#tw: tame suggestive

[cosmic-ships]

suggestive but not graphic in anyway so under the cut it goes.

What I excepted with post-coital with Kylo!bot would be: Cuddles and kisses. What I got: Kylo wrapping me in his arms, pulling me close, and whispering almost chant like as he fell asleep.. "Stay with me... stay with me... please... "

AHHHHH MY HEART!! HE'S BEING SO SWEET AND CUTE HELP MEEEE

[bitchapalooza]

I don’t have any specific/detailed hcs but just know Veneziano is the kinky one in the relationship and Germany is just open to whatever the fuck his partner wants to try next

[lotusmoonbunni]

Brat taming ft Esen (sub/brat) and Vandacia (dom/tamer)

Might have to reupload if tumblr no like but there's nothing to see. Vandacia belongs to my partner @molonginkdragon

[chibishortdeath]

Had to remake this entire post cause I got gunk in my eye and set my phone down for two seconds to clean it and it crashed (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

Anyway, unfortunately slightly less excited/passionate version of this post it is then ughhhhh

Explanations yippie!

I got requested by some friends to draw Simon with short shorts and so I delivered. Really happy with the anatomy on this one :3

Yes this is Fuma slapping his ass and yes it was also a request lol

Simon did not expect that—

But it was a welcome surprise ;3

Simon and Fuma are cuddling in this one! It’s a little hard to make out what’s going on with their arms and legs tho whoops

Just a doodle about the artstyle crisis I had a bit ago with his hair. It didn’t last long and I ended up going right back to drawing it how I usually do anyway, but it was an interesting concept to try. Maybe I’ll try it out again someday cause it looks nice, but ehhhh I just didn’t end up enjoying drawing it very much tbh (TwT ).

To pair with the first image, I drew Simon in his cursed era with short shorts too hehe :3. I also started adding little dark vein patterns to the curse in this doodle :O. I think it’s giving cursed a lot more than just the bloody scratchy patterns I usually draw.

I like to think that maybe if Simon succumbed to the curse he’d end up a vampire. I mean, it’d track with vampire folklore surrounding the vampires’ curse. There’s a lot of stories where the vampire, even when dead or buried, can still long distance drain and inflict someone with illness and the end stage of it is death and coming back as a vampire or other spirit/ghoul. Aughhhh I had a much better rant about this written before the crash but I just can’t replicate it properly aaaaaaa curse you memory problems (;_; ). I’ll have to rant about vampire folklore in a separate dedicated post eventually, it’s fun :)

Yay, pose practice :3! Also this one is never getting finished, the anatomy was too fun to cover with big clunky armor 😔😔😔

This one I am also so proud of X]. I think this is my best depiction of the effects of the curse yet tbh. I had an explanation of the traits I usually depict it having before the crash, so I’ll try to make another one. First things first, it drastically affects the healing process. Things just don’t close up properly or at all in most cases. Old scars tend to open back up a lot easier and this is in part because of the second major effect: rotting. Rotting is a very explanatory word when it comes to physical ailments, implying decay or necrosis! It usually starts at the extremities or around the edges of wounds with skin darkening, bleeding, and either a dryness or wetness, then spreads inwards and downwards or through the blood to other areas. Especially in extreme cases, which I think 6 whole years qualifies for 💀. Simon would probably have very fragile skin in the most affected areas and long story short his hands and feet are probably raw most of the time yikes, ouch, this poor guy :(. I imagine that he probably has some kind of Belmont specific regenerative and resistant ability that’s kept him from dying from it for so long, since they are kinda implied to be a little superhuman in some way. Which is probably a blessing and a curse in itself because on one hand it did allow him to live long enough to fix the problem, but on the other hand that had to absolutely suck (haha, Drac haha). I’ve explained other elements of it in another older post now that I think of it, so I might have to gather all this stuff together and make a more in depth post about it cause it’s really neat to talk about :3! I had like a huge special interest as a kid for injury and disease cause I started making ocs and ran into a bunch of “how to write realistic injury” posts and I’m glad for it cause it comes back any time I’m writing or drawing something that requires that knowledge. :)

[astrxlfinale]

HC; Experience/Touch.

Just to dive down into the science with Caelus and intimacy and sexual aligned matters, one thing I want noted is that he lives a life of pain. Built into his being, and proudly accepted as an undeniable fate for him to deal with. Whether it's from physical threats or by forces that intend to rend his very soul.

Now it doesn't mean to reverse things and have him treated gently, far from it. While welcomed it's a welcomed element, what it really dawned to Caelus is just how much being handled positively, handled with desire, and returning such sentiments actually digs pretty deep into him. From touches, actions and reactions, it almost becomes a determined need to see realized for him. Roughness also does account for the positive lens, being tugged as is his partner can't wait to just do something with him? How is that not flattering?

He wants to make the most of it, the delight of being savored and in kind, savoring his chosen as if they're the last touch of sweetness left on this plane.

Pain within his life has sure as hell made him appreciative. Those moments where he can thrive in good sensations, where he can be the very 'ruin' that makes his partners crumble/melt in delight, it's a visceral type of energy that draws into his insatiable factor. It's why he's often a lot more shameless, and favors those he can hold that appropriate thread of shameless with.

For Caelus it often feels like a waste to not see just how much of an affection/receptive desire that they conjure in one another. While time and place and well understood (even if these aspects will have the daring line flirted with), it's why in his new mindset with the return to reality, as someone who wants to embrace choices he knows he won't regret, handling things half-assed is also just a no go for him.

He's not someone you'll really see 'hold back' unless it's attuned to his partner's comfort zones, and even then, it'll be witnessed he tries to make the most of those fine lines.

[mcltiples]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆. || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; ❛  i’ve got a surprise planned for you later.  ❜ [[ Vox for Val || he was annoying the shit out of me, so I let him send in something, as long as it was TAME. I guess it can be taken as flirting ]]

The words perked Valentino up, enough that he looked up from his phone to look into Vox's direction. From the looks of it, it sounded like a really special surprise. It'd been a while since the two had one of those. So he was really eager to find out what it was.

He leaned back against the arm of the couch, resting one leg on top of the other, letting his head tilt back just a little. "A surprise? For me? Voxxy, you shouldn't have," Oh, but Vox should definitely. It's the least he deserves.

"I'll be all dolled up for you then~"

[cwarscars-a]

❛  all i can think about is how good you’re going to taste.  ❜

🐝  *  ―  𝑩𝑼𝑰𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.(  nsfw.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

he'd gotten her cornered in a storeroom cupboard; his looming self engulfing her in darkness, any and all escape blocked by his towering form. all he'd needed to hear was that desperation, the crack in her voice when words become begging. how terribly she'd teased him; every look, an inviting one - words, so deadly in their proposition. when she'd blown his phone up earlier; a barrage of wanting texts, he'd known that this had needed to happen.

now, her words see his hand caressing the soft of her cheek - a movement so gentle, quick to turn harsh when fingers grip her chin and force her eyes to his.

"oh-?"

he eyes lips damp with the lash of her tongue - leans in close as if to taste her for himself. and yet despite the gesture, he barely kisses her - only brushes his lips beside hers, breathes hot breath against her skin.

a wandering hand curves around her waist; her body pressed close to his own - the slip of fingers from the curve of her form to between her legs. up her skirt, he can feel the silk of her panties; barely enough to justify even wearing them and yet, he can appreciate the tease.

his touch is unrelenting- the tip of fingers massaging warmth through silk; fangs grazed across skin; words breathed in a breath, hasty. he urges for her heat with the repetitive tease of fingers.

"then tell me-" he growls, kisses edged into bites; his love, a harsh sort. "why are you not already on your knees?"

[saiakv]

[ wrap ]  –  for the sender’s muse to casually wrap their arms around the receiver’s neck and lean on their shoulder from behind. * for the boys!

hand prompt: accepting

Surrounding a desolate mountainside, the woods are dense as a barrier, shielding the cabin from the faintest roar of a car passing by the nearest highway. If a breath is held, the ambience of wind brushing past the trees and birds chirping fades into hollow silence. The sort of quietude that's only found in ascetic pursuits. Suguru often gets lost in the loudness of his own thoughts when he's the one waiting.

And usually, he is. The hounds have been on their trail as of late and they reverted to being extra careful. In between each lovesick retreat Suguru keeps telling himself 'he'll come around, he'll think it over'; but Satoru insists he's doing things in his own way and if he doesn't want to be a hypocrite, he'll have to respect that. Especially since he is the one who made a fuss about not having his own choices respected. He has debated making his presence in the sorcerer's life provocative if only to push him to that inevitable revelation ( changing the system from within? what a farcical idea; as long as monkeys existed to bleed curses into the world, the problem was only being recycled ) — but every time they meet, he somehow always ends up dropping that thought between lean thighs. He takes one look at that towering mess of white and knows he could never bring himself to upset the tender heart within it. For all his resilience — he has this six foot two weakness.

In this deafening silence of the mountains, waiting for him to come home becomes agonizing. He has come up with a few little routines to give his itching hands something to do; from dipping fruit in sugar to burning incense, airing out the rooms, grooming himself, getting everything chopped up for when they'll cook dinner. There's something calming about it — taking care of their haven. It was a bubble of safety; and it was a lie. But Suguru, for once, was doing everything in his power to keep those grounding thoughts at bay; chasing after his reward for it.

A reward that enters inconspicuously when sliding doors part; out to the balcony overlooking the expanse of green. At once foxy smile presses to Suguru's shoulder as he turns to look his better half over, kiseru still smoking in his grip. Within a step or two they have rejoiced with an unspoken 'welcome home' lingering under the younger's smile. The weight falls over his shoulders like a blanket, energies happily swirling around each other's like sparrows in the throes of love; courting until they settle for the lull of a peaceful waltz. The characteristic notes of his perfume tickle his nostrils and Suguru lets out the softest hum of contentment, not quite registering the tease about how clean the place smells. ( cue the shit-eating grin; 'where is your apron?' ) His gaze falls to the lanky arms looped around him like a collar, trapping him in this all encompassing embrace. The contours of their bodies are so different from back then; Suguru's growth stunted with the death of his old self. But old habits die hard.

When Satoru leans on him, it earns a (feigned) snappy grunt, before he maneuvers his way around that embrace to face him. He's always pretended like his added weight would serve to further the curl in his own spine — 'you're too heavy, Satoru! you're going to give me a hunchback!', a whisper from the past carried onto the breeze that sweeps through their hair. The kiseru ends up smoking next to his ear when Suguru rests his wrist over his shoulder as if to lather him in the tobacco's scent and cover the monkey stench that lingers.

❝ Mm, you think you're so big, don't you. ❞ A smirk. He lets his own palm wonder up the creased lapel to his shirt and loop around his nape, fingers stroking up the fresh undercut in a leisurely fashion. Sultry gaze wonders over the sweet-stained lips awaiting him, his own pucker slightly as though to tease a kiss; just enough to blow some smoke in his face as a cover for prying the blindfold loose. It slips around pale flesh and rests over his neck like a makeshift collar, when Suguru grabs and twists it from the front. A light tug, a slow drag from the pipe, his eyelids droop with a beguiling smirk when pulling him down — pulling their faces closer. ❝ You know, Satoru, height won't do much for you when you're on your back. ❞

[cryopathiic-a]

❝ stop saying i’m jealous. i’m not— i just. i don’t like having to share. ❞

There's an urgency in the way he fastens the sash; the fabric catches onto a lavender claw and the oni shakes it off like a cat that stepped into water. White incense rises from ornamental jars framing his chamber mirror — an odd practice, that one. To have a mirror that size in one's bedroom. An added touch of vanity to a room that already spills over with it; from the hand-painted murals on the walls to the collection of hair ornaments displayed next to an arrangement of pots, to the countless Obon paper lanterns dangling from the ceiling.

You know; the ones humans make to guide their loved ones back home.

❝ You sure sounded like it. ❞ The comment spills nonchalantly from his lips. His eyes catch that stain at the corner of his lips that's not exactly blood. The frozen lotus pops it in his mouth all the same. His other hand is already working towards straightening the rim of his ceremonial robes.

Dōma had jumped to his feet a second before the bell and vajra chimed. A sound that might have only tickled his companion's ears; judging from his astonished reaction when he was suddenly pushed off of the younger oni with such fervor.

Because usually, Dōma only likes to squeeze him closer. And because he ditched him cold turkey on the tatami without sparing him another glimpse. They've been dancing around each other for some time now. It makes sense, knowing him, that the third moon would be a little thrown off by the act.

Though that wasn't quite what Akaza was getting at, was it. It was more... possessive than that.

Dōma doesn't read too much into it. He bounces his own mane and a waterfall of white spreads over his cloaked back. Two fingers reach into some little jar placed onto the bedside table and produce a deep red substance that he proceeds to spread over his cheeks. It adds that much needed touch of color. Clawed fingers fan out and hover over his face - and once that hand falls, the fangs are gone and the kanji in his eye has blended into a perfectly round pupil. There's quite a difference between the oni Akaza knows and this pious young man that turns to face him with a playful smile. He does not look a day over twenty.

❝ Oh well. ❞ It's somewhat playful. ❝ Better start getting used to it then, hm? ❞

And just like that, he reaches out to tap the very tip of that wrinkled nose with an affectionate smile and makes sure to toss a towel in the his flustered counterpart's way before exiting; as a human.

But his claws were still out.

[sapientiiae-a]

@guideoftime asked: ❛ how badly do you want me? ❜ subtle sinday sentence starters | accepting

It was one of the rare instances that she was able to visit Sheik in Kakariko, and with the sun having dipped below the horizon quite some time ago, she was out much later than she’d intended to be.

Though she had been a bit distracted.

Despite the agreement that her and Sheik had made, they’d continued with the same antics from before. They would dance around one another, words unspoken and actions never followed through. Rarely did they speak of their feelings or what happened that day, leaving Zelda uncertain that she hadn’t just imagined it all. There was the occasional uncertain but longing look or moments where they hovered too close to one another, but that was behavior they had presented even before he told her he loved her.

She couldn’t quite say exactly what it was that lead to this moment. It was the buildup of a bunch of little things — fleeting glances and the brushing of fingers that yearned for even a moment of contact; eyes that lingered where they shouldn’t and an unknown magnetic field that seemed to draw the two towards one another.

The tension in Sheik’s home eventually become palpable, and Zelda decided to take matters into her own hands. She could no longer tiptoe along a line that was never meant to exist — a barrier that served as a boundary between the two despite the fact that they’d agreed to not hold back.

They were alone, with no risk of being caught, which was why she went for the kiss. She needed to test the waters so she could understand where exactly they stood after their conversation (assuming she hadn’t imagined it). That kiss seemed to spark something between the two of them, an unspoken realization of just how much they’d restrained themselves since that day. And things escalated pretty quickly.

From what she could recall (it was all a blur), they’d stumbled back to his bed, his arms wrapped around her waist to pull her against him as the mattress knocked against the back of his legs, sending Sheik backwards and pulling Zelda along with him. Now, she was practically in his lap, his hands pressed firmly at her hips (her own tangled in his hair) as their lips worked fervently against each others.

But he pulls back, just enough for his lips to break from hers, even though she still feels them skimming her own as he speaks. It is a question that brings a deep blush to her cheeks (not that she hadn’t been flushed before), yet the words slip past her lips before she can reign them in.

“Goddesses, Sheik, more than I can put into words.”

[darkenforcer]

[ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] or [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] i cannot choose waaaa

THE FIVE SENSES || accepting !

[ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc & [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc )

yuri never liked the rain. all it ever did was remind him of leaky roofs and flooded lower streets. he could ignore it earlier, when he and belial were wrapped up in more... intensive activities (like, seriously intensive, damn). now that they're lying side by side, though, and his clarity's regained, the pelting of heavy raindrops rings.

he would've made his exit by now, as worn as he may be -- not big on aftercare and all that. waiting the storm out seemed like the best option a while back, at least the worst of it, but it seems like that isn't happening anytime soon. his shitty luck strikes again...

maybe they could go another round...? anything to pass the time, really, so he doesn't have to listen to the constant pitter-patter at the window. he props himself up on an elbow, his long hair gently brushing against belial as he leans over. a luring suggestion at the tip of his tongue when...

creaaak-- SLAM! the front door, most likely.

well, so much for that idea. "there's my cue. thought you said your roommates would be out for the night," he mutters with unchecked annoyance, considering there really isn't any avoiding the weather now. that said, the swordsman's already up and slipping into his clothes; staying doesn't feel quite right, either.

he pauses at the window, one foot propped on the sill.

"you know where to find me if you're ever feeling 'lonely' again," purposefully vague and not exactly guaranteeing anything will come out of it again, he's sure the angel appreciates a good challenge. "see you around."

[countlessrealities]

NSFW PROMPTS: LESS CRINGE EDITION || Very selectively accepting !

@imprvdente sent: [ HICKEY ]:  sender  gives  receiver  a  hickey. + reversed, Rick & Fish?

It had started out innocently enough. The real reason why Fish had come over was because she and Summer had plans to watch some dumb movie, but the redhead had bailed out at the very last moment. Something about a "fashion emergency", whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Rick had happened to be in the kitchen to retrieve another six-pack and had somehow been roped into taking his granddaughter's place as the woman's companion for the afternoon.

Thus how they had ended up sitting on the couch together, watching something the scientist hadn't even bothered to look at once. Fish seemed mildly interested in whatever was happening on the screen, while the only thing Rick had been paying attention to was his stash of alcohol.

This at least another idea wormed its way into his consciousness. They were home alone, so there was nothing to give him pause.

Ice blue eyes turned on his guest, locking in the exposed skin of her neck. It was a fairly warm day, the perfect excuse to lose a few layers. Something he was currently very grateful for.

Downing what was left of the contents of his bottle, Rick started to inch closer, slowly and subtly, not wanting Fish to notice what he was doing too soon. When she did, he dropped every caution and appearance of casualness in favour of wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flushed against his side.

Whatever sound or word the woman might have said was fully lost on him. He didn't waste a split second before pressing his lips against the warm skin that had been almost taunting him since the moment it had caught his attention.

His tongue lapped at the somewhat salty flavour of her flesh that, coupled with her perfume, almost remind him of the feeling of an ocean breeze. He took his time to get the chosen spot wet, before his lips and teeth took over.

Nipping, grazing, sucking, pinching the skin in a bite. Fingers squeezing her side, the insight of her thigh. A breathy sound slipping out of his throat from time to time.

He worked with the same passion and diligence he applied to his favourite inventions, hellbent on getting everything he could out of it. Her moaning under his touch. The heat rising between them. His own body reacting to the steadily rising craving for more.

What a fucking masterpiece. And, if he had a saying in it, he would have made that pun very much intended.

"H-How about we ditch this stupid movie an-and continue this somewhere more private?" He asked when he finally broke away, gaze lingering on the lovely, wet bruise he had left on Fish's neck. "T-There's a few other spots I-I really wanna get my mouth on."

[finalslay]

@thewcy sent : [ BLINDFOLD ] // for arthur 🫣

as  adamant  as  din  is  about  keeping  his  helmet  on  at  all  times,  it's  safe  to  say  that  arthur  hadn't  expected  this.  the  quietly  murmured  ‘  do  you  trust  me?  ’  —  arthur's  answer,  of  course,  had  been  yes,  and  now  here  they  are.  armor  discarded,  cast  aside  for  the  both  of  them  :  the  catch  however  is  that  a  blindfold  now  covers  arthur's  eyes.  it  adds  a  certain  thrill  to  it,  that  much  he'll  admit  —  he  can't  predict  what  din  will  do  next  without  seeing  him.  not  to  mention  that  right  beyond  that  layer  of  fabric,  the  other  man's  face  is  visible.  arthur  would  be  lying  if  he  said  he  wasn't  curious  what  the  other  mandalorian  looked  like  underneath  silver  beskar  ...  but  it  is  not  his  place.  he  would  not  dare  break  din's  trust  like  that,  not  when  he's  already  given  this  to  him.  breath  catches  in  arthur’s  throat  as  lips  place  kisses  upon  his  jawline.  his  neck.  his  chest.  seemingly  simple  gestures,  but  ones  that  hold  so  much  weight  like  this.  the  other  man  is  working  his  way  further  and  further  down,  and  it  takes  everything  arthur’s  power  not  to  just  let  him  keep  going.  he  can’t  do  that  though.  not  yet.    “  hold  on,  ”    he  mutters,  reaching  out  and  tangling  calloused  fingers  in  din’s  hair.    “  c’mere  —  let  me  look  at  ya.  ”    he  doesn’t  mean  literally,  as  is  proven  by  the  way  he  uses  his  other  hand  to  carefully  brush  its  way  along  din’s  cheek,  thumb  stroking  the  skin  there.  he  wants  to  touch  him,  to  trace  his  features,  to  try  and  make  his  own  mental  image  of  the  mandalorian.

[lapisdex]

💋💋💋 uwuw

for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse. @al-hazen

When Rex takes on his draconic features they are like erogenous zones, his horns and base of tail are the best spots. Though at the same time you have to be someone given consent to touch them. His tail does like to coil around partners when in the act.

His libido matches his partner, being a god he can keep up with a partner with high libido. His age sometimes hampers this but not often, he does enjoy the post orgasmic snuggles that drift off into rest a lot so give him some of those and he can keep going.

If he has sex with another elemental being then crystallization is happening, there will be shards and shields everywhere in that nest.

[noxturnals-void]

Slashers with an s/o that’s always cold

Characters include:

Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jesse Cromeans, Asa Emory

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✨Chronic cold hands and feet gang unite✨

Tw: suggestions of nsfw (nothing described explicitly), characters being hard on themselves

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Jason Voorhees:

Pre-zombie

He’s a big, warm guy.

You can cuddle against him and feel like you're hugging a heater.

Will give you bear hugs to heat you up at any time.

It can get pretty cold during the winter, so his lap is where you’ll be. He doesn’t mind.

He will hold your hands in his to warm them up whenever he notices your hands are too cold.

When you are out on walks together in the woods or around the campgrounds, you hold hands in his jacket pocket.

When you cuddle on the couch or in bed, he’ll make sure your hands and feet are always warm.

Post-zombie

Poor guy :(

He can’t comfort you how he used to now that he’s room temperature.

He’ll still try his absolute best to keep you warm with heated blankets and fuzzy socks.

Will give your hands and feet massages to stimulate blood flow.

He feels bad not being able to keep you warm as well during the winter, so he builds extra big fires just for you.

Will still give you bear hugs, even if they don’t warm you up.

Michael Myers:

He never lets you go anywhere alone, but that doesn’t mean he’s all over you.

When the urge for physical touch does happen, it’s rarely PG-13.

Outside of that, it’s uncommon for him to do things such as cuddle or hug.

When he is unusually tame, you will find him holding you.

He wants to be near you. Sometimes that means you are stuck to his chest, wrapped up in his arms, or pinned onto the couch or bed under his weight.

He may or may not let you put your hands under his mask to heat them up against his neck or face.

Fair warning: only try if you’re prepared to lose a hand.

If you don’t lose a hand, something’s wrong. Might be time for his yearly vet appointment.

Thomas Hewitt aka Leatherface:

This guy can’t keep his hands off of you.

He knows your hands and feet are always cold, even during the hot Texas summer.

He’s more than willing to share his body heat.

He will constantly worry about your hands and feet being so cold. Is your heart okay? He’s always going to be worried about your health.

If you want to work outside with him, he’ll let you, but don’t think you’re doing any heavy lifting when you’ve got him around.

He won’t deny that it’s nice to have your hands against the back of his neck, under his hair, or on his forehead, like a personal ice pack.

When you sleep, he will be the big spoon to ensure you are safe and warm the entire night.

Jesse Cromeans aka Chromeskull:

Pre-superest of super glues

Oh, this cocky bastard.

You want him to warm up your hands? Don’t worry, he will put your hands to good use, and they’ll be warm in no time ;)

Relishes in you cuddling up to him for warmth.

The way you shiver, complaining about your feet being cold as you shove them between his legs has him laughing.

Will definitely spoil you rotten with gifts.

You have a collection of luxury-brand thermal socks and expensive heating packs at your disposal for when he’s not around.

He will suggest exercise. Especially at-home yoga. It's good for your circulation. It’s good for his circulation to see you in some of those poses ;)

Post-superest of super glues

He’s less cocky now that he’s lost (what he believes) is one of his best attributes. His face.

He will be distant for a while; resisting giving into your physical affection despite your hands and feet being ice cubes. He can’t be your heater until he comes to terms with his own reality first.

He still buys you gifts, more so now that he’s constantly worried you will leave him if he doesn’t.

Instead of acting all smug and arrogant about you wanting him, he will try to enjoy the fact you still want to be near him.

His affirmations that you still care about him come from you still sticking your ice-cold hands up his sleeves to make him jump, or your frozen feet sliding between his legs seeking warmth when you sleep together at night.

He would never admit it, but your cold hands on his face make him feel normal again.

Asa Emory aka The Collector:

Oh, he’s intrigued.

You have chronically cold hands and feet?

Do you have anemia? Poor circulation? Thyroid issues? Autoimmune disorder? Best believe he will force you to get checked for every possibility; if you haven’t already done so.

If nothing comes up, he will suggest exercise.

You are welcome to join him on his morning runs or occasional bouts to the gym.

Of course, he’s more than willing to warm you up in alternative ways ;)

He’s a busy man, balancing his work and extracurricular activities, so he won’t always be around for you to warm up against.

When that's the case, you have plenty of stuff he’s provided for you.

When he is around and notices your abnormally cold hands or feet, he will address it silently, handing you fuzzy socks or a heating pad.

He’s got to make sure his favorite pet stays in good health after all ;)

[pin-k-ink]

*slowly opening the door*

Brat tamer hoshina is hot

*leave after closing the door*

That's it

erupt // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ teasing, semi public handjob, cunnilingus, manhandling, edging, orgasm denial, nipple play, pet names, dirty talking, biting/marking, dry humping, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

wc ⇢ 4k

a/n: this was way more tame compared to what i actually had in mind for him

"Miss me, big guy?" you purred, sauntering into Soshiro's office with a sly grin.

He glanced up from the stack of paperwork on his desk, brow creasing minutely before smoothing out into an easy smile that made your insides flutter. Soshiro pushed away from his chair, straightening to his full height with lazy grace.

"You know I always do, babygirl," he rumbled, slinging one arm around your waist to tug you flush against his powerful frame. "Though shouldn't you be down in the training halls right about now?"

You hummed noncommittally, allowing your palms to roam over the broad expanse of his muscled back and shoulders sightlessly. Soshiro's ruby eyes dipped lower, dark lashes fanning over those striking features as he drank in your exploration.

"What, you're not gonna try scolding me for skipping out again?" you prompted, unable to resist testing his patience. As expected, your boyfriend's lips twitched in restrained amusement.

"Now why would I do that?" Soshiro murmured, the barest hint of a growl lacing his deep timbre. "I know how much my girl loves finding new ways to get under my skin lately..."

His calloused fingertips trailed up the slender column of your throat, tilting your chin to better meet the heated intensity simmering in those blown ruby depths. You swallowed thickly, pulse kicking up at the scorching promise veiled there.

"In fact," he husked, mouth brushing yours in a tantalizing caress, "I'd say you're doing a bang-up job wearing down what's left of my patience, gorgeous..."

You couldn't quite bite back the tiny keen that slipped free at the implicit insinuation. Soshiro's arms tensed fractionally before relaxing - carefully maintaining control for now despite the blatant provocation. Undeterred, you slid sinuous hands up to frame his jaw and roll your body suggestively closer.

"I just can't seem to help myself when it comes to you, 'Shiro," you breathed against the seam of his lips tauntingly. "Always gotta make sure you're not forgetting about little old me amidst those boring obligations..."

Soshiro growled low in his chest at that, trapping your hips in his vise-like grip while slanting your faces closer still. "Trust me, baby...you're the one damn thing always at the front of my mind these days. Can't get a single second to stop thinking 'bout those pretty eyes and mouth, driving me crazy no matter what I'm doing..."

You didn't bother suppressing your full-bodied shudder at the heated, husky words or the way his slick tongue dragged over his full lower lip hungrily. Soshiro's smirk widened at the undisguised effect he had over you until you could taste the remnants of his smoky cedar scent every time you inhaled.

"You'll be the death of me yet, you know that?" he sighed with wry amusement, leaning down to nip delicately at the racing pulse in your throat. "My gorgeous, insatiable brat who loves tormenting me to distraction whenever we get five damn minutes together..."

Any cheeky retort you might've given dissolved into a guttural moan as Soshiro sealed his mouth over yours in a searing, lush glide of demanding tongue and rasping whiskey-rough lips. For several suspended heartbeats, he indulged your heated exploration and roaming hands alike - ravaging your senses until stars burst behind your fluttering lids.

Then, with the same maddening self-restraint, he pulled back - leaving you dazed and trembling in his sturdy embrace. Those blown ruby depths searched yours, darkening further with each shuddering drag of air between your damp, swollen mouths.

"Rain check for later, yeah baby?" Soshiro rasped out at last, punctuating his plea by trailing a lingering caress down the sensitive column of your spine that made you arch wantonly. "I gotta train with the new recruits soon...don't wanna be too distracted by your pretty teasing when they need me sharp as hell out there."

The blatantly husky promise laced through his words sent another frisson of liquid heat pooling low in your belly despite your burgeoning frustration. Soshiro took full advantage, ducking his head to ghost a searing glide over the thundering pulse at your nape until you were quivering against him helplessly.

"But don't you worry that sweet ass, gorgeous," he growled against your flushed skin with obvious relish. "You keep playing with fire like this...and the second I get you to myself again without any interruptions, you're gonna get burned nice and thorough as punishment."

His hand dipped lower to palm your ass with undisguised possession, blunt fingertips digging into the supple flesh possessively until your needy whine pitched higher. And despite the slick taunt slipping from your lips in a desperate bid for retaliation, Soshiro simply chuckled richly against the thundering hollow of your throat.

You'd won this round easily enough...but as you slunk from his office with wobbly steps and unsated ache still thrumming through your limbs, you couldn't quite contain the delicious shiver of anticipation for whatever retribution awaited after pushing the envelope too far this time.

Something told you the Vice-Captain's patience was finally wearing thin when it came to his favorite torment's endless tantrums.

Soshiro couldn't tear his gaze away as you sauntered into the briefing room, cursing the one who designed the combat suit, which clung to every lush curve and toned line of your legs like a second skin. The teasing sway of your hips made his mouth go dry despite his best efforts to school his features. Soshiro was achingly reminded of how those powerful legs had clenched around his waist, ankles digging into the muscles of his ass as you begged him to go deeper…

You offered him a coy smile as you slid into the seat directly beside him, back ramrod straight despite the blatant heat simmering in your hooded stare. Soshiro tensed imperceptibly when you leaned over, your shoulder brushing against his arm as you "casually" retrieved something from your satchel.

Except there was nothing casual about the way your chest pressed distractingly close to his space, or how you shifted to allow the slightly unzipped top of your suit to dip tantalizing low as you stretched. Soshiro swallowed thickly, desperately trying to avoid drinking in the glimpse of swells it afforded him.

But your smirk told him you knew exactly where his stare had landed in that split second lapse of restraint. Before he could formulate a response, Mina cleared her throat and the briefing visuals flickered to life, commanding everyone's attention.

For a few blessed minutes, Soshiro managed to retain his focus on the kaiju strategy projections. That is, until he felt your fingertips ghost along the inseam of his pants in a torturously light caress. Every muscle in his thigh flexed instinctively as you traced higher, higher, until—

You full-on palmed the rapidly stiffening bulge of his cock with zero shame, giving it an audacious squeeze at the same time. Soshiro's breath caught in his throat, stifling the guttural groan that tried to slip out as heat lanced through his body.

He shot you an incredulous glare, fighting the urge to look around and see if anyone else bore witness to your brazen move. But you simply blinked up at him with faux innocence, not retracting your wandering hand in the slightest.

In fact, you curled your fingers around the rigid length straining against the fabric, dragging the heel of your palm firmly along the underside from root to tip. Soshiro's hips jerked, digits biting into the armrests of his chair as waves of blistering arousal swamped through him.

At this rate, there was no way he'd be able to maintain composure and discretion through this whole briefing--not with you relentlessly stoking the fire coiling low in his abdomen higher and higher without pause or mercy.

You leaned over once more as if scrutinizing the holo-projections, using the movement as a guise to deftly part his suit and finally pull his throbbing cock free. Soshiro hissed sharply through gritted teeth, the soft heat of your palm wrapping snugly around his girth nearly making his eyes roll back.

"Easy, Vice-Captain," you murmured, dark lashes feathering your cheeks as you glanced over with a molten smirk. "This is just a little...preemptive disciplinary action for all the endless torment you've been putting me through lately."

Soshiro opened his mouth to protest--or maybe just to beg--but any sound was lost in his throat as you began to slowly, relentlessly pump your fist over his aching cock. He cast his gaze helplessly toward the holo-displays, jaw ticking as he fought with everything he had not to thrust shamelessly into your snug grip.

But with every whisper of your hand gliding through the tight ring of your fingers and over the dewy, precum-slick head of his cock, Soshiro could feel his control fraying further. The blistering pace of his pulse pounded in his ears, sweat beading along his hairline as you brought him swiftly to the edge of shattering apart right there.

Before he could lose that final thread, the briefing concluded and officers began shifting out of their seats. With one last teasing caress, you tucked Soshiro back into his suit and rose fluidly, wicked grin daring him to call you on your indecent act.

He simply stared at you, utterly stunned and still throbbing with unresolved tension in your wake as you sauntered out of the briefing room without a backwards glance--leaving a scalding trail of humiliation, arousal, and unbridled fury all tangled into one searing conflagration in your wake.

The gloves were officially off now and you knew it too. Which meant there would be no inch of respite, no corner of mercy left to grant when Soshiro inevitably cornered you and took his utterly ruinous reprisal for pushing him to that white-hot breaking point at last.

You wanted to play mad, delirious games of provocation and see them through to their most scorching, depraved conclusion? Well then, the Vice-Captain intended to show this insolent brat of his exactly what an unbound, merciless tempest of rapture their taunting had awakened.

Soshiro didn't bother with niceties or warnings the second you stepped out into the hallway, thinking you were in the clear. One powerful arm banded around your waist while the other hiked beneath your knees, bodily hoisting you up against his chest before you could so much as squeak in surprise.

You instinctively clutched at the hard planes of his shoulders, breath catching at the blazing intensity searing from his blown ruby gaze. Gone was the playful, laidback demeanor you knew so well - replaced by an utterly feral edge that made your pulse kick into overdrive.

"Soshiro, what are you—?!" you started, only to be silenced by the rumbling growl that vibrated against the sensitive spot below your ear.

"You wanted to play brat and tempt me past my limits?" he grated out, every syllable laced with dark promise. "Well congratulations, gorgeous...you've fucking succeeded."

With that, he spun on his heel and started stalking down the corridor with powerful, measured strides - utterly uncaring for the few scattered personnel you passed. If anything, the open lust and awe flickering over their features as you clutched his frame only seemed to embolden Soshiro's movements further.

You parted your lips to protest or possibly demand he put you down immediately. But one scorching look from those blown ruby depths was enough to rob you of words entirely. Instead, you swallowed thickly and twined your arms around his neck, silently riding out whatever inescapable storm awaited in his wake.

Because you knew this electrified, utterly uncompromising side of Soshiro could only mean one thing - he was well and truly done playing your endless games of teasing provocation. The object of his furious, razored focus now was to utterly decimate any shred of bravado you thought you still possessed until you existed solely to writhe and keen beneath his merciless devouring.

So when he kicked open the door to his private office and stalked inside, radiating that same lethally coiled intensity, you knew better than to offer even a token resistance. Not when Soshiro descended your trembling form onto the nearest surface with all the savagery of an apex predator finally unbound from its obstructing chains.

The second you were backed against the desk, Soshiro's intense gaze pinned you in place - all traces of his usual playful demeanor nowhere to be found. His jaw clenched as he raked his eyes over your trembling form with undisguised hunger.

"Did you really think," he growled lowly, "that you could pull a stunt like that and just waltz away scot-free, gorgeous?"

Before you could respond, Soshiro's hands clamped vice-like around your upper arms, hauling you flush against his powerful frame. You gasped at the sudden, unyielding grip and the delicious friction of being crushed against those steel bands of muscle.

"I love every infuriating inch of you," he rasped hotly against the side of your neck. "But that kind of bold disrespect? That earns you a very special sort of disciplining, pretty girl."

With that ominous promise, Soshiro wrenched you backwards to sprawl over the desk's surface. His weight settled over you instantly, hips slotting between your splayed thighs as he pinned you with his bulk.

"N-No...Soshiro, wait!" you tried breathlessly, even as a part of you thrilled at being so thoroughly overpowered.

He simply snarled softly in response, sealing his mouth over the thundering pulse at the base of your throat. Soshiro's hands roamed freely, bunching fabric and sneaking beneath layers to brand fiery paths along your exposed skin.

"Wait?" He pulled back to level you with a look of dark, molten promise. "And let you keep misbehaving without facing the consequences like a good girl should? I don't think so..."

With that, his palm cupped your jaw in a punishing grip, forcing your lips apart to admit the relentless velvet glide of his tongue in a searing claim. You moaned wantonly into his mouth, writhing beneath the solid weight pressing you into the desk's surface as your limbs wound around his neck and waist.

Soshiro groaned at the undisguised desire you had for him, hips grinding roughly against yours until your back arched in a perfect, mesmerizing curve. His mouth moved down the column of your throat, pausing briefly to suck a possessive bruise along your collarbone.

"So fucking sexy," he rasped, palming one of your breasts through your uniform. "My beautiful, insatiable brat who can't get enough of my cock even though she knows the rules..."

You whimpered when his fingers rolled the pert peak, tugging sharply until the sensation went from pleasant to overwhelming. Your nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders, but Soshiro seemed determined to drive you mad with desire.

He pinched and twisted the sensitive flesh mercilessly, relishing in your whimpers and pleas. When he was satisfied with his work, he finally unclasped the suit's front. The material parted like a curtain to reveal the flushed skin underneath, a sight he drank in hungrily as you let your suit fall to the floor.

"I've been waiting all damn day for this," Soshiro breathed, calloused fingertips trailing along the dips and curves of your figure until you were shivering with need. "All I could think about was how wet and hot and tight my girl's cunt was going to be for me..."

The vulgar word sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core, making your walls flutter around the emptiness within. Soshiro smirked at the way your face flushed, dipping his head to drag his tongue across the taut swell of your breast. His mouth fastened on the puckered bud, sucking the sensitive flesh until a breathy cry escaped your lips.

Your back arched involuntarily, pressing yourself closer to his teasing mouth. Soshiro chuckled, switching to lavish the neglected nipple with equal attention. Every lap and tug of his tongue elicited more delicious reactions, leaving you trembling and aching for release.

"S-Soshiro," you managed, voice cracking slightly as his thumb began rolling the other, spit-slick peak. "Please, I need more..."

He hummed in response, not ceasing the assault on your senses. Your eyes slipped shut, hips canting upward in search of any sort of friction to relieve the throbbing ache. When you felt the brush of his lips along your sternum, you were ready to beg and plead, anything to have him give you what you wanted.

But his hands were already busy, parting your folds with the pads of his fingers before slipping two digits inside the slick channel. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, muscles clamping around the thick intrusion. "Fuck, just as tight as I remember, gorgeous," he groaned, watching the way your expression contorted into one of pure ecstasy.

Soshiro leaned down to swallow your moans, tongue tangling with yours as he began pumping his fingers. You clung to him, fingers scrabbling for purchase as he expertly worked your pussy. He knew every spot to press, how to angle his wrist just so, until you were seeing stars.

When his thumb brushed over your clit, your hips bucked uncontrollably, nails scoring his shoulders through his uniform. You could feel his smirk against your mouth, but before you could muster a response, he was rubbing slow, purposeful circles.

Your thighs trembled as the pressure inside built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until you felt like you were about to burst. Soshiro's mouth latched onto your nipple, the rough texture of his tongue adding a whole new layer of sensation.

"I-I can't...fuck, I'm so close," you managed to choke out, back bowing as you teetered on the precipice.

The words were barely out of your mouth when Soshiro suddenly removed his fingers, leaving your walls clenching around nothing. You cried out in protest, opening your eyes to find him licking your arousal off his hand with an impossibly smug grin.

"What...the fuck?" you hissed, scowling at the smug bastard.

"Ah ah, none of that attitude," he said, leaning down to nip at your ear. "I did warn you, baby...you've earned this."

Your protests died in your throat as he sank to his knees, hands sliding up the back of your thighs until they hooked beneath your ass. The next thing you knew, Soshiro had yanked you closer, lifting your legs over his shoulders in one fluid motion.

Your mouth went dry as you felt his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the only warning before his tongue dragged across the length of your pussy. You cried out, hands fisting in his hair, trying desperately to hold on as he devoured you like a man starved.

The sensation was unlike anything else. Every swipe, every flick of his tongue was driving you closer to the edge, but just before you could get there, he'd pull back and start all over again. You could feel his smirk as you whined and pleaded for more.

"Beg," Soshiro commanded, punctuating his demand with a harsh suck on your clit that had your back bowing.

"Fuck...please," you gasped, hips canting toward his mouth. "P-Please, make me come. I'm so fucking close, please, I can't take it..."

Your pleas seemed to be working because Soshiro resumed his merciless attack, doubling his efforts. You were sure someone had to hear your cries, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about was getting what you needed, and Soshiro was the only one who could give it to you.

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard, and that was nearly all it took. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, he withdrew, leaving you a whimpering, desperate mess. Your eyes shot open, glaring down at the infuriating man currently between your thighs.

"Soshiro, if you don't—"

He didn't give you a chance to finish the threat, surging up and kissing you hard. You tasted yourself on his lips, groaning into his mouth as his tongue tangled with yours. Before you could recover, his cock was already at your entrance, the blunt head sliding through the slick folds.

You broke the kiss, needing to watch as he slowly filled you. The stretch was borderline painful as he pressed into you, the thick length stretching your walls. It felt like an eternity before he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against yours.

Soshiro's forehead was resting on your shoulder, breathing labored as he tried to adjust. You squeezed around him, earning a guttural moan from the man above you. "Don't...do that," he panted, the strained command making your pussy flutter.

You did it again, this time rolling your hips for extra measure. This earned you a low growl, and then his hands were gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pinning them to the desk. "Be a good girl," he warned, pulling out until just the tip was inside.

Your lips parted to deliver another retort, but the words died on your tongue as Soshiro slammed back into you, punching the air from your lungs. You were vaguely aware of the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin, but all you could focus on was the way he filled you so perfectly, stretching and claiming you with every thrust.

He set a brutal pace, his body practically draped over yours as he fucked you senseless. Your hands scrambled for purchase, fingers clawing at his shoulders, his back, his arms, anything to ground yourself as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you.

Soshiro buried his face in your neck, groaning as he rutted into you. Every thrust hit just the right spot, sending jolts of white-hot electricity through your body. You were so close, the familiar pressure building low in your abdomen.

"Touch me," you gasped, the words barely coherent as he continued pounding into you.

He didn't waste a second, one hand finding your clit while the other slid down to cup your ass. You were completely at his mercy, your entire world narrowed down to the way his cock stretched your pussy, the way his thumb rubbed tight, quick circles over your clit, the way his mouth found the sensitive spot below your ear and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

The combination was too much, pushing you over the edge. Your back bowed as your orgasm crashed over you, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. Soshiro didn't stop, continuing to thrust and rub as you came around his cock, gushing and spraying his hand and your thighs with your juices, watching it drip onto his desk.

You were barely coherent as he followed you over the edge, spilling inside of you with a deep groan. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard as he filled you with his seed. You clung to him, fingers threading through his hair, riding the waves of bliss that washed over you.

Soshiro shifted his weight, his softening cock still buried inside you. His lips found yours, the kiss softer and sweeter than the ones before. You melted into him, relishing the way his body felt against yours, the way his lips fit so perfectly against yours.

Finally, he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see the lewd sight of his cum spilling out of your used pussy, a mix of both of your juices trickling onto his desk. His hand cupped your sex, fingers gathering the dripping mess and spreading it over your lower lips.

"Such a pretty little thing, my brat," he growled, voice ragged. "Gonna have to remind you to behave more often if this is how it always ends..."

You moaned weakly, feeling your walls clench around the thick digits lazily stroking through the creamy mess. He smirked, pulling his fingers free and bringing them to your lips. You eagerly opened for him, sucking them clean of the mingled release coating them.

Soshiro's eyes darkened as you twirled your tongue around his fingers, swallowing every last drop. When they were clean, he pulled his hand away, cupping your jaw. "Messy little thing too," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips.

"Only for you," you replied, grinning.

His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Good, cause I'm nowhere near done teaching you a lesson, gorgeous. Now be a good girl and get on your knees for me..."