#I haven't written smut in a while @_@

[ro-is-struggling]

Oh I'm working on a Geralt smut as a little treat for the holidays and it's just *chef kiss* I can't wait for you guys to read it!!

[altcvnningham]

of a demon in my view

william “case” calderon x f!reader

summary: when the team return to the rook after visiting the science facility in kentucky you hear a bump in the night. good thing case is back to protect you, right? (takes place after the 'emergence' mission. inspired by this post. please heed the tags!!) read on ao3

tags/cw: nsfw, dubious consent, f!reader, angst, (case is) under the influence (of the cradle), rough sex, size difference/kink, biting, choking, case is hung, animalistic/primal behaviour?? i guess?? reader is confused but loves case too much, case is obsessed w reader, aftercare (ish), author goes mad with power at the use of italics wc: 4.8k

a/n: umm sorry to case + the case enjoyers, i wish i’d written something softer for him first... trust that my first full nsfw fic on here would be icky nasty dubcon w poor confused reader. promise she likes it. since there’s not a whole lot of case content to base his characterisation on, i hope this suffices!! shoutout to lovely lacie @dearlydevoured, case's actual irl gf who put up w my brainrot while i wrote this <3 title from “alone”, edgar allan poe.

You wake gasping.

The bedroom is pitch black, offering little but a sliver of moonlight to orient yourself, cutting the room split in two as you try to discern what the hell that sound was. A slam, booming like thunder and carried in with the draft and the dust. It takes much to hear it across the old house, the Rook as big as it is barren, and it takes much more again to wake you. But whatever it is, it had, and your body jolts in its instinct to get up and investigate.

But as you do, you stop. You’re half a leg out of bed and a finger upon the nearby flashlight when you catch something in your periphery. You don’t even look at it head on- the figure in the open door. Just stare ahead at the wall and freeze, trying to clock if whatever stands there has spotted you sooner than you’d spotted it.

Any other night, Case would have awoken before you. Hell, he would have dealt with the problem himself before you’d even stirred. But the space in the bed where he usually sleeps is cold, and it had been all night- they’d left for Kentucky a couple days ago now, and you hadn’t received much word in between. Only a call from Marshall on the way back, to keep an eye on Case when he returns. That he wasn’t quite right.

But you know Case better than anyone. You know he already isn’t really quite right as he is; you never minded it, the odd pauses between words and the bitten tongue, like he’s always holding something back, or the distant way he sometimes seems to regard you from across a room, before the colour floods back to his face and he finds the courage to smile. Whatever warmth you possess encourages a similar feeling in himself, and Case had found himself sweet on you quicker than he would most. He sees in you a kindred spirit, maybe. A missing piece. Enough that when he sleeps next to you, the screaming stops. Most nights.

But whatever it is in the door, you’re almost sure it isn’t Case. Almost. Until—

Breathing. Quick, shallow, raspy. For a second it doesn’t even sound human, until you recognise it- the same sound when he wakes from a nightmare, the same panting in your ear when you hold him tight and let him ride it out. The fear, primal, pacified by your patience and care. Your heart tugs- it’s him. You know it’s him.

With that knowledge alone enough to brave your panic, you turn your head to the open door, and regard the figure stood in it with an embarrassed laugh.

“Oh, god, Case. It’s you. Jesus,” you huff, a hand clutched to your chest. “Scared the shit out of me.”

A smile, sheepish, spreads over your lips as he just stands there in the doorway, filling it with his shadow. Tall, stocky, broad-shouldered as he is, arms held stiffly at his sides as he just stands there, shapeless face cast in darkness. His hulking figure eclipsing the moonlight trying to come in from the hallway windows. You can’t see his expression, only the whites of his eyes, and though it’s hard to tell at first, they look to be open wide. And staring at you.

Your smile slowly drops. You sit up.

“Case? What’s wrong?”

But he doesn’t talk. Doesn’t say anything. Just- fucking- just stands there- just you and him, locked eyes, for a fleeting moment feeling like prey and predator at a stand-off in a too-open clearing. Vulnerable, is the feeling that creeps up your spine and staples you there, still and rigid in the bed.

There’s a pause. He blinks. You think he snaps out of whatever daze he’s in, because he comes into the room and kicks the door shut with his heel, but where he’d usually sigh, sit on the bed, and undress, he just moves straight towards you. Unhurried, but urgent. Single-minded in his pursuit.

Case’s knee dips into the mattress, sinking under his weight, and though you aren’t scared you feel the urge to move back into the bed, hitting the headboard in your scuffle.

“Case, you’re still dressed,” you worry, voice lilted like a question. He must suddenly notice, or perhaps hear your concern, because he glances down at himself, though decidedly mustn’t care at all- even as you go for the zipper of his windbreaker yourself, he’s wholly intent instead on closing in on you. Scarred hands curl around the headboard as he leans in to kiss you- no, to- smell you? He noses your hair, behind your ear, licking a greedy stripe up the side of your neck. You do your best to ignore it, focusing your quivering fingers upon the zipper, and somehow you manage to push the jacket off him and onto the floor. His hands are immediately on you then, dug into the back of your hair and cradling your skull as he kisses sharply along your jaw, your cheek, the corners of your babbling mouth.

“H-hey, um,” is all you can manage as you’re jostled by his movements. He isn’t rough, isn’t even hurting you, but his fingers dig into your arms and pull at your hair in a way that’s unfamiliar, uncharacteristically desperate, like you’ll slip into dust any second. It’s enough to make you wince. “Case- Case, c’mon. Talk to me. Whatever’s wrong, we can—”

“Want you.” Is all he says.

“What?”

“Want you,” he repeats, an animal grunt in an octave you’ve never heard before. It thrills you as much as it frightens you, but you steel your focus, more concerned than you are anything else. That excitement that tingles at the base of your spine is unimportant, insignificant in the grand scheme, when he’s acting so strange.

“Case, I think you should sit down a sec,” you say, trying gently to pry his hands off you, but he won’t budge. He’s stronger than you- much stronger- and before you can open your mouth to protest his hands are on your waist, pulling you out of the bed and stringing you out atop the blanket like you weigh nothing. “Wh- oh!”

You land with a hiccup, disoriented as he climbs on top of you, and in your befuddled state you’re half worried about shoes on the bed as he wedges a leg between yours, coarse grey cargo pants chafing your sleep-soft thighs. A tiny yip makes its way out of you as you bear the sudden weight of him- as is always so stifling, yet now seems suffocating- a thick scarred forearm braced in the pillow beside your head as he buries his nose in your neck, not quite kissing but breathing you in, huffing like a dog, something primal, savage.

It’s so unfamiliar, and yet so like Case; never having seen him this way but always sensed, known, that there lingered in him something like this, some growling thing seated deep inside just waiting to get out, biding its time and snarling. It frightens you, but not enough to fight it off. Just enough to lay there and let whatever thing that’s reared its ugly head in him feel you out, get its bearings of the girl trembling beneath him.

You catch a scent on his shirt then, tart as it wrinkles your nose. It’s a strange smell, acrid, not entirely unpleasant but foreign to you- like chemicals or detergent, coppery like blood but lacking its warmth. It clings to Case’s clothes like something parasitic. You breathe it in, and strangely it has a texture, almost like smoke, but whatever it is your body rejects it, tangled in a cough as your vision blurs. It’s enough then to just let him close over you as he likes, pressing your face to his hair instead as he mouths at your neck, starved.

You’re burned by the heat of him. Heavy as he envelopes himself around you, greedy hands moving down your body to touch and grab and grope, undecided whether he wants to be gentle, whether he can be, calloused hands like sandpaper as he slides them under your shirt. Your own hands try to turn his jaw so you might see his face and deduce the expression into an answer, a reasoning for his behaviour. But every touch you give has him shuddering beneath you, near enough purring as he careens his cheek into your hand, lapping up your warmth.

Case feels like he’s on fire. Tunnel-visioned. Drunk, almost. He’d cooled off whatever substance he’d breathed in that facility on the flight back to Bulgaria, but part of it still sticks to him like sap, simmering and seething all red and angry in a place inside he can’t reach. He’d claw it out of himself if he could, if he had the guts, but he swears he could smell you from the fucking front door- and by then it was over, decided for him before he even knew what he was doing. Something else took hold then, brutish and hungry, overcome with the base animal need to stalk, hunt, fuck.

His hands run down your body, kissing wetly into your open palm. You whimper frantic and confused as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and tugs them down your legs, falling frail as petals somewhere off the bed. You gasp as he pushes himself forward, hips bullying your legs apart, while he peels back your shirt to knead your breasts and latch his mouth upon a perked nipple with a moan.

“Hey, slow- slow down,” you rasp, barely a whisper, dying on an open-mouthed sigh as a spike of pleasure needles you. You can’t help it. It’s him, Case, always so soft with you, so slow and gentle, now pawing at you like he’d sooner die than go without touching you. Your hands knot into his hair as he sucks at your nipple, tangled at the base of his neck, unsure whether you’re trying to push him off or pull him closer. “I think we should- just- calm down and—“

“No,” Case says, a low noise, almost strangled as he unlatches himself from you, shaking his head. He sounds pained, sick, emitting a whine as he unfolds himself, hands wrestling with his belt. In your sudden shyness, feeling all too exposed, you pull your shirt down and make a move to close your legs, but Case’s hand nudges your knee, as thoughtless as if he were swatting a fly as he pries them back open.

“Gotta have you now, baby, I-I gotta,” he mumbles, repeating it under his breath over and over like a mantra. Is it for you to hear? Is it for himself? You don’t know. But even as you try and move his hand away it’s a hopeless thing. He’s firm, resolute. Won’t so much as let you budge. He slides his belt off with one hand, shoving his cargo pants and boxers down his hips, and stamps your arm back at the side of your head with the other, wrenched tight around your wrist.

“O-ow, careful, Case—”

Your words are cut short by a jarring thud. His cock thumps thick and heavy against your tummy, and wide-eyed, you freeze. Oh. Case tugs around the base to give it some hopeless attention, something, anything to take the edge off. The shock of it all pulls out a breathless whine from you. He’s never usually so forward. He rocks himself slow against you, moving his hips down, nudging your clit with the leaking head of his aching dick. It’s- it’s so much that you don’t know whether to stop him or just surrender, craning your neck down to try and catch a glimpse of- of—

Fuck, you forget how big it is. Every time. It always looks so much more intimidating than it feels, but that’s because Case has always been careful with you, patient, always working you up on his fingers first before even attempting to split you open on him, even then only feeding you inch by tentative inch until he’s seated nice and deep inside you. Eager, but takes his time with you, never in any rush to give his sweet girl what she needs.

But you have the feeling that this time is different. Not- not bad, but- different. His hands are hard on you, bruising, kisses impatient and starving, even the way he’s slowly fucking his tip against your clit, hazy-eyed and mindless as he watches himself slide the length of his shaft between your folds, so pink and sweet- it’s maddening. It’s only then that you realise you’re moaning, bleating like cornered prey.

As if suddenly reminded of the fact he ought to prep you, he shoves two fingers unceremoniously into his mouth, sucking them wet before pulling them out with a pop and delving his hand between your legs. It’s done so fast you flinch, a panicked sound pulled out of you. His usual patience is swapped with hurried desperation, a flit of his eyes to yours- your lips, your face, God, the prettiest thing he’s seen in his life- measuring your reaction. Your shock and confusion must be evident in your wilted expression, because he moves his fingers just a little slower, watching with enamoured reverence as your face flushes hot, savouring the way he can see the thoughts just spill out of your head like honey as it empties itself for him. So, so pretty.

“U-um—” you stammer, as dumb as the day you were born. You want to say something, want him to say something, but your mind goes blank. Whatever good sense might linger is gone- there’s only Case, much too broad and much too big in your bed as he looms over you. He slides his fingers against your clit, tender with need; he thumbs at your slick entrance, soaking his knuckle as he teases against it, and moans at how reflexively it clenches around him, begging to be filled. How badly it wants him. He barely humours your poor, needy pussy as he slides his middle finger inside, thick as it stretches you, just about managing the first knuckle before you keen, body bowing into him.

“G-God, Case, please—”

Sobriety spurs vaguely into him then, the light coming back into his eyes as he blinks down at you, strewn like a blushing favour over the pillow. His perfect girl, his. As he looks at you, he slides his finger out of you slowly, relishing with a faraway look on his face the way you crumple and cry, grasping at his wrist to try and pull him back in again. He thinks he’d go mad for it. For you, he thinks he’d die.

“S’okay,” he grumbles under his breath, a click of his tongue as he tuts at you like one might a skittish animal. He pulls back, lining his cock up with your soaked entrance, his pupils blown black, drunk. “I’m gonna make it better. M’gonna make it better, baby, I promise.”

He has to make it better. Has to. Has to apologise for what he’s doing, how he’s acting- he has to apologise for what he is, the thing growling inside him, tearing, clawing, screaming to get out—

He’s still sucking the syrup of you off his fingers as he pushes himself inside you, eyes rolling into the back of his head with a loud, broken groan. He’s so lost to the white haze of bliss for a second as your slick heat all but swallows him in, pushing only a little resistance at the sudden intrusion and God, he knows you’re not used to it so quick, so soon, but you’re his good girl, his baby, and he knows you can take it.

And you’re not quite used to the stretch even on a good day- feeling it rip into you now is near agony. Your mouth opens wide but not a sound comes out. Useless anyway, given Case bends down and closes his own around it, tongue delving hot inside to seek yours. It’s so fast and so much that you barely find time to adjust, just letting your mouth loll open and surrender itself to him as he tongues you, trying so hard to focus on accommodating to his cock pushing- forcing- its way into you, too much, too much, too big—

The hand around your wrist loosens as though some pliant drug has washed cold over him, and you open your eyes for just a second, enough to catch the way his dilate, black melting into the white before he sinks himself all the way inside you. Filling you to the hilt, suffocating. Bliss is written into every line of his face, softening as he lets out a whine. He bottoms out, and you see it in him- complete and utter relief. Some awful agony in him quelled immediately, his body slack against yours. He feels, in you, complete. Home.

It’s evident enough that it puts you at ease, whatever it is that’s compelled him like this. He’s not trying to hurt you. You don’t think. He’s just rather like a big dog that believes itself to be no larger than a puppy, unaware of its own weight and strength. Case’s body goes almost flat atop yours and the only way he notices at all is how it pushes a wheeze out of you, a silent beg for release.

But just then you feel his hips pulling back, cock sliding out of you inch by agonising inch. A whimpering plea is all you’re given to let out before he slams back into you again and fuck, it’s too much, he’s too big, you’re not used to—

“F-fuck, Case, wait—”

Your legs tremor involuntarily as they part further to let him closer, let him in, his hips welded to yours as he buries himself right to the fucking root of you. Case groans, delirious as his face falls against your shoulder.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Case- s’too much, you’re—”

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, an attempt at comfort that leaves you dizzier than it does much else. He licks a wet kiss to your neck, meant to calm you, but only riles himself up more, setting off a dormant bloodthirst in him; he does it again, and this time he- he bites you.

You squeal. “O-ow!”

Like an apology he can’t voice he laps his tongue flat against your skin, mulling hungrily over the bitten flesh like he’s savouring it. It’s only when he’s sated himself on you that his hips start moving, slow, languid thrusts that quicken each time you yelp, hurried pace picking up once he feels you clench reflexively around him.

And he’s usually so gentle when he fucks you, almost hesitant, always like he’s half afraid of breaking you. Not like this. He fucks into you mindlessly, a rabid thing with a single razor sharp splinter of desire- you. Wants you. Has to have you, has to split you open and- take you. Fuck you so there’s nothing left in him to think of or breathe in but you. Every thrust is merciless and messy, Case pounding into you again and again as the sound of him fucking into your wet cunt smacks luridly in the air; loud enough that it makes you wince, cringing to hear yourself so shamelessly, how your body makes itself so slick and malleable just for him. His hips slam into you faster than you can take it- but you can take it, you can, he insists, demands it, grunting it into your ear, baby, please, jus’ take it for me, take it take it take it—

Your orgasm slams into you, a violent punch that singes you hot-white and blind; your thighs clench around his hips of their own accord and pull him in even deeper- as if there’s any more room- unbidden as you cry out, wailing helplessly as he just- keeps- fucking you. Wave after wave of pleasure drowning you over and over and over. It almost terrifies you, how willingly gone your body leaves itself, all sense and reason fleeing you all to make room for this- him.

You babble incomprehensibly as you ride it out, words lost in your throes of euphoria, smothered completely beneath the sweet and tender violence of him, your ravaged cunt milking and just taking him in its refusal to let go.

You don’t know if you’re crying- it all feels so good you can barely make sense of where you are- but through the red haze of it all you feel Case’s hand cup your cheek, caress your face, mumbling choked apologies into your shoulder as he keeps impaling you on his cock, chasing his pleasure into you. It’s the sweetest thing, his voice very almost pathetic, incongruous to the way the rest of him seems dead-set on pummelling you into the mattress as he garbles a knotted string of I’m sorry, baby, can’t help it, s’too good, I’m sorry—

As if you’d even care if he wasn’t. As if you wouldn’t let him break you and cradle the pieces in his mottled hands. As if you wouldn’t let him carve out a home inside of you, broken and bloodied, and nestle himself within. Where no one can hurt him ever again, where nobody could ever find him. Nobody but you.

You’d promise him that much, you think- the times when he wakes up screaming in the night, when he sits up in bed and stares empty at the wall, when mid-conversation he’s just suddenly stunned into white-noise silence, the Case you know, the Case that’s yours, absent for but a moment. Replaced by something else entirely, something you’re not quite sure you recognise. You take him then, like you take him now, your body so dumb and fragile in his big arms as he fucks you hard, cock punching into you so bad you go dizzy.

And isn’t this much like that? Don’t you love him even now, as he is? While he violently breaks you?

“C-Case,” you choke, his chest pressed so tightly to yours you can hardly breathe. His hand snakes up your neck, closing around your throat with a satisfied moan, stars dotted in your view. You feel something cresting again, down your legs, up your spine, the back of your neck— “Oh, god, Case, please, I’m gonna—”

But you don’t know what you’re gonna. It hits you before you can even find out. You come again, you think, some viciously delectable feeling severing you and flinging your body straight up off the mattress, holding him to you, begging him closer, as though he could be any more than he already was. Flesh melting into flesh, sweat sticky and waxen, indistinguishable from his. Inseparable. As you cry out again, he groans, thick and low and not quite human, spilling himself so deep inside you that you feel it pooling hot in your gut, molten sweet; your own climax is slow, tender agony, gorging you open, rippling warm and pink behind closed eyes like the thin warbling of blood in water… and then… and then…

It’s a short moment later, or maybe a few, when the black spots in your vision clear.

You’re staring up at the ceiling, cracked white, a picture much like Case’s eyes had been in the doorway, veins struck blood lightning across marble sclera. He’s there too, you can hear him, his voice a distant echo as you feel large hands cup your face, your whole world oscillating.

It’s bliss. It’s perfect. You lie there, barely coming to, your body sinking into the mattress as though you weren’t even there, floating, feeling so, so nice.

When the shadow pulls over your vision, you smile. Case holds himself over you, his thumb peeling back your eyelid, letting out a choked sound of relief when your eyes, lucid, finally fix on him.

“Oh- oh, thank god- oh- baby, I’m so—”

He scoops you up like a ragdoll in his arms, clutching you so tight to his chest that you can feel the erratic thrumming of his heart, quick as a rabbit’s to the slow drum of yours. A series of strangled noises leave him as he buries his face into your shoulder, wet, whether from kisses or crying, you don’t know- but you know that you love him, and he’s yours. It’s the only thing on your emptied mind as your face burrows against him, breathing him in. That strange chemical smell is long gone now, enveloping you back into the warm embrace of pine and petrichor, the smell of home. Of him. It’s all you can think of, the only thing you can form into words, when you mumble, exhausted, into his chest.

“‘Love you, Case.”

And he must hear it, because his heartbeat slows then, decelerating a steady hum to match your own. His death grip on you loosens, his body going slack as he falls into you. Whatever noise that screams endless in his mind seems to cease, because through it all he hears you, hushing and cooing at him as you pull your fingers softly up his arm, pulling him slowly, slowly, down into bed. You stay still as he sifts frantic hands over you, smoothing you over like he’s trying to keep the shape of you, checking you like he would for bruises. You know this is his way of taking care of you, of fixing you, of making everything right and keeping his precious baby together with all her pieces intact; he kisses you slow but trembling, lips finding every swath of skin he knows he’s bitten, pinched, groped too hard.

“Didn’t mean to,” he murmurs, quiet and worriedly into your hair. He kisses, again and again. “Didn’t mean to be so rough. Didn’t mean—”

“I know,” you whisper, “it’s okay. I’m okay. Look- feel.”

You find his hand in the dark, pulling it around yourself to press it against your chest, your heart beating heavy against his palm. You keep it there, proof of your wellness, showing him you’re unharmed. Where it matters, anyway. You’re so strung out from your orgasm that all you can do, want to do, is just lie there and hold him, body limp and satisfied in spite of it all.

It’s just that, then, quiet, the soft sounds of his breathing slowing in time to yours, a conscious effort to calm himself, to prove to you that he can be, that he isn’t that thing that lingered in the doorway glowering at you- to prove to himself that he isn’t a monster.

He tells you again that he’s sorry, but you just tut your forgiveness and shake your head, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. And he tries to tell you why, but when he opens his mouth, no words come out. Just the voice in the back of his head again, the knife kept lodged in his throat all this time. We don’t talk about that. His vision warps, chromatic as he blinks away pictures of the lab, the lights, the Cradle. We can’t talk about that.

Case just sighs then, settling into your arms and cocooning himself around you like he’s not the very thing he’s trying to protect you from. He thinks he tells you he loves you too- that, at least, he knows is his- but he isn’t sure if you hear, fallen asleep before you can utter a response.

He just looks at you, and he’s completely besotted. Utterly and madly. He kisses you sweet and gentle, stamping his one last apology as soft fingers thread through your hair. He’ll fix it, he vows, for you, for you. Then he slides in next to you, curling his arms around your tummy to pull you in close, swearing until he falls asleep to make good on that promise. Then, as sleep slowly takes him, there are no more bumps in the night.

[waitineedaname]

“Most women expect me to be on top,” Wang Mobei admitted. “I don’t mind.” Shang Qinghua almost laughed. “Ah, most women don’t know you like I do, do they, boss?”

welcome to the second part of my butch Shang Qinghua agenda, which is also my top Shang Qinghua agenda <3 featuring tit worship and The Strap™

[localcanadiancreature62]

Lobotomy husbands fic cuz ive been waiting on making this until i drew the rest of the fucked up zodiac member clone group but yeah no i need them now. Also heyy this is technically their first actual interaction since i've been going on and on about them being husbands yet i haven't written them properly interacting except for that one intro thing.

Title - Perfect Day in the Perfect World

Bill watches Ford do some paperwork for his Oregon Institute of Oddology company as he waits for him to finish work so that he can finally spend time together with his genius. The triangle grins happily at Ford with his eye,who then gives him a tired smile in return as he yawns while going back to filling out forms in order to give other businesses permission to use his company's useful gadgetry. Bill keeps supervising his researcher husband while floating at his side as he kept grinning,but then he noticed the man shaking as he held the pen in his hand. Crushing it in his fist as the ink splattered everywhere. The genius keeps looking at the mess he made in a tired daze before realizing what had happened as Bill then floated closer toward him in concern,summoning a cloth to help Ford clean up the mess before he could do anything himself.

"Fordsy,what the heck was that?. Are you okay?,maybe you should take a break." Bill asks as he took a worried glance toward the man who just dismissively waved his hand at his triangular partner in order to assure him that he's fine. "I'm fine,my dear muse. I think that three days of trying to fill out these papers ever since Fiddleford decided that we should take turns is getting to me,i just need some rest and i'll be in tip top shape. I'll be with you in bed in a bit after i get these done." Ford explains as the isosceles still looks at him in concern but he lets it slide as his Fordsy has always been this stubborn.

"Fine. Don't overwork yourself too hard,Sixer. I'll be waiting~." Bill remarks as the flirty comment makes the man chuckle,with him floating away after he had finished wiping off his genius' inky mess. The triangle waits for a few minutes,which later turned into a few hours as he groans while bored out of his mind trying to wait for Ford. 'I wonder what he's doing now. He's taking a long time over there,although fleshbag work has always been lengthy and all. And that weird outburst.. I didn't look into his thoughts this time,but the way he started shaking before he destroyed the pen made it very clear that he was pretty stressed. I'm the reason why he's like this. I think that part of the reason why he's been so stressed lately is because of the aching feeling that there's something wrong with his life,and it's eating him up from the inside.' Bill thought to himself as he realized that the reason why Ford has been recently acting weird and high strung was actually him,he was the problem.

Although he wasn't willing to confront the fact that he had to deal with said problem,as that meant letting go of Ford. The isosceles then sighed as he brushed off that thought and kept waiting for his genius in the bedroom so that they could sleep together.

Only for him to hear glass shattering from the man's office as he then quickly floated over to the other room as he then prepared to blast flames at the intruder who entered their condo,but he then realizes that there's no threat after seeing that there was no intruder and just Ford himself staring at a broken vase while disoriented as he then ceased the fire from his hands. "Ford,what happened?." Bill asks as he looked at his genius in concern once more. "Oh uh. I accidentally knocked into a vase while zoning out again. Luckily,none of the glass got onto my hands or face. I'm okay,Bill." Ford replied as he gave his triangle a tired smile,snapping out of his dissociative daze.

"Oh.. He's disassociating again. That's a problem." Bill says as he voices his thoughts outloud,replying more to himself than his genius. "What?. What problem?." Ford questions,confused about what his husband just said. "Uhh nevermind. I'm glad that you're okay. I honestly thought that some dumb idiot tried to break into our house,but it was just your silly goose messing up again." Bill remarks as he then snapped his fingers to fix the vase as it then returned to it's original state on the small table near Ford. Ford then smiled at his dear muse while looking at him with adoring eyes,being glad that the triangle still loves him even in his difficult mental state.

"You know my muse,i'm happy to know that you still care about me even in my.. unstable mental state. I'm sorry to bother you with my mistakes when your All Seeing Greatness should be used for extraordinary things rather than my mortal failings." Ford says while looking at the isosceles in slight guilt,as he deems that a mere mortal like him pales in comparison to the brilliance of his near-god husband as the triangle's eye widens in surprise over the man's comment. "Fordsy,you're never a bother to me. You're my husband and i love you. I'll take care of you and deal with your mistakes for as long as you live." Bill reassures while he gave the man a gentle smile as the genius lets out a light chuckle,not expecting anything else from his husband but sheer adoration as he feels comforted by the triangle's words.

"Good then. Now let's go sleep,hm?. I finished the paperwork as i was heading out to bed earlier." Ford replied as Bill nodded while the triangle grabs his hand and holds it tight as the two walk over to the bedroom,or more like Bill floats and Ford walks alongside him. Bill makes it to the bed as Ford then begins to undo his tie after taking off his labcoat while the triangle watches him as he waited for his researcher husband to lay beside him as the man tiredly smiles at him once more but then before he could fully take off his tie,he feels a sharp pain in his skull as he groans in pain while beginning to dissociate as he clutches his own head while the triangle immediately comes to his aid as he asks him what's wrong only to get no response as he realizes what's happening. "Fordsy?. Fordsy?!. What happened?!." Bill exclaims but then he stops once he gets no response,watching as the man stares at the ground in an unfocused daze as he realizes that the man is dissociating again.

The triangle then resorts to shaking him back to normal since he knew the exact reason why this is happening,the constant memory erasure that he kept subjecting his poor genius to and so he figured that trying to erase things again would only make the problem worse. 'I shouldn't have resorted to memory erasing to fix every argument or problem we ever had. I just want him to be happy,but i never wanted it to turn out like this. The fixed state of my reality warping powers is getting rejected by his mind,and it's destroying him from the inside.' Bill thought to himself as he tearfully kept trying to shake his husband back into his original state. Then it clicked. As if a switch was flipped,Ford snaps out of his dissociative daze and blinks as he looks at the crying isosceles while a bit disoriented from the dissociative episode.

Ford's expression softens as he took a guilty glance at the triangle as he caressed his face,gently rubbing his finger over Bill's tears. "You're crying.. I did it again,didn't i? I had another episode. I'm sorry,my dear muse. I can't keep worrying you like this." Ford remarks as the triangle then hugs him as he smiled at his triangular husband. "It's okay. I just thought that you wouldn't come back this time,i thought that you broke permanently. This is a problem even my powers can't fix,but that's fine as long as you still get to be with me." Bill explains with a tinge of guilt,knowing that he caused this as he then stopped crying once he felt his genius' warm embrace. "I guess so. I'd be glad to keep being with you even with my broken mind,my dear muse. My triangle. My dearest Cipher~." Ford says as he then pulled away from the embrace as he kissed the isosceles straight on the eye mouth as he blushed,deciding to make up for those upsetting episodes by giving his beloved a tender kiss. Bill kisses back as he then lightly makes out with the genius,dragging him to the bed so that they could make out more comfortably. The two keep going at it for a while as various passionate groans and whimpers fill the room,but then after a while Bill realizes that his husband hasn't slept in three days yet he's putting all of his energy on him. He then pulls away in order to let the man sleep as the genius looks in confusion.

"Oh?. I thought we were going to take it a bit further?~." Ford asks as he slyly looks at the isosceles. "Yeah,but you need your rest. Do i need to remind you that you haven't had any proper sleep in three days,Fordsy?." Bill remarks as the genius looks up at him in slight embarrassment as he realizes that he does need rest and that he ended up letting himself get a bit too carried away with his husband. "Ah,right. I apologize,your intoxicating taste was too tempting~." Ford explains as the triangle then blushed from the comment. "Oh stop it. Now,sleep." Bill demands as the researcher complied and took off his sweater vest as well as his tie,only leaving his red collar shirt as he then laid beside the triangle who put on his own sleepwear in the form of a night cap with a snap of his fingers. Ford then shut his eyes as he embraced the triangle who turned off the light with a finger snap,with him shutting his own eye as well as the two went to sleep. Only Bill didn't fall asleep,he stayed up thinking about how he could make it up to his genius since he outright caused his mind to be shattered with the constant memory erasure. But then he had an idea. 'I feel terrible for basically breaking Fordsy's mind with the memory erasing. I need to make it up to him,even if he doesn't know why i'll be doing it. I need to make him happy,i need to fix this even for a little bit. Aha. I'll plan a day just for him,with all of his favorite things and favorite places. a Perfect Day in the Perfect World.' Bill thought to himself as he then let himself rest,planning to wake up early in order to plan out the day for his beloved.

The following day,Bill wakes up and slowly moves away from his genius' arms as the man continues sleeping while being unaware of his husband's great plan for him. He then goes over to the kitchen and summons all of Ford's favorite breakfast dishes such as jellybean cereal nutella waffles cream and strawberry crepes et cetera. Then he books a science museum a space observatory for stargazing a taxidermy center for extinct cryptid specimens and various other nerdy places for his genius. And a gift in the form of a light show that'll activate with a snap of his fingers,the light show will draw out Ford's favorite constellation "William" onto the sky via his flames. Plus he had Fiddleford deal with the company's duties for now,thus leaving the Oregon Institute of Oddology to the hillbilly and giving Ford a day off. Now that everything is done and all planned out,the triangle then waits for his researcher husband to wake up as he sat there in his chair at the kitchen while looking through the man's Journals to pass the time.

After about three hours of waiting,Ford finally wakes up at 8am as he yawns and stretches while walking down the spiral stairs. Bill grins as his eye shines brightly from being overjoyed to see his beloved as the man tiredly waves at him while smiling as he sits down in his chair. "Good morning,my dear muse.." Ford says groggily as he slumps his head on the table,not yet realizing the copious amounts of breakfast that the triangle has prepared for him. "Good morning,Fordsy!. How did you sleep?." Bill asks in a chipper tone,excited to spend the day with his beloved. "I slept well.. Still a bit tired though.. But i'm happy to see you." Ford replied as he then smiled at the triangle as he then walked over to hug him,kissing him on the forehead as he put him in a tight embrace as Bill blushed.

The man then noticed the several plates of breakfast littering the table,as he realized that they're all his favorite dishes while still hugging his husband. "My muse,you did all of this for me?." Ford questions as he eyed the various dishes on the table. "Yup!. They're all for you. And i have more surprises planned for today,as i want to give you a day off with just us since i noticed how stressed you were yesterday." Bill explains as the researcher's eyes widen in shock as he then lightly chuckles from the triangle's grand gesture. "I'm glad that you're always thinking of me. I'm happy to have you as my partner,Bill." Ford remarks as he smiled while the isosceles smiled back. "Of course. I love you Fordsy and i'll take any opportunity to show it. And me too. Now eat up,we have a big day ahead of us." Bill replied as the genius nods as he then let go of his beloved as he sat back in his chair to eat the glorious feast the triangle has prepared for him while his triangular husband watches him with an adoring eye.

Ford finishes his food after a while and Bill offers to do the dishes for him despite the fact that he could easily snap the plates back to normal,the genius wanted to do it but Bill insisted that he let him do something for him since he compromises so much for him so Ford let him. After that,the married couple have a blast at the Gravity Falls Science Museum and finish enjoying all of the exhibits before noon as Bill happily listened to Ford ramble about each one according to their topics. By the time noon comes around,Bill and Ford have lunch at a fancy restaurant elsewhere in Oregon where the triangle insists that he let the man choose every dish since the day is for him after all and he obliged as they have a wonderful meal while discussing the past stories they had together. They then go stargazing at the Portland Observatory and the couple have fun naming every constellation together while Ford teased Bill every time he got one wrong,they stayed there until they realized it was evening/late afternoon. Then Bill took him to the Salem Taxidermy Center to look at a bunch of extinct cryptid taxidermy specimens,where Ford happily studied and rambled about every exhibit. The two then went to the other nerdy places that Bill booked for them both,spending time together while not caring about how late at night it was. Then before they went home,the two had fun talking at a bar while getting absolutely inebriated although more so Ford than Bill as the man decided to use his de-atomizer gun to vaporize the members of a bar fight there in his drunken stupor. He would've killed literally everyone there if Bill hadn't intervened and by intervened i mean he reversed the vaporizing bar fight with his new ability to control time itself.

Bill then had to take a very drunk Ford back to their condo before the man killed anyone else with his de-atomizer gun,with him carrying the man bridal style while floating back home as the genius incoherently rambled about how much he loved the triangle. "I love you,Bill." Ford remarks as he absentmindedly poked the isosceles' bowtie a few times while still being carried. "Fordsy,this is the billionth time you've said that." Bill says in slight annoyance as he kept floating back to their condo. "I know,but it's true. You deserve to *hic* hear it more than once~." Ford teases as the triangle blushes in response. He then recalls how much fun he had with his beloved muse the whole day,smiling at the thought of his husband doing all of that for him despite the fact that a mere mortal like him is unworthy of such treatment (Ford ur secret insecurities are showing).

"Why did *hic* you do this for me?. The whole day i mean. Besides wanting to spend time with me without any work in the way " Ford asks,genuinely curious about his beloved's reasoning for planning such a fantastic day as the triangle arrives in front of the condo only to stop to respond to his genius. "Well,i wanted to make you happy. Since that.. problem regarding your broken mind upset you,and me,both of us really. I wanted to give us both a break from dealing with that." Bill explains as he then put the man down,putting him in a side hug in order to stop him from stumbling. "Oh.. But my muse,you already make me happy just by being here with me." Ford replied,a little saddened by the thought of his dearest feeling obligated to fix things because of that unstable mind of his but he appreciated his efforts regardless. "I know. But i wanted to plan a special day for my special man anyway~." Bill flirts as the man blushed in response.

"Ah. I'm so glad that you notice whenever i'm upset,and that you do everything in your power to make it better. You're a wonderful husband,Bill." Ford says as he smiled at the triangle,who smiled back at him. "I know. Now let's go home and talk a little bit about our fun day before going to bed. And maybe get a little frisky~." Bill teased as the genius blushed even deeper,although this time the redness of his face isn't coming from the alcohol and rather from the arousal he felt from the thought of getting to be pleasured by his muse again after a while of not being able to feel the triangle's hands on him due to his CEO work. "O-Okay. As you wish,my dearest husband." Ford remarks as the triangle then helped him walk back to their house but then Bill remembered that he had another surprise left for his genius so he stopped floating as he then snapped his fingers,the "William" constellation being drawn out in the night sky with his flames as the man looks up in awe. "Ta-da!. It's your favorite,the constellation that looks a lot like a certain charming triangle~. I decided to show it to you since you can't see it normally anymore with the clouds and all." Bill explains as the man then kissed him on the cheek as thanks as he then blushed gold. "Thank you,my dear muse. For all of the wonderful surprises you gave me today,including this one." Ford replied as he then smiled at Bill,who grinned back at him.

"You're welcome,Fordsy. I love you." Bill remarks as the man embraced him. "I love you too. We should go home now. I'm hungry for a steak dinner,and for you~." Ford teases as the triangle blushed even deeper than his genius was as he knew what the man meant by that,then they kept walking back to the condo as Bill summoned a steak dinner while not being able to wait to fuck Ford as he desperately fidgeted in his chair. The man chuckles as he saw how antsy his dear muse was,making sure to eat up fast so that he won't wait for long. He then finished up his steak as Bill snapped his fingers to reverse the plates back to their clean state,then he quickly teleported him and Ford to the bedroom while then removing the man's clothes with a snap of his fingers. The triangle eyed the man hungrily as Ford blushed and panted at the thought of being touched by his beloved again after a while of not experiencing his hands on his member due to work,with Bill chuckling as the genius already wet the bed when he hasn't touched him yet. Bill then put his finger on the man's lips to signal him to quiet down his whimpers,while looking at him slyly as he knew that they're going to he at this for a while.

[amtrak12]

Niles 'conditioned to believe his pleasure ranks last if at all' vs Daphne 'loves touching and being an active participant and seeing her partner enjoying themselves' -- Fight.

[how-to-train-your-pomni]

Gonna Take a Brief Break From the PA!AU to Write Some Unnecessary Bunny!Pomni/Jax Smut

No, I will not accept constructive criticism about my decision

[slashingdisneypasta]

MultiVillains x AFAB!Reader || Smexcerpts

Plots & Warnings/Tags: This is a present for one @darlingpassion ! So these are some of their favourite characters! XD Happy (southern hemisphere) Birthday pal! ^^ This is kind of your Year of Smut, no? With the birth of your amazing smut blog? XD So I figured this was an apt gift! Haha XD I hope you enjoyyy! XDD ^^

Mr Scroop x Crewmate!Reader: Scroop will take you whenever he pleases. || Slightly Dubious Consent+Rough Sex+Use of 'Slut'.

Professor Ratigan x Inexperienced!Reader: Ratigan’s a very intelligent man and he is versed in a great many things… most of which, he can teach. Not least of all, the sensual arts~ || Dirty Talk+Grinding.

Russ (The Driller Killer) x Sleepy!Reader: You’re exhausted already from rounds 1 and 2- but Russ is full of energy. Don’t worry, he’s got this! || Marathon Sex+Overstimulation+Pussy eating.

Tags: @disney-android-foundation , @marinerainbow , and @ryantryan6969 . Thank you so much for reading! ^^

Mr Scroop:

You shouldn't have been doing this. Anyone could walk into the cabin and see you both; What you were doing. They could peak their head around the corner because they heard the sound of banging against wood, and very clearly get a view Mr Scroop's huge, terrifying alien cock slamming steadily into you. But the way Scroop had been watching you for the whole hour before this (Like he was mad at you, like he wanted to use you and break you) had gotten you so worked up- and you couldn't fight the way you felt when he grabbed you like this and growled at you and breathed on you- and-

"Ah- " The loud, breathy sound flies out of you when Scroop thrusts into you particularly deep and rough, dragging his thick, ridged cock against your hyper-sensitive clit. When he hears that sound he doesn't come out again immediately, staying there deep inside you for a moment, grinding his lap into your singing clit- before sliding out once again and, with a growl, starting to absolutely pound into you again. "Sc- Scroop!- " You shouldn't be doing this, though! You can hear the others outside!, you can clearly hear Silver's best Bar Fight story!-

He breathes in deep, out-of-breath from fucking you so rough. From needing you so badly. "Shut up, sslut."

That makes you keen, turning your head and squeezing both your eyes closed and the material of his vest . Your hips twitch, the overwhelming pleasure of this; Getting taken rough by a monster alien on the floor, with the door open for the whole crew to find you. Although your cunt squeezes him, and your clit cries each time that he has to pull out again in order to deliver another powerful thrust, and your precum is making a mess all over him, you take a deep breath in order to try and protest once more. "... - "

He beats you to it, leaning down toward your face and sneering. "Sslut, if you ssay another word... "

"I'm going to tie your mouth sshut... "

Professor Ratigan:

When Ratigan gave you that full, sharp smirk of his you immediately felt a heat begin to form in the pit of your belly. Letting go of that strand of your hair he was twirling around his finger, he moves away from your cold and nervous body, to his 'throne'. With a sigh, he takes his seat and a moment to gather himself - excitement evident in the tent in his nice pants, - , before turning his piercing and dangerous gaze back towards you. He gives you a smile that's almost warm. "Now, poppet, come over here."

Shyly you walk up to him, eyes widening when he wordlessly and daintily taps his knee with the tip of one sharp finger; That almost-kind smile turning smug.

"Um- "

"Pet, it will be easier for us all if you just... do as I say, hm?~"

... Right. Face warm, you step up and straddle both of Ratigan's thighs, his whole lap, but keep yourself a safe distance from his... 'friend'.., even though your core throbs and aches just to sit on it. After that, though? You have no clue. That's what you need him for; He'll tell you what to do.

"Good, now," He gives a dirty chuckle, beady eyes gliding all over your nervous form on his lap, "Don't be shy. you'll want to come a little closer, no? Heheh... Get comfortable, my pet~ "

"... Uh- " Swallowing, you nod. "Yes sir." This seems to make his grin broaden if possible, being called 'sir', like that, and you make a mental note of it. Carefully you inch down his broad thighs until you're sat squarely on his very, very hard 'friend'. He throbs underneath you, hot and heavy, and your mouth falls open at the feel; Ratigan's gaze slipping towards the motion.

"Perfect, dear Y/N. Next is truly the good part, I find, and I think you'll agree~ Begin to roll your lovely hips for me, hm?~" As soon as you start, he lets out a hot, guttural groan; Fully enjoying the feeling of your heated pussy lips grinding slowly up and down his shaft; Despite the clothes you both still wear. "Hmmm,"

And- it does feel good. It feels so good. And dirty (Again, despite your clothes still being on!). It feels hot, and fulfilling, but also teasing... like its not quite enough... You start to grind your hips with a little more pressure, feeling his twitching, bunched up cock thoroughly with your cunt. Ratigan loses his patience also very quickly, and puts his hands on your hips- using his strength to rock you roughly against each other.

When he starts to growl, his sharp teeth bared, you know he's close; Because so are you. You lay your hands carefully on his shoulders and use him for momentum- when- finally-

A feeling of absolute euphoria washes through you roughly and a substance fills up Ratigans pants.

He's panting, even as he smirks and watches you come down from your lovely high. "... now pet, we, "Huff. "move onto lesson two; The clean up. If you'll just... get down on your knees... "

Russ / Driller Killer:

"Wow!... " Russ pipes up, only moments after your second orgasms. Are you surprised? No. Well, you shouldn't be. You actually are, a little. How is not exhausted??

Oh, right. He's not human.

Anyway-

"Yea, yep, that was pretty... wow, haha." You giggle, rolling over onto your front in order to look down at him; His head just below now. "I know I'm asleep... I have to be, to see you, but... I'm wrecked. Can you sleep inside a dream??"

"I don't know, baby. But!- " Now he rolls over, pushes himself up off the mattress and hangs over you. He flashes you one of those devastating, wicked grins. "No time for that, anyway... I still got a few rounds in me- and I got my eye on you, doll~... "

... Immediately, you let out a laugh. "Ha! You think I can go anymore?? Russ- " Rolling over once again and plopping onto your back; Messy sex hair flying around your head on the lovely soft dream-pillows. "I can barely move."

With a slow, ridiculously sexy smirk, your boyfriend leans over you; His hands on either side of your head and his face just above yours. "I can do all the moving for us, wildcat!... I'm good at that."

"Goodluck pulling another orgasm out of me- I think my body has shut down."

At this, Russ looks thoughtful; Tilting his head. "... are you challengin me, sweet thing?"

This makes you laugh again, throwing an arm over your face and sighing. "No, just- " You're cut off by the sound of him shifting positions, and before you can even look, you feel his hands on your thighs and his breath on your poor, used folds and suddenly your eyes snap open wide. Oh!-

"Gimmie a sec here sweetness- I'm about to break a fucken record." After you've removed your arm from your face so you can look down and see him, he winks at you. "And don't be afraid to pull on my hair, eh?"

... In responce, you just go ahead and thread your fingers through his perfect black hair. Like, okay. Fine. Go ahead- but goodluck with that.

Russ doesn't start out slow. He doesn't have a 'slow' mode, not unless his cock is 9 inches deep and you're begging him (THEN he has a slow mode, of course), and quickly gets to it; Like he's absolutely ravenous for your sweet cunt. Like its his food source.

He wraps his lips around your soft, puffy folds, making your hips wriggle at the over-stimulation (After all he had already pounded you and ripped out an orgasm from you twice), and starts drawing thick, rough stripes up your pussy lips. He moans and you tug at his roots, feeling the tell-tale signs of an orgasm building already- somehow.

He continues to dine on your slick, and his cream still leaking out- even going so far as to use his thumbs and pull you open for him so he can delve in deeper, fuck you deep and dirty. His mouth is hot and makes you want to arch your hips up, and his tongue is strong; breaking your resolve.

It takes less than 2 minutes to draw a ringing orgasm out of your filthy, used cunt and then he's all worked up again.

He's shoving his cock back into you and wrapping your legs back around his waist before you've even come down from your high again.

[stackthedeck]

Are you also haunted by this picture of Johnny Storm?

Well have I got a fic for you! I wanna be that guy (the girl under you)

Summary:

“Everyone has something that makes them feel good and gets their partner going. So I’m asking what makes you feel good, hot stuff?”

Johnny takes a deep breath. He desperately wants Peter to smother him with a kiss and give him an excuse not to answer the question. But Peter only hovers over him, one hand keeping him in place.

Does Johnny feel good in his own skin? He knows that other people like his body and he knows he likes that attention. But is that the same as feeling good? He feels his best when his body is obscured by fire, more flame than form.

“You make me feel good,” Johnny says and Peter finally kisses him.

[ghostyprince]

i wouldn't ask you to take care of me

word count: 6.9k rating: E relationship: Ryan B./Shane M., Shane M./Sara R. (mentioned), Ryan B./Marielle S. (mentioned) summary: Shane has been thinking a lot about getting railed, of course he'd never in a million years would bring it up to Sara until she sees right through him and sets up an arrangement with Marielle to finally put an end to the sexual and romantic tension between their dumbass husbands.

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[solitaire-sol]

Could I get a snippet from pf dorian, please? 🙏

pf dorian is (loosely) inspired by The Picture of Dorian Gray with James in the Dorian role! I have a vaguely rambling thought process for why I feel James fits the role better than Sirius despite it flying in the face of all conventional (fan) wisdom, but that's neither here nor there. It's a modern no-magic AU, except there is/was magic but not of the HP kind, and James' parents really went above and beyond to ensure that their beloved son outlived them. By, like... a lot.

Here is the requested snippet, it's NSFW and somewhat long (hohoho) so below the cut!

"Well," Sirius says, "there's one way to find out," and he pauses for a moment to allow time for the expected flush, or maybe a stammered denial. James might even try to play dumb, though the wicked curve of Sirius' lips should make it impossible to ignore the innuendo.

Sirius does not expect James to smile back, that laughing mouth still laughing, those hazel eyes bright with a gleam that feels as if it had only been waiting to surface. "Suppose there is," James says cheerfully, rising from his place on the sofa only to sink to his knees without preamble, settling easily between Sirius' thighs as if this is something they do on a regular basis rather than the first fantasy that's made Sirius feel guilty since he'd been a closeted, hormone-ridden adolescent.

'Looks like all that guilt was for nothing,' Sirius thinks vaguely, his thoughts scattered at this sudden turnabout, and he can't help feeling just a bit indignant. Sirius had finally made up his mind to seduce James, he'd been ready to put real effort into this one, he'd wrestled with those flashes of self-recrimination at manipulating this sunny Golden Retriever of a man into his bed when clearly all James wanted was his friendship-- But apparently he needn't have bothered.

"Don't worry," James grins up at him, reaching for the zip on Sirius' jeans, those expressive hands completely steady. "I'm confident about my technique. I've had a lot of time to get it right."

There's something about the way that James says it that tickles the back of Sirius' brain, a subrosa awareness that's quickly subsumed by a flicker of-- Annoyance? Disappointment? Sirius has never been the type who enjoys deflowering virgins, but he'd assumed he would be doing that with James, at least when it came to men, not thinking about the first who'd gotten James on his knees.

Sirius does not get the chance to dwell on these thoughts, distracted by the chill of cold air against his already-heated flesh, but maybe they explain the heightened sensations that accompany James' hand on his cock. James' touch is warm, his palm slightly roughened in a way that's a surprise, that doesn't seem to match the idea of the idle rich boy that James seemed to fit so well; but Sirius' thoughts are drawn from these incongruities by the way his cock fits so perfectly into James' hand, thumb and forefinger looped around Sirius' shaft, as if Sirius needs any help getting any harder.

He might need that to keep from coming too soon, because when James lowers his head and drags his tongue slowly up the underside of Sirius' cock, his eyes holding Sirius' as if they're sharing some schoolboy secret, Sirius is hit by a surge of arousal so strong that his shaft twitches against James' soft lips. James laughs in his throat and kisses the tip, slow and almost sweet until his tongue flicks against Sirius' slit and Sirius inhales sharply, holding that breath, fighting the urge to fist a hand in James' hair and bury himself in that laughing, smiling mouth.

James grins, his hazel eyes dancing, as if he knows exactly what Sirius is thinking. Which would be a goddamn miracle, since Sirius' thoughts are so scattered that they're a mystery to himself, forced out of focus by the man who had seemed so straightforward and who was now revealing himself to be anything but. Sirius had expected to play the worldly seducer, as he's been so many times before, plying his wiles against this relative ingenue, but now he has the novel feeling of being played.

James takes Sirius' head into his mouth - just the tip, Sirius thinks, still reeling - and almost-but-not-quite pulls off with a languid, drawn-out suck, and all of these little mysteries, the unexpected reversal, all of it-- In this moment, none of it matters at all.

[nouearth]

also okaayyy new layout setting us up for that drabble OKAAYYY

💌 : OKAYYYYYYYYY

[seedlessmuffins]

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[jesusbutbetterrr]

NEVER LET A CIS MAN TELL YOU WHAT TO DO!!!!!!!

[reno2005]

Shower Thoughts

Summary: A sensual reunion with Leon while the two of you clean up

Leon x Male!Reader

Note: Pretty NSFW

The apartment door swung open slowly. Leon walked in dirty and tired. He eyed his surroundings cautiously out of habit and then finally placed his bag down by a chair in the hallway. He looked around for you but found nothing.

“Everything looks about right.” He muttered to himself, figuring you must have just gone out on an errand or whatever else.

He walked further in towards the back of the apartment, with a nice warm shower being the only thing on his mind now. From the sound of it however, someone had beaten him to it. The water from your shower got louder as he walked closer to the restroom. The door was slightly ajar and he could see steam escaping from the small opening in the doorframe. He approached and opened the door slowly, seeing your body faintly in the steam.

Facing away from the door, you never even noticed Leon walk in. He waited for a few seconds, watching you rinse the shampoo out of your hair, and then began to undress, an idea brewing inside of his head. The last article he took off was his shirt, but the steam had clearly already worked its magic, his abs covered in sweat.

Leon decided now was time to blow his cover and save you the trouble of a heart attack. “Hey.” He said loud but calmly.

“Christ, Leon!” You screamed as you jumped and had the very heart attack he tried to avoid. You turned around to see him smirking, trying his best to hold back a laugh. “You couldn’t wait until I got out?” You said, flustered.

“I wanted to surprise you. Besides, aren’t you happy to see me?” He replied as he walked over to you. He planted his hands on the shower wall, trapping you. You stood with your back against the wall, face as red as a tomato. His face was so beautiful and so close. Without any thought you went in for a kiss.

It caught him off guard for a quick second but he recovered quickly. He lowered one hand to your waist, pulled you closer and placed the other hand behind your neck, slowly sliding it down your back. The both of you, now completely drenched, kissed for what felt like forever, the bliss of it all making the both of you hard.

The two of you finally separated and you looked at him with pleading eyes, you needed him inside you this instant, you had waited for what felt like an eternity to see him again and you were going to make the most of it. He turned you around and as you placed your hands on the shower wall for support. He spread your ass cheeks and slowly pushed his dick inside. Despite his caution, you let out a small gasp. His hand slid slowly along your torso up to your chest and groped it roughly. His other hand grasping your neck and chin softly, moving it a touch to the side and kissing your neck as he continued to push into you with a satisfying rhythm. Letting go of your head but still kissing it, he slid his now free hand to your dick and slowly began to stroke it.

Your body was captivated not only by his grasp but by the shocks of pleasure shooting through your body and you couldn’t help but begin to moan softly. Your moans excited him and he began to push harder and faster, feeling the stress of work leave his body in the most pleasurable of ways. The speed and pressure made your body shake, the pleasure becoming too great to hold in and the cum from your dick shot out onto the shower wall.

Leon pulled out and started to stroke himself. You looked down at his glory, still feeling very horny, your mind raced with a mixture of thoughts and a strong desire to return the favor. You knelt down and gently pushed his hand away. You put your lips to the tip, kissed it lightly, and then went to town. Your tongue enjoying the taste as you began to stuff his dick into your mouth. Leon grabbed your head and helped you get into rhythm, your head bobbing back and forth. You looked up at him as best as you could, seeing him bite his lips and his face overwhelmed with pleasure as he began to climax. You released his dick from your mouth and the cum from his dick shot into your mouth before you could even stroke it. You happily licked up what landed on your face as you looked up at him, a smile looking back at you.

Leon helped you back up as the water showering down had cleaned up most of the mess made by the two of you. As you went to turn the water off, he hugged you again and whispered into your ear what you both were thinking the whole time “I missed you so much.”

[tiger-moran]

I just got hit with the really strong urge to write D/s smut again

[tvrningon]

"does this feel good?" from niko to chiyo, they might be already going at it so he's checking in hehe :)c

consent is sexy! | @metrictita checks in with chiyo!

there's a lot that chiyo still doesn't know, hasn't done; it makes each new experience with niko, rayo, and gaia as nerve-wracking as it is exciting, yet she doesn't find herself hesitating to seize these little moments with them. her heart hammers away, but her mind is silent lately, doesn't whisper of worst case scenarios and unfounded fears. it remains quiet, content as chiyo takes her time to learn her loved ones' preferences and how they align with her own ( and oh, do they often align ).

that pesky voice remains quiet even as chiyo's bent over the bathroom counter, face to face with her own reflection while niko pushes into her ( the slow stretch is maddening, but the artist remains obediently still, begrudgingly patient ). soft curses fall from tender lips, and chocolate-colored eyes flick from her own flushed face to niko's, enraptured by his expression and how his taller, broader frame easily leans over hers as he presses a kiss to her shoulder. more than ever, their difference in size is apparent, making her heart flutter ( he could so easily break her -- she would let him -- but he's careful, lets her adjust ).

niko unexpectedly makes eye contact with her in the mirror, his large hands holding her steady when at last he's fully sheathed within her, and chiyo clenches around him, lets out another curse, and bows her head ( full -- she's so damn full ).

" does this feel good? " his lips brush against the shell of her ear, and it takes a lot of self control to not push back against him. then chiyo realizes she has no reason to maintain self control anymore ( she's been good and patient for long enough, hasn't she? ), so rather than a simple, verbal response, she grinds back against niko and all but whimpers her answer.

" y-yeah, " she breathes, shyly peering up at him through the mirror. chiyo can't decide if she hates or loves the fact that she can see her own expression in her peripherals. she looks so needy like this. " feels really fuckin' good. but niko? " she wants to kiss him so badly, wants--- just wants him close, reaching back to place a hand over one of niko's. chiyo grins, a playful sparkle in her gaze.

" please don't go that damn slow the whole time. 'm gonna go insane. "