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Did I just say Fuuko mun is writing again?
Fuck yeaaaah.
Blue Eye Samurai smut
Little if any plot but "here we are"
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And chapter two if you care to read on :)
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CHAPTER 3 IS UP WITH ACTUAL FILTH THIS TIME.
Their sexy journey is almost over :)
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CHAPTER 4 WITH 80% MORE DIRTY CONTENT THAN THE LAST.
I HAVE SOME SILLY HEADCANONS FOR THEM
ART OF THEM ARM WRESTLING
MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT DRAWING TAIGEN
Side characters Captain Anzai and First Mate Nagi
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CHAPTER 5 IS UP AFTER MUCH BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS!!!!
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Chapter 6 of the godfreaking neverending saga is up. So help me Mizu.
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WHY? WHY IS THERE A CHAPTER 7? IS IT EVER GOING TO END? NOT TODAY!!!!!!
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Chapter 8 is an accumulation of deleted scenes. I'm still writing the actual chapter. Meanwhile, gnaw your teeth on these. Thank you for your patience and patronage!
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Chapter 25 of The Scion and the Scientist, if your reading, is ready to go! https://archiveofourown.org/works/9376424/chapters/60857788
In which Christine Everhart makes a reappearance, the charity ball concludes, and the author includes a scene inspired by a certain Beyoncé song. Translation: Here be smut. :D
ok i cant find this one fic and it’s KILLING me all i remember is that remus is a painter and sirius poses for him nude and naturally things get racy and i remember at the end of the fic james sees the painting and realizes what it is and it’s hilarious. BUT I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO FIND IT pls help ;-;
I’m so sorry it took me so long to answer this, love, but I am just now going through my inbox again.
It’s so funny you asked this because I literally just reread this fic the other day! It’s so good and just happens to be written by one of my dear friends! @siriussly-serious is just so damn talented. Everyone needs to read this fic!
I think this is the fic you’re looking for:
Artist by JJayBlah: Remus wants to be an artist. Sirius isn’t convinced. Now, he just needs something to paint.
I still don’t think my smut is that great, but practice makes perfect, yes? I hope you enjoy it regardless.
Requested by: anon, whoever you are<3
1302 word(s) of: smut
Mature Audiences(which is none of us, lets be honest)
You were meandering around in the kitchen trying to decide what to fix for dinner. Your boyfriend Leonard was due home any minute, and by the sound of it, he had a rough day. He had phoned you at least three times that day, which was unusual for him. You knew he had to be stressed and tired for him to have to call you so much to calm him down.
You were about to pull something out of the fridge, when you heard the door swish open. You pulled your head out of the fridge and listen to the soft footfalls of Leonard’s boots. You shut the fridge door and made your way to meet him.
“Hey Len, how wa–mmphh” was all you managed to get out before Leonard’s lips crashed onto yours. He pushed you roughly back against the cupboards, pinning you with his large frame, as your breath got knocked out of you.
“Len.. what.. what are you..” you trailed off as his mouth moved up your jaw and found its way to your earlobe. You went weak in the knees as he kissed and licked the spot you love right under your ear. Leonard wrapped his arms around you tight so you wouldn’t fall.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, sweetheart” Leonard whispered in your ear as his hand began to slip up the hem of your shirt, running his thumb across your stomach.
“Len.. I..” you were beginning to lose the ability to speak as he leaned into you just right, pushing his hardening cock against your thigh, planting kisses down to your neck as he went.
“Don’t worry darlin, I won’t bite… unless you want me to” he growled quietly in your ear, voice thick with lust.
“You know I love it when you bite me all over” you breathe out, as you cup your hand over his now throbbing erection. Leonard let out a shuddering breath as he looked up at you, his eyes dilated to the max.
He smashed his lips on yours once more, and you push back just as hard, both of you fighting for dominance, but neither one caring who won. You only came up for air long enough to to pull each others shirts over your heads.
You ran your hand through Leonard’s hair and grabbed a handful and brought his head roughly back to yours, as you worked at his belt with one hand. Leonard just growled against your lips as he too fumbled with your jeans.
Leonard’s nimble fingers undid your jeans first. As you stepped out of yours, you took both hands and deftly undid his. Leonard just groaned as his cock finally sprang free of his tight uniform pants. In one swift movement, he had you lifted up in his arms and sitting on top of the counter. He began to bite roughly on your neck and shoulders as he swiftly undid your bra, tossing it aside. He moved his mouth down quickly to each breast, gently kissing and circling his tongue around your nipple, nipping roughly making you take in a sharp breath.
“Len…” you squeaked out as you ran both hands through his hair, gripping it tightly. Leonard began to move his mouth down your stomach, making his way to your thighs. Leonard nipped roughly at the inside of your thighs as he placed both hands on your knees, spreading your legs wide. You thunk your head back against the cabinets, as you felt the cool air against your labia.
Leonard wasted no time burying his head between your legs. He parted your folds skillfully with his tongue, sweeping your entrance. He licked and sucked his way up to your clit and began to swirl his tongue around slowly.
You moaned loudly at the ceiling and tightened your grip on his hair. Leonard growled in your folds, making you shudder. Leonard suddenly stood up and took you into his arms once more, lifting you off the counter.
“Len, what are you doing” you panted, surprised and a little disappointed at the sudden change.
“I can’t take it anymore darlin, I need you” he replied, equally out of breath. He carried you over to the shorter island and set you down gently, with your back to his chest. He bent you over the island gently and took his cock into his hands, and began to guide it in. You spread your legs a little as you felt his tip at your entrance.
Leonard slowly allowed himself to enter, giving him and you time to get used to the sensation. He growled and bit at your shoulders as he bottomed out inside you.
“You’re so fucking tight from this angle, sweetheart” Leonard’s voice was low, trying to keep ahold of himself. You just moaned in response and you closed your eyes and concentrated on the sensation of his cock filling you up and stretching you out. This angle letting you feel every twitch, every movement of him inside you.
Leonard starts moving in and out slowly, closing his eyes and panting. You moan once more as you brace yourself on the island. Leonard’s thrusts became quicker, and needier as his hands worked their way up your back and smoothed down your sides as he cupped both of your breasts in his hands. You clenched your legs together tight in response as Leonard’s fingers began to dance around your nipples, tugging and tweaking gently.
“Shit, sweetheart” Leonard groaned as he felt you tightening around his cock. He swallowed thickly and began to snap his hips into you.
“Oh god, Len…” you moaned as the sensation of Leonard playing with your nipples, and his cock running over your g-spot with each thrust left you seeing stars.
“Are you ready to come for me sweetheart” Leonard questioned as he thrust his cock into you hard, knocking you further up on the island.
“Len… please…” you begged as he slowly moved a hand back down to your clit and began to rub in rhythm with his thrusts, his other hand still tweaking your nipple. You begin to pant heavily, your body almost on overload
“Come for me sweetheart” Leonard growled in your ear, voice thick. Your body didn’t need any more encouraging.
“Oh god, Len” you scream, as your vision goes white and your climax sweeps over you like a tidal wave. You could feel your walls closing around Leonard’s cock, milking it tightly, as the waves that sweep over you seemed never ending.
Leonard growled loudly as your walls coaxed at him to let go of his own release. He gave a few more long, hard snaps of his hips, before letting himself to go over the edge with you.
“Fuck, Y/N” Leonard moaned your name as he leaned against your back, biting your shoulder, grunting and thrusting softly as his own climax took over him.
Leonard placed his arms on the island beside the back of your head and began slowly kissing your neck gently. You just giggled softly as he nuzzled his face in your neck, tickling you with his stubble. He pulled out of you slowly, and you just groaned at the vacant feeling.
“I agree, darlin” Leonard replied with a chuckle, as he helped you stand up and spun you around so you were back in his arms. He held you tight, and you were glad. You weren’t quite sure you could walk just yet.
“So as I was saying” you began, almost breathless, as you buried your head into his chest “how was your day”
“Much better now, sweetheart” Leonard replied as he takes your face into both of his hands and kisses your lips softly. You just chuckled on his lips, with something along the lines of “good” escaping your lips.
It’s your birthday and you deserve to get what you want! (1,328 words; Bucky x Reader; 18+, smut; Quickie in the bathroom at your own birthday party; Cool story Luis!)
Forcing smiles, you made your way through the crowd of well-wishers who had gathered in your living room. Everyone was there; Steve, Sam, Wanda, even Luis. Bucky had decided to throw you a surprise birthday party and you hated surprises.
All you wanted for your birthday was to spend a quiet evening, snuggled up on the sofa next to him, mindlessly taking in a series of awful films. But instead, you found yourself hiding in your own kitchen, at your own party, avoiding idle chitchat with your guests.
You were alone in there for all of five minutes. Bucky poked his head around the door. “There you are, princess, I though I’d lost you!” he smiled.
“I wish I was lost,” you remarked, taking another gulp of your beer.
“C’mon, you have an apartment full of people who wanna celebrate with you.”
You sighed, looking up at the ceiling and then back at Bucky. “Do I have to?” you huffed.
Bucky made his way over to you, enveloping you in his strong arms. Planting a kiss on your forehead, he attempted to bargain: “I have another surprise for you.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” you snarked, burying your face in his chest.
You felt a low chuckle rumble through his chest, “I’m only gonna give it to you if you be sociable for a couple hours. I promise, you’re gonna love this one.”
You looked up at him through narrowed eyes.
“Promise,” he affirmed, breaking away from your embrace to rejoin the party.
You weren’t the most outgoing creature in the world. Your battery was slowly being drained by idle chitchat buzzing in every direction. Even Luis’ upbeat stories made you want to drink yourself into oblivion. But you listened intently, if only because you wanted your next surprise of the day to be a good one.
“So like, I was talking to your man, right? And he was like, ‘dude, I’m seeing this real badass chick’ right? And he was telling me he wants to throw you this super off the chain surprise party for your birthday. So you know me, I love parties…” Luis babbled.
You did your best to appear interested as Bucky slipped past you, ghosting his hand over your ass as he walked by. But you couldn’t help yourself. Luis’ riveting story was lost on you as your gaze followed Bucky. Of course he was keeping a watchful eye on you, glancing back.
Truthfully, you tried everything. Even sucking seductively on mini cocktail sausages to get him back on his own. He rolled his eyes at this. It probably wasn’t all that sexy. But you were a desperate woman.
Half an hour later, you found yourself dancing. Of all things. Actually, it was more of an awkward, unsexy shimmying motion along to David Bowie’s Let’s Dance. You were joined by Sam who was more than happy to teach you a few moves under Bucky’s watchful eye. He couldn’t take them off you, in fact.
You used this to your advantage, leaning in closer to Sam to taunt Bucky as you danced. Sam cottoned on quickly; anything to antagonise him.
Bucky watched you both with darkened eyes from the corner of the room as you continued to jokingly dance.
“I think your man’s getting pissed,” Sam whispered in your ear as you sustained eye contact with Bucky.
He was right. Bucky was, indeed, pissed, trudging from the room and into the bathroom. You were quick to follow him, slamming the door behind you. He still wore that look of seriousness, arms folded, towering over you. But in all honesty, you were just glad to get him alone.
“Do I get my surprise yet?” you pouted, tilting your head and twirling a stand of hair through your fingers.
His expression lightened and a smirk began to form on his lips. “I don’t think you deserve it.”
“Please,” you pleaded innocently, knowing full well how riled up Bucky always got when you did this, “I promise I’ll be a good girl for the rest of the night.”
Bucky backed you up against the door in complete silence. You could still hear the chatter from the party in your living room but none of that mattered. This was all you cared about.
His hands held you firmly by your waist against the door as his mouth hungrily began its descent down your jaw to your neck. You knew just from his feverish nature that he’d be leaving marks on your skin for everyone on the other side of the door to see and that thought made stifled mewls tumble from your lips.
Bucky gave a low and devilish laugh against your skin, sending shockwaves through you, “be careful princess. People might start to wonder what the birthday girl’s getting up to in here.”
You giggled, running a hand through Bucky’s hair while the other hastily hitched your skirt up, “we’d better get a move on then, sergeant Barnes!”
“Fuck,” he whispered against your skin. This was always a surefire way to get Bucky in the mood. Instantly, his left hand let go of your waist and found its way to your underwear, pulling the thin fabric to the side, dragging it over your slit, “you’re already so wet for me princess.”
“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” you said, running a hand over the bulge in Bucky’s jeans, “looks like you have too.”
And then an icy digit found its way to your clit, making you arch your back. You had to bite your lip to stifle another moan. “I just wanted to see how long you’d last,” he teased.
Bucky continued to tease you. You knew what he was trying to do. He knew how loud you could get.
Trying to keep as quiet as possible, you begged him to fuck you, hooking a leg over Bucky’s hip and clasping an arm over his shoulder. “Sergeant Barnes! Fuck me! Please!” you repeated, breathlessly.
He beamed, placing your other leg around his waist, making you cling to him: “Anything you want princess.”
A couple of seconds of breathlessly wrestling with his zipper and the swollen pink tip of Bucky’s cock was lined up against your soaked cunt, pushing past your entrance and filling you so deliciously that it forced a gasp from your lips. You moved as one as you fucked against the door, now convinced that your friends could hear you growling and groaning your way through your quick fumble in the bathroom. After all, you were becoming increasingly vocal.
And then there was an abrupt knock at the door. The handle shook. You both fell silent.
“Goddamnit, Barnes, I gotta take a leak here!” it was Sam.
Bucky leaned into you, his nose touching yours. You both quietly laughed to yourselves as Bucky slowly picked up pace again.
“I think we need to hurry this along, Sergeant Barnes,” you giggled.
Bucky’s left hand found its way to your pussy again, thumbing away at your clit while he fucked you harder than before. This was more like it; you quickly had to distract yourself from the urge to blow your cover completely. Your mouth found its way to Bucky’s neck, drawing your teeth over his flesh and you found yourself teetering on the brink before you knew it. He was too.
Your legs quivered around him as you mewled into the crook of his neck, nails clawing at his biceps. He let out one almighty growl and it was over.
And then there was another knock. More forceful than the last time.
“Happy birthday, princess,” he shrugged.
You afforded yourselves a minute to clean yourselves up and to proudly assess the bruises you’d left on each other during your antics. Then you nodded at him and the door opened.
“Ah crap,” Bucky quipped as the faces of just about everyone he knew stared back at him. Their bladders were full and they weren’t amused.
