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Easy Answer Smut

arcaneallmight:

Send a sentence and my muse will respond with a short answer.

1. Swallow cum or take it in the ass/pussy? 2. Favorite place to cum/be cummed on? 3. Give or receive oral? 4. Top or bottom? 5. Favorite pet name to be called in bed? 6. Favorite name to call your partner in bed? 7. Ass or titties? 8. On the floor or against the wall? 9. Describe the sexiest lingerie you can think of. 10. Body shots? 11. Best place to have sex? 12. Do you use toys? What kind? 13. Best song to fuck to? 14. Daddy kink? 15. Funniest thing to happen during sex? 16. Would you participate in a threesome? 17. Does pain turn you on? 18. Weirdest place you’ve had sex? 19. Would you sext or send nudes? 20. Would you eat ass? 22. Would you wear a collar? 23. Do you watch porn? What kind? 24. Kinkiest thing you’ve done? 25. Describe the perfect scenario for sex. 26. Pubes or clean shaven? 27. Favorite position? 28. How loud are you during sex?

unvieuxrenard:

“I thought by now you’d have remembered what’s in my pants,”

Hm. Perhaps? He seemed to question it with a hum, gently pulling Arthur closer but still just out of touch, “Mon ami, when have you ever been able to make me do anything. But… if you want a fight for it–” With only a half second of smirking he was pulling him down, engulfing him in a firey kiss and holding him tight as his teeth grazed his lip demanding control.

“Darling, I don’t care what’s in your pants as long as you share it with me.”

Arthur smirked at him but didn’t bother to respond to his not-quite-a-question. Oh, he could fight for it and would, though he knew Francis wanted it too. He kissed the Frenchman back and slipped his arms around him. Arthur wasn’t about to roll over and surrender control so easily and kissed him back with a few nips of his own.

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unvieuxrenard:

“Aw, Tu me manques aussi,”

His fingers curled in the others hair, twisting the short locks around his finger trying to gently coax Arthur closer. “Mais oui, bien sur. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed, hm? The beauty is not in the brightness of a petal or how tall you grow, but in the comfort and connection time has sewn.”

“I mean, I luckily am a gorgeous little flower on my own. But I can see why you think we are alike.”

Arthur snorted and smiled as he came closer.

“You’re such a twat, Francis.” Flowers and literature pushed to the side for the sake of leaning into the Frenchman’s personal space. “Now are you going to shut up and kiss me or do I have to make you?”

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unvieuxrenard:

Oh, so he finally was learning to be suave. It only took decades. Francis smirked, leaning in far too close and cupping his face in his hand. “Need. hm? Do you really miss me that much?”

“And, mon petit chou, anyone who’s seen your front door knows you adore roses. I will be very disappoined if I don’t get to see your garden this spring. Something good must come from all that rain,”

Arthur has always been suave, he’s just more prone to yelling than not. He frowned at the hand on his face. “Of course I have, you arsehole.” Despite his harsh words, he leaned into the touch.

“Yet another backhanded compliment from you, I can’t help the rain any more than you can control the sun.” He began to smile slowly. “Of course you will, Francis. If I can’t show them off, they would be very disappointed themselves. They’re quite like you.”

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