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Can’t stop it now my darling

Pairing: Skyrose

Prompt: BDSM (Daddy Kink)

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Word count: 297

Summary: while Luke was most of the times very gently and loving… sometimes he wanted to have the thrill of being in control

Warning: Daddy Kink, inappropriate use of the force

Primrose had grabbed his hand, her whole body tensed at the feel of his tongue right over her pussy. Her brown eyes locked one moment to his intense blue gaze, as he licked once more making her whimper loudly, her hands tried to rise to shut her mouth. A gentle flicker of his fingers pinned them to her side’s. Prim felt his tongue flat against her folds slowly moving upwards to her clit and over it. Her legs twitched almost closing around his head his grip tightened keeping them open.

“Luke!” her back arched. She could feel the edge of the bed under her feet. He savored her moan slowly sliding his tongue back to her folds, he hummed delighted. The vibration of his voice left a tingling sensation over her, her hands rose to mess his blond locks, urging him to go faster.

“What is it, my stars?” he cooed, his hot warm breath danced on the side of her thigh so painfully close to her wet core. “Daddy needs to hear what you want.” Luke was aware of his new confidence as he nipped lighty at the soft of her thigh, earning a yelp from her.

“Please...” She gasped when sucked on the same spot.

“Please what?”

“Use your tongue Daddy” Primrose felt the sheer embarrassment of using the name creeping on her face, burning just like the Tatooine suns.

“Good girl,” he praised, his erection began pressing even more on his underwear, his hips rutting against the mattress. “I’ll keep your hands there, as a caution.” She felt her hands being removed gently from his head and then pinned to her side’s but he wasn’t touching her. “Daddy wants to hear you , when you cream.” He mumbled as his tongue slid inside her.

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Just please don't go

Pairing: Quicksand (Rina Shimomura × Gaara of the Sand)

Prompt: aftercare

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Word count: 254

Summary: Gaara was touch starved and he knew that, and there was something about being craddled into another's arms that he enjoyed.

Warning: mentions of vaginal penetration, but besides that just pure fluff.

He dropped her name from his parted lips, his eyes opened again and locked with hers. Gaara felt her legs trembling at the side of his hips. Her thighs squeezed his sides with spams, as his hands laguidly stroked her hips, making circles over the soft flesh.

His warm gaze slowly rose as the rock of her hips rode out his climax. Lingering just a few moments over the weave her chest made as her breathing relaxed. Gaara smiled tenderly at Rina, the sun was barely visible over the horizon when they finished, but they just had eyes for each other. Gaara helped Rina to ease herself away from him, plaving her gently at the side, his hands took off the condom and went to throw it into the trash can on his bathroom.

He went back to the bed, and was greeted with the warm and still sticky embrace of his lover. He hummed feeling her body pressed against his back and her chin over his head, she smiled even though he couldn’t see it.

“Today was good, love” Rina mused. Gaara’s hand had intertwined with hers, as he leaned to plant soft kisses over it’s back. He hummed in response feeling himself getting drowsy again.

“We should take a shower.” He muttered.

“Or we could just change the sheets later.” Rina suggested yawning. “Anythin’ you need?” he felt the soft graze of her lips on top of his hair.

Gaara moved his head hoping she understood it as a no. “No, just stay.” He meant it more politely but sleepiness was winning the game, he closed his eyes to get just some time to rest before attending the first slow weekend they could enjoy in a while.

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Been Cravin for so long

Pairing: Shorties strike back

Prompt: Collar

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Word count: 434

Summary: Irina picked very early on about Yaku's kink on calling her kitten.

Warning: Collaring, consensual master/kitten dynamics, safe sex, breath play but only if you squint hard, praise kink.

Irina came out of the shop. She clutched a pink paper bag with her hand happy and very embarrassed about what she just had done. Mori had always said she was smart and damned be that cleverness, he had been hesitant the first time he had asked to call her that. It used to be a pet name he used in private, it used to be fluffy and soft. While now it linked back to him sliding slowly his length, as he felt the warmth of her wet cunt, he groaned as a slurred praise rolled from his tongue, still making her blush from it as she rode on the train.

“That’s its kitten,” he praised to her ear, his hot breath fanned to her neck, her nails leaving crescent moon on his back as he eased himself inside her again. “You are doing so well in taking me inside you.”

She got home and hid the paper bag on her nightstand, where it waited patiently, when a few days passed. Yaku had her pinned against the bed, his hips between legs as her hands traced his body over his clothes. Yaku's hands gripped at her hips as his kisses began to move to her neck, as he hummed to her skin. Her own hands moved to his arms squeezing his triceps.

“Something wrong, Irina?” he asked as he rose his face. She felt the warmth of his hand and the gentle caress of his thumb over her cheek.

“I just wanted to show you something I got.” Her half-buttoned blouse hung over her frame as she reached for her night stand. Yaku's curious gaze trailed to see what it was. Then the soft ring of a bell sounded on the room as she had a soft pink leathered collar, the golden bell attached to the center of it. It sounded so good mixing with her pants as his fingers hooked behind collar. His pelvis hitting the soft flesh of her ass, in a wet meaty clap, his cock thrusted swiftly between her velvet folds making a wet audible enough sound between every time he touched her g-spot and retracted his hips just enough to pound her again, the lube over the condom and her own arousal made it so easy to ram her good against the mattress.

“That is is, kitten.” He praised panting feeling a throbbing on his cock. That feeling before getting himself to cum inside his good little kitten. “You are taking it so good,” his movements became sloppier to try and reach his peak. “damn, you are just so perfect”

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'Til the storm is gone

Pairing: Gorou × Reader

Prompt: Shower/Tub Sex

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Word count: 527

Summary: Since the war had come to an end, things weren’t as peaceful as they seemed but having a lighter work load as a General, and the impeding rain made Gorou propose to visit a bath house, coincidence or not it was mixed and empty.

Warning: They are doing the old razzle dazzle on a bath house this counts as Tub sex, Public Sex, I know shit about the whole Inazuma chapter from Genshin, I just love the Shiba Inu General, this is an x reader, Breeding Kink and unsafe sex.

This whole thing was intended by neither of both of you. As the rain had poured down with almost all of its might and had stopped a short while ago, the mud had plastered over Gorou and you, and while returning to the resistance HQ was an idea, stopping at the bath house proposed a better one.

Gorou had sinked on the hot spring enjoying the warmth as his tail laid still and his ears flattened against his skull under the towel, the place seemed empty except for the establisment staff and you two.

The fog clouded his vision and heard the quiet splash of someone soaking into the warm water of the pool. He saw the water ripple as the shadow moved, he closed his eyes ignoring whoever that was.

You felt the warmth of the water all over your body, the towel wrapped your hair neatly. You saw a shadow it looked like a person but they didn’t move, so you decided to pad a little bit closer to it.

Gorou had decided to close his eyes, and enjoy further the warmth. Until he felt the water ripple next to him, wondering why someone would come near and his heart skipped a beat. You were in front of him your arms covering your breasts, from the surface of water. As your shoulders glistened from the steam of the hot springs. His Adan’s apple bobbed, as his own mouth went dry, he wanted to ask why you were there but you knew better that the general, Top dog Gorou, outside the battlefield was very shy and not so confident on his social skills.

“I think we got ourselves into a mixed bath house” you muttered as you sat next to him. He nodded taking off the towel in his head to cover his intimate parts, knowing you were fully naked, just at hand’s reach, did things to him. He began blushing, like it was his first time again, he felt himself becoming hard. He was glad he wasn’t able to sniff your scent through the hot spring metallic smell. Still you closed the gap between the two. His arm brushed against the soft skin of your breast.

“Gorou, I want to get into it… As in right here, right now.” You said your hand brushing against his skin, as your arm circled behind him droplets of water hitting his shoulder. Gorou had a better judgement but it had been long enough of him just burying the thought, the view, the need of your cunt around his cock… That need clouded his own questions.

You were trapped between his torso and his arms as his mouth sucked your nipples leaving them to darken as he bit your skin leaving marks all over it. You moaned quietly rubbing one of his ears as his hands gripped at your skin with all of his might, keeping the pace in which you rode his cock.

“Keep squeezing my cock like that,” he warned, his eyes looked up at you. “And I’ll stuff you full with my pups”

Your eyes could barely open, as you felt the knot begin to form.

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It is love that rushes within my veins

Pairing: My Chosen one

Prompt: Aphrodisiac

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Word count: 1.1K

Summary: With Voldemort and Honnenheim gone, their most loyal servants were a problem to the Special Forces and the Ministry of Magic. Evelyn has the bad luck to be attacked by an alchemists who could create a mist with curious effects.

Warning: DUBIOUS CONSENT, all characters are well above age, unsafe sex, scratching, Harry has the eyesight of a mole, sex pollen/aphrodisiac mist, vaginal penetration.

This was bad, Evelyn fidgeted over her seat on her office, her whole squad had secured her inside it. That damned runnaway alchemist had hit her full on with that pollen. After moaning as a member of her squad lifted her holding her arms, they had decided to get back to the HQ in London. She could hear them speaking and trying to find a way to contact Harry… Who probably was the worst person for this situation. She could feel her legs clenching closer to the ache over her most intimate parts. She had a heavy blush that burned even hotter when he heard his voice, the coherent thoughts over her mind were non existent, and the last bit of sanity left her. She could only lower her face on the desk embarrassed, as she rubbed her thighs trying to soothe the need of having his hips between them as he pushed between her walls, feeling how she was getting wet just because she knew Harry was there and what he was able to do almost made her cry from the sheer embarrassment.

She heard the knock he gave the door and whimpered to let him know that he could enter. Her squad had already disappeared and had reported the situation, so they could be left alone. Harry closed the office door with a light click as his steps padded closer, Evelyn tensed her thighs crossing and clenching.

He cleared his throat. “Is there anything wrong, dear?” His soft voice vibrated on her ears, her heart beat rose and deepened as if she had been running a marathon, she could hear it on her ear drums. Evelyn tensed and slowly turned her face covered by her arms her watery brown eyes met his, his hand gently rubbed her back making her jolt, she rose her fist to her mouth to silence a moan, which failed miserably because by the look behind his glasses.

“A rogue alchemist” her voice was breathy and she was close on begging to take her right then and there, for him to thrust to feel her up, she didn’t care how loud and messy it could get, she wanted his- “He must have used a pollen or something on me to escape.” Harry’s hand touched her again making her yelp and tense all of her body. Her train of thoughts was deviating. As she rose, her hands yanked him down by the collar of his robe to kiss him.

Harry hesitated for the split second his lips weren’t over hers, and while their teeth crashed, she pushed herself out of the kiss, he half heard her breathy apologies, as his breath came back to him.

“I am so sorry” Evelyn apologized her hands covering her mouth and her knees almost bucking, her mind became foggier. Who ever called Harry was going to pay, part of her body wanted his fingers knuckle deep on her wetness, she could already hear the praise from past times dripping from his lips. The other part, was embarrassed about her whole behavior, which in part made her cheeks heat and almost cry.

“I think I get what is happening.” His voice was hoarse. She cursed mentally every god existing and to exist. “Do you want me to-?”

He didn’t even finish asking, he might as well ask that he should leave when a pleading yes left her lips. Which only made her even more embarrassed and her eyes stinged, she rubbed the tears away with her fists.

“No” she mumbled turning away her face. Harry was never good at non verbal spells and she heard when he casted the muffliato spell on the door. Was he going to do what she thought? And her eyes widened torn between fear and the arousal.

“I ask you again, do you want my help?” He walked closer the distance was so painfully close she could feel her body heat rise even higher, the haze of her own arousal finally taking over her brain and the almost feverish state blocked many parts of how they reached the floor. Her hazy mind processed things again when she had him pinned to the cold floor his skin filled with goose bumps as his robe later discarded somewhere else. Her own blouse has half buttoned as his hands rose her bra to let him see her breasts as her hips grinded instinctively against his crotch. It fogged again to process things again when she was know pinned to the floor her pants still tangled on one of her legs as she felt the thrusts of his hips against her. She could hear the squelch, the lewd sound of his cock going in and out her damp pussy.

Harry would have loved to describe the view before him but damn his eyesight. Yet by the sounds her lips left and the drag of her nails on his back indicated that he was doing a good job on relieving her.

Evelyn had felt her eyes roll back at the pooling feeling over her abdomen. She closed her eyes her face in pure bliss as every inch of her fiancé’s cock dragged inside her.

Harry could feel the wiggle of her breasts brushing against his undid shirt, his huffed warm breath danced over her neck as he sometimes sucked at the soft fleshed. As if the mess caused by her fluids wasn’t enough he could feel himself beginning to empty himself inside her.

“Thank you” Her voice sounded breathy and broken as if she was crying. “Thank you.” That phrase transformed in a mantra she kept saying. If Harry could muster a sound was just an appreciation groan as he rutted himself inside her.

The snap of his hips became rougher way more vicious at her whimpers as his thights clenched. She closed the distance trapping his hips woth her legs, as he bottomed out one last time slowly rocking his hips to help her ride out her own orgasm. They panted as their bodies relaxed, Harry still stayed inside her as he rose his gaze to admire her post-glow face the way her lips curved with every pant. She looked so pretty, so heavenly pretty.

The relieve felt like a veil was taken from her mind. She turned to see the man his piercing green eyes met hers and she smiled to him.

“Thank you”

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A wish bringing out our thirst

Pairing: Clay Whirpools

Prompt: Hair pulling

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Word count: 554

Summary: Deidara would have dropped dead rather than admit he liked Rina… Now he would rather fucking drop dead than admit what he called “The hair debacle”

Warning: Hair Pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of kink shaming but not really?

It all started innocent enough, Midori once asked him to let her do his hair. He wasn’t into the idea of her just brushing or braiding his hair.She was upset and he knew that but being a renegaded ninja now turned akatsuki wasn’t really proper of him. It had come to Rina before she truly knew who he was, for her to convince him that he indeed had pretty hair and let Midori do it.

It could easily have been five years since he was last confronted with the “hair debacle”. He had run away from the war faking not only his dead but Rina’s, and life wasn’t easy the first few steps but who was going to say that they would be able to afford a tranquil life away from all the Shinobi business, on top of that who said he would fall for her. He was the youngest of the akatsuki and aside from his art, he would be lying if he said he wasn’t very curious about the whole love ordeal, the experience was somewhat funny, at first he wanted to make her explode now the only thing he wanted was to hear her exploding in laughter. Which he would have loved if he hadn’t screamed at her, and had her hugging her stomach as his face grew hotter by the second. He knew that she wouldn’t have laughed if he hadn’t asked her to not laugh, well not in that moment at least.

Rina was almost crying on the shared futon, when through her watery eyes she saw the pout on his face. She inhaled deeply to try and calm herself.

“What was that sound again?” She said before snorting.

“Not funny, Rina.” He grumbled. They had tried to get a little more comfortable into the whole bussiness of being intimate.

“I am sorry.” She grinned at him. “Whatever sound was that it took me off guard, did I do something wrong?”

The look, that curious gaze had him, it made him swoon over his feet, it made his stomach disappear, he was the young man who had a talk with her outside his and her jobs, under the starlight. Just like that day he blushed furiously; he turned his face to the side so that his bang shielded his face. This was not happening, and sure Rina was aware that having fingers running on his hair, digits massaging his scalp knocked him out almost comically fast. She knew he enjoyed the few times she did his hair, not because he had said it or was upfront about it, but because the way he leaned in to her hand.

Deidara felt how her hand gently swiped his hair to the side, revealing his embarrassed face.

“Hey,” She cooed. “Is alright, you can tell me.”

Deidara knew he had it coming that day, he had laughed at her the first time he had used his hand mouths over her. But as she gripped her fists over his hair, he enjoyed the tug at his scalp which only made the tongue over her folds run against the warm slick skin eagerly. It brought a grin to his face as she whimpered against his neck.

“So, is this alright, Dei?” She softly managed to whisper over his ear.

“You are doing excellent, dove.” He said replacing his hand with his cock. His eyes closed in pure bliss as he was wrapped on her wetness and she tugged harsher on his golden silky hair.

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The colour, the shape of juvenility

Pairing: Bubble Pop

Prompt: Striptease

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Word count: 487

Summary: Elizabeth was grateful for Caesar, she loved him with a passion. He was a doting and supportive boyfriend, with the start of her residency, she finds out that he likes watching how her clothes fall to the floor.

Warning: WWII mentions, definetly not an accurate description on how draft works, teasing on the strip part, accidental voyeurism.

Caesar sighed. He sat skimming through one of Eliza's books. With the raging war happening on Europe, it seemed a joke how tranquil could life be on the other continent. Well tranquil as it could be, since he was a foreigner, he wasn’t eligible for draft. So, what was left to him was working on what he could, to support the two room flat he and Eliza shared. It wasn’t a palace but it was less cramped than her grandfather’s house back in New York. He heard the key click as Eliza returned from her normal turn at the hospital. She had left her coat hanging, as she turned to meet Caesar’s loving gaze.

“Welcome back, cara.” He took her bag and swiftly brought her to a kiss. Eliza was still getting used to being greeted like this, her hands caressed his face as his lips greeted hers. His hands held her by the waist as she stood on her tip toes to greet him. Her stomach still filled up with butterflies whenever he brought her in for any kind of kiss, everytime she still felt the tingling warmth over her cheeks as he separated.

“It’s good to see you too, love.” She greeted. Her cheeks still warm and he could see the slight darkening over them. His blue eyes filled with adoration as he sent her to wash up and he wanted to get dinner warm again, yet he wanted to ask something, maybe about how much of each side dish would she want to have, maybe if she fancied a cup of tea. Whatever he wanted to ask just died over his mind as he peeked on their room as she slowly undid her buttons, and the satin blouse fell to the floor grace fully. Revealing the soft white fabric of her white bralette. He looked at how it hugged her skin lightly and gulped, feeling the heat travel down to his trousers. She truly was a queen among women. He wanted to enter so badly and say how beautiful her back looked, and how pretty were those scars that adorned her. She almost unzipped that blue tight pencil skirt that hugged her thighs good enough for him. She turned her head lightly at her back and for a cold second her gaze locked with his. Caesar felt so bad, this was one of the most intimate momentsnof a person, to watche them undress like this as if… She knew.

“If you were interested in watching me undress you should had said so amore.” There it was, the teasing voice. She knew he was there, most importantly she knew how much he wanted her. She opened the door hiding behind. He walked up slowly but with a new sense of adventure. He smirked at her as she closed the door, her hands rested over her hips.

“What should I take off next?” she innocently asked.

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Adorned with forbidden promises

Pairing: A Promise forged in Iron

Prompt: Ruined orgasm

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Word count: 1.02K

Summary: Lyn wasn’t one to be petty, but for once she wanted to make Ikoma pay for all of those nasty comments he had said before they finally became a couple.

Warning: unsafe sex, The one time Lyn is not a sub, mentions of the one ship I despise with a passion, male receiving oral, not really cheating but one party had a kiss stolen and became rightfully angry, angry sex.

This was supposed to be a training session. They weren’t supposed to be on the floor hungrily kissing the other his hands gripping at her hips as she towered above him. Some time had happened after Unato, he had come clean about the kiss Mumei gave him and the quarrel they had, which created the distance between the two, she had understood… But Mumei in her naivety did not. She had tried going to her to say what Ikoma had just explained which only led her to remind her about how Ikoma had treated her before, and how little would he need for him to turn his back to her. That small jab almost won her a slap, but she contained herself and walked away while she could, she knew Ikoma would never leave her specially for a girl who looked so similar to his deceased little sister.

That wasn’t what bothered her, what bothered her was the reminder of being called a liar, traitor, hypocrite, double faced snake. She could get behind the first one, the others cut, and they cut deep. They still felt ablaze like the moment they left his lips, they spat and sting like venom. Much different from the praises that left his mouth, which dripped like honey, as her hands slowly stroked his length and her wet tongue moved closer and closer to his erection.

“W-Wait” he pleaded as her hands cupped his balls. “I- I- fuck!” whatever he wanted to say died down as she licked the tip of his cock.

“You were saying?” she teased. Her face looked innocent that if he hadn’t known her as well as he did, would have fooled him.

“You don’t have to- to” he was interrupted by a moan as she pushed on her mouth the head. “Gods let me finish speaking.” He laughed in a pant, as he covered his eyes with his metallic hand, he had thrown his head back.

“What is it?” she asked her hand stroking his inner thigh absentmindedly, as if she was bored.

“You sure you want to do this here?” he asked nervous.

“Yes,” her hot breath grazed the wet skin of his shaft. “You better keep your voice down, sir.” She gently placed one of her hair strands behind her ear so he could have a better look at her face as she went down on him, bobbing up and down his length, she would be lying if it she said didn’t take all her strength of will to not remover her undergarments and ride him. This was about making him pay, for something that he had apologized and was horrified of the things he could say, and yet she still held onto that grudge.

Ikoma was having a hard time holding off his own, her tongue swirling and the occasional graze of her teeth along one of the veins had him almost creaming inside her mouth, he wasn’t onw to ever ask for an oral for 2 reasons: the first one being he had found out that he wasn’t one who could actually warn about coming, he could get so lost in the texture of her gummy walls and the wet friction between them that he had found himself cumming inside her without warning and second, he thought he was above being sucked off. Turns out this second reason became bullshit as she took a look at his cock disappearing down her mouth, and the delicious suck she gave when she reached the head.

“Feels so good Lyn” He groaned using all his might to not buck his hips upward to her mouth.

“Really?” she answered. “Please do tell me.” Now she added her hand to the friction. Which made him leave a breathy moan that echoed through the wagon, his face heated up, as he covered his face embarrassed.

“Shhh” she cooed as she rose just to kiss his neck. “Don’t cover yourself, your princess wants you see you, all right?” The gentle touch of her kiss over his neck made him hitch a breath as his hand gripped the floor.

Lyn, tasted the precum leaking from the tip of his cock, the salty after taste and the sounds that came out from his mouth only showed how close he was coming. Ikoma had a really loud voice when it came to screaming, Lyn pumped his shaft with her hand and at the same time licked the sensitive tip, his body shuddered as he moaned.

“I am close!” His cheeks burned bright red, as he fisted a handful of his undid clothes. Another moan came from his mouth. “Lyn, please.” He hitched a breath.

She released his shaft with a small pop. “Please, what? Love” Her hand loosely pumped the base of his shaft.

“I want to cum” he said panting.

“Good boy”

She got at it again, watching how he came undone, how his praises camenoutbin whimpers, how much does he refrained himself to push her head down his length and just makr him him already. As his moans became louder and his words less comprehensible, Lyn’s mouth left his shaft and with one stroke of her thumb he cummed… And for what it looked like, with his body still tense and the puzzling look on his face as he covered his mouth… It wasn’t as satisfactory as it could be. His hot white seed dribbled down to her hand as she licked them from her fingers, Ikoma sat up with his cheeks burning.

“What was that for?” he asked redoing his fundoshi.

“Take it as the only time I will take revenge over something.” She said looking straight into his eyes. “Remember all those nasty comments you said?”

Of course he knew and he had repented plenty of times from then on, and for some reason he thought he had this coming.

“You are now officially forgiven.” She smiled through her own arousal. Ikoma had mixed emotions, but the good thing of having the heighted sense of smell of a kabaneri, was that she still wasn’t satisfied, and that he could use that later.