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❤ 2018 OPEN SMUT POST

Basically, a simple post for you to play smut with me now that it's 2018! New year, new post, time to indulge me (or yourself!!) in some stuff. I'm not picky, so I'm pretty much down for whatever, whenever, although I'm on the slower end.

Anyway, this is essentially similar to my last call me out: choose a character that is applicable (ask if you're unsure!) and you can choose to either make a starter yourself or vice versa; I don't mind in the slightest bit. If I'm canon unfamiliar, you can always give me a short rundown of your character or just toss them my way anyway and see if they click. I'm down for all sorts of ships, M/F, F/F, and M/M, although writing smut for the latter is a little more difficult for me. But I'll still try, as I do need the practice.

And there you have it. Be free to do whatever you want just as long as it's smut worthy. And I don't mind getting to the down and dirty if you prefer skipping through the buildup. ♥

If you have any questions, feel free to hit me up on plurk (endlesseight) or Discord (Len#0139).

Also, if you're stuck for prompts, here's some of my favorites, but don't confine yourselves to those if you want to play something different:



Mind Altering Hot Springs


Mutual Loss of Virginity


Fuck or Die


Inappropriate Sexual Tension


Hypnotism

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shirou/medusa - hypnotism, maids, succubus-like dream sequence??

[cybele]

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[ the fact that rider wasn't wearing her glasses should have been the first clue that something was up. there was a moment, only a moment, during that day in which she had met eyes, unprotected, with shirou. medusa knew what that meant, knew what she was doing. it's true that she hated doing something like this to someone as kind as shirou, but sometimes... sometimes a monster just needs to be a monster.

sometimes, she needs to stop pretending she can be anything close to human. she still requires magical energy to live, and more often than not she doesn't want to place that burden, that strain, on someone like sakura who has gone through so much already in her short life.

medusa will apologize to sakura later — she'll deserve the punishment. ]

Master, [ her soft voice brushes against shirou's ear as she approaches behind him. the frilly, short dress she wears is composed of her own magical energy, but it still feels real: the scratchy lace against her thighs is a sharp contrast to smooth, black silk. her long purple hair is pulled back into a loose, low braid, and medusa is free to focus herself on the feeling of shirou's pulse beneath his skin. ] Master, we are alone now.

[peopledieifkilled]

[ Even though it honestly should have given him warning bells, he trusts Rider just as much as he trusts Sakura, after all. When his eyes open again, it's to the familiar voice that reaches his ear, calling him in a manner that feels familiar yet distant. No, it's definitely something that he's heard before— ] Rider...? [ His voice is admittedly a little groggy from sleep, and it's only when he manages to move his body, just barely to look at her properly. Ah— it's that outfit that makes his heart race, that makes his cheeks a bright scarlet red. ] Yeah, [ he nods, a quite agreement to her statement. ] we are. I'm glad for that, but, ah... I guess it's time for you to get to work, huh?

Dark Sakura/Archer Alter - kinks to be determined

[artifacted]

[ Every winner gets a wish. That's just the nature of the Grail--even in its corrupted state.

This time, when the girl who used to be Sakura Matou is the last one standing, there isn't much of a world left for either her or the dark rage inside the Grail to consume and destroy. So the Grail simply grants her simple request in the best way it can manage.

For him, it's a little like a summoning. Of course, the details of his previous summonings are rather hazy. But he knows what he's here for now.

Serve her, his heart whispers to him. Satisfy her. This is your only purpose.

He's used to existing for just one purpose, although he vaguely recalls it used to be a different one. Something about saving and protecting all of humanity. It doesn't matter now.

The corruption crawls in spidery lines over his half-naked body. He shudders at the feeling of it sinking into his exhausted bones, invigorating him with dark desires.

Emiya looks up from where he kneels in the mud, and his red eyes focus on her. ]

Master...?

[alreadybroken]

[ He calls her 'Master' in the same way that Rider would refer to her, but there's just something about this that angers her, that somehow frustrates her when she sees him. Even if she was connected to the grail, she never knew who her sister's Servant was, so she finds herself frowning, eyes narrowing. ]

Why are you here?

[ Her teeth are gritted in a way that makes it obvious that she's unhappy about everything. ]

You're the only Servant I don't know. I should have be grateful that you gave your arm to senpai, but I'm mad about that, too. So if you're going to call me 'Master', you can at least tell me who you are, right?