YES! I'm teasing you!!! Especially @haybellewrites
Warning: Slight smutty McSmutterson action. Nothing too graphic, but definite Crosshair smut! NO MINORS!
Word Count: 185
THE EDIBLE TOLD ME TO DO EEET!!!
The grief was too much for you both.
Lying in bed at night...the uncertainty and rising arousal making sleep elusive. Two people alone in the vastness of space, on a dark, silent ship. The distance between you palpable.
“Are...you awake?” he furtively asked with hushed tones in the dark.
“Umhmm.” Intrigued as to why he asked.
Silence.
You lay there in the dark waiting for an answer.
More silence...
...then Crosshairs hand gently smoothing away the hair from your temple.
You immediately embrace him tightly.
He falters for just a beat. Body frozen for what seems like an eternity. Would this scare him away?
Then you feel his arms encircle you, lips upon your cheek...kissing down to your lips.
Unable to hold back any further, you turn your head to meet his lips to yours.
Mouths opening to breathe into the well of one another. Sliding upon each other passionately. Breaths furiously taken in between long heated kisses.
Then parting quickly to pull the clothing from each other's body. Almost ripping the cloth away from bare skin. Occasional moans of longing for skin-to-skin contact....
I hate being that guy but I’m begging for more of the werewolf boys
a/n: heeheehee nooo! i totally don't hate that you're being that guy! in fact, i love that you're being that guy rn! ill try to post the last werewolf boys chapter today but hopefully this can tide you over until then?
You shifted as your eyes fluttered open, your body heavy still with both sleep and the various limbs scattered on top of you.
You glanced over your shoulder and smiled to see Mel, drool at the corner of his mouth, his unruly orange hair untied and his fringe covering some of his face.
Then, when you looked down, you noticed Leonard, face pressed into your naked stomach where your shirt rode up in the night, eyebrows furrowed even in his sleep. His arms were tight around your torso, right below Mel's.
And, lastly, sweet Isamu, right behind Leonard and probably sandwiching the poor boy in between you two. His sleeping face looked adorably confused and, though he wasn't clutching onto you like the other two, his fingers were intertwined with yours and his long legs tangled in between your own.
Now, the problem was how to get out.
Before you could even think of a plan, let alone enact it, you felt Mel's arms behind you tighten and you were pulled flush against his chest.
"Good mornin', gorgeous." He pressed a kiss behind your ear and then another lower and lower till he pressed one last one on your shoulder.
You giggled, especially when both Isamu and Leonard made disgruntled little noises at being jolted around.
"Good morning, Mellie." You reached behind you and ran your free hand through his messy hair.
He leaned into your touch, content to have you and his mates surrounding him like this.
"You know what'll really make this a good morning?"
You rolled your eyes as you got ready for whatever convoluted favour Mel was about to ask from you.
What you didn't expect was for him to roll his hips into your ass and for his cock to already be hard in his boxers.
"Mel! Really? First thing in the morning?" Your voice, which had been normal only minutes ago, turned into a sharp whisper as your cheeks flushed and your eyes darted from Isamu to Leonard.
"What? It's all your fault." Mel kissed your skin again in between his words but, this time, his teeth joined in, nipping and biting and possibly leaving marks "Plus, those fucking brats would love to join in anyway."
Then, to make matters worse, Mel's broad calloused hand travelled from your waist up, dragging the hem of your top with him.
His palm ended up settling on your chest, his thumb playing with your nipple, causing you to squirm and stifle a whine.
Mel chuckled "C'mon, darling, let's give these two a good show to wake up to."
Aisling had not suspected a thing when Sol arrived on the scene. She had pulled out most of the ingredients to make sort of a seafood paella, with a less grain filled option for Sol and Alven. She’d boiled and diced some potatoes so she could sauté those in with bacon and the shrimps and herbs. When he prowled in she thought he was a little early, but still thought nothing of it. Just warbling a happy greeting to him as she kept on arranging things how she needed them to be before she started cooking.
But then he was come up behind her and had started pawing at her body.
“Och~! Hungry fer somethin else are we Acushla?” she breathed as he gathered her against him and leaned in for her neck. She couldn’t help the shudder and groan that escaped her mouth, and how her feathers fluffed up. Her head tipped to give him more room and when he started leading her somewhere else she gave the barest noise of complaint before complying completely. She was all too willing to let him take the lead. It was a privilege she afforded only to him and her few ‘specials’. Aisling happily bent right over the table for him. She groaned and laughed a little while he stripped her plump ass of clothes. And giggled wickedly when he got impatient and just left half her clothes on. That just turned her on even more, knowing he was that eager to play with her and she wiggled her tailfeather’s at her with a cheeky little smile on her face.
“Takin too long, Aye? I thought so too!” she groaned again as he began working her up to begging for him. If the table hadn’t been so wide to accommodate all the huge limbs that regularly sat at it she would have been grabbing for the edges to steady herself as he worked. Sol had her shaking, and she had to slap her hands down on the table to steady herself when he finally slid hi heavy member into her, pulling her a bit away from the table by her mocha hair. He’d see how her eyes rolled back and she’d bite her lip as he pushed himself in deep. She moaned and her thick thighs shook against the edge of the table.
“This is okay, yes?” he was making sure. Stars above he was so good to her. Always making sure she was good to keep going or not. And she always did her best to do the same for him.
“Parsley Sage YES!!” she enthusiastically answered, her husky voice sounding breathless. Her hips gave a buck into him.
“Ye could... ochhh... ye could pull a wee bit harder than this an I’ll still be lovin it. Moon above, yer Hen is such a mess fer ye~ would ye give her a proper fekkin Acushla?”
Hawke’s big hands on his body. His weight, his strength, his size, his power. That breath-stealing moment when his back hit a wall, or the floor, or the bed. Hands tearing at clothes, muffled oaths in his ear, mouths that fed at one another as if the next kiss meant more than air.
Fenris liked it when it was gentle.
Hawke’s big hands on his body. His care, his patience, his attention, his worship. That breath-stealing moment when their eyes met and he saw the other man’s soul laid bare, saw his love and his awe, somehow fixed on him. “Maker, Fenris,” whispered to his hair, or his skin, ragged and raw. Slow slide of skin against skin, everything drawn out, as if they had forever to love one another.
Fenris liked when it was slow. Hours of building to it, lazy lovemaking, drowsy voices, sun dappled sheets.
He liked it when it was quick. Desperate and secretive, shoving clothes out of the way, muffling moans, propping doors locked with whatever came to hand.
He liked it when he was on top, and he liked it when Hawke was behind him. He liked it when he felt like taking the lead and Hawke let him without hesitation. He liked it when Hawke took charge, and overwhelmed him with his Hawke-ness. He liked it standing, and kneeling, and bent over a desk. He liked it pressed against a cave wall. He liked it with his thighs around Hawke’s face.
Mostly, he liked that he liked it. He liked that it was never about simply satisfying an anatomical and inconvenient need - but about want, about passion, about fun and exploration and adoration and he wanted it, and Hawke wanted him.
Additional Tags: 14 Days of Dragon Age Lovers, Fluff, Drabble, Fluff and Smut, Vaginal Sex, Masturbation, Cullen is a romantic, Bathing/Washing, Bath Sex
Notes: my belated contribution to the 1st prompt of @14daysdalovers event! It was meant to be fluffy but then...well...smut happened. Enjoy!
Elsie pulled her horse into a slow trot as the road meandered into a clearing. This part of Crestwood, with the quiet lake, the rolling fields and sleepy hamlets were reminiscent of the Trevelyan’s summer estate in the country, back in the Free Marshes. Although the sun wasn’t nearly as warm and the meadows contained flora and fauna she knew little about. But still: it was peaceful, and her annual escape to the country when she was a child had always been something she’d looked forward to: weeks and weeks of simply being a child: carefree, enjoying nature, playing in the fields, chasing after butterflies. Those had been simple, pleasant times.
She pulled her horse to a stop and dismounted, a faint smile on her lips as she moved into the meadow, the long grass tickling her fingertips.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Top Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Tony Stark, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, LGBTQ Character, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Domestic Avengers, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Established Relationship, Semi-Public Sex, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bruce Banner & Tony Stark Friendship, winterironshield - Freeform
Series: Part 2 of Science, Shields, and Soldiers
Summary:
Steve is stressed out from being the public face of the Avengers and Tony has ideas to help with that.
Yesterday I found some horny thorki sketches I’d drawn from almost two years ago. Here are just a few of them. Lots of disembodied heads and incomplete torsos that I might one day finish 😅
