#maybe giving it a few nips and licks for good measure

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

aaaaaa I thought i pressed the anon button last time but whatever I guess. I also don't remember what I sent last time so rip. It's tiny pocket moth anon no longer.

Anyways back to brainrotting on tiny pocket moth Childe, perhaps his wings aren't strong enough to carry his tiny fluffy body. In that he can only like short hop off the floor, or like hover a few inches off the ground for a few seconds, flapping his wings furiously.

This doesn't stop him from trying his hardest to fly over to you wherever you are.

He mostly cries out for you to pick him up if he needs to move between elevations, but is also very content to stay in your hands after being picked up. (He mostly cries out just so you can hold him)

Another thing, with his small size and all, he's somehow absolutely fantastic at finding your lost things. Lost your phone? He's chirping and hopping on top of your bag. Misplaced your keys? He's gently tugging your fingers towards the keys that were on the floor next to your dresser. Not missing anything? He manages to pull out some loose change from the back of a drawer somehow.

Especially loves being tasked with watching over your items. They're precious to you, and youre precious to him, and you've entrusted him with an important task of watching over your things! He's got this! You'll never lose anything again as long as he's here with you.

ok your flight brainrot got me thinking: maybe when you first find him, he can't actually fly. maybe his muscles aren't strong enough, maybe one of his wings tore, maybe something else, but he can't fly- he can flutter his wings but resorts to clinging to your fingers and hair to get someplace higher

you find out when he falls off your desk by mistake and you have to catch him, questioning why he couldn't use his wings, to which he just trilled sadly.

so you help him relearn how to fly, by helping them heal and/or strengthen and giving him encouragement. soon he's flying bit by bit on his own, and it's a big thing for both him and you. of course your pets and gentle words are the best part, in his opinion.

moving on whenever you pick Childe up, even if his original goal is to get somewhere else, there's always a HIGH chance of him deciding that he wants to stay in your hands. sometimes he'll find little coins and shiny things for you just because he thinks you'd like them!!

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

hellooo i would just like to request a poly!marauders x reader smut where Remus and James are just absolutely dominating her and Sirius. of course Sirius is gonna have a bit of an attitude. i don’t really care what it’s about, i mean who doesn’t love smut with no plot? i appreciate you taking your time to answer my request, i love you and your writing so much💕

Trouble

I love you too, thank you sm!! 🥰

Don't know if I like this... :(

Warning: 18+

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„We leave you for a few minutes and come back to this?“ Remus' voice was controlled, but the underlying threat was still there.

Sirius and you shared an apprehensive glance, already regretting your little make out session, although it had felt so right just a few seconds ago.

„We-“ Sirius' swallowed tensely once James threw him a sharp look, the dom only having to raise his hand to silence the bright eyed boy.

„I said I don‘t want to hear shit from either of you“ Remus said angrily, before he put his cigarette out to walk over. He gently tilted your head up to meet his eyes and you nervously fidgeted with your hands as he stared you down.

„I know he‘s a brat“ Remus said mildly, „but you do remember what you promised me this morning, right little one?“

You blinked submissively, nodding your head softly. „Yes, Remus.“

„Well“ Remus coaxed softly, „what was it?“

You cleared your throat and took a glimpse at Sirius' curious face. „I promised to keep Sirius in check.“

Remus nodded in confirmation and his hand tightened around your chin.

„You break your promise and I break you.“

You whimpered at that, brows creasing worriedly. Remus ignored you and turned his attention to James.

„Remus“ James rumbled, „take care of her. I‘ll take this one.“ His tone was absolute and it made Sirius antsy, his lips parting to apologize.

„Jam-“

His eyes stayed fixed on Sirius, who had the audacity to at least look scared. And he should be. James doesn‘t play.

„Shush“ James ground out, „you‘ve done enough.“

As ruthless as Remus was, he did hold back at least a little during punishments, maybe because you always made an effort to be a good girl for them. Sirius could only be kept in check through James‘ punishments, probably because James loved the way he could make Sirius’ pretty grey eyes tear up in pain. And he loved that Sirius even then wouldn‘t give in, too proud to admit his fault. Oh fuck yes, James loved a challenge.

„Sirius“ James said in an overly cheery way, „you‘re not cumming tonight, unless you admit your fault.“

Sirius‘ scared expression turned sour and he wouldn‘t be the brat of the relationship if he didn‘t immediately make his displeasure know.

„Kissing involves two people“ he put the emphasis on two, „so the way I see it, she shouldn‘t cum as well!“

Remus spoke up this time, a mocking smile on his lips. „Sirius. Get on your fucking hands and knees before I spank you so hard that you‘ll bleed all over.“

Sirius‘ eyes widened and he scrambled to get on his hands and knees, his face directly in front of yours. The accusation was so clear in his eyes that you glanced down at your hands guiltily to avoid his pointed glare.

„I have a special kind of punishment for you both“ James drawled, hands ghosting over Sirius‘ pale legs. Sirius closed his eyes tightly when he felt James‘ callous fingers dip into the crease of his behind, middle finger rubbing teasingly against the tight ring of muscle.

Sirius gasped quietly when James pushed inside, hissing in pain at the dry stretch. Remus snapped his fingers to get your attention and nodded his head towards the groaning boy in front of you.

„Shut him up.“

You pressed your lips on his to silence his next moans, kissing him deeply to swallow any noise. His breathing was coming out in short puffs, letting you pull him closer by his long hair. Biting his lip you continued to drown out any whine and whimper that escaped him, trying to save him from an additional punishment.

Suddenly Sirius was pushed forward so hard that he fell against your chest, mouth opening wide to let out a pained cry. James had pushed in another finger and was fucking into Sirius‘ ass steadily while Remus was squeezing the base of his cock to hold off his pleasure.

„Shut. Him. Up“ James growled, curling his fingers to hit Sirius‘ g-spot with every word.

„I have an idea“ you said meekly, flushing when your doms pinned you with their intense gazes.

„This should be good“ Remus grinned and raised a brow, „Go ahead.“

Slowly peeling off your panties you tugged at Sirius‘ hair until his face was between your legs. Sirius groaned at the sight of your cunt so openly on display and dove tight in like a madman, sucking and licking you with so much vigor that you had to hold him back sometimes so he wouldn‘t accidentally make you cum.

„Quiet, Sirius“ you said breathlessly, „Oh fuck, just like that!“

Sirius‘ breath came out rugged against your soaked cunt and you bit your tongue to keep in any of your own moans. God the way his perfect face was contorted in utter pleasure made you so fucking hot and you pulled him back by his hair in a silent plea.

„Sirius, you will fuck her while I fuck you.“

You froze at James‘ next command and you saw the same fear reflect in Sirius‘ eyes. How the hell would you be able to stop yourself from cumming like that? Sirius‘ mouth opened and before he could make it worse for any of you, you decided to jump right in.

„But-“

„Yes!“ You glared at Sirius for good measure and softened your expression when your eyes wandered to your dom again, „Yes, James.“

Sirius clenched his jaw angrily and pulled you down by your waist so you would be situated directly under him. You saw the anger simmering right under the surface and winced, knowing that he wouldn‘t make it easy for you. As if he knew what you were thinking he gave you a menacing smile, grey eyes twinkling with a mirth.

James pushed Sirius forward with a jolt, his impossibly hard cock dragging across your cunt harshly and you pushed back against him, letting him sink into your body with a single push of James‘ hands.

„Remember Sirius“ James chidded upon seeing Sirius‘ pained expression, „no cumming without permisson.“

With that he curled his fingers and fucked Sirius earnest, the brat crying out with the hot feeling of you wrapped around him and James making him feel so full with only his fingers.

Remus made his way over to you after he finished his cigarette and gave you a pout, stroking your cheeks so gently as if you weren‘t being fucked right now.

„Remus“ you gasped, enclosing your small hands on his scarred forearms, „please!“

Remus gave you a patient smile and crawled closer, his cock brushing against your lips but Sirius beat you to it, taking Remus as far down as he could in his position. Oh the sight of Sirius was a crass one. With James fucking his ass and his cock deep inside your cunt he sucked Remus messily to help himself not make any noise.

„You little slut“ Remus spit out but made no moves to stop him, „need to fill every hole huh?“

Sirius fixated his eyes on Remus and pulled away with an obscene pop, guiding his cock into your mouth and bobbing your head up and down like a little fucktoy.

„Yes Remus“ he moaned coyly, „need to be fucked, please?“ He batted his eyelashes so prettily and Remus gave in, hissing at James to finally fuck him good.

James had already prepared himself and thrust into Sirius with an aggressive shove, forcing himself as deep as possible. Sirius, being the brat he is, didn‘t want to give James the satisfaction of seeing him in pain, so he rushed forward and wrapped his lips around Remus‘ cock as well.

„Oh no you fucking don‘t!“ James grabbed Sirius by his hair and pulled his back against his chest, restraining him in a headlock.

„James!“ Sirius shouted and convulsed in his arms, the impending threat of his orgasm approaching rapidly. It spread in his veins and made him boil over, forcing Sirius to forget about his pride and start begging.

„Please!“ Sirius wailed and trashed around, trying to escape the oneslaught of his cock clenched in your cunt.

„No!“ James roared, lost in the pleasure himself and held Sirius‘ mouth closed with his big palm, „Don‘t you fucking dare.“

Remus had pulled you away from his cock with the promise of cumming inside of you and made you watch, your own orgasm not far off with Sirius‘ being constantly tugged back and forth between your thighs.

„Ah Remus fuck“ you cried out as your eyes teared up with anxiety at the thought of how close you were to cumming, „pleaseplease let me cum!“

„Beg.“ Remus barked out, teeth nipping at your nipples and it made your vision turn a blazing white light for a second.

„Please“ You were screaming now, nails leaving little bloodstains on his hands, „Please! James! Remus! Please!“

Remus pulled back to watch your face and gave you a curt nod. Your eyes fell shut and your voice broke with the volume of your screams as your release rushed hot and cold over your entire body, momentarily freezing your heart, before a particularly strong pound made you snap out of your trance. Remus had to hold his own cock to deny himself, cursing softly at the sight of you letting go after being denied for so long.

Sirius and James were so engrossed in their fucking that they didn't even notice when Remus pulled you away and made you sit down on his cock.

"See Sirius" James huffed out between groans, "See how she got to cum? See fuck see what happens when you're being good ah-"

"Jaaames" Sirius cried out, clawing at the sheets. His head fell on the matress between his shoulders and he let out such a pitiful, pathetic whimper that you whined with him, sharing his pain from being overstimulated by Remus.

That’s what they always do. Punish Sirius with orgasm denial and you with overstimulation.

"Remus please wait" Your cries mixed with Sirius' and your sounds, mixed with the deep groans and degredations of your doms made all of you fall into that hazy trance, the only thing on your mind was fucking.

"No" Remus growled out, raking his blunt nails down your back, "No, wanna have you mmm yes fuck-"

Holding you down by your shoulders he pounded you, leaving hot open mouthed kisses on your throat and chest, hands wandering all over your back and ass, moving you in time with his thrusts. You were sweating all over, pressing his head on your chest. Your muscles tightened as Remus moaned his orgasm into your ear, and you came for the second time this night, sobbing as you felt his cum in your cunt.

James had manhandled Sirius on his back, locking his hands over the dark long hair and staring into hsi eyes. Not only was he deniying Sirius, but also himself.

"Tell me what I want to hear" James was seething with anger, growing desperate himself for Sirius to admit his fault.

"No!" Sirius yelled back, muscles flexed with determination not to cum. He knew that he'll have to beg eventually, but Sirius would do anything in his power to delay that.

James wrapped his hand around Sirius' delicate neck, squeezing the sides and Sirius nearly exploded when his circulation cut off.

"Beg!"

"N- ah James!" Sirius cried out, the surprise clear in his high-pitched voice and you and Remus watched contentedly as his walls broke into a million pieces. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry please god please anything!"

"Cum!" James finally allowed him to let go, jerking him off in time with his harsh thrusts, a choked groan escaping him while they clung to each other, riding out their orgasms.

Sirius couldn't stop shaking and glanced back at you to reassure him, James' dominating aura always made him hypersensitive after sex. You gave him a tired smile and pulled him on top of your body, shushing him gently while Remus went over to cuddle James.

After some time Sirius' breathing slowed down and he called James' and Remus' name.

"Prongs, Moony, get up here.."

Settling in a big pile on top of each other you enjoyed the closeness, breathing each other in and dosing off in minutes.

[yinses]

he reminds your ex who you belong to

gojo satoru ft. f! reader + exhibition ( technically phone sex ¿) + some hair pulling + unprotected sex  wc: 2.3k

a/n: trying to get better with my tagging. i realize the community has it’s own sensitivities and i often fall short on that thought. i still owe some prompts and a few other asks but this has been siting in my drafts for a few weeks and i finally finished it up. 

it never fails to come as an interruption in your life, the shrill call of your phone blaring at inopportune times. each one conveniently impeding on time with gojo.  

your boyfriend of four months would give you that tight smile, blue eyes swimming with annoyance, but never concern. because not once did you pick up the call, always reaching out blindly to silence it without even acknowledging the accompanying messages. 

the number changes, but you learned not to accept any call from one you didn’t recognize. important communications were typically followed by voicemail and that was how you dealt with that. but the duration was becoming more tedious than either of you imagined, reaching above the white noise decibel it had been reduced to. 

“maybe i should just change my number, “ you suggest forlornly. it would ensure that he had no way to contact you freely, but it would also force you to reestablish connections with all your friends and family. it seemed like an extreme measure but when push came to shove. 

only a few moments pass before the phone picks up again, hammering down the final nail in your resolve. 

“i think you should answer.”

gojo’s unexpected intervention comes from the edge of the bed where he flips the said phone carefully from one palm to the next. his fingers brush past the two blinking options just short of selecting. 

you shift from foot to foot, not sure how to accept that response. gojo was as irritated as you were but you didn’t expect him to cave first. 

frowning, you shake your head. “i’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“why not?” his gaze sweeps over your face, somewhat amused by your discomfort. there is a swirl of mischief alight in those bright blue eyes.  “apparently he needs a little more than a simple no.”

he holds out the device, voice taunting but firm.

“if you don’t answer you’ll miss the call.”

as if there wouldn't be a dozen more to follow. 

your mouth feels dry, hand heavy with the weight of decision. it wasn’t as though you couldn't deal with the situation, so much as if you were prepared to. ignoring had been the more appealing option over confrontation but perhaps it had been your hesitation that had been the problem all along. ultimately your thumb taps to accept the call. 

“hello?”

‘baby, i’ve been trying to reach you for ages.’

the bed creaks but you’re too focused breathing evenly to notice. you weren’t familiar with the etiquette of many break ups, which was why this one was the hardest. it had been a long love that had followed you into the early years of adulthood before spark began to fizzle out. 

“i just answered to tell you to stop calling. i’ve already blocked your number once.”

the attempt to revive the romance before it all fell apart had been one-sided. he’d been quicker to discover other fish in the sea before you had. it seemed as though in your patience, you’d found something better while he spent his time chasing minnows without satisfaction. 

‘yes, but you didn’t give me the chance to explain. we don’t have to be over.’

you should have seen it coming. 

your shoulders tense at the press of his lips at your neck. gojo had a propensity for creating opportunities out of every little divot in life. he lived the role of a jester but held the mind of a genius. gojo had been kind in biting his lip to bare down on the jealousy simmering down beneath.

he gives you a brief grace period as his slender fingers tap the mute button then his lips return to your ear. “if you want this, get onto the bed and place the phone above your head with the speaker on.”

an immediate protest flies to your lips but doesn’t quite make it to fruition. what he’s suggestion goes beyond sexual barriers you’d set up thus far. gojo had a knack for pushing them and helping you discover new fantasies and hidden pleasures. 

at the first hint of a pout against your throat, you cave. 

so weak for him.

your ex seems none the wiser to the hitch in your voice as you press one knee to the bed, then the other before carefully rolling onto your back. swallowing the waning confidence before it leaks from your body, you seal the deal by placing the phone just above your head after activating the speaker. 

“good girl.” the words come whispered for your benefit as gojo crawls onto the bed. as if his intentions weren’t already clear enough, the prominent hardness in his pants as he slots between your legs is. you can’t help but grow dizzy at the thought of your premeditated actions, all while your thighs tighten around his form. 

his hands warm the shivers from your sides as he slides up your shirt and kisses down your navel. gojo delivers a sharp nip just before muttering a brisk,” unmute.” in reminder. 

the command comes just in time for your expected response though you’re no more prepared to deliver when gojo unbuttons your pants and works them over your hips. 

‘maybe if we could just meet somewhere?’

the sincerity coupled with your actions makes it all feel more one-sided with you playing the role of the villain. he’d been an ass, yes, but surely he didn’t deserve this. 

right?

“it doesn’t matter, were-mmph.” no part of you expected gojo to play this fairly. you choke on the response when his tongue licks a firm swipe against the fabric of your panties. 

‘what does not matter? speak to me. lets talk this out.”

funny how he chose now of all times to acknowledge the issues you had and attempted to resolve in the past. 

gojo words feel condescending as he mimics what’s heard against your cunt. there was no doubt in your mind that he’d completely written off your ex from the beginning. the same confidence from your first date dripped from his touch as he worked down the fabric from your hips. 

not once did he promise to watch his volume as he sloppily wets his fingers. he’s is ruthless as he plunged in two in on the first thrust, palm curling up to rub friction against your clit. any other time you would have revealed in his ability to make you come apart so easily, now you were more embarrassed by how much easier you felt. 

‘is this a bad time? you seem distracted.’

every time was a bad time. that was the point. 

gojo’s tongue wet the inside of your thigh, “don’t let him hang up. you want this to be his last call, remember.”

at this rate he was going to make this your last waking moment. 

somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, you managed to form words against the friction of gojo’s touch sliding in and out. “no, let’s just-i- yeah, no, we should talk it out now. i’m tired of going back and forth.”

the line pauses briefly. and you almost hope for a second he reaches clarity and saves you from the embarrassment. ‘alright then. are you really not willing to give it another shot?’

your groan of arousal is disguised by disappointment but the opposite warms gojo’s breath against your damp skin. “i didn’t realize you were dating such an idiot. how can he be so dense.” his lips smack, shiny with your stimulation.” you must just really have a thing for pretty faces, willing to look past so much.”

you were willing to look past his deviousness right now, ready to let him desecrate you over the phone like this.

“you’re pretty, toru.” you try to jab but are countered with the addition of a third finger as he starts a relently pace. the sounds are so dirty, reckless suckling sounds that had to carry. gojo made sure of it as he twisted his wrist in retaliation over every shift of your hips. 

“i am much prettier than they guy. much better at a lot,” he enunciates sharp smack to your thigh. 

then he curls just right and you turn for face into the phone and keen.

‘seriously what is going on you sound- strained.’

gojo’s chuckle vibrates within you. “poor guys don't even know what you sound like on the verge of an orgasm.”

your voice is impossibly hoarse and not very convincing as you choke out,” i’m fine. n-no look … i only answered because i wanted us to-fuck-no sorry.” gojo wasn’t making this easy. “- wanted us to reach some closure and move on.”

gojo pulls out just short of your building orgasm and you gasp breathy at the loss. 

‘we were together for two years. surely that amounts to more than just moving on.’

it did. way back when the unexpected break up had torn your hearts to shreds. the misunderstanding and lost connections had eaten you out from the inside. left you failing in the unknowns of what you did wrong and why he wanted to slow down your progress.

now it all seems insignificant in comparison the sight of your current boyfriend slowly fisting his cock. 

‘you wanted to use the break to decide if you were ready for a future together and i think we both realized that we weren't-”

gojo had chosen the right moment to intervene in your life and the moment at the head of his cock pushes through the first ring. he follows through in one motion, filling you to hilt as his hand reaches up to fist the short of your hair. 

‘baby, no one knows you like i do.’

the sharp sting of his fist clenching as he hips rock back is the last warning you get before he slams back in. there was more to the familiar precision as he ruts into you. gojo was the better man, but even he felt short to the green-eyed-monster. 

he was relentless with his pace, fucking into you harder with each new whimper you give up. your consciousness is a fleeting cloud, wafting high out of your reach as your mouth opens up to sharp cries. 

‘are you working out right now? your words sound broken.’

gojo’s hand presses into the curve of your back as he leaves over you. “fuck, you should just tell him. get this over with. let him know that you belong to someone else now. someone who is currently fucking you better than he ever could.”

your protests mirror your resolve and you can already feel your lips forming those exact words before you catch yourself. “i-i cant.” that was too much, right?

gojo didn’t seem to think so. he suddenly pulled out just enough to turn you over, hand still holding your hair hostage as he pushed your face into the mattress effectively ruining your ability to speak properly. 

“tell him, or i will. and i’ll add in every dirty little thing we’ve done leading up to this moment. you don’t belong to him anymore and he should know it. properly.”

‘hey, should i just come over?’ comes that voice again, a constant glutton for punishment.

“no!” you cry out. “i-we can’t- i’m.”

gojo decides to help you out. no longer willing to be a spectator as if he could be called such. “fuck, baby. make those pretty noises for me.”

‘is that someone else? are you with someone right now.’

gojo snatches up the opportunity, hand curling around the phone to place it against the tacky sweat accumulating against the skin between your shoulder blades. you can feel it teetering with each jerk of your body. 

“yeah, she is. apparently she needs help getting her point across. if she wants to contact you  she will do so on her terms. “ he huffs peevishly,“ until then fuck off or you can listen to me fuck her doesn’t matter to me.”

his commanding tone shouldn’t sound so hot. you can’t help but moan as he hits that spot just right. 

a high pitched ‘what the fuck’ grates unpleasantly against the mood you’re so desperate to build to its peak. 

“i take it back, hearing you screech is going to make me go soft. don’t call again.”

‘wait don’t-’ his protest comes a moment too late for gojo’s waning patient as he abruptly cuts off the call and flings the phone somewhere above your head. 

“I imagined that going much smoother in my head,” grunts as he picks up the pace.

your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. you’re unable to blink past the flood of light as you melt into the roll of his hips. there is nothing left for you to do but squeeze around him as you absorb each thrust. 

“i don’t know what i was expecting thinking you could form coherent sentences when i fuck you stupid like this.” his voice is markedly softer now, still agitated but gentler in his touch as he loosens his grip. your head turns without instruction, eagerly catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss. 

the tell tale tremble shudders from one end to the next as you dig your knees into the mattress and gyrate your hips. the angle rewards you with an opportunity to ride his cock straight into nirvana. gojo comes to shatter the already broken cry of release by manipulating speed and precision while you chant his name all the way over the edge. 

his breath comes in short rasps as he follows you over, body drawn up taut as his orgasm washes over.  

gojo’s weight is unforgiving, but thankfully brief when he collapses on top of you before rolling onto his side. he gathers you into his arms and rolls you in against his chest. his fingers chase yours and he brings them to his lips to kiss each one. 

“maybe you should have just gone with your idea and changed numbers.”

somehow you find the air to laugh as your head falls back against his sweaty shoulder. he shares your humor, smile sharp with a new prospect.

“or perhaps we can try again? maybe repeated exposure will do the trick.”

[dragonmuse]

For the temporary explicitness….could we have Alma when she was working on a site abroad? Maybe there’s a cute girl at the dig site! Maybe with an accent?

(I actually had another Alma request as well...this did not go as planned and is not very sexy, I apologize, though sex is had.)

The pub was busy. Alma was at the bar, on the far end, nursing a beer. Dinner sat leaden in her stomach. The dig was phenomenal, her colleagues sharp and her finds bound to fuel her academic career for at least the next year. 

But she was terribly lonely. The professors leading the dig were a married couple and mostly concerned with their own company or shepherding their flock of undergraduates, who were thrilled to have the opportunity. Alma was the lone doctoral student, several years older and enough of a managerial figure that they treated her with bemused respect. 

She’d had dinner alone every night this week. Spent the nights in her hotel alone too. Her old bad sleep habits caught up with her and she found herself doomscrolling at odd hours of night, just wasting moments. 

Maybe she should just hit up a club tomorrow, even if the general thought was unappealing. 

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asked. It took her a moment to realize they meant her. 

“No,” Alma picked her purse off of it, “Sorry. Go ahead.” 

“Oh thank God,” a woman slid in next to her. “I was hoping you were alone. Oh! That sounded creepy. I’m just alone too and a man I cannot stand is a few seats away just waiting to take advantage if I’m by myself.” 

“I can pretend to be a friend, but the accent makes me stick out like a sore thumb,” Alma swiveled in the stool to face her. 

She was lovely. Older than Alma by some measure, but unknowable by how much. She had a short bob haircut, severe in a way that suited her otherwise round face. Her top was a no-nonsense work blouse, but given the size of her chest, it still revealed a great deal of cleavage. 

“American?” The woman guessed. 

“Guilty,” Alma smiled. “You’re local?” 

“Born and raised in Glasgow,” she agreed. “Diane.” 

“Alma. Can I buy you a drink?” 

Diane tilted her head, regarding her, then smiled. “Yes. You can.” 

Diane said yes several more times. Enough times that Alma was soon sitting on the edge of her hotel room bed, watching that sensible blouse float to the floor. 

“You look like a doll,” Diane told her. 

“I promise I don’t feel like one,” Alma smiled at her. It was far from the first time someone had said that to her. She knew that the makeup, the clothes, the hair, could give the impression of a porcelain princess. “Come find out.” 

They kissed slowly, Diane’s hands landing soft on Alma’s shoulders. Like birds alighting on a branch. 

Alma wanted something more. Had hoped or a little fire or hunger. But Diane was someone that apparently liked a finer touch. That was fine. She could do that too. Alma didn’t nip at the full roundness of Diane’s beautiful breasts. She just weighted them in her palms, kissed and licked to coax out sound and reaction. 

It had been a year or so since she’d last gone down on someone with a pussy, but Alma remembered the way. She moved with that same slow care that Diane seemed to respond to. She licked gingerly, used her fingers sparingly, coaxing her along. Diane’s sounds were soft, huffs of breath and barely there moans. As if she was afraid of waking someone very close by. 

“That was very good,” she murmured after she seemed to have come. Alma wasn’t sure, it had been such a non-event. “Let me take care of you now.” 

Alma lay down. Spread her legs. She smiled. She moved through the motions. It was good. Diane was practiced, but uninspired. The lave of her tongue became irritating before it became better. 

“Not working for you?” Diane asked before Alma could ask her to stop. 

“I- no. Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize,” Diane shifted, getting up on her knees. “We can try something else. Or maybe...would you just like some company.” 

“Yes,” she could’ve cried. “I would love that, actually.” 

Diane stretched out beside her, resting a hand on Alma’s hip. “I got divorced last year. I did much the same just after.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you. Did you lose someone?” 

“A few months ago, but I don’t know. I’ve been lonely for a while. I have great friends, but none of us live close together right now.  Then coming here...I’m a little unmoored.” 

“Suppose that happens to everyone sometimes.” 

They talked about the dig, Diane had heard a little about it. Diane told her about her ex-wife and their dogs, who they ferried back and forth between houses. Even as they spoke, Alma knew they’d never see each other again, but she was desperately glad to have it. When Diane glanced at her phone and said with a sigh, 

“I’ve got to be getting home.” 

Alma just nodded, “Thank you. For staying.” 

“Thank you, doll. And don’t worry. These things come in cycles, I think.” 

They kissed a last time there on the bed. Alma watched her leave the door closing quietly behind her.  She lay there for some time, thinking almost nothing at all. Then she snagged her phone off her bedside table. It would be early evening back home. 

Alma: i miss you 

The response came almost immediately and that in itself was settling. 

Ingrid: miss you too. What’s up? 

Alma: Can I come visit when I get back? I’ll have a few days. Do a girl’s weekend? 

Ingrid: I’d love that. Give me some dates, let’s make it happen.

She pressed the phone to her chest. She would see Ingrid when she got back. Maybe swoop by Shawna on the return journey. There was an email in her box that she had to reply to from Owen. They were still out there, her tiny network so carefully cultivated. The net would catch her if she fell.  

[wildfl0wer-meg]

Hi babes, smut prompts 18, 19, and 20 with poly cashton?

I’m so weak for poly!sos

18: you won’t be able to walk tomorrow when I’m through with you.

19: how funny do you think teasing is now?

20: after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.

warnings: smut! (edging/ teasing, oral (male and female receiving), very light d/s dynamics, light bi!cashton

bi!cashton x fem!reader

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Out of all of the things that you enjoyed in your relationship with Calum and Ashton, the once a month when they would decide to spoil you on a shopping trip had to be a favorite.

It was always random, and never planned. You’d wake up one morning and they’d tell you to get ready so you can go shopping, and of course you never argued.

You’d been to a couple stores already, and Calum and Ashton had both helped you pick out a few things. When you saw their favorite and expensive lingerie store coming up you smile to yourself and pretend that you don’t see it.

“Mr. Hood and Mr. Irwin!” The lady smiles as they lead you inside.

“Hello Susan, how many time do I have to say that you don’t need to call us by our last names? It’s just Calum and Ashton,” Calum smiles as he walks over to the bralette area.

“Is there anything that sticks out, princess?” Ashton asks as he leans to whisper in your ear, You look around the store, a few other couples as well as women on their own wander around.

You walk to begin to search the racks of clothes, Ashton looking close by when you here a giggle followed by Calum chuckle.

Looking up you’re quickly able to spot Calum, across the store in the underwear section. A girl stands next to him, batting her eyes flirtatiously. The tape measure that she plays with that hangs loosely around her neck gives away that she works their and you instantly pout, trying to brainstorm a way to get Calum’s attention back on you.

Your eyes spot an extremely revealing set close by. It was lace and soft, which were both of your boyfriend’s favorite materials, as well as red which Ashton said flattered your skin tone.

“Excuse me?” You smile at the older lady who greeted your boyfriend’s at the door. “I would like to try on his set...”

Susan leads you to the dressing rooms with a smile. “Here’s the matching robe as well sweetheart, I’ll let your boyfriends know that you’re in here,” You thank her before closing the door, slowly peeling off your clothes as you redress into the lingerie.

“You have to show us, babygirl,” Ashton hums as he knocks on the door and you call out with a smile saying that you’re coming out as you wrap the robe around yourself and unlock the door.

Calum smirks as you step out, his chin resting on his fists as he watches you. Ashton’s leaning against the wall near you as he reaches out to touch the robe around you, you’re quick to smack his hand away.

“Wait,” you glare and the man smirks as you let the robe drop to the floor. Calum smiles finally leaning back.

“God you’re so pretty, princess,” Calum says as he stands up and walks over to you, you let him grab your waist as he spins you around to look at the full set.

A cheeky smile finds your face as you lean into him, pressing your ass against his crotch. He quickly grabs your hips as you teasingly sway them but before he gets too into it you pull away and smile before happily skipping back into the dressing room to get redressed.

“Fucking tease,” you hear Calum groan and you giggle to yourself.

You spend the rest of the day doing the same. Whenever given the chance you were “accidentally” rubbing up against one of them or your hand rubbed up against them whenever you reached over their laps.

This goes on for a few more hours and by the time you’re back at their car ready to head home you’re exhausted, but they’re not.

You climb into the backseat, expecting Ashton to drive and Calum ride in the passenger seat like they normally do but they have different plans when Calum climbs in next to you.

“Calum...?” You ask and he just shakes his head.

“You really thought that after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.” He chuckles as you gulp seeing the fire behind his eyes.

As Ashton pulls out of the parking lot Calum’s hand finds your thigh and he pulls you over to him so that you’re straddling him. He roughly grabs your jaw before kissing you and his kiss is just as rough. He bites your lip before letting his tongue slip into your mouth and despite you knowing that Ashton should be driving you can feel his eyes burning into you both through the review mirror.

It’s not long before Ashton is pulling up to the house and getting out, Calum pulls away from you and drags you out of the car, forgetting all of the bags inside.

You’re quickly taken inside and you don’t even have enough time to kick off your shoes before Calum is pushing you on up the stairs and into your room.

Ashton is already waiting. “That was quite the show you two put on,” he smirks and you smile nervously at him as Calum’s fingertips tease your sides, his face already buried in your neck. “Come on Cal,” Ashton calls him away, Calum begrudgingly pulls away, glaring at his boyfriend who just chuckles at him and quickly walks over, letting his hands wander to Calum’s back.

You watch with a small smile as Calum closes his eyes and enjoys Ashton who kisses the back of his neck before pulling his shirt over his head. Ashton’s hand rubs over Calum’s now bare back before kissing it softly and turning his attention to you. He grins almost kindly when he sees the softness in your eyes for your boyfriend.

“Get undressed, princess,” Ashton says and you quickly get to work but you dont take your eyes off of your boyfriends.

Ashton takes his shirt off as well, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down to leave him in only his boxers.

Calum follows Ashton’s lead, and you smile at him. Calum always listened and followed Ashton’s orders. You enjoyed teasing him about it at certain times because Calum would never admit it.

Calum quickly snaps his attention back to you soon. A smirk falling onto his mouth as he walks over to you and pushes you lightly so that you would lay on the bed.

He hovers over you, admiring you momentarily before he roughly kisses you. His teeth nip at your lip and you smile against his lips as you let his tongue push into your mouth.

You can hear Ashton walking closer to the bed slowly, coming around the the left side and the bed dips as he sits down.

Calum pulls away from you, his eyes glancing over to Ashton before he begins to kiss down your neck and onto your body. He stops over your breasts, his lips and tongue teasing your nipples before he goes lower and your breath hitches, eyes moving to look at Ashton.

Calum kisses your thighs softly, sucking harshly after a moment and you whimper at the thought of the marks that he’s leaving. As he moves to your core he makes eye contact with you, a cheekily and yet sinister smirk permanently etched onto his face as he dives it.

You gasp, his tongue is cold compared to your center and as it flicks over your clit you moan, hips stuttering. Ashton reaches over to hold your hips down, and he moves so that he’s able to kiss you.

“Tell Calum how he’s making your feel...” Ashton says as he pulls away and you look down at the head between your legs as Calum roughly sucks and licks at you.

“Fuck,” you moan, “so good Cal—you make me feel so good,” you reach down to grip at his hair that has gotten extremely long over quarantine.

Ashton doesn’t kiss you again, he just watches as you get closer to your orgasm. “Calum!” You moan loudly, pulling at his hair as you push your head back into the pillows, eyes squeezed shut. You’re right on the brink when he pulls away completely and sits up. He licks his lips that are shiny with your juices and he wipes off his face.

“Calum,” you whine, bucking your hips up. “Please...”

He chuckles, “how funny do you think teasing is now?” He asks and Ashton laughs as well.

“Ashton?” You ask as you look over at your other boyfriend and he chuckles as well as he stands up and lets his underwear fall to the floor as he takes Calum’s spot between your thighs.

“If you’re a good girl and suck off Calum as I fuck you, maybe we’ll think about letting you cum,” Ashton smiles and flips you over into your hands and knees. Calum takes off his boxers and slides to sit at the head of the bed under you and you let out a shaky breath.

Ashton smirks and he slowly pushes into you, leaning over to whisper in your ear as he bottoms out. “you won’t be able to walk tomorrow when I’m through with you.”

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[ryoskuna]

⭑ shaken, not stirred. | bartender!sukuna au.

notes: this thought of bartender!sukuna has been in my head for weeks, but it’s when my mom was giving me a lecture while i was thinking of sketching him as bartender that solidified the fact.  this may become a series thing, and you’re also welcomed to ask questions about this au (please do, it is one of my new favorite things). also i have no idea what reader will be in this au-verse, but i’m thinking a law student (am i self-projecting... perhaps), but i’m open to y’all’s suggestions and can do headcanons for whatever kind of reader y’all want to see. additionally, did i screenshot that picture for the banner from episode 14 bc i thought he looked extra good?? yeah... i did.

warnings: like... mild nsfw via music suggestions, mentions of drink tampering but not from sukuna 

bonus: there’s a playlist that goes with this, here.

taglist: @lethargicyashi, @night-rook, @izuniias, @skys-luce-stellare​, @skys-luce-stellare​

there’s something about 6′4 sukuna shaking a cocktail shaker to toxic by britney spears that just.... chef’s kiss.  no i will not elaborate, just think about it.

sometimes, you think he’s taller than 6′4, but that’s just his platform doc martens.

god, the man chewing on a thin stirring/cocktail straw or just holding it in his jaw, in between his teeth and watch his lips purse around it. he’ll take it out to talk, of course.

the waist apron he wears only emphasizes his shoulder-to-hip ratio

the best seat in the house is literally anywhere you can see him??? like behind him, you can see his back muscles flex, but in the front, you can see his tattoos on his chest peeking out from the fact that he is not going to ever button the top two buttons on his shirt. also, he leaves his sleeves pushed up to his elbows on most nights

tongue piercing, check. both of his ears are pierced, but he tends to change up whether he has just one in or both. 

you find out about the tongue piercing when he does his taste-testing of the drinks he mixes, via the straw drop (take a black plastic straw, dips the straw into the glass, covers the unsubmerged straw end with his index finger to create suction, lifts the straw to his lips, releases his index finger, and "tastes" the cocktail). usually he’ll put the straw in his mouth, but if he notices you’re watching, well, there goes the tongue piercing.

he wears rings, constantly. at least two, one on each hand.

he is a megan the stallion fan (and nicki minaj too, but i digress) and knows most of the words to her songs. his personal favorite is crybaby, and you being his s/o, well, he’ll sing it word for word to you while making drinks at home. he leans in and whispers the real intense/filthy parts like (”uh-uh, don’t fuck me like that fuck me like this”) yeah. he looks like he’s talking normal, but the way his voice drops more and he whispers??? goodbye world. 

sometimes he likes to tease too much while he’s singing and will lean in to lick the shell of your ear or maybe nip your earlobe, who knows

and then he’ll pass your drink like nothing ever happened

also has doja cat on his playlist, but yuji is to blame for that

cherry knot tying king

casual friday for the staff at said bar/establishment, and he’s coming in jeans and a loose tank top, you know, the ones with the drops on the sleeves on the sides??

sukuna is extremely aware of what’s happening in the room at all times. some creep hitting on someone? intervene.  someone trying to spike a drink?? he catches them in the act.  someone spiked a drink???? he just looks at the recipient, tells them to switch with him, and before they can say anything, they have a new, safe drink while he has the tampered one. 

does he grab offenders whether they’re being following creeps, coming on too strong, or trying to tamper with drinks by the scruff of their necks and carry them out personally? yes, yes he does. if you’re there, he’ll wink at you before he gives him a kick on the ass for good measure as he pushes them out the door.

he makes custom drinks for people, like he’ll ask what’s your preference in taste like sweet, strong or whatever, plus two other questions that seem unrelated but he’s managed to make the perfect drink for you 

again, he’s highly aware of his surroundings, so if you’re looking at his back, he knows, and will look over his shoulder to smirk at you, looking you right in the eyes.  (SHEESH)

thinking of him coming in on one of his days off with a ballcap and a tight, dry fit t-shirt on, so by the time he’s working, his hair is a lil messy, and you better thank heaven for that dry fit t-shirt because MUSCLES BABE

is working on his own lil drink recipe book, which means you either get to be his taste tester, or taste it when he kisses you 

this man knows he’s hot, he’s a smug shit about it, and works it to his favor. does he tie cherry knots at work because the women at the bar go crazy and give him extra tips?? yes

but if you’re there, oh sweetheart, he’s actually going to give you the cherry before putting the knot in his mouth to tie, BYE 

also.... hehe, had to mention this but uh... you could bounce a quarter off that ass of his 

he comes home from a late/graveyard shift, and just crawls into bed, smelling like syrup and cologne, just... run your fingers through his hair and he’ll be out in a few minutes

occasionally, he will sleep on the couch as not to disturb you, but the man really is too big to be sleeping on a couch.

if his shift starts at 6, he comes in at 5, hair a little damp from the shower he just took, and in a clean dry fit shirt and tight slacks or dark colored jeans. he’ll either work in the dry fit shirt, or he has a button up he can change into in the back

also??? really decent and will help you get stains out of your clothes if it’s something he can swing to clean in the sink like a shirt

otherwise, he’ll write what you need on a napkin and pass it to you

fucking hates white claws with a passion, ngl

during particularly slow moments at work, you might be able to catch him plucking a few cords on the guitar that sits on stage or poking around with the piano (look, i think he’s very capable of playing instruments and his fingers are good for it)

painted nails!! they’re usually a dark purple or black, occasionally a dark red. sometimes they’re clear, but he’s gotten the idea from when he supposedly was in his emo phase (and learned to keep something on them from breaking from his younger brother’s friend nobara)

likes to dance with you to the songs on his playlist in his minimalistic kitchen in between cooking or making drinks 

at least once a month, you can catch him in a necklace

during the winter months, tight turtlenecks or ribbed long sleeved shirts are his best friends

he also drives a very nice and sleek black car (i’d imagine it’s like a black audi TT or an audi R8) that sits in the back of the parking lot and has a habit of turning his keys on his index finger as he walks towards the building/into work.

bartending might have started as a part time job when he was in college, but it’s something he’s just kept up over the years 

man fills up a lot of space and knows it, even when he’s leaning on his back countertop during breaks or on the bar to take orders with his arms folded over his chest

ANYWAYS. be nice to your local bartender because he can bite. take that as you will.

[gibbyisbatman]

Case Files

Bucky Barnes X Fem! Reader

18+

Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, dirty talk, pet names(daddy, babygirl), oral(male and female receiving), fingering, use of a condom, semi-public sex(in a work office)

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There was a time when working as a case reviewer would have been the last idea in my mind, much less working for the Avengers at their compound. I've grown to love the job despite its sensitive and disturbing subject matter. I've also grown to see the team I work with as family and one particular super soldier as more.

Sergeant James Barnes is a soft, kind-hearted and beyond intelligent man, that has more to him than meets the eye. On the surface, he appears to be an overpowered brute, but he is far from it. He was a determined man that could do anything that he put his mind to. As he slowly got his memories back and started to learn about life and himself---I became that something.

Since the day I started working on cases at the compound, Bucky found new ways and excuses to come into my office. He claimed it was to ensure that the team put every detail of the event or battle into their paperwork. Or to ensure that I was okay after reading through the negative and often bloody imagery that was transcribed in the files. After several of his visits, I began to catch on to the gorgeous man's intentions.

On one particular day, Sergeant Barnes walked through the door and into my office with determination written all over his structured face. "We have to talk, Y/N." There was a certain harshness to his voice as he spoke, a harshness that sent a chill down my spine. "And what is it that we need to talk about, Sergeant?" I ask as I rise to my feet, mentally begging for him to have the same thoughts in mind.

Bucky swiftly closes the office door with his foot and flicks the lock seconds later. He steps closer and closer, dark eyes looking deep into my own. I lean back against the edge of my desk, waiting for a response when his knee is placed between my own. "Us. What you've been doing to me. Your longing looks and the way you strut through the halls here." He almost hissed. Swallowing deeply, I straighten up and question, "And what is that? What is it that I have done to you?" A smirk is plastered on his features as he responds, "I guess I'll just have to show you."

Before I could process anything, Bucky's plump lips were pressed hard against my own. I was shocked momentarily, but quickly reciprocated the kiss just as feverishly. My body begins to ignite with heat, feeling as if I were on fire. The man pulls away just long enough to sloppily place hot kisses down my jaw and neck, occasionally licking flat lines on the sensitive flesh. A whine escapes my lips, but I quickly cover my mouth. "James, we shouldn't be doing this. We are essentially coworkers." I run a hand down my face with a sigh. "Coworkers or not, this is something we both want. Don't deny it, Y/N." He was right, I did want this. Fuck it.

He grabs the back of my head and pulls me roughly to his lips, his free hand trailing down to the hem of my shirt before pulling roughly on the material. We break apart giving me time to yank my shirt off, tossing it to the side. I tug on his grown out hair earning a growl before his voice whispers in my ear, "You've really done it now, doll."

My breath catches in my throat and I feel my most intimate parts begin to pool with arousal at the petname. Within seconds my hands are fastened behind my back with a strap of leather after Bucky removed his shirts and belt, leaving him dressed from the waist down. "You look so pretty with your arms tied back, but you'd look even better with my cock in your mouth." I begin to salivate just thinking about the weight of his member sliding against my tongue. He guides me to my knees before unzipping his pants and releasing his hard member from the tight confines of his boxers. "Now why don't you make daddy feel good, doll. And maybe I'll help you out".

Just as the last syllable was out of his mouth I was already sucking generously on his tip, occasionally running my tongue along the already weeping slit. "Don't tease, babygirl!" I hear from above me. I look up at the man with innocent eyes through thick lashes just as I swallow down more of his cock. A groan rumbles from deep in his chest which urges me to take him to the back of my throat for a split second before pulling back to the tip. I feel his vibranium hand grip my hair before pushing my head as far as it would go, his coarse curls tickling my nose. I convulse from lack of oxygen before he pulls me back. He repeats this action a few times, using me for his pleasure.

Before he could cum, he pulls me up and strips me from my pants. He pauses for a moment and removes my restraints and all but rips off my bra and panties, leaving me bare for him. His smirk appears once more, "Mm. Now that's better." He immediately engulfs my left nipple in his mouth; sucking, swirling and nipping at it as he pinches and twists the one on my right. I moan and arch my back, grabbing his head and pushing it further into my chest. I feel him groan at my eagerness. He switches off, fondling my left breast while he attacks the right with the skill of his warm mouth. 

He moves further down, nipping my skin along the way all while drawing soft pants from my lips. Bucky's mouth soon hovers over my mound, his hot breath driving me even crazier than before. "You've been such a good girl and look at you soaked all for me. I'll reward you, just tell daddy what you want." He purrs, his voice dripping with arousal. "You. I want you; your fingers, your mouth, your cock." With a beaming grin, Bucky dives into my dripping heat. I moan loudly, throwing my head back. His tongue drags across my slit fully, circling my clit for good measure before sucking harshly on the swollen nub. I choke out his name, my hands weaving through his fluffy hair.

Bucky pushes two of his metal digits into me while flicking his tongue against my throbbing clit. He pumped them in and out at a steady pace, occasionally rubbing against my g-spot as my hips buck in tune with his thrusts. My body feels like it’s on fire and begins to tense. "James, I'm c-close! Oh fuck", l almost scream out. "Come for me, baby girl!" Without a second thought, my vision goes blurry and I feel an immense amount of pleasure rush through my entire body. Bucky continues to pump his fingers allowing me to ride out the rest of my orgasm before he cleans me of my juices. "You are so pretty when you cum. Let's see if we can make that happen again!" 

I pull him back up to me to kiss him roughly, tasting my cum on his lips and tongue with a filthy groan. Bucky quickly rolls a condom onto his still hard member. The large man leads us both down to the floor, allowing me to run my hands up and down his chest. I grind against him to tease him, but he quickly gets fed up with the antics. His strong hands grip my hips hard enough to leave bruises and gives me a daring look.

Deciding not to tease anymore, one of my hands slips between our bodies to align him so I could sink down on his cock. We stay still for a few moments-- for me to adjust to his size and for him to adjust to the tight warmth wrapped around him. My hips begin to rock again him, almost as if they were moving of their own volition. Both of us sigh with pleasure, but it's clear we both need more. Feeling confident enough I slide up and down, making sure to rock forward a bit. I was already a moaning mess, chanting Bucky's name. He was below me, matching my energy, while snapping his hips upwards in time with my thrusts.

My walls were starting to clench and Bucky sensed it. He flipped us over with great speed and pinned my hands above me with one of his large hands. The other toyed with my clit as he continued to thrust hard and fast, bringing me closer and closer to cumming. I could feel his thrusts getting sloppier signaling he was close too. Bucky circled my clit so fast that I didn't have time to warn him before I was cumming all over his cock. He buried himself in my pussy as far as he could go with a few final thrusts before he shot spurts of his cum into the condom.

We lay there breathless and tired for a few moments before silently separating to put our clothes back on. "I've wanted to do that since you started working here, Y/N." Bucky said, back to his slightly shy self. I smiled with a deep blush on my face. "I've wanted that too, James!"

[boontaeveboba]

Sore Loser

Pairing: Hunter x fem!reader

Rating: M (18+ ONLY)

Warnings: this is some straight up smut (PiV), little bit of roughing around/dominant Hunter

Who ever had designed Kamino’s supply closet had not been very forgiving, but at the same time, they probably had not been designed for hooking up in, merely a stash of supplies, cleaning products and the occasional broom.

It wasn’t romantic, stars, it wasn’t even comfortable, but there is no way you would have made it back to your quarters the way the two of you were worked up.

Training had been rough. Each clone had been evaluated for individual assessment, as opposed to the squad, and for extra measure they were up against you.

Sure their were plenty of other hired bounty hunters, Jedi and droids to fight with, but you provided a different set of skills to combat; how to handle separating friendship from survival.

Hunter had been quick to pick up your movements and you had to abandon your usual attacks and charges. Every incoming hit, he saw ahead of time. He never attacked, only defended, studying you closely as each move was made.

It was time for improvisation.

He circled around you, waiting for your next attack, when you let your mind clear, no more planning ahead, you thought, instinct only.

And that was how, only a few short minutes later, you found yourself straddling the Sergeant in the middle of the training field, his viroblade strewn aside and your training blaster firmly pressed under his chin.

As the Kaminoan’s called for your assistance reseting, you saw Hunter slink off to his brothers, watching Wrecker place a reassuring hand to his shoulder.

“You’ll get her next time. No one could have seen that final move coming.” You heard Wrecker tell him.

“Statistically, there was a 1 in 2,531 chance of her ever beating you.” Tech quipped.

“It just happened to be this time.” Crosshair sneered.

When the team finally left and you were dismissed and you let out a sigh of exhaustion. You were ready for rest.

Lucky for you, that wouldn’t come til much later.

The halls were dark as the ever present storms of Kamino ragged on, you almost missed the figure sliding beside you.

His red bandana flashed as he jumped in front of you, attempting to scare you.

“I heard you coming.” You laughed.

Hunter laughed too, “but will you know what’s coming next?”

“Next? Hunter I have to-” but your sentence wasn’t finished as he cut you off with a quick peck.

“What if someone sees?” You hissed as pulled back, laughing at your sour expression.

“They won’t, not if you come with me.” He responded, extending a hand to yours.

Hesitantly, you took it and then found yourself being yanked into a supply closet you hadn’t know was next to you.

Lips immediately pressed into yours as your back crashed into shelving.

“Ouch!” You yelped.

“That’s what you get for earlier.”

“Hunter, that was strictly professional!”

“And so is this,” he said, yanking your shirt over your head.

“I’m never going to hear the end of getting my butt kicked by a training officer.” He growled nipping and biting at the newly exposed skin of your chest.

“Not just any training officer?” You smirked. “The one you’ve been sleeping with for the past few months? Let’s not forget.”

Hunter let out an annoyed groan before shoving his face in-between your tits. His hands reached around and fondled your ass.

“Seeing you so, so intuitive, so natural at taking me down,” he mused, in-between now sucking each breast while palming the other, “it was so...”

“Sooo...?” You raked your fingernails down his head through his hair, tugging softly on the ends.

“So hot.” He groaned. “I’ve never seen you look like that.” He raised back up to kiss you again.

As he continued to kiss you, you ran a hand down along his armor, searching for clasps to undo the codpiece.

“Let me.” He said softly, pulling back so he could take off the plastoid covering him.

Stripped down now to only in his blacks you ran your hand along the prominent bulge in his pants.

“Look, I’m already hard at this point, you don’t need to tease.”

“Maybe I should help you out with that?” You said sweetly sinking down to your knees.

Hunter backed up slightly to give you more room in the cramped space. He rolled down his blacks and underwear freeing his stuff cock.

You placed a kiss at his tip, before licking a stripe from the base to the end.

Smirking mirthlessly at him you spoke, “but I don’t think losers deserve a reward.”

You stood back up.

“That’s it.” Hunter snapped.

He grabbed your shoulders and spun you around. He slammed you up against a free wall.

“I’ll show what a loser like me can do.”

Unceremoniously, he yanked down your pants and underwear, and began groping your ass.

You turned your head to look at him, but he swatted you lightly.

“Do not move unless I say so. Got it?”

You nodded.

“I can’t hear you.” He growled.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes Hunter.”

“Good.” He came closer to you, one hand on your hip anchoring you between him and the wall.

The other hand was making its way towards your dripping cunt.

“What’s this? All for me?”

“Yes Hunter.”

One finger began swirling inside, while another sought out your most sensitive spot.

“Who knew training could get you so worked up?” He purred bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear.

You whined and pressed your ass against his straining cock.

“No no baby.” He said continuing his ministrations, slowly. “I don’t know if a loser like me should let you have that. It might ruin your reputation.”

You hissed as he added another finger to you, “sorry you suck at training sims.”

“What was that?” He yanked his hand away and you whined again at the loss of contact.

“Maybe you don’t deserve this cock then.” He said backing up slightly and running a hand up and down himself.

Not wanting to risk fully turning around, you glanced over your shoulder at him stroking himself.

“You want it?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” He repeated.

“Yes Hunter, please.”

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m not a sore loser,” he said coming back up behind you lining himself up with your entrance from behind. “I can’t say the same about you though,” he slid his full length in you eliciting a loud moan from you “at least the sore part.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice with that last part.

His hands found your hips and he began thrusting into you.

“How are you this tight every time?” He said, between gritted teeth.

Your arms were splayed in front of you bracing yourself as he slid in and out.

“How do you always fill me up so well.?” You responded.

He only let out a soft chuckle to that. “You’re so good to me. So tight. You take me so well.”

You closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of Hunter pounding into you. A free hand of his roamed over your front, squeezing your tits together.

“And so soft.”

You dipped one of your own hands down the front of your body, finger finding your clit, you let out a slow moan.

“Oh no you don’t,” said Hunter and he quickly replaced that hand with his own. “I may not have won today, but I will certainly be collecting a reward of my own.”

His hips slapped against your backside at bruising pace and his fingers found that sweet and most sensitive spot, pushing you over the edge, causing you to gush over him.

“Hunter!” You cried out, your hips jerking back to his.

He didn’t let up.

“Come on baby, I know you have more than one in you. I saw it earlier. You were just as turned on as I was when you knocked me down earlier. I was completely defenseless, just like you are now.”

You felt him, deeper, borderline to bottoming you out.

“C’mon baby, let go for me.”

Your legs trembled and you felt weak as he drove another orgasm from you, his own not far behind. The two of you riding the wave of pleasure until you felt as if you would fall over, you were so exhausted.

Pulling out, Hunter then flipped out around, searching your eyes. “You alright?”

“Never better.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and pressed a kiss to your mouth.

“I should kick your ass more often if I knew this would be the result.” You told him.

He through his head back and laughed, laughed!

“That was a one time thing, I’m afraid.” He said pulling his blacks up and tossing you your discarded shirt.

“So sure?” You asked him, as he began buckling armor again.

“Positive sweetheart. But this hooking up in the supply closet, definitely not.”

Now it was your turn to laugh.

[keilemlucent]

umm......... thoughts on Keigo edging you until you cry and then ruining your orgasm?

—luv mint uwu

oh mint, thank you for this one.

keigo would be so fucking mean about edging you. keeping you pent up for days at a time. giving you the most chaste touches and fleeting kisses, no matter how wound up you get. even if he does go anywhere near your cunt, he’d probably just give you a kiss there for goods measure. 

no excess stimulation. he wants to get you wound up and desperate so that when he finally does give you that attention you’re also so frustrated, you start begging for more.

this only gives him the opportunity to just be meaner, you know? call you greedy as you writhe from the smallest touches, working his way to your cunt and just continue his diligent work there.

curls his fingers in you just right, nips at your inner thighs without giving you a hint of completion maybe, if you beg really pretty and sweet for him, he’ll spit on your clit. he’ll call you a filthy little bird while he does, but you’re already so out of it that you hardly care. the chill of the drool is enough stimulation to have your pussy fluttering around his fingers. 

he’ll keep up this dance for as long as he can stand, barely giving you anything at all until you start to crack, then just another morsel to keep you going. when you start hiccuping sobs between pleads, he just gets meaner.

when so fucking close, your muscles start straining and pulling with how tight you’re wound. you’re weeping, hardly in your right mind you beg and beg and beg to be able to cum

and when you’re just at your peak, just getting over the edge.

(thank you for this inspo mint :’^)

he bites.

the kitten licks to your clit stop entirely as Keigo cuts of any orgasm could’ve had by ripping his fingers from your cunt, and giving your clit a bite.

an instant later, he’s pulling away, laying a few quick slaps to your beared cunt because why the fuck not! it’s not like you deserve to come, not with what a glutton you’ve been

you arch, shrieking and on the edges of panic. keigo’s kinda enough to pin your hips down as they rut against the air, against nothing because he sure as hell isn’t giving you any more than he already has. 

“wasn’t enough for you, huh?” keigo laughs, patting you with some false sympathy. “that’s fine. we’ll try again. you can wait that long, can’t you?”

[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan, Chapter 54: Moving Forward (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

Chapter 54: Moving Forward

Henry POV

My lips on hers wasn’t enough. Our bodies being this close was still too far.

I crawled forward, gently pushing her back until we were on the floor. I was trying to be gentle, but my body screamed to get inside her and get some release. But my heart was happy to be close, to feel accepted again. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, gently probing and tasting her, and she opened to me. We moaned together softly, and I gently lowered my body onto hers, my hips nestling between her legs and instinctively grinding against her. I couldn’t help that if I wanted to.

I traced the line of her jaw and nipped her ear, enjoying how her head fell back. Her soft pants were urging me on. I tasted her neck and I felt her body arch to me, her hips moving with mine. I growled, instinctively wanting to take her now, but I needed to take my time. My heart was one way and my body another. I pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it aside. I unclasped her bra and bit the middle, sliding it down her arms. I almost went into child’s pose pulling it off her, but that gave me the perfect opportunity to curl my fingers into the waistbands of what she had on her lower body and I pulled that down and off, too.

She gasped as I began bathing her with my tongue, long strokes from her neck to her chest, each ending in gentle sucking kisses. She loved those, I knew, and felt my pulse leap as she squirmed. I finally got to her breasts, doing the same, but each kiss ended at her nipple, making her arch and dig her fingers into my upper back and causing an ache that snaked down my spine and into my cock, which twitched and painfully pushed against my pants.

I began to pull my t-shirt off, but then she did the job for me, and I got out of my sweats and kicked off my shoes and socks. “Ah!” We both said it, finally skin to skin and feeling the beginning of relief. Oh, and blessed instinct! My cock knew exactly where to go, what to do. I moved my hips, sliding it between her lips which seemed to open to me. But no, not yet…I moaned as I felt her mouth on my neck, nipping and sucking gently at my jugular. Again I am of two minds.

Make her writhe, Henry, then fuck the hell out of her.

Make love to her, Henry…you both need that.

I went with my instinct. No labels, do what feels right.

I kissed my way down the center of her body and my body tightened as hers squirmed again, reaching for me. Finally, I was there, at her core, and I inhaled a scent that was hers, just hers, and just mine to have. I dragged my tongue up her sex and she whimpered my name. The tension was almost painful in me. I delved deeper and caught her essence on my tongue, and greed overtook me. I closed my mouth over her sex and let my tongue swirl around that already swelling nub that begged for attention. She cried out, but it was breathless and high pitched. The sound vibrated down my spine and I reveled in her raising her hips to me, offering herself to me and inviting more. I pushed my tongue deeper, sucking gently as I withdrew, only to circle that swollen nub and do it again…and again…and again…repeatedly…

Her body writhed as if it was wracked with fever. She was all instinct now, all desire and lust for me to unravel and and get lost in. The ache in my spine eased at the taste of her, the sight of her body moving. Low moans came from her as I tasted her surrender. She squirmed, and I felt her pulse on my tongue. Yes, she needed more, and so did I. I crawled over her and lightly sank my teeth into her neck as I teased her slit with my cock, now swollen with need. I couldn’t wait anymore. I meant to inch in, but became a plunge as instinct took over, answering the tight wet heat I wanted and needed so badly.

“Henry!”

“Uhhh….!” I slowly withdrew, only to plunge deeper. I kept the pace slow, savoring rocking back and forth in her, watching the look on her face. Her eyes were closed as she arched to me, her face a cross between agony and relief.

“Oh, baby…” She whimpered as I began to pump your sex, and I felt that delicious tightness as I stroked her walls, burying myself completely to the hilt, sheathed in heat and feeling her flutter around me. I pounded her steadily, and her body moved with mine helplessly until she screamed, her entire body clasping mine.

Again, oh yes, again. I only slowed to savor for a few moments and kept on. “That’s it, love…like that…you feel so good, darling…so good…”

She whimpered and gasped as I kept riding her. She arched to me and I got deeper penetration.

“Yes…yes…I love it when you quiver like that!” I panted, my cock swelling against her walls. It was delicious, feeling my climax travel within me as hers was building, flowing and ebbing over and over. I moaned her name, licking my lips which were dry in anticipation.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Yes, yes…”

She came, her body clenching around me as she gave a high pitched moan, and my head fell back as I bucked uncontrollably, letting instinct take over completely as I rode her to my climax, hard thrusts giving way to pulsing spurts in response to her gushes of surrender. I felt like it would go forever, like I’d saved it all.

My ending thrust left me embedded deep within her, twitching and still delivering spasms of relief. She cried out softly, her body still clasping me, her sex still pulsing around me in aftermath. We laid there, holding each other and kissing, riding it out. But I felt it: I wanted more. As powerful and intense as that was, I wanted more.

*****

“Henry?” you call weakly as he gently pulls out of you. He kisses your forehead, your eyes and nose before lifting you in his arms effortlessly. He was stronger now…maybe hungrier, too?

He looks down at you. Oh, no, he isn’t done with you, you realize.

 He carries you up the steps and lays you on the bed, but he turns you over to your stomach and pulls you to our hands and knees. You feel the heat of his body at your back, kisses on your neck and shoulder as his hands stroke your sides. Your breathing is shallow with anticipation, your body is warmed again by his kisses, his touch. He teases you with his meatus, drawing it up and down your slit, and you you’re your wetness flow again in response.

“Ah!” You cry out softly as he pushes in partially. He works himself in deeper with each thrust and you close your eyes, seeing it happening in your mind. Your body clenches around him and you move your hips, coaxing him to harden and lengthen, thicken inside you, b stay inside you.

You feel his hand gently grasp your shoulder, the other your hip. You lick your lips and bite the lower one as he pounds you steadily. Oh, God, this is sooo good…. When he feel you start to climax, he eases his control and hold, allowing you to rock against him. You can hear his growls and moans, feel him throb inside you, which only makes you squirm for more. Your bodies keep feeding off one another, each climax building toward the next. You are slightly chilled by the sweat building on your back, but warmed every time he surges within you. He’s rutting you and all you can do is moan helplessly. He is in control, but you love it.

You release high pitched scream ending in a moan, panting a release that ends several thrusts later, but then happens again as you feel his cock thicken at the pit of your stomach, stabbing your cervix as his thrusts become short and tight and his hands brace your hips to keep you in place as he buries himself to the hilt repeatedly. You lose all control, your hips twerking to get more of him, to feel every swollen inch, every vein that throbs against your walls. You feel like you’re in heat, and he is the only cure, the only relief to have. You arch swaying back and forth as his hold becomes tight.

“Fuck, baby!” he pants out, then groans, “I’m coming...” His cry and long and deep and his thrusts become the same as he pumps and spills his life into you. He is virile; his seed is much, coating your walls as his hips snap and jerk in and out in release. “Uhhhh….” He sounds as if he is agony, but his release brings pleasure and pain. You arch again, the sensations creating another wave of orgasm and he grinds into you, milking cries out of you as you flood and pulse around him. He leans over you, holding you close and warming you as the waves come back and forth until you both collapse, still panting as the storms within you subside. The hair on his chest tickles your back as his lungs expand and contract against your back, almost in unison with your own breathing.

He falls to his side, taking you with him and keeping a hold on your hip and successfully staying inside you. He kisses your shoulder gently, and pulls the covers over you both as he adds his own arms and a well placed leg for good measure. You giggle at that.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

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Into the fire chapter 2:

Smut ahead minors DNI

When I woke up, he was still holding me close, soft snores leaving his mouth as I slowly drifted back into sleep.

Some time later, I was awoken by a few kisses to my forehead. “Gmornin baby boy. How’d you sleep?” He asked, his voice still laced with sleep.

“I slept great. Thank you for that.” I mumbled into his chest as he pulled me closer. A small hum left his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck after pulling me into him.

“Let’s just have a lazy day. I’m off and Hunnigan said you don’t need to come in today. We can watch all the sleazy slasher movies your heart desires.” He spoke into my hair. “But first, let me love on my baby okay?” He asked, waiting for a response from me but when he got none he realized that I was back asleep. A small chuckle reverberated in his chest as he closed his baby blue eyes, relishing the moment seeing as these mornings were rare.

It was probably about ten when I woke up, the bed feeling slightly empty as I sat up. As soon as I did, he walked out of the bathroom, stretching his arms up to the ceiling. “Good morning sweetheart.” He said climbing back under the covers, pulling me close as humanly possible. “Now, can I love on my baby boy?” He asked, placing a few kisses down my neck, eliciting a small gasp from me.

“Of course.” I said placing one hand in his hair, carding my fingers through his hair.

“You are absolutely handsome.” He said attacking my collarbone with small nips, more than likely leaving hickies in his wake. I felt his hands grazing my back, resting on my hips. “Fuck baby, you have no idea what you do to me.” He said, pulling me back into the bed, slowly grinding himself into my hips. A gasp left my throat as he began attacking my chest with kisses.

“Leon, fuck babe.” I said slightly pulling on his hair causing him to let out a groan.

“If you keep doing that I might have to punish you.” He said with a chuckle nipping at my top surgery scars.

“Ahhh t-those are sensitive.” I said gripping his hair tighter accidentally pulling at it. “I-I’m sorry babe I didn’t mean to.” I whimpered massaging his scalp.

“It’s okay baby, I just like to tease you.” He said, kissing down my torso, stopping just above my sweatpants. “Are you okay with this sweetheart?” He asked, grabbing my hand, smiling up at me.

“I’m perfectly okay with this. I love you.” I said, squeezing his hand slightly, returning a smile to him.

“Atta boy.” He whispered, hooking his thumbs on my sweatpants and boxers, pulling them off my body. “God Christ almighty you are absolutely handsome.” He said kissing my thighs, running his hands down my sides. He slowly moved up, stopping right at my slit. “God look at you. Did I make you this wet? Hm? Even your t dick is hard, baby.” He groaned, running his finger through my slit, then rubbing my t dick.

“Leon -ah fuck babe.” I moaned, rutting my hips into his hand. “I- just- Mhmm it feels ah- so good.”

“You’re so cute like this. Flushed and writhing.” He said as he started to lick and suck on my t dick. I instinctively closed my legs due to the amount of pleasure only to receive a small smack on my thigh. “Keep em open baby. Fuck you’re so hot.” He moaned out, jerking me off. “Look at you, clenching around nothing fuck.” He said beginning to eat me out like his life depended on it. I felt his nose on my dick causing a loud moan to escape my lips. My hands practically flew down to his hair, trying to pull him closer. He slowly inserted two fingers, causing me to whimper and buck my hips. “God baby.” He moaned, sitting up. “Always so tight for me hm?” He hummed in my ear, removing his fingers from my desperate hole. Words escaped my mind at the sudden emptiness I felt, only a loud whine leaving my body.

“Let me make you feel good.” I said, trying to sit up.

“No no no, this is all about you okay?” He said gently pushing me back onto the bed. He rested his hand on my cheek, caressing my face. “God you’re adorable baby boy.” He said removing his boxers. “See something you like, baby boy?” I nodded at him.

“Come on now. Use your words like a big boy.” He said in a teasing tone, toying with my nipple.

“Y-yes daddy.” I moaned into his ear.

“Daddy hm? Fuck. Didn’t think you had that up your sleeve.” He groaned in my ear, spreading my legs further apart. “Guess daddy will have to treat his baby boy then.” He said lowly as he started pushing his cock into me, causing a moan to leave my throat. “Fuck you’re tight.” He moaned, bottoming out into me. “God it’s like you’ve never been fucked before. But you and I both know how much of a dirty boy you are.” He said, rolling his hips against mine. “Besides, I know how much of a slut my boy is. You love being so fucked out that you can’t remember anything but my name, don’t you baby?” He grunted into my ear, and began to thrust into me, as hard as he could. His grip on my hips was tight, sure to leave bruises behind. “Cum as many times as you want. I’m not letting up until you cum at least three times.”

A whimper left my lips as I felt him speeding up his thrusts, causing me to cum almost instantly. “Fuck baby, alrighty cumming? Hm? I guess my baby boy really is that sensitive.” He moaned into my ear, fucking me though my first orgasm of the day. “Let it all out baby. I wanna hear every cute noise you make.” He whispered in my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine. He latched on to my collarbone, attacking it and my chest with small nips and leaving a path of hickies in his wake. “L-Leon baby ah,, it’s t-too much fuck.” I moaned out as he slowed his thrusts and tears left the corners of my eyes.

“Shhh, here, let’s take a break. I don’t want my baby boy to cry.” He said pulling out of me. “Come here. Let’s just go back to sleep okay?” He asked, pulling me into his chest.

“B-but you didn’t cum yet.” I whispered, burying my head in his chest.

“It’s okay baby, I just wanted to make you feel good.” He said, resting his hands on the small of my back. “Besides, getting to see you come undone like that is enough to make me happy.”

“But I want to make you feel good.” I whimpered, rolling my hips against his for good measure. “I can take it. It wasn’t pain that made me cry. It’s just been a while and I wanted to be your good boy so I didn’t touch myself the whole time you were gone.”

“Fuck baby, that’s hot. Didn’t think you had it in ya. Don’t worry I’ll take good care of my good boy.” He said, propping me up in his lap as he scooted up to the headboard of the bed, leaning against it. “You don’t have to do anything, I’ll do all the work. Just enjoy yourself baby.” He said, wrapping an arm around my waist, using his other hand to guide himself back into me.

“Leon I- fuck ah.” I moaned out, falling forward onto his chest, my head resting under his chin. “Feels s-so good d-daddy.”

“Shhh shhh shhh I’ve got you baby. Just lean on me and I’ll do the rest.” He said, kissing the top of my head and slowly thrusting up into me, causing me to cry out in pleasure. “Look at you, taking all of my cock and just letting go. With the way you keep squeezing me I might not last that long.” He half moaned, speeding up his thrusts.

“I’m close fuck. Please daddy please give me your cum. I can take it. I-.” I moaned out, my orgasm hitting me fast and hard.

“Good boy, I’ll give you what you want.” He said helping me ride out my orgasm as he came in me. “Goddamn baby, are you okay?” He asked slightly lifting me up so he could pull out.

“I’m fantastic. Thank you Leon.” I said moving off of him to lay back down on our bed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too baby. Let’s take a nap and then we’ll get cleaned up okay?” He said pulling my back into his chest, snaking his arms around me. I felt him rest his head on top of mine, letting out a content hum. Shortly thereafter I drifted off into a blissful sleep, feeling safe in his arms.

I woke up to him playing with my hair, moving a few strands out of my face. “Good afternoon handsome.” He whispered kissing behind my ear. “Let me help you to the shower.” He said picking me up off the bed.

“LEON SCOTT!” I yelled flailing a bit. “Don’t scare me like that.” I frowned.

“Hehehe, I thought I’d surprise you and now you’re awake.” He said placing me on the bathroom counter before heading over to the tub and turning on the water letting it get hot. “We both have to go in tomorrow. I just got a call from Hunnigan about 10 minutes ago. You’re a really heavy sleeper.” He said, placing a hand on my knee.

“I figured that. We never get a vacation or any breaks.” I sighed, placing my hand on top of his. “Maybe one day we can have two days off.” I chuckled, smiling at him.

“Probably not. We have important jobs, and somehow others get a break but we don’t. Besides, as long as I can fight by your side, it’s all worth it.”

“Leon Scott Kennedy, are you getting soft on me again?”

“Only for you. Also I made dinner reservations for us at 7:00. How does Italian sound?” He said hoisting me up to place me in the tub before taking his spot across from me.

“Well I do love Italian food, so I’m definitely happy with your choice.” I said, leaning back and letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles.

“Someone looks happy.”

“I’m always happy with you.”

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[exploradora-writes]

Fireside Love: An Arthur x Charlotte Fic (18+ Only)

Warnings: NSFW, wholesome smut 

Summary:  During a snowstorm, Arthur and Charlotte decide to use their time cooped up in their cabin wisely.

Word Count: 3,455

Notes: Thank you @the-halo-of-my-memory​  and @unpocowboys​ for helping me out with this fic. The both of you are very talented writers! I plan on writing more Charlotte and Arthur fics in the future. These two are one of my favorite comfort couples, so I wanted to make a spicy yet cozy fic about them. Warning: Tons of wholesome smut ahead...

This fic can also be found on my AO3 under exploradora_writes

The first frost flakes began to stick to the window, the kitchen gradually becoming colder as snowflakes began to fall from the pitch black sky outside. 

Charlotte sighed, tossing another log into the stove, her stew stubbornly refusing to boil. She glanced at the woodpile, the three tiny logs lying there in an almost mocking sort of way. 

The clouds blocked out much of the sunlight, but she knew it would be dark soon. She held onto the counter, trying her hardest not to think of the worst, but she couldn’t help it.

He could be lost, stranded with no direction, no food, no warmth.

She shook her head, coming to her senses. Arthur may view himself as nothing but muscle and absolutely no brain, but as his wife, she knew better. He had an excellent sense of direction and survival skills. Any minute he’d be through that door with a load of firewood, and maybe even an animal or two.

She asked if she could come. Two heads were better than one, she tried to reason.

“No, darlin’, as much as I’d love to go with you, I need you stayin’ home and watchin’ over the house, keepin’ it warm. Wouldn’t want any strangers takin’ residence while we’re gone, would we?”

More than one weary traveller, some more hostile than others, had taken up residence in their home on more than one occasion while the two of them were off on hunting trips. While she understood where Arthur was coming from, she couldn’t escape her fear of the worst. She’d already lost one of the men she loved dearly to the harsh conditions of nature, she couldn’t bear to lose another one.

Her motionless broth seemed to stare back up at her as it refused to boil. “You ain’t making this easy for me, broth.”

Talking to an inanimate substance? The snow really was making her stir crazy. Arthur had better hurry up before I start talking to the logs, she thought. 

Figuring the broth was nowhere near boiling over, she took those three pathetic logs sitting on the woodpile and tossed them in the fireplace. She looked around for a match, lit it with a satisfying strike, and tossed it on the pile. The flames licked up the logs, but Charlotte knew it couldn’t last long. She lay back on a chair in the kitchen, staring into the flames of the fire. She smiled, her eyes following the flames as they danced along the logs, remembering all those years ago when her and Arthur danced around the campfire on their little outdoor honeymoon getaway. They drank and sang and made love their fair share of times by the roaring flames of the fire. Sure, it was no fancy trip in the big city, but it was simple and memorable. 

Unfortunately, the fire before her sounded more of a purr as opposed to a roar. She let out another sigh, looking back at the empty woodpile, longing for her strong handsome woodsman to return.  

As if on cue, she heard the door handle jiggle, as the man she had been longing to see emerged from the snowy darkness outside. 

“Arthur!” She arose, practically pouncing on him. He moved his scarf away from his cherry red face, panting from the effort of carrying.. firewood. Loads of it. Charlotte sighed with relief at the sight, wrapping her arms around him. She didn’t care that he was like an icicle, nor that she would get wet from the snow that dusted his wooly blue coat. Her hands met his face, cold despite the large beard he sported. Her lips met his, her warm pink lips melting his icy blue ones. 

“Charlotte,” he breathed. “Glad I made it in time. Bundle up and help me haul in some of this wood. I have a feelin’ this is only the beginin’ of this snow storm.” 

She threw on a sweater, a coat, and a pair of boots. She opened the door to the dark depths of the winter night. The bitter cold nipped at her entire body despite being bundled up head to toe. She tried to imagine how good the fire would feel against her and her lover’s bodies once they were in the warmth of their little home. 

Arthur had made quite the haul. Firewood, some supplies from the general store, and even a deer. She smiled, feeling her body warm up as she thought of how wonderful and lucky she was to have a man like him. 

They fought against the wind back into the house. It took the strength of the two of them to even get the door closed. They both panted and fell against each other. 

“Well, we best get cozy, darlin.’ We’re gonna be here awhile.” Arthur said, removing his snow covered clothes. 

Charlotte returned to the kitchen, the pot of broth finally showing signs that it was preparing to boil. She threw another log on the stove for good measure. 

Arthur came up behind her and kissed her cheek, his cold lips sending a shiver down her spine. “How’s everything comin’ along?”

She smiled as the both began to boil. “Rather nicely now that you’ve returned, cowboy.”

“Hmmm I figured I’d have the opposite effect. My coldness would ruin any hopes of ever makin’ a good meal.”

“Quite the contrary, Mr. Morgan.” She stirred in the ingredients: savory chicken, carrots, onions, and peas. “Because I think you’re so hot, you make pots boil. You made mine boil when you walked through that door.” She looked back at him, stirring the pot in lazy circles. “Cheeks still rosy from the cold?”

“Er, yeah,” he fumbled, “you could say that.” 

She rubbed his face, running her fingers through his beard. “You hungry?”

His hands ran along her hips. “Starvin’..” 

“We could eat in front of the fire if you’d like. It’d be a nice change, don’t you think?” 

“Sure, sounds cozy.” He gave her hips one last squeeze before getting two bowls from the above cabinets. “Smells delicious.’”

“You talking about the soup or are you talking about me, dear?” She gave him a small smile. 

“Can’t I be talking about both?” Like a magnetic attraction, his hands were back on her hips.

“Goodness you’re handsy tonight!” She giggled. “Alright, soup’s on.”

He gave her cheek a quick peck before serving himself a large bowl of soup. She unwrapped some bread she had been saving for tonight and placed it in each of their bowls. They brought their meals over to the fireplace, sitting in front of it. 

Arthur took a sip, his body quickly warming up from the combination of the fire and the broth. He let out a satisfied groan. “This soup’s real good, sweetheart.”

“Well I’m glad you think so,” she beamed. “I always worry I’ll muck something up.”

“That’d be pretty hard for you to do, Char.” He smiled at her, motioning for her to sit closer to him. She obliged, cosying up to him and resting her head on his shoulder.

The sounds of the crackling fire and the slurping of soup filled the room. Arthur tipped his bowl back, finishing the rest of the broth. He let out a satisfied sigh and took Charlotte’s bowl as well, putting them next to the sink to be washed. He’ll clean up eventually, he thought. Right now all he wanted to do was warm up his wonderful wife.

  He changed into his union suit, catching a glimpse outside the window. The snow came down with a vengeance. He grabbed a log from the pile and tossed it into the dying flames. The fire continued to dwindle. 

“Goddamm it,” he muttered, bending over to grab the poker and stir the ashes around. He felt the familiar sensation of a hand giving his behind a light smack. He turned around, his wife looking around, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. 

He arched an eyebrow. “Was that really necessary, darlin’?”

“Was what necessary?” She tried looking away, but try as she might, her lips continued to curl into a smile.

“You know damn well what I’m talkin’ about, missy. Your hand just loves smackin’ my ass, don’t it?” 

“That is quite the accusation, Mr. Morgan!”

“I oughtta smack YOU on the ass.”

She smirked, tilting her head. “Well? What’s stopping you?”

He studied her for a second, then knelt down next to her. “Goddamn, have you always been this naughty?”

“Always have, always will be. It’s one of the reasons you married me, remember?” She lay back on the carpet. “Now get me a blanket, would you, darling? It’s freezing in here.”

He sighed, tossing her a few blankets. He tossed another log on the fire, then lay next to her. He wrapped his arms around her as she shivered against him. He scooted the two of them closer to the fire. “There, now that’s better.”

She nuzzled against his chest and yawned. “Arthur?”

“Hmm?” He looked down at her.

“How long do you think we’ll be in here? Waiting out this storm?”

He looked outside again, the snow showing no signs of stopping. “Awhile. Don’t know how long exactly, but we’ve survived much worse. ‘Sides, I stocked up on food and supplies, we’ll be fine.

She sighed, looking up at him and kissing his cheek. “Well, we’ve got plenty of time, what should we do to pass it?”

He chuckled. “Well, there’s always dominoes, and redecoratin’, and we can always be workin’ on our marriage.”

“Oh? And how exactly do you want to work on that?” She held his hand, circling his palm with her thumb.

“Well, when’s the last time we’ve had to ourselves like this? Seems like we’re always busy with housework, farmwork, all kinds of work. This is a good opportunity for us to just… be in each other’s presence.”

She hummed against his chest. “Sounds wonderful.”

The flames of the fire crackled, and Charlotte let out a small, breathy laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Arthur asked.

“Oh just remembering our little honeymoon.”

Arthur smiled as the memories came flooding back. “That little camping trip.”

“Yes! Remember, out on the lake?”

“How could I forget? We tipped the whole damn canoe over!” He laughed, rocking back and forth and waving his arms around dramatically, reenacting the fateful moment. 

The two of them collapsed on the floor in a heap of giggles, cuddling up to each other to trap the warmth again as their laughter died down. Charlotte looked into the flames of the fire, a small smile on her face. “And the campfire,” she mused. “Illuminated the entire night sky. Millions of tiny stars, looking down at us.”

Arthur chuckled. “Yeah, I remember.Them crickets were noisy sons of bitches, weren’t they?”

“I think they thought the same thing about us, dear.” She ran her hands along his chest, gazing into his blue eyes that perfectly complimented his rosy cheeks. 

“Darlin’, you were the one makin’ all the noise,” he said in a low tone.

She sighed, resting her head against his chest. “You’re right, you always were a good lover.”

He rubbed her back, gazing into the flames as well. “You know, we could alway reenact that night. If you’re up to it that is.”

She smirked, smooching his cheek. “I thought you’d never ask,” she whispered in his ear, giving it a small nip. He let a gasp escape his lips.

“Jesus, darlin’.” His lips met hers as he gracefully flipped her onto her back. “I was on top, remember?” He pinned her wrists to the soft, welcoming rug beneath them. It was her turn to let out a gasp. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow, the weight of her husband’s warm body causing blood to rush throughout her entire being. 

She kissed his neck and moaned. “Are you sure I wasn’t the one on top?” She wrapped her legs around his torso and twisted her body around and caught him off guard. Arthur grunted, his wife now the one staring down at him. 

He couldn’t help but chuckle. Who knew such a typically mild mannered woman could have the drive and spunk of a working girl? He felt himself growing stiff beneath her. 

“No, darlin’, you’ve got it all wrong, remember? You were on top when we was by the lake, after we went skinny dippin’. I remember ‘cause the rocks were diggin’ into my back, but hell, it was worth is just to watch myself disappear inside of you over and over again.”

Warmth flooded her core as she began to grind against his leg. “Well, which was it, Arthur? Make up your mind before...before I..” She buried her face in the crook of his neck and moaned.

“Look at you…” he chuckled. “You gonna cum before I’m even inside you?” 

She shook her head. 

“Thought not. Goddamn, you must be soaked.” He held her against him and kissed her lips. He lay her back down against the soft texture of the rug, his hands exploring her body, as they had on that fateful night. “Now it’s all comin’ back to me. You were lyin’ there, the light of the fire dancin’ across your nude body…” His hands played with the straps of her nightgown before sliding them off, revealing her bare bosom. “Your breasts, milky white…” He planted kisses on them, his calloused fingers running across her pink buds. 

She bit her lip to stifle a moan. “Yeah? Then what?”

He slid the nightgown further down her body. “Your stomach, soft and delicate” His voice had grown low and a bit hoarse. 

Charlotte rubbed her thighs together, her breath shallow as she anticipated his next move.

Finally, he slid the nightgown completely off of her body, the cold air hitting her skin. She shivered, not from the air, but from the sensation of Arthur’s bearded face rubbing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He kissed all the way up her thigh until he reached her core. He placed his fingers against it, and while a layer of cloth separated his touch from her body, she still left out a soft moan.

“Yes...yes…” he growled. “I’m rememberin’ now. How you tasted…” He looked up at her as he slid her panties down her legs. “Darlin’, it’s takin’ everythin’ in me not to devour you right now.”

“W-what’s stopping you?” 

That comment again. God, she was a relentless tease. 

He stared at her as he gave her pussy a long, teasingly slow lick. She let out a soft whimper at the sensation of his warm tongue against her intimacy. Her juices continued to flow, and he was right there to lap them up with his eager mouth.

Her taste was familiar to his tongue, sweet as summer honeysuckles. His beard rubbed the skin of her inner thighs, and she arched her back as his tongue continued to explore the familiar territory of her folds. His cock throbbed against the tight fabric of his union suit. He longed to be inside her, to hold her against him as their heartbeats began to sync. 

He growled, fumbling with the buttons of his suit and he moved his head back and forth. He ran his hand along his entire length, finally letting it free from its previous confines. 

His wife couldn’t help but glance down and moan at the sight of her husband pleasuring himself while he pleasured her. She bucked against his face, feeling herself reaching her peak.

His calloused thumb made lazy circles around her clit while his other thumb circled the head of his cock. 

Charlotte bit her lip and whimpered, squirming against her husband’s face. 

“That’s it, darlin’,” he growled, “cum for me. You can do it, I know you’re close. Fuck…” His cock leaked with precum. 

She arched her back and moaned out his name, and while no one could feasibly hear them in the middle of the woods, right at that moment it felt like the entire world knew that Arthur Morgan was filling her with ecstasy as she reached her climax. 

She panted, her body coated with a thin layer of sweat. “Oh...Oh, Arthur..”

He panted heavily as well, sliding beside her and kissing her, his face and beard still lingering with the taste and scent of her. 

“Mmm that’s a good girl…” he whispered in her ear. 

Her hands squeezed his glistening biceps, then trailed down to his chest and stomach. She played with his chest hair, a sly smirk on her face. “My big man loves to eat, hmm?” she teased, kissing his neck and nipping his earlobe. 

“You’re damn right I do.” He let out a grunt, his cock twitching. 

Charlotte kissed him and shimmied the rest of his suit down his body. 

“Now we’ve just gotta stay close together so we don’t freeze to death,” she said, her hand gripping his length and stroking it. She kissed his lips, muffling the groan that escaped his mouth. 

“Mmm I want us both facin’ the fire,” he whispered. “No more fightin’ to be on top.” 

“Yes sir.” She obeyed, laying on her side facing the fire. 

He slid her body against his, turning her face so he could kiss her. He lifted her leg, reaching a hand around to rub her pussy, still soaked from their previous interaction. 

He slid inside of her with ease, both of them gasping practically the same breath. His cock inside of her was a familiar feeling that seemed to bring her more pleasure with each thrust. 

His large hand clasped her smaller one, the both of them unable to take their eyes off of the other one. The fire continued to roar, and while the outside raged with icy wrathfulness, the inside of their little cabin was a hearth of comfort and pleasure. 

“Darlin’, I…” he growled, twitching inside of her.

A familiar, floaty feeling began to rise in her stomach, and she let out a soft moan. 

He brought their clasped hands down to her sensitive bundle of nerves. With his hand over hers, he guided her and pleased her, as an artist guides his brush across a canvas, and as an artist creates a passion filled work of art, so too were they.

She squirmed against him, barely able to contain herself as she moaned out broken pieces of his name. 

“That’s it, goddamn that’s it…” he growled in her ear. “Cum with me, be a good girl and cum with me..” 

The fire crackled and sparked and so did she, moaning as she came undone once more. 

Arthur pulled out and groaned, spilling his seed on her stomach. 

The two of them collapsed in a heap of sweat, the both of them panting and staring up at the ceiling, holding hands. 

Finally, Arthur mustered up the strength to get up and retrieve a wet cloth to clean up his wife. He smirked as he cleaned her. “You were so good tonight.”

“So were you, dear.” She kissed him. “You always know exactly what I need.”

The fire began to fizzle out. Charlotte sighed and arose, retrieving a log from the pile and tossing it into the fireplace. The light of the flames illuminated every curve of her nude form. Arthur’s heart beat a bit faster at the sight.

He wished to God he could capture her in that same pose. He’d be sure to sketch a replica of it, hell, maybe have her model for him just so he had an excuse to see her naked again. Either way, the sight of her looking like a work of art made his heart soar. She definitely beat all the dirty cigarette cards he and the old gang members used to trade. 

“Something on your mind, Arthur?” 

He blinked a few times before chuckling. “Nothin’. Just thinkin’ about you and how lovely you look.”

She smiled and lay down beside him, kissing his forehead. “You’ve still got it, darling.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“I’m not kidding. You were wonderful tonight. It was almost identical to our honeymoon.”

He furrowed his brow and turned his head to look at her. “Almost?”

“Well, we weren’t under the stars!”

He looked out the window, the snow still coming down fast. “Darlin’, you’d better be thankin’ the lord we weren’t doin’ it outside. We’d be freezin’ our asses off in all that snow.”

She giggled, nuzzling against him and kissing his chest. “Well we may not have been making love under the stars, but you certainly made me see stars tonight, Mr. Morgan.”

He chuckled, pulling her against him and kissing her one more time before drifting off to sleep. 

[peachpit-gabe]

Simon:

“I hum against his skin as I kiss along his neck and behind his ear. Baz’s breath shakes back at me, and I fucking love that sound but I just want to hear more. I nip at his neck just to see if he startles. He does, and I think he even giggles, which is the most adorable fucking thing I've ever heard. It's so good to hear him laugh, to hear him let go. His breath catches when I suck at the same spot. I give him a lick there for good measure. (I’m hoping that maybe he’ll have a mark there later.)”

- Between The Lines, Chapter 15 by @thehoneyedhufflepuff​

I recently started using Procreate Pocket after a recommendation by @miinkun​! I’ve gotta say the UI and the feel is so smooth and wonderful and I’m super happy with it! I decided to draw some smooches for you all since it’s been a hard few weeks for a lot of us. Kisses are good for the soul!

This peice may be (Mostly) Safe For Work but the fic is rated M for Mature so please be aware of that!

I hope you enjoy! If you’d like to follow me on any other platforms my handle is peachpit_mo on insta, twitter, and AO3!

[katsukikitten]

4am

Here have some random smut I wrote since I woke up and couldnt sleep.

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ AU/Adult AU, midnight snack (oral) work intended for 18+ audience.

"Can't sleep baby?" His voice is deep from sleep, large hand spread across your stomach. You watch him blink lazily in the lowlight of your phone. 

"No, not really." You return your eyes to the illuminated glass continuing the 12th chapter of this fanfiction you find. Hoping all of this reading would tire your eyes enough that'd you actually fall asleep. And it half way worked, your eyes burned from overuse but anytime that you closed them they would snap right open again. 

The red head beside you yawns, worried as this is the fifth time this week you've been up so late into the night. It's as if you're wound too tightly, a coil ready to snap at any given moment. He's unsure why you are so rigid but he cannot deny the tension he feels in your stomach. Or the way you clench your jaw, teeth threatening to grind even as you lie awake. 

He props up onto his side, before kneeling beside you, strong hands taking your phone and locking it as he pulls over your muscles. 

Kneading them like dough, stretching and pulling until the tension slowly begins to leave through your fingertips. 

"What are you doing?" Your voice is soft as he moves between your legs to access your other arm. 

"Helping you." Is his simple answer, ruby eyes weighed down with sleep and a mixture of something else. 

He rolls his fist across the top of your thick thigh, fingers digging into the plush underside of your calves over and and over until finally you become a little loose. His sharp teeth gleam in the moonlight as his lips turn upward. He knows just the thing that will ease you into a good night's sleep. 

Suddenly your legs are yanked apart and pushed back, his quirk slightly activated as his sharp fingers press into the skin beneath your knees. 

"Wh...what are you do…" 

"Quiet." His voice is harsher in the darkness, a predator before his meal, "No more talking, baby girl." 

He slowly kisses down the inside of your legs, lips lazily dragging against your inner thigh alternated with gentle nibbles. Your core grows wetter as he inches closer to your clothed sex. 

A harsh bite allows a gasp to leave your lips, rubies glisten your way before returning to the task at hand. 

A chaste kiss is placed upon your laced covered mound before his sharp rocky finger slips beneath the thin cloth, pulling towards him and shredding it free. 

A wolfish grin appears on his mouth as he licks his lips, groaning a bit. His thumbs soft as they pull apart your outer labia to watch you begin to ooze.  You smell delicious and he knows you'll taste just as heavenly. 

He messages your hamstrings, going back to work on your inner thighs, not satisfied just yet. 

He wants you throbbing, clenching desperately at nothing before he dips his tongue into you. 

It doesn't take long as he runs his tongue agonizingly slow up and down your inner thigh as you mewl beneath his touch. 

"P..please..."

Finally he comes closer, huffing over your sex to watch your core clench a few times. He smiles, dragging his tongue over your puffy clit. Instinctively your thighs tighten, trying to close causing Kirishima to growl. 

Rough from sleep and arousal he repositions you, hooking his arms beneath your legs and yanking them open. Activating his quirk so his rough digits dig into your bruised and bitten thighs to keep them apart. 

"You're going to let me enjoy my dessert Princess." He nips your thigh for good measure causing you to cry out.  He dips his tongue into your center, slowly diving in and out before a full on thrust. Lapping at your juices as his nose nudges your clit. Moans echo around the room as you fist his red hair, raking your nails across his scalp as he makes a meal of you. 

Slowly the tension in your stomach builds, with each thrust and swirl of his tongue you're climbing higher. He removes his tongue from your center and replaces it with two digits as his mouth wraps neatly around your needy clit. He sucks harshly, arching his fingers so they slide across that spongy spot with each deep thrust. 

You're trying to buck your hips to meet him but he presses down on your stomach to keep you in place, the lewd sounds of your pussy and his sucking echo around the darkened room.

"I...I'm cl..oh...close." 

"Do you wanna cum, little one?" His fingers still slamming into you at a steady pace, you nod moaning loudly as you fist the sheets, his hair, anything to get a grip before your world shatters. He keeps the pressure on your stomach, teasingly breathing over your sensitive bud. 

"Then all you have to do is ask babygirl." 

"D...daddy please...please let me cum."

"Then cum hard on my face Princess." He answers before going back to sucking on your clit. You see stars as your body snaps, quaking beneath his rough touch, clenching into his fingers that you pull right back in. 

He keeps up the pace, alternating between lightly tonguing and sucking on your abused clit rocking your through your next orgasm. 

He keeps up the quickening and slowing pace bringing you high on several occasions for what feels like hours. All with the same goal in mind he has everytime he eats you out. 

"Ah so tight for me baby." He kisses your thigh, "Is your pretty pussy gonna squirt all over Daddy's face?" 

His voice is a purr and growl all in one and it's enough to send you over the edge now. Body shaking again as it builds up to another crescendo. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes Daddy!" Is all you can cry out, his tongue flicking and sucking your overstimulated clit, your cunt clenching around his fingers as his pressure on your stomach increases. Pushing the coil tighter until it snaps. 

You moan so high and so loudly no sound comes out for a moment as your body bucks against him. A clear liquid pulsing out of you onto Kirishima's face, he prolongs it by removing his hand from your abdomen and pressing roughly against your clit, another wave has you trembling, arching your back away from the soaked bed. He slows his pace of his fingers, before slowly pulling out of your pulsing cunt. Bringing his soaked middle and ring to his mouth, keeping his eyes on you as he sucks the juices from them. You whimper beneath his hungry gaze. 

"Such a good girl." He coos, adjusting your limp body. Drinking in your flushed features and skin, your breasts heaving with each pull if breath and how your body is just so limp. He palms himself as he spies little tears creeping in the corners of your eyes as you've fully ascended into subspace. 

He sheds his boxers, revealing his lengthy weeping cock. He spreads his precum along his shaft with a lazy pump.

"Can you be a good girl a bit longer Princess? Will you let Daddy use that pretty little cunt?" You nod in response as he adjusts you, pushing your legs closer to your chest, aligning himself at your entrance. Your eyes half mast in lust and exhaustion causing a smirk to spread across his handsome features. He sheaths himself in one thrust as you both moan over the sensation. 

Your throbbing cunt grabbing onto him, still quivering from your recent climax. 

"Fuck babygirl. You're so tight." He groans, struggling to get a hold of himself. Setting an uncharacteristic rough pace from the get go. Maybe it was the sleep induced lust or maybe it was the way your eyes seemed to scream destroy me. 

And Kirishima always gave his Princess what she wanted. 

He pounds into you with all of his weight, rocking your body and causing the head board to slam against the wall without a cere. All of his focus is on you, your fucked out face, mouth shaped into a permanent O while your eyes roll into the back of your head, tears slowly leaking from your eyes, panting and weakly screaming for more even as he gives you all that he has. 

And your cunt, grabbing onto him, pulling him deeper with each harsh thrust has him groaning, bruises bloom beneath his fingertips on your legs as his thrusts begin to turn sloppy. The head of his thick cock dragging against your spongy spot once more. 

"D...daddy I'm gonna I'm…!" You pant unable to form anything coherent as you focus on the blinding pleasure. 

"Use your words Princess." You can hear the strain in his voice and feel the twitch of his dick causing you to moan. 

"Fuck I'm gonna…" But before you can finish the sentence your body convulses beneath his large frame, squirting onto his abdomen and pelvis clamping down on his cock like a vice. 

Kirishima can't hold it much longer, especially not when you make that face. 

"Fuck." He hisses, hips stuttering as he holds you with a crushing grip, eyes fluttering as his hot seed fills you in bursts. He buries himself deeper with each lazy thrust, even as his dick slowly becomes flaccid. Rocking himself and you through the last of your lingering orgasm. He dismounts, slowly bringing your legs away from your chest before lying next to you.  

Pulling you into his chest, wrapping strong shaky arms around you. 

"You okay babygirl?" But you never answer, having fallen asleep the second you got settled. Your body limp beside his as his fingers trace lazy circles on your sweaty skin. 

He smiles, kissing your hairline more than happy to help you get a good nights sleep.

[samwrights]

I have a feeling we’re gonna start spiraling real hard into NSFW territory. Everyone here is aged up, and we ain’t afraid of the word cock on this blog. That being said, bust out your holy water and your vibrators and enjoy the semi-lengthy read!

Shinso;

There was nothing better than curling up on Sunday mornings with Toshi.

Even better on the days he felt like making breakfast for the two of you, but those were few and far between.

Not that you were complaining because when he was in the mood to be a doting partner, he was incredible.

Your personal favorite was having your head in lap while he absentmindedly played with your hair.

Today was not one of those days.

Rather than playing with your hair, his hands were gripping a PlayStation controller with zero intention of letting go.

Goddamn Final Fantasy just came out.

“Toshi, I’m hungry.”

“Go make breakfast then?”

Doesn’t even bat an eyelash. Sigh.

You wait patiently before making your move; you weren’t that much of a heathen that you’d interrupt your boyfriend in the midst of battle.

As soon as the screen cuts to dialogue, you’re on his lap and kissing him hard before your lips travel along his jaw just the way he likes it.

Intermittent biting with rough, open mouthed kisses.

All the while, you’re unabashedly grinding your hips into his, thankful to whatever higher power that exists above that he was only wearing boxers.

“Ohoh, so you’re that kind of hungry?”

“Only for you, Toshi.” Your mind goes blank before being filled with a hazy cloud and you’re now resting your head on his shoulder, unmoving.

Oh this fucking asshole just used his quirk on you!

“At least let me save my game first, kitten.” Is all he responds with, propping his chin on your shoulder to continue looking at the screen.

His goddamn hips are still grinding into while he does it too—cheeky mother fucker.

Todoroki;

Date nights with Shouto Todokori are every bit of a dream boat as you’d imagine.

Whether they were nights in or nights out, he always somehow managed to make them absolutely perfect.

However, nights in were your absolute favorite, solely based on the fact that you didn’t have to wait to get home before ravaging your boyfriend.

It was date night—the two of you were cuddled up on the couch with now empty boxes of takeout littering on your guys’ coffee table while watching some corny romcom on the television.

Full of food and happiness, you snuggle up to Shouto while he’s sprawled out on the couch, your head resting somewhere between his stomach and his chest.

Todo’s hands are absentmindedly playing with the hair at the nape of your neck and part of you is wondering if he’s doing it solely because he knows that it’s your weakness.

“Shouto...” you simper.

“Yes, baby?” He was definitely doing it because he knew it got to you. Confirmed it with the way you looked up at him, seeing list dripping from his pupils.

Without another exchange of words, you adjust yourself so that you’re in his lap, straddling his waist, arms loosely dangling off his shoulders.

The action is reciprocated, as he is cradling your back with his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Be patient, sweetie.” Is all he says before his eyes pretend to focus on the film.

“Don’t wanna,” you mumble against his collarbone, tentatively giving the skin a lick. Despite the rumble in his chest, Todo protests.

“I’m warning you, princess.” His voice is firm, and so is he, but you never were one for patience. You place open mouth kisses just below his ear, nibbling at the slightly loose skin because you know it’s going to drive him crazy.

“Sweetheart...” your tongue dances along the shell of his ear and he can clearly hear the broken breaths leaving your lips.

“Love you, Sho.” Your words are sweet, despite the salacious drip in them.

“I told you to be patient.” He growls, snapping one hand from your waist to gripping your chin. “Guess I’ll just have to punish you.”

Tamaki;

“Baaaabe!” You call out as soon as you enter the threshold of yours and Tamaki’s shared apartment.

“Living room, sweetheart.” He knew what that distressed call was.

Tamaki sets his book down on the coffee table in front of him as he hears your keys jingling while you take your shoes off before you throw your keys on the entryway table.

Immediately, you climb into your boyfriend’s lap, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Were you not in a bad mood, Tamaki would be a red-hot, spluttering mess. Low key he still kind of was, but he knew that in this moment, you just wanted comfort.

His arms encircle your waist, pulling you nearly flush against him. “Bad day?” You nod into his neck, letting the steady rhythm of his heart beat calm you down. “Wanna talk about it?”

How in the hell did you get so lucky?

But Tama feels you shake your head no, so he settles for just holding you until you feel better.

“You’re so sweet to me, Tama,” you mumble out into his neck and despite his skin muting the words, the sprig of praise sends goosebumps down his arms. “I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve you.”

Sweet little Suneater’s grip on your waist tightens, the words of praise going to straight to his cock. Mentally, he’s scolding himself because he should be focusing on comforting you.

But you feel him start to grow harder and your need for comfort is ebbing away, being replaced with the need to just feel him.

“Always so good to me, baby.” A groan rumbles in his throat, the vibrations moving against your tongue as you swipe the muscle slowly along a vein in his neck. “I love you so much, I should thank you for comforting me.”

You emphasize your statement by biting down on his neck before returning to lavish it with your tongue. You always did love leaving hickeys on him. “Thank you for taking care of me, Tama. Want me to return the favor?”

Tamaki’s more than thankful his hero costume hides his neck—it grants you the freedom to bruise every inch of his pale skin. But he can’t fucking take it anymore, and he needs to feel your lips on his.

“Love you,” is all he says before he smashes his lips onto yours, accentuating the statement with the forceful grind of his hardened cock over your clothed apex.

Bakugo;

“Babe, pay attention to me.”

Bakugo fucking hated when you were in this mood of feeling needy—needy to the point where you’d interrupt up while he’s doing homework.

“No, woman.”

“Pleeeeeease, Katsuki.”

“No, we have finals that we need to study for!” Yeah, fine. He was right about that.

But the only thing finals was gonna fuck was your GPA.

Knowing that your wonderful, and you say that wholeheartedly, boyfriend was going to stick to his word, you figure that desperate whores call for desperate measures.

That’s how the saying goes, right?

Regardless, you scoot yourself closer to Bakugo on the couch until your shoulders are touching, pestering him just enough to move away from the textbook and notebook was hunched over.

“The fuck did I just say?!” He snarls, looking at you fully.

“You’ve been so tense lately, baby. More than normal.” You say slowly, slithering into his lap so that you could straddle him.

Arms moving like a snake, you rest them on his broad shoulders, your hands gently grasping the cloth of the sofa.

“You need to relax,” the last syllable of your sentence leaves your lips salaciously before latching onto the blonde’s vein in his neck. “Just let me take care of you, babe.”

His crimson eyes shut briefly, forgetting all about organic chemistry for a moment and reeling into the feel of your teeth grazing his skin. “Fuck,” he grits out under his breaking resolve.

His hands grip at your hips, grinding them further into his rapidly hardening cock through his jeans. “That’s what I was trying to do.” You tease, nipping at his earlobe.

Your fingers work their way down the front of his thin muscle tee before they’re met with the tops of jeans—somehow calmly and frantically unbuttoning and unzipping them to give him some breathing room. “Still wanna study for finals?” Your face to face with Bakugo, your lips just out of his reach with your noses still touching.

He’s wearing a very displeased, disgruntled, snarl. “You aren’t even going to make it to the testing room when I’m done with you.”

Kaminari;

In hindsight, Denki should have known.

He should have known that, with the way you’d been so damn clingy while the two of you were out with your guys’ friends, you were plotting something.

With the way you refused to let go of him or the way you pressed long, slow, tender kisses along his jaw,

Denki Kaminari should have seen this coming.

Or maybe he did and he was more excited for the impending treatment than he let on.

“Fuck!” He hisses as you bite down on the flesh you have between your teeth at the base of his neck.

Currently, you have him pinned down on the couch with you straddling his waist and your hands gluing his wrists to the fabric.

Your tongue laves at the now swollen flesh in a futile attempt to ease the pain. He was definitely more excited for his punishment.

“Should have been a good boy while we were out, Denki~” your words are damning, thick with lust.

“I was!” He protests and, while this behavior wasn’t exactly left field for you, he knew there was an underlying issue fueling it.

“Uh uh,” you tut, moving from one collarbone to the other to give it the same treatment. He hisses again when your canines sink down—he knows you broke skin. “You told Jiro she was pretty.”

Denki has a love-hate relationship with your fragile ego and your insatiable envy. At the moment, he’s loving it almost as much as the way your plush lips trail kisses up his neck, biting as you go along.

A part of him wonders how he’s going to explain all of the fresh, angry, purple and red bruises at work tomorrow. Another part of him wants more.

“You belong to me, don’t you Denki?” You’re goading him with subtle touches of unbuttoning his shirt in addition to the hard bites and broken capillaries in his throat.

“Of course, baby.” It’s meant to come out as reassuring, but all that leaves his lips is broken whines.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing, sweetheart.” Despite your tone, his shirt is off now, giving you an entirely new canvas to mark up.

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

Iida;

Oh, Tenya.

He was such a straight-laced good boy. It made teasing him that much more fun.

You’re sly and subtle that he never notices when you’re in that type of mood.

Or so you think.

You’re both just nonchalantly watching a movie together with his arm draped over the back of the couch over your shoulders.

He’s very textbook.

As the movie continues to play on, you start scooting closer and closer until you’re casually just sitting in his lap.

“What are you doing....” Iida knows something’s up now, but you’re just gonna play coy.

“Nothing,” you say innocently, adjusting yourself so that you’re straddling him with your arms around his neck before nestling your head into his chest. “Making myself comfortable.”

For a short while, it is rather comfortable, but you’ve got a different endgame in mind.

Your fingertips start to brush the back of his neck, fidgeting with his hair before they ghost over his neck and down his chest.

“Honey...” his voice is low and dangerous and rumbling with his rich timbre.

You ignore the literal choke that leaves his throat when your lips travel from the base of his neck to the spot where his jaw meets his earlobe.

“You’re being so good for me, Tenya.”

His hands are on your hips like a vice before he caves, nearly flinging both of you off the couch.

Thankfully, he’s got you cause you actually probably would have been hurt.

But he’s carrying you to your guys’ room now, all the while biting at his collarbones and telling him what a good boy he is. Definitely has a praise kink.

[imastrangeone98]

Claim

(A/N: Dante is my sweet baby child who's an absolute dom monster in bed... in my head at least)

WARNING: heat smex (ngl I want redemption from the last one I tried to write; I now deem early morning "non-canon"); DT smex- the demon wants what it wants; breeding kink (dont read if it makes you uncomfortable)

Can be any Dante, but I personally imagine him closer to 1

I'm aware that Halloween is kind of the day that supernatural magic is at its most powerful, so yea, demon instinct would be on overdrive. And since I imagine them to be in their early 20s now, maybe it's when the moon is full that it gets worse

Faith couldn't help but notice that Dante was acting more... clingy, to say the least.

For one thing, he insisted on having her sit on his lap from sunrise to long past sunset, where he kept his face buried in the crook of her neck, sniffing and licking her skin, even leaving the occasional love bite.

Another thing that troubled her was the way he attached himself to her back. From the kitchen, to the ocean, to even the door of the bathroom: no matter what she was doing, he wanted to be a part of it.

But of course, the most obvious thing was his body.

He constantly complained that it was too hot, even though it was approaching winter. His skin felt alarmingly warm, almost feverish, which she actually appreciated as the chill began to creep further into the shop.

And who could forget the smell? His pheromones were abnormally strong, sending the heavy, spicy scent of cinnamon throughout the entire office. It made her knees too weak; her heart pounded way too fast; and her angelic instincts were on overdrive, urging her to comfort her mate.

But tonight, he didn't seem to want anything, having closed himself off in his room and refused to come out.

So now she stood in the kitchen, stirring a small pot of soup, listening to the pouring rain outside, along with the occasional roar of thunder.

She checked the calendar. October 31. Winter and magic was on its way.

Just then, with the boom of the thunder, the lights suddenly flickered out, leaving her stuck in complete darkness.

She sighed. Lightning. Of course.

As she fumbled about to turn off the stove, there was a soft growl. And she turned around to see a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at her.

Oddly enough, she didn't feel terrified, or even remotely scared. In fact, they looked familiar...

"...Dante?" she called out, feeling more certain in her guess. "Is that you?"

If it was him, he didn't respond. Instead, he prowled closer, and she couldn't help but feel like prey under the hungry eyes of a predator.

Like she was about to be devoured.

It wasn't long until he had her pinned to the countertop, face buried in her neck and panting. His bare skin felt sticky with sweat. He reeked of pheromones; it sent her head spinning.

And buzzing through her fingertips was raw, unbridled want.

"What's wrong, love?" she whispered to him, gently running a hand down his back, ignoring the growing dampness in her underwear.

"I can't," he hissed, his voice distorted with energy. "Can't take it anymore."

Her eyes widened. "Can't take what?"

"This." Snatching her wrist, he placed her hand right above something hot and very, very hard.

Her cheeks burned. "Oh."

Sharp fangs nipped at her chin, and those blazing red eyes peered into her own once more. "Be good for me," he crooned, pressing against her even more. She could feel his chest rumble with the all too aroused growl he was releasing. "Be a good girl for me. Don't make me punish you."

Faith swallowed. Of course, she knew there was no way he'd hurt her; neither would his demonic half. But she had no doubt that even with her angelic power, he would find some way to make her pay.

Usually in bed. Especially in bed. And those days were horrendous for her patience.

So she yielded, showing her neck to him for good measure. Instantly, a pleased growl rumbled in his chest, and his nose brushed against her skin before moving away. A strong arm wrapped itself around her knees and hoisted her up, and she felt herself being carried away, with only the soft patter of rain and Dante's surprisingly light cadence of footsteps to give away where they were going.

A door slammed open and shut. The smell of cinnamon and something distinctly male permeated throughout the room. Soft sheets and old clothes formed what seemed to be a nest on the bed. And... was that her hoodie?

"Not enough," Dante growled, laying her in the nest, tugging off her shirt and adding it to the pile. "Not enough of you. Not enough for me."

He fussed with her sweatpants, hissing at the unyielding fabric, before losing his patience and tearing right through it, along with her underwear. She shivered at the cold air, only to feel him press against her legs, mouthing at her exposed core.

"Mine," he purred, licking at her skin with an unusually rough tongue. "All mine."

Lightning flashed outside, and she saw him change in the bright light: scales rippled all over his body, his teeth elongated into fangs, and his now sharpened claws dug into her thighs. His body glowed red, and the plates between his legs shifted, revealing his much larger, more ridged cock, leaking profusely with precum.

He was already tough to fit as a human. This was impossible.

With nothing more than a growl to warn her, he grasped her hips, lined himself up with her core, and pressed right in.

Faith was getting ready to flinch, given the complete lack of preparation. But the pain was minimal, almost nonexistent- she would wonder why if she wasn't trying to bury her face in the pillows. A wet heat spread throughout her body, sending tingles from her stomach to the tips of her toes, only encouraging her to spread her legs wider.

A pleasured purr rumbled in his chest; his eyes glowed a fierce red, burning brighter once his hips pressed flush against hers.

She felt so full. She felt so needy.

"D- Dante..." she whimpered.

In an instant, he leaned down and licked her cheek- his demonic way of showing affection. His first few thrusts were slow, gentle, just barely slipping out of her increasingly wet entrance before pushing back in.

"Mate," he cooed as he nuzzled her.

"Mate," she repeated, pressing a loving kiss to his neck.

His body glowed with red light. His clawed hands shook as he kept her thighs steady.

She reached for his wrist, fingers stroking the leathery skin that pulsed with crimson. The raging inferno of lust that burned underneath was barely tempered by the human inside him, urging himself to keep it together, don't hurt her, don't you fucking dare hurt her-

"It's okay," Faith whispered with a reassuring smile. "You won't hurt me."

He let out a half-hearted hiss, as if he was warning her.

"I trust you." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "Take your fill of me."

His eyes narrowed, and he slammed into her, rapidly picking up the pace. The wet squelches of his hips meeting hers sounded even more lewd when he threw her legs over his shoulders and pressed down against her, forcing his cock deeper inside her body.

"Gonna breed," he snarled into her ear. "Get you fat and swollen with my pups. Gonna stuff you full."

She moaned, just barely able to hear him through the hot waves of her release sweeping over her.

"Yeah? You like that? You like being my personal cumdump? My own little breeding hole?" Grabbing her, he hoisted her up into his lap, forcing a scream out of her throat as he impaled her on his thick cock. "Then you're mine. Forever. No one else can have you."

"Y- yours," she gasped, another orgasm ripping through her. The spots from the first one still haven't disappeared.

"That's right. Mine." He bared his fangs in a demonic smile. "Gonna mark you. Pump you so full of my cum, you'll leak for days. Have you squeeze out my pups out of that tight cunt, year after year." His teeth grazed her neck, tongue licking hot stripes down her skin.

She lost track after that. All she could do was take the raw pleasure he gave her, babble something about bearing his pups, making him a daddy, I'll give you anything, just please gimme more, more, more!

And he did. His thrusts were unyielding. The hot ropes of cum that filled her were never-ending.

She didn't even realize he had changed back into human form until her face was pressed against the soft pillows, the leathery scales of his palms on her hips now calloused skin, the press of his mouth against her shoulder soft lips instead of fangs.

She whimpered, too lust-drunk to say anything.

"Just one more," Dante rasped, kissing her cheek. "Cum for me, angel. One more."

His fingers brushed against her overstimulated clit, and she wailed, feeling the exhausting rush of her upteenth orgasm. Hopefully her last for the night.

The half-demon collapsed on top of her, panting and shivering. His cock twitched inside her, surrendering its last spurts of seed to her womb. He purred, leaning forward just slightly to nuzzle her neck, scenting her.

He mumbled something against her skin, but she couldn't hear it.

She slept.

[...]

"Angel~"

Faith squinted, and blinked drowsily. Buttery sunlight filtered through the blinds, but an equally drowsy Dante popped into her view.

"Hey," he croaked, giving her a sleepy grin and rubbing her nose with his own. "Sleep okay?"

She smiled, and gave him a deep kiss. "Uh huh."

The smell of cinnamon was much weaker than yesterday. "Are you feeling better?" she asked, just to be sure.

"Yeah. Kinda hungry, though." Leaping out of bed, he slid on his pants and scooped up his yawning mate, sauntering downstairs to the kitchen. "I'll make waffles. How's that sound?"

"You're just saying that because it's the only thing you can cook."

"That's not true!"

As they debated, she was distracted from the way he fondly, almost knowingly, rubbed her stomach.

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A/N: I'm much more proud of this one than early morning, although to be fair, it was one of my very first smuts and I had no idea what I was doing