#nsfw-ish

[rwby-confess]

Confession #1902

[rwby-confess]

Confession #1896

[kingdomofbellows]

Locked all the way in reading as His Excellency, the Honorable High Priest Cassius absolutely blows the holy sacrifice, the Sinner’s Bride, Marie’s back out with his righteous back shots to save her from the Great Demon’s life stealing womb curse. Can he cleanse her with his holy waters in time??? Or will she be doomed to become queen of the damned??? Irene can’t sleep until she finds out.

[iingenium-0]

{sometimes I think about writing nsfw things but I ask Tenya what he wants to do and the answer is always that he wants to cuddle.}

[multiversal-katrina]

“Any Caleb girlies out there that would let me… borrow their panties for a bit? I need some distraction bait for him.”

[stingslikeabee]

@inominati sent: 1) our muses are undressing each other for the first time and sender notices receiver’s scars they’ve never seen before. (Mel & Smoker? 👀)

[ from smutty prompts but with plot . accepting ]

Kissing Captain Smoker of the Marines wasn't a novelty to Melissa - they had done so plenty of times and sometimes under rather peculiar circumstances (in a dark alleyway to muffle sounds; after some verbal sparring once she closed business; even in the middle of the closest plaza while they both dressed up for a local Loguetown festival and no one could tell their identities).

To do that now, inside her own quarters, felt almost surreal - it wasn't even one of the Honeybee's storage rooms which were infamously used by some couples willing to get more intimate, but Melissa's actual living place. The tavern owner couldn't remember the last time she had welcomed anyone inside (there was an office for that, after all), let alone an individual who posed such high risks to her painstakingly constructed existence.

And yet there Smoker was - kissing the nape of her neck as if his mouth had been designed to find each curve and sweet spot, eliciting plenty of vocalized approval from his companion. Melissa's hands had been occupied with his jacket, successfully removing it off his figure for the first time. In their quick, secretive meetings before, they had definitely fucked - but they hadn't bothered to undress, particularly when his uniform was already so generously revealing.

The skin of his back, however, wasn't as even as the brunette expected. She gasped, partially because of the way his teeth closed over her throat (that would bruise, she was sure of it; and yet, it had been done somewhere easy to conceal) - but also because the rough texture under her fingertips expanded in different directions, causing Melissa's curiosity to increase.

Who had managed to hurt someone that could turn into smoke? What sort of monster (or danger) had he fought and survived to tell the tale?

"Let me look at you," Melissa murmured, but there was a distinctive lack of a plea; it was worded like an order and somehow it worked, even if she was no superior officer in is chain of command. Smoker unfurled his body, straightening his back and complying with her request - and even if the marine had been loosening the corset on her frame, the brunette felt it was suddenly harder to breathe.

Once the jacket was off - completely off, not just teasing the occasional observer with the alluring promise of more - Melissa could see the scar tissue that lingered behind his muscled frame with perfection. It was more than she expected just because she knew how elusive and slippery he was with his powers; but maybe, just maybe, these had been earned before the abilities were his to command. Or perhaps the Marines still faced remarkable opposition from assassins and the like, enough to harm him in such fashion.

Melissa's eyes needed a moment before getting to his face - and Smoker was looking right at her, apparently aware of just the thing that had drawn her focus a minute ago. The captain of the Marines had always been an imposing figure, even if his body was not shielded from view; but in his vulnerability and unprotected by his jacket, Melissa thought he looked even stronger. A more formidable foe, an even more enticing lover.

The turn from worry to desire was easy to see; by the time Smoker welcomed her back with a hungry, needy kiss, his hands resumed his prior work and freed the woman from her corset, attacking the buttons holding the upper part of her dress together and resulting in both of them tumbling onto her bed in a half-state of nakedness.

Melissa came up for air first - of course the captain had maneuvered in order to have her topping him, with the tavern owner's weight posing no challenge to his physique. The long, chestnut colored hair slipped free from where the woman had pinned it up earlier, like waves crashing over a distant shore. That wasn't unlike the feelings in Melissa's heart, looking at the captain on her bed with such naked display of sincerity that it truly required extra focus for the woman to act.

All these years ago, she had ran away from a controlling father who wanted his oldest to marry a marine for the fortune of his name and family. Now, looking into Smoker's eyes and tenderly leaning into the touch of his hand, Melissa realized she was exactly where Edgar Drysdell had wanted her - in the arms of a decorated captain of the same organization, with reputation going well beyond their town and with the power to probably get the woman to do his bidding (even if only after significant bantering).

"You look so much better without all that white on you," she said at long last, her teasing smile an attempt at steering thoughts elsewhere. The marine's left hand moved down the side of her torso, the bare digits causing soft goosebumps in their wake and carrying on until he found the barrier posed by the lower half of the dress, tugging softly at the fabric.

"Is that right?" one eyebrow went up and he smirked too; whether he suspected of her interior conflict (and feelings) remained unknown; "Are you only upset at the white? Because I could do with some help with the darker parts of the uniform too."

Melissa laughed, moving her hands to the Smoker's waist and working on his pants. It was hardly surprising they were creating discomfort - they had looked tight on him at all times, something their kissing and groping only intensified. Getting him out of his pants was no small effort, but Melissa's dress was equally annoying with the layers of fabric - both of them fought hard to finally embrace one another without anything standing between them, not even his prized cigars or lingering suspicion about their agendas.

It was not the first time either of them had fucked, as the loud moaning and expert teasing proved. But perhaps, on Melissa's side - it was the first time she made love to him.

[throesofthedevil]

bratxprincexlestat asked: [ pent up ] : the reciever has noticed that sender has been acting up in a way that is unlike their 'bratty' persona that day. and thus, they ask sender what is going on with them. they then reveal that they're embarrassed by how much they want the reciever, but they only tell sender to spread their legs obediently for them and they'll help them with their 'problem'

It doesn't take long for Louie to be stripping off his hurt, suddenly I'm doing the button says he stands in front of Lestat. He doesn't say anything, but his eyes are locked slowly on the other's face. Once the shirt was completely undone, his fingers moved to his belt, making quick work of and doing it before he stepped in between his makers thighs. Placing his finger underneath Lestat's chin, tilting his head up so that he could look down at him. "If you're good, then I can take my time." Leaning down to brush his lips against the others, not quite a kiss but enough. His hand carefully slides down Lestat's chest and down his stomach. Pawing at the soft silk of a shirt, taking his time to work his fingers slowly back up to the top button.

Louie dropped into his knees in front of him, his hands firmly on the tops of Lestats thighs. His thumbs moved into the inner crease of his hip, giving a rough squeeze before moving to undue his trousers. Stripping off the fabric quickly before his head dipped into the his inner thigh. Placing hot kisses, and pin pricks from his fangs along his pale skin. His eyes still locked on the others, making sure that the his maker had not looked away.

" You know pouting only gets you so far." Louie smiled, sinking his fangs into the spot where his hip met his thigh.

[throesofthedevil]

chervbino asked: ❝ i'd like to see you try. ❞

I stood there staring at him, my jaw went slack at his words. I tried to fight back the smile that threatened to cross my lips. Instead, I just stood, putting my hands into my pockets. "I see." The words fell for my lips like a purr, tilting my head to the side as I watched him.

" You know, I can try. And most likely will get you to break." Stepping closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso as I turn him around. His back pressed against my abdomen, my palm flat against his own chest. I move my lips to his ear, whispering soft words. " You know every time you do this, it end up with you begging." I smirk now that he can't see me. A palm that was pressed against his chest sliding down his stomach.

I traced my tongue across his neck, and behind his ear. My free hand brushing the hair away from the nape of his neck. Teeth grazing against soft flesh, the hand on his stomach now moving to under the buttons of his shirt. I walk us forward, under he's pressed against against the wall in the living room. Soon both my hands moved to grab his wrist and pin them above his head against the wall. Sinking my fangs lightly into his neck before smiling. "Should I stop?"