#!ic; usfw.

[thiefscant]

↪ memes / accepting!

        Despite and perhaps because of their earlier disagreement, there is some giddy excitement in her touches now, but the feeling is streaked through with a profound sense of melancholy. For the Orb might be calm now, freeing them to touch as they have not dared to before, but it's come at such a terrible cost. A terrible expectation. He is determined to play the role that's been assigned to him and she could not convince him otherwise.

        And so she finds herself making her case like this, instead: With heated, eager kisses to his mouth as the camp grows dark outside his tent. They try not to be too obvious. They do not utter the words: Stay. Stay with me. But perhaps they are spoken in the flick of their tongue at the roof of his mouth, the catch of their teeth at his lip as they smooth their hands down his chest. In the quick work she makes of the string on his trousers, impatient to remind him of all the sensations he'll be giving up.

        Still, they hesitate, finding his eyes, waiting for his little nod of consent before their hand slips deftly inside his clothes, and their lips crash together with his again. Each kiss is as hungry and fervent as the last. Their hand finds him already hardening at their touch. She smirks against his lips and slides a palm down his shaft without gripping him properly yet, teasing.

        "Yes, I like this. Can you just—please keep doing that," @weavewilled murmurs, breathless, against their mouth. She grabs hold of his chin with her free hand, kissing him slowly and deliberately as she finally wraps her other hand around him.

        "And this?" she breathes. It is an agonizingly slow stroke of their hand up the length of him, the gentle swipe of their thumb against his tip, and then the same back down again. "Is this—good?" Their mouth finds his throat again, kissing and nipping and suckling a little bruise into flushed skin.

[unholymicsmas]

@cxncrie asked : 😳 { Nimue @ Beej bc you gave the okay so it's time to be a menace }

She’s been gone a month, the smell on her clothes is even fading and he’s desperate to see her. Despite encouraging her to be redeemed he didn’t think they’d be separated so fast… especially after admitting things to each other and sharing those sweet kisses. The thought of her lips on his neck, the way her fingers traced over him. It sent him over the edge.

One of her shirts gripped tightly in his hand as his nose is pressed to it. Her scent filling his senses as he grips his hard cock. He’s practically cross eyed as he soon closes them and his hips thrust up into his fist. It’s so much he feels so close the more he thinks of her before his ears pick up a knock at his door. Theres a disgruntled ‘I’m busy!’ given but that doesn’t seem to stop them from entering his room.

He sits up slightly in his bed, dick still in his hand as he finally sees who it is. The one he’s thinking about but she’s pure now… how the fuck did she get in anyways.

“Nimue… you gonna keep lookin or do ya wanna join me~” please ignore this sweaty disheveled mess of a man… please also don’t notice your shirt still there in his other hand.

[hitcritical]

@biiigtime ❛ You should be a sin. ❜

Smirk  dares  to  cut  across  his  features.  Wild  and  dazzling  when  he  closes  the  distance  between  him,  with  his  heart  frantically  pounding  inside  his  chest,  and  her  lounging  like  a  goddess  of  old  against  the  pillows  and  the  hotel  headboard.  ❝Sin,  yeah  ?  ❞  Tilt  of  his  head  shows  the  barest  peak  of  black     ⎯⎯⎯    Shows  leather  around  his  throat  catching  the  dimmed  warm  lights  of  the  bedside  table.  Knees  dip  the  mattress,  bringing  him  closer  and  closer  as  he  all  but  crawls  to  her.  Kiss  becomes  an  offering  against  the  land  of  her  stomach     ;     lingering  barely  below  her  navel.  ❝One  of  the  deadly  ones,  I  hope.❞

[ofvalor]

[ shudder ] – for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver.

All the lights are off in the apartment, but it's not entirely pitch black. The soft glow of the moon through the window illuminates them -- And Kate should feel more exposed. The curtains are pulled to around her bed, giving the two of them some semblance of privacy in the open apartment. There's a light sheen of sweat on her skin, and her hair is tousled, messy, sticking to the back of her neck.

There are a few unrelated, but healing, bruises lining her tanned skin all purple and red and lined with yellow.

It had been.. spur of the moment. Kate had come home from another patrol sporting another black eye, and limping up the stairs to her bed. There'd been a bit of an argument. More just heated words than anything, before Kate couldn't take what was being left unspoken between them.

The kiss had split open her lip. They'd moved against each other, all teeth and hands and desire.

But it didn't go as far as Kate would have liked. Her shirt has been discarded, and Gwen seems to be too in her head - facing away from her - to think about the display before her. And Kate wants more.

She sits up and traces the hard edges of Gwen's back with light fingertips, and she can see the ripple of a shiver go through her, straightening her back. Kate leans forward and presses a kiss to her shoulder, to the nape of her neck, before wrapping her arms around Gwen's waist in a hug.

"We don't have to." She murmurs the words against Gwen's skin, trying to soothe her from whatever might be going through her mind. "We can just go to sleep."

[thiefscant]

awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed. ↳ @bolyde (astarion) — memes / accepting!

        The day started off innocently as any other, "good morning"s mumbled as the first red-orange fingers of sunrise cast the inside of their tent in a warm glow. Sleepy nuzzles became lazy kisses, which became heated, eager kisses, and with them came wandering hands: His cool and covetous, running down the back of their thigh as they hitched a leg over his hip, drawing his body close to theirs; hers extra-warm and curious, ghosting over scars to settle where his heartbeat might once have been.

        They rolled on top of him, straddling his hips and peppering his mouth with hungry kisses. And they rocked their hips lazily against his, chuckling when he bucked up against them in return. "Like that, did you?" Anais murmured against his lips, settling her weight over him as she rocked her hips again. Already, she could feel his building desire, and it sent a rush of heat all through her, cheeks flushed, ears red.

        With a frustrated huff, Astarion grasped Anais's hips and pulled them down hard, seeking friction, seeking heat. Encouraged by his eagerness, she moved over him in a slow, steady rhythm, hips teasing against his with each shift of her weight. They hummed, shivering, and planted a trail of kisses along his cheek to his ear. "And this?"

[hells-greatestdad]

"Those of us who can shape-shift get the best of both worlds"

He doesn't know what's going on, but there's his contribution

[bughoused]

@lususnatura continued from here !

Renfield's arms are around Blamore's neck, her eyes wide with desire and lips curled into a smile. To be with someone she loved and who loved her was an amazing, beautiful feeling. She'd wanted something like this for a very, very long time, as lonely as she was. To feel wanted, to feel comfort, to feel belonging...they were all feelings she hadn't had much of until she met Blamore. It made her feel cherished and adored. It made her feel pretty and someone who was wanted and was appealing. She sighs contently, a pleasant shiver running down her back as he moves his hand down her body, getting closer to where she wanted it. She bites her lip at the feeling before she answers his question. "Yes, please," she begs, nodding, "please touch me there. I need you."

This was exciting for her. The fact it was someone who wasn't trying to take advantage of her or hurt her made her that much more excited. It was utterly romantic, it seemed like just a dream, but it was real. That made her want to savor the moment that much more. "Undress me," she requests, "I want your fingers inside me." She bats her lashes at it, as if she had much convincing to do. She wiggles her hips enticingly as she runs her hands down its arms. "You've got me so wet," she purrs, "you make me feel so good, Blamore...you'll give me all of you, too, right?"

Renfield wets her lips in anticipation, her smile never leaving her face.

[celtigaar]

seduce me. write letters to me. and poems, i love poems. ravish me with your words. seduce me.

[hitcritical]

@c1nemafabe ❛ could you... do that again? ❜

Bites  back  the  urge  to  smirk,  even  when  there  is  already  the  slightest  tugging  at  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  Knows  his  hands  are  good.  Calloused  and  stained  with  metaphorical  blood,  yes.  But  good  all  the  same.  Still  learning  how  to  manoeuvre  between  the  man  he  used  to  be,  and  the  man  he  is  becoming     ⎯⎯     smiles  more  easily  now,  even  when  it  is  all  teeth  and  a  wicked  sense  of  amusement.  Especially  when  he  brings  a  finger  up  to  his  own  mouth  and  licks  her  taste  off  of  it.  Never  thought  he'd  find  himself  here  in  the  first  place,  takes  the  time  to  enjoy  himself,  and  her,  all  the  same.  Jade  is  pretty  in  the  way  most  deadly  things  are  .  .  .  and  in  other  ways  too.

❝So  soon  ?  ❞  Raises  an  eyebrow  in  mock  concern.  Would  have  done  it  again,  even  unprompted.  Kisses  his  teeth  anyway  with  a  shake  of  his  head.  ❝Damn,  girl.  You're  hungry,  ain't  you  ?  ❞

[brooklynbred-c]

hcxcd : what's the size of your little soldier? is it thick?

" uhhhhh . . . " steve rubbed the back of his neck. did it really matter at this point? he supposed not , but it still pulled him to take another long sip of his beer before answering. " i guess it's thicker than most when it's soft . . . it's uh . . . been a while since i paid attention. "

[rosecrowned]

♡ ⊱ @d0reah ⊱ "Do you like that?"

ㅤㅤㅤSHE'S  FOUND  A  KINDRED  SPIRIT  IN  THE  DRAGON  QUEEN'S  HANDMAID,  PERHAPS  IN  MORE  WAYS  THAN  ONE,  and  soon  enough  an  evening  of  tales  and  laughter  and  endlessly  traded  flirtations  turns  into  something  else  entirely.  They  were  going  to  retire  to  her  chambers  and  have  a  drink,  but  Margaery's  wine  remains  untouched  upon  the  table  save  for  a  few  sips,  her  thirst  quenched  instead  by  the  Lyseni's  lips  upon  her  own.  It  was  only  an  accident  at  first;  they  had  sat  too  close  to  each  other  on  the  lounge,  hip  to  hip,  and  when  she  turns  to  look  at  her,  their  lips  brush.  Coincidental,  surely,  but  everything  that  follows  is  accompanied  by  intent,  their  eyes  meeting  in  that  second  of  confused  curiosity  before  they  both  lean,  mingling  mouths  to have a taste of each other.

ㅤㅤㅤWhen  Margaery  feels  her  dress  pulled  up  to  her  hips,  that  soft  hand  trailing  up  her  stockings  to  the  bare  skin  of  her  thigh,  she  does  not  protest,  green  eyes  permissive  as  they  peer  into  Doreah's  blue.  Her  legs  open  generously,  as  if  daring  the  other  to  touch  what  lays  between.  And  how  delightful  it  is  when  she  does,  those  pretty  fingers  rubbing  at  her  through  the  outside  of  her  smallclothes.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Yes,  ❞  Margaery  grins,  sighing  at  the  sweet  friction  against  her  folds.  Hips  rock  slowly  forward  against  Doreah's  hand;  a  torturous  pace  that  she  quite  enjoys.  Soon  her  leg  is  lifted,  lain  across  the  Lyseni's  own  thigh  as  that  hand  slips  into  the  hem  of  her  smallclothes,  touching  her  bare  sex.  ❝ Oh,  yes,  ❞  she  moans  at  the  touch,  biting  her  lip  at  the  pleasure  that  builds  within.  ❝ You  make  me  crave  something  other  than  wine  tonight.  ❞  Her  own  hand  sneaks  into  the  other's  lap,  travelling  under  her  lighter  skirts  to  do  the  same,  stroking  at  her  slit  in  return  as  she  leans  to  capture  her  lips  again.  ❝ What  a  beautiful  woman  you  are.  I  can  see  why  men  tell  such  tales  about  Lys.  I  always  thought  they  were  exaggerated  until  now.  ❞

[pitgritted]

it took to much to get his lover prone , bruises from an hour ago lost to regeneration . however , of course , sett wasn't going to go unpunished .

river of white splayed out across the cherry blossom speckled soft , seafoam blades of grass fills serenity within unbeating heart . it was all he could see after all . he sat on top of the vastayan just above his lap , face buried into the crook of where the back of sett's ears met hair ; lathering the appendage from base to tip in saliva with the flat of his tongue . at the same time , one of the ronin's hands busied itself behind him with languidly stroking sett's cock , occasionally brushing against the pink ribbon of yasuo's hair tie . of course , when will sett ever get a break ? / yasuo <3 - do you miss me :))))

⟐〝  you’re  fuckin’  incredible  [  ...  ]  〞                                 sett  keens  sweetly  behind  the  gaps  of  chittering  teeth  ,  canines  glossy  with  saliva  .  translucent  spit  coat  the  small  hairs  around  his  jaw  made  it  appear  shiny  as  the  brick  line  of  his  chin  quivered  .  the  half  -  beast  had  impressive  muscular  legs  [  ;  ]  the  fat  surrounding  his  femur  twitching  with  an  agonizing  expression  wedged  on  his  lips  .  with  every  stroke  of  the  ronin’s  callous  ,  his  organ  jutted  up  from  a  nest  of  dark  crimson  pubic  hair  .  the  tip  just  barely  brushed  the  hardened  muscle  of  his  belly  whenever  he  was  given  a  moment  of  respite  .  his  tan  skin  was  darker  there  ,  &  a  distinct  vein  that  curled  along  his  shaft  .

engorged  &  standing  out  proudly  between  them  .  his  foreskin  was  pushed  back  by  the  swollen  head  ,  which  was  slick  with  moisture  .  his  firm  ,  flat  abdominal  muscles  tightening  in  anticipation  ,  hardened  as  it  braced  for  a  painfully  long  &  gradual  guidance  of  fingers  following  his  length  .  sett’s  face  flushed  ,  his  cheeks  red  ,  his  eyes  were  looking  down  at  him  at  the  hand  mercilessly  hindering  his  want  to  get  off  .  〝  fuck  !  yasuo  —  〞

it  became  evident  the  mane  of  white  rolling  down  the  broadness  of  his  shoulders  started  to  itch  ,  the  pores  of  his  flesh  ignited  with  red  &  became  sensitive  .  further  influenced  by  the  tongue  that  dampened  the  fur  around  his  ears  till  it  met  the  skin  beyond  it  .  sett  grasps  feebly  at  his  deep  purple  colored  robes  ,  discarded  &  loosened  ,  his  claws  ripping  through  the  golden  seams  of  the  fabric  .

the  spirit  of  challenge  could’ve  sworn  he  lost  his  eyesight  [  ;  ]  seeing  blots  of  white  &  purple  fill  the  corners  of  his  blossom  -  colored  irises  .  his  deep  purple  oozing  arm  lurches  forward  ,  tendrils  flexing  to  life  &  gripping  yasuo’s  scalp  .  he  pulls  as  a  predatory  growl  bubbles  up  from  the  width  of  his  firm  breasts  .  impatient  &  huffing  harshly  .  〝  i  want  t’see  ’yer  pretty  face  .  fuckin’  show  me  ,  kanmei  [  ...  ]  〞

[poisonedfire]

╰┈➤ @ourpretender | continued from [ here ]

Ensnared by the razor-sharp teeth of pleasure, they're BURNING alive. Spread out on the bed and beneath Oliver's keen gaze, Peyton relishes in the attention. The grip on their arms thrills them, eyelids fluttering with a sharp gasp of arousal at the roughness. Strong hips drive home with every thrust, igniting the fierce primal need for MORE. Hazel eyes, blown with lust stare back at the man above them. Their moans mingle with the sound of meeting skin and the bed's complaints.

Pleasure carves into them with a vigorous rhythm. That spot inside of them is struck continuously with damming accuracy. "Yeah?" The word is breathless, soaked in fervor. Oliver's facial expression makes them yearn even more. They lightly struggle against the grip on their arms, hoping to provoke.

"Make me take that hard cock," they whine, voice catching and breaking. "Fuck me hard. Fucking RUIN me. I'm yours."

[bucketkicked]

@schattenwerfenkeineschatten continued from here !

“You like that?”

Irene paused only to ask, a small smirk on her face. She returned to her duties, mouth sucking and teeth gently nipping. Her left hand goes to massage Laelia’s other breast, thumb circling over that nipple. Slowly, she makes her way up to her neck, burying into it as she kissed it and sucked hickeys into the skin.

When she approached her ear, she whispers into it. “Tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me to touch you more? Do you want to undress me? You look so pretty under me.” There’s a husky, raspy tone to her voice. Irene’s clearly excited to continue, utterly pleased by the noises coming from Laelia.

She turns her attention to her jawline, pressing sweet kisses along it.

[hells-greatestdad]

😳

(Poor Freya)

Send 😳 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating.

Screams

Poofs himself into the closet in his hotel room.

"Haven't you heard of knocking!!!!" Lucifer will whisper yell from within the confined space he now occupies.

...he could have sworn he locked the door to his room?!

[00sgoth-1]

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── › ﹙ ANGÈLIQUE ﹚ i'm sorry, you don't enjoy being teased?

but @frxncaise was being entirely too unfair —— and the term teasing could hardly be used for whatever this torture was. with his hands resting in the crease of her upper thighs beneath hips while she had made a home out of his lap [ ... ] their make out session had inevitably became compromised by the uncomfortable sensation of his jeans growing tighter. gradually turning into something near unbearable until he hazily decided to experiment in the form of lifting his hips in a single and slow grinding motion. in the hopes of feeling something —— as a way of gauging her reaction. his lips pulled away from hers raw and swollen from excessive use , shiny from spit as she spoke. unfair. and an involuntary whine crawled up from his throat to lace his words as he responded. ❛❛ no— ❜❜

gaze was stained from improperly removed eyeliner as the blues behind them stared up at her from beneath lashes. long , kissing the tops of his cheeks when he blinked. ❛❛ you're killing me here , you know that? ❜❜ so he'll test the waters once more —— taking her hips into his hands to slowly drag her across the length of his lap until they met his abdomen ; an attempt for her to properly feel the crime she's having too much fun committing. his tongue prodded at the silver stud pierced through his lower lip amidst the motion [ ... ] and teeth bit down on the soft flesh to stifle anymore sound that so terribly wanted to escape from the friction it offered. ❛❛ that what you want? —— for me to drop dead before i even get the chance to fuck you? ❜❜