Metal arm smut please. I am an absolute sucker for that. Also maybe but not necessarily jealousy, feeling unwanted/insecure etc that starts an argument and leads to angry sex
(There’s definitely metal arm smut in this one, but no jealousy or angry sex. Though Nat does swear a lot. Hope you like it.)
It’s not a Pavlovian response because Natasha doesn’t react every time
she hears the sound. It’s mostly when they’re within their bedroom or when
they’re alone or when she’s been thinking about James and beautiful mouth and
long fingers and even longer and more beautiful cock. And maybe a few other
situations, but that’s beside the point. It’s just that under those very
specific circumstances then his left arm gets a stronger response from her than
his right does. An aphrodisiac if you like, adding to situations already on the
hot and heavy side.
So it’s not a problem because it’s never caused a problem for her
before. Except that James has somehow found her out and has decided to use it
against her. (She suspects it was last week when he used his left hand to
finger her and she bit him hard enough to cause bruises him when she came.)
He leans over to whisper in her ear, “I’m going to make you come so hard
you see stars,” and stretches in a way that makes his arm emit a low whine. And
puts his hand on her thigh. His goddamn metal hand.
If they hadn’t been sitting at a meeting Natasha would probably said
something filthy to him, and done something even filthier to him. But they are
sitting at a meeting, a very important one that has been in the making for a
couple of months too and she can’t very well leave to go fuck James’ brain out.
Though she very much wishes she could.
James, however, seems intent on testing her multitasking abilities.
He doesn’t move for the first long while, then the second she relaxes, he
slides his hand half an inch up her thigh. The nerve of the fucker. It’s not
exactly the most exciting kind of foreplay, it’s more the anticipation of what
follows that has her squirming in her seat.
Also Steve is sitting right there. Right across the table. If he turns
his head even slightly, he’ll be able to see. As is Wanda, sweet, caring Wanda,
who does not deserve to witness their fucked up and very public display of
affections. (If you can call it that, his fingers are inches from touching
where she wants them the most and why the fuck doesn’t he move them?)
So when someone calls for a break Natasha doesn’t drag him to the nearest
empty room, because she does have a little self-control. Instead she wastes
three whole seconds of and already short break to stare James down, walks
calmly to a meeting room that doesn’t share a wall with the currently occupied
one, and flips the sign outside it to ‘in use’, expecting him to follow. (He
does. He’s a bastard but not an evil bastard.)
“I hate you,” she says, fists her hands into his tee, and uses his back
to close the door behind them.
“I know,” he says and brushes an invisible strand of hair away from her
face. Using his left hand.
Title: My Blood, My Family Characters: Keith, Allura (Voltron) Media: iPad Pro & Adobe Sketch (Lines), Cintiq + Photoshop (Colors) Notes: The final picture got away from me a little bit (don’t even ask about the background) but it was inspired by a picture of Maggie and Glenn from TWD, because when everything was hopeless they created a family. Also, Altean!Keith, because reasons.
DANCE MAJORS AU Part 1 (Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) Hip-hop dancer Keith in a ponytail. Everyone is just so mesmerized when he dances on stage or even just during practice. Outside the dance studio, he’s a huge space nerd who’s got a secret crush on the contemporary ballet dancer next door who he may or may have not thought of asking out… next week or next month.