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﹟ mirror sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  sex  in  front  of  a  mirror -dan // teehee

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When March suggested new room decorations and furniture to go along with making it more...roomier when she saw the state of his bed, Dan Heng didn't immediately think of adding a mirror. It did help with getting more comfortable with his other form, because each time Eivor found him looking at his reflection they were there by his side, pointing out everything they loved about how he looked. Little did they both know how that would turn out later. It was supposed to just be another night of making love, this time with him on top as he moved in and out of his mate slowly and lovingly, cooing back at their every noise. A chance look up had that mirror appear in the corner of his gaze again, and the former High Elder had an idea.

"Look." He gently cups Eivor's head by the chin and makes the viking look up as he tells them to, humming softly at their gasped-out moan. "Look at how much of a mess I make you, my mate." Dan Heng purrs into their ear as he lays his head on one shoulder. "Aeons, you look gorgeous like this. And this sight is all mine."

[lovelyrhink]

rhett keeps saying “i like pain” and it just makes me wanna write dirty fanfic 

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i. Initiation

Stirring Sensations Masterlist

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2325

Warning: lots of really inapropro thots all because of that.fucking.chain.

A/N: I’ve had a really bad week and it only got worse last night and I almost had to go to the ER but crisis averted everyone and I’m about to fuck up this presentation but I needed to write this because wow we’re all so horny for this man and that chain he wore during the D23 Expo 2019. Also, this tiktok didn’t help. There might be a second, more NSFW part. Depends on if yall like this :)

You couldn't stop staring at it. Lord knows you tried your hardest to be aware of the conversation going on but it was impossible.  It wasn't even anything special, just a shiny little chain, and yet you were absolutely hypnotized by the way it hung around his neck. Why you found it absolutely mesmerizing with that shirt you would never know but there was something about the way he carried himself around, especially today, that had you wishing you were bold enough to say something. But no, he was a friend. And he was kind enough to invite you to an after-party with his colleagues whom you still tried your hardest to act naturally around. 

But fucking hell this was hard. It kept on swinging around with every little movement he took, whether he was motioning dramatically with his hand as he explained something about one of the scenes or was simply leaning over and laughing over something Jon said. It was just...there. Taunting you. Begging for your attention. Any kind of attention. 

You kept on staring at it as you drank your wine, occasionally nodding along to pretend you weren’t imagining biting down on the chain and tasting his sweat on it as he fucked you into the mattress. It was getting difficult with every passing moment though, especially when he had to nudge you a few times to ask your opinion on something and furrowed his eyebrows when you apologized and told him to repeat his question. 

You thought you were being subtle enough but then Pedro leaned over and whispered something in your ear and you all but lost control, the sharp intake of breath making him lean away and ask if he’d done something wrong.

“N-no sorry I- god, I think I drank too much. I just need...some fresh air. Be back in a minute.” Pedro stared at you as he nodded, and you watched as his hand slipped under his shirt to scratch at his clavicle, the action forcing your eyes to the chain yet again. Before you could stop yourself, your tongue was peaking out and licking your lower lip, wishing it could lick across the shiny necklace if only for a second. Once you realized what you’d just done, you raised your eyes and met his, finding the usually umber brown eyes dilated and unforgiving in their gaze.

And then he mirrored your actions and licked his lips and you knew you needed to get away from him before you made a fool out of yourself. 

“Excuse me,” you smiled at everyone and walked to the balcony of the restaurant, finding a quiet and private spot in the corner overlooking the awfully busy street. Taking a deep breath, you shut your eyes and leaned against the wall, finally allowing your mind to give into the pathetically filthy thoughts involving Pedro’s fucking chain of all things. You thought of what it would feel like to pull on it as he kissed the air out of your lungs. Wished you could twirl it around your fingers as he licked and nipped down your neck before slipping his hands beneath your pants. Fuck, what you would give to just bite down on it, maybe lick it and his skin as he used you to get his cock off. Would he let you suck on his neck, that glorious fucking neck that was somehow always glistening and smooth and so fucking inciting? Would he moan when you tell him how sexy you found it, especially with that floral shirt? Goddamn that shirt. It was so loud and yet he pulled it off. And with those light brown pants that were positively tight and almost left nothing to the imagination...

But none of that compared to how captivating he looked with that chain. It was very rare for Pedro to look unattractive in whatever clothes his stylist picked out for him. Actually, that wasn’t true. Pedro never looked bad in anything, even if it was a worn down sweatshirt or jeans. He just always looked nice and you weren’t sure if it was because you’ve had these feelings for him for so long or if it was because he was an honest-to-god sex symbol. 

You rubbed at the base of your throat, thinking of worshiping him and kissing down his neck before he forced you down on your knees and fucked your face. And to hear that voice, that beautiful, deep, hoarse voice as he moaned and swore and growled at you as you pleasured him. What a sight he would be. 

When you took longer than he anticipated, Pedro excused himself and walked past the balcony doors, surveying the large open area and almost walking back in when he didn’t find you anywhere. But then he noticed you in the corner near the edge of the railing, tilting his head to the side when he saw how hard you were breathing. He approached you carefully, his eyes taking in the way you were rubbing at your neck and harshly you were biting down on your lower lip. 

So busy imagining the touch of his hand on your heated skin, you didn’t notice Pedro’s presence until he broke you from your haze with a concerned question.

“Are you okay?”

You jumped and grabbed at your chests when you heard Pedro, rolling your eyes when he started laughing and apologized before rubbing your arms to calm you down. 

“Jesus Christ you scared the fuck out of me. God, how many times did I tell you not to do that?” You gulped before turning to the railing, trying to calm your heart rate so he didn’t suspect anything.

“Not my fault you’re so jumpy.” You shook your head at his teasing comment, taking in a deep breath to try and forget what you were just thinking about before he interrupted you. “You were gone for a while...is everything okay? Did something happen and you don’t want to tell me?”

“W-what? No no nothing...nothing happened I promise. I just needed some air. It was getting a little intense back there. Sorry I’m just not used to being around so many, you know-” You trailed off and hoped Pedro wasn’t offended by your words because the last thing you wanted him to think was that he was bringing you to anxiety-inducing gatherings. 

Your smile faltered when you finally glanced at him, finding it near impossible to not shift your attention to the unbuttoned collar and the godforsaken inanimate object hanging around his neck. Pedro was taking in your changing expressions, trying his hardest to figure out what was going through your mind and hoping it mirrored what was going through his.

But he didn’t have to wonder for too long because all of a sudden, you were reaching up and pushing his shirt apart, and he felt his heart skip a beat when your fingers lightly trailed across the chain he was wearing. He didn’t dare to say anything, afraid you’d break out of whatever trance you were in. He hoped to whatever higher power existing out there that he wasn’t misreading the situation because he wasn’t sure how much more he needed to control himself. You continued to stare at him as you traced the outline of the cold metal, slipping your hand beneath it to touch his skin. Pedro shivered when one of your nails scratched at the hollow juncture just below his Adam’s apple and he all but lost it when feather-light touches skimmed over the cartilage moving down his throat. Your fingers descended down his throat again, and he ceased to breathe when you twirled his chain around your index finger before tilting your head to the side in interest. When you licked your lower lip and began to lean forward, Pedro couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Fuck…” The growled expletive snapped you out of your haze and you snatched your hands away, about to start apologizing to him and begging him to pretend that you weren’t just pretty much assaulting the man in public.

Pedro regretted the way he responded to you when he saw sheer panic and fear etched on your beautiful features. He didn’t think of what he was doing as he pushed you further into the wall and cornered you between his arms. Pedro wanted to make sure you weren’t about to run away from him because now that he had you here, with a pretty good idea of what you were thinking of, he wasn’t about to let you go. 

You watched as his jaw muscles clenched tightly, unable to look away from his dark eyes as he stared down at you.

“I thought I was imagining things...the entire day. You’ve been...you kept on looking at me like...like you were- like I was-” Pedro gulped to try and contain his thoughts, not wanting to scare you by what he’s been thinking of when he caught you looking at him like you wanted to devour him. “Every time I looked at you, you would either look away or pretend you were talking to someone else. But fuck baby I didn’t think- didn’t think you’d ever...fuck. I can’t stop thinking about you sweetheart, and if I’d known that it would take me wearing this fucking chain...goddamn, I would have worn it a long time ago if it meant you’d look at me like you were imagining...that I- that we- Please...I- I...shit, are we on the same page here baby or am I completely misreading this entire situation?” Pedro stuttered through his admission and you weren’t sure if you found it cute or sexy that he was trying to hold back from telling you what he’s been thinking about. 

“Pedro-”

He wasn’t sure who leaned in first, and he couldn’t care less if he was being honest, because you were in his arms, devouring his lips and fisting your hands in his shirt as he snuck his tongue into your mouth and kissed you with every ounce of his being. You sighed into him as you felt his hand slip into your hair at the nape of your neck and pull on it. You were thankful that he had his other arm wrapped around you because you felt faint with every little moan he whispered into your mouth. Nothing could have prepared you for the intensity of his kiss. You would never tell him but watching his on-screen kisses did something to you and you always thought he would be generous with whoever he was with but this, this was something else. It was a cliché but this must have been what it felt like to watch a shooting star fly through the sky. It had to be. It was magical, intimate, and absolutely breathtaking. 

When Pedro pulled away and looked down at you, he couldn’t help but push himself flush against your heaving chest, once again swearing when he felt your shivering hands slip beneath his shirt and pull on the chain. He followed your lead and molded his lips with yours, this time more carefully and with less desperation. You smiled against him, and let out a deep breath when you felt him smile into the kiss. Pulling away from him, you rested your head on his chest and let go of his shirt, trailing your hands across his back to try and somehow pull him closer to you.

“I- I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.” His voice was soft, exuding calmness and joy. But you could hear his heartbeat and you knew he was just as nervous as you.

“Me too.” 

Pedro grabbed your shoulders and pushed you away so he could take a look at you.

“This isn’t a- I’m not...I’m all in baby. I’m all in, if- if you want to give us a shot. Please.” Silence enveloped the air around you and you looked into Pedro’s eyes, finding nothing but love and hope and happiness in them. You’d always wanted to make him happy, he deserved the world. And now that you knew you could, it was indescribable. 

“I’m yours Pedro.” 

You smiled when you noticed the familiar dimples take over his expression, sighing in relief when he pulled you against him once more and tightened his hold on you.

“Let’s get out of here.” He grabbed your hand and moved towards the restaurant. 

“What? No wait Pedro this is your day. I’m not- we could figure this out after tonight. I’m not about to ruin your night. It can wait.” Your eyes widened in surprise when he stepped towards you and grabbed your cheeks so you could look at him.

“Baby...I waited to hear you say those words for too damn long. I need to have you all to myself tonight. Please. I’m- I’m begging here. They won’t mind I promise. I just- I want you in my arms. I want to touch you and kiss every inch of you and hold you until you get tired of me. I want to whisper sweet things in your ears and show you how much I lo- how much I care about you. I want you. And I can’t wait anymore. Please hermosa.” Pedro noticed the small gasp emanating from your lips at the last nickname, and he raised an eyebrow when you turned away from him to look at something else.

“Oh, good to know.” He laughed when you narrowed your eyes at him in annoyance.

“Come home with me hermosa. Please.” He knew he had your undivided attention when you looked up at him, barely holding back from smiling because you could never refuse anything when he used that tone with you. 

“Ok.”

Pedro leaned in one last time and kissed your forehead before taking your hand and walking back inside. Well this was going to be interesting. 

[love-prerecorded]

Aren’t they simply the best of friends??

[ap-trash-compactor]

more SWTOR whining -- hopefully the cut works on mobile

I *do* have a gripe with moments in the game where player choice feels particularly illusory or irrelevant -- when you make a "choice" with a character and a subsequent scene completely disregards or undermines it, mostly, and to a lesser extent when all the dialogue "options" are really similar and very bad. In the SI storyline, the fact that Andronikos never stops flirting at you even if you NEVER take any of the flirt options really bugged me, especially because... from the start of chapter 2 to the end of chapter 3 the story has a really desperate, race-against-time vibe. Thanaton is out to get you, the republic will shoot you on sight, your allies keep dying, and the ghosts in your brain are trying to shred you from the inside out. And Andronikos is like "heyyyyy so I know you're dying of Ghost Brain Problems and there's a Sith Lord trying to murder you and have some stuff you really need to take care of, but.... what if you took a little vacation instead? Little vaca? Little time off, with me, now?" Bro your timing is Very Bad and the PC rejecting or ignoring those dialogue options should really.... really stop them from recurring relentlessly. Or, after Urtel dies, you have three things you can say to House Thul about him, and all of them are cruel. If you took the romance option w him you should get at least one diplomatic thing to say -- it doesn't even have to be nice! I'll settle for "not overtly mean." Like, the choices in one moment and options/characterization available in a later one feel completely unrelated. All of which brings me to... You guessed it. Quinn. I assiduously avoided all but ONE of the flirt options in all of the dialogue with him because they always seemed toto inapropro and contrary to Chwayat's personality, and the couple times I did try to test drive them they were.... so cringe, and again, not a characterization I wanted to play through. I took one. Singular. One. In all of chapter one and so far in chapter two. That "one" came at the end of an otherwise very professional convo and that one literally consisted of saying that he could maybe lighten up a little, maybe, just a suggestion, and let's get back to work now. So when the game launched a convo where he was like "maybe I'm mistaken my lord but i believe you expressed an interest in me beyond the professional" it was like "BITCH WHERE." Peak cringe. So uncomfortable. I can see how this would have sounded different if I'd been playing Chwayat differently and had taken all the Aggressive Sexual Harrasser dialogue options in the prior convos, but it had a... distinctly awkward vibe. And on top of that, well, the dialogue options in the convo were.... see that bit above about Urtel? Yeah. I played through every combo of dialogue (thank god for the blessings of the esc key) and they all sucked. And like.... in addition to being frustrating in the same way the light/dark alignment toggle is frustrating in that it makes player choices feel meaningless, it's also frustrating because I think there's something narratively compelling about the general *idea* of an SW/Quinn romance, so it would be nice to have dialogue options that were in any way in line with.... prior player choices. That supported more than one characterization for the SW. It just feels super forced.

[whitedress]

☕️ me because i'm my own controversial topic

true i hate you sm duh 🤦🏻‍♀️

jk i love you amber!!!! you are so funny and witty (but your inapropro jokes alksjdfljdfs no) i love how we talk every day and we can relate to a lotttt of things!! you are such a little bean pls never change!!! also that was the coffee emoji smh ^^

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@rakkirrrowch​ said ;  rolls up to them with a bunch of handmade replacement vases in a cart, and immediately starts handing them off. ‘here! i made a bunch so y’wont hafta sell my guts n’ stuff. this one’s got a rainbow and THIS one’s got a smiley face and this one has a fishy and that one has a butterfly and THIS one’s kinda inapropro but the art world tends to love that kinda stuff. right?! I made sure to use a bunch of colors so they were even nice ‘n gaudy like the ones i broke!’

                          Different vases were placed directly on top of Azul’s desk, taking space as the papers that were once visible on top of it were now covered by said vases Lucky was placing.  An eyebrow twitched as the young man stared at such artistic abominations. His eyes were simply unable to comprehend how a human being could be so messy at making vases, yet he kept his words to himself as a way to proceed to observe each of his creations. After all, he was sure that later on, he would certainly give his very honest opinion on them as they certainly had a quite… peculiar design to say. 

One after another, Lucky showed him all the vases he did. One had a rainbow on it, another one had a messy smile painted on it, then another with a rather odd-looking fish, and so on. Truth be told, Azul was still pissed over the other male having broken most if not all the vases that were in that small part of Octavinelle, yet as Lucky kept on placing more and more vases over his desk, it was quite inevitable for Azul to slowly realize that unconsciously,, a smile was now crawling upon his lips.

This man…He really was unfixable right?

Releasing a sigh, Azul proceeded to extend a gloved hand and hold one of Lucky’s creations. an eyebrow twitched even the slightest upon now noticing the little details in a more close up look, yet as much as he would have loved to actually sell Lucky’s organs and get new high-quality vases, he was too tired and too busy to even bother, not to mention that his creations did manage to surprisingly take out a very small and unnoticeable chuckle.

Pushing the vases carefully to the side, (and with a little bit of disgust) Azul proceeded to talk; “Alright, alright… If you— stop making these colorful abominations, I will forgive you, but only for this time” a sigh now escaped his lips “After all, I’m Octavinelle’s dorm leader and as everyone knows, Octavinelle was founded upon the pitiful heart of the sea witch… It would be unthinkable to know that the dorm leader doesn’t share these traits as well… ” Now that was a rather unexpected reaction coming from Azul. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze now to his papers that were back in front of him;

“now leave, leave before I change my mind.”

[carriejonesbooks]

Strange Wedding Stories and Themes - Loving the Strange

Strange Wedding Stories and Themes – Loving the Strange

This week we’re checking out on strange wedding stories. There are so many, it’s a bit hard to choose, honestly. But check it out with us! And maybe be thankful that it’s not you. Wedding Themes can get weird. Weddings can go horribly wrong. The songs can be a little inapropro. OTHER LINKS WE…

[poubelle-squelette]

I love your undyne and alphys tbh they are the cutest, also I can imagine them being godmothers to papyrus's kids and OH NO ITS CUTE

omg yes. like you know craig from dream daddy? how he has that little baby carrier so he can work out. TOTALLY UNDYNE WHEN SHE’S BABYSITTING.

also also! imagine! alphys watching some anime with the bab and then it gets to the inapropro parts and she has to cover their eyes

playdates!!

omg omg the day all the skeletons are born they’re like

“W-wow! W-we should have s-some cute n-nicknames for them!”

“But they gotta be KICK-ASS nicknames! Like BONE CRUSHER!”

“A b-bit on the n-nose for a skeleton, s-sweetie. M-maybe Kissy Cutie.”

“WOWIE, YOU BOTH SURE DO STINK AT NAMING THINGS.”

basically they’re a super q family

[gigglygrumps]

What did Julian say about DD? :o

“So yeah Dream Daddy really rubs me the wrong way, having watched its development and played a beta build, I just don’t think anybody cared about creating a quality product while making it because they knew it’d get good reviews for “virtue signaling” or whatever it’s called by people smarter than me. I’m sure that’s really obvious to anyone reading this, but I wanted to go on record because for months I was told not to talk about the game in public and I hated having to be vague about criticizing it. I’m kind of glad I was forbidden from being a Negative Nancy though, it kind of reminded me to put things into perspective instead of raging like a nerd. I hope it helps some gay 13-year-old kid learn to be okay with his sexuality so he can mature past that kind of poor writing when he grows up.As an aside I think whoever the character artist was did a commendable job with the dumb characters they were assigned to draw, so at least somebody knew what they were doing.Edit:To who it may concern: I hold a firm belief that a creator’s vision should be allowed to live on its own terms, no matter what. My impression on this case remains for now, but I sincerely hope I’m wrong about it. Neither I nor anybody else should be able to take your pride in what you’ve made away from you if you really feel it.”

And there’s been other stuff - there’s another post on his tumblr (yollgraveyard) that’s really inapropro cause it uses a slur so I won’t post it here but it also has to do with dream daddy. AND if you peruse my blog a little further down I THINK is a google doc about more stuff Julian has said about it.

[hulklinging]

"If you touch me, I'm gonna bite your neck!" Says some weird little boy, trying to be cool and just sounding super inapropro....

[221bshrlocked]

II. Teach Me

Shiny & New Masterlist

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader

Words: 2410 (can you believe I wrote something under 4K?)

Warnings: Inapropro touches in public. Confessions. Oral sex (male receiving).

A/N: Here is part two you hoes. Let me know how I’m doing in the comments please. I think this may be the shortest thing I’ve written in two years?

It wasn't that things were weird between the two of you after that night. It was that things weren't, far from it actually. Pedro was more touchy, and if you weren't overthinking things, he was more flirty as well. And the odd thing was, he didn't even care if anyone was around. He constantly found a way to touch you, whether it was a quick nudge to your waist or a soft caress of your lower back as he passed behind you. And then there were the dangerous smiles and low-key remarks full of innuendoes. You thought you were imagining all of this but there was no denying the bulge you felt against your back when he pulled you into his lap as soon as you stepped into the jacuzzi.

You said nothing of it, trying your hardest to continue whatever conversation you were having with Sarah without giving yourself or him away. He laughed at something Sarah said and leaned over, briefly kissing your shoulder blade before slithering one arm across your navel and pushing you down harder on him. You bite back a moan when you feel him twitch against you, unintentionally digging your nails into his thighs when his other hand slowly dips beneath your swimsuit piece.

It's a battle of who's a better actor, with Pedro pretending he was just having a chat and you trying to not make it obvious that you were practically getting fingered in front of your best friends. The lighter his touches became, the more difficult it was to keep it together. What was only a few minutes felt like hours and you sighed in relief when Oscar said that lunch was ready. You waited until everyone left the pool area before you turned around and looked at Pedro.

"Are you out of your mind?" There was no malice in your voice and Pedro smiled before leaning over and kissing down your neck.

"Yes...fuck, yes I am baby. I'm so goddamn crazy for you hermosa. You drive me mad...dreaming of you every night only to wake up with nothing but the memory of you in my arms." You melt into his embrace, trying not to make any noise as he bites down on your skin and leaves marks where his hands could reach,

"Pe-Pedro...please, I- I need..."

"I know what you need baby, I know exactly what you need. And I'll give it to you real good sweetheart...just stay over. D-don't leave, please. Stay here with me...stay here with me." There's a shift in his tone and you can't help but feel like there's perhaps more to this than you thought. And the hope that flutters through your heart doesn't scare you as much as you thought it would.

"Please oh god..." The hand around your waist is trailing up your stomach and you finally give in to him as he cups and kneads at your tits.

"Fucking tell me you'll stay querida." Pedro shakes you in his arms once, pulling at the hair on the nape of your neck until your throat was exposed to him. He licks the skin of your chest up to your jaw and hums at the taste of you, pulling away just in time to see goosebumps erupt on your skin.

"I'll- fuck...I'll stay. I'll stay...n-not going anywhere. I-"

"Sweet fucking girl...never letting you go now." Pedro whispers as he molds his lips with yours, swallowing your moans and deepening the kiss when you gasp at his needy touches.

You inhale deeply when he finally lets you go and stands up. By the time you're opening your eyes, Pedro is looking down and smiling devilishly at you. He stills has his arms wrapped around your back and chuckles at you when your knees buckle at feeling him so near to you.

"That good huh?" You're looking away when he winks, quickly moving out of the spa area and grabbing a towel while Pedro drys his chest and puts on a shirt. Your eyes scan the backyard and when you don't find anyone, you dare to turn around, eyes widening in embarrassment when you see Pedro fixing himself through his swimsuit.

He walks towards you and helps you put on your dress, never once breaking eye contact as his hands move across your wet skin.

"Hurry the fuck up baby chicken!" You snap out of your haze when you hear Oscar yelling from inside, smiling at Pedro as he grabs your hand and moves towards the house.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, with Pedro glancing at you every once in a while and waiting until you smile at him before he goes back to whatever he was doing. You hope you're not reading too much into this, especially now that there were more emotions involved than before. It felt like he was perhaps as nervous as you but there was no way that was true. A man who touched you so shamelessly in front of your friends wouldn't suddenly grow nervous over you staying over. Right?

"Alright heart eyes, I'll see you later." You pretend you don't hear Oscar teasing Pedro as he's leaving, waving your goodbyes as you begin to clean up after everyone. You hear the front door close and immediately head to the kitchen, trying to not seem too nervous now that you're left alone with Pedro.

A solid warm body creeps up from behind you and you drop the plate in the sink when you feel Pedro's hands crawling up your stomach.

"I satisfied myself all of these weeks with the mere thought of you hermosa..."

You shiver at his hoarse voice, shutting your eyes and allowing your head to fall back on his shoulder as he begins to leave a trail of wet kisses down your throat.

"How does that make you feel baby? Knowing that I can't stop thinking about you...fuck sweetheart you're the prettiest goddamn sight in the world." Pedro is turning you around in his arms in an instant, shoving his tongue down your throat and keeping you flush against him as he makes his way back to the couch, the same couch he almost fucked you on not a whole month ago.

"Pedro...oh god, please. I- want to...to-"

"What do you want baby? I'll give you anything, everything...just please let me keep kissing you." His desperate pleas twist the inside of your stomach and you reluctantly lay a hand on his chest and push him away. Pedro's eyes panic and he lets go of you immediately, not wanting to force you into anything you didn't want.

"Wait...I- I want to know what this is," you motion between the two of you, ignoring the way he's licking his lips and looking back at you, "because- fuck, this is harder than I thought it would be. I can't lose you Pedro but I can't lie and pretend that I don't...want more with you. Ever since what we did, I can't- it's like everything made sense all of a sudden. I don't know why I never thought of this but you were so sweet and caring and kind and everything perfect. I can't do this if you aren't...if you just want to-" Pedro suddenly steps forward and takes hold of your neck, making sure you're meeting his gaze before he opens his mouth.

"I wasn't lying when I said I'm crazy about you querida. And- if I'm being honest, I've had these feelings long before you asked me to sleep with you. Ever since I met you baby, I always pictured you in my arms, having lunch with me, staying over every night...coming to events with me. I wanted you then and I want you now." His words are soothing and you shut your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand before you decide to ask him what you've been dying to know ever since the morning.

"Why didn't you say anything Pedro?" I could have been with you for so long.

"Because...I didn't think you'd ever consider me." Pedro looks away when he confesses his fear, not wanting to see the look on your face should you agree with him.

"Are you serious?" You frown at him and almost pull away when he smiles sadly at you.

"I'm older than you sweetheart, a lot older than you. The thought of you rejecting me was...unbearable."

He's shocked when he feels your arms wrap dramatically around his neck just as your lips seek his own. But he's pulling you in soon after, smiling when you moan and beg for him to bring you closer to him.

"I'll take it you don't mind then?" He asks between kisses, laughing when you push him down on the couch and straddle him. His hands are roaming your back before he squeezes and grasps at your ass. He can already himself harden beneath you the more you buck your hips against him.

"Fuck baby you're a dream...my fucking dream." There is a hint of reluctance in his voice and you let go of him and look into his eyes as you whisper your assurances.

"I'm here Pedro...not going anywhere. I promise." He's about to lean up again to taste your lips when you move down his body and kneel between his thighs.

"Wha- what're you doing honey?" He gulps at the sight of you kneeling at his feet, pupils dilating as soon as he feels your hands cupping his cock through his shorts.

"I want to taste you Pedro, please. You- you promised. Please, will you teach me? Will you teach me how to take your cock in my mouth? I want you to come down my throat...want to know how to touch you, pleasure you...make you lose control." Your words are enough to make him hard. Pedro can't believe what he's hearing and your request shoots straight to his dick when he realizes that this is probably your first blowjob.

"Fuck...yeah alright go on baby. Touch me, take what you want...let me feel those pretty lips wrapped around me cock." Pedro raises his hips just as you pull down his shorts, moaning when he sees the way you eye his cock like you were about to feast on him.

"God...I touched myself every night Pedro...picturing your cock sliding into my pussy, stretching me out...filling me up. But you're so much thicker than I remember. So thick and hard for me. Is- is this all for me?" He's sure you're not aware of the effect you're having on him or else you would stop so he wouldn't come so soon.

"Yeah honey, it's for you. All for you. Why don't you be a good little girl and open your mouth. Open it sweetheart and take my cock. Go on, I'll be gentle." He thumbs your jaw and clenches his jaw when you slowly take the head of his dick between your lips. He forces himself to not buck his hips against you, knowing that you needed to get used to the size of him before he tried anything. The curiosity etched on your face as you explore him makes him wish he could push you down on all fours and fuck you until you couldn't remember anything but his name. But he bites into his lower lip to try and have a semblance of control over his body.

"Oh ff-fuck...so wet and warm. Pretty girl...sweet fucking girl." His words make you moan around him and you shut your eyes to try and take him a little deeper. Pedro is torn between keeping his eyes open to commit every single moment to memory and shutting it to enjoy the softness of your throat. But he keeps them open, watching as you switched between licking the precum rolling down his length and sucking on the side of his cock while you rubbed the tip.

"Shit fuck baby...it's okay. You- you don't have to sweetheart...we'll get you there. I'll train this cute mouth of yours to gag on my cock...just enjoy this for now, fuck. So good. So fucking good." Pedro is looking at you with desperation and neediness in his eyes and you pull back to lick at the underside of his cock before leaving wet kisses on his balls. His grip tightens around your hair, unable to decide whether that was the most innocent or the filthiest fucking thing he's ever seen. You're not shy anymore, and Pedro enjoys the sight of you as spit drools down your chin and onto his dick. You're messy and wet and shameless in your touches. Absolutely fucking beautiful.

"You taste so good," it's a faint whisper but his cock twitches in your hand at the exclamation and he gulps nervously when he feels your grip harden around his dick. Fucking hell, how's he already so close?

"Please baby, let me come. Want to come down your throat, fill you up before I fuck this tight cunt again. Take my cock hermosa...take it like the filthy little girl you are. Shit, baby I'm so close...so- so fucking close." He finally throws his head back when your lips enclose around him again, breathing growing erratic when warm hand jerks off the rest of him while the other cups his balls. He's moaning your name and swearing all sorts of curses in Spanish, never once noticing how much it turns you on when he loses control.

"Shit shit fuck oh god- oh baby baby I'm- cuh..coming ff-fuck!" You take him just a tad bit deeper right before you feel hot, long spurts of cum shooting down your throat. It almost feels like he's coming for minutes on end and you squeeze and suck on his dick until he gets too sensitive and pushes you off of him. Pedro looks down just in time to see you collect the cum trailing down your chin and lick it off of your thumb.

"Fucking beautiful." He whispers and mirrors your smile before he pulls you up into his lap again. You're shocked when he kisses you, moaning in surprise when you feel his tongue exploring your mouth. When Pedro finally pulls away to allow you to breathe, he's laughing again at the hazy look on your face.

"W-was I any good?" The reluctance and shyness in your voice makes him almost grow hard again.

"Well, practice does make perfect sweetheart. And I plan on practicing with you all night long."

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[fiercerebekah]

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                      There was a lull in the activity at the ball. A moment when Rebekah found herself alone in a corridor with the Bulgarian princess. She saw fit, after a few too many glasses of honey wine, to press up against Katerina and lean in as though she might whisper a secret. But not a word was spoken as she grazed her lips over the shell of Katerina’s ear, down to her pulse point to kiss so tenderly. Then, without prompting, she bit down lightly and pulled away with a giggle.  ❛ Just giving you a proper greeting, Princess. ❜  //  neck bite meme // @bourbonandheels