( SMUT POST )

[peaked]

SMUT POST!

pick a character. holla, I like m/f and f/f. leave pic prompts and i'll write the nasty or leave me a starter where you write the nasty. kink list. dtf with anything that isn't on the no column.

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BREAKS THIS IN AYYYY

[danvers]

[ There are approximately two empty pizza boxes and three-and-a-half polished-off pints of ice cream scattered across the coffee table between the two of them by the time Kara Danvers slides into Barry Allen's lap, the old movie they'd been making their best effort to curl up and watch together still playing in the background. In fact, the flickering from the television screen is the only real source of lighting in the room that isn't the backdrop of National City through the windows, which makes the whole thing just feel... sexier, somehow.

Even before they'd started kissing she was already cuddled up into him, head nested on his shoulder with her legs drawn up beneath her and her fingers idly plucking at the buttons on his shirt, and when he'd dropped his arm from the back of the couch to lightly stroke fingers through her hair she'd stretched against him like a cat, making a soft noise in the back of her throat before she could even stop herself. Her first instinct had been to freeze, to look up and try to play it off with some lame joke, but once she'd found his gaze in the semi-darkness and realized neither of them was paying attention to the movie anymore, it was all over from there.

She's settled into a straddle across his thighs, cupping his face gently between her palms, kissing him like she hasn't even known she's wanted to but absolutely throwing herself into it now that she's here in this moment. He's warm, he's so warm beneath her and against her and in a burst of sudden impulse she breaks the kiss and perches on his knees to peel her sweater off, blonde hair spilling down past her shoulders once it clears her head — and then she just looks at him, pausing before leaning in to pick up right where they've left off. ]

This — it's okay, right? [ She whispers it, searching his face, unsure if this will be the point when he tells her to stop or if they might not be able to say they're just friends anymore; deep down she really, really hopes it's the second one, because if she's being honest with herself she's had a crush on him for longer than she was even fully aware of it. ]

tree boy pls!!!

[fiveinchheels]

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throwing prompts at you because words are hard, whoops. (none of them are terribly nsfw/graphic, jsyk.)

for dick 🍆

[magija]

one, two, three ♥

for elena 🌼

[frackin]

one, two, three ♥

KOL - it’s late but I got here

[magnitudes]

( It’s stupid. More accurately, she’s stupid, but there time between provisions being sent is stretching out too long, and Kol needs blood. And honestly, maybe that’s too flimsy an excuse, because maybe she just wants to know what the sharp sting of his teeth and the sucking pressure of him drinking her blood would feel like.

Maybe it’s just an easy excuse, because he’s her mate, and if she’s flirting because he’s funny and they have a laugh and stop being a tit and just drink my blood if you want to then it might take the edge off the other things she wouldn’t mind doing with him. They’re thoughts she’s tried to chase away just besides she knows she’s a nightmare and she doesn’t want to wreck whatever ridiculous, solid dynamic they have.

Anyway, here she is; rolling her eyes as she brings the cascade of curly hair round to one shoulder, holding it in one hand, while the other undoes a couple of her shirt buttons. The shirt is patterned with flamingoes and pineapples wearing sunglasses, because of course it is.

With the shirt loosened, she glances over her shoulder at Kol. )

Come on, I got enough bourbon on me that I’m probably gonna be like a fucking cocktail.

( Teasing, as she cants her neck to one side. Exposing her neck and shoulder means exposing her scars and her tattoos, and though she’s more comfortable with sharing one of those than the other, whatever. Screw it. )