SUBTLE SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS / SELECTIVE

↳ @gorarus​​ said: ❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ - wife wife wife wife

SUBTLE SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS / SELECTIVE

↳ @falconet​ said: ❛ i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. ❜ @ tsumu xd

SUBTLE SMUT SENTENCE STARTERS / SELECTIVE

↳ @falconet​​ said: ❛ show me how much you missed me. ❜ @ tsumu :)

kissing alice antonescu was akin to coming home: he’s enveloped in softness and warmth, comforted by a steady and unyielding presence. she was his anchor, the only thing tethering him to the present. an uncontrollable blush colors the apple of his cheeks at the words which alice utter the moment he pulls away to catch a breath. atsumu had planned on taking things slow since their first venture at a relationship had been a more physical one with a splash of romance. but who was he to deny alice when she was so fucking hot when she demanded things of him? “ya really aren’t making things easy for me, darlin’—” atsumu’s voice was thick, his accent coming off heavy as he drawled into the shell of alice’s ear. with a quick nibble to her lobe, he pulls away, fingers encircling her wrist as he pulls her past the entryway and deeper into his apartment. he makes a bee-line for the settee in his living room, practically throwing himself upon it and pulling alice down with him, forcing her to straddle his lap. atsumu holds her in place as he tilts his head towards her, stealing a kiss “—i’ll show ya just how much i missed ya—” atsumu croons, one hand caressing her side whilst the other follows the swell of her thigh beneath her skirt “—all ya gotta do is relax for me, baby.”

with a sweet smile, he dips his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, tongue peeking out to wet her bottom lip, his teeth following after to sink into the soft, plump flesh. when she gasps, atsumu plunders her mouth, slanting his lips over hers to initiate a bruising kiss that will later leave them both breathless. as he continues to kiss her, atsumu shifts alice’s body until she was straddling his thigh, the hand that was under her skirt now moving with purpose. his fingers tug at the stringy material of her panties, pulling the material taut until it was trapped between the lips of her pussy. “hands...put your hands on the sofa and keep ‘em there, princess. i’m gonna take real good care of ya, i promise. gonna show ya how much i missed ya without fuckin’ this prize pussy—” atsumu pants against alice’s mouth, her breath warm and wet against his face. without preamble he reconnects their lips as his other hand joins the one threatening to rip her panties. his fingers fumble with finding her clit, but he knows he finds the sensitive nub when alice all but melts against him, her thighs trembling against his own as he begins to rub circular motions against the wet satin. 

like clockwork, alice undulates her hips in tandem with every brush of his fingers, shivering in his arms as she starts riding his thigh. with a guttural groan, atsumu disconnects their lips to aid her, all too eager to watch her come apart at the seams. he settles deeper into the coach, bouncing the leg his lover was straddling to help her find the right angle that’ll catch her just right. unable to hold herself upright, alice droops into his embrace, clinging onto him as her hips continue to move against the rough material of his jean covered thigh. moved by her desperation and desire, atsumu takes pity upon his lover and helps her finish the job by wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her down harder against his thigh while simultaneously thumbing her clit into overstimulation. even through the thick material of his pants atsumu could feel her wet heat, could feel her thundering heartbeat through her pussy. just a touch sadistic, he moves on from rubbing her clit to scraping his nail gently over the oversensitive nub, watching with rapt attention as alice twitches and shivers under his touch. with an almost cruel smile, he bounces his leg faster, relishing in the wet smack of her pussy against his thigh. “come for me, baby. i know you’re close, you’ve practically drenched my lap with your slick—” atsumu teases darkly, eyes half lidded and impassioned. without warning, he gathers the ruins of her panties, tugging them until they were taut once again, trapping alice’s clit between the lace, causing her to arch her back and raise her hips. with the opportunity he was given, atsumu guides her body to follow with his quickened pace: a crazed and dissonant rhythm that sent his lover into a whining frenzy. alice was delirious, tears falling from the corner of her eyes, voice hoarse as she sang his name like a church hymn whilst her body bucked wildly in his arms until she teetered off the edge and succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure atsumu unleashed upon her. with a final press of her hips against his thigh, she came apart in atsumu’s hands, pussy gushing and ruining his jeans before her body fell into a lethargic heap in the cradle of his embrace.

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * visage

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * isms 

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * in character

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * threads

ミ★ 《 makio 》 / * lore

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * visage

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * isms

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * in character

ミ★ 《 obanai iguro 》 / * threads

     wait, shit.      she’s being too soft, too FAMILIAR with him.      alice knows it would be wisest to keep atsumu at a distance, especially now that she was back in the area and there was a chance their paths may cross more often now. that, and if they were seen even in just the same ROOM the media would a heyday.       just the thought of that is enough to make the skater TIRED. her pr manager would probably blow her phone up with a mixture of phone calls, text messages and emails– all asking why twitter had the duo trending complete with some ugly hashtag that was a mashup of their names. miyantonescu ? alisumu ? no, no, quit thinking about it– !      ❝ you know me, ❞ or does he really ? she has a tendency to reinvent herself every so often; a caterpillar metamorphosing into a butterfly– only done several times over. ❝ always striving for greatness. wanting more, pushing myself further. ❞ just stretching the limits, alice wouldn’t want to go and destroy her knees again.      the idea of coming to a game sits strangely within her gut. there… wouldn’t be anything wrong with it, and already there are PLENTY of reasons as to WHY she would be there. supporting bokkun or kiyoomi-kun, eyeing the talent that the karasuno with the insane jumps offers the team. hmmmm. fans already knew she liked volleyball and had been involved with the sport before…      ❝ mm, i dunno, miya-san. ❞      but there’s a big blaring reason why she SHOULDN’T go.       miya atsumu. who very clearly seemed as if he was attempting to comfortably settle back into her life despite leaving it a couple of years back, and in such a rude manner too.      but it’s clear he’s trying to make up for the past, if not a little late to do so. classic man move.       ❝ i think a bunch of skaters together at a volleyball game of all things would be a little suspicious. ❞ well that, and alice isn’t exactly interested in having to align several schedules together.       dammit. what a weak woman she is.      ❝ tell you what, i’ll cancel on my coach and come, but you better play as good as you’re claiming to be now or else i went and wasted my night. i’ve got a new program i’ve been working on and i’d hate to procrastinate it. ❞      the words themselves are chosen to show she means business, but the airy tone they’re spoken in suggests it’s an empty threat. the last bit isn’t an exact lie either, but for now she settles back and briefly glances towards the empty space between them before flicking her eyes back to his face.

“give the paps a lil bit of the masquerade magic. i’ve got some hats you could borrow, and some face masks if you really wanna do some covert operations!—” his heart nearly bursts out of his chest, painfully rattling in his ribcage at the mere inch alice gave him then. back when he had been younger and foolish, he would have taken a mile and more; but atsumu knew better now. he wasn’t the same boy who left her anymore, and he would put in his maximum effort to show and prove her otherwise. not one to waste an opportunity, atsumu swiftly searches for his cellphone, patting himself down before finding it in the pocket of his jumper. slipping it out of its hiding place, he slides it towards alice “—i had to change my number a few years ago for privacy—” he supplies as an afterthought, waiting for her to pull out her own device and pass it onto him “—and i dunno what ya mean! i’m always on my ‘a’ game. i bring nothin’ but 150% onto the court!”

he barks out a laugh, elbows on the tabletop as he leans closer, getting into alice’s personal space. even after all these years she still knew how to push his buttons, bring into question his athletic ability, among other things, and like a sucker atsumu fell for it hook, line, and fucking sinker. “why don’t ya let me observe this new program of yers, hah? maybe some perspective could help ya out a bit—” it was a flimsy excuse, if atsumu was being honest, he just didn’t want alice to leave. he was grasping at straws to prolong the time he could spend with her, to have her close in proximity again after being without her for so long “—there should be a rink ‘round here, i think. i’m sure ‘samu knows the one. so how ‘bout it?”

osamu appears as if summoned like the devil himself, quickly supplying atsumu with the necessary information he needed when his twin inquired. the blond knew he owed his brother since he did him a solid, so just this once atsumu pulls out his wallet, slapping down a few bills to cover both his and alice’s meal, and a hefty tip for the best wingman. “if we head out now, we can probably beat the foot traffic.”

    a child’s laughter.     eyes the color of rubies.     a little scar at the corner of his eye, a result of being careless with his claws.     she DREAMS of him, of being able to spend time with him once again; of living the life together neither were able to have.     the cry of her hatchling is what jolts the dragon awake, body stiff from the brief burst of adrenaline. her limbs relax quickly, a long sigh flowing forth from her lips. it’s always the same dream; blurred traits flashing across her vision before the sound he’d made when he’d been snatched away is heard.     constantly reliving the event. how painful.     the scent of … mm, eggs and meat frying together paired with toasted bread. it’s enough to rouse the ex-knight to her feet, albeit unsteadily. her back and the joints of her knees creak and crack, the tree she’d slept against clearly not doing much for her body.     ❝ breakfast smells delicious, my lady. ❞     with as much time having passed since the woman had actually done anything remotely knight-ly, all the training from before seems to be second nature. a polite bow is offered to the warrior queen before etsu leans towards the small firepit, honeyed-tinted irises shrinking before dilating in excitement.     ❝ i trust that you slept well ? i believe we’re half a fortnight from reaching the rendezvous point with the summoner and the harpy, perhaps even less if the weather is kind to us. ❞

despite how chaotic her life had become after disrupting the slumber of an ancient one, rumi finds great comfort in upholding her idiosyncrasies, diligent in upholding her rituals before a hunt at dusk. she slips out from beneath the warmth of her skins, rolling them prior to tying them neatly. from there the woman adorns her armor, and to complete her ritual she pulls out her spear to sharpen it with a whetstone until it shone. once satisfied with the edge’s sharpness, rumi departs from camp to hunt. she’s always been a provider, both as the clan elder’s daughter, and the strongest warrior amongst her people, so to provide for her party was akin to second nature for the vieran woman. their rations were dwindling, save for a few loaves of bread, there wasn’t enough to sustain all of them, so she needed larger kills, especially now since winter was coming. but the lands have been near desolate for years due to the war that plagued the continent for years. if they wanted to survive, they’d need to leave her home, something rumi was reluctant to do, but it might be necessary. these dark thoughts plagued her as she hefted the lone buck she had found in the dark trenches of the dying greenwood up and onto her shoulders as if it was as light as a feather. she returns to the encampment at a breakneck pace, hoping to beat time so that she could skin the deer’s hide for the coming winter and prepare the venison before the sun peaked beyond the mountain range. with a dexterity that could only come from experience, rumi methodically cuts into the animal’s carcass, extracting the organs first as her mother had taught her before deftly cutting into the tendons to create space for her blade to ease into, betwixt where muscle and bone were conjoined. satisfied with her work, rumi goes through the motions of cooking, humming childhood lullabies as her mother once did as she prepares breakfast over an open fire for her makeshift brood. she’s cutting into a loaf of bread when her companion greets her from beyond her shoulder, voice thick with sleep. “it’s just venison and bread, oh fabled one—” rumi snickers, passing the dragon her share of the meal before patting the space beside her “—and please, call me rumi. we are far from my home and people, so titles mean nothing. we must eat our fill if we dream of reaching our destination before nightfall. it’s getting harder to hunt since these lands are barren due to war. i had to venture out even further than last time. hunger might kill us before some archmage pandering with necromancy will.”

a humorless smile graces rumi’s countenance before she digs her teeth into the venison she had seasoned and cooked to perfection. she stares out into the horizon, contemplating the distance between their party and it’s missing half. “we should be able to meet up with those dunderheads soon. they’re probably running around like headless chickens, just as useless as each other, bad at hunting too. hopefully they didn’t die of starvation without us—” her worry is disguised horribly by her scathing remarks. with an exasperated sigh, rumi finishes the rest of her meal, extinguishing the fire with dirt and a few stomps of her feet prior to packing up the their camp into the traveling sacks her people provided for them at the start of their journey “—everything’s ready to go when you’re finished. i’ll attach everything to your saddle and we can take flight thereafter.”

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↳ @woolspun​ said: BIG ONE🚔 ur under arrest..BIGGEST TITS I SEEN LOL .. 🚨 boops BIG ONE tity huge booby ,, fuck 🚓

“yes, right here officer, this is the one who keeps objectifying me.”

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↳ @valsehavik​ said: "Mirko-sama! You looked a bit pale earlier when we passed you on patrol earlier, so I got you a bento I thought you would enjoy.."

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↳ @goyokuborn​ said: Folks keep saying my facial hair is fake, what they don't know is how hard it was ta' find a lawn mower small enough for my chin.