nocturnal hearts

mature sideblog

[nocturnxlhearts]

@bothsidesofaquestion / kurt wagner [ BATH ]: sender and receiver, while sharing a bath (either planned or spontaneously) proceed to have sex together while in it. ( Gamora )

Baths, like relationships, were a luxury, but that didn't stop Gamora from enjoying either. Or, in some instances, both at the same time.

It started with lazing against Kurt, the warm and gentle water lapping at their naked bodies, but she knew how it would end the moment he proposed the idea. It didn't take long for hands to travel, cupping her breasts and tracing her scars, kisses pressed against her neck, riling her up as she felt him harden beneath her.

"You can't start something and not finish it," she warned, but her voice was breathless and wanting, and she knew Kurt had no intention of stopping. His hand was already moving between her legs and she arched her back to meet him.

Gamora suddenly turned, straddling him in the tub, and leaned down to kiss him. He lifted her hips just enough for him to maneuver, and then she slid down on top of him with a low moan. Their tempo started rhythmically, but quickly rose until the water sloshed around them with their actions.

The mess they were making was the furthest thing from her mind. Each thrust left her wanting more, harder and faster, begging not with her words but her body. When she came, it was with him name raggedly torn from her as she pressed herself as close as possible to his body.

She stayed there for a few moments, reveling in his warmth and the safety she felt, then pressed a kiss against his ear. "I hope you don't think we're done."

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@svnsworn / claire redfield [ PUBLIC BATHROOM ]: while in a fancy restaurant or bar or hotel, the sender and receiver meet each other in a (clean) public bathroom with nobody else inside; they proceed to take advantage of this, and have sex in one of the cubicles. CLAIRE AND LEON IN A RESTAURANT BATHROOM DURING AN AWKWARD BUSINESS DINNER WITH SOME DSO FUCKS OR SMTH

"They're going to hear you." His voice is low and rough as it drags along her ear and down her neck, accompanied by searing kisses. Even though he keeps one hand over her mouth, there's spaces between his fingers because he wants to hear her as he fingers her in this red dress that's been driving him crazy all night. The slit up the side, her teasing glances, her touch on his thigh.

Abandoning all pretense, he dropped to his knees, pulled her underwear down, and ran his hands up along her thighs to pull the red dress back. He wasted no time in descending his mouth between her legs.

He stays like that, eating her out in the stall, the moans that escape her echoing off the tile walls. He glanced upward to watch her writhe against the wall. Leon pulls away before he finishes, because he really can't stand it anymore, and starts to fumble with belt and zipper. He's pretty sure Claire will rip it off if he doesn't work fast enough.

But off it comes, to join her underwear on the floor, and a moment later he's inside of her.

It was Leon's turn to repress a groan that shudders through him. He gripped her waist, encouraging her legs to wrap around him, and starts in on a steady rhythm. Each time he thrusts, her walls clamp down on him, squeezing him until he's breathless and his muscles shake with pleasure. But he never falters, their pace only increasing as the heat between them rises and crests over and over.

He thinks it's him who cums first, his fingers digging into her thighs and a long groan muffled by the nape of her neck where he's made himself at home. Or it could've been her, tearing at his hair and legs wrapped so tightly around him she's using him as leverage against the wall.

Either way, Leon decided he liked messing up her dresses in public.

[soulrph]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.  (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏)

i. i wish i could explain what led to this. but for whatever reason, you’re getting this post, and idk when i’ll remember to post it bc it’s very late and it’s very likely that i’ll draft it, but we’ll see how it goes! i hope you enjoy them, and DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST!!! i WILL edit or make a new list once i’m conscious and the vibes are returned! ( if you like these, i would love to direct u towards THIS POST bc it’s a very very very good meme made by an exceptionally talented meme-maker! )

[  MY PLACE  ]:          sender and receiver return to the sender’s home, where things proceed to get heated.

[  YOURS  ]:          sender and receiver return to the receiver’s home, where things proceed to get heated.

[  BACKSEAT  ]:          while parked safely, the sender and receiver, fuelled by mutual passions, climb into the backseat of the car together to have sex.

[  DRIVER  ]:          while parked safely, one of the muses climbs into the other muses lap, leading to an immediately intimate situation in the driver’s seat of the car.

[  BEDROOM  ]:           after things get heated between the two muses, they proceed to take things to the bedroom, where things get even friskier.

[  SOFA  ]:          too impatient to get to the bedroom, the two muses end up taking things to the next level on the sofa.

[  FLOOR  ]:           either by choice or by clumsy and painful accident, the two muses end up entangled on the floor, where they proceed to have sex.

[  KITCHEN  ]:          unable to resist, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in the kitchen.

[  OFFICE  ]:           one of the muses has to work late and alone one night; the other decides to pay them a visit, and things immediately take a heated and intimate turn as they get frisky in the office.

[  OFFICE  DESK  ]:           after spontaneously sweeping the contents of the desk to the ground, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex on top of the desk.

[  WALL  ]:           pinning the other up against the wall, the two muses begin to have sex up against a wall.

[  WINDOW  ]:          while in a room with floor to ceiling windows, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex up against the window.

[  BATH  ]:          sender and receiver, while sharing a bath (either planned or spontaneously) proceed to have sex together while in it.

[  SHOWER  ]:          sender and receiver, while sharing a shower together (either planned or spontaneously) proceed to have sex together while in it.

[  PUBLIC  BATHROOM  ]:          while in a fancy restaurant or bar or hotel, the sender and receiver meet each other in a (clean) public bathroom with nobody else inside; they proceed to take advantage of this, and have sex in one of the cubicles.

[  LAKE  ]:          after going skinny-dipping together, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in a tranquil, romantic, secluded lake.

[  WATERFALL  ]:          after taking a midnight swim together in a secluded lake, the sender and receiver notice a nearby waterfall, and things proceed to get frisky while they explore it and each other together.

[  STORAGE  CLOSET  ]:          when the mood strikes both the sender and receiver in a public setting, they both find a small storage closet together, and have sex inside.

[  LIBRARY  ]:          having found a guaranteed private part of a library, the sender and receiver begin to get frisky behind the bookshelves.

[  GYM  ]:          after a heated and energetic training session together, the sender and receiver, at the conclusion of the sparring match, proceed to have sex on the gymnasium floor.

[  CINEMA  ]:           while in the back of a largely unoccupied movie theatre, the sender and receiver proceed to get frisky in the back row.

[  MILE-HIGH  ]:          while on an airplane flight together, the sender and receiver decide to mark the occasion by having sex in the airplane bathroom.

[  DRESSING  ROOM  ]:           the sender and receiver proceed to have sex together in a dressing room.

[  TENT  ]:          in the middle of the night, one of the muse’s slips into the others tent, and they proceed to have sex together.

[  MOTEL  ROOM  ]:          sender and receiver end up having sex together in a motel room.

[  HOTEL  ROOM  ]:           sender and receiver end up having sex together in a hotel room. ( good for one-night-stand threads! )

[  WEDDING  ]:          while attending a wedding party, the sender and receiver decide to slip away from the celebrations and have sex in a more quiet part of the venue.

[  HONEYMOON  SUITE  ]:          after getting married, the sender and receiver slip away from the celebrations early and have sex together in the private luxury of their bridal suite.

[  TOWER  ]:            as they explore the abandoned ruins of a barely standing castle together, the sender and receiver proceed to get frisky in one of the strangely romantic, ivy-strewn towers.

[  FOREST  ]:          while wandering through a heavily wooded area together, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in the midst of the wilderness.

[  PICNIC  ]:          after a romantic picnic in the countryside, the sender and receiver begin to get intimate, and have sex on the picnic blanket in the midst of the empty and beautiful nature.

[  BEACH  ]:          having found an isolated, untouched cove together, the sender and receiver begin to have sex on the shore of the idyllic beach.

[  BOAT  ]:           the sender and receiver proceed to have sex on a boat (either out at sea or still in the docks).

[  MEADOW  ]:          the sender and receiver begin to get frisky in a clear, untouched meadow.

[  NEW  HOUSE  ]:          having just purchased their first house together, the sender and receiver, so elated by their milestone, decide to celebrate by having sex in their new home before unpacking.

[  SWIMMING  POOL  ]:          as the pair go for a late-night swim in the local swimming pool, the sender and receiver begin to get frisky in the serene and empty pool.

[  SHELTER  ]:          rushing through the rain together to find shelter, the sender and receiver, both drenched to the skin in the downpour, find themselves getting frisky in the shelter of an isolated and empty garage.

[  CAROUSEL  ]:          when they visit a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver go on the carousel together, and in the isolated light of the carousel, they proceed to have sex in one of the wagons.

[  FERRIS  WHEEL  ]:          when visiting a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver stop the ferris wheel when they’re at the very top, and get frisky beneath the stars and above the world.

[  LOVE  TUNNEL  ]:          when visiting a closed funfair in the middle of the night, the sender and receiver slip into the love tunnel, and have sex in one of the carriages inside the tunnel.

[  SAFEHOUSE  ]:          the sender and receiver begin to have sex with each other  while hiding together in a safehouse.

[  CABIN  ]:          seeking warmth and shelter from a huge blizzard in the area, the sender and receiver find a cabin, and end up having sex in front of the fire as the storm rages on.

[  PARTY  ]:          while the sender and receiver attend a party that neither of them have much interest in attending, they slip away to a quiet part of the venue to have sex together.

[  LANDMARK  ]:           while exploring an area, the sender and receiver proceed to have sex in a renowned, but currently unoccupied landmark (e.g. the london eye, the statue of liberty etc– )

[nocturnxlhearts]

@svnsworn / claire redfield "If there wasn't so many people watching us, I'd already be on my knees in front of you." (Claire to Leon, with a wink, because she is such a menace like that)

Leon closed his eyes but then immediately opened them because the image of Claire on her knees and her mouth around his cock was conjured a little too quickly and he didn't need that floating around in his head anymore than it already was.

Instead he fixed her with a look that said, I know what you're doing, and he knew that she knew he knew that. It was why she had done it.

Leon leaned over to whisper in her ear, his voice hot and steady against her ear lobe, stubble grazing her fair skin, "How long before you drag me into a side room?" His arm discreetly traveled down her back and squeezed her ass, the action hidden from the rest of the public.

Two could play this game.

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“A firm tongue lashing,” he replied. Kakashi sought out her gaze once more, kissing her cunt, once, twice, then licking into her. His eyes fell shut at the sensation of her against his mouth, the taste of her on his tongue. He couldn’t remember feeling so starved.

With every teasing remark – and how he enjoyed teasing her – she replied in turn with a revelation that was going to knock him off balance. She was going to create a fever in him. She already had, had done so for as long as she’d kept his broken heart company in the wake of Team 7 falling apart.

“I…” he rested his cheek against the inside of her thigh, catching his breath. He hated the overzealous accommodations the job afforded him, because he just wanted to be a man, but with this knowledge now, that she was thinking about him while they were separated by sides… “I could change that. We could have it to ourselves. Say the word.”

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Lailah moaned aloud and then clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. They really shouldn't be in here doing this, but she was in no hurry to stop him either.

Her hand dropped. "Kakashi!" But his name was said in soft yet admonishing tone rather than mixed with pleasure. "I can't ask you to do that. Besides, it's a public space. I just..." her gaze darted to the side and her flushed deepened. No, she couldn't say it.

@spllledwlne

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riza. / @soulcluster

Roy is good at pushing boundaries. He knows what he wants, and he'll form his vision into reality with steady, calculating hands, come hell or high water, for better or worse. Maes told him once that his ambition was both his best and worst quality, a terrifying force to be in the way of. It's not something Roy disagrees with, because he's always been tempted to watch the world burn in turn for change.

Riza makes him want to push boundaries in a way he's never known.

They get so close, so near to a breakthrough -- every lingering touch beyond the long-term care of a friend and partner, every hovering, heated breath mid-argument, every glance that says more than they believe it to -- until she steps back and slides into the guise of his lieutenant once more. Frustration and equal parts understanding plague him on end, except for the moments when he's so full of familiar selfishness and want that it feels like his flames are eating him alive.

Everything is at his fingertips except her, so close yet so far. And he's tired of pretending, that the loneliness is bearable (it is, usually, until she's in the same room, where it grows tenfold.) Why can't they let themselves have this? Each other? They've both come back from the brink of death more times than should be possible. Shouldn't that give cause to seizing what's always been before their eyes? He's always been hers, in everything but spoken word. No one understands him like her.

He's got her bent over his desk by some miraculous conclusion, or maybe she's finally given up too. He'll replay that first kiss again and again later, for the rest of his life, but for the moment, he focuses on Riza in his arms, her act of reciprocating. He's an arrogant man, but he's not stupid.

Roy slides his fingers against her. His nose is pressed against the back of her neck, his breath coming heavy with the sensation of how slick she is. "Say the word and I'll stop." He wants to see her face, but can't bear to let her go for even a moment. "Riza."

[nocturnxlhearts]

Riza cannot imagine sharing her life with anyone but Roy. As a friend, as his adjutant, as more; as long as she was by his side she knew she would be fine. Her affection for him was driven by admiration and trust, both of which were scarce in this world of war and strife.

Yet more and more, it didn't feel like enough. Every lingering touch and gaze drew her like a moth to a flame. It was no secret, not even to her, that there was the potential for something between them, but for the sake of his dream and the work before them she had always abstained. Changing a country was no easy task. Refraining was the most logical choice.

Logic was no longer at play between them. When had these feelings become too much for her to bear? That simply existing near him could render her useless. Why did it feel as if she was suffocating? There were too many clothes between them and too many words not yet said.

His ministrations cause ragged, shallow breaths to tear from her throat like embers, the last of her resistance going with them. All the reasons she'd built up over the years turned to dust, burned by the slowly stoking fire within her.

The sound of her name leaving his lips caused her to inhale sharply and press against him. "Please..." It's soft and desperate and followed by only one word. "Roy..."

[nocturnxlhearts]

@trustbutvcriify / seth [thighs] - to kiss and suck at my muse’s inner thighs

Eirika's hips arched against Seth's mouth, a silent plea for him to touch her more. His lips continued to linger at her thighs, kissing and sucking at her sensitive flesh and ignoring the spot she craved for him to touch. He had hooked his arms around her legs, restricting her movement except for what he allowed, and she was near the end of her rope.

"Seth," her voice was breathless, his name hanging desperately on her lips. "Please..."

Unable to deny her any longer, his brown eyes flashed upward as he trailed kisses up her leg. He tasted her, already so wet for him, and then began in earnest. Eirika's breathing came shallow and quick, and her sweet voice called to him in encouragement.

Seth's grip tightened and he pulled her to him in a sudden burst of vigor, as if he was intent on hearing her every cry. She gasped loudly, but the sound melted into a moan that shook her to her core. Feeling was replaced by budding pleasure that ebbed and flowed from her abdomen to her limbs.

Eirika covered her mouth, but soon found Seth's hand removing it and pressing it against the bed sheets, holding her there. She looked down to see that him intently staring at her, noting her flushed features and half-lidded eyes, and that he had not once broken his pace. A wave of pleasure wracked through her body and Eirika fell back, arching her body into him, and cried out his name.

It took several minutes for the pleasurable high to fade, but Seth had yet to move from his spot. He attended to her shaky legs and spent body with kisses and a gentle hand. When Eirika could finally muster the strength to look at him, she knew they were far from finished.

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@handpickedriot / jean kirstein ❛ do you see how hard you’ve already made me ? ❜ ( jean & mikasa )

There was no hiding the tent in Jean's pants, not when Mikasa's abdomen was flush against his hard on. She grinded into it just to feel him shudder and to hear him moan for her. Desperate fingers glided along his shoulder to the base of his neck and through his hair, curling and pulling him to her so she could kiss him.

While she kept his mouth busy, Mikasa took his other hand and guided him between her legs and beneath the fabric of her dress. He'd find her wanting and waiting for him, soaked through to her panties and an absolute mess. All because of him, all for him; every breathless moan and every plea for him to touch her, kiss her, love her. Mikasa hitched her leg higher to give him space and rocked against his hand. How desperately she wanted to feel him, all of him.

"Do you feel how wet you've already made me?" Mikasa whispered the question in return, her voice needy. He could take her right here and there would be no complaints from her.

[nocturnxlhearts]

@peachbelli / claire mercier ❛ tonight is gonna be all about you. ❜ / poppy and claire

A stuttered, breathless gasp fell from Popuri's lips. Legs spread, wrists tied, and Claire's hand perched on Popuri's pink curls and her fingers moving deftly inside her, there was little other option for her but to be at the other woman's mercy.

And what a wonderful mercy it was. Popuri whimpered and lifted her hips, begging for more. Claire granted her wish with her tongue, her blonde head dipping between her legs and lapping at her wet folds. This time Popuri's gasp tore through her chest and she wiggled against the ties on her wrists. Claire's arms came up and around her thighs, holding Popuri's sensitive, aching core to her mouth, and renewed her efforts.

When Popuri came, it was on Claire's name, moaned loud and long until even the cows in the barn heard her.

[nocturnxlhearts]

@desertdigger / gippal [ SHOWER ]: //for Yuna.

Yuna would consider how she got into this position, Gippal behind her, arms wrapped around her naked form and his hand between her legs. His fingers were eliciting the most delectable gasps and moans from her that reverberated off the shower walls, amplifying them to the point she was sure anyone within the vicinity of the room would be able to hear her.

However, thinking wasn't high on Yuna's list of abilities right now, and the history between them was now too long and entangled to fully discern how they went from simple acquaintances to lovers, or were they more?

Another moan ripped through Yuna and she arched into his hand, begging him with her body and mouth. "Ohhhh, d-don't stop!" Her fingernails dug into his arm. The closer he edged her, the louder she became. The steady shower stream couldn't even mask the slick sound of his fingers sliding in and out of her, showing how wet she was for him.

Yuna's hips suddenly spasmed and she went rigid against him with a passionate cry. Pleasure lit the nerves up and down her body until her surroundings were incomprehensible and Gippal was the only thought she could fathom.

Coming down from the high, Yuna felt the kisses he laid along her neck and felt the security of his arms not letting her fall in the enclosed space. Getting her legs back under her, she turned in his grasp and kissed him. "I hope we're not finished," she murmured. If the state of his hard cock pressing against her abdomen was any indication, they were surely not.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆.   (  nsfw  !  in  honor  of  sinday,  have  another  random  assortment  of  sexual  sentences  and  actions.  sidenote,  your  muse  =  sender  and  my  muse  =  receiver.  add  *  to  reverse  the  action.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses. )

❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ ❛  i’m gonna make you scream my name.  ❜ ❛  you won’t be able to walk straight after i’m done with you.  ❜ ❛  you like it when i talk dirty to you, don’t you ?  ❜ ❛  i’m planning to turn you into a dripping mess.  ❜ ❛  you make me so horny i can’t think straight.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been thinking about bending you over that table and just having my way with you.  ❜ ❛  you’ve been a bad girl / boy, and deserve a punishment.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna come for me later ?  ❜ ❛  i’ve been touching myself to the throught of what you’re gonna do to me.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be a good girl / boy ?  ❜ ❛  i want you to take control.  ❜ ❛  you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right ?  ❜ ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve got a suprise planned for you later.  ❜ ❛  tonight is gonna be all about you.  ❜ ❛  i’m wearing some nice new lingerie for you.  ❜ ❛  do you see how hard / wet you’ve already made me ?  ❜ ❛  your moans are music to my ears.  ❜ ❛  i don’t normally do this, but you bring out this craziness in me.  ❜

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes. [ NIBBLE ] ― your muse gently nibbles on my muse’s earlobe. [ SEDUCTION ] ― my muse whispers dirty nothings into their ear. [ FRENCH KISS ] ― your muse kisses my muse with tongue. [ WATCH ] ― my muse starts to masturbate in front of your muse. [ CLOTHES OFF ] ― your muse helps my muse undress. [ WALL ] ― your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [ GRIND ] ― your muse teasingly grinds against my muse. [ SEXTING ] ― my muse sends your muse a dirty text / picture. [ VIBRATION ] ― your muse controls a sextoy my muse has inside of them. [ MASSAGE ] ― my muse gives your my a sensual massage. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― my muse makes your muse wear a blindfold. [ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse. [ SUCK ] ― your muse sucks on a banana / lollipop in front of my muse. [ STRIP ] ― my muse gives your muse a strip tease. [ DANCE ] ― my muse dances seductively for your muse. [ TIES ] ― my muse ties your muse down on the bed. [ SPANKING ] ― your muse spanks my muses’ ass. [ PORN ] ― our muses watch a dirty movie together. [ LAP ] ― my muse sits on your muses’ lap and teases them.

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Ah, she really opened her mouth on that one. Lailah should have known he would latch onto those words. Perhaps some part of her had known he would and that was why she said it.

Whatever the reasoning, her flush grew darker. It wasn’t just his words, but the way he stared, how graciously he parted her legs, the kisses seared into her flesh.

“Is that what this is?” Her tone had become heavier, yet almost distant, her words of less importance than their actions right now. “Here I thought this was quite…heavenly.” Her lips parted in a smile, unable to resist wordplay even now.

Also it might distract him from that very forward question.

[handpickedriotmoved-deactivated]

In many of the novels he’d read over the years, sex was often compared to a religious experience. A few particular novels had even had couples fucking in churches (or, his particular favorite, on an altar.) But none of them compared to kneeling between an actual holy woman’s legs.

Kakashi placed a kiss against her covered pussy. “You’re avoiding the question,” he chimed sweetly, sliding his fingers beneath the fabric of her underwear. He began to pull the garment down inch by inch. Kakashi’s grin was both mirthful and sweet – she wasn’t a citizen of Konoha, but he couldn’t resist, “It’s treason to ignore the Hokage’s orders.”

[nocturnxlhearts]

The touch of his lips against the material sent a shiver down her spine. Her legs shifted, hips rolling to assist him in removing the offending fabric, yet even now her rosy flush remained.

“Is it?” She asked the question with as much an even tone as she could muster. “What’s the punishment for treason?” Her eyes remained locked on his, mesmerized by his mouth and his voice and the look he had fixed her with.

It had happened more than once that her thoughts had gotten away from her, usually when she spied him training or when he lacked his shirt, causing indecent thoughts to run rampant until she had to forcibly shake them away. Usually with a long walk or occupying herself with a task.

Now there was no escaping, neither the thoughts or Kakashi, and she didn’t want to.

“I never imagined it happening here,” she admitted, “but… I’ve sometimes thought about,” her words came haltingly and with an embarrassed tone, “how lonely I am in the hot springs…”

[handpickedriotmoved-deactivated]

lailah.​

Incorrigible, but that was part of Kakashi’s charm. He had shown her so many different facets of himself over the course of their relationship, yet didn’t seem to have any faith in any that he presented.

Despite their differences, Lailah felt she had found a kindred spirit in him, someone she could rely on and trust. Their circumstances were different, but Lailah had bared the weight of her past mistakes alone for so long, and Kakashi understood something of carrying weights. He made hers feel lighter and she hoped she did the same for him.

“And I’m very happy to know you,” Lailah replied. She tilted his face upward so she could lean over and kiss him, softly, sweetly, her touch tender and pouring every bit of her emotions into the simple action. Into him. She wanted this feeling to wash over him until all he knew was love.

Her forehead came to rest against his. “I’ve… been alone for a long time, but there is no one I would rather share a moment like this with.” A rosy flush graced her cheeks and she pulled back, avoiding his gaze. “And it’s- it’s not as if I haven’t thought about… about this. With you.” She suddenly giggled. “You’re going to put my name at risk, you know.”

     Allowing oneself to be loved was a difficult task when all anybody ever seemed to do was drop dead around him. But he’d communed with his father, his team was mending their own frays and still called him sensei, Yamato still called him senpai… and Lailah… He could feel the warmth in her kiss, the kindness and affection in the way she held him to her. He wanted to drown himself in it, the way everything had changed for the better.

     Kakashi’s brows shot up with her confession. He was not going to let it slide by, not for a moment. With a gentle slight of hand, he parted her knees, offering her a salacious grin. “You’ve thought about it, hm? What exactly have you thought about?”

     He liked this side of Lailah quite a lot. While very aware of their differences in status, and appreciative of it in the way that for once, he was a mere man and not some constricting thing of legend, he liked that they could simply be two people longing for connection. Despite not yet being thirty-five, he felt ten years younger with her.

     Kakashi placed a kiss on the inside of Lailah’s knee, then higher, keeping his eyes trained on her face as he went. Lazily, he held onto the opposite thigh, before offering it the same treatment. “I’m into sacrilege, didn’t you know?”

[nocturnxlhearts]

Ah, she really opened her mouth on that one. Lailah should have known he would latch onto those words. Perhaps some part of her had known he would and that was why she said it.

Whatever the reasoning, her flush grew darker. It wasn't just his words, but the way he stared, how graciously he parted her legs, the kisses seared into her flesh.

"Is that what this is?" Her tone had become heavier, yet almost distant, her words of less importance than their actions right now. "Here I thought this was quite...heavenly." Her lips parted in a smile, unable to resist wordplay even now.

Also it might distract him from that very forward question.

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lailah.​

Finally, a laugh. Lailah’s emerald eyes lit and she leaned into him further, releasing his jaw and instead crossing her arms over his shoulders.

Then, those words. They took her breath away and crawled down her spine, sending a surge of warmth rushing to her face. If his words and the desire in his gaze didn’t convey it, the sudden awareness of just how far his hands had traveled spoke volumes.

And so did the way she exhaled on a shuddering breath. The way her fingers curled into the fabric of his clothes. The way she subconsciously arched toward him like she might fall off the desk if she didn’t hold onto him. “Kakashi,” she started, attempting to summon her reprimanding voice, but it was weak. “We’re in your office.”

     He grinned, free from the confines of the fabric that hid him away, but it was still a grin just for her. He liked that, that a part of himself could be reserved for her and her alone, and perhaps even vice versa. “Right,” he agreed, with an undercurrent of of his familiar cheerful cheekiness beneath the husky tone, “No one should come in then.”

     As much as he was trying to distance himself from his violent past in this moment, because he was a lover as much as he was a fighter, he thought he would not be able to stop himself from getting physical with any person that dared walk into his office and interrupt. He wished he still had the Sharingan.

     Kakashi slipped down from his chair and onto his knees. His eyes could not help but stray, no matter how often he brought his gaze back to hers, the gusset of her underwear tempting him with its closeness, begging to be torn off. To soothe himself, or her, perhaps – to say, no matter how much he wanted this, they didn’t have to do anything at all – he resumed stroking gentle circles into the skin of her knee. 

     “We don’t have to,” he said, “here, or anywhere. But I want you to know that I want to. I think I’ve wanted to for a very long time, it was just a matter of… letting myself believe it could happen.” There was a vast difference in wanting to know Kakashi the Copy Ninja, or Kakashi the Rokudaime, over Kakashi the man. The Kakashi that cared more for his ninken than he did himself. Somehow, he could be all of those with her but not feel the weight of expectation that otherwise had threatened to drown him most of his life.

     He gave Lailah a tender smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, despite the fact that the rest of his face remained uncovered, “But more than that, I’m happy just to know you. Very happy.”

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Incorrigible, but that was part of Kakashi's charm. He had shown her so many different facets of himself over the course of their relationship, yet didn't seem to have any faith in any that he presented.

Despite their differences, Lailah felt she had found a kindred spirit in him, someone she could rely on and trust. Their circumstances were different, but Lailah had bared the weight of her past mistakes alone for so long, and Kakashi understood something of carrying weights. He made hers feel lighter and she hoped she did the same for him.

"And I'm very happy to know you," Lailah replied. She tilted his face upward so she could lean over and kiss him, softly, sweetly, her touch tender and pouring every bit of her emotions into the simple action. Into him. She wanted this feeling to wash over him until all he knew was love.

Her forehead came to rest against his. "I've... been alone for a long time, but there is no one I would rather share a moment like this with." A rosy flush graced her cheeks and she pulled back, avoiding his gaze. "And it's- it's not as if I haven't thought about... about this. With you." She suddenly giggled. "You're going to put my name at risk, you know."

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@directtethering​ / cynthia [ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them. - Cynthia and Gerome of course!

Gerome was not good with flirting. He had scarcely been able to express his feelings for her in the first place, even pushing her away before. Now he had to contend with so many feelings, all of which he had shut out for so long, and it was dizzying.

Sometimes, the only clear feeling he had was how much loved Cynthia. He could feel it drumming in his heart now as she stared up him, arms around his shoulders, her front pressed against his, her face flushed, her lips… 

He kissed her again, trying to drown out the beat of his veins, but it only grew louder. “Cynthia,” his voice came out hoarse and strained, “I want you.” Lest she misunderstand his intention ( ‘what do you mean, you want me?’ ) his hand slid from her back to rest on her hip, pulling them together, and the hard on he’d tried to hide pressed against her thigh.

His mouth descended on her neck. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured.

She opened her mouth to question what he meant, but the words never got a chance to form. She felt him against her, and she knew exactly what he was asking of her.

She’d thought about it before, often daydreaming about it while she polished her armour or took care of her pegasus. She thought about a thousand different scenarios, a hundred places to go, but was usually interrupted before she could imagine the best part. Now, she didn’t have to imagine it. She could go through with all of her daydreams.

His erection pressed against her was a question, and his words were trying to encourage her to say no. Tell me to stop. In what universe would she want him to stop? His breath was hot on her flesh and, instinctively, she tilted her head to give Gerome free reign.

“No,” she said. Her voice sounded unsteady with anticipation, but she knew Gerome would take that poorly. “No, I want this. I won’t tell you to stop.” Her voice was more firm now. “I want you so badly.” Should she tell him about her fantasies and her wishes and everything she’d been hoping for? No. Not yet, at least. Instead, she pressed a sure palm to his crotch, feeling him twitch against her.

She had no idea what she was doing, but she wasn’t going to stop now, not even if it saved the world and their future.

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Her words were all that he needed to hear. Gerome pushed Cynthia back down on the bed and he crawled atop her, holding her to him as he did so, as if she had any intention of leaving. He twitched against her palm, responding to her touch even through his breeches. What he wouldn't give to divest both of them of their clothes right now.

If Cynthia had told him to stop, he would have, but knowing she wanted this as much as him? To feel her moving against him, touching him, aching for him? It drove him over the edge, beyond the need to hold back the drumming in his veins.

"Then I won't," he replied, voice breathless. "Gods, Cynthia," more kisses followed, "You're all I," and yet more along her neck, "can think about..." Then another, along her jaw, until he reached her mouth. His hand found a space to slide beneath her tunic and run along her soft flesh. Upwards, over muscles and curves, until he cupped her breast. A guttural groan emitted from the back of Gerome's throat. He had never done anything like this before but she felt so good.

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handpickedriot​ / kakashi hatake

     He laughed: she was so cute that he almost couldn’t stand it. His conviction was set then. If she would have him, in all the ways he wanted her, then he would give himself to her without hesitation. He thought this moment might have been building ever since they’d found each other. She’d come into his life and firmly planted a place for herself within his consciousness.

     “I want you,” his lips were but a breath’s away from hers. Kakashi pulled his mask down, the last barrier between him and the world. It was a hell of a leap, but it had been so long since he could remember wanting something, someone, so much as he did her. He wanted to settle himself between her thighs until she knew understood every word he didn’t know how to vocalize.

      Both hands had slipped beneath her skirt now. His thumbs traced dangerously close to the heat at the apex of her thighs he so desperately craved. “I want you, here and now.”

Finally, a laugh. Lailah’s emerald eyes lit and she leaned into him further, releasing his jaw and instead crossing her arms over his shoulders.

Then, those words. They took her breath away and crawled down her spine, sending a surge of warmth rushing to her face. If his words and the desire in his gaze didn’t convey it, the sudden awareness of just how far his hands had traveled spoke volumes.

And so did the way she exhaled on a shuddering breath. The way her fingers curled into the fabric of his clothes. The way she subconsciously arched toward him like she might fall off the desk if she didn’t hold onto him. “Kakashi,” she started, attempting to summon her reprimanding voice, but it was weak. “We’re in your office.”

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handpickedriot​ / kakashi hatake

     He could have melted into her touch, and he did, after a moment of staring at her in utter wonderment and awe. (What had he done to have such a woman drop into his life?) Kakashi let himself exhale – really, truly, letting his shoulders droop, eyes closing for a moment. It felt like a weight off his heart.

     He laughed a little, despite himself. It seemed no matter how hard he tried to distance himself – with Gai, his students, from getting tangled up in her – it never worked. He would always find his way back to the love he craved but didn’t think he deserved. His hand moved higher still up her lap, daring to dip under the hem of her skirt.

    “I want so much from you…” and here, his fingers – said fingers that were roughened from years of Chidori use – traced the skin hidden beneath the fabric covering her lap, “but there’s so much blood on my hands, and you are… light that doesn’t last long in a place like this, no matter how much it’s changing.”

Kakashi was so endearing when he bared his emotions, and more so when Lailah knew she was the source of his happiness. Trapped in that sword for over a thousand years, unable to be seen or heard, her heart slumbering, she had missed this sort of interaction. The butterflies in her stomach, the warmth that rippled through her; The feeling of being alive. He stirred all of these emotions and more. 

Such as the deep sadness in her when he talked of himself this way. She cradled his face with both hands now. 

“Mines a fire that won’t ever go out.” It was the smallest of jokes, to see if she could lift his mood even a little. “How about this: You can borrow my light. If you ever feel lost, just follow it back to me.” Lailah pressed her forehead to his.