letting Skids watch. Of course he had fun with Skyquake and Dreadwing, but he didn’t leave his comm number like he usually did for a second round.

“I don’t..please don’t..”

“Relax kid, we know. We know,” Ratchet let him curl up and hide.

It was embarrassing as it was needed.

“I’m not..you picked wrong. You shouldn’t want me.”

The engine rev from Ratchet was the first real warning and he kept silent.

“We know exactly who we picked Rodimus and we aren’t picking anyone else but the three of us.”

That was the second warning, hearing his designation from Drift was always serious and while his insecurities were tugging at him, he let Ratchets warm servo rubbing his thigh quiet the storm.

They stayed like that for a while.

Sitting on the couch until Rodimus felt Ratchet’s signs of stiffness.

He fell into rhythm without thinking much as he shifted and stood helping the mech up and using his outlier to warm the space between them.

Eventually they retired to berth where Ratchet and Drift locked Rodimus in a tangle of limbs.

He didn’t mind. It was grounding.

Helped him feel without panicking.

He looked down and let his digits curl loosely between theirs and day dreamed.

They didn’t say anything. Didn’t push or rush him.

They just enjoyed their time together and that made things feel..as easy as onlining.

Rodimus didn’t see or hear about Getaway after that but he did notice Drift cleaning energon off his sword and Ratchet wiping energon from his med kit.

He figured it best not to ask.

[witchofhimring]

NSWF Elia Martell 18+

Elia Martell x GN Reader

Aftercare: Elia's the person to have a million scented oils and candles lying around. Aftercare usually consists of bathing and lying around. She enjoys bathing her partner because it feels very intimate. She will probably give you so much attention that you need to remind her she deserves some love too. Elia likes having her hair brushed after sex. It just feels nice.

Body part:

She loves your waist. Whether it be holding it during sex or just touching it. Sometimes when she feels extra playful Elia likes to tickle you there.

Elia loves her hands. They are very delicate and look beautiful. She loves it when you press kisses or just play with them.

Cum:

If you have a penis Elia likes you cumming inside of her. She doesn't like too much of a mess. If you have a vagina Elia prefers to use her mouth and vise versa.

Dirty secret: Fucking over Rhaegar's grave. And yes you did it once.

Experience: Having only slept with Rhaegar and the sex being pretty dull Elia knows the basics but little about genuine pleasure. So it's up to you to be her teacher. If both of you are inexperienced then you figure it out together. I think Elia would like this as it would increase the bond and trust you two share.

Favorite position: Regardless of sexual orientation I think Elia enjoys missionary. Not very kinky but it lets her look into your eyes. I think Elia would enjoy topping because it makes it easier for her to kiss you.

Goofy: I think Elia enjoys a bit of laughter. It makes the situation feel more lighthearted. I think she associates silence with Rhaegar and how boring their sex was.

Hair: Very. Elia had a habit of grooming her appearance from an early age. Even if no one but you sees it she likes the ritual of cleaning herself. So there would be some hair but not very much. I would say Elia's pubic hair is the same as on her head in colour, though downstairs it is curlier.

Intimacy: Very. Elia will only have sex if there is an intimate connection between you two. She is passionately intimate with you and is not afraid to show it.

Jack off: Not really. Elia doesn't really feel the need if you're not there. Though sometimes she might touch herself slightly to take the edge off.

Kink: She likes doing it on the rug by the fire. Also sometimes wearing her crown while you perform oral on her.

Location: Her room. Elia enjoys her privacy. Except for the one time on Rhaegar's grave.

Motivation: Elia first found out what really turned her on when she walked in on your bathing. Your skin was shinning and you smell of roses. Immediately Elia dried you off and took you to her bed. You were smooth, warm and smelt so nice.

No: Anything including degradation, either way. It makes her feel like shit and she really doesn't need that. Also, anything painful inflicted on you or herself.

Oral: She is into both. Elia had very little oral experience beforehand. Rhaegar sometimes performed on Elia though rarely excepted any from her.

When receiving Elia lives to do it on her bed. It's absolutely euphoric lying on her back feeling intense pleasure. Her feet come up to your back, heels resting on the waist. Elia enjoys face-sitting although not as much. Usually, Elia does not like bringing her royal status into play during sex, though when you mentioned Elia wearing her crown during oral she found a new kink.

Giving is a bit easier if you have a penis as she has had some, although limited, experience. If you have a vagina she will have had no prior experience. She likes taking her time to find out what you like. In the beginning, Elia performed while you gave her instructions. Though later on she took control.

Pace: Normally slow so as to take her time.

Quickie: Not a far of quickies. Elia likes to fully enjoy and take her time without worrying someone will walk in on you two.

Risk: Elia is game to try new things out. So long as both of you enjoy yourselves its fine.

Stamina: I would say Elia can go about two rounds before tapping out.

Toys: Doesn't own any. It doesn't give Elia the physical satisfaction you do.

Unfair: This would depend on whether you like teasing or not. If you don't then she won't do it. If yes then Elia is alright with it. Regarding receiving, Elia is not really a fan as it prevents her from relaxing.

Volume: Elia's moans are frequent but quiet. They come in little pants and gasps.

Wildcard: Elia giggles when you touch her feet during sex, its really funny.

X-Ray: Elia's breasts are on the smaller side. She also keeps herself fairly well groomed.

Yearning: I would say Elia likes to have sex four times a week. Though sometimes she is too tired at the end of the day. I would say she enjoys sex, but can abstain if need be.

Zzze: It's lights out for Elia.

[blueroses789]

NSWF Elia Martell 18+

Elia Martell x GN Reader sfw alphabet

Aftercare: Elia's the person to have a million scented oils and candles lying around. Aftercare usually consists of bathing and lying around. She enjoys bathing her partner because it feels very intimate. She will probably give you so much attention that you need to remind her she deserves some love too. Elia likes having her hair brushed after sex. It just feels nice.

Body part:

She loves your waist. Whether it be holding it during sex or just touching it. Sometimes when she feels extra playful Elia likes to tickle you there.

Elia loves her hands. They are very delicate and look beautiful. She loves it when you press kisses or just play with them.

Cum:

If you have a penis Elia likes you cumming inside of her. She doesn't like too much of a mess. If you have a vagina Elia prefers to use her mouth and vise versa.

Dirty secret: Fucking over Rhaegar's grave. And yes you did it once.

Experience: Having only slept with Rhaegar and the sex being pretty dull Elia knows the basics but little about genuine pleasure. So it's up to you to be her teacher. If both of you are inexperienced then you figure it out together. I think Elia would like this as it would increase the bond and trust you two share.

Favorite position: Regardless of sexual orientation I think Elia enjoys missionary. Not very kinky but it lets her look into your eyes. I think Elia would enjoy topping because it makes it easier for her to kiss you.

Goofy: I think Elia enjoys a bit of laughter. It makes the situation feel more lighthearted. I think she associates silence with Rhaegar and how boring their sex was.

Hair: Very. Elia had a habit of grooming her appearance from an early age. Even if no one but you sees it she likes the ritual of cleaning herself. So there would be some hair but not very much. I would say Elia's pubic hair is the same as on her head in colour, though downstairs it is curlier.

Intimacy: Very. Elia will only have sex if there is an intimate connection between you two. She is passionately intimate with you and is not afraid to show it.

Jack off: Not really. Elia doesn't really feel the need if you're not there. Though sometimes she might touch herself slightly to take the edge off.

Kink: She likes doing it on the rug by the fire. Also sometimes wearing her crown while you perform oral on her.

Location: Her room. Elia enjoys her privacy. Except for the one time on Rhaegar's grave.

Motivation: Elia first found out what really turned her on when she walked in on your bathing. Your skin was shinning and you smell of roses. Immediately Elia dried you off and took you to her bed. You were smooth, warm and smelt so nice.

No: Anything including degradation, either way. It makes her feel like shit and she really doesn't need that. Also, anything painful inflicted on you or herself.

Oral: She is into both. Elia had very little oral experience beforehand. Rhaegar sometimes performed on Elia though rarely excepted any from her.

When receiving Elia lives to do it on her bed. It's absolutely euphoric lying on her back feeling intense pleasure. Her feet come up to your back, heels resting on the waist. Elia enjoys face-sitting although not as much. Usually, Elia does not like bringing her royal status into play during sex, though when you mentioned Elia wearing her crown during oral she found a new kink.

Giving is a bit easier if you have a penis as she has had some, although limited, experience. If you have a vagina she will have had no prior experience. She likes taking her time to find out what you like. In the beginning, Elia performed while you gave her instructions. Though later on she took control.

Pace: Normally slow so as to take her time.

Quickie: Not a far of quickies. Elia likes to fully enjoy and take her time without worrying someone will walk in on you two.

Risk: Elia is game to try new things out. So long as both of you enjoy yourselves its fine.

Stamina: I would say Elia can go about two rounds before tapping out.

Toys: Doesn't own any. It doesn't give Elia the physical satisfaction you do.

Unfair: This would depend on whether you like teasing or not. If you don't then she won't do it. If yes then Elia is alright with it. Regarding receiving, Elia is not really a fan as it prevents her from relaxing.

Volume: Elia's moans are frequent but quiet. They come in little pants and gasps.

Wildcard: Elia giggles when you touch her feet during sex, its really funny.

X-Ray: Elia's breasts are on the smaller side. She also keeps herself fairly well groomed.

Yearning: I would say Elia likes to have sex four times a week. Though sometimes she is too tired at the end of the day. I would say she enjoys sex, but can abstain if need be.

Zzze: It's lights out for Elia.

[kaamastr]

How to make Christmas sex even better

Sex and affection are extremely beneficial to our health. It has been confirmed in studies to be a powerful type of stress relief. However, if you're feeling overwhelmed during this winter rush season and in the mood, here are some suggestions for focusing on joy rather than stress this Christmas.

It's crucial to remember that everyone has a distinct sense of what makes sex satisfying, so what works for one person may not work for another. With that in mind, here are a few suggestions for improving Christmas sex:

Set the mood: Dim lighting, fragrant candles, and soothing music may help you create a romantic environment. Make your bedroom design unique. You may hang mistletoe or a red and green paper garland above your bed. Candles are wonderful because they add a sense of romance and intimacy to any area in the house, whether it's a bedroom or a dining room table - even if no lights are turned on.

Use blindfolds to spice things up: Blindfolds are also a fun way to add excitement to sex over Christmas dinner or under the mistletoe; however, be sure not to slip up too much when kissing or otherwise caressing each other without being able to see who is doing what!

Experiment with new positions: Experimenting with different positions may bring excitement and freshness to your sexual experience. Lie on your back as your lover climbs on top of you and leans over you, or vice versa. If daring, have him sit beside you and draw his legs between yours.

Incorporate toys: Sex toys can add extra pleasure to sex and be especially fun to use during the holiday season. Try some new toys from Kaamastra ! Whether it's vaginal toys or adult toys for men something else, buying toys can be a great way to spice things up in the bedroom without worrying about running out of things to do before getting down to business.

Talk about your desires: Communication is necessary for having pleasurable sex. Discuss with your partner what you like and are comfortable with.

Take your time: Take your time with the play. Take your time and appreciate the event instead. During foreplay, try some roleplaying. Perhaps your guy wants to be Santa this year and has to remove his Santa outfit! Talking about it beforehand can help establish an environment where kinky Fun isn't too awkward or uncomfortable for either of you.

Have Fun Outdoors-Snow is a unique setting for winter romance, a lovely way to bond during the holidays. If you live in a location where snowfall is common, make the most of it by spending time outside with your family. A walk in the snow may appear, but it may help bring out your romantic side and offer you something fresh to chat about with your significant other.

Have Fun with roleplaying games: they are one of the nicest ways to show your partner how much you care — and they don't even have to involve clothing being ripped off or anything! You and your friends can play spy or detective, or maybe anything featuring Santa Claus will go over well this year you can include sexy bdsm bondage for extra fetish moments while doing roleplay.

Extra tip: If you're looking for a little romance on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, try taking your partner on an intimate date somewhere new together after dinner with your family — maybe even invite some friends along, so everyone gets along!

Remember to always practice safe sex and to be mindful of your partner's boundaries and comfort level.

[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z YOSHI (treasure)

🔅 for @ateezwhorez i hope you enjoy this honey 🥺❤️ dw the others should be written soon tooooo 🔅

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he just feels cuddly and swoony. he’s in love with you, even more so than before even though he didn’t think that was possible. he loves to cuddle with you, just until you catch your breath again at least. he’s still still high from the whole experience, it’s the perfect time to be open and show your vulnerability even more. it’s less about the physical things he does for you, more about how you two deepen your relationship even further. he uses this time to have deep chats that slowly fade into more light hearted conversations before drifting off to sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his eyes are his favourite thing about him i think. he likes how you can understand what he wants just from looking into them. they’re intense and needy, oppressive even. they’re infatuating. they’re his secret weapon to make you obey him without even realising what you’re doing.

on you, he likes your lips. he likes how they feel on his own lips, on his neck, around his dick, anywhere and everywhere. he also just thinks they look pretty and are the perfect colour naturally, actually something he noticed about you first which he found really attractive.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

doesn’t like to make a mess at first… might even cum in a tissue the first few times because he thinks it’s more respectful.

but when he’s comfortable and such, he’d love to cum all over your hands after you finished him off with a handjob, he thinks it looks really hot and it’s enough to get him horny again hehe.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he often imagines how you'd look tied up in front of him. at his disposal. his fantasies are actually super kinky but he very rarely tells you them. he’d probably never tie you up to the extent that he dreams of doing because he doesn’t want to hurt you and he thinks of you as quite fragile 🥺

i wanna do another because my wild card was kinda short this time but he would l o v e to do a life drawing of you. like this isn’t even sexual but i don’t wanna get attacked if i write this on something that is fluff lol. it would be something that he’d treasure and something that he would be so proud of. to make it dirty since it’s a dirty secret 👀 he had a few intrusive thoughts while he drew you and found it super hard to stay hyperfocused on the drawing. if you tried to flirt with him while modelling, he’d just tell you to save it for later and that’s when he’d unleash the beast lol.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

1 sexual partner with whom he was in a relationship with. he doesn’t think about it much and when he’s with you, he’s very much focused on you. one look at you and he’s forgotten about them already.

he knows what he’s doing for the most part, but sometimes he just wants to learn new things with you, together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he likes facing you: missionary and cowgirl, depending on what feels natural at the time. he likes bringing his face close to yours and hovering his lips over yours, occasionally touching with every thrust. enough to feel the other’s breath, but not enough to actually kiss.

once the pace has slowed a little, he’ll give you the kiss he’s been teasing you with for what feels like hours just so that you’ll appreciate it and enjoy it all the more.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s quite serious in the moment. he wants to make sure that you’re enjoying yourself and that he’s doing the absolute most to exceed any expectations each and every time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he naturally doesn’t have much hair down there. he trims what he has and keeps it tidy since he feels it’s more intimate.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

most of the time, he’s extremely romantic during sex. he’s very into slow and sensual sex that allows you two to bond physically and emotionally. it’s important to him that he understands your wants and needs as his partner and vice versa, making the whole experience super romantic.

but that’s not all the time. sometimes he just wants to rip off your clothes and have his way with you and that’s ✨totally fine✨

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i feel like he’s a typical laptop on desk, tissues besides him type of guy. he doesn’t do it too often, but when he does he has to fully commit because there is absolutely no way he’s stopping for anything/anyone that isn’t you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s not that kinky, he’s a vanilla man. i’ll just list some sexual things that he likes hehe

whispering- he likes when you whisper close to his ear and he likes doing it to you. the tingling down his neck is intoxicating, he can’t help but want to feel it again and again. what you say is important too. he likes receiving praise. saying things like “you make me so wet” or “you turn me on so much” makes him so happy, it’s a great way to drive him crazy.

ropes- not to an extreme level, just one rope to tie your hands together behind you or in front of you.

eye contact- he likes that his eyes intimidate you of course, but you pushing past that and maintaining eye contact makes him feel a rush to MAKE you feel intimidated. he wants you to feel like he’s in charge (even if he’s not) and if he can’t do that with his eyes, then it’s pretty much over for him, but he likes that fact that you stood up to him and it turns him tf on.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he likes sex in bed or on the floor. anywhere that he or you can lie comfortably. he likes fucking you in hotel beds. although it’s not really that dirty, it is for you two.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

gentle strokes- he likes when you trace his jawline or collarbones with your fingers, especially when you have long nails. he almost always returns the favour. he likes gently dragging his finger up and down your thigh before and between rubbing your pussy.

directness- tell him you’re turned on. tell him why you’re turned on. tell him how he turned you on. tell him how you feel and why you think he should feel the same way to. by the end of your talk, he’s gurenteed to feel the same way.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

angry sex/sex during an argument.

he wants to settle things properly first. sex isn’t a solution nor is it forgiveness. the only way he can truly be intimate with you is when you’re both happy and when you’re both on the same page. “angry” sex like that is meaningless to him, the argument mustn’t have been important if you can just forget about it so why can’t you just talk it through?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s naturally a giver and oral (sex in general) is no exception. he wants you to be able to allow yourself to receive instead of forcing it upon you if you’re not used to it. he introduces his tongue slowly and always asks if what he’s doing is okay. even if you are used to it, he’s always gonna build up to it. he likes when you take the lead even when he’s eating you out, he likes when you’re giving him directions or your hands are in his hair, controlling him, because then he knows that what he’s doing is right.

not too fussed about receiving head. of course he would never say no, but he’s not one to ask for one just to finish without pleasuring you. he’s eyes are closed during the whole thing and and he lets out small, quiet cusses which he knows turn you on. also says nice stuff to you (when he can get the words out) while you’re sucking his dick because 🥺 he is nice.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

as i mentioned before, he’s slow and sensual. he keeps the experience extremely romantic and memorable. it leaves you wanting more and he knows.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not his style. at all. he likes to draw out the details, take his time with you, ensure you've both been treated and pleasured sufficiently.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’d only experiment with things that you’d tried before or things you’ve researched. he doesn’t wanna try anything new to the pair of you especially early on because he doesn’t wanna hurt you or leave a bad impression or anything like that. he’d never spring anything on you that you hadn’t discusssed either.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

2-3 rounds, but it totally depends on you. how much you want, how much you turn him on after, how tired you are etc.

he usually lasts for around 20 mins but needs like a 10 second breather sometimes

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i don’t see him owning any toys but i don’t think he’d be opposed to using them. if you wanted to use them, great fantastic he’d get straight to it. he would definitely like to try them for himself at least once too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn’t tease you much, because he’d rather just do it? but i guess if you’d consider extended foreplay to the point where you have to beg him to fuck you as teasing then he’s the master lol. oH and also doesn’t just kiss you during sex, he definitely teases with those.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

tries to hold his moans and cusses back but fails lol. they’re quiet and soft but you can still hear them. he gets kind of shy about them after sex too and he doesn’t really like it when you bring it up.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

“take it off” he orders, looking directly at your chest. you remove your tshirt on command and throw it to the ground. he walks towards you, backing you into the wall behind you. it was a harsh and sudden coldness on your back, but there was something even colder in front of you. his eyes glared at you, which subconsciously made you remove your bra.

“so fucking beautiful” he growled while taking one of your breasts in his hand. it wasn’t long before he started with his tongue. he circled your nipple with his tongue while he played with the other one in his hand. your head automatically fell back, luckily resting on the wall. he slowly began to flick your nipple with his tongue before gently kissing it and moving to the other one.

your hand found its way to his hair, grabbing it and pulling it a little. you occasionally let out small gasps, which almost always made him look up at you and smile.

after a few minutes, he stood up once again, head buried in your neck as he whispered what he wanted you to do for him next.

“please, make me cum. you've turned me on so much tonight.”

that’s when it all started making sense. you’d been bowling that night with friends. this involved a lot of bending over, a lot of casual skin touches when neither of you were bowling and a LOT of whispering closely in his ear since the music was so loud. you knew he liked it when you whispered, but you didn’t know even in that context that it would send shivers down your spine. you stored that info, maybe you’d use that against him one day after he’d been teasing you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think average, with just a little under average thickness. i’m not sure if you can ever call a dick pretty but i feel with yoshi it would be justified, especially when it’s hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i’m pretty sure it varies depending on your type of relationship. if you are a romantic partner, 3-4 times a week. if it’s just a fling, once maybe twice a week at most. he has a naturally high sex drive, but he’s less likely to take his time with someone he has no feelings for meaning he doesn’t really crave sex as often as he would with someone he’s romantically involved with.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

as i mentioned above, yoshi wants to talk to you and connect with you even further after sex. he falls asleep when he’s ready to fall asleep, which is after he’s learnt something about you that makes his heart flutter, that he can tease you about later on.

[trashyswitch]

Illogical Hobbies (Or so he Thought)

Logan is struggling with being seen as unreliable or biased in his logic. Why? Because the man likes tickling and he's super embarrassed about it. Looking for help from anyone, Logan decides to talk to Remus about his dilemma. Remus quickly proves to be open-minded, and even excited about Logan's interest!

This fanfic has some dirty jokes and ultimate gay moments. Whether Intrulogical is platonic or intimate in this fanfic...I have no idea. It could be read as both. Just keep an open mind, knowing that this is Remus and Remus us well...dirty.

Also: this fanfic was suggested by 🦂 person. Hi 🦂 person! Sorry it took weeks.

Other than that: I hope you enjoy!

For @kanene-yaaay

Logan had been struggling with his thoughts. For one of the first times in his life, Logan’s brain was overwhelming him with logical theories that haven’t been proven as of yet. The logical side now believed he might be a freak and as a result, is now unreliable for Thomas. This hypothesis was created due to his interest in one thing: tickling. He had seen the documentary they made about it. He had seen how uncomfortable people become due to others and their ‘feelings for tickling’. There are people who enjoy it as a…

Logan shivers. Despite his inability to hold onto biases up until this point...Logan had developed a strange reaction to the unspoken word. He just doesn’t like thinking about the word, let alone saying it. Society has managed to place so much of a bad condentation onto the word, that...saying it feels super wrong. Those types of topics are usually kept secret and are only discussed with people who you feel close to. Making sure the other person doesn’t mind talking about it might also be a good thing to check. You don’t want to end up in one of those one-sided conversations where you do all the talking while your friend only listens, nods and refuses to add input. That would be the last place Logan would want to get stuck in.

Logan sat down on his desk and clicked the pen to start writing. He drew out the people within the mind palace, and wrote down the pros and cons of talking about it with that person. Logan did this so that he could determine who would be the best person to go to, that wouldn’t be biased or rude about his...feelings. Yeah, feelings. He needed someone who wouldn’t look down upon him for being this way, and who would remind him that he is still the logical side who doesn’t let biases or conflicts get in the way of the truth.

Patton seemed like a good idea and he’d consider coming to him another time. But poor Patton’s already got so much on his plate. Patton’s been trying to help out Roman, who was still struggling with the truth that was told to him during the last conversation they had. Patton had gotten better acquainted with Janus by then, and was now struggling to find a stalemate between the light and the dark sides.

On top of that, Roman was also out of the question for more reasons than one. Again, Roman was going through a few different things involving his insecurities. Truth be told; Roman is now roughly 30 like Thomas is, so he should’ve been experiencing this phase long ago. But, late is better than never. Even if Roman weren’t stressed about his self-image, Logan would still turn down the prince because he found Roman too biased and rude over simple matters. It would be better to let Roman question things rather than be taunted by him for the rest of his days.

Virgil is more of a quiet citizen who probably would’ve handled it just fine. The emotional man has his own interests and hobbies that he often keeps from people as well. Example: his love for spiders. Patton would probably have a heart attack if Virgil admitted such a secret. But the one big con Logan had with Virgil was the chance he’ll let out a...strange reaction to the news. Whether it was gonna be a good or a bad reaction, was not something Logan wanted to test out.

Janus seemed like an interesting option as well. Yet despite his better understanding of the snake-like being, he began to wonder if Janus would be too manipulative or perhaps...too blunt. In this moment in particular, Logan felt he needed reassurance more than vague, or blunt answers. And knowing Janus...both possibilities stood out equally. So...Janus was off too.

Now Remus particularly stuck out to him. Remus would be blunt, but in a strangely charming way that would lessen the truthful blow. Remus would also be the most unbiased next to Patton because he’s learned about literally everything involving the subject. Remus might even have the recommended tools readily available in his room! Though Remus may immediately resort to assumptions about the interest...that’s about the only con Remus had under the list. Furthermore, Logan liked Remus. Maybe if there wasn’t a risk of getting physically injured, Logan would’ve had no cons under his name.

Logan threw away the chart and walked himself up to Remus’s room. Feeling nervous yet fascinated, Logan knocked on the door. He kept his knocks rather quiet, as to not disturb the other dark sides.

Remus opened the door and immediately pulled Logan into his room. Remus closed the door and planted a big, slightly bushy kiss onto Logan’s cheek. “Welcome Logan, to my sexy chamber of secrets~!” Remus greeted. “I am your tour guide: Sexy Sanders~. Are you ready for the greatest tour of your whole life?” Remus declared proudly.

Logan bit his lip and looked away shyly. “R-Remus…” Dammit! Now he was turning into a deer frozen in the headlights! “I’m flattered by your introduction, but-”

“OOOoooh! ReeRee, you sly dog! You just flustered the nerd beyond belief!” Remus reacted. “Perhaps the ninja star and the loss of your buck teeth has left poor Logey in a confused state of ecstacy!” Remus teased, letting out a sexy cat growl.

Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “Excuse me…” Logan started to turn around while he tried to ramble out an excuse. “I suppose now may not be the time to talk, so I’m gonna leave you to your duties and-”

Remus slammed something against the wall beside the door. Logan jumped at the bang sound it made, and turned to look at the blurry thing that had made the sound beside him.

It was a foot? A high heeled foot, to be exact. And...Oh geez Remus was wearing kinky boots. “Come here darling…” Remus put his foot down and led Logan to the bed. “Let me get you something somewhat edible to eat and drink.” Remus offered. “You seem in great dire need of it, after all~”

Remus sat Logan down on his bedside and opened a bottom drawer that was split into 2 spots and filled with snacks. On the left side was ‘Remus’ based snacky foods and on the right, was normal snacky foods that he guessed could be for Roman or Janus. “Pick your poison.” Remus told him.

Logan bit his lip and smiled slightly. “Is any of it actually poisoned? Or is that just you using a phrase?” Logan asked.

Remus giggled. “It’s just a saying, li’l sweetberry.” Remus replied.

Logan awkwardly reached down and grabbed a pack of swedish berries. “Thank you, Remus.”

“No problem. Now: What does the poor distressed brainiac need from your pal?” Remus asked.

Logan bit his lip and swallowed. “Well…I’ll start with this:” Logan took a breath and began. “I took some time finding out who exactly to talk to about my personal issue. My other choice would’ve been Patton, but...He’s busy with your brother.” Logan admitted.

“Oh Patton...The poor boy is busy trying to keep the peace while Roman loses his sanity because his biased beliefs and nasty habits are finally being seen as rude!” Remus added.

Logan widened his eyes and looked at Remus. “Yes! That’s exactly it!” Logan reacted.

Remus scoffed and looked at his nails. “He’s always been like that. I’m not even gonna start with all the insults he’s thrown at me.” Remus added. “Though I don’t mind some angst in my life...Roman has genuinely hurt me before.” Remus admitted.

Logan looked down a little. “I’m...I’m sorry to hear that.” Logan told him.

Remus quickly waved it off and readjusted his position. “It’s fine! Now: What is this seeecretive thing you worked sooo hard to talk about?” Remus asked.

Logan calmed down slightly and continued. “I have felt rather embarrassed and...unreliable to Thomas because of some interests I’ve had.” Logan admitted.

Remus gasped and leaned his chin on his hand. “Do tell! I do love a good ‘life-altering’ hobby.” Remus told him with a wink.

Logan rolled his eyes and couldn’t help but grow a little soft towards Remus. “Ohokay. Well...Because of my outward presentation, I am unable to present many mannerisms without fearing I’ll be judged by some of the sides.” Logan admitted. “And...there’s one specific activity that I have ached for…for a while now...” Logan admitted.

Remus giggled. “Does someone have a thing for bonds?” Remus teased.

Logan blinked and looked at him with a confused face. “I- no. Not bondage.” Logan replied.

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Roleplay?” Remus asked, now guessing.

Logan visibly cringed. “No…”

“Hmmm…” Remus bounced his eyebrows and licked his lips. “Sexting?” Remus asked.

Logan looked quite bothered. “It...It’s not a fetish, Remus!” Logan finally told him, feeling dirty for saying the word out loud.

Remus’s smile dropped. “Oh…” Remus thought for a moment. “Do you have a thing for furries?” Remus asked.

Logan shook his head. “No.”

“Is this more wholesome than I think?” Remus asked.

Logan looked at Remus with an embarrassed smile. “Y-yeah.”

“Hmm...Cuddles? Are you lacking a few good cuddles?” Remus asked.

Logan widened his eyes as his cheeks started to glow a dark red. “I...Kinda…” Logan replied.

Remus picked up Logan immediately and gently threw him onto the bed. “Tally HOO!” Remus shouted as Logan landed on the bed. Remus jumped onto the bed beside Logan, and wrapped his arms around him. “Is this what you wanted?” Remus asked.

Logan had frozen in place, unsure of how to react. This was kind of what he wanted, but...there was something missing…

Logan wrapped his arms around Remus as well and soon rested his head against his chest. “Y-Yeah...This is what I wanted…” Logan somewhat admitted.

Remus tilted his head and looked at him. “Stop the music:” Remus said to the quiet room. Remus pointed at Logan. “You’re hesitating...I can hear it.” Remus told him.

Logan widened his eyes. “Am I?” He asked.

Remus nodded. “I can tell you want something else.” Remus told him.

Logan looked down with a wobbly smile and blushed. “Yyyyy...Yeah you got me.”

“So: Any hints?” Remus asked.

Logan squeezed his eyes shut, and carefully gave Remus a really light squeeze on the side. Remus jumped slightly, but gasped as he immediately caught on.

While Logan opened his eyes with worry in his eyes, Remus smirked and gave the back of Logan’s neck a little tickle. “I think I understand what you want~”

Logan threw his head back and squeaked, not expecting it. He instinctually reached his arm back to grab the hand.

But Remus giggled and wiggled his fingers. “You shouldn’t have done thaaat~” Remus touched down on Logan’s now-exposed armpit and skittered wildly while making teasy ticky-ticky sounds. Logan quickly threw his arm down and let out his first snort. “Awwww! I think this IS what the distressed brainiac yearned for! Am I right? Am I right??!” Remus teased as he squeezed his hip with his other free hand.

Logan’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he let out a big, overwhelmed yelp. “REMUHUHUS-” Logan started wiggling and squirming while cackling somewhat quietly with his face all squished.

Remus had a stupidly happy grin on his face as he kept going. “The smartest being in Thomas’s entire mind palace is ticklish! And he LIKES it!” Remus reacted. “This is like landing in heaven! For Logan AND myself!” Remus reacted.

Logan covered his face with his hands and whined. “Yohohohou lihihike ihihit toohohohoho?” Logan asked.

As a reply, Remus leaned in and blew a raspberry on his neck. Logan squealed like he had never squealed before, and hid his flustered face in Remus’s chest. “There’s my answer!” Remus declared.

Logan tried to mutter something to Remus, but his face was intentionally being shoved into Remus’s chest. Remus bursted out laughing at how muffled and wonky Logan’s ‘words’ sounded in his chest. “You sound like you’re stuck in a door or something! Do I need to tickle you out of your crampy situation?!” Remus asked him jokingly.

Logan giggled more into the Duke’s chest. Remus’s teasing was starting to fluster him more, and the anticipation was only adding to it. Remus was surprisingly good at this! Logan was thrown out of his moment of thought from two ticklish squeezes against his hips. “BAHAHAHA- REHEHEHE WAHAHAHAHAIT!” Logan yelled at him.

“Wait? But why? You’re already enjoying it! Why would I wait for something to happen, when everything I want is happening right now?” Remus asked rhetorically.

“IHIHIT’SSSS-SSSOHOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHISH!” Logan yelled back at him.

“I know! But isn’t that the best part? You’re getting the tickle tickle tickles you’ve been craving for…” Remus paused and thought for a moment. “Wait...How long have you been wanting these tickles for again?”

Logan snorted as his hair grew more and more messy. “UHUHUHUHUHUHH...MOHOHONTHSSSS?” Logan guessed.

“MONTHS?! Seriously?! You’ve been tickle-deprived for MONTHS?!” Remus shouted. “How in Satan’s butthole did you manage to survive months without being tickled?!” Remus reacted.

“PERHRHRSIHIHISTENENENCE!” Logan yelled back.

“Okay, maybe. But persisting without tickles and cuddles for MONTHS?! That’s like living an entire week without my favorite deodorant in the house! I’d die of starvation! And my tongue would be drier than Gluten Free bread!” Remus reacted further.

Logan laughed more at Remus’s statement. Of course Remus would starve himself if he had to live without deodorant! It only makes sense if you properly know the guy. Logan also visibly cringed at the thought of deodorant ‘moisturizing’ the tongue. The image in his head was making his tongue feel all weird and chalky.

...And surprisingly, Remus had a point. Gluten Free bread is ridiculously dry…

Remus soon gave Logan a bit of a break and spun his mustache while he watched the nerd. Logan took the moment to breathe again, but looked visibly disappointed that Remus had stopped.

Remus frowned softly with a wobbly smile at Logan’s reaction. Then, Remus made the one sound Logan NEVER imagined hearing from him: he cooed!

“Awwwww!” Remus covered his mouth and nose with his hands. “God, it’s like trying to ignore a homeless puppy! Now I know how Patton feels 60% of the time!” Remus reacted.

Logan chuckled at the last statement. Patton really does act like that a majority of the time.

Remus wrapped his arms around Logan and hugged him tightly. “I’m so happy you told me!” He admitted. “You have no clue how happy you made me feel the moment you came to my door!”

Logan relaxed a little more and hugged him back nicely. “...Really? You’re happy I told you?”

Remus nodded. “Well of course! No one besides Janus and Roman have ever told me their deepest secrets before!” Remus admitted. “And...Your secret is super wholesome.”

Logan’s smile dropped slightly as another thought went through his head. “Hey Remus…”

Remus tilted his head. “Yes Logan?”

Logan calmly stared into Remus’s eyes. “Do you still think I’m logical and reliable? Even with my...tickling interest?” Logan asked.

Remus smiled softly and placed his hands on Logan’s shoulders. “You are the most logical and sane side we have in the mind palace. No amount of feelings is ever gonna change your big IQ.” Remus reminded him.

Logan smiled and went back into the hug. Feeling safe and secure in his arms, Logan closed his eyes and rested his chin on Remus’s shoulder.

“I guarantee if you were to tell Patton or even Roman, you would be given what you want.” Remus told him. “Roman is a bit more risky. He might look at you like you have 3 heads at first. But Roman will wind up going ballistic about how cute you are.” Remus told him. “He’s done the same thing for me.” Remus told him.

Logan looked at him. “Really?” Logan smirked a little. “What’s your cute hobby?” he asked.

Remus smiled and pointed to his closet. “Making stuffed animal abominations.” Remus replied proudly.

Logan tilted his head. “I...don’t think I follow.”

Remus giggled and blew a raspberry onto Logan’s neck again. “It doesn’t take much to follow what I mean.” Remus teased.

Logan squealed and cowered into Remus’s chest again while Remus began to explain: “I make stuffed abominations out of many different stuffed animals! I switch out the limbs, I add stuffed wings, tails or tentacles to the stuffies, and they become my pile of monstrosities!” Remus explained.

“Sohoho you’re sid from Toy Story?” Logan asked.

Remus smirked and tickled his sides as a response. “Exactly! See? You get it.”

Logan snorted and tried to scoot himself back. But Remus managed to grab his arm, hold it up, and attacked his exposed armpit. “Nice try, Ms. Berry blue!”

Logan shook his head wildly and let out every bit of laughter he had. He was a wiggling mess of laughs, giggles and snorts all in one nerd. It was so cute to see!

“C-COHOHOME OHOHOHON, REHEHEHEHE!” Logan yelled to him.

“Is that a challenge?” Remus asked him. “Are you telling me I’m not tickling you enough?! The nerve!” the Duke teased.

Logan squealed and pulled his knees to his chest. “NOHOHOHO, IHIHI DIHIHIHIDN’T!”

“But it sounds like you did! What on earth could you possibly mean when you say ‘come on, Ree’?” Remus asked.

“IHIHI MEHEHEHEANT YOHOHOHOU’RE TEHEHEHEASIHIHIHING MEHEHE AHA LOHOHOHOT!” Logan admitted.

Remus giggled. “I know.”

Remus stopped tickling him for a moment and placed the nerd’s hand down. Next, Remus grabbed onto Logan’s tie and started loosening it. “Here: I don’t want your trusty tie to choke you while I tickle you.” Remus told him.

If Logan wasn’t blushing before, he was CERTAINLY blushing now! Remus actually unfolded Logan’s collar and removed the tie with genuine care presented in his actions. Logan had frozen in place, which ended up helping Remus remove the tie with little struggle.

Then, Remus put the tie around Logan’s right wrist and tightened it to a comfortable amount. “Check it out!” Remus lifted the tie up and started tickling Logan’s armpit again. Logan snorted and immediately burst into giggles while he tried to cover his armpit. But the tie was working like a bonding rope and preventing his arm from covering the spot properly! But Logan also noticed Remus had left the tie a bit looser. So with some tugging and twisting, the wrist could easily pop right out.

Much to Remus’s surprise though, Logan tried not to pull too hard on his wrist. He was actually letting his hand be bonded for a bit.

Remus happily smiled as he covered Logan’s body with all the tickles and laughter. This was so fun! And to think that just 25 minutes ago, Logan was a tense and illogical mess. He’d never seen Logan behave like that before. He’d seen the nerd annoyed, hurt, excited and in shock, but he’s never seen Logan anxious. It was quite unusual for the logical side. But now Logan was a giggling, blushing mess of emotions. It was brand new for Remus, and most likely quite brand new for Logan as well. But Logan seemed to be enjoying it.

Finally after a while of tickling, Logan decided he had reached his limit. He pulled his hand out of the tie, and curled up into a sideways ball. “Ohohokahahahay, thahahahat’s ehehenoho-” Remus had already stopped the moment Logan said ‘Okay’. He must’ve already known Logan would want him to stop. So, he did.

Logan looked at Remus with a glow of happiness in his eyes. “Thank you Remus. That helped a lot.” Logan told him.

Remus smiled back and gently punched his shoulder. “Eeh, it’s nothing. I’ll happily do it again anytime you need me to.” Remus told him.

Logan blushed a little at that and looked away awkwardly. “I’ll...I’ll keep that in mind.”

Remus got off the bed, walked over to the dresser and opened the middle drawer. Hidden within some magazines and spare sewing fabric, Remus grabbed a water bottle and wrote an L on the lid. He closed the drawer and handed it over to Logan. “Here you go. I don’t want you die-drating on my watch.” Remus told him.

Logan laughed a little at that and drank some of the water from the water bottle.

“Now: Either you can get the hell out before anyone notices the nerd’s hanging out with the crook, or you can stay and get hit with all the questions later.” Remus explained.

Logan choked on his water and put the lid back on as he coughed the drop of water out of his air pipe. “Ihi-” He cleared his throat. “A crook is a dishonest person, or a thief. You may be a bit of a Grinch, but you’re most certainly not a crook.” Logan admitted.

Remus looked at him with surprise. “Wait, really?”

“Really.” Logan put his water bottle down. “You are the most honest person we have in the mind palace. Though the honesty does cross the line to brutal sometimes, it still shows the lengths you’ll go to be truthful.” Logan explained briefly. “Besides: I think I’ll risk the countless questions and stay a while longer.”

Remus smile grew into a big toothy grin as he held his own chest. “Awwww!” Then Remus shoved his hand into his own chest and ripped his heart out, blood vessels and all. “Look! You made my heart jump!” Remus reacted as he pointed to it. Sure enough, his human heart had visibly jumped a few times in front of Logan.

Logan covered the lower half of his face and couldn’t help the laugh that left his mouth. Looks like Logan will have to add the word ‘random’ to the list of Remus’s personality traits.

I'm finally back. I took nearly 3 weeks off of writing because I hit a major writers block. I am happy to say I got other things done in that time, and I used the unexpected break to my advantage. So now: I'm back and hopefully back to stay for a while.

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Hai Queen, can you make HC of ReiKasa's secret fetishes? (Lmao I'm so embarrassed) or if they uhm BDSM, what will they do?

Hello luv, thank you for the Ask! Happy belated birthday in advance. I am so sorry for the delayed wish 🙏 Here's hoping this will be a good belated gift for you 💖

Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa) Extremely Kinky Sexy Times Modern AU (R20+) Headcanon #12

(A/N: ‼️WARNING‼️Graphic/Explicit Description of very dirty smut with potentially provocative images ⛔ Please don't click Keep Reading if you're below 20 🙅‍♀️ Sorry kiddos! To my more adult readers, please absorb this post's content with appropriate discretion & maturity)

Ring the alarm because it's going to get extremely fiery in this zone 😳🔥🔥🔥 If i'm going to horny jail, I'm taking you guys with me haha

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Reiner & Mikasa have a very comfortable (and vanilla) sex life. However, they do have some secret kinks that they share behind closed doors. The kinks are only discovered after they've been together for at least half a year based on the trust they have built through their relationship. Reiner and Mikasa would at least go on between 10-15 dates before they become intimate with each other & exploring the more physical aspects of their relationship. These two don't f**k. They make love; slow, tantric, gazing into each other's eye kind of loving. When their bodies fuse, so do their souls.

BUT, after months of getting comfortable with each other's bodies, that is when they know they are both ready to bring in more colors into their sex life and ready to take it to the next level. It takes some time on Mikasa's end because this woman has some insecurities with the way her body is built. Yet Reiner helps her build her confidence a lot by giving her the space and the time she needs to truly let herself go with him and he is the kind of man that embraces HER body type the way she is. But if Reiner could describe Mikasa's body with one word, it'll be with heaven-sent.

Secret Fetishes

Muscle Kinks (Both)

No, not the literal muscle kink 🤣 Mikasa admires Reiner's body very much - his strong and sturdy shoulders and his large Nordic build reminds her of the statue of Ares she had once saw in Greece. His biceps are her most favorite go-to body parts of his (during sex especially) when she wants to sneak in quick affectionate touches, kisses or squeezes (apart from his butt!). Mikasa expresses her feelings better through touches. Let's just say she can't keep her hands away from his a$$ when they're in private. Reiner has also learned to know that the tighter her grip is on his biceps while he's inside of her, it means he's hitting her sweet spots just right.

Meanwhile for Reiner, he doesn't have a very specific favorite on Mikasa because he loves every part of her! Although he's developed an affinity for her breasts and abs. He'd jokingly say that he'll eat off her body if he could (like those kinky sushi bars haha) 😏 But, to Mikasa, Reiner knows exactly how to suck her soul out of her body through certain sensitive points of hers using his sinful lips.

Fellatio (Reiner)

Like most men, Reiner loves getting blowjobs. He finds himself in bliss yet being extremely defeated every time Mikasa goes down on him. This woman, apart from having a pair of strong grips, rather unexpectedly, has a strong jaw muscle and exceptional gag reflex control. She swallows too ;) He'd almost instantaneously comes when she pulls double jobs on him (mouth & breasts) at the same time. He also loves running his fingers through her hair and seeing the intensity in her gaze when they lock eyes while he's deep inside her mouth. Mikasa devours him like she would with her favorite ice-cream: lots of tongue, sucking and loads of slurping.

Cunnilingus (Mikasa)

Mikasa isn't a very loud lover but only Reiner is able to make her whimper helplessly with his mouth and fingers. Reiner sucks so well (pun intended) that she'll end up being a heaving mess when he's done with her. Mikasa has become an acquired taste for Reiner. He knows exactly the right amount of pressure to apply using his tongue and teeth on that sensitive spot of hers until he drinks her dry. These two love the receiving and giving aspect of their lovemaking. So, yes, they enjoy doing the 34+35 a lot ;)

Mild Kink - Foreplay, hair pulling, loads of biting & scratching (both)

As referenced in this post, Reiner & Mikasa are both biters. He likes pulling her hair if he takes her from behind and she'll grip his back or his arms so hard that her nails would always break his skin if he's taking her in missionary. BUT, the sweetest part of their lovemaking is always their foreplay. Reiner loves running his fingers along her thighs, hips and back and takes pride when he can make her shiver with tiny prickling goosebumps on her skin. That way, he knows he's making her feel really good. Also, when he gets her all wet and gushy. *Bixby, play WAP by Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion 😳

Asphyxiation (both)

We're almost getting into BDSM territory. Depending on their mood for lovemaking, Reiner and Mikasa injects a li'l bit of mild asphyxiation while they're in deep penetration mode; just a little bit & not too much. They have a strong level of trust between them that they've never accidentally gripped too hard on or hurt the other. Their safe word for this: ACE.

Roleplay (Both)

Even after years of being together (even after the children comes into the picture), Reiner and Mikasa enjoys frequent roleplaying. Usually takes place during their wedding anniversaries to keep their marriage fresh and spicy. From pretending to be strangers meeting in a hotel bar, to hot plumber and the sexy housewife and to reliving their highschool tropes, these two have no qualms in putting on some disguises while getting their freak on.

Public Sex (Reiner) / Risk-taker (Mikasa)

Now, Mikasa is an extremely private, introverted person and her definition of public is more of having the risk of being heard of than the location itself. At the beginning of their exploratory phase, the furthest location beyond the bedroom that she's ever been comfortable in would be their house kitchen in broad daylight.

Even then, she'd be the one who'd make the first move because Reiner once shared that it'll be interesting to try sneaking a quickie when/where they're not supposed to.

Reiner wears reading glasses when he works at home and Mikasa always finding herself feeling a little turned on when he does. There's just something inexplicably sexy when she sees her gorgeous man getting all engrossed in serious work mode.

One time, Reiner was in a Zoom call with Magath and his Warrior unit and suddenly his woman just walks out of their bedroom with nothing but his tshirt on, sans underwear. Mikasa intentionally reaches for things in the top shelf and bending over the kitchen counter a little bit more than usual just to tease him. Well, it worked and he had to maintain a straight face when his vidcam is still on with his raging hard-on or while she's sucking him off from underneath their kitchen table. As soon as the Zoom call ends, Mikasa's getting the pounding, I mean, the punishment that she deserves.

There was also that one time when he was in an online gaming party with Armin, Jean and Connie, while an almost naked Mikasa was riding him hard at the same time. The boys still couldn't explain why Reiner was suddenly silent in-game (he said his mic was being weird) and why he was voluntarily sacrificing his character repeatedly while they're in the middle of a boss fight during that session haha

If they're in the kitchen, expect some edibles to add on a little more spice such as ice on his pecs and abs as well as whipping cream all over hers.

BDSM (Both) - including Blindfold, Bondage, Spanking, Dom & Sub subtext

Reiner is a man of strict discipline and Mikasa is a woman with a fixed routine but their sex life reflects both authority and flexibility that balances with their pre-planned kink-exploration techniques. Reiner and Mikasa both take turns to be the giver and receiver. Seriously, the level of trust and carnal attraction between these two are phenomenal.

When she's the one receiving, Mikasa would surrender all of her self control to Reiner's hands and hot damn, when this man is in his dominating mode, Mikasa would end up screaming and biting into the pillow because Reiner can be extremely firm in delaying her gratification. Playing with her like a skilled musician would to his instrument, Reiner knows how Mikasa's body works and responds to his touch. He likes raising her limits higher every time.

This man can be scary manipulative when he's the dom and he will leave her begging for his mercy. He has amazing hands made for comforting massages and well, orgasmic spanking. Their safe word when he's the Dom: DIAMONDS.

Reiner tried addressing himself as 'Daddy' with Mikasa one time before spanking her. Needless to say, she ended up rolling on the bed laughing. That session failed gloriously. She'll made a point, however, to use that specific endearment years down the lane as their secret keyword in front of their kids when Mummy's in the mood for some heavy bonding with Daddy 🙈 In the end, she still calls him 'Daddy' for sex? 🤷‍♀️ orz

When he's the one receiving, he will be the most hard-to-break sub and lucky for him, Mikasa is a persistent dom. He loves it when he can let go and just be fully vulnerable with her. She will make him kneel, she will make him beg and Reiner loves it when she takes control over him.

He pretended to resist against his restraints even more just so she would inflict on him harder. Although, Reiner has some underlying emotional issues and has some repressed self-aggression with innate desires that need to be 'reprimanded' in a sense. He's a physically strong figure in the public eye but he is emotionally and psychologically vulnerable due to some issues that began in his childhood that was only addressed professionally later on in his young adult life. He also has some attrition to pain that needs to be channeled safely and Mikasa is the only woman who he can be open and honest with, who has strong impenetrable limits to receive and hard resolve to inflict on him when he truly needs it. Their safe word when she's the dom: SPADES.

Usually, after a very intense session, these two would soothe each other with a long, warm embrace or just hold each other for far longer in the showers before pulling themselves back into their neutral zone. They'll usually slip into something much more comfortable afterwards with some comfort food, weighted blanket and streaming services. Reiner and Mikasa both are physically and emotionally built perfectly for each other that it's so surreal. Their bond, love and trust just run even deeper with each passing day that he believes when they sleep, their souls would still be looking for each other.

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Sorry it got even longer than I expected but I had super fun thinking & working on this! Thank you so much for the Ask & I hope you've had a memorable celebration this year ❤ xoxo

[captain039]

LAST PART

Secrets of mutation

Logan(wolverine) x reader

Warnings: Age gap, student/teacher, AOB, trauma, swearing, sexual, intimate, a little forceful, heats, smut, unprotected sex, lil kinky, angst, jealousy

Xmen X new mutants

Previous chapter <-

Back at the mansion you snuck back to your room and locked the door before Logan could get in, you heard him sigh and walk away making you let out a breath.

You looked to your bed, a small bag on it. You frowned seeing a small note from Jean.

These are suppressants if you wish

You opened the back seeing a bottle, you opened it and popped one out, a tiny white circle pill. You grabbed your water bottle and took it quickly before sighing and sitting on the bed. You could still smell Logan in here. You sighed taking off the pillows, blankets and towels. You went to the big cupboards and got some more out. You made your bed, nice fresh linen and a ache in your heart. Lying down you sighed again, you felt empty in this big bed, no twitchy man beside you. He had nightmares too, mumbled in his sleep and twitched.

A knock came at your door and you frowned hoping it wasn’t Logan.

“Y/n it’s Charles” you opened the door and let the professor in.

“James is in hospital but he’ll be alright” you nodded sitting on your bed, arms crossed.

“You could’ve told me I had someone in my head” you muttered not looking to him.

“I know, I’m sorry” he sighed.

“I didn’t know what it was, a strange reaction in your brain when I unlocked your memories, it’s hard to know what it is without examination, you were in no shape for anything” you flushed a bit embarrassed and nodded.

“If you’re well tomorrow you can go see Jean and begin some examination if you wish” you nodded again.

“Get some rest and try not to worry too much” he said and left. You laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling as you huffed. You needed food again, you went to the kitchen grabbed a bowel of cereal and some snacks before retreating to your room again. Thankfully it wasn’t school time, everybody had gone to their rooms or out.

You sat at the desk in there, scribbling on some paper as you ate and watched the sky. Your mind went back to Logan, it always did now. You hated yourself for feeling something, he was just a soldier, protective of his home and family. Maybe you had forced him somehow, lured? You weren’t sure.

You finished eating, sat in bed and turned on the TV in your room, you flicked through channels before landing on one and watching it.

The sun went down slowly and you felt yourself get sleepier and sleepier, you turned the TV off, shuffled under the blankets and laid down huffing.

You yawned and closed your eyes trying to force yourself to sleep.

Sleep didn’t want to come to you, you turned and turned in bed, eyes closed but your thoughts were wild. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest for some reason, body on high alert. Something snapped, you shot upright, half changed and snarled at the door. You clawed and scratched apparently not knowing what a door handle was. You had no control of the sudden rage, it was like you were watching yourself in third person.

“Kid?” You hissed at the voice, the door opened and you went to bolt but got caught mid leap. You were forced back on the bed, fighting the man above you. He kept your hands pinned above your head, he trapped your legs with his own and started speaking.

You wanted control back, you fought and fought till something snapped again.

You blinked a few times, you stopped thrashing and caught your breath.

“There you are” Logan sighed above you letting his grip loosen. You frowned looking at the door, you had clawed it badly. You finally looked to Logan who still didn’t let go of your wrists, you didn’t blame him, you might start up again. You frowned seeing the red on his white singlet.

“I’m alright” he said as you stared in horror. You backed away from him, stumbling off the bed and huffing as you sat back against the wall. You sighed closing your eyes as you shook your head muttering to yourself.

“Get out of my head” you muttered feeling tears in your eyes.

“I’m not a killer, I’m not a soldier!” You yelled thinking they could hear you.

“I’m just a scared kid you stole” you mumbled hugging your knees. You heard footsteps, you saw Rahne and Danny with worried looks, Jean also behind them.

“Logan” she called but he didn’t listen. He knelt in front of you but you just coward away, you didn’t want to hurt him again.

“Y/n” he said softly but you just avoided him.

“Omega” he whispered and you shook your head.

“Please” you froze at the word and looked to him, his face was vulnerable, eyes begging you. You didn’t know what to do, you just stared wide eyed, tears rolling down your cheek. You reached out for him and he sighed in relief wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you to him. He lifted you up as he sat on the bed, held you tightly and breathed in your scent. You had your arms around his neck, eyes closed as you tried to stop the tears. You heard people leave and held him tighter thinking he would leave too.

“We can find them, put an end to it” he said lifting his head.

“I promise” he muttered.

“Don’t leave me” you mumbled and his arms tightened.

“I- you can’t-“ you struggled with words.

“You’re mine omega” he said and you sighed in relief.

“And I’m yours” he said and you nodded.

Professor Xavier found away to get them out of your head, after Jean took a look and ran some tests it was some medicine, prototype, never seen by any of them. It was a test to see if they could control mutants. Beast had managed to come up with a formula that removed it and whatever else they put in your body, it tasted like some horrible cough medicine mixed with whiskey or something. Logan had stayed by your side the entire time, he didn’t leave you even if he was silent most times. He would huff sometimes when you were out of the room, you would crawl into his lap and cuddle with him. He would glare at anyone else but, he kept his arms around you and stopped when you tried ti leave. It was a strong bond you had between the two of you, even though he rarely opened up you knew him and he knew you from your late night after sex blabbering. Sometimes you’d wake him up in the night from nightmares, he would sometimes tell you, the wars he’s been in, Stryker and his brother, his parents too. He moved into your room seeing as it was further away from people. You finally went to some classes, you didn’t have to train or learn how to fight, even if Scott pressed about it Logan would threaten to cut his dick off, which then earned a glare from Jean. You finally found another family, a home and your alpha.

[thatweeboverthereisthirsty]

Hi, I hope your doing okay😊, Could you write sfw and nsfw headcanons whole team natsu in a relationship with a fem s/o? Thank you!

Hi there! Sorry this one took me so long I had a hard time with the SFW headcanons. The NSFW ones are a bit longer hope you don’t mind. Also like my last poly team natsu post this one sort of left out wendy just cause she’s a kid.

SFW:

- So you never once thought that you would be able to manage getting one partner not to mention 4! Yes honey that's correct, 4! Gray, Natsu, Erza, and Lucy. And dear Celestial King did you love them.

- You go on all together dates, then sometimes threesome dates or just one on ones. But you were all together and very happy!

- All 5 of you being in a relationship sometimes made things just a little more complex. For instance anniversaries. You all had one anniversary together and then a one on one anniversary. Your individual anniversaries usually happened on days where something special happened in your bond with each other.

- When you went on dates with all 4 of them they might take you to see fireworks or on a picnic or to do something as a group. When you just went with one or two of them it ranged depending on who it was picking the activity.

- Lucy liked calm dates to a coffee shop or on a walk around the city to shop. She was into lowkey things because her chaotic life in Fairytail left her very little time to be chill. You guys would often read together or cook and eat a homemeal. If you wanted quiet time she was the person to go to (although Natsu regularly interrupted your fun).

- Erza was somewhat laid back with her approaches of dating. She had these visions of what a perfect romantic day would consist of almost like a little girl dreaming of her future. You found it adorable… until she started beating up people for ruining her picnic. She often took you to dinner at fancy restaurants and to festivals in town where she would buy way too much stuff. If you guys stayed home you would probably try on her armor cause she insisted you looked amazing in it. Training dates too where she would teach you to use all sorts of swords.

- Gray wasn’t really the ‘take you out on a date’ type he was more of a ‘spontaneous hang out’ person. He’d probably show up in your apartment claiming he was bored and no one else was around and play a board game with you. Sometimes he would be waiting for you outside so you could walk to the guild together. He wasn’t interested in setting up a time and getting all dressed up just to see someone who you’ve already seen in sweats and a stained t-shirt a thousand times. But occasionally on special occasions like individual anniversary days he would take you dancing in a nice setting or to a fancy dinner where he bought you a dress the day before hand and slipped a bracelet on your wrist when you arrived. 

- Natsu was the most adventurous with dates so far. He wanted to go on a job as a date then get dinner at some crazy all you can eat buffet afterwards. Or you guys would climb a mountain to find some crazy creature just so he could fight it. He took you out to eat a lot but it was mostly a lot of him stuffing his face and you talking about whatever you're interested in. He was a surprisingly good listener when he eats. Sometimes dates would be chill and calm like when he and Happy go fishing while you lean on his back and fall asleep. Speaking of Happy, the little blue cat usually accompanied you guys on your dates but when you went home he flew off to spend time with Carla or Lucy. At home you guys would probably talk, sleep, he would make a mess and be his general upbeat self.

- You weren’t the strongest wizard alive and you certainly couldn’t beat your lovers but you could usually hold your own in a fight. Not that your baes would want you in a fight. The four of them happen to be extremely protective, with you and each other. So expect to get very little action time. They’re just so scared to lose you or that you’ll get hurt. Sometimes it's kinda funny but at the same time you don’t want to be treated like just some kid that can’t defend themselves so at the very least they could let you fight your own battles. They agree that you should be able to fight for yourself and even offer to help you train. It’s been a while since that ridiculous protective mode kicked in for any of them (and you) but if you or one of them were to get hurt then it would be the end of times for whoever caused it. (ok not really but there would be repercussions). 

Spicy time ;)

NSFW:

- Sometimes a fivesome is a bit too much to deal with so you often break off into groups of two or three.

- When having sex with Natsu he likes to make it fun and often likes to singe your sheets a bit, liking how the smell of smoke mixes with your own. His heightened sense of smell makes it all the more fun since he can literally smell when you like something and just how much. He’s always gonna find the sweetest spots on your body and it’s a guarantee that you’re going to cum more than once. He wants to exhaust you. Natsu loves the afterglow and finds that lying with you afterwards completely at ease is his favorite part of the whole experience. 

- Kink wise he’s probably into praising you as you ‘take control’. Natsu’s not really the type to be into harsher play, he’s seen his friends hurt enough and wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he was the one to seriously hurt them. An exception would probably be bruises in the shapes of his hands right around your hips. Instead of being extra rough and kinky he switches things up a bit by letting you take the reins. Although if you tease him too much or he gets the feeling that you're forgetting who's really in charge he’ll quickly flip things around and remind you that he’s the top in the relationship.

- Grey is different in the way that he doesn’t mind if you get mouthy or tease him a little. He finds it entertaining when you're on top since you're so submissive like when you're out of bed and he could easily take control. So he has no problem laying back and letting you ride or suck him and chase your own pleasure however you please. But his favorite way to have you is with you on your hands and knees as he fucks you fast and hard. 

- For gray’s kinks I imagine that he’d be pretty kinky, but only for some things. Gray would probably be into being tied up and trying to break free. He would also love it if you choked on his dick and it would especially turn him on when there are tears of pleasure and overstimulation in your eyes. He likes to be edged and edge you for hours till either of you finally get your release. 

- Erza is actually soft when it comes to sex which she prefers to call it making love. She believes that it’s an opportunity to be intimate and close, to be vulnerable and expose yourself to another. It’s a high form of respect and she wants to treat you with respect. Slow sensual kissing, comforting massages that turn into more, slow grinds and hands everywhere. Having sex with Erza isn’t about kinks or doing a quickie, it’s all about you. Erza wants to worship you in every way possible and occasionally she’ll let you worship her too.

- Lucy on the other hand can go either way. Sex can be calm and sweet and meaningful, or it can be fast and rough and simply about pleasure. She can be a top or a bottom depending on the situation. With slow sex she likes to top because it really gives her a chance to show how much she loves you. When it’s rough though she could top but really actually likes being a bottom.

- This girl is kinky af! She’s into just about everything with some probably obvious exceptions. Bondage? Absolutely! Tie her up, bend her into different positions, overstimulate her to the point of tears. Public? Sure. Although she probably wouldn’t do it on a stage, a quick closet session where you’d have to hold your hands over your mouths to keep quiet would be thrilling. Toys? Yes! She will wear a collar for you and she will also sit at the guild all day with a toy in her. Her favorite kink though? Degradation/dirty talk. Pretty sure that has a bit of voice kink mixed in but it doesn’t really matter since she’s crying out as she cums anyway. She wants to be called a dirty slut as you pull her hair and finger her. She wants you to whisper all the things you’ll do to her in her ear. She can’t help but love the fierceness in your tone and the fake hardness in your eyes.

- All together sex is usually more fun but also super overstimulating since your all receiving several people's attention at once. You can’t bring yourself to mind however as you always feel satisfied in the end. When it’s all five of you together it’s usually just vanilla sex but occasionally some dirty stuff slips under the radar. You usually act as a bottom/switch in these occasions only ever really conscious enough to find pleasure for yourself. The rest is just a haze of bliss that comes then takes forever to leave when you're done (not that you mind however).

- Aftercare is very important to all of them and is crucial for all types of sex. They simply won’t allow you to sleep on sticky sheets or covered in cum. Most of the time you’re to out of it to really care but once they come to they move you to the (large enough to fit 5 people *wink* *wink*) bathtub for a nice relaxing bath while they change the sheets. They then often join you and cuddle until drying off and making your way back to the fresh bed.

[burnedbyshoto]

Show Me How You Like It

Kinktober Day 12 ~ kink: pegging

pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, smut

word count: 3,850

a/n: this is for @lady-bakuhoe .... oh god, i did so much research for this because ive never tried pegging, but idk....might need to convince someone oneday. also, new season?????? im literally shaking because the first episode was so pure,,,,,but this season,,,,,ohmy

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“Do you want to try it?”

Being married was something you thought of as unimaginable. Marriage and you didn’t ever seem to go hand in hand. Not that you didn’t want to get married at some point in your life. You never expected anyone to want you for the rest of your life.

You met Kirishima Eijirou in middle school. As you were best friends with Ashido Mina. You often noticed the shy dark-haired boy always watching on your friend group. You remember going to the U.A. entrance exam and sitting between Mina and Kirishima. The written exam you listened to Mina curse under her breath, and Kirishima shakes as he filled out his sheet.

You remember looking at the field he was then placed in for the practical exam. Sighing when you saw the three of you were then scattered everywhere. You had wished him luck! His cheeks turning pink as he stammered back good luck as you and Mina took off to get dressed. You didn’t know much about him besides that he was shy and very sweet, but you hoped he did well! The next month, the three of you called to the principal's office. You were absolutely astonished to see that Kirishima had gotten in as well! The three of you would be going on to U.A. together!

After ending middle school, you didn’t see him again until orientation. Except, he was different. A good different. His hair stylized, large spikes, and bright red. It was attention-grabbing, demanding even, but his face was still as sweet as ever. Kind and loving.

The first year flew by. Near-death experiences with him formed a bond with him that you never knew would manifest. The three of you--Mina, Kirishima, and you--were close. Buddies, but sometimes, if you were being honest, your eyes would stay on him for a bit too long.

Your heart hammered when he went out for his internship, scared he’d come back scared. Your eyes locking on his flexing muscles, and Mina’s sharp laughter pulling you back to reality. The way he was reckless and shield the class from attacks. Because he was a shield, and he could take it. The way he would catch you in his arms. Those black sleeves were so soft, making you squeak as you were now distracted from your own battle. His toothy grin sucking you in as he made a cute comment about getting there on time. His warm large hands on your body as he placed you down, encouraging you to finish the villain.

There was the night you found yourself knocking on his door. Tears brimming your eyes because you needed to be in someone's arms and Mina was asleep. He took you in without you even asking. Taking you to his bed as he wrapped you in his blanket. His voice apologizing about the state of his room. Apologizing because his blanket wasn’t that soft, and you deserved a softer one. He seemed to panic around his room, setting up a kettle for tea, all while you stared at his blushing face. His cheeks bright enough to match his hair as you stood up from the bed and wrap your arms around him. Your words are weak as you ask him to hold you because that was all you needed. You fell asleep in his arms, your head on his chest as he smiled at you. Lips pressing to your forehead.

It wasn’t until your second year did you do something about your feelings. Your eyes on Kirishima as he was joking around with Kaminari over Bakugou’s fuming head. You felt yourself walking over, no plan in mind. The girls staring at you as you went, muffled screams because they could tell what was coming.

You didn’t ask, only grabbing Kirishima’s wrist and pulling him so that he could look at you. His face went from grinning, to shock, to a blush erupting to cover his entire face as he realized it was you. His hand slamming against the back of his neck as he apologized for something. Not that it was actually needed. His lips were so pretty, and you were sick of him not being yours. Your hands fisted into the shirt of his collar and brought his lips to yours. Your first kiss with Kirishima a slamming force. You clenched your eyes as your lips pressed against his, and you felt him stiffen against you.

His quirk going off and you pull away, lips stinging because of his mishap.

The screams of the girls were loud, Kaminari’s seemed louder, and Bakugou was laughing loudly. Kirishima returns to normal his face turning redder than his hair as he apologizes. Kirishima admits he likes you so much, and you caught him completely off guard.

So with a breathy laugh, you pull him in close once again and seal your lips over his.

The kiss makes you dizzy as he holds you tightly. His finger gripping your waist as if you would crumble between his fingers.

So the two of you began dating. Four years of a very serious and committed relationship had your heart soaring. The two of you were each other first’s for many things. There was never heartbreak between the two of you. Fights were always avoided, the two of you always talking before things escalated. So it was no surprise on the night before your fifth anniversary, the two of you home in your sweats, did he propose.

You cried, screaming at him for proposing when you looked like this. Kirishima cried as he stayed on his knee, a sparkling ring in his fingers.

“That’s not an answer,” Kirishima says, as you cover your face. Sobs refusing to stop as you shake your head overwhelmed. “A-Are you not ready?”

“EI!” You bawl as you stumble to your feet, and throw yourself into his strong arms. “YOU’RE SO DUMB! Yes, I’ll marry you! Every day for the rest of my life if I could!”

The two of you spent the rest of that night in each other's arms. Tears intermingling on your cheeks as you expressed your love for one another.

Your wedding was unimaginable, intimate, and wondrous.

So here the two of you were. Six months into marriage on your day off he asked to try something new. Your guy’s sex life definitely was not vanilla. Both of you sported your favorite kinks and positions, and you incorporated them into bed. Today he asked something that you never thought you’d hear. So without judging you uttered those words.

“I’d like to try pegging, one day. I just--I don’t know--I feel like I need to try it out!” Kirishima says, scratching his cheek as you laugh.

“Well, I think we should definitely try it out! I hear it’ll be super enjoyable for you.” You agree as you stand up. “Do you want to order it online or go to a sex shop?”

Kirishima sighs as you take a seat on his lap, and his hands rest on your hips. It’s muscle memory at this point as you kiss his cheek. “If the store is open, let’s go?”

“It’s only three in the afternoon, Ei. It’s open.” You laugh as you kiss his flaming cheeks. Kirishima sighs as he stands up from the chair, his arms wrapping around your legs as he carries you.

“No need to be mean!” He pouts, and you laugh as you pepper kisses against his lips as he walks towards your home’s entrance. “I just hope we don’t run into fans again…”

“Hey!” You laugh as he slips on your shoes all while holding you still. “It’s their damn fault for thinking we don’t have kinky sex… or sex at all.”

“You didn’t let me smash for a whole year.” Kirishima laughs as he shifts you in his arms so that he’s holding you piggyback style. You laugh as he puts on his own shoes. Your limbs tightening around his body for support as he’s leaning down.

“It’s because you kept telling me to smash, and the first time it happened you pulled out Super Smash Bros.”

“You’re telling me you denied me for a whole year because of that?!”

“EIJIROU, YOU LITERALLY MADE ME PANIC SO HARD! The girls and I went out to buy me lingerie and everything!!”

“You’re telling me this now? Sorry, y/n, sounds fake.” Kirishima laughs as he stands up, and begins your journey out.

Eventually, you slide off his back, and he takes your hand into his own. The two of you talking as you walk down the streets of your city as you enter the sex shop. You went were you remembered where the strap on dildos and harnesses were. Kirishima, however, seems frozen as you pick out a sturdy harness. It was black and rather daunting as you handed it to Kirishima.

“You get to pick the dildo.” You say, looking at the collection they had.

“T...This is a lot more than what I was expecting.” Kirishima gulps as his hands rake through his flat hair. “Is there a one size fits all?”

You snort at you shake your head, “No, baby. Just like there are no two dicks alike, you have to choose. We can always start with the thinnest one?”

“Yeah. That sounds right.”

You grab a thinner dildo and choose the bright red one. “For my Red Daddy Riot?” You ask, a burst of bubbling laughter in your throat as Kirishima tosses his head back.

“That was one time!”

“It still happened, and you liked it!”

The two of you laughed together as you bought the two things. Even taking pictures with the person at the register because he was in love with you two. Besides that, the two of you left back home.

Steps quick to try it out. Breathing picking up as you reached the house.

Kirishima’s lips were over yours as soon as the front door closed behind him. His strong arm keeping you on his hips as his other one held the black bag.

“Wow, you’re impatient.” You moan against his lips, as you kick your shoes off.

“It’s the nerves.” Kirishima sighs as he walks towards the bedroom, your lips gliding against his.

Your fingers tug at his hair without care, his heavy pants making you grin. You knew his body as well as you knew his own, and hair-pulling always lit a fire under him. Your back pressed into the mattress, and your breathing increases as he shifts. His shirt pulling off his head. You pull away and watch as his scarred chest heaves.

You sit up, your lips pressing light kisses against every scar. Every bruise. Every impurity. Your lips were hot against his skin, and Kirishima’s wordless praises stirred you on. Your hands grabbed his shorts. Without him even realizing it, you’ve removed his shorts, and have him on the bed in two-fluid movements.

“Is the lube, fuck, is the lube in the box?” Kirishima asks as your lips suck the crook of his neck.

You nod your head as you remove your own shirt, and his hands squeeze your breasts. You hiss at the sensation, your hips involuntarily moving as well. Kirishima’s gasping breathes stir you on as you feel his arousal pressing into your ass. “Are you ready?” You ask, your nails running up and down his abs. You know he likes the teasing of the sensation, and he nods his head as you pull away.

Kirishima watches you from the bed as you strip off your shorts. You’re wearing a nice set already, a deep maroon bra and matching thong piece. It wasn’t lingerie. But the color of red against your skin made Kirishima moan as you pull out the lube from your box of other goods. His heart feels like it’s hammering in his throat as you open the harness.

Your eyes locked on his own, a smile on your face as you slip your legs through the ties. Fastening them all tight around your thighs as you spin around for Kirishima when it’s done. It’s tight enough that you feel comfortable, but not loose enough for it to fall off ever. Kirishima groans, his body falling onto the bed as you place the dildo into the harness. Why did you look ravishing like that?

Kirishima feels you climbing onto the bed, your hair tickling his cheeks as you lean down. “On your knees, Red Daddy Riot.” You whisper into his ear, your teeth nibbling his earlobe.

“You’re the worst.” Kirishima groans as he does as commanded, slipping his underwear off. Your teeth bite your lower lip as you stare at his ass. This was a new angle, and it was one you very much enjoyed. Hell, if you looked this hot, it was no wonder why Kirishima loved doggy style. You could see the sharp lines of his body, the muscles rippling in his nervousness. His ass looking firm and delicious as you shuffle closer. A sigh leaving your lips as you rejoice in him being the perfect height for you to peg him.

“I’m going to start with my fingers first.” You inform Kirishima who nods his head.

“Be gentle at first?”

“Like a flower.” You promise as you grab the lube, rubbing a very healthy amount on your index finger and middle finger. “Ready?”

His nod is weak but sure of his request.

So with as much precaution as you can, your index finger slides past his tight hole. You ease it in as Kirishima lets out a string of curses, his body trembling as he almost falls onto his forearms. Your tongue pokes out, unsure if it was okay to savor the way he was feeling or to be actually concerned.

“Does this feel good, baby?” You ask as your finger curls.

“Y-Yes, oh my god, princess…” Kirishima pants as he thrusts his hips out towards you.

Your finger makes it all the way in, and Kirishima cries out your name as you begin to move it back out. Your finger now slowly beginning to thrust into him. Your hips shifting in the excitement in the way he shakes. His chest falling to the mattress as you continue thrusting into him. Kirishima’s moans stirring you on as you add another finger.

H makes audible gawking noise. You chuckle as your free hands trail up and down his muscular thigh. Your hand moves up his inner thigh and then grasps his hard cock. Kirishima’s pleasure and pained moans filling the room as you stroke his length. “You’re taking my fingers so good, baby.” You groan against his rippling back muscles. “I hope this feels as good as you look.”

Kirishima spasms as your nails gently tease the walls of his hole. His nearly shrieking gasps turn you on further. Your hand that is moving down his length his fisting him as you go. A sadistic smile on your face as his cries continue. His body trembling. Your fingers moving in a wave-like function as he gasps prettily.

Your cunt is now throbbing at the sight of your husband like this. The dom in you bleeding out as you remove your fingers from his hole. Your other hand releases his twitching cock as you pull back. Kirishima’s pleading gasps making you laugh as you slap his ass.

“Don’t worry,” You say grabbing the lube and placing a large amount onto the dildo. “I’m not done with you quite yet.”

Kirishima whimpers softly, the noise music to your ears as your lips press against his ass.

“You’re doing so well.” You whisper as you press the head of the red dildo onto his hole, not yet inserting it. Your grin widening as Kirishima rocks his hips, wanting you to thrust in already. “I’m going to put it in now, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, groan, cry, or word.” You warn.

Kirishima’s husky voice lets out a whine, and you shiver at the feeling as you move your hips forward. The head of the dildo sinking into his awaiting hole.

“You didn’t make a sound, I’m impressed. Are you okay, my love?” One of your hands moving up to rub soothing circles on his back as you pressed deeper inside him. Kirishima replied with a weak head nod. Rutting his hips back into you as you entered completely inside him. You wait a moment as his heavy pants let you know he’s still adjusting. Your thighs twitch with your anticipation, and you want nothing more than to thrust into him. The pool of heat within you intensifies as Kirishima drops to his chest.

“I-I’m ready.” He asserts, and you smirk, your hand coming down heavily onto his ass.

“Are you ready to feel how good I am with my cock?” You tease, and Kirishima laughs, his head nodding.

“Show me how you like it.” Kirishima staggers as your hips roll into his ass.

A shriek of pleasure leaves his lips as you begin pushing your hips against his ass. Your pace a lot faster than it probably should have been. You began to buck your hips against him, admiring in the way Kirishima moans loudly. His hips moving to meet yours. You grinned as you landed another hard smack on his ass, expecting a raw noise in response. Your face lits up when your husband sinfully moans at the action, his jaw-dropping as he pants. Your fingers continue running across his soft skin as you watched it redden under your touch. Your handprint was evident in its shape.

“Please, baby, more!” Kirishima gasps as you shift your hips slightly. His back arching as he clutches the fabric between his fingers. You laugh, your head leaning to press a kiss against his spine.

“Kami, you look so damn pretty when you’re crying for me.” You moan, uncaring about your sloppy thrusts for the moment. The way Kirishima is so responsive to your actions is stirring you on. You’re positive that you’ll be coming as soon as he touches you later. You grip his hips, angling your body so that you’re thrusting into him at a better angle. Trying to desperately find that angle that will make his eyes roll to the back of his head. To find the angle that will make him scream and drool. The loud and raw ‘fuck’ that leaves his lips, lets you know you found his prostate. You continue in at that angle, the same power and depth as the rawness of his voice send chills down your spine.

Your body feels like it’s on fire as you feel so much power. Your husband’s continuous whimpering stirring you on. Your right-hand leaves his waist, moving to grasp his still rock hard cock in your grasp. “Oh, poor baby,” You coo. “Does your cock need to come?” You pant, the action of your thrusting hips making you sweat.

“Yes, fuck, baby yes!” Kirishima shouts, his face burying into the mattress as you massage his length up and down. Your hips are relentless against his ass as you continue fucking him. Your laughs nearly inaudible at the sight of him still fucking himself against you.

“What if I don’t want you to come yet.” You pout, your fingers leaving his length, your hips stilling.

“Please let me come, baby, please!” Kirishima pants his hips unapologetic as he continues pushing against the strap-on. You giggle, taking his cock back in your hand. Your arousal slicking against your thighs as you continue.

You’re intent on getting him to come within seconds, and it shows. Your hips are thrusting harder and faster than you’ve gone yet. Your hand fisting along his length, his leaking precum covering your hand. Kirishima’s spluttering shouts fueling your inner lust. His body convulses under your manipulation.

Sinfully loud mewls and moans leave his lips, and you feel his cock spasm. Your hips finding it difficult to go as fast as you had been going as his hole tightens around the dildo.

“Y/N, FUCK!”

Your hand covered instantly in his hot sticky seed. Your lips in a wide grin as your hand continues stroking his length. His fluids continuing to come out in his heavy load. Your thrusting stops, and with a sigh, you pull away. Falling down on your ass as Kirishima collapses. His eyes locked on you as you lick his come off your hands.

“You’re super hot like that.” You inform Kirishima as you shift towards his heaving body to press a kiss to his lips. “I didn’t think you would be so into it.”

You slide off the bed, taking off the harness and letting it fall to the ground as you groan. You remove your panties and show Kirishima just how fucking wet they were. “Just in case you weren’t sure how turned on I was.”

You take off your bra as you crawl back onto the bed, Kirishima turning onto his back as you straddle his torso.

“You still need to come, huh?” Kirishima states. A low hiss escaping his mouth at feeling your throbbing wet cunt against his hips.

“Yeah, I do.” You sigh your fingers teasing your breasts as your husband leans up. His lips pressing against the underside of your breasts. Your head drops back as you feel content. “Are you gonna help me out, or am I going to be forced to fuck you by myself?”

You shriek as you’re on your back, looking up at Kirishima who is trailing his heavy and hot hands down your figure. You moan at the feeling of his teeth biting against your neck. His sharp teeth sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, you’ll know how I felt that entire time,” Kirishima promises, his finger entering your aching core.

“Give it to me, Red Daddy Riot.”

“...I’ll leave.”

“No! You know that I’m only tea--OHMYGOD!”

Kirishima has his once again hard cock slamming into your throbbing pussy. His voice snarling at the sensation as his hands bring your legs over his shoulders. “Now shut up, and let daddy show you how to fuck properly.”

You can’t even tease him as he begins jackhammering into you. Your head slamming into the mattress as a shriek rips through your throat.

[demivampirew]

Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 16

Synopsis: This is the story of (y/n), a successful actress, musician, musical producer and songwriter. After battling depression and breaking up a long relationship, she seeks for a change of air, escaping LA for a while going to visit some friends in London and there she meets Henry. -Disclaimer: some chapters are mostly smut.

Previous Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Triggers:   SMUT ( s&m); use of slang and cursing words; mention of body image issues.

Disclaimer: I made this chapter as a challenge to myself. The idea was to write something inspired by songs and I’ve made a playlist with some songs which parts of the lyrics will be included on the chapter. At the end I’ll post the playlist in the order that the songs appeared. This chapter doesn’t contain vital information to the story (if so, I’ll talk about it again in another chapter), so if you are not into this type of stories, you can skip this chapter and continue with the next one.

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-I've got a surprise for you tonight - you said to Henry as he was turning off the computer after playing games. - Do you? What is it about? - he asked, curious and amused. - If I tell you, it won't be a surprise, right? You replied grinning devilishly and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. - Hmmm... it's a Bond Girl type of surprise? - he questioned as he raised an eyebrow, smirking pleased by the idea. - Well, something like that. - you told him laughing. - Do I have to wear a suit or something? - Let me think... - you paused for a second- Oh... I know... Do you, by any chance, still have the shirt that you used on the video that you appeared with Simon for Vanity Fair to promote Mission Impossible? - you asked him, pouting like an innocent little girl. - The black shirt? Yes, I still got it. I'll put it on for you then. - he assured you, and you smile at him excitedly. - This is going to be a night you won't forget- you promised as you got closer to kiss him. - Oh, every night is a night that'll I never forget. I feel like I remember everything that we've done since I met you. - You're a smooth talker, aren't you Mr Cavill? - you finished as you kissed him.

The great thing about becoming confident with your body again was the fact that you felt free to show another side of you. The part of you which didn't care about anything that people might think and was not afraid to explore when it came to pleasure. When you were with your ex-boyfriend, the first years after you started dating again after a three-year break, you were this woman. You not only enjoyed sex but discover that you liked being in charge. The last years of that relationship, made you put that confident woman in a deep sleep because he failed in making you feel desire. There were periods in which you wouldn't even have sex because he was always "busy" with work. On one occasion, he completely ignored you, that was wearing sexy lingerie as if you were invisible. That affected you a lot. But now, Henry brought back that side of you. He made you feel beautiful and sexy all the time. He didn't shame you for your lust, he enjoyed it as well. His sexual side amused you a lot. He was shy, sometimes a bit too much, but at the same time, you could tell every time that you put yourself in charge of the situation that is was something new for him. He was clearly used to be the one to do most of the work in the bedroom. At first, you could feel that he was surprised by your dominance, by he enjoyed it too much and became his favourite thing. Let you choose the positions and all was something that he became accustomed to. But, he also knew that you were a sucker for his kisses, so he would use that against you to distract you and take the lead again. And you allowed him that because you adored the fact that he had the strength to take you as if you were light as a feather and move you in the position that he pleased at the moment. Between the two of you, there was no doubt that you were the one most comfortable with playing games and creating new situations for fun. This wasn't because he didn't have that on him, because as soon as you started something, he gladly played the role you assigned for him. It was mostly due to a lack of practice. Even though he admitted having one night stands on the past, he was mostly a man that preferred to exclusively being intimate with partners and his previous girlfriends apparently weren't too much into the idea of roleplay and other kinky stuff. You didn't know much about it, because he was a gentleman and respected the intimacy of his former lovers.

The night came. As soon as you finished getting ready, you texted Henry to let him know that he could come into the room. He opened the door and found a chair a few steps away from the bed. There was a note on it that read "Sit and close your eyes until you're told otherwise." He did as it was told. His heart was beating fast due to the excitement and expectation. Moments past and finally he felt the soft touch of your hands on his arms. Then, you grabbed both of his hands and put on a pair of handcuffs. You softly bite the lobule of his ear and his cheek. He laughed as an act of reflex due to the tingly sensation. "Keep your eyes closed" you ordered him as you walked away. Music started to sound in the room. It wasn't partying or romantic music. At first sounded mysterious, like the perfect for the soundtrack of a vampire movie. But, after seconds the tone change into metal. The seductive raspy voice of a woman invaded the room.

I'm the girl you've been thinking about The one thing you can't live without I'm the girl you've been waiting for I'll have you down on your knees, I'll have you begging for more. [ ... ] So how can this be, you're praying to me There's a look in your eyes, I know just what that means I can be, I can be your everything

I can be your whore I am the dirt you created I am your sinner, I am your whore But let me tell you something, baby You love me for everything you hate me for.

"Open your eyes", you ordered. He did that and saw you standing in front of him. You were wearing a black sleeveless latex bodysuit that had a plunging neckline and short boots with pointy heels. In your face, you had a lace masquerade face eye mask and a blood colour lipstick on your lips. Your hair was straight, tight in a high ponytail.  You came closer to him. Slowly, place your index finger on his lips, locked eyes with him and grinning devilish. You turned around as the song finished and a new one started to play. You started to move to the sound of the music.

I must confess I'm addicted to this Shove your kiss straight through my chest I can't deny, I'd die without this Make me feel like a god Music, love and sex (Adrenalize me)

You moved sensually and slowly, touching your own body to the sound of the music and giving him looks, knowing how much he'd loved to be the one touching your body.

Get a little bit higher So we can fall 'til we bleed Push a little bit harder Pull me into the speed So tell me, can you feel this Come into my dream Are you ready to awaken? Are you ready to feed? 'Cause I need to feel Yeah, I need to say

You dropped on your knees and put your hands on the floor as well, classic doggy style position and moved erotically. You give yourself a few spanks, hard enough for him to listen to the sound of the collision of your hand with your butt, even with the loud music playing, and leaving red marks. You crawled to him placing your hands on his thighs and rubbing them. You could see that he was already hard. Lust and desire were visible on his eyes. He wanted you. He wanted you now. But the games were just starting. A new song was playing while you continue moving your hands up and down his thighs.

Is it sick of me To need control of you Is it sick to make You beg the way I do Is it sick of me To want you crawling on your knees Is it sick to say I want you biting down on me

Are you sick like me

Am I beautiful As I tear you to pieces Am I beautiful Even at my ugliest, you always say

I'm beautiful As you tear me to pieces You are beautiful Even at your ugliest, I always say You're beautiful and sick like me

As the song was getting closer to his end, you stood up again and way away from him, offering a nice view of your ass on the way and the stopped and moved your hips from side to side. The following song was from a different band, same style. This was music that Henry wasn't accustomed to, but he was still enjoying the game you were playing with him.

All I desire (Temptation) Keep climbing higher and higher (Temptation)

Adorable creatures (Temptation) (With unacceptable features (Temptation)

And trouble is coming (Temptation) It's just the high course of lovin' (Temptation)

And you can take it or leave it (Temptation) But you better believe it

As the song was playing its chorus, you got closer to him again, giving him a lap dance, close enough for him to feel the heat that your body emanated by not close enough to touch. You were driving crazy. You turned around and sit on his thighs, facing him. You kissed him and felt his desperation with the touch of his tongue with yours. You bit his chin and licked his Adam's apple. You touched the entirety of his chest. Then, you kneeled as you lift his shirt and lick and bite his chest, concentrating mostly on his nipples. He moaned louder than the heavy music playing. A new song started to play as you decided to end his suffering. Still, on your knees, you unzipped his pants and grabbed his member and started to please him with your mouth.

Beware the night Beware the night before the dawn Beware the dark when light is gone For there's a phantom lust to wake They wanna make you bend and scream They wanna take your hand and lead you in the light of Venus, girl Come let them take you for a ride Forget the lord and cross tonight And let your carnal lust prevail tonight Oh, demons come at night and they bring the end Oh, demons are a girl's best friend Oh, demons come alive and they take command Oh, demons are a girl's best friend

The song continued playing till the end, while you pleasured your boyfriend. This wasn't like other times, in which you did it slowly and tenderly. This time, you went fast and deep. Many times you went completely out of breath as you reached the base of his cock as this was inside your throat and your mouth. More than once you went as deep that you managed to licked his testicles while he was still inside of you. You took him out of your mouth, tasting the sperm coming out of him and stroking it. You stood up again and started to dance again to the music, giving him time to recover for another round.

When the night just strikes through you And the night just spreads its legs and open up for you When the day is dead to you And the silvery starlight seductively glimmers through

Its Night... Night!

When the night just comes for you And its fingers just crawl and move deep inside of you When the light is drawn from you And you sear your lips and let the sweet poison come on through

Its Night Night Electric Night

The world lies silent The night burns of wrath

You got closer to him again. You planned to uncuff him but that'd be like unleashing a savage beast. You were not planning to give him power. You made him stand up and walk to the bed, still with both of his hands tight to his back. He sat on the edge of the bed, as you open the handcuffs, realising one of his hands and tightening the other to the bed. Then you grabbed a tie from the closet and used it to trap his other hand. You sat on top of him and softly press your body against his. You kissed, licked and bite his neck for a bit and later kissed on his mouth, biting his lips now and then. After that, you unbuttoned his shirt and scratched his chest and bite his nipples. He was more than ready for the second round. You pulled the panties part of the bodysuit aside and entered Henry's cock inside of you and began to ride him. You change the pace of your movements to the rhythm of the song playing at the moment.

She looks like the girl The girl you ever wanted She looks like the girl The girl who could Give you everything And kisses run like hell And she like it She's got the look That could kill And you see the greed in her eyes It is far too late [ ... ] Too late to run Too late to hide There is no escape When she is hunting you And she is hunting you Tonight She takes everything from you She is uses you With her Body of sin You are addicted to her touch And you lose yourself in her Dangerous smile

Henry was grabbing the tie with one hand and the chain of the handcuff with the other; he was desperate to touch you, to grab you and make you his until you scream his name. You then sat on his face, letting him taste you and pleasure you. It felt so good to have his tongue inside you as well as licking and sucking your clit. After you reached an orgasm, you sucked him again before sitting on his cock for one last time.

Just a little bit, just a little, bitch You've got a pussy, I have a dick So what's the problem? Let's do it quick So take me now before it's too late Life's too short, so I can't wait [ ... ] Just a little bit be my little bitch You've got a pussy, I have a dick So what's the problem? Let's do it quick So take me now before it's too late Life's too short, so I can't wait

The last song played and you moved fast to its beat. You could feel his big and thick member inside of you, getting in and out so fast that it hurt, but you liked the pain; it felt wonderful. When you saw he was about to release, you changed position and quickly put it in your mouth, sucking him until he finished, leaving your mouth full of his cum. You shallowed it and then decided to free him. He was exhausted. His heart beat so fast all that time, so as soon as he was able to catch a breath, he fell in a deep sleep. You laughed and left him to sleep as you went to the bathroom to take off your clothes and makeup, shower and then go to sleep with him.

Playlist:

In this Moment- Whore In this Moment- Adrenalize In this Moment- Sick Like Me Cradle Of Filth - Temptation POWERWOLF - Demons Are A Girl's Best Friend Deathstars - Night Electric Night Blutengel - Vampire Rammstein- Pussy

[vintage-story-time]

MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 12

Jim sat back on his knees and caught his breath. Julie was still crouching by the side of the bed, giving him a knowing smile. As he watched, she moved her index finger into Kitten's soupy cuntlips, coating it with Kitten's juices and then moved the glistening finger to her own mouth. She sucked it clean and Jim's cock, still hard as ever, bobbed up and down at the erotic sight. 'Fuck, Julie would like to eat Kitten out, too!' he realized. He wondered if Kitten knew it was Julie's finger, wondered if the actress swung both ways like Julie and his sister. Julie stood up, moved closer to where Jim knelt and brought her face down to his. She Frenched him for a moment, then whispered in his ear, "Lean back and get ready for a little payback." He sat back, resting his back on the cold metal endboard as Julie straightened up and spoke to Kitten. "I told you he was good, Kitten...." Julie said as she walked around the top of the bed and Kitten's faceless head rolled to follow the sound of her voice, "...and I know you'd like to lay there and relax after that great cuntlicking but.....get on your knees!" Julie's voice took on a hard edge as she ordered her client around. Immediately, Kitten struggled to her knees on the bed, facing where Julie's voice had last come from. This gave Jim his first view of the back of the suit, all the straps and buckles that ran from the small of her back to the neck of the suit. And the belt that bond her wrists. 'She's a kinky little thing!' Jim thought as he watched Julie walked down the length of the bed to stand at his right.

"Turn around...." Julie said to Kitten as her hand ran across Jim's chest, "..now walk down here..that's it." Kitten pivoted around and walked on her knees toward where Jim reclined as Julie took her hand off his chest and took a step toward the moving Kitten. Jim moved his legs apart as Kitten's knees hit them. "Stop!" Julie said to Kitten and her client became still, awaiting new orders as her tongue once again wetted her lips. "Now, show your stud some gratitude," Julie said as her right hand slid under Kitten's black ponytail, her palm against the back of her head. Then, rather roughly, she pushed Kitten's head down sharply and the girl practically fell on him. Jim was able to grab her descending shoulders but her forehead thumped against his chest, the soft hair of her ponytail fanning itself across him. "Make the slut suck YOU now!" Julie said to Jim, as she tossed her own dark hair from her face and reached for the top button of her blouse. She undid it and started on the one below it, keeping her eyes on Jim's face. Jim felt Kitten begin kissing his stomach as the end of his upthrust dick rubbed into the bottom of her latex jaw. He knew he wasn't going to have to make Kitten suck him - she wanted it. As much as he did. He pushed back on her shoulders and Kitten got the idea, moving her knees backward slightly and shifting her weight back on her haunches so Jim didn't have to hold her upper body up anymore. Wanting to watch her mouth, Jim took his left hand and swept Kitten's hair over and to the right side of her head. His cock had slid across her shiny red cheek, leaving a slender line of pre-cum to mark its passage, and he saw Kitten moving her lips around in an effort to locate his dick, which had fallen against his stomach. He raised his face to find Julie dropping her bra on the floor; her awesome cantaloupe-sized fake tits barely sagged without the garment. Julie hadn't said she'd be joining in; as far as he knew it was supposed to be him and the client only. "That slut swallowing your cock yet?" she said with a wink as she came and dropped to her knees by the side of the bed. Her palms cupped her large tits, the tits he'd fucked the night before, and he saw her eyes drop to watch Kitten blindly search for the cockmeat she knew was near. "Stud, you sadistic fuck.....don't tease the little slut," Julie purred. Jim used his left palm on Kitten's shiny forehead and tilted her face up slightly. His right hand fisted the base of his erection and he lay the bottom of his bulbous cockknob against Kitten's parted lips. As soon as the bottom of his cockhead touched her lips, Kitten's pink tongue was out and on it. Her tongue swept back and forth across the bottom of his flared glans like she'd found a sweet, fat lollipop. Jim couldn't help chuckling deep in his chest at the electric thrills her tongue gave him. "Look at that hot bitch!" Julie said lustfully.....so lustfully that Jim had to look at her again. Julie's eyes were riveted on Kitten's mouth and her mouth was even hanging open. This was really turning on Julie, too. In the back of his mind, Jim wondered why it was so much. Elizabeth heard her lover's voice close by again and knew she was watching the beginnings of the blowjob she was going to give her client. It was time for her to earn her money. She tried to move her mouth up and over the top of his dick but the hand on her forehead made it impossible. That momentary extra shot of helplessness was exquisite to her and she hoped he was going to make her work for it. But then the pressure of his hand relaxed and her lips slid over the crown of his prick and she pushed her mouth down around the fat head. She heard the man draw in his breath as her lips past off the head and molded themselves to his shaft. Breathing through her nose, Elizabeth slowly took three inches of the hefty cock into her loving mouth. Her tongue worked on the bottom of his shaft, pushing his spongy glans against the roof of her mouth. This drew

added gasps from the man and some more talk from Julie. "That's a good slut......suck that big dick! ....your stud is loving your hot mouth....God, you ought to see his face." Elizabeth was imagining his face in her mind; she was still thinking about Antonio, imagining it was his Latin cock she was blowing. Blind, without the use of her hands and bent over as if in prayer, she began twisting her mouth in a corkscrewing motion around shaft as she bobbed her head up and down. Julie was loving the lascivious sight of sister sucking brother, of the innocent farm boy being blown by his sexually liberated, big city sister. Something that she'd orchestrated, the ultimate sin, and neither would ever know. Being an only child, Julie would never be able to experience what had to be the most intimate, most intense, sex imaginable. Ever since she was fourteen and she'd heard rumors about some kid at school, rumors about things she'd done with an older brother, she'd imagined having a sibling of her own. A sister that would share her bed......but her parents had not considered having another child after Julie's birth. Now she was living out her fantasies through Jim and Elizabeth. Tweaking her small stiff nipples and rubbing her groin against the side of the bed, she watched the girl she loved rotate her lips on the top portion of her brother's crimson-hued member. Jim still had his right hand around the base, holding it steady under Lizzie's unrecognizable gyrating head. The top of his fist was slick with his sister's glistening saliva; Julie could see small rivulets of spit on the two inches of Jim's shaft between his fist and the lowest apogee of Elizabeth's full lips. "Feed her that prick, stud!.....Jack it in her mouth!" Julie ordered as the idea came to her - she wanted to see them do everything. Jim looked at her with lidded eyes as she ran her left hand on his shoulder. Julie made a jacking motion with her right hand so he would understand and saw that he got the message. 'Fuck, Julie, you're gonna kill me!' Jim wanted to say. Kitten was giving him the best blowjob he'd ever had and she wanted him to whack himself too? 'Oh, I'm sure that'll just prolong the whole thing.' But he knew he had to do what she said; it was part of their agreement. For all he knew, it was something that Kitten had requested! Gritting his teeth to keep from groaning anymore than possible, he began stroking his slippery dick and felt Kitten's soft lips bang into his fingers. "That's it! Do it harder...harder," Julie encouraged him and he picked the pace up, the frequency of his strokes sometimes coinciding with Kitten's twisting lips and sometimes not. Jim was enjoying the feeling but he didn't think it could last long. It was all too much. Beside him, Julie stood and ran her hands back through her hair. She looked like she'd been having sex, all flushed with excitement. 'God, let me fuck Julie before I leave!' Jim almost prayed. 'Just once between those legs!' He watched her legs as she moved her knees on the mattress, onto the space between the side of the bed and Kitten's hip. Julie's left hand lovingly stroked one of Kitten's latex forearms as her right hand moved from view behind the shiny red hillocks of Kitten's upthrust derriere. Kitten squealed around his throbbing rod, then began moaning as she continued blowing him. Elizabeth was seeing stars in the darkness before her eyes as she willed herself to continue sucking the client's prick. This was undoubtedly the wildest scene Julie had ever gotten her into. Her body felt super hot in the confines of the suit, the client was beginning to hump up into her mouth, sending his cockhead into the opening of her throat while he fisted himself against her lips, and now, Julie's long finger was working its way in her pussy. It was only a matter of who would come first - her or the client. Jim couldn't take anymore blowjob - he was going to shoot any second. He wanted to shoot his load in Kitten's super

mouth but he wanted to show Julie that he could give Kitten more. 'Fucking her after all this..that'll show Julie!' he decided. He felt himself beginning to lose control and hurriedly pushed Kitten up and off his hair-trigger erection with his left hand on her throat. Kitten sucked in a breath and then moaned blindly at his chest. For a second he thought he'd cut it too close. He tightly squeezed his shaft just below the head and felt his sperm begin the journey from his balls and then back up as it found no exit. "Aaaaggghh," he growled as he waited for the pressure to ease. It did after about thirty seconds. He opened his eyes, slowly let his hand relax and watched a thin stream of cum bubble out of his pisshole. He looked up to see Julie push Kitten back on her haunches and then she sat by his stomach and kissed him. Her lips felt feverish as he was sure his did also. He moved his face into her hair and whispered, "I want to fuck her." She whispered back, "That can be arranged."

[vaniri]

Hostage [Arthur Morgan x Reader]

Ono, I’ve committed another smutty fic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Y’all remember “Kidnapped”? It’s the sequel. Arthur and reader's relationship develops and it leads to some smutty stuff. 

It’s mad long. And weird. And a little bit kinky, too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but I know you like it ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) smut ahead, of course.

BIG THANKS TO @ugh-my-back WHO DID THE BETA-READING AND HELPED ME GREATLY WITH LITERALLY EVERYTHING 😭❤️❤️❤️

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You've been with the van der Linde gang for weeks.

You were never truly their hostage. Arthur stated clearly why he brought you to camp, but even after realizing how much they could demand for your release, none of the folks treated you like you'd expect someone in your position to be treated. They untied your hands immediately and didn't tie them back when you sobered up; they let you sleep off your inebriation on a quite comfy cot and fed you in the morning; they never locked you up or constricted you in any other way, they let you walk among them freely. Well, almost freely, as there was always someone who had an eye on you.

Arthur was that someone, to be exact. He was always watching, always close to you, yet still keeping his distance. You didn’t mind that, at least at the beginning. You never talked about what had happened on his horse and acted pretty civil towards each other, but you couldn't deny that this night woke something in you. Something that not only didn't want to subside even after you realized that he probably wasn't interested in taking your friendship to the next level, but grew stronger with every passing day.

Despite his rough nature, Arthur Morgan - yes, you eventually learned his last name - turned out to be a fine man. He realized pretty quickly that you had no idea how to survive in a world outside your family mansion and was kind enough to teach you the basics of living in the wilds. First, he showed you how to shoot a gun, letting you train with his own revolver, which seemed pretty intimate to you. And so were his touches when he corrected your position or readjusted your grip. You tried your best to focus, but every brush of his coarse hands against your skin felt like a flame spreading in your body, making your knees weak. He was probably fully aware of the effect he had on you, but never said anything about it, never took advantage of it, nor acted improperly, even despite the fact you were usually alone during these lessons. To your surprise, you realized that you actually felt sad about that.

But he wasn't completely passive, you noticed at some point, he did show some interest in you. Sometimes you could have even sworn that he was purposefully teasing you. Seemingly innocent smiles that belied not so innocent thoughts, given away by that mischievous twinkle in his eyes. The way he put his hands on your shoulders when he joined your conversations, or these subtle "accidental" touches when he was passing you, that carried a hidden message you couldn’t fully understand. He sure wanted something from you, but never expressed it clearly. It was confusing.

You were determined to figure that out. To figure him out. You tried to spend as much time as possible in his company, helping him out with his camp chores, or just sitting beside him by the campfire. One evening, when you were slightly tipsy and in great mood - thanks to equally tipsy Sean and his stories - you gathered up enough courage to put your hand atop Arthur's. He let you keep it there, and you saw a glimpse of a slight smile tugging at his lips for a while, but that was the only reaction your gesture provoked. Maybe he was reluctant to open up and show his feelings in front of the gang members, you thought later, a man like him could not want the others to see his softer and vulnerable side. So you changed your approach.

You were doing everything to spend as much time with him outside the camp as possible, trying to bond and waiting for him to reveal his true intentions. You were trying to get closer to him during your shooting lessons. You also eagerly followed him on his everyday hunting trips, which he allowed, as you were supposed to learn how to provide food in the wilds. Yes, you definitely needed those skills. And you tried hard to do as he was saying, but you were usually too occupied with studying him and just enjoying your time alone to actually listen to his instructions.

"You're gonna be so dead when we finally release you." He commented one day, when you missed a clear shot because you were more interested by the way Arthur bit on his lower lip while focusing than the animal before you.

"If you release me." You corrected, giving him a sheepish smile. He didn't look angry though, rather kind of amused. "So far my father doesn’t seem willing to pay you anything. Maybe he just threw your letter on the pile of "to read when I'm not so busy" papers, which is never, as he’s always busy. That sounds like him. Maybe he didn't even notice that his "beloved" daughter's gone missing. Or maybe…" You moved closer to him, and his eyes involuntarily darted to your lips. Interesting. "you misinterpreted and I'm not worth anything."

You hoped that having you so close, alone and looking him straight in the eyes, will spur him into action. For a moment it seemed to be working, he leaned in and slightly tilted his head, as if he was going to kiss you. And you were sure he was, so you slowly closed the gap between you two, but when your lips nearly brushed his, he drew back, avoiding your gaze. You immediately thought that you misunderstood his intentions and felt like a fool. How could you have expected that a man like him would want to kiss a woman like you? Teasing, innocent flirting, and even that damn night were one thing, but this? This was probably too intimate and meaningful.

"[Y/N], why’d you leave your home?" He asked suddenly, when you were on the way to your horse. A fine beast Arthur stole for you one day and taught you to ride properly - like an outlaw, not a lady.

"What? Why are you asking?"

"You told me that your family treated you badly, but... I thought you came here prepared, having some basic survival skills."

"I have them now, right? You taught me how to shoot a gun, and I do it fine when my target stands motionless right before me. You also taught me how to fish, and how to cook over an open fire. I can survive now, barely, but I would manage somehow. Why, are you going kick me out now? Or you're just going to nag me about that deer I missed?"

"No and no. I'm just wondering what was the real reason you left your home, so suddenly and without a plan."

"It wasn't sudden, it was growing in me for years. That feeling, an awful realization that I don't want to live my life as my parents' doll, or a prize wife of some boring prick, who can't see past the sum on his bank account. I knew that if I'd stayed, I could have never truly been myself. I just wanted to live, for real. Make my own decisions and finally be free. And maybe see a bit of the world, too."

"But your little adventure ended pretty quickly, with a bunch of outlaws" He remarked, approaching you in two long strides. "who kidnapped you and now keep you as their hostage."

"I was a hostage before our paths crossed, Arthur." You pointed out somberly, mounting your horse. "Yes, you kidnapped me to make me your hostage, but also gave me more freedom than I could have ever imagined. You freed me from my previous life, and now you’re giving me the possibilities to lead another one. An independent one. A life of my own. Looking at it all now, I can tell for sure that meeting you that night was the best thing that ever happened to me. You are right, I came here completely unprepared. I could have been robbed, raped, murdered even. But you found me before any of that happened, and even though your intentions were impure, I'm really grateful for that."

The man said nothing about your confession, only nodded as if in understanding. But looking at the way he reacted to it - by grabbing his belt, what was, as you'd learned from observing him, how he kept himself comfortable in stressing situations; and lowering his eyes - you could say for sure that your words got to him.

“I really mean it, Arthur.”

"If I knew I was being a knight on a white horse, I would sure act like one. Or at least wouldn't act like a bastard. I'm sorry, [Y/N]. For treating you so horribly." He raised his head and looked you in the eyes with something you could only define as shame. "I just... wasn't myself that day. I mean, I'm an idiot every day, but then I was even a bigger fool than usual. I'm sorry for that, [Y/N], truly."

"I'm not mad, but it confused me. You confuse me." You admitted. "You did something like that to me, said we were going to be friends, and then didn't act on that promise. You were teasing me for weeks, getting my hopes for something more up, and then doing nothing about it. What do you want from me, Arthur Morgan? What you really want?"

"I... don't know, [Y/N]. I legit don't know anymore. That day I was really desperate, okay? I met someone from my past, someone who was very dear to me, and that encounter didn't go well, to say the least. I came to that saloon to drink my sorry ass into a stupor and forget about everything and everyone around me. But instead of finding my solace in alcohol, I found you. I don't even know what I was thinking that night, I was drunk, angry, and so damn hopeless."

Seeing the everyday facade of a cruel and heartless outlaw Arthur usually hid behind, it was so easy to forget that he was still a man capable of feeling and showing emotions, full of self-doubt and uncertainty about his own morality and the actions he took. So far you hadn't had many occasions to behold this side of him, and watching it surge to the surface now was so completely unexpected that you were sitting there stunned, not knowing what to say. Should you comfort him somehow? Should you ask him what made him so sad? Tell him you had no idea he didn't feel well, because he didn't look or act like that? You were absolutely bewildered. All you could do was watch as he grabbed your reins, as if he feared you could leave before he could say all the things he wanted you to hear, and looked at you with remorse in his eyes.

"I took you with me because I thought that I could... we could..." He tried to explain himself. "Yes, it was mostly about money, but also... You was so nice to me, and I just didn't want to be alone that night. With you I felt better, and later I saw that you was fond of me. Of course you was, idiot me made you hopeful for something more between us. And honestly, I've been thinking about it since that night. But I can't do this to you, [Y/N]. I'm an outlaw, murderer, a bad man..."

"Not in my eyes." You cut him off, and before he had a chance to open his mouth and speak again, you leaned down to him and pressed your lips against his. Maybe it was wrong, you didn't think it through, just acted on an impulse; but at that moment you wanted him to shut up and stop degrading himself.

He was clearly surprised by your bold move, but didn't push you away, which you took as a sign to continue. You kissed a man only once in your life, when you were fifteen and slightly smitten with the garden boy your family hired, but you instinctively knew what to do. Or at least you thought you did. Luckily for you, after a moment of shock, Arthur decided to not only kiss you back - the realization that he was no longer just passively letting you kiss him without taking any action made the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazies - but also take the lead. The kiss became unexpectedly passionate within seconds; carried away with all the feelings that surged over him, Arthur pulled you off your horse and pressed against his muscular chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you. After denying the need to be loved for so long he was absolutely love-starved and your affection intoxicated him completely. At some point of your heated makeout he lost balance and landed on the ground, with you on top of him. But he didn't break the kiss even for a second.

The feeling of his voracious lips against yours drove you completely insane, but you lost the last bits of control over yourself when he pushed his tongue past your teeth, and hungrily explored your mouth. Your hands were all over him even before the fall, but now one of them snuck between your pressed bodies, into his pants, and grabbed his crotch. Through the thin fabric of his union suit you could feel the outline of his member perfectly; he was still quite flaccid, but after a couple of firm strokes you felt it harden under your touch. Arthur's lips finally left yours and let out a shaky breath. He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes when a wave of pleasure surged through his body.

"[Y/N], stop." He whispered softly, trying to grab your wrist. Your hand immediately stopped its movements, but didn't withdraw from his pants.

"Is something wrong?"

"You ain't never laid with a man before, have you?"

"Why do you think that?" You probably weren't doing as good as you thought. Or your poor kissing skills gave you away.

"That's pretty obvious. You come from a good family, so you was probably raised to be a decent girl, and your innocence was highly protected."

"I'm not so decent anymore, remember? But you are correct, I’ve never been with man before. Is that a problem?"

"Not for me." He blessed you with the prettiest and warmest smile you have ever seen in your life.

"I want you, Arthur." You confessed, before he had a chance to belittle himself or say something about him not being good enough for a 'lady like you'. "I would love you to be my first." And only, crossed your mind unexpectedly.

Arthur seemed to be both delighted and slightly worried about your statement. He felt honored and absolutely overjoyed that you openly declared your willingness to be with a man like him, ugly and miserable outlaw, who had nothing to offer to you. But he also knew that you could do better. Still, it was your decision and damn, at this moment he felt like he could do anything you asked for, respecting your choices - even these poor ones, like him - included. So despite his doubts, he decided to let you have him. But not like that, you deserved something better than quick dirty sex on the forest floor.

"Then at least let me make sure you enjoy it properly." He suggested and pulled your hand out of his trousers, then kissed it courteously. You would happily have him here and now, you didn't really care about it being special or memorable, like your mother used to say about your 'future wedding night', but eventually you agreed to do it his way.

Unluckily for you, your first time together had to be put off due to unpredictable circumstances the gang had encountered. One day Arthur, John, and Dutch came back from Valentine all bloodied up and with Strauss yelling something about being shot. You weren’t told exactly what happened, but you knew it was something bad. And big. Dutch ordered an immediate pack-up, in which you were actively involved, and you had to move your camp, very suddenly and to another state.

In Lemoyne things were different. Arthur was spending days on playing local lawmen and trying to outwit these two wealthy families, all to get to their money. You were usually busy with camp chores you were given as a member of the van der Linde gang. It's been over two months since Arthur brought you in and at this point everyone had already forgotten that you were actually a hostage there. For the first couple of weeks the folks were pretty hopeful that you could make them rich enough to make most of their problems go away - you were worth a small fortune, it seemed. But days were passing, another letters were sent, and your father didn’t even deign to send a word back. So after a few attempts to contact him, to no avail, no one probably believed that they would see even a cent for you. Dutch still had faith, being overly optimistic about matters associated with possible money income was peculiar to him, but the others understood that you were probably a lost cause. No one really minded though, as you were, by any means, one of them now.

Despite his rather tight schedule, Arthur could always find time to spend a moment with you. He wasn't a fan of public displays of affection, so among the others you confined yourselves to light brief touches and deep meaningful looks. He wasn't ashamed of what was between you two though, or trying to hide your relationship - he stated clearly and to everyone that you were his woman now and the other boys should back off. He just preferred to enjoy it in private. When no one was watching, he was becoming a completely different man. And it wasn't only about heated kisses and intimate (but never too intimate) touches you exchanged when you were lying together at night, or sitting alone by the fire. It was more about the connection that was born between you two. After some time Arthur grew so comfortable around you that he wasn’t afraid to show you his real face. He could talk about everything, or just sit in silence and enjoy your company. You learned more about his insecurities, his doubts, and even his thoughts about the situation the gang wound up in. He told you about his past and you gladly shared your story. It felt so good to be able to let it all out, for both of you; to finally have someone so close and trusted that opening up didn't feel wrong. You were beginning to be really satisfied with your life. But your happy times couldn't last forever.

Due to the character of his "profession", and also his short temper, Arthur often came back to camp covered in blood, bruises, and sometimes even wounded. You were never happy about that, but despite that you always helped clean these up, or patched your man up if needed. At some point you even got kind of used to that. At least he was fine after all, you told yourself. But one time he didn't come back. Dutch said they had split during the parley with that enemy gang and later he was nowhere to be found. It was so unlike Arthur to disappear without a word, in such an important moment, and you dreaded to think what could have happened to him. The truth about his disappearance came to light a couple days later, when he appeared unexpectedly in Clemens Point, wearing nothing but his union suit, and fell off his horse before anyone could reach him, weak and limp with fever and pain that grisly gunshot wound in his shoulder surely caused. He only managed to gasp out that the parley was a set-up and he got captured by that bastard Colm O'Driscoll, who tortured him and planned to use as a bait, and fell into a deep slumber.

He was bedridden for almost three weeks. First couple of days he lay completely unconscious with high fever. You stayed with him all day and all night, leaving his side only for a short while to catch some sleep, and tried to help him as best you could. You were no nurse, but you remembered how in your childhood days your family maids were taking care of you when you fell ill, and also listened to Grimshaw's advice. You put cold compresses on Arthur's forehead, around his wrists and ankles to bring down his fever. You washed the sweat away from his skin regularly and made sure his wound was clean and bandages always fresh. And, most importantly, you talked to him, almost all the time, hoping he could hear your voice and go back to you. Dutch said it was probably blood poisoning that got him, and thus he could not survive this. But you knew Arthur was a fighter, he wouldn't give up so easily. Not now. And you were right - after what seemed to be forever, he finally opened his eyes. His path to full recovery was long and painful - so much that two or three times he even agreed to take morphine Swanson offered him - but at least he was alive.

"What are you doing there?" You were delighted as one day, when you brought him a bowl of freshly made stew, you found him on the pier instead of his cot, sitting and scribbling something in his journal. He finally had enough energy to get up and walk around camp, which was a very good sign.

"Drawing."

"What?"

"You." He raised his head and took a quick look at you, for reference apparently, then went back to sketching.

"May I see?" You could always just crane your neck and glance at his creation, but no matter how curious you were, you always respected his privacy.

"Absolutely not." Arthur closed his journal and tucked his pencil behind his ear. "It's not finished yet."

"Will it ever be?" You gave him a simpering smile and handed him the stew. He gladly accepted, which was another good sign. "You look better."

"It's probably because I feel better. A bit dirty and unkempt, but definitely better."

"I could give you a trim If you want." You quickly examined his bushy beard, neglected since the day he disappeared, and his definitely longer than usual hair. Yeah, you should be able to deal with that. Hopefully. "And there's plenty of water around us, help yourself."

"A trim sounds nice, but I’ll better leave swimming in the lake to John." He decided, finally giving some attention to the bowl he was holding.

An amused smile tugged at your lips when you heard his comment. Normally sarcastic and witty Arthur was extraordinarily meek and silent during his recovery days. Seeing the old him back made you feel certain that he was indeed doing better.

"I'll leave you with your food now. Holler if you need me for more drawing reference."

"[Y/N] wait. Ride with me to Rhodes." He called after you. "I mean, not today, I'm probably not ready to ride a horse yet. But in a few days maybe. I could take a bath, and then we could spend some time together. Alone."

You knew exactly what he meant and felt your heart flutter in your chest. You had to wait a long time, but you knew he wouldn't forget about his promise. You really wanted that, so you nodded immediately, maybe a bit too enthusiastically, but you were not ashamed of how eager to spend some time alone with him you were and intended to show it to him. Arthur only smiled at you, in that exact way that made you want to take his face in your hands and press your lips against his in a long and passionate kiss, and got back to eating.

You arrived in Rhodes a week later. You didn't like this place, something about it made you feel uneasy, but having Arthur at your side helped to keep your nerves at bay. He booked a room in the saloon, and two baths, so you could focus on each other and not the fact that you smell and feel like a mixture of sweat and horseshit. You went first. You liked to keep yourself clean and did it regularly, as much as possible when living in a camp somewhere in the wild, so you needed only a quick scrubbing, and after making sure your most important parts were washed properly you could go back to your room. Arthur needed a little more time to make himself acceptably clean, so you had a moment to prepare yourself for what was going to happen. You had no idea how, though. Should you undress and wait for him sprawled on the bed, wearing nothing but a seductive smile? Or should you keep your clothes on and let Arthur take care of that matter himself? Should you do something with your hair? Or prepare your lower parts somehow? You had no clue, so you did what your instincts told you. And left the rest to him.

When he came back to your room a couple minutes later, he found you sitting comfortably on the bed, with the first two buttons of your shirt open and the belt already unbuckled. He sure liked what he saw, you figured, looking at the contented smile that flickered across his face. And you had to admit that you also liked the view before you - Arthur didn't bother to put his shirt back on, knowing that he would have to take it off again in a few moments, so his broad chest and deliciously muscled stomach were on full display. And those arms. You couldn't take your eyes off him, you always knew this man was attractive, but in this moment you realized how much. You wanted to touch him, run your fingers through the hair on his chest, follow his happy trail down his abdomen, past the waistband of his trousers, straight into his underwear…

"My my, look at you. I barely shucked off my shirt and you're all ready to jump on me." Arthur locked the door, so no drunken patron could disturb you. "Nervous?"

"A bit. But I really want you."

"Yes, I can see that." He sat beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. His eyes roamed over your figure, lingering a bit longer on your cleavage. "I must warn you though. I ain't a gentle man when it comes to sex. I won't hurt you, but I like it rough."

"I know. I mean, I wouldn't expect anything else from a man like you. I’m ready."

"You're a smart girl. I knew you'd figure that out."

He took your hand in his and, without a word, guided it into his pants. His rough pubes brushed against your palm and you felt your heart pound fast in your chest, in unison with intensifying with every second throbbing between your legs, when your fingers finally found what you craved the most. You instinctively wrapped them around his still soft dick and gave it a few experimental strokes, reveling in soft pants that escaped his seductively parted lips. Arthur didn't say anything, didn't spur or instruct you in any way, only watched with a contented smile how eager to pleasure him you were. Even though you lacked certain skills, your hand felt amazing on his cock and he let you know about that by letting out a quiet but expressive groan that made you shift your gaze from his still clothed crotch to his slightly flushed face.

You locked your eyes with him as he caressed your cheek. You kept stroking him, experimenting with the pace and grip, and felt his member slowly harden under your touch. The effect you had on your man made you immensely proud of yourself. He looked like a wonder, with his naked chest rising and falling rapidly, rosy cheeks, and that lascivious smile that sent a wave of pleasant heat straight to your core. You couldn't resist and pressed your lips against Arthur's, tentatively at first, but you deepened the kiss when you felt his hands play with your breasts. You didn't put your camisole back on after the bath - pointless, you thought - so now only the thin fabric of your shirt separated your skin from his touch. It still felt good though, his skilled fingers made you shiver, kneading your flesh and rubbing your now erect nipples.

"I'd love to see them." He unexpectedly broke the kiss and, to your discontent, took his hands off you. "Show me your tits."

You obediently undid one button, then another, trying not to go too fast so you didn't seem too keen. Arthur's eyes were following every move your fingers made and you were sure he wouldn't mind, or would even prefer it, if you just ripped your clothes off. You felt his lustful gaze on your skin and knew he was very willing to see you naked, but even though he didn't hurry or scold you for undressing too slowly; he was only watching you fumble with your shirt, waiting patiently until you finally revealed your chest to him.

"You're so pretty." He purred, taking in the sight before him. He gently cupped one breast, then the other one, and you closed your eyes, succumbing to the sensation. "You like it when I touch them, don't you?"

"I like your touch in general, no matter what you're touching."

Arthur chuckled gutturally at your response.

"Good girl." But even though he was clearly pleased with you and your reactions, he took his hands off you, again. "I like your touch, too."

"So I've noticed." Your eyes darted to his crotch and that impressive bulge his dick made there.

"Eager to get back to business?" He undid his trousers and drew his half-hard cock out in one swift motion. You were staring with your mouth agape, absolutely enthralled, when he gave it a few unhurried tugs, letting out a quiet groan - his reaction was probably a bit exaggerated, but it sure had its effect on you. You wanted to make him groan like that, to make him moan and harden in your grasp, so you put your hand atop his, trying to make your intentions clear. "You want me to teach you how to jerk a man, me, off properly?"

You nodded vigorously.

"Don't get me wrong, you did amazing there." He assured, taking your hand in his and putting it on his member, making you wrap your fingers around it. "But I strongly believe that it's really important to learn what your partner likes most. And tell them what gets you going, too."

"Show me then."

Arthur guided your hand down on his shaft, then back up to the head, where he made you tighten your grip a little, and again to the base of his cock. He repeated the whole motion a couple times, going slowly, so you could watch his reactions and memorize how to cause them. Your eyes flicked to his flushed face, then back to your hand working on his dick, and you felt the throbbing between your legs grow unbearably strong. You were fighting the urge to touch yourself, give yourself some pleasure before Arthur could take care of the matter, but you decided to focus on satisfying him first. Your fingers couldn't measure up to what he was going to do with you anyway, and it was definitely worth the wait.

Gradually picking up the pace, he stroked himself to full hardness with your hand, and then released it, letting you go on your own. You eagerly followed his instructions and jerked him off with firm but unhurried tugs, adding a bit more pressure where you noticed he clearly liked it. Arthur loved every second of it, especially how bold and creative with your other hand you were, massaging his balls and raking your nails along the insides of his thighs, even though he hadn't suggested that. Pleasure took over him completely quicker that he could have anticipated, having considered being with an inexperienced woman, and he was barely able to control himself. He threw his head back and bucked his hips up, letting out a loud moan that was probably heard in the entire saloon.

"Shit." He panted out, suddenly catching your hands and making them stop their doings. "Shiiiit."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, quite the contrary. Shit. [Y/N], no offence, but you are a natural. I almost came just from that." You smiled triumphantly at his comment, not even trying to hide how proud of your work you were. "Enjoying yourself so far?"

"Definitely."

"Good. Because now it's my turn to have some fun."

Arthur's hand cupped your rosy cheek as he leaned over you, forcing you to lie down on your back. He pulled your trousers down almost effortlessly and spread your legs, taking in the sight he had before his eyes. You felt so exposed under his voracious gaze, roaming all over your figure, and so naked, even though you still had your underpants on. You let his eyes devour your body, impatiently waiting to be finally touched, but not giving him any hints on how wanting your were. At least not deliberately. He noticed it almost immediately though and his hands found their way to your inner thighs, where they rested for a while. He was waiting for your reaction and when he got it, as you whimpered softly, prompting him to make another move, his palms began their tantalizingly slow journey towards your crotch.

Your breath hitched in your throat when he finally dragged a finger along your clothed slit. It soon focused on your bud, rubbing it lazily in a circular motion. You still remembered how Arthur's touch felt on your naked clit and how it set you aflame, but even despite the layer of fabric separating your sensitive spot from his warm fingertips, his practiced strokes sent jolts of pleasure straight to your abdomen.

The friction was delicious and you loved it, but you definitely wanted more. And so did Arthur, apparently. Eventually, his hand found its way into your pants and, to your absolute delight, one of his fingers slipped in your cunt.

"So wet for me, again? I'm flattered." He pumped it in you, slowly and steadily at first, enjoying your soft breathy moans. Then, he added another finger and picked up the pace, every thrust of his hand made a slapping wet sound in your dripping hole. "Shit, you'll feel amazing on my cock"

"Then put it in already." You reached for his member, throbbing gently against his thigh, but he swatted your hand away.

"Patience, girl."

You felt you heart pound in your chest when you watched Arthur slide your panties down your legs and throw them behind his back. A sly smile tugged at his lips when he spread your thighs apart to give himself full access to your entrance and you were sure he would slip his fingers back in, but he had other plans. Instead, he dipped his head towards your crotch and dragged his tongue along your slit, lingering a bit longer on your sweet spot, where he put a little more pressure. A loud moan escaped your throat when he focused his ministrations on your bud, it felt way better than his fingers. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks through your entire body and you had to put a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs of pleasure. Arthur didn't like that, he wanted the entire saloon - entire Rhodes! - to hear how much you enjoyed his touch. But simply telling you to keep your hands off your face would be too easy and too boring. He was a man who didn't fear challenge, so he was absolutely ready to make you scream his name so loud that even the residents of Saint Denis would know who was the one fucking up into you.

He lapped at your clit in a steady rhythm, with quick firm licks, but slowed his pace every time you seemed to start enjoying it too much, and tormented you with light swipes of his tongue against your sensitive bud until your muffled whimpers subsided into shaky sighs. Then he repeated the whole cycle again. You tried to get some control, but he was relentless; every time you threaded your fingers through his hair and pressed his head to your crotch, he stopped his doings and waited patiently until you started behaving again. The only thing you could do was give up and submit to his will – and at some point you did. It paid off, Arthur not only abandoned his torturous pattern, but also reached to your breasts and cupped one of them, adding new sensations to already intense stimulation.

Your entire body was on fire and you could barely control yourself. Arthur seemed to have even more fun watching your reactions, and when you loudly mewled his name, apparently not giving a damn about who might hear you anymore, he knew he had you in his power completely.

"You're such a good girl, [Y/N]." He praised you, giving your clit a short break. "And good girls deserve a reward. You want me to reward you?"

A shaky "yes" was enough to have his tongue lap at your sweet spot again. This time Arthur didn't play any games with you, didn't protest when you grabbed his hair, nor reprimanded you for trying to spur him on. He was determined to bring you pleasure and it took only seconds to have you exactly how he wanted you, squirming and wailing his name as your climax hit you hard and took over you completely, pouring bliss through your entire body. You pressed his head to your crotch and grinded against his face, using his mouth to prolong your ecstasy. It was glorious and absolutely breathtaking, way better than the orgasm he gave you on his horse. But definitely not how you wanted it today.

When your wits came back to you and you realized what just happened, you felt slightly confused. Was this your "reward"? One look at your man, watching you come down from your peak with an overtly contented expression, made it clear that it wasn't an accident. He made you come on purpose. But... why? Why he let you finish like that before... doing what you had expected him to do? Was this all he had planned for tonight? You thought you'd be making love, properly and fully, like you've dreamed since the day you met him. What Arthur did to you was truly wonderful, but you wanted something more. You wanted to feel one with him and thought he desired the same.

"You can do this again." He explained, having noticed the question in your eyes. "You can have another orgasm soon, and you should last longer before you reach it. Which means that we can have more fun."

"How do you know that?"

"A working lady I used to sleep with in Nevada taught me this, and a couple of other useful things, too."

"Oh. So, I'm in good and experienced hands."

Arthur let out a quiet chuckle, but when he spoke again, you heard a tinge of sadness in his voice.

"I know what you may be thinking about me, but the truth is, I'm not very... good with women. And I laid with very few. But they taught me a lot about their bodies, and mine too, and I'm going to use all this knowledge today. If you let me. Just trust me, [Y/N], and I promise you will never forget this night."

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust you." You pointed him, propping yourself up on your elbows. "And for your information, I don't think any negative things about you. Actually, my only thought now is: when will he continue?"

Another chuckle, this time distinctly more cheerful.

"So impatient.” His fingers brushed against your skin on their unhurried way up your inner thigh. "Don’t worry, we’re almost there. I just need to make sure you're properly prepared for what's about to come."

You definitely felt prepared and ready to have something more in your cunt than a finger he slipped in you, but he was the experienced one here and you indeed trusted his knowledge. One digit felt like nothing inside your already overstimulated pussy and you let Arthur know about that by grabbing his wrist and trying to force his hand to thrust into you deeper and harder. He didn't intend to torture you this time, so he listened to your subtle suggestion and put another finger in your wanting hole, giving you the fullness you so needed. This man sure could do miracles, every push of his hand made the pleasant heat pool in your abdomen again. It was perfect, at least until he slid in yet another finger, which felt slightly uncomfortable, a bit too full. You didn't say anything though, knowing too well that it was still nothing compared to his deliciously thick member and you wanted to be fully ready for it. Arthur knew what he was doing, you saw it in his eyes. So you relaxed your body and after a moment of vigorous thrusting, you got used to the stretching and fullness his fingers provided.

"I think you're ready." He decided, withdrawing his hand and aligning his pelvis with your entrance.

He entered you with one firm push, slipping smoothly in your slick cunt. You moaned softly; being filled like that felt both wonderful and like too much at the same time, but it wasn't as special as you had imagined it to be. Or maybe you had just expected a lot from having a penis in your vagina. There was no metaphorical fireworks, no instant pleasure; only the feeling of fullness and Arthur's loving expression when he looked in your eyes, totally lost in the sensation of finally being inside you.

"Shit, I knew you would feel great on my cock since the moment I put my fingers in your cunt for the first time." He gasped out when he moved his hips for the first time, withdrawing from you almost completely, only to slam back into you with full force, making you exhale sharply. He did it again, and again, eventually setting a steady, but pretty vigorous rhythm.

Your tight pussy felt absolutely divine and Arthur could barely restrain himself from pounding wildly into you, taking you hard and marking you as his. He didn't want to accidentally scare or hurt you though, it was your first time after all, so despite his urges and pleasure his every thrust provided, he did his best not to go too rough on you. Maybe next time, he thought, or any other, when you get better accustomed to having him in your cunt. Or when you beg him to get wild yourself.

It was really hard to control himself in this position though, with you under him, lying on your back, completely in his mercy - so he decided to change it before he lost himself completely. Now you were on top of him, straddling his hips, being in control of the pace and the angle he penetrated you at.

"Feeling good up there?"

"Yeah."

"Now, be a good girl and ride me like the finest horse." He commanded, rubbing the insides of your thighs with his thumbs.

You did as you were told, rolled your hips like the motion of your horse made you do, pulling a low, guttural moan from the man below you. You did it again, and again, trying to find a perfect angle and rhythm that satisfied both of you. You wanted it slow, with deep and unhurried thrusts that hit the right spot inside you, making your body shiver with ecstasy. Arthur seemed more impatient, you could tell he'd prefer it hard and fast, instead of relishing the pleasure, enjoying the moment and memorizing every second of it. You weren't selfish, you wanted to cater to his needs too, so you set your pace quite fast, taking him as deep as possible, but slowed down every time the fire in your belly grew too strong.

You tried your best to focus on your movements, but the feeling of fullness and the friction of his cock rubbing the insides of your cunt were so good that it was getting hard to control yourself and stop riding your man like a crazy when you felt your orgasm build up. You didn't want to come again though, not yet, not so fast. Arthur told you that you could climax many times today, but leaving him behind like that seemed a bit unfair.

You had no idea that he wasn't really that much behind. Arthur had his sexual needs, and kinks, but he was still a simple man and a good tight pussy bouncing on his dick was almost enough to make him come. He was absolutely delighted by how much effort you were putting into giving him pleasure and how beautiful you looked riding his already throbbing cock. The image of your blissful face and these pretty tits he couldn't resist cupping, bouncing right in front of him, has been etched into his mind forever and he knew he would be coming back to that memory often, being alone in his tent. No woman in his life mesmerized him as much as you did, and yet, he couldn't reach the peak because of your uneven rhythm and stopping when he was at the cusp of his release. He loved how dedicated and bold in your doings you were, but he needed to come, now, so despite his previous resolve to let you take the lead, he decided to get back in control.

Not wasting any time, he grabbed you by the waist waist for better hold and started bucking his hips rhythmically, ramming into your cunt with full force. He still tried not to go too hard, but you were apparently so turned on that not only you seemed completely fine with his fierce pounding, but also started begging him for more. And Arthur was there to give you what you wanted.

"Is this how you want to be fucked? Like that?" The only answer you were able to give him was a moany whimper resembling "yes!". This was exactly what you expected from sex with Arthur: him unleashing his urges and screwing you in earnest, making you cry with ecstasy with every push of his hips. You wanted him to ravage you, make you his, and leave you a complete mess. Luckily for you, he seemed to have similar plans.

He sat up and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arm tightly around your shivering body to keep you as close as possible. You clung to him and buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying to muffle your wails his furious pounding was causing, but a firm slap on your rear quickly reminded you that being silent was not what Arthur approved.

"I want to hear you, [Y/N]. Every single moan that comes out of your mouth." He purred encouragingly in your ear as his hand snuck between your entwined bodies, his finger began to rub your clit with quick and uneven strokes. It quickly got him what he wanted. "That's a good girl. You like it when I do this to your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"I can tell. I know you're close. Come on my cock, I want to feel it."

This was too much. His dirty words, his already throbbing dick in your cunt, and his fingers working their magic on your bud, this all set every nerve in your body aflame. You cried out his name and scratched his back so hard it probably left marks when your orgasm jolted through your body, making you throw your head back and buck your hips furiously to get as much pleasure as possible.

"Oh shit, oh shit!" Seeing your climax rush through you and feeling your muscles clench rhythmically around his length, Arthur lost any remains of control he'd had over himself and succumbed to his urges completely. He sped up the pace of his thrusting, ramming into you with fierce passion, and embraced you even tighter to feel you with his entire body. He heard your moans, felt your nails on his skin, and knew he couldn't last any longer. "Shit, I'm gonna come!"

"Come inside me, please." You pleaded, mind still fogged with your prolonging bliss. Arthur's wild pounding, along with his animalistic groans, were doing miracles to your still sensitive core, sending waves of pleasure through your entire body over and over again. "Please, Arthur."

And he did, spilling his warm seed deep inside your cunt with a long guttural moan.

He had never felt like this before. He had many orgasms in his life, but no woman he laid with gave him what you did. Real closeness, the feeling of being trusted and understood. Wanted, and not only for what he had to offer in bed, but for, or maybe rather despite, what he really was. He felt safe in your embrace, and happy to have you in his arms. Maybe it was just the effect of post-coital euphoria, or maybe he was slowly opening his eyes, but at this moment it felt like being... loved.

He buried his face in your soft messy locks, abashed by that thought. You two became really close to each other. You trusted him, and he trusted you too, like no one else. And you made it pretty clear that you were interested in him. But... love? Could you love him? Like, really love? That thought still seemed too preposterous to him.

But he realized he would love nothing more that this to be true.

"Arthur?" You were slightly worried that he went silent for so long, and even more that he was clinging to you desperately as if he was afraid you could suddenly disappear if he loosened his embrace even a little bit. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry." He finally raised his head and smiled tenderly. "That was pretty intense."

"It... was." You couldn't think straight under his soft gaze. His beautiful blue eyes, looking deep into yours, and his warm palms, gently massaging your back, made you feel absolutely intoxicated. You couldn't speak. You couldn't take your eyes off his beautiful face. He smiled at you again, sincerely and with pure affection, and that was the moment you melted completely.

You didn't even know when you pressed your lips against his, tentatively at first, but all these emotions you've been bottling up for so long finally surged to the surface, taking over you and turning your initially innocent kiss into heated and passionate one. To your delight, Arthur didn't remain passive for too long, taking the lead pretty quickly. There was something in the way he was kissing you though, something that shouldn't really be there. You tried to identify that thing, but didn't have much time to dwell on it because Arthur deepened the kiss, making what's left of your coherent thoughts escape your mind in seconds.

"Stay." He broke the kiss unexpectedly and rested his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath.

"What?"

"Stay, [Y/N]."

"I'm not going anywhere?" Light-headed with the kiss, you had no idea what he was talking about.

"I mean if the ransom comes, and you can go. Stay with me."

Desperation, you realized. His kiss was full of desperation, and fear of losing you.

"I'm not going anywhere." You repeated, accentuating every word. "I thought we both knew my father is not interested in getting me back. There won’t be any ransom, you won't get anything for me."

"And what if we will?"

"All of a sudden you have faith?" You snorted, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand. He looked so calm and vulnerable under your touch. "Even if you release me one day, I have nowhere to go. I don't want to go. I won't go. I'm yours now, Arthur. I won't leave you."

 And, in fact, you never did.