#Wild Rose: Pleasure and Pain

[acoustic-crayons]

He's here to turn in the Wanted Dead or Alive Bounty(dead) and even brought some flowers as well, much to his brother's embarrassment

Hickory could've gone without seeing his brother's strange attempts to flirt.

[ghettogirly]

how do you think armando would react if y’all had the most passionate sex and you left in the middle of the night, acted like nothing had happened at work

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍:

-> synopsis. you and armando had the best night, yet, why do you still choose to pretend to not feel the same?

-> pairing: 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 “𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐀“

-> warning: heavy smut, slight dumbification, mix of bodily fluids, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), angst, mature language, Selena is really annoying, Minors DNI.

-> authors note: thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! this is probably my proudest work yet. If anyone wants to be apart of my taglist, comment below.

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆: Screwin - Summer Walker ft. Omarion.

[🕷️]

𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 and red roses slowly glided off the duvet as he moves up and down, matching the male’s thrusts into the helpless girl beneath. Triads of gasps and moans filled the room as the two made love, slaps echoed throughout while the two lovers’ skin connected with each other.

The connections created a white ring around the latino’s cock, caused by the mix of juices between the woman and him. Selena’s back arched as she gripped on the man’s broad shoulders, giving him small, red scratches that would probably lift up by tomorrow.

“Fuck… just like that.” She breathed, running his hands through his hair as he continued to thrust into her.

“You like that?”

Selena doesn’t even have time to answer, the man diving into her neck. Kissing her soft, melanated skin while he leaves a trail of burgundy marks. He quickens his pace, pushing his whole length inside of her, bottoming her out causing her to whine out in pleasure and a little bit of pain. “Ohhh, fuck!”

“You’re taking me so well baby..”

He laughed at your whining, enjoying seeing you lose yourself further and further for him, seeing yourself get frustrated. “You’re so fucking wet..” biting her earlobe ever so gently as he speeds up his pace. His cock pistoning in and out of you cashing him to grunt, losing the ability to control himself more and more.

“Oh fuck baby, please please please..” Selena babbles, the pleasure now being the only feeling there as it clouds her mind. This being the only thing now controlling her cognition and behaviour.

“Agárrate por mí, nena, ya casi estoy ahí..”

“I can’t, i can’t!”

A random act stops her continuous period of babbling, feeling something enter her mouth. It was his thumb, he quickly pulled it out, it making a small ‘Pop!’ sound while a string of saliva comes with it. Dropping on the woman’s exposed torso. Too blinded by the pleasure going on within her, she fails to recognise what he’s just done, until she feels it.

Wet trails of just saliva lead from the top of her vagina to the clit as he slowly presses on it and starts running gently. Armando wraps his one arm around your shoulders as he now continues to pound into the hispanic woman while circling her clit, sending shockwaves through her body due to the temperature play demonstrated by the man. The hot sensation of your clit contrasts with the cool temperature of your man’s thumb, causing them little hairs on your body to stand up, generating goosebumps. Selena’s jet black hair sticks to the pillow as the sweat generating from her head creates a glue type consistency onto the silk pillow behind her.

Her eyes roll back and she stops clawing on the males back, instead throwing her arms to the sides of her. The emotions of arousal causing her to submit to them being too much for the poor girl. Pulsating on the latino’s dick, her lips part. “I can’t wait, i need to..”

The man looks into her eyes. Her heterochromatic eyes stare right back at him. A connection of lust, passion, and weirdly enough, love. Leaning forward, Armando embraces her into a kiss, roughly attacking her lips like a wild animal chasing its prey. Not getting enough of her taste. The woman engages with it just as hard, seeming as if though, she does not want to let him go either. His thrusts become more erratic, clearly reaching his climax too.

“Let’s do it together baby, i’m going to cum in you so fucking bad. i need to-“

“Oh fuck!!”

Without warning, a rush of pleasure cascades down the light-skinned girl, causing her toes to curl as she releases all her juices on him. The woman’s orgasm elicited a sense of relief from the latinx male as he too begins to move faster, his skin slapping against hers before releasing his load into her. His pace begins to slow down, his hips still jolting but dying down ever so slightly. “te sientes tan bien nena..” Armando whispered to the exhausted woman below.

“I fucking love you.”

[🕷️]

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 3 am in the morning. Selena looked to the left of her and saw a muscular arm over her stomach with the caramel toned male, nuzzling into her neck. His expression was unreadable but he seemed to be at peace with the slow, shallow breathing he did. Finally having a good nights sleep, the first in a while.

Still, even with the comfort of the man lying next to her, she felt ashamed to be here. Or yet, embarrassed. She slept with her boss’s son again. Only supposed to be a one time thing, yet, she foolishly agreed to be friends with benefits. However now, her feelings were involved. She was confused on what to do..

Sighing, she slowly removed his arm before throwing a shirt over her. Selena began to collect her things, guilt washing over her face as she looked back at the male.

He was still sleeping, his pink lips slightly parted as he begins to exhale out of his mouth too.

“I knew i shouldn’t have done this..” The woman whispered to herself, holding the silver crusted pendant that was hanging off her neck, the one Armando got her. Sadness began to creep down her as she basked in her thoughts, negative thoughts at that. “You’re leading him on, he deserves for you to tell him straight up.”

But, how was she leading him on if she loved him too?

How does she love him, if one day she pretends she hates him?

How do you love him if you feel like you’ve sinned after making love?

A deep voice suddenly breaks her train of thought as she hears a ruffle of sheets on the bed and someone clearing their throat. “What are you doing mamí..?”

Selena looks at him with regret filling her eyes, the brown iris now illuminating as the male turns on the lamp next to him.

“Armando..”

“¿De verdad estás huyendo de nuevo?”

“I am not running away. Don’t fucking insult me like that. We haven’t even established what we are, are we lovers, friends with benefits or am i just a girl you use whenever you’re bored!”

“I just fucking said i love you, dejar de tratar de jugar a la víctima. To think that the first time you did this i thought you was overwhelmed because of how sudden it was.”

“You could’ve just said that in the moment-“

“SHUT UP!” Anger boomed from his voice as he shouted, knocking the lamp over in the process as he looked at you with rage but love in his eyes. “Do not try and manipulate me just because you are confused with what you want.”

That silenced her. At a loss for words, she didn’t even bother saying anything else. Was she really manipulative?

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄. Not only was she ignoring Armando, still hurt about what he said, he was ignoring her too. Making her job easier, which only hurt her more. Was Selena upset because he was right? She loved him so much but why did she not show him that?

Every-time the group had to talk, they would sit apart from each other. Group celebrations were awkward too, Armando didn’t even glance at the poor girl, treating her as if she didn’t even exist. A game that she started, ended up being ran by the true player as she realised she could never beat him in his own game.

She noticed. As did everyone else too. It wasn’t until Kelly had to ask you what was wrong was where you just fell apart. “I fucked up so so bad Kelly. He hates me.” She sobbed into her hands, her hair a mess as sadness yet desperation hung over her head. All the other woman could do was comfort her as she cried into her arms.

Little did she know there was someone behind that door who heard it all.

However, footsteps trailed away from the door, leaving the love they had behind.

[🕷️] 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

“Agárrate por mí, nena, ya casi estoy ahí”-Hold on for me, baby, i’m almost there

“te sientes tan bien nena..”- You feel so good baby..

“¿De verdad estás huyendo de nuevo?” - Are you really running away again?

“dejar de tratar de jugar a la víctima.” - Do not try and play the victim.

[seveett]

“ BAD BOY .”

DISCLAIMER; ok first off, i havent written in a WHILE…,,, and secondly, this is like a sort of joke between me n my friend Dani (😭) Pairing(s); Tony stark x Top Amab reader ★ cws; edging, belly bulge, overstimulation (not proof read.)

“No touching, Anthony.” You said, gripping his wrist as his hand tried to grab onto his cock. Tony went wild when you called him by his real name instead of his nickname, he could get hard just by hearing you say that, especially in that tone.

You had been edging him for a while now, having him whine and whimper beneath you, squirming in your touch desprate in the need of release.

“Please, i’ll be good. I need to cum-” He desperately begged you, tears streaming down his face, his other hand gripping the sheets tightly as you continued your thrust, slowing down a bit.

“You’ve been a bad boy, remember? You can cum when i say so.” You told him as his whined at the last sentence, his hard cock dribbling out pre-cum.

“Am i gonna have to tie your hands behind your back, or are you going to behave?” You questioned, watching as he nodded fastly.

“Good..” You resumed your thrust at a faster pace, he moaned out in pleasure as your tip brushed against his prostate, his back arching and his mouth forming the perfect ‘o’ shape.

His nailed raked down your back causing a sting of pain but you were to caught up in the pleasure to care, besides, you gave him a fair share of marks too.

Hickeys littering all over his neck, his chest, bites printed on the insides and outsides of his thighs.

Your eyes trailed down his body, eyes stopping as you noticed a bulge in his stomach, moving every time you did.

“Look at that, ‘M all up in your guts tony..” You said in a low tone. His eyes opened, trailing down to where you were staring, his eyes widened a little as he saw the bulge.

He placed his hand over it, pushing down on it causing him to moan out loudly. As for you, it only encouraged you to fuck his harder, faster.

“You close, Tones?” You asked, looking down at the man beneath you, nodding desperately. “Yes- God, please i’m so close.” He said desperately, teetering on the edge as his cock leaked more pre-cum onto his stomach.

“Cum for me, Tony. Do it.” You order, watching as he came all over himself, his back arching as he moaned out your name loudly.

You continued your thrust, speeding up on purpose, pushing him into overstimulation as he came down from his high.

He gripped your shoulder tightly, biting his lip hard as you kept abusing his prostate, hitting all the right spots.

“You can cum for me again. i know you can, Baby.” You said looking at him as he shook his head, “I cant, please..” He whined.

“I know you can. be a good boy and cum for me again, alright?” You told him, gripping his cock and stroking it in sync with your thrust, he practically screamed this time as he came again, breathing heavily.

You felt your own climax nearly, twitching inside of his hole as his walls squeezed around you, he felt your twitching which was his sign of knowing you were close.

“Insssidee..” He slurred out, his legs wrapping around your waist tighter. “You want me to breed you, huh?” You said teasingly, he nodded eagerly.

“pleasepleaseplease…” he begged, his walls hugging your cock tighter, and that threw you over the edge as you filled him with your seed.

Your thrust came to a stop after you finished riding out your orgasm, you both were breathing heavily as you pressed your forehead against his.

“We are definitely doing this again.” He said, a grin on his face as his chest rose and fell, a breathy laugh escaping his mouth.

᪤; works belong to seveett, do not translate, copy or repost anywhere.

dt: @fizzyyelf

[lilacxquartz]

part 15 of 19 of kinktober: period sex

toji fushiguro x reader

plot: ever helpful, toji recommends something else for pain relief — themes: periods, blood, messy sex, smut, f!reader — a/n: i hc him being very, very into you when you’re on your period bc you’d also be super clingy :) — w.c: 500ish

kinktober masterlist • main masterlist • ao3

“You know what would solve those cramps of yours?” Toji asked you with a half grin, his lips ticking a slight crease in his cheeks.

Tilting your head to the side, you responded in a confused tone, “What’s that?”

“Period sex,” he announced like it was some sort of grand revelation, “trust me, babe, it’s a thing. Having an orgasm will lighten the pain and will leave ya feeling like a million bucks.”

“I dunno about that one,” you hesitated, “I mean, I feel so gross and bad… like, are you sure that’s okay for you?”

“There’s never a moment where you don’t look like the hottest thing to me, doll,” he assured, brushing his hands around your bare thighs while drinking in the sight of you. Even while you were wearing one of his old t-shirts and with messy hair and a grumpy pout, he still couldn’t get enough of you.

“If you think it’ll help, then maybe…” you considered, wanting to be rid of those pesky pains.

“Trust me,” he replied with a lower voice, his demeanour quickly becoming serious and thick with building arousal, “just lay back and let me help you feel good.”

Toji didn’t waste a second before he was already kneeling in between your legs, his strong form hovering over you. He didn’t seem to mind the blood that quickly clung against his fingers as he parted your lips and teased at your entrance, seeming to take in some sort of pleasure from seeing the blood stain your skin.

Guiding himself forward, he released his throbbing length and pressed it against your awaiting sex; pushing himself forward, eyes fluttering back as the heat rose to envelop around his cock. Gently, he rolled his hips forward while pulling your legs up, swinging the ankles around his shoulders.

Toji thrust himself forward before swaying back, feeling the arousal continue to only build further and further as the blood seemed to only fuel his desire. You were wetter, lubricated by sticky clinging crimson, tighter and even warmer than usual and such a sight sent him into almost a wild frenzy of deep arousal.

He leaned in over you, allowing your legs to wrap right around him before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His pace then quickened, succumbing to a feverishly bucking fervour, laughing idly to himself as your moans were otherwise drowned out by his lips on yours.

Pulling back ever so slightly, he lined his face closer to your ear, whispering you praise, “You feel so amazing, you know.”

He leaned back, taking in the way you looked when he looked back down at you before continuing again, feeling both himself and you get closer. With an assigned thumb on your clit, he flicked at the bud before pistoning himself further, driving his length into your core while he brought you over to the edge.

“I’m close,” you warned, feeling the rising heat build and coil and constrict, your legs clenching as the dual crescendo screwed and hit; his final thrust was heavy, deep and sighing and you felt him melt into your core, while admittedly you felt the rising tension sweep, settle and finally soothe your aching stomach.

To your surprise, he was right.

It did help.

And now he had you all needy and cuddly in his arms, so he won too.

[heauxvibez]

Tension

warning: Smut (+18)

She currently served as a physical therapist for the WWE, her work quickly capturing the attention of the towering 6 ft 3 wrestler. From the moment their eyes met, a spark ignited. Vivid fantasies consumed his mind and he imagined himself held captive in the curves of her thick thighs, her hands helplessly pinned above her head while she begged for his touch.

Although his thoughts of her were lustful, genuine feelings lingered below. Roman's approach, however, focused on the pursuit of feeling her warm, wet walls around him.

Reclining on the table he had specifically ordered for these sessions, Roman's anticipation ate him up as he awaited her arrival. His hamstring troubles had forced him to not perform at the best of his abilities, he was looking forward to the relief her skilled hands would bring to his aching muscles.

As he mindlessly scrolled through Instagram, he was interrupted by her entrance into the room. He watched her appreciatively, taking in the sight of her pretty, black curls claw-clipped into a wild bun, much like his. Soft tendrils of hair dangled near her sideburns. She had done a quick wash and go and was proud of herself for making it look as good as it did.

She exuded a quiet confidence, her small frame enveloped by the vibrant hues of her floral scrubs.

"Thanks again for coming to my house to do this. I know today was your day off," he acknowledged, his voice portraying a hint of gratitude tinged with longing.

"No, it's fine. I didn't have anything better to do," she replied with a soft smile and a shrug. Honestly, if anyone else had asked her to do so, she would’ve immediately denied. But, in this case, every fiber of her being yearned for his presence. She found herself captivated by him, his presence easily invoking a mix of emotions that she struggled to contain.

He carefully placed his phone on the table and flipped onto his stomach. He crossed one arm over the other and laid his head comfortably on top of his arms.

Each time he felt her touch, it felt like electric shocks hummed through his veins. He often found himself battling the urge to pull her close, taken over by the need to explore every single part of her body.

"You know, just because you're here to work doesn't mean you have to wear those little flowery scrubs." he teased, a playful grin dancing on his lips.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and amusement, a nervous laugh slipping past her lips as she dispensed a dollop of oil into her palms, rubbing them together with practiced ease.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of self-consciousness as she prepared to begin.

As her hands glided up the smooth fabric of his basketball shorts, she couldn't help but notice the subtle tension in his muscles. She was sure she was just as tense as him though. But despite her nerves, she focused intently on her task, determined to ease his discomfort.

With each skilled movement of her hands, soft groans of pain and pleasure slipped from him as she melted his knots away.

Her arousal was coursing through her veins, her touch both tender and purposeful. Just touching him was leaving her breathless.

By the time she finished working on his legs, she found herself soaked, her mind reeling from the intoxicating mix of his muted groans and the scent of his skin. She found it almost impossible to resist him.

As he rose from the table, she couldn't help but admire the newfound grace in his movements, the progress they had made together over the past weeks was tremendous. His praise washed over her like a wave, filling her with a pride and accomplishment she hadn't known before.

"Your hands are like magic," he murmured appreciatively with a small grip on her shoulder. His touch sent a shiver down her spine.

"Thanks," she replied softly, another nervous giggle bubbling up from within her as she gathered her belongings, almost running away from the tension between them.

With a final glance, she turned and made her way toward the stairs, the weight of his gaze lingering on her like a caress. As she disappeared from view, she couldn't shake the feeling that it would somehow, someway be a while before she would start heading home.

She found herself lost in the sensual melody of "Earned It" by The Weeknd as she placed the massage oils in the cabinet. She had realized she'd been over to his house a lot more often to treat him, so she figured why not keep them here to maintain his plan of care.

Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but fuss over the loose tendrils of hair, each rebellious strand mocking her efforts. The bobby pins seemed to have a mind of their own, failing to secure the unruly locks in place.

With a heavy sigh, she rested her hands on the cool marble countertop, feeling the weight of frustration settle upon her shoulders. The pressure mounted as she attempted to tame her hair, her fingers fumbling with the stubborn strands.

She paused to catch her breath, dipping her head down and closing her eyes, searching for any sign of composure amidst the sexual tension. Was it truly the bobby pins that troubled her, or was she just frustrated? Frustrated with the way the Samoan man was engraved in her mind.

As she continues to fight her silent battle in front of the mirror. Roman had other plans..

Her heart skipped a beat as strong arms encircled her waist from behind, pulling her into an unexpected embrace. Keeping her eyes closed, she threw her head back, trying to figure out if this was just a figment of her imagination or reality.

"Roman, wait..." she murmured, attempting to break free from his grasp, but his hold remained firm, a silent insistence that she stay.

"Let's not pretend that you don't want me," he interjected with a sly grin, his hands venturing beneath her shirt to explore the contours of her stomach.

She finally opened her eyes, meeting his. The weight of his gaze put her in a trance.

Her breath hitched as he turned her to face him. With trembling hands, she traced a tentative path down his now bare chest, each touch eliciting a low groan of pleasure from him. Pressed against the cool surface of the sink, her senses heightened by the heady scent of his cologne and the warmth of his skin against hers.

With a mixture of nervousness and excitement, she slid his shorts down, her fingers lingering over the tantalizing curve of his hips. As she began to stroke him, his hips moved in sync with her rhythm. The soft caress of her hand had him weak-kneed.

Her pussy grew wetter with each stroke, she couldn't help but softly moan at his easy submission. With a sense of power she had never known before, she brought him to the brink of release, his ragged breaths and whispered pleas urging her on.

“Don’t stop, please,” he whimpered with his eyes locked in on her own. His hands reach behind her, placing them on the counter, knuckles almost turned white at the grip while his precum dripped down her fingers and into her palm. She literally had him in the palm of her hands melting like chocolate.

“Mmm, but you don’t want to finish like this daddy. I know you don’t..,” she moaned while slowing down her strokes. He smirked and so did she, they knew exactly how to drive each other wild.

He grabbed her hand and took her finger into his mouth tasting himself, his precum lathering his tongue. He moaned softly staring deeply into her eyes as he stuck his tongue out and danced it around her fingers.

A moaned escaped her throat as she watched. She had never seen something so sexy in her life and the fact that he was staring into her soul while doing so was enough to make her juices slowly drip past her lips and down her thighs.

He chuckled darkly as he watched her fall into a trance and turned her around to face the mirror. With a hunger, he stripped away her scrubs, revealing the full extent of her beauty in the soft glow of the bathroom light. As he used his teeth to remove her panties, she gasped at the soft drag of the lace against her smooth skin, her body thrumming as he slid off the thin piece of clothing.

With each touch, each caress, she felt herself unraveling in his arms, her desire for him reaching a fever pitch. As he rid her of her bra, she surrendered herself completely to the moment, her body trembling with pleasure as they got lost in each other.

As his hands explored her torso, she basked in his touch, each caress leaving trails of goosebumps.

When he eased himself inside her, she couldn't help but gasp at his girth. It was as if every nerve ending in her body had come alive. His size stretched her in a way that both thrilled and challenged her, almost pushing her over the edge with each thrust.

Roman paused, his movements becoming slow and deliberate. His gaze, dark with desire, bore into hers through the mirror. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the sight of her was so fulfilling.

"Damn, girl," he murmured huskily as he began to move, his hips setting a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of her heart. His thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing over her, building the tension between them to an almost unbearable intensity.

With every touch, every stroke, he worshipped her body as if it were a precious work of art, his hands exploring every curve with a reverence that made her heart swell. And when he finally wrapped his fingers around her throat, applying just enough pressure to send her into a state of euphoria, she couldn't help but whimper.

"Say my name, baby," he growled, his voice a rough whisper.

And as she complied, her voice barely a breathless murmur, he rewarded her with a slow, sensuous kiss behind her ear that left her head spinning and her body aching for more.

"Louder," he demanded, his fingers teasing her clit with a skill that bordered on torture. And as she cried out his name,

"Daddy!" her voice echoed in the bathroom, he knew that he had finally broken through her defenses, unleashing a raw passion.

Their bodies moved together in a symphony, sounded like one too. Her pussy gushed, making the sweetest sound. The wettest sound.

His middle finger continued to move in mind-numbing circles. Her body wanted to crumble forward but he held her throat with a tight grip, a grip that kept her stable.

"Give me my nut baby, it's mine. I want it over my dick.", he whispered behind her ear, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder while he gave her some not-so-gentle strokes.

With him hitting her g-spot and rubbing on her clit, she felt her climax approaching. Her breathes with getting shorter, her curls were sticking to her forhead, and this man was tearing her up.

And when she finally reached her peak, her release crashed over her. He followed close behind, his own climax tearing through him with a force that left him gripping onto her body for dear life.

They stood together in the quiet, their breaths echoing throughout the room. She leaned into his embrace, their bodies entwined, the lingering heat between them melting into a shared warmth as they savored the aftermath.

His lips trailed feather-light kisses along her neck, before pulling away. A soft whimper escaped her lips at the loss, a smile forming as their eyes locked silently.

With a turn, she reached for him again, her arms enveloping his neck, drawing him into an embrace. Their lips met in a deep kiss.

As they pulled away, their breaths mingling in the stillness, he tenderly brushed his thumb against her parted lips.

"How about we go another round, baby girl," he murmured, his voice low and husky. She smiled, feeling her core tingle once more.

"Mmm, I like the sound of that." she hummed in agreement, her voice tinged with anticipation as she leaned in closer to him.

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[androgynealienfemme]

"Yes, it's true: I was the type of young femme who managed the girls basketball team in high school, just to be able to take in the sight of all those butches parading their muscles up and down the court. I found Girl Scout camp to be femme heaven and reveled in being able to explore my athletic self and still maintain my femmeness. And, to my horror, I have to admit pushing Tina away from my breasts in the back seat of a Buick while attending Mount Saint Mary Seminary. And then there was feminism... Although I came out as a "gay" woman before reading The Feminine Mystique, the seventies brand of white feminism had me trimming my nails and cutting off my hair. Soon I was outfitted in farmer jeans and high tops. And still I was told by my "sisters" that I didn't "look like a dyke" (read: I didn't look butch). I began to lead two lives- one as an outrageous, skirted, lipsticked femme while I worked in and traveled with carnivals, and another as an imitation butch back home in the women's community. Eventually, I pulled the pieces of my being back together and proclaimed boldly, "I am a working-class lesbian femme." So I had maybe six years reveling in unleashing my seductive femme self when, as lives go, mine changed: slowly at first and then more dramatically. Recurring back pain and limited range of mobility were finally diagnosed. Soon after came decreased mobility. No more mountain climbing. No long mall walks in search of the perfect piece of sleaze. No more standing against kitchen walls being gloriously fucked by some handsome butch. I stopped using alcohol and drugs, became ill with what is now known as CFIDS (Chronic Fatigue Immune Dysfunction Syndrome), and began to use a three-wheeled power chair. The more disabled I became, the more I mourned the ways my sexual femme self had manifested through the nondisabled me: cruising at the local lezzie bar, picking up a dyke whose eyes refuse to stray from mine, dancing seductively, moving all of me for all of her. Cooking: love and suggestion neatly tucked into the folds of a broccoli quiche. Serving my date in varying, sleazy clothing, removing layers as the meal and our passion progressed. And making love... feeling only pleasure as my hips rose and fell under the weight of her. Accomplishment and pride smirked across my face as her wrists finally submitted to the pressure of strong persistent hands. There are the ways I knew to be femme, to be the essence of me.

It's been five years now since I began using my wheelchair. I am just awakening to a new reclamation of femme. Yes. I still grieve the way I was, am still often unsure how this femme with disabilities will act out her seduction scenes. I still marvel when women find passion amidst the chrome and rubber that is now a part of me.

There have been numerous dates, lovers, relationships, sexual partners, and fliterations along the way. Cindy, Jenny, Ellie, Emma, Diane, Dorothy, Gail, June, Clove, Lenny, Cherry, Diana, Sarah I, and Sarah II. You have all reminded me in your own subtle or overt, quit or wild ways that I am desirable, passionate, exciting, wanted.

Yes I am an incredibly sexual being. An outrageous, loud mouthed femme who's learning to dress, dance, cook, and seduce on wheels; finding new ways to be gloriously fucked by handsome butches and aggressive femmes. I hang out with more sexual outlaws now- you know, the motorcycle lesbians who see wheels and chrome between your legs as something exciting, the leather women whose vision of passion and sexuality doesn't exclude fat, disabled me.

Ableism tells us that lesbians with disability are asexual. (When was the last time you dated a dyke who uses a wheelchair?) Fat oppression insists that thin is in and round is repulsive. At times, these voices become very loud, and my femme, she hid quietly amidts the lists.

Now my femme is rising again. The time of doubt, fear, and retreat has passed. I have found my way out of the lies and oppression and have moved into a space of loving and honoring the new femme who has emerged. This lesbian femme with disabilities is wise, wild, wet, and wanting. Watch out.

-"Reclaiming femme... Yet again" Mary Francis Platt, The Persistent Desire (Edited by Joan Nestle) (1992)

[sengardet]

Dark Desire

Rose ventured deeper into the castle ruins, her armored bra and skirt. She knew she shouldn't be here, seeking pleasures spoken of only in whispers. But Rose was nothing if not bold.

The witches emerged from the shadows; their eyes glimmering. Rose tensed, heart pounding beneath her metallic top. But to her surprise, their faces held no malice, only delight in her presence.

"Welcome, brave one," a witch purred, circling Rose, then pressing a hand to her chest. "What a strong desire... I already know what you want. Now let us please you."

Rose laid back on the plush velvet lining their altar, her blonde hair fanning around her. The witches descended upon her, their hands exploring her body with tantalizing touches. One straddled Rose's face and lowered herself onto Rose's waiting tongue. The noblewoman moaned into the witch's warm center as she tasted her arousal.

The other witches caressed and kissed Rose's curves reverently, paying special attention to her heaving chest as it rose and fell with each ragged breath. Rose's eager heart pounded beneath her metal brassiere, the rapid thudding clearly visible in her splayed chest. The witches traced their fingers over the hammering pulse point, utterly entranced by the vitality and desperation coursing through Rose's body.

"Such a strong, wild heartbeat," one purred. "All that power, that passion, just aching to be released..."

They teased Rose to a feverish state, stoking her desire higher and higher, savoring how her need made her mighty heart gallop and strain. Rose writhed and arched into their touch, silently begging for more. The throbbing of her chest drove the witches wild with lust.

Lips and tongues painted trails over Rose's trembling flesh, but always pulled away just shy of where she craved them most. Hands skimmed along the swell of her breasts, feeling her frantic heartbeat.

"Please," she gasped out between shaky breaths, "I need...I can't..."

"Shhh, our impatient flower," the witch said. "Not yet. Let us drink in your delicious desperation a while longer..."

Hands caressed her rib cage, feeling every shallow breath and the stressed heart within. Rose gasped as they ground against her, the pressure and friction stoking the desperate ache inside. Her body trembled with need, every nerve alight and yearning for release. But they denied her, drinking in her body's desperate responses with cruel satisfaction.

Sweat glistened over her skin as they continued to use her body, chasing their own climaxes while leaving her unsated. They shuddered and moaned above her, orgasming from her ragged breaths and hammering pulse alone. Rose's overworked heart felt ready to burst out of her chest, only to amuse them further.

The noblewoman could take no more, between shallow gasps, her heart’s rhythm became erratic, then more forceful to compensate. Her body’s tension overflowed. Every delicate teasing touch pushed her body to defy their intentions to deny her release.

An intense climax ripped through Rose's sweat-glistened body. Her heart hammered violently, its desperate fraught rhythm driving the witches wild with lust.

"Look at her heart straining, about to burst!" one said excitedly.

Rose's chest heaved with deep ragged breaths. Suddenly, a sharp pain. She looked down in shock to see a sword piercing her chest; her mighty heart ran through and shuddered around the blade. Crimson spurted from the wound with each frenzied beat.

The witch shook with orgasmic rapture, feeling Rose's impaled heart aggressively jerking the hilt. She withdrew the blade, letting the others take their turn. They plunged in eagerly, pushing the tip into Rose's gushing and wounded chest, piercing the straining organ over and over.

Rose gasped for air, transfixed by the obscene sight of her heart stabbed again and again as it beat with furious defiance. The coven reveled in every desperate contraction, each breath that sent fresh jets of scarlet spraying. Their hands explored Rose's quivering flesh as they worked themselves into a sexual delirium.

"Such a strong, stubborn heart! I can feel how badly it wants to keep beating!" the witch cried out, exploring the fatally wounded meat with the sword's edge.

Rose's vision blurred. Still, her resilient heart fought on, and the witches' passion only burned hotter...

Rose's mind reeled, overwhelmed by agony and perverse, feverish arousal as they defiled her most vital organ. Her hammering heart clenched around each invading blade, gushing her blood and pleasuring the witches with every squeeze.

[hymyarts]

wild rose: pleasure, pain, immortal love

[mustainegf]

Some kinky, rough sex with Dave?? And can you focus more on fingering and pussy eating and some (a lot) overstimulation? I love you!!!!!!!! You're the best writer evvveeeeeerrrrrrrr.

I need this with Dave (my literal husband and father is my 847387 children)

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 ¹⁹⁸⁸

His hands moved to my bra, unclasping it and letting it fall away. I lay before him, feeling at once vulnerable by the look in his eyes, full of lust.

"You're so gorgeous," he whispered back, his voice hoarse as his hard fell around his face. He leaned down to place soft kisses along my collarbone, his hands trickling down my sides. "I could look at you forever."

I shivered as he touched me, his lips warm and damp against me. "Dave," I whispered, my voice all breathy. "Please…"

He looked up at me then, his eyes very dark. "Please what?" he asked, his hands sliding down to the waistband of my pants. "Tell me what you want, baby.”

His words made me shake. "I want you," I panted softly. "I want you Dave…"

Dave's smile was slow and wicked. "Mmm, oh yeah?" he murmured, his fingers unbuttoning my pants, sliding them down my legs. He knelt over me, his hands gliding up my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine, not even for a second.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss right above the waistband of my panties. "But first," he murmured, hooking his fingers into the silk as he slowly pulled them down, "I want to taste you.”

His hands pawed at my hips, holding me in position as he went upward. And by the time he reached the top of my thighs, a gasp escaped my lips.

He looked up at me, clearly amused. "You're such a good girl," he whispered against my skin.

Before I could even answer, he bent forward, his tongue delicately flicking against my clit. That one touch shot pleasure through me. I jerked out, my hands tangling into his hair to pull him closer. He groaned softly against me, the sound vibrated and amped up the feeling.

His tongue moved like liquid, studied circles, both teasing and tormenting. Every touch, every lick, was calculated and curated to drive me wild. The heat was pooling in my belly like a slow burn.

Dave's fingers shortly followed the dance, my folds gently parted, and slid inside of me. I gasped at the penetration, my body bowing to him.

His fingers moved slow, matching those of his tongue, lapping at my clit as his fingers curled to my G spot.

"Dave," I gasped weakly . "Please, I need more…”

He glanced up at me from between my thighs. "More?" he muttered low, teasing. "Tell me what you need, baby. I wanna hear you say it."

I felt my face heat, the mortification burning in. "I need you to make me cum," I whispered. "Please, Dave…”

His face broke into a slow, wicked grin, and he leaned his tongue flicking against my clit. "Anything for you," he breathed, fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot so perfect that it made me see stars, his lips latching onto my sensitive nub and sucking.

This time, it was more than I could bear, thundering in like a tidal wave to drown me. I let out a yell as the orgasm wrenched its way through my shuddering frame, wave upon wave of it.

Dave didn't stop, his fingers and tongue continuing in their assault, pushing me through the first wave and into another. It was almost too much overstimulation, but it was also so fucking hot, a mix of pain and pleasure that left me limp and mumbling.

He FINALLY pulled back, his lips and chin soaked with my juices, a perfect wide smile on his face. "You're amazing," he whispered, his voice full of awe. "So fucking amazing." He finished, glancing a final kiss on my throbbing and swollen clit.

I could hardly catch a breath, my body shaking. "Dave," I whispered, my voice was very weak.

He rose, wrapping me up into his arms, and began stroking my back with tender fingers. "You deserve it," he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "You deserve to feel good, baby."

I peered up at him, falling in love all over again. "I love you," I whispered.

"I love you too”

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 2

Chapter Two: You Say You Are Holy

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 2.7K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries

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You say you are holy, And that Because I have not seen you sin. Aye, but there are those Who see you sin, my friend.

Time seemed pointless, with the small window you could at least tell when the sun rose or set. You weren’t going to leave your dwindling hope died by the fourth day. Sat in that cell your only contact with the outdoors was random strangers who ran the place and brought you food that only ended with the food all over them as you screamed threats at them. Maria and Tommy felt like they were hit a dead end, you didn’t interact with anyone unless it was to scream and curse them out until they ran out of the jail with their tail between their legs. You seemed to be just getting started and the rumors had spread through Jackson of a crazed girl in their town jail. Many people urged the council to just kick her out of Jackson and end this madness but the fear of the raiders that have slowly gotten closer and closer to Jackson was the only reason they didn’t release the girl. Tommy had visited you multiple times whether it was to bring food or to speak with you but he was met with silence and he too soon fell victim to the food getting thrown at him.

Tommy sighs leaving the building the remnants of the cold chicken noodle soup still sticking to his once-clean clothes and pieces in his hair. Curses shaking his hair to try and get some of it out knowing he will have to go home and take a shower to get it all out. “New look.” Joel leaning against one of the post comments as his younger brother lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“Funny.” Tommy sighs not liking the smell of soup stuck to his body, “Be happy it was cold soup.” Joel comments and Tommy nods. When this first started they had made the mistake of bringing you hot soup. Poor William was able to protect his face but the burns on his arms were not great.

“Just don’t get it, she’s gotta understand the reasoning here.” Tommy sighs and Joel shakes his head.

“You have to stop treating her like she’s a guest. The reality is you have her here against her will. Drop the hospitality bit,” Joel says before producing an apple, “She doesn’t want a full meal she won’t get one.” He enters the jail ready to be the bad cop to Tommy’s good cop bit. Tommy waits outside before he hears a curse coming inside and Joel coming out his hand held over his eye a grimace in pain.

“She threw the apple at you,” Tommy says and Joel curses once more pulling his hand away revealing the quickly forming shiner from getting an apple chucked at his face. He had entered ready to put the fear of god in you but all he got was an apple to the face and some sharp curses thrown his way. “Little shit.” Joel curses when his fingers touch the quickly bruising skin being careful around his still sensitive nose when you had broken his nose when you escaped.

“Let her starve for all I care,” “Joel, this isn’t the QZ we aren’t animals. She is to be treated with some human respect.” Tommy retorts but knows he was right, he wasn’t sure how she was still alive. It was a real roulette on what days she silently accepted the meal and ate or what was getting tossed at someone. It was leaning on the latter and it was making him a bit nervous how you weren’t allowing yourself to eat. Tommy pinches his nose in frustration he didn’t know what to do with you, “I’ll talk to Maria there has to be something we can do.”

The cell was silent as you picked at the broken chunks of apple you chucked at Joel’s face. You found great pleasure as you kindly accepted it before it quickly was thrown at his face. Curses spit from both people before he stormed off in a rage. You were sure it was driving Tommy and Maria up the wall, you weren’t going to make it easy for them. They were keeping you here against your will and you weren’t going to sit all nice and polite waiting to be set free.

You hear the doors open as footsteps draw closer and you assume it’s Joel ready for round two. “I didn’t think you wanted another black eye you old fuck..” Your voice trails off expecting Joel or Tommy pretty much anyone except the young girl you fought when you first got here. The socket of her eye was black and blue but she doesn’t seem to mind the very large bruise. Her brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail a few hairs framing her face, the small scar going across her eyebrow, her clothes cleaner than yours and her size while yours was a mixture, with the pair of converse on her feet. The two of you are silent as she reaches into her back and you tense up before she pulls out two books and a smaller item. She tosses one of the books as it lands a bit in front of you. Looking at it silently as she flips open her beginning to read hers you lean forward seeing the graphic design on the cover, ‘Savage Starlight’ was the title.

“The hell is this?” You ask and she looks up at you through her similar one with the same title but the cover is a different design.

“It’s Savage Starlight..you know the comic.” She says and your silence has her keep talking, “You never heard of it, yeah know ‘Endure and Survive’ that Savage Starlight.” She deepens her voice when saying ‘Endure and Survive’ and you glare at the comic before you.

“Never fucking heard of it.” You retort and her eyes widen comically, “You have not lived then, best fucking comic ever.” Her hand reaches through the bar pointing at the comic in front of you, “This is the first one. The plot may be a bit confusing but it all makes sense when you read the second issue that dives into the backstory.” She scooches back leaning against the wall across from you flipping open her comic and beginning to read it.

“Why are you here?” You speak up after a minute of silence and she looks at you,

“Wanted to see if you were really as scary as everyone was saying, plus Joel told me to avoid seeing you but that only pushed me more.” She says before she grabs a small bag filled with tiny brown pieces grabbing one and popping it into her mouth. Holding the bag out for you, “Want one, they’re good.” You stare at the clear bag in her hand seeing the pieces of food and your stomach audibly growled. The girl smirks slightly and pours some pieces into her hand before putting them through the bars and you watch in shock. She had no fear interacting with you like this, you inch forward holding your dirty hand out as she pours the food into your palm before eating her own.

“Name’s Ellie.” She says eating another piece as you retreat to the wall looking at the food before grabbing a piece and putting it in your mouth. The sweetness hits your tongue instantly your eyes widen as it melts on your tongue and you quickly put another piece in your mouth to bring back the taste. Ellie watches the wonder in your eyes as you eat the food, “It’s chocolate. One of the people here makes some homemade, it’s like milk, sugar, and this bean called cocoa to give it that taste. People used to eat these all the time when things were normal.”

You nod finishing the chocolate the sweetness still on your tongue a pleasant food you wished to taste more of. You watch Ellie stuff her comic back into her pack and the empty bag of chocolate before she stands, “I’ll try to bring more next time.” She doesn’t move to take the comic as she moves towards the door, “Finish that one and I'll bring the second issue.” Her hand grabs the handle before you call out to her.

“Y/n!” She looks back at you as you sat up slightly, “My name is Y/n.” Ellie gives you a smile before leaving the room and you’re alone once more. You couldn’t describe the feeling in your chest, you weren’t sure you could remember the last time someone gave you something or was just generally kind to you. Looking at the still-untouched comic reaching forward grabbing it and beginning to read quickly pulled in by the plot.

Ellie was able to receive more chocolate the next day returning with the second issue as well and she gave it to you taking back the first one. You both ate the sweet in silence before she read her comic re-reading for probably the twentieth time. She noticed you didn’t read in front of her only watching her with cautious and sharp eyes but when she soon returned the next day you would be accepting the third issue. The conversations were one-sided Ellie happy to fill the silence by talking about anything and after multiple days of quiet, you soon were responding with one-word responses even going to a few sentences. You had learned she was sixteen and for her birthday Joel had taken her to a museum and she stood on a dinosaur, she was originally from Boston coming over here after some mission though she never told you what. She talked about Sally Ride and how she wanted to be an astronaut and see space, she would talk about comics all the time. Her vocabulary is filled with a curse every few sentences. Ellie after much time found out you were eighteen, from Kansas City, you didn’t explain how you got over here to Jackson. Those two small facts were held with the most security and though the young girl pressed for more about your likes and dislikes the things you were passionate about she was met with silence.

Ellie mainly led conversations droning on and on as you silently listened putting in your two cents every once and a while. An unlikely friendship. Well, Ellie said you two were friends but you didn’t agree or disagree with the label. You grew up not speaking to people especially ones your age for most of your life. It had been about three weeks soon pushing towards a month inside that cell and Tommy and Maria noticed to change in you. You still didn’t talk to them but when food was brought by someone there was no screaming or cursing or food getting thrown at them. They weren’t sure where this shift in attitude had come from but they weren’t going to reject this changed behavior though Joel was more skeptical of the motives behind it.

“So I’m thinking of leaves and a moth going down my arm it’s gonna look sick as fuck I can already picture it. I have this friend Cat, she does tattoos she’s got a whole bunch over her.” Ellie explains very enthusiastically speaking with her hands. You nod silently imagining as you watch the girl sketch away in a book her idea. “You ever think about getting one?” She asks glancing from the book and pencil in hand and you shake your head.

“I don’t think it would look good on me.” You shrug, the new clean clothes on your body feeling nice. They actually fit you, unlike the clothes you had stolen from places or crudely altered to fit your body. You were never more grateful for a shower though someone stood right outside the stall to make sure you didn’t try anything. But clean skin and detangled hair were a dream. The warm water was a savior for your tense muscles you would have stayed there for hours if you hadn’t been given a time limit.

“Nah you’d look badass. I can see you with them all down your arms, look sick as fuck.” Ellie leans against the metal and you shake your head at her absurd fantasy. She seems finished with her drawing sliding it through the bars so you can see and you scoot forward. Ellie had once started on the opposite side to soon be sat right beside the door to the cell. You had made slower progress getting about halfway to the door still hesitant.

“Like this! I gotta show Cat but she’ll touch up some things but this is gonna look so sick-shit!” Ellie yells as her head is pulled back and you sit up seeing the pain on the girl’s face.

“Crap my hair is stuck,” You look and she’s right, part of her ponytail was between the hinge of the rusted metal door, “It’s not that much but I don’t think you could pull it free…” You explain having a much better view than the girl who’s half-twisted.

“Just cut it needed a trim anyways.” She says her hands patting her pockets before pulling out the switchblade and holding it open for you. You stare at the weapon before slowly taking it in your hand. “Come on hurry I’m gonna get a crick in my neck.” She urges and you sigh taking the weapon and feeling the weight. It’s been weeks since you had the safety of a blade or gun in your hand to keep you protected.

“Just…don’t move.” You say before moving to the hinge where the hair was caught. Trying to figure out how to cut her hair free you start to bring the blade to her when the door slams open and you jump tightening your grip on the knife. Joel had only caught just a glimpse of Ellie on the ground a pained look on her face and the weapon in your hand before he bursted in.

“Ellie!” “Joel?!” The man rushes over and grabs the arm with the weapon pulling it forward so you slammed into the bars letting it go. He twists your arm as you cry out in pain your face pressed against the bars as you try scratching at his face. Trying to resist but he keeps twisting and you were certain he was going to break your arm. Ellie yells from the ground and your screeches alert Tommy and Maria who were about to come in with lunch finding the scene before them.

“Joel!” Tommy quickly pulls his brother away as you retreat further into the cell. Blood spills from your nose when you slammed into the bar. Clutching your throbbing arm your eyes frantic, adrenaline flooding your veins from the attack. “She had a knife! She was going to hurt Ellie!” Joel yells glaring at you as Tommy holds him back.

“She was helping me!” Ellie says to Joel, Maria frees her from the tangled section of her hair now shorter than the other. “She wasn’t going to hurt me!”

“You mean again! She’s dangerous what were you thinking!?” Joel now free from Tommy pulls the girl away from the cell being a block between you and the girl. The man doesn’t let the girl defend herself or you as he grabs the girl’s pack pulling her out of the room leaving Tommy and Maria to see the cold expression on your features.

“Kid..” “Get the fuck out.” You cut Tommy off as you find they make no action to leave, “Get the fuck out! Fucking leave! You fucking bastards fuck you!” You scream grabbing Ellie’s sketchbook and chucking it at them as they dodge it and you kick the remaining breakfast at them barely getting on their shoes, “Get out! Get the fuck out! Fucking leave!” The two rush out your screaming not ending until you are certain they are gone. Your blood boils but the air is thin as you struggle to catch your breath your body hitting the wall as you slide to the ground. Your nails dig into your palms not even registering the pain and the blood in your palms as you are left alone once more. The slow progress the girl had made was now lost.

[holylulusworld]

Broken Rose (1)

Summary: He may have stolen your kingdom and freedom – but he’ll never own your heart. Right?

Pairing: Alpha!Geralt of Rivia x Queen(Omega)!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of forced/arranged marriage trope, a/b/o, magic, light smut, unprotected sex, mating, claiming, forced proximity, I’ll label this dub-con (just in case)

Broken Rose masterlist

Broken Rose (Prologue)

He’s like a fever dream coming over you and your kingdom. All of your knights have fallen under his spell. Robbed of their will and honor by his dark powers.

Your sword and armor lie abandoned on the ground. Just like your crown. It’s broken, like your heart and pride. You lost. The battle. Your kingdom. Your freedom.

And now, you lost a part of yourself too because you allowed Geralt to strip you bare and take you to bed. 

It’s not an unknown feeling having this man inside of your body. You did it many times, unbeknownst by your father, the former king, and your knights.

He stole your innocence and heart years ago – when you were still a foolish girl believing in love and fairytales. You believed that you could marry the man you love when you become queen.

Your mind runs wild while he ravishes not only your body but your soul too. Geralt is all-consuming and undefeatable. Not only in battle but between your thighs too.

He enchanted you with his soft kisses and sweet promises reminding you of a different time. A time in which you were hopelessly in love with the Witcher conquering your kingdom and cunt.

You had no choice but to surrender. Not only in battle but in the bedroom too. Your omega, and body gave in, but the queen did not.

You’re buying your time by letting him claim your body for the time being. “You’re mine, say it,” he purrs against your throat, lips nipping at your untouched mating gland. “Say it.”

Clawing at his back you ignore the tingling in your core. It’s been too long without him, but he still remembers how to make your body pliant. “No.”

“Say my name, my queen,” his thrusts become more demanding, and the bed starts to creak at the effort he puts into forcing pleasure on your body. 

The headboard slams into the wall, and for the first time, you are grateful your knights are still under his spell.

You should be ashamed that you are close to an orgasm while your people are robbed of their free will.

“Say my name,” he growls against your throat. “Now!”

“No! We are not even married, and you just took me to bed,” you snarl at him. “You ruined me. How dare you take a queen like that.”

He laughs against your throat. “My rose, I plugged your blossom years ago,” Geralt playfully says. He gets impossible faster and grips your legs to throw them over his shoulders. 

“No…I can’t…” you shake your head and press your hands against his chest. You are forced to stare at Geralt as he pushes his cock inside of your cunt as deep as possible with every thrust. 

“You can and will let go for me,” his eyes glow in the dim light of your bedroom. He tilts his head, tempted to take your free will from you too. “Now! This cunt will squeeze me and take my knot.”

“I hate you,” you whimper the words. Your body surrendered a long time ago, and all you can do is let go and clench tightly around his cock. “Why?”

“Because you are mine,” he growls and drops your legs to cover your trembling body. His teeth sink into your mating gland. You cry out in pleasured pain, whimpering as you come undone once again. “We are married by my rules for years.”

The bond is already forming, and you sniffle because there is no escaping him now. Endorphins float your whole body and take away all of your fears for a moment.

Geralt’s knot swells deep within you. He growls your name, and paws at your body. The alpha lifts his head to watch your face contort in pleasure.

“You’ll have my knot and heir tonight. I made you my queen and mate. Forever.”

“Forever,” your eyes flutter shut, and you refuse to open them again. Your body got conquered, but your strong will is a different story.

“Y/N, stop fighting fate,” Geralt growls in your ear. He has you underneath him, his knot still locked inside of your body. The second time he mated with you he wanted you on your hands and knees. Simply to tame you and show you who is in charge.

He didn’t think you’d kick, scratch, and bite him before he got the chance to get his cock back inside of you. Geralt had no choice but to mount you like an animal to get what he wanted. 

Submission never was your style and never will be.

“Fate?” You snarl. “This isn’t fate. You attacked my kingdom and used magic to win the battle. You forced your mark on me and talked about fate?”

“We were meant to be from the beginning,” he whispers lowly. “Stop fighting me, and I’ll set your knights free. Give in to me, my queen and I’ll be your loyal king and mate.”

“As if you’d let my knights go,” you huff. “I’ll never be your queen or mate. Only because you pushed your knot inside of me doesn’t mean I’m yours.”

Geralt smirks at your words. You’re a strong-willed woman. Undefeatable and angry. That’s what he always liked about you. The alpha chose you as his mate to have an equal partner, not a submissive and meek omega by his side.

“We will talk about your behavior in the morning,” he wraps his arms tighter around your body. “Maybe I need to use my magic on your cunt too. Oh, I forgot. You’re already wet for me all the time.”

You grit your teeth. It’s not your fault that your body gives in to your instinct. Geralt’s scent is driving you crazy, and there is nothing you can do to fight it.

“I dare you!” You snap at him. “Don’t get too comfortable in my bed and kingdom. I’ll get rid of you soon enough.”

“No. You won’t,” he whispers in your ear. “You’re a beautiful but broken rose. No one stands by your side. You’re all alone and only have me left. Give in, and I’ll give you everything you can wish for.”

Part 2

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[clariannahoney]

Kpop Idol's Forbidden Fetish Frenzy

The heavy door of Bang Chan's mansion swung open with a creak, revealing the dimly lit interior. The air was thick with anticipation as he led his guest, a plus-sized girl named Mina, deeper into the shadows of his luxurious abode. She couldn't believe she was here, in the home of her favorite Kpop idol, yet her heart raced not just from the thrill of being near him but from the secret desires that simmered beneath her calm exterior.

"Are you ready for this?" Bang Chan whispered, his voice husky with excitement.

Mina nodded, her throat too dry to speak. She had never admitted her fetishes to anyone, let alone a celebrity she admired so much. But there was something in Bang Chan's eyes, a spark that told her he understood more than she could ever express.

He took her hand and guided her down a narrow staircase, each step echoing softly in the silence. At the bottom, a door stood slightly ajar, light spilling out into the corridor. With a gentle push, Bang Chan opened it wider, revealing a room that made Mina's breath catch in her throat.

It was a dungeon, fully equipped with restraints hanging from the ceiling, leather cuffs neatly arranged on a table, and various intimidating equipment she dared not name. The air was cooler here, charged with an electric tension that danced along her skin.

Bang Chan turned to face her, his expression serious yet playful. "I promise you, everything here is safe and consensual. But I need to know, are you sure about this?"

Mina swallowed hard, her nerves tingling with a mix of fear and arousal. "Yes," she breathed out, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a nod, Bang Chan stepped forward and secured her hands above her head with soft, velvety restraints. Mina gasped as the cool material tightened around her wrists, anchoring her to the sturdy beam. Her pulse quickened, thudding against her throat as she watched Bang Chan move around her, his every action deliberate and calculated.

He paused behind her, his hands hovering over her hips before giving them a gentle squeeze. "You look so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

Mina closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of being so utterly under his control. When his hand rose to her ass, she tensed, waiting for the first strike. It came swiftly, a sharp slap that echoed through the room, sending waves of heat radiating through her flesh.

"Oh!" Mina cried out, her body jerking against the restraints. The pain was exquisite, mingling with the pleasure that pooled deep within her core.

Bang Chan chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. "Did that hurt?" he asked, his tone teasing.

"No," Mina managed to say, though her cheeks burned from the sting. "Please, more."

His response was another slap, harder this time, causing her plump ass to jiggle delightfully. Mina moaned, her legs trembling as the sensations built, pushing her closer to the edge of something wild and untamed.

As if sensing her mounting desire, Bang Chan moved back in front of her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're doing so well," he praised, reaching up to caress her cheek. "But I think we need to take it a bit further."

He produced a soft cloth gag from a nearby table, holding it up for her to see. Mina's eyes widened slightly, her breathing quickening at the sight. The idea of being silenced, of having no control over her own sounds, excited her more than she cared to admit.

"Open up," Bang Chan instructed, his voice firm yet gentle.

Obediently, Mina parted her lips, allowing him to slide the gag between her teeth. The fabric tasted faintly of leather, its texture smooth against her tongue. She felt a surge of adrenaline as the world around her seemed to shrink, focusing entirely on the man who held her captive both physically and audibly.

Bang Chan smiled, his gaze intense as he watched her adjust to the gag. "Good girl," he murmured, leaning in to brush his lips against her ear. "Now, let's see how you handle a little more pressure."

He stepped back, his hands returning to her ass, massaging the tender flesh before delivering another series of sharp slaps. Each impact sent shockwaves through Mina, her muffled cries trapped by the gag as her body responded uncontrollably.

Her juices flowed freely now, dampening her thighs as the pleasure and pain intertwined, creating a potent cocktail of sensation. Mina squirmed beneath his touch, her mind hazy with desire, begging silently for more, for release.

Bang Chan seemed to read her thoughts, his actions growing more assertive as he pushed her further. His hand moved lower, fingers probing between her legs, finding her wetness and plunging inside without hesitation.

"So wet for me," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You like this, don't you?"

Mina could only moan in response, her body arching towards his touch as he thrust deeper, hitting all the right spots with unerring accuracy. The world narrowed to the point where his fingers met her body, where the pain and pleasure fused into a single, overwhelming rush.

Her orgasm built slowly, inexorably, each stroke of his hand bringing her closer to the precipice. Mina struggled against the restraints, her body desperate for release, for the explosive burst of ecstasy that hovered just out of reach.

"Come for me," Bang Chan commanded, his voice roughened by his own arousal. "Show me how much you want this."

At his words, Mina's control shattered. Her body convulsed, muscles clenching around his fingers as her orgasm crashed over her, a tidal wave of sensation that left her gasping and shuddering in its wake.

Through the haze of her climax, she heard Bang Chan's voice again, softer now, filled with satisfaction. "Beautiful," he whispered, his hand still moving inside her, coaxing every last drop of pleasure from her quivering form.

Mina sagged against the restraints, her mind reeling from the intensity of what they had shared. She had never experienced anything like this before, never surrendered so completely to another person. And as Bang Chan continued to stroke her, his touch gentling as her body calmed, she knew that this was only the beginning of their forbidden fetish frenzy.

[ltash]

MAKE A WISH

Part two

Ghost granted your wish in his bedroom.

Warning: 18+, Smut, p in v, intercourse, sexual theme, oral s*x.

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"Your room or mine?" He asked while carrying you upstairs.

"Your room," you whispered." It will be better."

He opened the door and kicked it closed, the sound resonating through the room. Pinning you against the wall, his gloved hand rested on your neck, his thumb gently stroking your lower lip, smearing your lipstick.

He took off his gloves, throwing them away, his rough thumb brushing against your rose petal-like lips. He pulled off his mask, revealing his brunette hair with blonde highlights. Darkness smudged around his caramel eyes, a cut on his upper lip extending all the way through his eyebrow. His fuller lips were inviting.

You stroked your finger from his forehead down to his eyes and to his lips, taking in his beautiful features. "Oh Simon! My gorgeous man," you whispered.

His navy blue uniform set you ablaze with desire.

His hand rested on the wall behind you as he leaned in close. Your lips locked in an intimate kiss. He took your chin between his thumb and index finger before his tongue explored every corner of your mouth. His kiss was so intoxicating you forgot you were high on booze. He tasted like a mix of bourbon and cigarettes. Your hands played with his brunette locks as your kiss grew more passionate, hungry for each other.

His teeth grazed your jaw, sucking your skin. His canines sank into your neck as he blessed you with a prominent hickey. You were madly in love with this man and ready to do whatever he wished from you.

He nipped and sucked at your neck and shoulder, drawing wild moans from you.

Taking your tiny waist in both of his hands, he sucked at the skin of your boobs, which were visible from the corset. You were about to pass out from his extremely intoxicating touch.

"I want to liberate you from these confines of clothes," he said. Your hand found the bulge in his tactical pants as you stroked it. With a jolt, he turned you around, unzipping your corset. You gasped at his sudden move. His hot hands made contact with the bare skin of your back. He sat on his knees behind you, kissing your back, licking your lower back up to your shoulders with his tongue. You let out shaky breaths.

He removed your corset and pulled your dress down slowly, revealing your thong. He stood up, his hand stroking your ass. He fisted your hair before he slapped your butt cheek hard.

"You are such a naughty girl, and naughty girls deserve to be punished," he growled, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

With each slap, a jolt of pleasure shot through you, mingling with the sting of pain to create a sensation unlike anything you had ever experienced. You arched your back, welcoming the delicious ache that blossomed across your skin.

"Oh, God," you moaned, your voice a breathless whisper as he continued to deliver his punishment with a firm hand. Each strike only fueled the fire that raged within you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As the cold metal of his knife made contact with your back, a shiver raced down your spine, goosebumps rising in its wake. With deliberate precision, he slid the blade downward, tracing a tantalizing path towards your thong.

You held your breath as the strap of your thong was severed, the fabric falling away and leaving you completely bare, vulnerable in front of him. Every nerve in your body seemed to pulse with anticipation, your senses heightened as you awaited his next move.

He turned you around, his hands immediately finding your breasts. His large hands cupped them firmly, drawing circles around your nipples with his thumbs. A shiver of pleasure shot through you, and you bit your lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

"Ooh," you gasped, feeling the heat of his touch radiating through your body. His gaze was intense, eyes locked onto yours as if searching for every flicker of desire.

He leaned in, his lips hovering close to your ear. "Do you like that?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. His touch was driving you wild, every caress sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His fingers continued their torturous dance, teasing your nipples until they were hard peaks, and you couldn't help but arch into his touch, seeking more.

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, while his other hand continued to knead and tease. You moaned louder this time, your fingers tangling in his hair as you lost yourself in the sensations he was creating.

His touch was relentless, and you were helpless under his expert hands, completely at his mercy as he drove you further into the depths of ecstasy.

He left a trail of kisses down from the valley between your breasts, his lips warm and soft against your skin. Every touch sent a shiver through your body, igniting a fire deep within you. He moved lower, his mouth exploring the curve of your waist, the gentle dip of your navel, and finally reaching the soft edge of your folds.

His breath was hot against your most sensitive area, and you could feel the anticipation building inside you. He paused for a moment, his lips hovering tantalizingly close, and you could barely contain your whimper of need.

"Simon, please," you begged, your voice barely a whisper.

With a low growl of satisfaction, he continued his journey, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. He licked and teased, his tongue dancing over your clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Your hands clenched into fists at your sides, trying to grasp something, anything, to ground yourself as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

He took his time, exploring every inch of you with his mouth, driving you to the brink of madness with his skillful touch. You were lost in a haze of sensation, your body trembling with desire, your mind consumed by the overwhelming need for release.

You were riding his face, rocking your hips back and forth as he sucked you down there, his tongue flicking and swirling with expert precision. Every movement sent waves of intense pleasure coursing through your body, making your back arch and your breath come in ragged gasps.

He gripped your hips, guiding your rhythm, his strong hands steadying you as you lost yourself in the sensation. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, needing more of his touch. The way he devoured you, the way his tongue danced over your most sensitive spots, was driving you wild.

You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Your moans grew louder, your movements more frantic, as you rode the edge of ecstasy. He never faltered, his mouth working tirelessly to bring you to the peak of pleasure.

With a final, powerful suck, he sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, a cry of pure bliss escaping your lips as you shattered, waves of orgasm crashing over you. He held you steady, his tongue continuing its relentless assault, prolonging your pleasure until you were a quivering, breathless mess above him.

Then he made you sit in front of him. Your hands found purchase on his thighs, the rough fabric of his tactical pants contrasting sharply with the smooth skin beneath. He unzipped his pants, and with a deft motion, took out his hard, veiny cock, the tip brushing against your lips.

"Take it," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

He took your hands, guiding them to his throbbing length. You wrapped your fingers around him, feeling the heat and the pulse of his arousal. His cock was heavy in your hands, and you stroked it tentatively, your touch light at first, then firmer as his groans urged you on.

His eyes, dark and intense, never left yours. He traced the shape of your lips with the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that leaked from him. The sensation was electrifying, making your own desire surge anew.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

You remained silent, your lips parting slightly, inviting him in. His breath hitched as you took him into your mouth, the taste of him filling your senses. You worked him slowly, savoring the way he responded, his groans growing louder, his body tensing with pleasure.

With every movement, you felt his control slipping, his need for you becoming more urgent. You were lost in the act, driven by the sounds of his pleasure and the sheer intensity of the moment.

Your heart raced with anticipation, the wetness between your thighs betraying the intensity of your desire.

You couldn't take his full length in. His size overwhelmed you, and you struggled to accommodate him fully.

"Stop," he said, his voice rough with restrained desire. He grabbed your shoulders, his grip firm yet not unkind, and gently pulled you to your feet.

He looked at you, his eyes dark with lust and something deeper, something almost tender. For a moment, you just stood there, your breaths mingling, the air between you charged with anticipation. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I want to see you."

His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every inch of bare skin. He guided you back against the wall, positioning you just right, and you felt the cool surface press against your heated skin. His fingers traced the line of your jaw, down your neck, and over your collarbone, igniting a trail of fire in their wake.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. His hands moved lower, caressing your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples, eliciting soft moans from deep within you.

He stepped back, just enough to gaze at you, his expression one of pure adoration mixed with raw need. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes, Simon. I'm ready."

He took off his jacket and his T-shirt, pulling off his pants and boxers.

He lifted you slightly, his strong hands guiding you as he positioned himself at your entrance. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for him, for the connection that only he could provide.

He entered you slowly, inch by agonizing inch, allowing you to adjust to his size. You gasped at the sensation, the delicious stretch as he filled you completely. Your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

Every movement, every touch, every breath you shared brought you closer, not just physically but emotionally. It was as if you were two halves of a whole, finally coming together in a union that was as powerful as it was inevitable.

"Simon," you moaned, your voice barely a whisper as you clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I love you."

"And I love you," he replied, his voice filled with emotion. "More than you'll ever know."

You were horny as fuck for him.

"Simon!!!" you moaned his name.

With every thrust, he delved deeper into the depths of your being, igniting a firestorm of passion that threatened to consume you both.

His nails, although trimmed, dug deep into the skin of your thighs as he thrust into you. Each powerful motion sent a jolt of intense pleasure through your body. He lifted you with ease, thrusting his cock effortlessly into you. Your walls tightened around him, every sensation amplified as you clung to him, desperate for more.

His breath was hot against your neck, his movements growing more urgent, more demanding. The rhythm of your bodies created a symphony of moans and gasps, the sound of your desire filling the room. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him as deeply as possible.

"Simon," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his hair as you held on tight. His pace quickened, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you, driving you wild with ecstasy.

"God, you feel so good," he growled, his voice rough and breathless. His eyes locked onto yours, and you could see the raw intensity of his desire mirrored in his gaze. "I can't get enough of you."

Your nails raked down his back, leaving trails of red as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only you and him, lost in the moment, consumed by your need for one another.

He carried you to the bed, still holding you firmly by your thighs. With a gentle but decisive push, he laid you down, your back hitting the mattress softly. Your fingers intertwined as his lips crashed into yours, the kiss deep and hungry, echoing the fervor of your passion.

His thrusts grew deeper, each movement more intense than the last. You could feel every inch of him inside you, filling you completely, your bodies perfectly in sync. The bed creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your moans and gasps, creating a symphony of desire.

He held your waist firmly yet gently, his strong hands guiding you as he thrust deep inside you. With each powerful movement, you felt a rush of sensations coursing through your body, igniting every nerve ending with desire. As he moved with purpose and intensity, you couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

Stars seemed to dance before your eyes, twinkling in the darkness of the room as he drove you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His rhythmic groans filled the air, a symphony of passion that fueled the fire burning between you. With each breathless gasp and primal moan, your own arousal soared to new heights, mingling with his in a potent blend of longing and lust.

Every thrust sent shivers down your spine, building the tension within you to unbearable levels. You clung to him, your nails digging into his skin, desperate for more of his touch, more of him.

With your legs draped over his shoulders, he leaned in closer, his movements deliberate and calculated as he thrust deeply into you. His cock reached the very limit of your being, eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain that overwhelmed your senses. Tears streamed down your face, a testament to the intensity of your connection and the raw emotion coursing through you.

As you cried out, your moans turning into sobs of ecstasy and release, he touched his forehead to yours, your eyes locking in a silent exchange of understanding and intimacy. In that moment, as your breaths mingled and your bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace, you saw a vulnerability in him that you had never witnessed before.

Gazing into his glassy, teary eyes, you realized that he was not the Simon you knew, the hardened soldier with a steely exterior. Instead, he was the most vulnerable man in that exact moment, stripped of his armor and baring his soul to you in a way that was both breathtaking and heartbreaking.

Simon's grip on your hands tightened, his lips never leaving yours as he drove you both closer to the edge. The sensation was overwhelming, every nerve in your body on fire. You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, wanting to feel him even deeper.

"God, Simon," you moaned against his lips, your voice trembling with need.

"I know, love," he whispered, his breath hot and ragged. "I'm right there with you."

As his climax approached, he whispered those three words that held so much weight and meaning. "I love you so much," he declared, his voice thick with emotion.

With a final, shuddering breath, his cock twitched and pulsed inside you, releasing his pearly liquid into the depths of your being. Gasping and panting, he collapsed over you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he sought solace in the embrace of your arms.

His head rested on your chest, rising and falling with each ragged breath as he recovered from the intensity of your shared experience. In that moment of quiet intimacy, surrounded by the echoes of your passion, you held him close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your skin.

You heard him sniffle, and you instinctively whispered his name, Simon. He looked at you, and you could see the tears glistening in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked softly.

"Yes," you admitted, feeling the sting of his departure already piercing your heart.

"I'm so sorry," he apologized, his voice heavy with remorse.

"You hurt me because you're leaving. I don't want you to leave me," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion.

He moved closer, enveloping you in his arms. "Someone has to go," he murmured.

"Why you?" you questioned, unable to comprehend why fate had to be so cruel.

"Because they need me," he replied solemnly. "And you won't be alone for long. I'm leaving Johnny with you."

"Johnny will devour my brain with his silly jokes," you said, trying to inject some levity into the somber moment.

"At least! He will protect you when I am not here. I can count on him, and you will not get bored with him. I promise you that," he said reassuringly.

You laid your head on his chest before drifting off to sleep in his comforting embrace.

The next morning, you woke up and realized Simon was not in the bed. You quickly got up, took a shower, and changed. As you went downstairs, you found them at the breakfast table. The chef had already prepared breakfast.

"Aye, come here! Have breakfast," Captain Price said.

Ghost looked mesmerizing in his leather jacket and blue jeans. As you settled beside him, he looked at you, his eyes filled with love.

"What ya want, love?" he asked.

He filled a glass of juice and a cup of tea for you, put your favorite jam on the bread, and placed the plate in front of you.

Captain Price was noting the way Simon catered to you. His brain was analyzing things which were going on between you and Ghost.

"Thank you, Simon."

"Aye, LT! Ah came tae yer door last night tae discuss somethin'. Ah thocht Ah heard somethin'. Like ye were bein' tortured—"

"Johnny!" Ghost gave him a death glare. "Eat your fucking breakfast," he said to Johnny.

"Thank you, Captain Price, for leaving Johnny here," you said.

"Ghost insisted, so I had to. We'll call Soap back when we need him," Captain Price replied.

Soap was silent, Ghost's death stare keeping him in check.

Pic credit:

Instagram: Vhenan Virabelasan

[georgiebrits]

Valentine's suprise - Kim Sunoo

You're in a dimly lit bedroom strewn with rose petals and candles. Sunoo lies on the bed with a box of chocolates in his hand. You sit next to him feeling a little nervous. He leans in for a kiss and you feel yourself getting hot. You thank Sunoo for the romantic setting and the box of chocolates, then lean in and kiss him deeply. As you separate, you grab his hand and bring it to your chest, letting him feel the warmth of your body. Sunoo stutters for a moment but then regains his composure, keeping up his dominant aura. He grips your waist tightly and pulls you in closer, making it clear that he's in control. "I hope you're ready for me," he says in a low, sultry voice, before leaning in for another kiss. As you stand there fully naked, you suddenly feel a bit insecure, your body on display for Sunoo. He notices the change in your expression and stops his movements, giving you his full attention. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asks softly, cupping your face in his hands. "You're beautiful, you know that? And I'm lucky to be here with you." Hearing Sunoo's words of reassurance, you feel your nervousness begin to dissipate. Giving him a smile, you nod your head, indicating that you're ready for him to continue. He takes your hand and guides you to the bed, laying you down gently. As he starts to kiss your neck, your body responds with newfound excitement and desire. Feeling the heat between your legs and wanting more, you instinctively reach for Sunoo's pants, eager to feel him against your skin. You pull him closer to you, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before pushing them down. Sunoo guides your hand to his member, making you bite your lip in anticipation. As Sunoo positions himself, he checks if you're wet enough, asking in a low voice if you're sure about this. You look him in the eyes, and with a nod, you reassure him that you want this as much as he does. With a sly grin, Sunoo continues, pushing into you slowly but steadily, filling you up completely. You moan in pain. Sunoo halts, asking if he should stop. You shake your head, saying you just needed more preparation. He nods, and while still inside you, he begins kissing all over your neck and chest while gently rubbing your clit. The sensations are overwhelming, and you feel yourself becoming more and more aroused. Your moans become louder as he continues to stimulate you in all the right ways. As he feels your moans growing more intense, Sunoo takes it as his cue to start thrusting slowly and deeply, his eyes locked onto yours. You arch your back, digging your fingernails into his back as the pleasure builds inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room as he continues his slow, steady rhythm. You can feel your body responding to his every movement. Your body is on fire with desire, and you tell Sunoo that he can go faster. This seems to unleash something inside him, and he has no restraints anymore, doing exactly what he wants. He begins to thrust harder and faster, bringing you to the edge of pleasure time and time again. You cling to him, your cries of ecstasy growing louder and more urgent with every passing moment. You can feel him deep within you, and every thrust brings you closer to the brink of release. As Sunoo thrusts into you with wild abandon, you feel yourself about to come undone. You can tell he's also close to the edge. Together, you reach the pinnacle of pleasure, your bodies quivering and shuddering together in a wild burst of ecstasy. You both collapse onto the bed, panting and sweating, basking in the afterglow of an unforgettable Valentine's Day. After your intimate moment, Sunoo pulls you into his arms and gently strokes your hair, whispering sweet words of affection in your ear. He brings a warm towel to gently clean you up, taking care of you with tenderness and care. You feel safe and loved in his arms as you cuddle together, enjoying the soft ambiance of the candle-lit room. It's a moment of pure bliss and connection, and you revel in it, feeling grateful for the amazing and caring lover that Sunoo is.

[heraadora]

You're the epitome of a bitter lesbian LMAO. Let me guess, male figure in your life hurt you and now anything male adjacent makes you repulsed? Trauma reeks out of your posts and trying to make heterosexual women detach from men because of YOUR personal issues is so funny. It really does read as a 16 year old girl who never truly grew out of that black-white mentality. Seeing a whole rant about how PIV sex is "evil actually" and "needs lube" when sufficient foreplay and a gentle hand is all that's needed as the fluids that come out with arousal is PLENTY. You disconnect the inherent emotional weight sex comes with.

There's a reason why women and men who get raped have a stronger psychological reaction than if they were beat. Sex comes with a million barriers that directly wire to your brain that drastically alters when it's taken without consent. You can easily delve into research that doesn't abide by your inherent biases by saying "it hurts!" When it easily can NOT hurt. Or adjust with, again, the gentle hands of a partner.

Let me guess, you advocate for women and men to whore themselves out with no clear direction? Having meaningless one night stands that leave them devoid and hungry for more, an ACTUAL relationship? Humans are social creatures. Much of the real pleasure is found in that connection, and sex is like a physical manifestation of a love between two; callously removing that makes you no better than a wild hedonistic dog with no grasp of conscience. Mindless pleasure that just brings a brief, superficial boost in dopamine that subsides in an instant when you're just using "a self warming toy" 💀

(Also, telling women not to have PIV sex while suggesting toys that serve to directly mimic PIV sex is genuinely so fucking stupid and defeats the entire purpose??? were you ACTUALLY thinking a thought or was past trauma that you can't glam up for Tumblr hitting your face again sweaty?)

Statistically, 75% Woman experience pain in PIV:

And I am not at all triggered. Foreplay and natural bodily fluids still won't help with the fact that PIV will start to hurt right after the threshold of 5 minutes in and you will need additional lube to take care of that or else you will end in serious Vaginal wall injury.

If you penetrate with mere bodily fluid it will start to hurt while inserting as you will be able to feel the rough skin texture and inside of Vaginal wall is sensitive and can cause irritation. Depending on your hymen size it will hurt from a little bit to downright bleeding and excruciating kind of pain. If you have a naturally big opening at birth it might slip easily or else you will have to do manual exercise for at least a couple months before actually pursuing it.

Also, You are the one writing coke rant on my month old Tumblr Post where I am showing people the reality of PIV Sex. If anyone is showing signs of clear trauma it's frankly you. And I am not traumatized by any man. I never fucked them. I am a Lesbian. I just know about how sex actually works and the people I fuck manage to get me off without making my vagina Bleed out in a insufferable level of pain in order to jerk their pee pee inside my hole and treat me as a broodmare rag doll.

Maybe you are a trad wife straight woman with insurmountable and parasitic level of attachment to the phallaus even though you never knew how it feels to have your mind going high at the moment of your 20th orgasm and that makes you bitter at lesbians who simply tell you to grow a spine and try alternatives like rose toys and vibrators. In that case you should get over your personal past trauma of being called a cock sucker whore for being such a ardent defender of PIV by some random terf tumblr account so that you can make peace with the fact that majority of woman and their body isn't accommodated enough to deal with PIV sex and there are plenty of sexual activities that are objectively much more erotically and physically pleasurable than PIV, and much more safer, healthier, better, and things that actually make you come, if you are a Female.

Either this or the last portion of your writing sort of gives off this weird impression that you are a straight man. So in case you are a straight man, umm..... your ex gf or gf or wife or whatever woman that bothered sleeping with you- lied about loving it and having a orgasm. She probably just wanted to be nice. You probably saw her releasing body fluids and then basically thought that is the marker of orgasm. When that's not even how orgasm works. The physical marker of orgasm is something only the woman who experienced it can tell. Majority of straight woman don't even know how a orgasm is supposed to feel because they never experienced it in the first place. You seriously think you made her climax? Really? LOL.

And about that sex toys comment,,,,,, I think you should know how sex toys actually look like. Since you are illiterate and that's probably because you are a man , here are a couple pictures of female accommodated sex toys. They range from vibrators to rose toys to Vagina Shaped Flesh Light for the purpose of Vaginal Scissoring and sensation of oral sex.

Anyways, It was a very sudden message. Putting radtwt tags on my post so that Our Radfem Ladies, Lesbian Girls, Femmes, Dykes and Knight in Armor and Prince Charming Butches can read it and have a good laugh out of it.

[tina-mairin-goldstein]

Welcome to the Murder Husband and Murder Family language of flowers fanfic collection, Words Are Not The Only Way, REBOOT.

This collection will be posted on AO3 and feature stories with the theme of the language flowers.

Rules and list of flowers below cut!

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The rules are simple: Claim a flower from the list posted below, and write a story featuring the flower and its meaning. It can be a Will/Hannibal, Will & Hannibal, Will & Abigail, Hannibal & Abigail, or Will & Hannibal & Abigail.

What is NOT allowed is Abigail paired with Will or Hannibal, or smut. Sexual content is allowed, so long as it is non-graphic, cut to black, or implied. No Explicit fics are allowed, unless it's for canon-typical violence.

AUs are allowed, including omega verse and mpreg.

Original child characters may be mentioned, so long as they are not the main focus of the story.

Past pairings are allowed. Will/Molly and Will/Margot and Hannibal/Bedelia and Hannibal/Alana are allowed as well in various capacities, but otherwise, Murder Husbands. No thruples or anything, please. No crossovers or anything within the HEU. Keep it Hannibal.

Stories may be any length you wish.

Post at any time. The collection will remain open for you.

Flowers are claimed on a first come, first served basis. Please put your claim in the notes below. I will make a list of who has claimed which and attach it. If more people would like to participate, I will add more flowers. Many flowers have many different meanings, so you may pick one meaning among the others, or choose to incorporate them all. That is up to you.

FLOWERS

Rosemary- Remembrance- Claimed by @tina-mairin-goldstein

Zinnia- I mourn your absence, friendship, endurance, daily remembrance, goodness, lasting affection

Snowdrop- Hope

Lilac- First emotions of love, happiness, tranquility

Hyacinth- Forgiveness and sorrow (purple), desire (general)

Eglantine Rose- Pleasure and pain

Butterfly Weed- Let me go

Cyclamen- Resignation, diffidence, goodbye

Lavender- Distrust, serenity

Marigold- Grief, jealousy- Claimed by @bliss-is-in-blood

Peony- Bashfulness, happy life, shame

Salvia- I think of you (blue), forever mine (red)

Bittersweet- Truth

Hellebore- Anxiety

White Rosebud- Girlhood

Petunia- Anger, resentment, your presence soothes me

Amaryllis- Pride

Forsythia- Anticipation- Claimed by @k1ngl30n

Lady's Mantle- Comfort, I am here for you

Willow- Sorrow

Honeysuckle- True happiness, good fortune, sweetness toward one another

The flowers themselves can appear in many different forms, too! In the garden, bouquets, out in the wild, spotted at the florist, made into a tea, in a drawing, as a scent; anything you like! If it's in tea or food, make sure it isn't poisonous, unless your goal is death or sickness. Have fun!