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rosescovenwrites · 1 year ago

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10th Doctor NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: pegging, spit kink, graphic descriptions of cum, threesomes mentioned, pegging, bondage, the Doctor's massive cock (needs a warning in and of itself)

a = aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

The absolute sweetest boy, he will clean you up, shower you off (might go for round 2 if you're up for it), cuddle with you, and do whatever you want. He gets hungry after sex so he will make you both a little snack.

b = body part (his favorite body part of his and yours)

The Doctor personally favors his hands because he knows how to use them (like fuck have you seen David’s hands, they do those close ups of them for a reason). Whether he’s touching your ass or your pussy, he knows how to get you riled up and ready to take him.

On a cheesy note he adores the cute faces you make when he’s fucking you and just in general. Sexually speaking, he loves your ass. When you're off on another planet he is shameless and grabs it when no one is looking (some planets physical affection in public is totally normal so if someone did catch him no one would bat an eyelash).

c = cum (anything to do with cum)

He cums a lot and can do so several times in a session. Perks of being a time lord. His favorite place to cum is on your body in some way. If he’s taking you from behind he will paint your ass white with his cum. He cums inside you once you feel comfortable with that.

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of his)

The Doctor really enjoys being tied up sometimes and edged and vice versa. He would use his different ties and it is super hot.

e = experienced (how experienced is he? does he know what he’s doing?)

Being over 900 years old he has had his fair share of sexual partners.

f = favorite position (goes without saying)

The Doctor really likes the legs on shoulders position because he can penetrate you deeper and because he likes to look at you during sex. Normal missionary is too boring for you both.

g = goofy (is he more serious in the moment? humorous? etc.)

This is the 10th Doctor we are talking about, so he can be goofy at times during sexy time. Sex isn’t always pretty like it is in the movies, silly things can happen. Sometimes when he is stressed he gets more serious and the sex is always ungodly hot regardless.

h = hair (how well groomed is he? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps things clean and trims when needed.

i = intimacy (how is he during the moment? is he romantic?)

He is adorably loving and sweet, always checking how you are and he is a consent king.

j = jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

Because he is always with you, he really doesn’t need to masturbate. Though there are times when he thinks he’s being sneaky and he masturbates in your shared bedroom in the Tardis and you walk in on him, he is adorable and turns bright red but you of course urge him to keep going. Mutual masturbation is also something you both partake in, usually as a form of foreplay but he does prefer to touch you himself.

k = kink (one or more of his kinks)

Praise kink 100%, you praise him, he praises you and it is so sweet

Sir kink, it makes him so fucking hard when you call him that

Edging, delayed gratification for both parties makes the orgasm so much better

Bondage, nothing too kinky but he loves restraining you with his ties or blindfolding you with one to heighten your senses

Spit kink, spitting in your mouth or you in his to taste each other’s juices/cum

Not sure if this is considered a kink but he is into him being fully clothed while fucking you and you being completely naked.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually in the Tardis of course (not when it's moving though that would be terrifying and no one would be handling the controls), specifically in the bedroom. He likes you both to be comfortable and the bed is typically the best place to do that. Sometimes in the bath or shower when the timing is right.

m = motivation (what turns him on?)

When you wear more revealing clothing or when you wear one of his iconic suits

Simple but effective when you bend over in front of him

When you tug on his hair during a kiss

When you’re confident, it makes him both happy and horny

n = no (something he wouldn’t do)

Nothing that would severely hurt or injure you, spanking and choking is hot but nothing too aggressive.

Nothing to do with bodily fluids (blood, urine, shit, etc.)

No dubious consent he is too sweet for that and it feels icky for him

No weapon play

o = oral (preference on giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves, loves, loves eating you out and he knows you feel so good because you pull on his hair a bit. On the other hand, he loses his mind when you suck him off because the noises you make and the sex in your eyes drives him wild and makes him absolutely feral. When you gag on it, it strokes his ego (clearly not the only thing being stroked ;) ).

p = pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

The Doctor can be either depending on his mood. Regardless of pace he constantly checks with you because he wants to make you happy, safe, and comfortable.

q = quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Usually, the Doctor likes to take his time with you when you have sex. He certainly finds quickies fun and thrilling but he loves to have longer intimate time spent with you. One time you had a quickie it was rough and dirty (which is usually how they go). Jack almost caught the two of you in the act, but he didn’t see anything but he knew because you both had sex hair and you still had his tie around your neck.

r = risk (is he okay with experimenting? does he take risks?)

The Doctor would take risks to an extent, but nothing too crazy. Public sex is not something he would be into because he loves you too much to risk that. However, he doesn’t mind going for a quickie in a bathroom or closet, maybe even in the parked Tardis with the door open if you’re both feeling a bit on the frisky side.

s = stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)

He can go about 5-6 rounds and he usually can last anywhere from 10 minutes (for quickies) or 45 minutes (when he wants to take his time with you, he wants to make you cum as many times as possible).

t = toys (does he own toys? how much does he use them? on you or him?)

I feel like there would be a lot of like intergalactic sex toys you find along the way on your travels with the Doctor. I can’t be the only person who thinks how sonic screwdrivers look a whole lot like vibrators.

On him, he would probably try pegging at least once, but I have a feeling he would really, truly enjoy it.

u = unfair (how much does he like to tease?)

As stated above, edging is huge for the Doctor both when giving and receiving. You tease each other an equal amount and are both switches. Sometimes he will whisper dirty things in your ear when you are out and about and gives you subtle touches but says you have to wait. You tease him too by sucking on a lollipop or popsicle or walking around the Tardis in one of his shirts and nothing else.

v = volume (how loud is he? what kind of noises does he make, etc.)

The Doctor is not afraid to grunt, moan, and be vocal about how good you feel. He also loves to praise the hell out of you and say things like “good girl” but also “my little slut” when he is being mean in bed or is in a mood.

w = wild card (random headcanon)

He would be down for a threesome, usually he wouldn’t want to share you because he loves you and only you (we love a loyal baby girl, 10 is so baby girl sometimes I swear). He might even fuck around with you and the Captain Jack Harkness. The Doctor has always been queer to me and there has always been undertones of that.

I know in the show he hates being called sir in a professional way, but when you say it during sex he loves how obedient and good you’re being for him.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

You know the David Ten-inch joke and I know that’s MASSIVE but in my canon it is 100% accurate.

y = yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

Doctor Who, more like Doctor Horny, this man loves to fuck. He can go multiple rounds in a night/day and has a pretty quick refractory period.

z = zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards?)

I feel like the Doctor would be kind of energetic or “on a high” after sex since he’s not human, he would lie with you because you’re exhausted (especially after going several rounds) and he will eventually drift off to sleep beside you.

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tswaney17 · 2 years ago

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I Do Bad Things with You - Part 37

This part is dedicated to @fawnandshadows. Though Valentine's Day isn't my favorite, I know you love it and I want to give this part to you. So, Happy Valentine's Day, my love. 💕

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Credit to @featherymalignancy for Cassian’s nickname, Cash. 😘

Trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault , language, NSFW

Word Count: 5,879

The night of Feyre’s gallery showing came up faster than Elain anticipated, having a week full of surgeries and a few fourteen-hour shifts. To say she was looking forward to a night off with her family was an understatement.

She was in the walk-in closet, slipping on the dress she had purchased just the other week for tonight. It fit her like a glove, and now with her hair and makeup done, Elain felt even more beautiful than when she tried it on. She managed to get it half-zipped but would need Az’s help for the remainder. Slipping on her heels, she stepped out of the closet and found him with his back to her, putting cuffs on.

“Az,” she called. “Can you zip me up?”

He turned to face her and froze. Those golden eyes flicked over every inch of her. Devouring her. Like he couldn’t look at her enough. “Elain,” he groaned, slowly moving forward. “Fucking hell.” His scarred hand landed on her waist, tugging her closer to him. “You look…wow.”

A smile curved on her lips. “Is that all you can say?”

“When you come out here looking like some divine goddess…forgive me if it takes me a few moments for my brain to catch up.” His fingers stroked over her body, touching her everywhere he could. “Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, fucking delicious…” his mouth quirked up, “I could go on.”

She huffed a laugh. “Well, aren’t you a man with many words?”

“My mouth has many things it wants to do with you,” he murmured, kissing her hungrily.

Elain’s toes curled in her heels. “Did our earlier romp not satisfy you enough to last through the evening,” she teased, even as warmth pooled between her legs.

He kissed her jaw, her throat, over her pounding pulse point. “I’ll never have enough of you, my love.”

She smiled brightly, running her fingers over the lapels of his suit jacket. “Can you zip me please?”

He motioned for her to turn around, running those delectable scarred fingertips over her exposed skin and making her shiver. He gripped her zipper and pulled, but when she felt it going southward, she had to chastise him.

“Azriel,” Elain admonished. “Zip up, not down.”

His devious little grin pressed into her shoulder. “You sure?”

“We are not missing Feyre’s showing because you’re a scoundrel.”

He hummed. “You didn’t seem to mind my scoundrel tendencies this morning when I had my head between your legs.” Tugging the zipper in the correct direction, Az placed one more kiss on her bare neck before fluffing her hair back into place.

Elain twisted in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You made a compelling argument this morning.”

“I can make many compelling arguments right now,” he told her, grabbing at her behind.

She laughed, pulling out of his arms. “Tempting. But what is it that you always say about delayed gratification?”

Those hazel eyes went dark with lust. “Elain Violet Archeron, you little minx. Don’t make me remind you just how much I love to delay your gratification when we get home.”

“You drive a hard bargain. Let’s reconvene later tonight,” she told him, adjusting his collar. “You need a tie.”

“And a watch. Do you want to pick one out for me?” he asked her, giving her a playful push towards the closet where he kept his collection stored.

Elain slid open the top drawer of his closet chest and paused when her eyes found a particular watch sitting on a plush cushion. Her fingers traced over the face, the worn, leather band. It was the watch she had given to him the night of their high school graduation—before he had broken up with her.

“Did you pick one?” came his midnight voice from the entrance of their closet.

She lifted the piece of jewelry from the drawer and turned to face him. “You still have this?”

He stepped further into the room. “I wore that every day through Bootcamp and after until it basically gave out on me.” He touched the band where it looked close to breaking. “I didn’t want to lose it so I stopped wearing it.”

“I can’t believe you still have it.”

Az gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her gaze to meet his. “It was my one connection to you through all those years apart. Think of it as my gym shirt.”

Her cheeks heated at the mention of said shirt that she kept for over a decade. “You know you don’t actually have to keep it now. It wasn’t the most expensive piece of jewelry—not in comparison to what you wear now.”

Those eyes softened indefinitely. “El, that will always remain my favorite watch because it’s one you gave to me. That you bought with your hard-earned money in high school. I will never get rid of it.” He let his thumb stroke her plump, bottom lip before leaning in to kiss her tenderly.

“You’re too sweet for me,” she murmured onto his lips. Turning, she placed the old one back and searched through his collection for another. To be honest, Elain was only familiar with the Rolex brand, but Azriel had five other watches in this drawer that he didn’t wear on a day-to-day basis. She eyed his suit—typical black—but he forgo the white button-down for a black one. He looked like a living shadow. Following his style, she grabbed his single solid black watch, the only hint of color were the gold numbers, hands, and logo on the face. “How’s this?” she asked, presenting it to him.

His mouth quirked up. “Perfect.”

Elain beamed. “You look very handsome, Az.”

He brushed a kiss to her temple, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Not as beautiful as you, my love, but I suppose we’ll make the most gorgeous couple at the showing.”

She laughed softly.

“Are you ready?”

“I need to just tighten the strap of my left shoe. It’s a little loose. Then I’m ready.” She moved to sit on the little ottoman they had in their closet, but he stopped her, kneeling to adjust the strap himself, and then brushed a light kiss on her bare thigh from the slit of her dress before rising to his feet.

“Thank you,” Elain murmured, taking his hand.

Azriel led her from their bedroom and down the stairs where the Moonbeam twins were waiting, dressed in suits and ties and looking immaculate as ever. Since the night of the club when she had felt somebody watching them, he’d amped up her security. Fenrys and Connall were constantly at her side, escorting her to and from the hospital. They even went as far as doing security checks in the lobby area and parking lot before letting her out of the car.

It was over the top, but Elain let Az have his way for the last week to appease his need to control the situation at hand. However, she was almost late to work twice and this wasn’t going to work as a long-term solution.

“Azriel, Elain, you both look lovely,” Connall greeted them. “I like the contrasting black and white attire you have going on.”

They glanced at each other, chuckling at the realization. It was giving a Phantom at the Opera vibe. “Well,” she began, “he is my darkness.”

“And she my light,” he finished.

Connall grinned.

Her eyes turned to the other brother and met Fenrys’s gaze. He gave her a once over, then offered her a small smile. Things had shifted slightly between them since the shopping trip. Whatever feelings Fen was having, it was clear he was doing his best to not let them interfere with his job. Elain appreciated it completely—she just wished he kept up his sassy attitude with her.

She missed her friend.

Just like at the hospital fundraiser, both twins were wearing coms to communicate with each other and would be escorting them around Feyre’s showing. You can never be too careful, Az had told her.

The drive over was fairly quiet. Azriel kept his hand placed on her thigh, bared from the slit of her dress, his thumb rubbing back and forth on the inside of her knee.

When they arrived at the showing, Az grabbed the umbrella to fight off the rain that had begun to fall on their car ride over and escorted her with an arm around her waist, the twins following close behind each under their own.

Feyre’s art skills blew up about five years prior, her pieces being attractive to the rich and famous alike, and she became a household name around the world. So, it wasn’t surprising to see the place packed with people, eager to see her new pieces.

Azriel handed her a glass of champagne from a passing server tray. “Come, I want to show you what I’ve purchased for my office at work.” With one hand holding his own glass and the other low on her back, he guided her through the crowd until they stood in front of this beautiful artwork of what Elain knew was a depiction of his Illyrian heritage.

She let out a small breath, eyes taking in every inch of the gorgeous work. “You purchased this?” she asked, turning to look up at him.

His gaze was still on the piece, but there was a very faint pink hue to his cheeks. “I did.”

Elain blinked, once again looking at the art. “It’s an Illyrian.”

“In our previous form, yes.” His thumb swooped soothingly over her hip.

“Why did you buy this?”

“You know I have that blank wall in my office—”

“No,” she interrupted. “Not a painting in general but this specific one. You’ve never embraced your Illyrian heritage before.”

He cocked his head to the side, dark hair sliding across his brow. “It spoke to me, I suppose. Your sister showed me this piece by accident; it wasn’t even completed at that point, but something struck me inside. Made me drawn to it. Want it. Even in the early stages, I knew I needed this.”

She listened to his words and took in the painting once more. “It’s a show of strength.” Elain nodded towards the painting. “That’s what I get from this piece. The Illyrian has overcome some hardship, reaching the top of the mountain of his quest. His journey. I see him embracing that strength. It reminds me of you.” She turned to face him. “I see you in this painting.”

Azriel kissed the side of her head.

They slowly made their way through the exhibit until they found their siblings.

“You made it!” Feyre squealed, embracing them both.

Elain laughed softly. “Did you think we wouldn’t?”

Her elder sister smirked. “Seeing as he can’t keep his hands off you, yes, a little bit.”

“Nesta!” she hissed, blushing furiously. “Please don’t tell me you all bet on us coming tonight.”

Cassian tossed an arm over Nesta’s shoulder and plucked her champagne glass from her fingers. “Not this time, Ellie. Though it was tempting after hearing about that dress you’re wearing.” He winked, taking a swig.

“Such poetry, brother,” Azriel drawled.

“Before you two get into it, because I can already see it coming,” Nesta started, waving a hand dismissively between the two males, “are you all available this weekend? We want to do dinner with everybody.”

It wasn’t often Nesta asked to get together—actually, it was never—so, to have her requesting family dinner came as a bit of a surprise. “I’m on shift this weekend, but what about the next?”

Her sister glanced up at her husband who nodded at her. “That works for us. Fey?”

Feyre was already checking her calendar on her phone. “Yup, that should work for us. Rhys?”

“I’ll make whatever day work.”

“Do you have anywhere specific in mind? I have a new recipe I’d love to try out on you all if you’re interested in coming to the penthouse,” Elain asked.

“What are you making?” Cassian queried, clearly interested in getting some of her cooking.

She laughed. “Chicken marsala.”

“Sold!” Cash whooped. “I love marsala sauce.”

Nesta grinned. “That sounds perfect. Are you sure you’re okay to cook? Can we bring anything?”

“Just your lovely selves. Let’s do six o’clock.” Elain loved to play host whenever she could. The idea of having her family over, feeding them something she made from her heart brought her such joy.

Azriel’s large hand squeezed her hip as he leaned down to kiss the side of her head.

She curled herself into his side, savoring his warmth as they continue browsing the artwork and mingling with other guests.

~~~

Two weeks had come and gone in a flash.

Elain was at the stove stirring the chicken marsala when two strong arms wrapped around her middle and a head settled on her shoulder.

Azriel kissed her cheek, his nose slotting her hair to get better access to her neck.

She giggled. “Azriel, I’m trying to make dinner.”

“And I’m trying to kiss you,” he murmured lightly in her ear, teeth grazing her lobe.

Setting the wooden spoon down, she twisted in his arms. Reaching up, she took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply.

His hands slipped under her skirt to feel the bare skin of the back of her thighs and lower ass.

“You’re so soft,” she teased.

That made him pull back and raise a brow. “Believe me, love, when I say that nothing about me is soft. Especially not when I’m around you.”

She huffed a laugh and rolled her eyes at the innuendo. “That’s not what I meant you prick.” Rising on her tiptoes, she kissed his chest right over his heart. “Your heart is soft—your soul.”

He looked a bit startled at her words like he wasn’t expecting her to say them out loud. Az still sometimes believed himself to be this monster—especially since the rise of this new threat.

It fractured her chest knowing that he believed himself responsible. “I love you, Az. All of you.” Elain would spend the next eternity telling him those exact words until he truly believed them himself.

“I love you, too,” he breathed, kissing her again. More intensely than before. With purpose and need and desire and love.

Too wrapped up in each other to notice the ding of the elevator, it was Cash’s voice that finally pulled them apart. “Gross, guys. Not near the food,” he complained.

Az turned to glare at his brother, but Elain just raised a brow.

“Does that bother you, Cash? If so, you may want to avoid the table, the counter, the couch,” she began, counting on her fingers as she went. “The gym room, his desk, the stairs—”

“The washing machine,” Azriel added helpfully.

Elain pointed at him. “Oh, I forgot about that one.”

“Okay, enough!” he sighed. “Gods, fucking rabbits, the both of you.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. They hadn’t truly done it on all the things she listed off, but it was worth seeing Cassian’s face turn paler after each location. No, they hadn’t had sex on all of them, but they were marking them off relatively quickly. She chanced a glance at the male next to her finding a knowing smirk on his lips.

He knew exactly where her mind went, and he was inclined to indulge in whatever she wanted. Azriel planted a kiss on her cheek before turning back to the stove to take over for her.

Elain made her way over to the fridge as their family settled into the barstools, noting how both Cash and Rhys avoided touching the top of the counter. “Wine okay for you lot? Red or white?”

“Works for me,” Cash answered. “Red, please.”

Feyre and Rhys echoed his choice.

“Nesta?” she asked, opening the door of the fridge to pull a bottle out.

“None for me,” her elder sister stated.

Both she and Azriel whipped around to look at Nesta. Rhys and Feyre were also gapping at her non-choice of drink. Her elder sister was a wine enthusiast at heart. She never turned down a glass—or bottle for that matter.

She was at Cash’s side, his arm slung around her waist. But it was the glowing smile on her face that gave away her truth.

“You’re pregnant,” Elain blurted, shoving the refrigerator door shut.

Cassian tugged his wife closer, kissing her shoulder.

Nesta nodded, a small smile tugging on her lips. “Yes, we are.”

Both she and Feyre squealed, rushing to pull their oldest sister into a bone-crushing hug. “Oh, I’m so happy!”

Azriel came around the counter to clap Cassian on the back. “Congratulations, brother. Happy for you both.” He turned towards his sister-in-law and hugged her as well.

“How far along are you?” she asked, hand running down Nesta’s very small baby bump.

Cash’s smile was infectious. “Three months.”

“Three months!” Feyre shouted. “You’ve been pregnant for three months and you haven’t told us?”

Her elder sister chuckled. “We wanted to make sure it stuck. It’s normal to wait to tell people for the first couple of months.”

In case she miscarried is what she didn’t have to say. “I think we’re all just so excited to have a little niece or nephew in six short months,” Elain said.

Azriel’s hand landed on her lower back, thumb brushing her spine. “Well, dinner is ready. Have you had any issues with morning sickness or anything we should be made aware of that might set you off?”

Cassian gaped at his brother’s words.

“No, I’m fine. Nothing serious has hit me yet, so I guess I’m lucky. I did ask the doctor about it yesterday at our appointment and she told me to just thank whatever gods I believe in because it’s not common to have little nausea.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Az said, nudging her to finish pouring wine for the others. “Dinner is served.”

They all fell into easy chatter during their meal. It felt like old times when they would spend their Sunday nights eating and complaining about school the following day. Elain couldn’t help but notice how both her sister and her husband would constantly touch her stomach—Nesta’s hand laying on top or Cassian wrapping an arm around her waist and splaying his palm over it protectively. It was undeniably adorable even if it made her heart twinge a bit. She was just a few short months from her twenty-ninth birthday and although she loved her career and the life she had, Elain couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

She and Azriel hadn’t spoken about having kids yet—frankly, she wasn’t even sure he wanted kids given the childhood he had. It made her a bit nervous about bringing it up. So, she didn’t, letting herself just enjoy the life he had given her. Instead, she smiled happily at her sister and Cash, and let the eagerness of having a niece or nephew sweep away any thoughts about having children of her own.

“Elain, how’s the hospital? Any interesting cases recently?” Cassian asked her, drawing her from her reverie.

A smirk turned up on her lips. “Actually, yes. I have quite the story for you.” She launched into her little anecdote, feeling Azriel’s hand on her thigh as he listened intently to her.

“Viviane called me down for a surgical consult in the emergency room. She had this conniving, little smirk on her face as she handed me an iPad with the patient’s records on it and said and I quote, ‘your surgical consult is in room 1A and he is vibrating with excitement to meet you.’ Now, that should’ve been my first clue that this was her being a little shit.

“My second mistake was not fully reading the patient’s charts before I walked into his room. I opened the door and started to introduce myself when I was greeted by a prominent, male moan.”

Azriel gave her a look. “You what now?”

She patted his hand. “Exactly what I said. This dude shoved a vibrator up his butt and it got stuck in there while it was on.”

Cassian spat wine across the table, laughing hysterically. “You’re fucking lying.”

“Goddammit, Cash,” Azriel grumbled, pouncing on the mess with his napkin.

Elain shook her head. “I wish I was. He was young, barely twenty-one, and likely had a partner who just dropped him off at the hospital when they couldn’t get it out.”

“So, what happened?” Feyre asked, genuinely curious.

“Well, I assessed him for surgery, which he didn’t need. Viv knew this and just wanted me to experience the whole ordeal. She’s on my shit list.” The others laughed, listening with rapt attention. “It was too far in to try and pull out with it on. And, unfortunately, the off button wasn’t in a location we could reach.”

Azriel looked slightly horrified. “So, he had to just lay there with it on? Constantly being stimulated and—” he cut himself off, but she finished for him.

“He continuously orgasmed for seven solid hours until the battery died.” Everyone shuddered at the table. The idea of seven hours of rolling orgasms sounded utterly torturous. “I hooked him up to an IV of fluids and gave him some meds to help numb him back there so the orgasms were less intense, but getting in there while he was experiencing that just wasn’t going to work.”

“Did you…?”

She shook her head. “Not a surgical procedure. But I made sure to have Viv in there for that piece of it.”

“Note to self,” Cassian started, “don’t put anything in one’s ass.”

“At least anything that isn’t attached to the rest of somebody’s body,” Elain amended.

Azriel choked into his drink, eyes going dark at the subtle innuendo. There was a devilish look in his slight smile that he shot her.

Dutifully ignoring the heated look Az was giving her, their family moved into the living area for the remainder of the evening. It was when Nesta was practically falling asleep on Cassian’s shoulder that everyone decided to call it a night.

“Are you sleeping okay?” Elain asked her sister as they walked towards the elevator.

“Yes and no. I’ll wake up sometimes because my hips will start to ache. But I’m tired all day long—fuck I miss caffeine,” she laughed softly. “I’ve never needed naps in my life until now.”

Cassian’s face lit up at his wife’s words. “Naps are the best.”

“You’re not the one growing the baby.”

He flashed a roguish grin. “But I put it in there. And if that means I get to spend more time cuddling you, then I’ll do it over and over again.”

Nesta’s face paled. “Okay, cowboy. Let’s just calm down and do it one at a time.”

Feyre was hiding her giggle behind her palm.

Cash kissed her cheek as the doors pinged open. “Thanks for having us,” Rhys said, clapping Az on the back.

Azriel’s arm slid around her shoulders, tucking her into his side. “Anytime. And congratulations to you both again.” The door had barely slid shut on their sibling’s smiling face when he pounced. “So,” he began, kissing her neck, “the table, the counter, my office…”

Elain laughed huskily, melting into his kisses, and tilted her head to give him better access to her throat. Her hands slid to his strong shoulders. “I also said the stairs.”

He growled, the sound sending shivers wracking through her body.

“The washing machine?” she questioned, tipping her head in the other direction to urge him to move on to her other side. Her hands threaded through his dark locks, tugging and earning a deep, throaty groan.

“The vibrations of the machine when you’re sitting on it,” he purred as an answer.

Her body tightened at the implication. “Which one tonight?” she dared to ask as his hands moved to the backs of her thighs.

He hoisted her into the air like she weighed nothing, which was hard to believe since she was curvier than either of her sisters. “Who said anything about doing one?” Azriel’s mouth found hers and greedily took what he wanted. “I think I’d like to take you on every surface of this penthouse. We’ve already made great progress. So, the question isn’t about which one, but rather which one first?”

Elain moaned at his words, legs tightening around his trim waist. “Table,” she choked out.

Az pulled back to look at her face, his grin a slash of white. “Excellent. I’m starving.” He carried her over to the table and set her down on the edge, then spread her thighs open with his scarred palms so he could slot himself between her legs. Devouring her mouth, his fingers tugged on the sweater dress she was wearing, shucking it off her body and leaving her in her undergarments and thigh-high socks—having ditched her shoes earlier in the evening.

He traced her skin to the bra clasp on her back. Freeing her breasts, Azriel wasted no time in sucking a pert nipple between his lips.

Elain’s body arched into him, heat pooling between her thighs. Her skin grew hot all over as his mouth moved onto her other breast.

Grabbing her hips, he tugged her until she was firmly pressed into his hardening crotch.

She whined, grinding herself into him as best as she could with her ass barely on the edge of the table.

Kissing his way down her body, he planted soft kisses on her clothed pussy. “Already so wet for me, love.”

“Why don’t you show me what that wicked tongue can really do,” she huffed, growing impatient from the unbearable ache.

Hooking his fingers into the lace band, he tore her panties off her hips and tossed them on the floor behind him.

It felt positively filthy to be sitting naked, soaking wet on their dining room table, but Elain was beyond sanitary thoughts at this point. She just needed relief, whether by his mouth, his fingers, or his cock. “Azriel, please,” she begged.

“You beg so prettily, baby. Lie down,” he ordered, placing a hand on her shoulder and pushing her into a reclining position.

She yelped as she back lay on the cold table surface. Lifting her head, she watched as Azriel hooked an ankle around one of the chairs and pulled it to him so he could sit down at the table. Elain let out a wanton moan at the sight of him sitting there ready to feast on her like she was his own personal meal, her legs hooked over his shoulders as his arms banded around her thighs, locking her in place.

His nose nuzzled into the junction of her hip, hot breath ghosting over her drenched slit.

At the first swipe of his tongue, Elain’s back arched as she cried out in ecstasy. Azriel gave her no mercy. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he flicked it with his tongue before lapping down at her entrance.

Her fingers dug into his hair, gripping it for dear life and using it as a tether to anchor herself to him. She desperately wanted to grind herself into his face, but his grip on her held firm, holding her steady to the table.

The sounds he made were completely indecent, but she didn’t care. Not as she propelled closer and closer to that edge.

“Azriel. I’m gonna—”

The graze of his teeth on her clit sent her spiraling into her orgasm.

She screamed as pleasure swept over her body, back coming off the table but hips still pinned down by Az’s strength.

He kept sucking, kept drawing out her orgasm until she was a limp mess, legs sagging on his shoulders.

Elain’s breath came out in steady pants, eyes closed as she tried to regain herself in her body.

“Look at the mess you made of me,” Azriel purred from between her legs.

Lust-filled eyes peeked open to look at him, her release dripping off his chin. It was positively sinful and made heat rush back to her core. “You look depraved.”

He chuckled as he kissed the inside of her thigh, sinking his teeth in her tender flesh to mark her.

Softly crying out, Elain’s leg twitched at the sensation of his mouth.

“I am depraved when it comes to you, baby,” he told her as he pulled his shirt over his head.

She watched him strip, revealing more of his glorious muscles and tanned skin to her. Her heart sped up in her chest as he looked down at her like she was his prey. Her thighs dampened even more when he leaned forward to kiss her, rubbing his cock against her pussy. “Wait,” she panted, placing a hand on his chest.

Azriel froze immediately.

“Let me up.”

He did, helping her sit up and slide off the table.

Before he could even ask if she was okay, Elain turned, took a deep breath, and bent over the table.

“El…sweetheart. What are you doing?” he asked her, voice cautious.

She looked at him from over her shoulder, hair sliding across her back. “I want to try this.”

He placed his warm palm on her hip, thumb stroking her skin. “Are you sure, Elain? I know the kind of position this puts you in and I don’t want to be the cause of you reliving any of your past.”

Standing upright, she turned to face him fully. The concern on his face made her heart leap into her throat. She reached up to cup his cheek. “I know, Az. I want to do this, to try this with you. I want you to replace those bad memories with good ones. Happy ones. Please, at least try it.”

“I will always try things with you, love. Just promise me that the moment you feel any discomfort, or anything at all, you’ll tell me.”

She smiled softly. “I promise.”

He leaned down to kiss her before gently twisting her back towards the table. “Lie down.” His steady hand pressed on her upper back, carefully pushing her towards the tabletop.

Elain followed his direction, lying back down on the cool surface. Her hands splayed out, fingertips digging in.

A scarred palm ran over the curve of her behind. “You look so fucking gorgeous standing like this,” he murmured, lips running down her spine. Kneeling, Az placed a teasing kiss on her pussy.

She whined, hips undulating towards his mouth. “Please, Az.”

Rising, he nudged her entrance with the head of his cock, splitting her open. “Spread your legs for me.”

She did.

“Wider.”

Elain split her legs open as far as she could while still maintaining her height, giving him the room to roll his hips into her.

Azriel leaned over her, nibbling on the junction of her neck while his one hand reached out and laced their fingers over the backside of her hand. He gripped her shoulder to provide some leverage and slowly rolled his hips into her, pushing himself inside of her.

Her head bowed, fingers tightening on his. She moaned as he filled her, and filled her, and filled her with his cock, taking more of it with each thrust of his hips.

“You feel so damn good, El,” Azriel groaned into the soft skin of her neck. “So fucking tight.” He peppered kisses over her shoulder after bottoming out, letting her get adjusted to his size and giving her time to feel comfortable with the position.

Elain rose on her tiptoes, settling her hips up onto the tabletop. “Az, please. I need you to move.”

Giving her one last chaste kiss on her neck, Azriel began to really snap his hips into hers, fucking her how she wanted him, needed him to.

With each pass of his cock, he hit that delicious spot deep inside her that had stars dancing in her vision. “Oh gods,” she cried out, eyes closing at the pleasure radiating up her spine. “Don’t stop.” Elain’s hand moved on its own accord, grabbing the hand on her shoulder and sliding it to the back of her neck.

Azriel’s hips stalled. “Love, are you sure?” The worry in his voice fractured her heart into millions of little pieces.

“Yes, Az. Please, please.”

Scarred fingers dug into the back of her neck as he picked up his pace. “My gorgeous baby is such a good girl for me. Letting me fuck her on our table. Give me your pleasure, love. I want you to come for me. Now.”

Elain cried out, shattering around his cock. Her legs shook as her orgasm swept over her. Sweet release and relief.

Working her through it, Azriel thrust hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure until he came balls deep inside of her.

She pulsed around him, collapsing completely onto the table as she tried to catch her breath.

But he had different ideas, tugging her off the table and dropping them into the chair behind him, still buried to the hilt.

She reclined against him, panting hard as she fought to catch her breath.

Azriel’s palms ran over her body, stroking it to soothe her and bring her down from her high. He planted sweet, soft kisses on her neck and across the top of her shoulder.

Elain loved this almost as much as she loved the sex—the aftercare he provided her was so attentive, loving, and exactly what she needed, especially when they got rough during their escapades.

“Are you doing okay?” he murmured into her skin, securing her tighter into his chest.

A delicate smile turned up the corners of her lips. “Very much so,” she told him. Affectionate, post-sex Azriel always made her fall in love with him even more. “Thank you, for that. For doing that with me.”

His thumbs stroked over her ribcage. “I will always do whatever you want me to, Elain. You know that.”

She twisted her head to kiss his jaw. “I know. But I also know the position it put you in for potentially triggering something with me. And I appreciate you always taking those extra steps to ensure I’m certain with anything new we try.” Elain reached up to cup his cheek. “I don’t want to let what he did limit us. And I felt ready to finally break down that last barrier.” Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, feeling the emotional toll from finally leaping over that last hurdle with him. “I trust and I love you, Azriel, so damn much.”

He swooped in and stole another hungry kiss, his tongue prying open her lips to tangle with hers. “I love you too, El. More than you’d ever believe,” he breathed against her mouth like he was baring his soul to her.

The mood shifted then, turning slower. Sweeter. Their touches went from desperate to gentle. The need was still there, but it was a different kind of need. So, Azriel carried Elain up to their bed where he made love to her under the moonlight in their bedroom over and over again until sleep claimed them.

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broadcastbabe · 10 months ago

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I admire the tenacity of your restraint as I slowly unzip the bustier. You prefer the delayed gratification and stare into my eyes imagining all the possibilities between us. You will smother me in kisses and end up devouring every bit of exposed flesh once I am free of the corseted leather that I tease open before you. Holding your hungry gaze, I telepathically promise the delights and debauchery you have come to expect from our eventual entanglement. You quiet the throbbing in your lap with a calm hand and lick your lips, then suggest I keep my thigh high boots on while you pleasure me in the libertine manner you have in mind. Your words are low and steady, despite the relentless twitch you must now throttle to contain. I sigh in aroused surrender to your request, knowing the stilettos add a bit of danger… and the perfect elevation of my fine ass. Whether for your grasping, while I am standing or bent over to be taken from behind with a swift purpose and force to relieve your impatient body from its pent-up lust. The sight of my ruby aureolas begin to show themselves at the edges of the splitting zipper and you moan with helplessness at the vision of my nipples to follow. They are cylindrically erect and burn with a white heat that begs for extinguishing. You utter threats to their irresistible beauty and their rise and fall quickens with my excitement for that savage promise. The last teeth are escaping their grip on each other and I let the leather corset fall away. Naked to your scrutiny, my fingers stray to the drenched juncture between my thighs to gather a quenching sample as you watch. Your lips part to inhale and I close the distance between us with my outstretched hand. Eyes still locked on mine, you grasp it gently and kiss the knuckles before I guide their glistening into your mouth. The taste overwhelms you, your eyes close to isolate your senses for the concentration on your tongue. Nursing the taste from my fingers for a few glorious moments, your moans escalate to a deep groan in your throat. You stand to measure your stature over mine and use a single digit to gather the slick glazing that drips below. Extracting a fair amount, you delicately trace to paint my taut nipples for your consumption. As you feast, I fondle, then extract you from your own zippered enclosure. It is wide and wild in its bobbing display of freedom. I have every intention of lubricating it for our pleasure with my own thirsty tongue, but you demur, turning me around to encourage my bending at the waist. I’m able to shiver once before you are threading yourself into my depths. There is no resistance or hesitance as the entry is noisily wet and gliding as I am gloriously stretched with your fullness. Your hands on my breasts buttress me for your earnest thrusts and idly twiddle with the tips to vex me with over-stimulation. You narrate the sensations of possessing me so completely and I whimper in gratitude as the friction thrills us both. You urge me to widen my stance to accept your continuing growth and I accommodate you with guttural moans of joy in time with the rhythm of your deeper probes. Knowing my sexual volatility, you ease up to let me cum around you, marveling at the display of my most fetchingly sexy responses. As my quivers begin to subside you ride their wake to bring upon another epic result for me and the ultimate culmination for our simultaneous release. I have been reduced to a sex-crazed animal taking your eruption inside me with an insatiable greed, to match perfectly with yours. We collapse with the relief of release and you toy with the lacing of my boots as you stroke their length humming my name…as a friendly warning you are not done with me quite yet.

#corset #leather boots #ai art

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moviesessionwithmyhubby · 2 years ago

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The swan

My husband derives great pleasure from engaging me with intellectually stimulating films, ranging from the thought-provoking "Dangerous Method" to the mind-bending "Black Swan". I must admit that these two movies have piqued my interest in the field of psychology, particularly in Sigmund Freud's theory regarding the three layers of human personalities: the superego, ego, and id.

First, let us delve into the concept of the superego, ego, and id.

The id represents the most basic and primal part of our personality. It operates on the pleasure principle and seeks immediate gratification of our desires and instincts. It is impulsive, irrational, and seeks pleasure while avoiding pain. The id is present from birth and is driven by primitive instincts. Example: Imagine a hungry newborn baby. The baby's id would demand immediate satisfaction of its hunger by crying out loudly until it is fed, without considering the needs or convenience of others.

The ego develops as a person grows and interacts with the world. It acts as a mediator between the id and the external reality. The ego operates on the reality principle, seeking to balance the desires of the id with the constraints of the real world. It employs logical thinking and problem-solving to find practical and socially acceptable ways to fulfill desires. Example: Consider a child who wants a piece of chocolate but realizes that they can't have it at that moment because it's close to dinnertime. The ego helps the child delay gratification and find alternative ways to satisfy the craving, such as waiting until after dinner or asking for a smaller portion.

The superego represents the internalized moral and societal values. It develops through socialization and the influence of parents, teachers, and society. The superego acts as the moral compass, enforcing rules, norms, and ideals. It strives for perfection and imposes feelings of guilt or shame when its standards are not met. Example: Let's say a student is taking a test and notices their classmate's answer sheet is within sight. The superego would discourage the student from cheating, reminding them of the importance of honesty and the consequences of dishonest behavior.

Upon beholding Nina's portrayal in Black Swan, I found myself wondering that her journey was not solely centered around a passionate pursuit of perfection in the realm of ballet. It covered more than mere concepts; it delved into the art of harmonizing the superego, ego, and id. At the beginning of the film, we see Nina with compassion and moral notions shaped by her mother's upbringing. Nina's ego is nearly fully controlled and dominated by these moral notions (Super Ego). And because of the enormous imbalance, she was perfectly capable of playing a brilliant, pure White Swan but unable to do a Black Swan with the charm that comes naturally from instinct and desire (Id). But due to the excessive and prolonged suppression, Nina's id starts to revolt, becoming more assertive. Unconsciously, this rebellion is expressed through scratch marks appearing on her back. However, a turning point occurs when Thomas, the director of the ballet Swan Lake, encourages Nina to loosen up and embrace her desires. For the first time, Nina's id finds satisfaction through self-pleasure, only to be abruptly halted when she catches a glimpse of her mother (representing the superego) sleeping on the salon chair. Despite the emergence of the id and its resistance, the underlying desires remain confined within the bounds of the controlling influence of the mother (superego). This can be observed through actions such as Nina's mother pressuring her to cut her nails, demanding that she refrain from scratching, and even staying close to her while she sleeps. Nina's id gets stronger in its opposition when she meets and interacts with Lily, the ideal Black Swan she aspires to be: beautiful, sexy and naturally uncontrolled. Nina's ego first tries to imitate Lily's performance style, but this is inadequate. The id starts to triumph over the superego, Nina longs to be Lily completely, particularly when she is overwhelmed by her mother's dominance - the superego. She loosens herself completely in visiting a club, indulging in drugs, dancing wildly, and attaining a climax while she masturbates and fantasizes about being personal with Lily. Nina's id broke out aggressively at this time, utterly overpowering her ego. Her mother - the superego, once in control, becomes weakened. Nina's id begins to think in primal and animalistic ways, driven by the need for survival. It is vividly expressed through scratch marks on her back, wings of Black Swan sprouting, through the violent act of smashing her mother's hand against the door, and through a climactic act of grabbing a shattered mirror and thrusting it into the abdomen of someone she thought was Lily, mirroring her own likeness. Indeed, after that pivotal moment, Nina begins to rediscover herself. She becomes acutely aware that she is self-destructing and engaging in behaviors that are detrimental to her well-being. In the process of losing herself completely, Nina also finds a sense of absolute self-control. This signifies that her ego has recognized the ultimate aspects of both the id and the superego, achieving a state of perfect balance. Like Nina said “I was perfect”. I couldn't stop thinking about myself when seeing Nina in Black Swan. I feel like I've been fighting the same delicate struggle to achieve the balance between superego and id my whole life. I have always been a good girl. Growing up in a middle-class home, I witnessed my parents work hard to provide me with a fulfilling life, so that I could go to school, graduate university, and acquire a secure career, which my parents did not have. And I wanted to make my parents proud and happy, so I worked extremely hard in school to obtain outstanding grades, attend the best high school in town, get approved by two good universities and get a quite stable job after work. I've always obeyed my parents and seldom said no. I've never been out with my friends beyond midnight, and I've always kept them up to date on where I go, when I get home, and who I go with. I applied to Architecture university because I didn't know what I wanted to pursue and because my father was interested in Architecture. I have never lived far away from my parents and lived on my own. My parents are very protective, which I realize is because I am their only kid. And I had spent the whole time living in the shadow of this superego of being a good girl for my parents, being a good independent successful woman for society. And, like Nina, my id, my natural and spontaneous side, began to battle against the harsh constraints placed on it. My first revolt was little and uncomplicated. For example, I began dyeing my hair, beginning with a natural color like dark brown and progressing to more flamboyant colors like pink, orange, and blonde. I began piercing myself, such as the helix piercing and navel piercing. All of these acts are my tiny rebellion, attempting to inform my parents that I am no longer a typical nice girl. And as I grew older, the schism between me and my parents became stronger. I recall going on a short trip with a buddy one day; the destination was close to the city, and the whole journey took us about 7-8 hours. I just updated my father that I was going out with a buddy when I left early in the morning. So, when it was afternoon and Mom didn't see that I had returned home, she began phoning me constantly. But since I had left the phone in the scooter trunk, I didn't realize she was calling until I stopped to eat something. And when I phoned back, my mother was kinda yelling at me, asking where I was and why I hadn't said anything before I left. I knew she was concerned about me, but I also wondered why I was being so tightly controlled. So, when my rebellion grew in size, I began rebelling by refusing to communicate with my parents because I believed they couldn't understand me. Or, more exactly, I didn't know how to speak with them or discuss an issue with them without making them think I was nuts, or with my mother breaking down in tears and asking if I didn't love her. And I've been living like this for a long time, a seemingly decent life, but I've never felt satisfied, I felt lost and settled. And I felt like there was a voice inside of me screaming at me to break through, but the point is that this id voice didn't tell me what I needed to do.

My id: Hey Huong, let's break through. Live openly, courageously, and extravagantly.

Me: How?

My id: I'm not sure; you figure it out for yourself.

Me: … This conflict became stronger and stronger until it reached a breaking point when I was working at my prior company. This location was not suitable for me. I noticed the red flags from the start, yet I still opted to go in.

"You need this job, Huong, it has a good title, it can guarantee you a good income, it can make people look at you admirably," my superego kept reminding me.

But my id was screaming, "You really want to go through this Huong? Is it what you're looking for?

"And my ego was perplexed: "But I don't know what I want."

"Yes you do," my id says, "You just don't want to admit it." And then, just as Nina's id was awakened by the effect of Lily's picture and by Thomas' advice to lose herself, my id was supported by my husband. He consistently expresses his enthusiasm for my work and encourages me to really consider pursuing writing as a profession. But even with the encouragement and assurance of my husband, this is still a difficult fight; I still have struggled with self-doubt and the fear of failure. However, by filing the resignation email and living in a woody cabin in one month, I have cut all social ties that had been tying me down. "Having a good title job," "having more and more money," "being a successful independent woman," or "being a good daughter who lives forever under my parents' wings."

I titled this article "The Swan" rather than "The White Swan" or "Black Swan," as directed by Darren Aronofsky. I think director Darren Aronofsky called his film "Black Swan" to emphasize the human id, which is largely hidden and controlled by the mask superego and ego. But, for me, the goal is to strike a balance between the superego, ego, and id, not to emphasize either of them. I'm now allowing my id to take over, but not completely. I'm still learning how to balance the superego, ego, and id in order to live the life I want, rather than pursuing more than I need and being a slave to what society or other people around me desire.

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vongosh · 1 year ago

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"mmm... famous last words," she grumbles facedown into the pillow, one leg blindly stretching back to jab him with her pointed foot. whatever release he got, she's still spring-loaded from the half-baked orgasm she frantically chased down, tackled to the ground and threw herself into like it was the last chance she'd get—major tactical error on her part. there wasn't any actual relief, just a brief spike in pleasure that was over before it really started and felt more like a check point than a finish line. it was a taunt, and straight from max's lips in the form of yet another lecture about patience and delayed gratification. how unbelievably annoying. now there's a battle of exposed-wire sensitivity and aching hot need duking it out between her thighs and all she can do is press them together and groan her frustration. "well you just tell me when you're ready then, how's that," she condescends, rolling onto her side, one leg crossed tightly over the other, and propped on one elbow to watch him, almost immediately wishing she hadn't.

the name out of his mouth is jarring, the sound of it ricocheting through the room and smacking her square in the face—her eyes have adjusted well enough to know he can see it land pretty clearly. he gets the full show—the irritation, amusement, disgust, self-satisfaction, suspicion—and she's not sure which one her face chooses to settle on when her eyes narrow on his. "damn, you didn't waste a second," she notes, almost impressed. "what, got your nut now all bets are off?" her stare's like a hawk's, laser focused and picking his expression clean, except there's no meat to chew—just more of the easy mocking he defaults to, impenetrable as bone. "i get tested, i just wasn't sure if you do, and there's not really like, a sexy way to bring up stds, so... condom." might deserve a pat on the back for that evasion, except she huffs out a breath and presses her luck anyway. "noted, though. and same, obviously. not sure about jude, though." there's an edge to her smirk and her head tips to one side, and hand extending for his cig. "i'm sure you can ask him if you're curious—hey no, c'mon. i don't want a whole one. just gimme some of yours." she pats the space beside her, trying to lure him into snatching distance. "i'm trying to cut back. the vape's just for the trip. it's actually only like, the second one i've ever bought myself. i used to just hit his, you know? and would you believe they actually carded me?" her gaze slinks sidelong to his. "d'you think was my perfectly smooth skin or the tight little body?"

"huh?" distracted, breathless, decidedly rhetorical. hooded eyes watch as jenny's mouth dips down around him, his jaw just about dislocating from his head. max wouldn't realize if he had cobras wrapped around his ankles let alone socks. he can't even bother to care that he's fallen victim to his own jab -- conversation is officially on the back burner. vaguely he can feel his thigh twitch under the weight of her elbow, can feel that hot unfurling deep in his stomach as something inside wakes and stretches. the head that he's hung back snaps up again as he hisses under his breath, his fingers sliding tight into her hair again. "you're trying to," max admonishes, his growing smirk accusing her of actually conspiring to trigger some premature ejaculation. it seems almost inevitable, frankly, especially considering the impromptu and expeditious drum roll they've engaged in the last hour, but it doesn't rouse any shame in him. the question of what happens next looms at the end of the night, not at the end of round one.

you're trying to, in max's opinion, is a fair argument anyway, especially when, once he'd dragged her back up his body and guided her to sit down around him, she did the thing with her hips. luckily he had enough working brain cells to roll their bodies before he fell into her trap. in a practiced motion max flipped her into doggy position, grip rigid around her hip and muscles flexed tight. it felt not unlike love island - quick and dirty and raw. didn't require a ton of thought aside from god fuck yeah again more yeah good and then he was there.

"no, no," he chides when she flattens against the mattress, gives her ass a smack for good measure. "don't lay down. i just need a sec." it's not really certain to him whether or not she came and, if asked, he'd claim he didn't care. what better way to prolong a dangerous liaison than to withhold pleasure? max would just call this edging. "just gotta find my --," smokes, in his discarded jeans. in the same motion he's peeling the condom off his dick, snorting a laugh. "you didn't have to do that," he informs her. "i'm clean, yanno... unless --," brows up, jaw dropped. the sardonic deadpan of surprise. "jude has the syph." surely speaking the name he's avoided all night is allowed in brief, urgent matters of mocking. once the condom's tossed and the cigarette's lit, he approaches again, pinches one of her toes. "you want one? y'know, the vapes aren't good for you."

#orumad #jenny & max

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foxilayde · 3 years ago

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“He throat fucks you while he eats you out by being on top in 69” he’s so aggressively hot AND FOR WHAT

And uhh thanks for that image. I need to take that to bed now. But also you’re absolutely right and you should write something about that in return for the horny you’ve caused! (Jk jk)

- santi anon

Don't You Dare [Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader]

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Filthy filth, the use of the honorific "daddy", Dom/sub dynamics, name calling (sexy name calling), threats (but sexy threats), throat fucking and all the warnings that come from throat fucking. just 3k of smut.

Summary: Have your cake and eat it too?? Not on Santiago Garcia's watch.

There’s a famous behavioral study on delayed gratification called the Stanford Marshmallow Study. All about the ability to resist the treat of one marshmallow right now, for the promise of two marshmallows later. For those who were able to resist eating the marshmallow right away, they were later discovered to be, for the most part, stalwart individuals stacked with mental fortitude. That is Santi all the way. He can withstand, he can get up for a run at 6am today for a healthier heart tomorrow, he can push the single-marshmallow plate away from himself without a thought. Because to him: two is better than one. But to you? You’re more of a ‘now is better than later’ kind of girl. Maybe it’s that very mentality that Santi tries to fuck out of you on a regular basis; that dessert-before-dinner aura that his hard militaristic edges are determined to scrape. You let him do it regularly, bending you over his knee, stringing you up by his belt, pulling you back by your hair. You love the way he bends and breaks you and fucking edges you like an unruly lawn.

“Don’t you dare” Santiago warns you.

Santiago knows your body so well that he can read the pace of your rocking hips and the ever-crumpling expression on your face like a blaring warning sign that flashes, “I’m close. I’m close. I’m close.”

And what does he expect, really? The man has been edging you for what feels like fucking hours. Truly taking the name of the game to heart and escorting you to the precipice of your pleasure and back like he’s doing pacers at the overlook of the Grand fucking Canyon. And now he’s instructed you to ride him? Ride him while he’s seated on the couch? In the fucking angle he knows is a surefire cum-in-your-britches position? The hell was he expecting?

“Don’t you fucking dare, little girl. You can get yourself to the edge, but if you cum, you’re in trouble.”

You’re not listening. At all. Normally Santiago’s word is law to you, but your mind has taken a backseat to your body and all your body wants is to cum. And, fuck, he feels so fucking good like this, your clit is rubbing perfectly on him while you rock steadily on his cock. Your naked thighs on his naked thighs, nothing between you but heat and breath, sweat and slick. You’re taking it slow. You might be cock drunk, but you’re not stupid. Santiago knows what it looks like when you’re chasing your end and if he catches wind, he’s going to pull you off him and torture you for fuck-knows how long. You’re not galloping to an end; but racing there or not, even tiny measured steps will still take you over the edge of the canyon. Christ you want to leap, it’s all you want to do. The only thing tethering you to land is the solemn expression on Santi’s face. Fuck, he’s so pretty. Eyes a dark caution, woodenly curtained by an assessing stare. His teeth grit in a hiss when you push down on him slowly and, eyes locked with yours, he shakes his head with an admonition.

“Don’t do it baby. I will make you pay.”

He can tell. He can feel it, the way you puuuush down on him with a trembling effort, you’re sure he can register it in his warm palms that hold your backside. But you don’t care. And you can hardly control it anyway. It’s fucking biology and his attentions to you for the past torturous hours have your cunt absolutely throbbing around him. You know what his instructions are, but they’re a faint whisper compared to the blaring pulsing call for relief at the center of you.

And with a subdued “oh,” you eat the marshmallow. In one bite. And because you’re trying to hide your malfeasance, you swallow it whole. You don’t let your body betray you, when you take what’s yours, tamping down the pleasure and forcing yourself to have a half-hearted orgasm. Yes your toes curl and your abdomen shakes, but you’ve been flexing and shaking for the better part of an hour with Santi already. It can’t be that obvious to him what is happening.

You school your expression and bite your quivering lower lip, trying to disguise your long labored exhale, fighting against the need to slump against him and mouth at his warm neck. It’s a half-hearted o, a firework explosion that you close your eyes for. But it’s still powerful, the crack of it still vibrates through you, and you try not to break your steady pace on him, even as you fight against the sensitivity. Yes, it is “half”, but half of a ‘ton’ is still a fucking lot and in your fight against giving yourself away, you can stupidly feel your walls pulse and leak on his cock— making you slide hotter and easier on him than even before.

Santi isn’t stupid. In fact, he might be the most observant man you’ve ever met. There is only the slimmest of next to zero chance that he didn’t catch you. You pray he was fighting his own urge at the exact right moment, thoughts consumed with baseball stats or MMA rankings to keep his peak at bay. He’s so fucking good at staving off when he needs to.

There is no accusation in his eyes however, when you dare to meet them. They pull tight with question, with curiosity, he even tilts his head a bit, like a beagle. Cute fucker. You have to fight the urge to twist his thick greying curls in your fingers, to give him a dopey smile. But you can’t let him know how satiated you are. Instead you have to resume your crumpled expression and continue to rock on his cock like you didn’t just get the cum kicked out of you.

His mouth parts with confusion, “Did you just..?”

A question.

So he’s got doubts.

You shake your head as pitifully as you can. “No… no, just mmmm, just feels good.” You might actually pull this shit off because he nods. Santi fucking nods at you! And he’s tucking a lock behind your ear. Golden. Home stretch. Didn’t catch a thing!

And then-

He smiles.

Fuck.

It’s not a good smile. Fuck your half-blissed mind for telling you that you could get away with this shit. Fuck your stupid cum-hungry horny lizard-brain!

He twists your nipple between his fingers softly, affectionately as he holds your gaze. “Is that right? What a good, good, good girl.” He says it as soft as his fingers on your nipple. It’s derogatory. Santi rarely uses that voice with you. If he truly believed you were a good girl his voice would be deep, gritty, he’d throw a couple affectionate ‘slut’s into the genuine praise. This however... he only coos placating at you like that for two reasons; when you’re crying, and when he’s pissed. And you aren’t sobbing right now, but you can guess you will be pretty fucking soon.

You pull out your last line of defense, scratching your nails into his scalp and giving him a big wet kiss, rocking into him more deeply, more urgent and moaning into his hot lips, “feels so good, daddy.”

You don’t like that you had to pull out the big guns, but the name is your only line of defense. Santi can’t fucking resist the endearment and the way he moans against your lips makes the corner of your mouth curl up into a smile. Bingo.

You’ve gotten away with it. Or, at least you think you have. Until Santi is lifting your ass off of his cock and setting you sweetly on the couch next to him. He strokes your cheek lovingly with his thumb and gives you that up-to-no-good smile.

“My sweet girl. My beautiful. good. girl.”

Oh you’re in for it now. Each word is punctuated like a candy coated dart aimed right for your fucking jugular.

He kisses your cheek, the stubble of his chin scrapes you with a slow bone-chilling drag as you fully come to terms with how fucked you are. He pulls back, licks his bottom lip and shakes his head at you with that fucking smile. He leans in, causing you to subconsciously shrink back slightly into the corner of the couch. You’re not ready for the consequences of your own actions, you’re ready to nuzzle him, to take a nap after everything, but the way his arms come to cage you into the corner of the couch picks up your heart rate. Resting is the furthest thing from Santi’s mind. His cock is still slick, hard and threatening. His lips travel from your cheek to your ear and he sighs sweetly with a tickling brush of his lips, “what am I going to do with you?”

Not replying is probably your best move in this case, don’t give him any more fuel, just look as pathetic as possible and hope he shows mercy. You widen your eyes as big as you can and stick out your bottom lip, and when he pulls back to examine your face he instinctively flicks your plump lower lip with his thumb. He purses his lips and swallows intentionally, shifting back and away from you, freeing you of his thick limbed cage.

“Lay down. On your back. On the floor. Now.” He tilts his chin towards the ground, in case you forgot where it was. His mouth is set in a hard line and you don’t even attempt to push back or protest, to state your case. You’re a little more clear headed now after your weak orgasm and you sink down to the floor with as much silent subservience as you can project.

When you’re fully supine on the carpeted floor of your living room, Santi stands above you, feet on either side of your knees and strokes his dripping cock, squeezing the weeping uncut head in the circle of his thumb and forefinger. He bites his lower lip as he glares down at your pussy.

“We both know what you did, little girl. And now daddy’s gotta teach your pussy a lesson about taking things that don’t belong to her. Do you agree?”

You nod quickly. You’d be a fucking idiot to not agree with him right now, standing above you, one hand on his hip the other pulling on his hard cock. Fuck.

“Good. You also agree that that I need to teach your lying little mouth a fucking lesson too?”

Again, you nod.

Santi cocks his head at you and its so much more menacing than the last time he did it. He walks up your body in two steps, and when he gets to your head he turns around, feet on either side of your face, giving you a stunning view of the underside of him, still pulling on his cock, heavy balls descending as he lowers himself to kneel over your face. What the hell does he have planned?

Santi rests on his shins on either side of your head and dips his balls in to your mouth.

“Lick baby, that’s right.”

You take one of the soft sacs into your mouth and lick him gently, sucking on the skin. If this is the punishment, you’ll take it.

He caresses the bottom of your chin with his thumb, sill pulling on his cock with his other hand.

“Daddy is going to use your throat now, baby. Teach that lying little mouth a lesson.”

He raises up a bit, letting the sac pop out wetly from your slurping lips. You take in as much air as you can when you realize Santiago is about to fuck your throat.

He tilts his hips just right and teases your lips open with the tip of his cock before you open up wide like a good girl, allowing him to sink all the way down onto your face. His curved cock slides easily down your throat in this position and your hands come up to caress his plump ass cheeks when he’s fully seated. Fuck, that was a smooth glide down your throat for something so fucking thick. His balls rest wet and warm, soft and heavy on your nose and your tongue caresses his fat cock as he puuuushes your head into the carpet with his hips, getting himself as deep as he physically can. Your breath comes out of your nose in a whine and you swallow around him out of instinct, your body trying in vain to get his hardness of your airway by sucking him deeper down your throat.

“Aww good girl.” He coos. This time he means it. He slaps your pussy with an open palm. Your scream is muffled by the thick inches of him buried in your airway.

“Good girl, bad little pussy. Best thing I can do for her is leave her alone. Make her think about what she’s done. Don’t you agree, baby?”

He rocks his hips and fucks into your mouth and when he pulls out juuuust enough, you suck in as much air as you can before he’s pushing back into you. The squishing sound of his cock gliding into your throat is making you fucking feral and you, without thinking of course, tilt your hips in response. Santi slaps your wanton little pussy again. The sting of it doing fuck-all to alleviate your desire.

“Uh uh, bad girls don’t get to play. Isn’t that right, baby?” He pats your hollowed cheek as best he can. You give him your best nod considering the circumstances, attempting a little “mmmhmmm” of agreement around his thrusting cock.

“Knew you would, baby. Knew you woouuuld, fuck!” He pushes down as deep as he can once more. Your hot exhale from your nose is caught in his testicles and its so fucking hard to breathe around him, next to impossible, but the lack of oxygen is somewhat pleasant, just like the way he cuts off your heartbeat sometimes when he’s fucking you, getting his hands on your throat. And as if he can read your mind or something, his hand travels up your belly and sternum where he rests his palm on your throat and squeezes. What the fuck is he—? And then he shifts his hips a little and your eyes widen in realization. He’s fucking jerking himself off, using your throat.

His hand tightens, palm cupping the front of your neck and he, yep, he’s fucking squeezing his cock like this. He thrusts deeply into your mouth, knowing to pull back out every so often to give you a full fresh breath. You gasp frantically around his cock when he does so, spit stringing out, smacking your lips desperately in an attempt to get as much air into your lungs as you can before he’s back down your throat, fucking himself into your fucking neck as his balls suffocate your nose. Every chance you’re allowed to breath it’s the most pathetic sound imaginable. You’re fucking crying now, you cant help it, tears streaming out the sides of your eyes in a steady stream, the wetness matching the lower half of your face and all the gasping stringy spit you choke on each time you’re allowed to breathe. Tears cling to your lashes as spit clings and strings on his cock, your poor pussy is dripping somewhere far away and you can't help but think that all Santiago wants to do is melt you from solid to liquid.

Soon his thrusts get quicker, he gives you less air-breaks and you’re forced to get really fucking good at sucking in air when his hips rise up just enough, or you’re going to pass the fuck out.

He fucks his cock down your throat one last time, pulsing his seed straight down into your belly, bypassing anything that might have tasted his cum. His moan is like a fucking roar and he bites your inner thigh as he rides it out, bucking softly down your throat, the heaviness of his ass making your jaw sore with every push down. His hand is off your neck now and shit, you had no idea where his head was at for most of this throat fucking adventure, your whole world was ass and balls and cock, just the way he wanted it, but that bite mark on your thigh is proof enough now where he was at. Somewhere in your nethers, staring at your naughty little pussy. Probably enjoying how much she dripped and clenched with every lewd and brutal act he took upon your throat.

Santiago pulls out fully, finally, and you gasp like a drowning woman. He scoots back, your head between his knees and he bends over to give your swollen, spitty, gasping lips a sweet kiss.

“You took that so well, baby, didn’t tap out once. Fucking proud of you, cariño.”

All you can do is nod weakly against his giving lips, your breathing returning to normal.

“Mmmm you little shit, I still want to take you over my knee for lying to me like that.” He traces his fingertips lightly over your ribcage and the peaks of your nipples.

“Did you really think you could get away with that, baby?”

“I wasn’t,” you gasp “thinking.”

Santiago smiles down at you and smooths your sweaty hair from your brow. "Lets get you cleaned up, princesa."

He carries you to the bathroom and bathes you lovingly with bubbles, candles, the whole epsom-salty mess.

And afterwards, at dinner, he gives you shit for ordering dessert first.

"You're going to spoil your appetite."

"You don't believe that, Santiago."

"Oh really?"

"No. If you did, you wouldn't always ask for a bite."

Your assessment makes him pause, fork laden with strawberry and buttercream halfway to his mouth.

He smiles and laughs at you before taking a bite, "You little shit," he accuses, mouth full of frosting.

"You love it."

#Santiago Garcia x reader #Santiago Garcia x you #Triple Frontier smut #anon #Oscar Isaac #Angry Daddy

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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SEXY & SMUTTY SUMMERTIME BINGO MASTER LIST

Updated 8/31/2021

@thatesqcrush

The Nanny Pt. 4 (Kneef)

The Nanny Pt. 5 (Kneef)

In Another Time, Pt. 7 (Kneef)

In Another Time - mini, set between chs. 7 + 8 (Kneef)

In Another Time, Pt. 8 (Kneef)

For Your Pleasure (Kneef/reader/Barba)

Reset (Kneef)

Office Surprise (Kneef)

Voire Dire Mini: Netflix & Chill (Barba)

Throuple Series: Delayed Gratification & part two. (Kneef/reader/Barba)

Late Night (Barba)

@beccabarba

First Impact (Amaro)

Vol de Nuit, Pt. 2 (Cabot)

A Losing Game (Kneef)

Nevada & the Good Girl: Making a Splash (Nevada Ramirez)

Unlikely Lovers, Ch. 6 & Ch. 7 collab with @itsjustmyfantasyroom (Amaro)

A Very Good Morning (Amaro/reader/Barba)

A Mouth Full of Kneef (Kneef)

Flying & Falling (Kneef)

@prurientpuddlejumper

A Very Kneef Proposal (Kneef)

Spit Roast Psychiatrist (Kneef/M! Reader/Chilton) (Kneef/F!Reader/Chilton) & part two: F! Reader, M! Reader.

Spit Roast Psychiatrist Part three.

Spit Roast Psychiatrist Part four, F! Reader, M! Reader.

Spit Roast Psychiatrist Part 5, F! Reader, M! Reader

Spit Roast Psychiatrist: Epilogue

I Wanted This (Barba) written with @barbingchilton CW: Non-con, dark!fic

Pool Sex & Epilogue (Chilton)

@teamsladsandgents

Renovations (Barba)

Your Achievements, Baseball AU (Carisi)

Here, Let Me (Mike Dodds)

Your Turn (Stone/reader/Barba)

Your Turn, Pt. 2 (Stone/reader/Barba)

Lingerie (Amaro)

The R Drug (Carisi) CW: non-con, dark!fic

Delayed Honeymoon (Mike Dodds)

In A Park (Amaro)

For Our Girl (M. Dodds/reader/Carisi)

Compliments (Stone)

Hot & Cold (Barba)

Small Injuries & Big Proposals (Carisi)

Missed Your Taste (Carisi)

Lazy Mornings (Stone)

The Secret Side (Dodds)

Making a Mess (Stone)

@aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide

Winning Streak (Barson)

Coronation (Cabenson)

Fast Pitch (Benovak)

Helter Swelter (Rolivia)

Souvenir: Part 1 & Part 2 (Rolivia)

Betting Against the Spread (Benson/Cabot/Stabler x reader)

Divine Altars (Rolivia)

Internal Reprimand (Benson/Barba/Rollins)

Pandora's Tickle Trunk (Rolivia)

@darkheart-brightsmile

The Result of a Bad Day (Barba)

Caught Red Handed (Barba)

Eye of the Storm, Pt. 3 (Barson)

The Tie Comes Off, Pt. 1 (Barba)

The Time Comes Off, Pt. 2 (Barba)

@storiesofsvu

Showtime (Cabot)

Clean Her Up (Donelly)

Fashionably Late (Nevada Ramirez)

The Brat Experience (Donnelly/Novak/Cabot)

Yacht Getaway (Calhoun)

Challenge Accepted (Novak)

Sweet Thing (Barhoun)

Stuffed (Nevada Ramirez)

@lannister-slings-and-arrows / @pascalispretty

Love in the Time of Chestbursters (Chilton/reader/Barba)

See You in the Morning Time (Chilton/Barba)

Like Lovers Do (Chilton/Reader/Barba)

Like Lovers Do, Ch. 2 (Chilton/Reader/Barba)

Like Loves Do, Ch. 3 (Chilton/Reader/Barba)

Shades of Black & Blue (Calhoun/Reader/Carisi)

Shades of Black & Blue, Ch. 2 (Calhoun/Reader/Carisi)

Shades of Black & Blue, Ch. 3 (Calhoun/Reader/Carisi)

Shades of Black & Blue, Ch. 4 (Calhoun/Reader/Carisi)

@itsjustmyfantasyroom

Long Time Coming (Barba)

Hiding (Amaro)

I'll Take Care of You (Amaro)

History Repeating (Amaro/Carisi/Barba x Reader)

Badge to Suit Case (Amaro)

Bubbles and Chocolate (Barba)

@navalcriminalimagines

Birthday Girl (Dodds/Barba/Amaro/Sonny x Reader)

@cycat-carisi

Mint (Carisi)

@madamsnape921

On The Plus Side (Chilton)

On The Plus Side, Ch. 2 (Chilton)

On the Plus Side, Ch. 3 (Chilton)

#thatesqcrushsummerbingo

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mercurygguk · 2 years ago

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rant incoming

so i found u randomly on my feed. i don't have any self control so i read part 1 and a drabble of risqué DURING my WORK SHIFT (i tutor kids LMFDSIFISF) and I am, absolutely rgklenrgklerngkengksskfnsknf I'm fucking in heaven right now. the way I'm so scared to read part 2 cause i wanna savour my fucking high right now. even tho jk went through some shitty ass post nut clarity, i am in LOVE WITH THE STORY. I'm normally a f2l girl but the ABSOLUTE HOLD THIS HAS ON ME. Also, a big thank u for the appreciation and detail to oc !! she is everything i want to be. I hate when authors make oc a super innocent cute small ass fucking bitch like damn I'm sorry but its not my style. Contrary to jks "type" (my heart broke when he said his type is cute), I've always envisioned jk w/ a girl whos super cool, sexy, curvy, and smart + funny. Idk. Anyways, I just took a shower, gonna eat, get my hw over w/ (delayed gratification), get high and THEN READ to enjoy my Friday night. Omgmgomgomgomgoggm im so fucking excited.

ok sorry for the rant, i love risque so much, therefore, I love u so much.

okay byeeee!!!! <3333333

PLSSS IDEK WHAT TO SAY😭😭😭😭 just… thank you so much for this message!! this was the best thing to wake up to 🥺🥺🥺 im so glad you like risqué and thank you for noticing the details <333 AHHH THANK YOU SM THANK YOU

#ask #risqué jjk

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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 years ago

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Evanstan Masterlist P.1:

Started: 10/18/20

Updated: 12/24/21

Bold links are smut

Italicized links are fluff

Strikethrough links are angst

*some have multiple, like hurt/comfort are italicized and striked out for example.

*ordered from oldest (at the top) to the newest (at the bottom)

*this list includes ONLY Tumblr works, go to my AO3 for full fics

Omegaverse Pregnancy

Sebastian & Chris & Toys

Tattoo Artist Chris & Client Sebastian

Sebastian With Lipstick

Subby Seb

Chris' Hands

Chris' Coping Mechanism

Love Language

Unique Fix For Oral Fixation P.1

Fix For Oral Fixation P.2

Sleepy Kisses

Bottom Chris

Omegaverse Long Distance Pregnancy

Just Driving Through

Seb's First Tattoo

Nipple Play w/ Exhibitionism

Chris In Make-up

Sub Seb w/ Hayley & Chris

Sebastian In Panties

Sebastian Getting Spanked

Language Kink

Exhibitionist Phone Sex

Reactions To Getting Waxed

Chris' Favorite Part Of Himself

Chris Takes It Doggy Style

Obliviousness

Sebastian’s Hand Kink

Floaty Seb

Teasing

Bed Humping

Sick Chris

Horny Body Language

Desperate Phone Sex

Premiere Shenanigans ft. Ties & Sub Seb

Chris Discovers Seb's Praise Kink

"Delayed Gratification" Extra

Teenage Dream

Mid Fuck Discoveries

Omegaverse Omega Sebastian

MORE Boyfriend

Sugar High

Shy Sebastian Meeting Chris' Family

Evanstan Hands

Chris' Reaction To Seb's Monday Promo Photo

Sebastian's Instagram Story

Accidental Daddy Kink

Seb Takes Care Of Chris

Slim Seb & Jacked Chris

Omegaverse Omega Chris, Alpha Sebastian

Omegaverse Omega Sebastian HCs

Hyperactive Kitten Seb Comes Home

Seb's Tiny Fucking Shorts As Tommy Lee

Sub!Evanstan w/ Dom!-Hayley-&-Mackie

Sebastian In Tiny Shorts, Stockings, & Heels

Pseudo Age Difference, Very Real Size Difference

Seb As Tommy Lee Gives Off Sub Vibes

Somnophilia

🎁 Anon Somnophilia

Pseudo Age Difference Softness

Soft Curly Seb

Pseudo Age Difference & Full Name Kink

Light Feeding Kink

Seb Teasing Chris Right Back

Assorted "Embarrassingly Domestic Fantasies"

Deep Throat Gags

Comfort Sex ft. Insecurities

After Event Car Shenanigans

After Event Car Shenanigans But Better

Light Kitten Play W/ Sub!Seb

Coming Home

Lap/Chest Cuddling

Seb Has A Kink For Chris' Accent

Sebastian Experiences A Mild Subdrop

Wet T-Shirts After That Scene In CA:CW

Sex Drive

Sebastian Cock-Warming Chris

Chris' Home Office Couch

Chris Uses Their Safeword

Halloween Costumes

A Thought Post Purple Rain Piano Video

Kitchen Surprise Blow Job

Sebastian's Hands

Thoughts About Chris' New Bracelets

Suckling After A Long Time Away

How Chris Feels About Getting Tattooed

Pap Pics Soft Tummy & Chest

Chris & Sebastian Experiment w/ Rope Bondage

Anon Rope Bondage Aftercare

Gentle-Dom-Chris!Anon

Daddy Chris In A Suit W/ His Bratty (But Still Very Subby) Sebastian

Continuation Of Above ^

Surfer Chris & Seb Meet-Cute

Chris Pronouncing Sebastian Properly

Free Use ft. Daddy Kink & Feminization

Touch-Starved Chris, Both Sexy & Soft

Sebastian Just Wanting To Be Good

How Much Does Chris Love Seb's Hole?

Chris Cooking For Seb For Love

Chris As Seb's Daddy Letting Him Suckle & Cockwarm

PART 2 HERE

#my writing #fandomfluffandfuck #masterlist

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lubdubsworld · 4 years ago

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Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkookx OC ( Complete)

Chapter 1

[ Read the rest here : Chapter 8 ( Final)

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Rated : 18 +

Warning : . Fuck buddies? Or rather enemies that have sex. They just really hate each other but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Sweat dotted the edge of my hairline and I felt like my entire body was on fire. I was wet, so fucking wet and the sound of him ramming into me, over and over again was absolutely obscene in the quiet of the bedroom. I was on my back, a thin black tie cutting off my vision and all I could feel was the steady staccato of his dick pounding into me.

“Oh fuck.. Fuck...Just like that Jungkook fuck....”

I could barely recognize my own voice. Wrecked and ruined, breathy and almost a whine.

My shoulders ached from being stretched up, wrists almost numb from the handcuffs that held my body up to the head board. I felt like my shoulders were gonna pop out and I panted, fuming at him internally because he’d done it on purpose, locked the handcuffs a rung higher than usual which meant that I wasn’t lying comfortably on the bed as usual .

“Look at you.... look so fucking filthy like this angel....” He smirked down at me, fingers like a vice around my waist holding me up and almost off the bed as he pounded into me, each thrust carrying the entire weight of his muscled body. It hurt so bad it felt good. My thighs ached from where they stayed wrapped around his slim waist.

“Fuck...don’t stop...” I felt my head fall back, the ache in my back intensifying. I was so close....so fucking close, I could feel the heat as it built up, licking its way up my spine, The angle was perfect, his cock had a slight curve to it when he was fully hard and that just meant that he managed to hit my sweet spot every time he pistoned in.

And God we’d been at this for so long now... almost a whole damn hour and my senses were frayed, my body so sensitive and wrung out that all I wanted to do was cum.

So, of course Jungkook being the supreme asshole that he was, chose that moment to stop moving completely.

My heart jumped to my throat in panic, my body lifting off the bed, chasing friction and his hold on my waist tightened, so much that I was sure he had bruised me.

“Hmm.... Don’t think you’re in any position to be telling me what to do, baby....” He drawled, voice husky in a way that made my ache worse.

“What- no..wait you fucking asshole ...” I screamed knowing what was coming and refusing to accept it. Fuck i hated him... Fuck Fuck....

He gripped my waist and slid forward again , but instead of sliding in he slotted his cock between my thighs, pulling my legs together so he could fuck into the gap and yes, it was really fucking hot but I was so close....I needed him inside me ......

“Please....Jungkook please don’t...” I begged, dignity forgotten because I was not a fan of delayed gratification.

“Shush shush.....What’d I say about taking what I give you.....and to be fucking honest, I’m not sure you really like my dick all that much...” He said, sounding thoughtful and my head swam in confusing. What the fuck was he even on about?

“What? Are you kidding me? I let you fuck me almost every damn night why would you-”

“So why’d you go have dinner with Namjoon hyung?” He pinched my nipples', both at the same time, twisting and pulling till I whines, eyes watering enough to soak the silk of his tie.

“What -- That’s... We’re not fucking dating....I can have dinner with who I want....” I snarled in disbelief, tugging fruitlessly on the handcuffs. Why the fuck had I agreed to this??

“Not after cancelling on me, you can’t... And certainly not with my brother, angel..” Jungkook snarled right back and I flinched when I felt his hand come down near my face. For one horrifying moment I thought he was going to slap me but what he did was rip the blindfold off me. Momentarily still blinded, I blinked till he came into focus and felt that familiar and unwelcome swooping sense of attraction.

Jeon Jungkook with his long midnight hair and ivory skin. Doe eyes that carried entire galaxies in them and those soft, thin lips that smirked at the drop of a hat.

Fuck him... Fuck him for being so fucking attractive that my heart stopped every time I saw him.

He was staring at me and the raging anger on his face really shouldn’t make me wetter but it did. I wanted to sob as my entire body clenched, aching empty and desperate to be filled again.

“You sent me a fucking dick pic... “ I whined in despair. “ You were literally in the office when I was at dinner with him , how the fuck was I supposed to know you wanted to see me....!!!?”

Jungkook reached down and began stroking himself and I felt my eyes widen in disbelief.

“Jungkook....” I warned, feeling the desperation morph into genuine anger now.

“I wanted you to suck me off in my office. Isn’t that part of what my dad pays you for?” He drawled and I felt fury bloom. Jungkook knew just the right words to say, whether he wanted to turn me on or make me feel murderous....

He scooted forward , straddling my chest and I bucked hard, trying to throw him off but it was fucking impossible. I flinched when he slipped a palm under my head, gripping my hair and yanking my head up till his cock pressed up against my lips.

“You owe me a blow job, princess.....gonna open up?” He gripped my hair harder and the pain made me keen.

“If you stick your dick in my mouth I will bite it off....” I growled, resisting the urge to thrash because it only made my scalp hurt more. He laughed at that and I stared at him, the pink of his dick right on my lips and for a moment I almost had a pavlovian response to it. Almost opened my mouth and took the hard delicious length of it into my warm mouth.

Shaking my head just enough to dislodge the head off my lips, I glared at him , my stomach clenching as he stared down at me, wicked dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction and pretty red lips parted in that sexy infuriating smirk of his. He gripped himself harder, groaning as his eyes rolled back a bit at the stimulation. I stared at how his long fingers wrapped around his length , the way he was so shameless in chasing his pleasure. His thumb traced the head, finger dipping lightly into his slit and he moaned, almost shuddering at the sensation. I wanted nothing more to touch myself, at least relieve some of the excruciating pressure between my legs but Jungkook had planned this, had put me in handcuffs fully intending to leave me high and dry .

I stared at him and he glanced back, his face momentarily open in pleasure, lips spit slicked and parted and tongue poking out as he let out a breathy, ‘ fuck’ and i knew he was close.

He always looked like a fallen angel when he was close to his orgasm. Fucking beautiful son of a bitch.

But no matter how gorgeous he was, Jeon Jungkook was an incorrigible jerk and I knew exactly what he was gonna do,.

I pursed my lips shut and turned my head away when he came , snarling when the hot wetness coated my face. Jungkook always came like a fucking hose and I could feel globs of it cling to my face, even my fucking eyelashes.

When I turned back , snarling and ready to unload on him, he was already crawling away, but not before scooping up the last of his release on his fingers and reaching down to grip my cheeks with enough force to get my mouth open.

I whimpered when he stuck his finger in, the familiar taste of his cum only making my body thrum in desperation. I hated him. Hated him so fucking much.

“Taste good, baby?” He drawled softly, chasing his fingers with his tongue and licking into my mouth, swirling his cum all over my tongue with his.

“My filthy little slut...” He whispered against my lips, voice tinged with so much feigned fondness that I nearly bit his lip.

“Take the handcuffs off, you fucker.” I growled, watching as he slipped on his boxer brief and his jeans. I fully intended to grab the vibrator on my desk and get myself off the minute he let me out of the handcuffs.

And next time....

oh, boy next time Jungkook was going to be on his knees begging me to let him cum....

He was sweaty and looked like a mess but he never stayed around long enough to even take a shower. Now that I knew I wasn’t getting fucked my attraction for him was gone, replaced by homicidal fury.

“Hmm.... I’ll think about it.” He shrugged, reaching for the white button down on the floor.

My eyes nearly bugged out.

“What the fuck do you mean you’ll think about it?” I snarled.

“Your sister told me she’ll be dropping by at around five today..... I’ll leave the key on the dining tanle. She’ll help you out...” He grinned at me wide and I felt my heart drop through my throat.

I spluttered as he dangled the key tauntingly , whistling as he moved to the door.

“THAT’S A WHOLE TWO HOURS AWAY JEON JUNGKOOK YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!!”

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“Do I even want to know?” My sister stared at me in honest disgust and I knew I must’ve looked a sight , with dried cum all over my face. But i was barely listening to her. I knew exactly what I had to do....Knew exactly what I could do to have Jeon Jungkook frothing at the mouth.

“Areum? Are you listening..?” She called out when I raced to the bathroom. I quickly turned on the hot water , grabbing a washcloth to scrub at my face. Jungkook was going to regret this.

When I finished taking a shower, scrubbing myself clean and stepped back out, my sister was airing out the room.

“Mom has been talking about setting you up with people and here you are , whoring around with that Jeon brat....” She rolled her eyes at me but I ignored her, moving to the closet with my lingerie.

My mother had high hopes for me. After blowing through my dad’s entire legacy with her fancy clothes and expensive bags, she was now panicking. She wanted me to marry big and granted, Jeon Jungkook came from a filthy rich family but he was still the prodigal son and his father made it plenty clear that unless he danced to the older man’s tune, he would be out without a penny to his name.

But that was none of my business. I wasn’t going to marry the dude. I didn’t even like him.

All i really cared about was getting him back for leaving me unsatisfied today.

I grabbed the most scandalous piece I had, black and completely sheer. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination and I felt saliva pooling at the back of my throat just thinking about how Jungkook would react to this. The first time I had worn it, he had held me up against the wall and fucked me senseless.

“Why are you here anyway?” I asked my sister as she began picking up the different pieces of clothing scattered all over the room, dropping them in the laundry basket on her hip.

“Can’t I just come check on my beautiful baby sister? “ She smiled and I rolled my eyes .

Hana was the perfect daughter in every way. She was a professional artist, married to the gorgeously successful surgeon, Dr. Kim Seokjin who happened to own the largest hospital in the country.

And it was hard to hate her because she had endless patience for my shenanigans'. Because to be honest, this wasn’t the first time she had walked in on me lying debauched, courtesy Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Which brought me to my current mission.

“Okay. I’m fine. I’m actually on my way out so you can either crash here for a while or you can leave...” i waved dismissively, running to the bathroom to slip the dress on.

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I rang the door bell again, feeling my body thrum with impatience. Why the fuck wasn’t he answering the damned door? I was wearing simple summer dress. The fastest thing I could take off.

“Areum?” Namjoon’s surprised face barely registered on my face. He was in his sweatpants with a glass bowl filled with chips and he looked completely thrown by my presence.

I shouldered past him, moving to stand in the middle of the living room.

“Is everything okay? What’s wro-”

I grabbed the hem of the dress pulling it over my head and tossing it away on the couch.

Namjoon dropped the bowl and if it weren't for the ridiculously thick fur rug underneath us, the thing would have shattered to a million pieces.

His eyes were wide in disbelief, mouth slack in shock as he stared at me and i could actually see his dick swelling in hi sweatpants as I stood in the completely see through babydoll.

“Where’s the bedroom?”

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‘Fuck, yeah...that feels so fucking good...” Namjoon growled , gripping my waist as I rode him, his thick cock stretching me out so good that I moaned in relief. Stupid fucking Jeon Jungkook.... Namjoon wasn’t bad per se but he didn’t know the nuances of what I liked. Jungkook had this sinful way of rolling his hips up into mine when I rode him and it always made me see stars. But no matter....this wasn’t the main reason I was here.

“Don’t cum... I want you to come on my face .” I whispered softly and Namjoon shuddered, grip on my waist tightening.

“Fuck..yeah,.yeah,.,.,okay,,.,anything you say.,...” He stuttered.

I reached down to rub my clit because I wanted to cum too and I sighed in sweet blessed relief as my orgasm washed over me, my walls clenching around Namjoon as I rode it out.

“Fuck, I’m close...” Namjoon whispered and i clambered off him to kneel between his legs.

“Take a picture.” I grabbed my phone and turned on the camera , pressing it into his hands.

“Wh- What?” His pacing faltered and I didn’t let him think too much , lest he change his mind...

“I want a picture of me choking on your cock , Joon oppa.... A picture with you painting my face with cum..please...please...” I blinked up at him through my wet lashes and I could almost see his mind disintegrating at the visual.

“ Shit okay.... okay...”

I wrapped my lips around his cock, sucking quickly and taking him in deep, my mind swimming with glee as he clicked away.

“Fuck, I’m cumming...” Namjoon began and I pulled away, opening my mouth, sticking my tongue out just as he came , making sure I stared straight into the camera as the first few spurts hit me, right across my tongue. I stuck a finger in my mouth, making a show of sucking it and Namjoon groaned, clicking away more pictures.

“Fuck...tell me I can get these pictures...” He moaned and I laughed, crawling up to kiss him.

“Sure baby.”

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I called Jungkook first, simply to give him a chance to redeem himself.

The thing with Namjoon was impulsive and while i didn’t regret it per se , i didn’t want to drag Namjoon into this without just cause.

“what the fuck do you want?” Jungkook’s annoyed voice made my hackles rise.

“A fucking apology for starters.” I snarled into the phone. The fucking audacity!!!

“Listen , I’m on the way to Sana’s place.... So I don’t have time for your toddler tantrums. I’m hanging up”

And he actually hung up.

I stared at the phone, shaking in disbelief.

I quickly flipped through the photos I’d taken , trying to find the one that would make him furious enough to ditch his fuck for the night. Sana? Who the fuck was she anyway>?

I picked the one that was most obscene, you could see my sheer bodice, my nipples and the curve of my breasts, Namjoon’s cock resting against my tongue, spurts of his cum over my tongue and my cheek bones and the highlight- my eyes staring right at the camera in defiance.

Perfect.

Nothing riled Jungkook up more than defiance.

I opened snapchat , sending him the pic.

I stared at the caption in satisfaction.

Your brother tasted better.

I relaxed against the pillows, glancing at the clock over the door. It was a little past eleven but knowing Jungkook.... he’d be here within the hour. He had a key to my apartment so I locked the bedroom instead.

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“Kim Areum!!!!!!!!” Jungkook’s voice rang through the apartment rousing me from my nap. I blinked groggily and stared at the mirror.

11.25 PM.

I felt a smile creep into my face. A new record.

The door into my bedroom shook on its hinges as he knocked on it. Hard. I moved to stand close to the door , reveling in the fact that Jungkook was on the other side, likely losing his everloving shit .

“I’m too tired, Jungkook...your brother really put me through the wringer...” I whined piteously and the knocking stopped.

“Open the motherfucking door, Areum or I’m gonna fuck you so hard its gonna put you in a fucking wheelchair .....” He growled.

I smiled.

“Good night Jungkook. Oh and you better leave soon...my sister is sleeping in the guest bedroom.”

Ignoring his frustrated snarl , I turned the lights off.

Kim Areum- 1.

Jeon Jungkook -0

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Author’s note : I was just really inspired by that pic of pic of Jungkook in the see through shirt. Lemme know what you thought :-*

#jungkook smut #jungkook fics #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts fics #bts au #bts fanfics #bts smut

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 3 years ago

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Hi Sex witch! You know how you always mention that the orgasm is not a goal and the thing is to enjoy it? I'm a virgin but whenever I masturbate, I kinda...skip that part? As in it goes from feeling nothing to suddenly feeling good and in no time orgasm. Boom. Super quick. I'm a woman and I really want to change this and enjoy it for longer, do you have any tips?

hi anon,

first off, I want you to know that I read this to my wife and she immediately started pounding rhythmically on the coffee table saying "EDGING!!! DO IT!!! DO!!!! IT!!!"

and my wife is right, that's a great option! let's talk about that, and some others.

so, edging - the art of keeping yourself on the edge of an orgasm for as long as possible. whenever you start feeling yourself getting close, change up the way you're touching yourself - switch direction, use your other hand, lighten up the pressure, switch the stimulation to another part of your body, or take away the touch altogether. repeat as many times as necessary to prolong the experience! making yourself squirm via delayed gratification can be super fun and exciting, teach you a lot about the kind of touch you enjoy, and heighten the entire sensory experience.

broadly speaking, taking the time to explore types of sensation that are pleasant without necessarily being directly orgasmic is super worthwhile. if you're going straight to genital stimulation, slow that shit down! focus on touching other parts of your body and finding every erogenous zone you can. what's excitingly sensitive to the touch? breasts, nipples, thighs, neck, butt, tummy, feet, elbow - you name it, there's someone out there who's aroused by it. so take some time to snuggle with yourself and get in the mood!

if it's your cup of tea, engaging in some elaborate fantasy can also help draw out the process. whether it's watching porn, reading erotica, or playing out a sexy scenario in your head, enjoying a little storyline with your sexytimes can help slow things down - especially if you set yourself a time limit. touch yourself gently over your clothes and/or in non-orgasmic spaces while you watch, read, or imagine your scenario of choice, teasing yourself while you wait to get to the direct stimuli. you can wait for a logical stopping point - finishing a video or a chapter, for instance - or set a specific time limit, like deciding you're going to make yourself wait 10 horny, horny minutes before you can touch yourself, letting sexual tension grow all the while.

"sexual tension? with myself? is that possible?" YES! that's the fun of the tease, babey.

it's also worth noting that if you're a cis woman it's very possible that one orgasm doesn't have to be the end of the line for you; folks with vaginas tend to have a relatively short refractory period and many are able to comfortably have more than one orgasm pretty close together. one quick orgasm doesn't have to be the end of the experience, but rather the first of several and a starting point for a truly lovely time.

tl;dr slow it down, feel it out, tease yourself, and have fun.

also my wife wants me to add that if you're using toys like vibrators then switching over to using your hands could also help a lot because it provides lower intensity stimulation. she's right about that, my wife is always right.

#sex edventures 2021

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dimitrescus-bitch · 4 years ago

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Push (Theo Crain x Reader)

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You’d known Theo a lot longer than any other woman in her life. For the most part, there wasn’t any romance between the two of you. Sure, you slept together and stuff, but Theo hadn’t tried to give anything more than that. In fact, if you tried to further things, she’d always push you away. It hurt, but you understood that feelings were not her thing and she held herself in a certain way.

It didn’t stop you from letting her in every single time. Most of the time, you had to wait for her to decide that she wanted you. Theo just had to get back into the mindset that you were like her, not for relationships. After she’d fooled herself like that, she came back to make a fucking fool out of you.

“It’s looking like a dry night,” Theo said as she turned her back to the dance floor once again. The two of you had come out to the club so she could try to get laid, but despite the numerous women giving Theo the stare, she wasn’t noticing. In fact, she was actively ignoring every single person in that club that tried giving her attention.

“I’m sure the four girls that you turned down are thinking the same thing,” you snorted. Theo set her drink down and reached out to touch your cheek. The gloves were a part of Theo, just as much as her skin in your eyes. She was always wearing them. It was a spectral sensitivity. At least, that was the name you’d given whatever power her mother had bestowed upon her. Maybe the reason that Theo had kept you close all these years was because instead of calling her freak or crazy when she told you about her hands, you were fascinated and did everything in your power to understand her.

“Maybe I’m looking for something more familiar,” Theo said, pushing herself closer to you. You were partially trapped against the bar, but she gave you an easy way out. If, for any reason, you didn’t want her, Theo would understand and move on once she knew you were fine. It was weird because you knew she cared about you, but she wouldn’t love you.

“At this point, you might as well just buy a bottle and come over,” you told her. She tilted her head and pulled you away from the bar. She paid for your drinks and then whisked you away out to the night air. You called the cab and she gave directions. It wasn’t often that you got to spend the night at her place, especially if Shirley was home. In fact, if Shirley was there, Theo would keep you as far away from her place as she could for as long as she could.

“I love this song,” Theo said as she hummed along to the radio. You recognized it as something that’d played at prom. You remembered that night because it’d been the first time you’d ever kissed a girl. It was the first time you’d ever kissed Theo.

“What do you think of when you hear it?” you asked her.

“I guess I think of prom night after your date left with that stupid underclassmen because she was gonna put out for him,” Theo said, disdain in her voice. You reached out to hold her hand and she let you, humming contentedly as she leaned towards you. “You were so upset and then we started dancing. I didn’t know it, but that was when I figured it out, that I liked women because I was dancing with the most beautiful one in the room.”

“Theodora Crain, are you being romantic?” you asked and Theo pushed your shoulder playfully. “I figured out that I didn’t like boys that night.”

“When I kissed you?” Theo asked and you nodded. She leaned down and pressed a tentative kiss to your lips. “It was just like that, wasn’t it?”

“The first one was. The one when our dance was over, but the ones behind the bleachers were not the same,” you said and Theo chuckled. “Still, even when you were pulling my hair a little and biting my lip because you wanted to know if it was sexy, you were more gentle than he was.”

“Here’s our stop,” Theo said, completely distancing herself from whatever thoughts were causing the soft look on her face. She opened the door and helped you out of the cab. You paid the cabbie and then followed her inside. She made sure to keep you quiet until you were inside of the house. Then, she seemed to not care how loud the two of you were.

She brought you straight back to her bedroom. There were certain things that Theo knew you loved, so she did them. She pressed you against the wall as she kissed you. She made sure to remove your clothes in a frantic manner as she led you back to her bed. She paid attention to what your body responded to with her touches and kisses. She stopped on her way between your legs to trace the intricate tattoo spanning across your hip bones.

“Y/n,” Theo said as she sat up a little bit. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at her.

“Is something wrong?” you asked her and she shook her head.

“Do you think I could use the strap this time?” Theo asked and you nodded. She smiled and the two of you quickly traded places. Theo was definitely a giver, but there was a rule when she topped you with the strap-on. She went first so you could make sure that you got to do something for her. You didn’t rush, but you didn’t move slowly with her. Theo was antsy to fuck you and patient wasn’t a word you’d come to associate with a horny Theodora Crain.

Any time spent between her legs was good in your eyes. It was one of the few times that you could physically show her how much you loved and appreciated her without getting pushed away. She accepted every bit of your love that way and you felt complete for a little while. You could make her feel good and forget about the hardships she’d faced for a bit.

“Y/n,” Theo moaned as your tongue found her clit. She threw her head back in pleasure when your fingers joined the mix. You started to move your tongue in more intricate patterns and her back arched. She pushed her hips up and ground herself against your tongue. You pushed with your tongue a bit more and twisted your fingers up a bit inside of her.

Her bedroom quickly filled with moaning as she inched closer and closer to cumming. As she approached her climax, you lightly used your teeth to give her that extra little push and she snapped then and there. You guided her down from her orgasm with your fingers as you sat back and watched Theo shake. She composed herself as quickly as she could and then laid you back on the bed.

“There’s almost no point in checking if you’re ready,” Theo said as she sat in between your legs. She had her hands on your thighs, rubbing ever so slowly up and down. You bit your lip as she moved closer to your center each time. Finally, you felt her middle finger barely push inside of you and she smirked. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“Fuck Theo.” Your voice was a bit gruffer than usual, but she made you that way. It was like your entire body was anticipating the pleasure that’d be making you scream out later. Theo was a show-off when it came to the bedroom. If you tried to keep yourself quiet, she’d do something that made you lose control of yourself, just a little bit.

“That, like you, comes later after I get a taste,” Theo said as she shifted backwards a bit. She leaned down and licked over your entrance. She hummed and you choked on whatever you had been planning to tell her. She teased you a bit more and then when your body was practically buzzing from excitement, she left you. You snapped out of your near-sex haze very quickly and in an almost panicked manner, scrambled to the edge of the bed to watch her. Theo wasn’t dragging anything out, but you felt like she was.

“Come on, you can’t just leave me like that,” you whined as Theo walked back over to the bed. She leaned down to kiss you and you scrambled backwards. You laid with your head against the pillows and Theo hovered above you. She grabbed your thighs and slid her hands down to your hips. She held onto your hips as she slid into you.

“I would never leave you like that.” It was a lie, Theo had done it so many times before. Some of them had been intentional, but others had not. Theo could be a tease and sometimes you got to be like her test subject when she found out about something new to try. You didn’t mind it, but you were not there for the delayed gratification phase Theo tried out. Psych majors.

Theo started slowly, but once she was sure you had adjusted well and were ready for her to give more, she sped up. Her thrusts gained more depth and there was a bit more force. Theo moved one of her hands up to cradle your head before moving to grab onto the headboard. Your arms wrapped around her neck and you went to kiss her. Normally, that wouldn’t have been acknowledged, but Theo kissed you back as she continued to fuck you. As you got closer to cumming, you dropped your arms and Theo moved her hands so they were right next to either side of your head.

Theo didn’t stay in bed with you for very long after the two of you were finished. She kept herself busy and you decided to get ready before she came back. It hurt less to be pushed away by Theo Crain when you were wearing pants. It was a lot less humiliating on your end at the very least. She seemed confused when she came back to see you getting dressed though.

“Where are you off to?” Theo asked as she set a cup of tea down on the bedside table. “Normally you want to stay.”

“Normally you push me away,” you said and Theo pulled you back over to the bed. “What’s different about tonight?”

“I’m not sober enough to push you away like an idiot,” Theo said and you rolled your eyes. “That was a very strong drink at the club.”

“Must have been some beer.” You decided to play along with her, at least for tonight. “Hopefully strong enough to last until tomorrow. I expect breakfast ma’am.”

“You can have me and pancakes, in that order,” Theo told you and you liked the sound of that. “But first, take your clothes back off and lay down with me. It’s warmer when you’re naked and I just turned the AC on.”

#Theo Crain #theodora crain #theodora crain x reader #theo crain x reader #theo crain imagine #theo crain imagines #theodora crain imagines #theodora crain imaigne #the haunting of hill house #the haunting of hill house imagines #the haunting of hill house imagine #the haunting of hill house x reader #thohh imagine #thohh x reader #thohh imagines #thohh

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kaebedom-me · 4 years ago

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THE FVDJSNSBDJ LSSJ BIKER AU!!! AAAAAHSHDHAJSJJD!!!!! 💕💖💖💞💗💕💖💕💕 MWAHHH MWAHH PERFECTioOON!! ogei ogei ogeii i got a request!! how bout,, chaeya sending nudes to each other 🥺👉👈 like,, could be biker au! could be uni au?! whatever you want just go ham mwahh💕💖💗💞💗💕 -⭐

Allowing me to go ham i 💜💛💖💙💕🖤🤍💖💕 but also i can't decide which is better?? For this prompt nskfkfb

I'm so glad to do this ask rn 🥺🥺 thank you past star nonnie for the serotonin

Chaeya would be Addicted™ to sending nudes to each other lmAo

They're both such a huge tease + like getting teased

We're unclear who initiated the first nude but boy oh boy it's never gonna stop now

They're Kings of Sending Nudes at Inappropriate Times

Them knowing each others schedule so well and just "oh i guess i should just pop one over right now, that'll be funny"

In Uni!AU it's just them sending each other progressively more lewd pictures and texts during lectures to see who seeks out the other for a quick fuck

In Biker!AU sometimes they're away from each other for awhile, and the other person's prolly with their gang so it's hard to do anything, the person at home will do their absolute the fuck best to break the other one

Let's just say, even if there's very little privacy, they're still able to get each other off

Kaeya's nudes are 💦👌🏻👌🏻💦😩 ok The Best of the Best. You take one look as it and you know it should belong in museums

He sets up his nudes like a fucking photoshoot, ok. He's just extra like that

Has a whole like series per photoshoot session too, from fully clothed to half naked to just in his underwear then finally his birthday suit

Will add in a little lingerie too if he's feeling a little spicy

Kaeya's a little bit vain right HAHAHA he doesn't just take a nude then and there and hits send no

He takes photos of himself every time he thinks he looks sexy. So it could be him dressing up or taking off his clothes, tries on new lingerie or toys, when he's in the mood

He just snaps a pic and continues with whatever so he ends up with having an entire album worth of nudes for Childe

Childe's nudes are pretty normal. HAHAHAH Doesn't quite have Kaeya's pizzazz but Kaeya appreciates them all the same

The type or just snap a quick pic before and after

But does enjoy teasing Kaeya when he's out working out or doing something sexy

In Uni!AU, before and after his fights. And in Biker!AU, when he's dressed up to go for a ride

They both don't really send like dick pics that often? Rather just shirtless pics or videos of them touching themselves accompanied with their moans because they know its what drives each other wild

Childe when he receives nudes from Kaeya it almost always ends in phone sex because Childe's impatient and seeing Kaeya posing lewdly just 😩😩 he needs to be in Kaeya so bad

Like he knows they're not pictures of him at this very moment but the fact that Kaeya took the time out of his day to send a nude to him means he's want something

Kaeya though, he's very good at ignoring even the most scandalous videos from Childe. Leaves him on read for hours then sends him a pictures of himself sucking on a lollipop

If he's feeling spicy, he sexts Childe the raunchiest things in the middle of having dinner with his friends or something

Sometimes they both just??? Delay their gratification. So they call each other to rile each other up more, then one of then just ok bye gtg love you babe and??? Y'all did this for what?? (They'll tell you the orgasm when they do get to fuck is Top Tier)

Sometimes, if they really wanna bother each other when they're home alone and masturbating, they just send each other voice recordings of their moans and an inconspicuous emoji

They're always sexting too smh

Childe is also bold enough to set one of Kaeya's most artfully taken nudes as his homescreen wallpaper

Kaeya doesn't mind so he takes nicer ones whenever he feels like seeing a different picture of himself when he's going through Childe's phone

Nobody asked. But Childe's lockscreen is a selfie of the two of them whete Kaeya is giving him a kiss on the cheek. He refuses to change to anything less sweet

Of course, when he's visiting home he changes it HAHAHA he doesn't want to corrupt his younger siblings jsjfbg

🌝 Kaeya's favourite pass time is to send all of that spicy content to Childe when he's visiting home because he knows how torn Childe's going to be

Attaches like 1 nude and 1 voice recording of him getting off with the caption "miss you 🥺" and then follow up texts "how's Teceur and Tonia"

Childe hates but loves it so much, sure his siblings are with him almost all the time and can't have a moment to himself long enough to relieve himself but when he gets back home to Kaeya....

The sex marathon that follows; Kaeya's so wrecked he can't even moan properly, shooting blanks, lying limp and letting Childe manhandle him, and him going in and out of consciousness because he's so fucking tired is worth 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Also Kaeya having enough of Childe's mediocre nudes one day

He teaches Childe how to pose, what parts of his body he'd like to see in nudes, the angle, lightings and stuff so he can get artistic nudes too

Childe indulges obv, his boyfriends deserves nothing less

But also Kaeya texting back like "not sexy enough try again" HAHAHAH

Childe texting back "fuck you" cuz he really tried for his bf ok

Kaeya's like "not w your pathetic excuse of a nude you can't"

If you're wondering if this is a type of foreplay between them the answer is yes

I feel like i forgot to metion before, but they totes have a hidden, password protected photo of each other in their phones

That's the nude album tho like the pictures and videos that they take of each other while they were having sex is in a different folderb

But that's another thing for another time 😩💦

#Man these weRe greAt instant shot of dopamine #Chaeya #Childe x Kaeya #Chaeya headcanons #Childe #Kaeya #Tartaglia #Shanna writes #Not sfw #Smut #Spicy #N e ways I'm back with our regularly scheduled content #Sorry about the whole mess yesterday

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theonetheycallhannah · 5 years ago

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The Shape of Her

My first ever one shot for all my lovely Cavillry babes! (I’ve recently edited it to make the actual title the title of the post. It’s the same fic formerly under “New One Shot for the Cavillry.”)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC that is totally not me, the author (except that it is, and I just took out my name so nobody felt weird about it!)

Word count: 2053

Warnings: Rimming and oral (f receiving), slightly rough sex, but not like, violent, language, almost orgasm denial but like, not really, very thirsty OFC and a very hungry Henry, mentions of unemployment, panties are heavily featured…I clearly have no idea what might trigger some people, but if you have concerns, ask me. It’s really just smutty smut for the sake of smut.

A/N: This was unsolicited, but I felt that curvy girls were lacking some representation in the fic community in general, so here is Henry worshipping a thicc queen. (Also, the undies in the fic are from Torrid and amazingly comfy, and the fact that I felt super sexy in them also helped inspire this one shot. I hope y’all enjoy.) Also, it’s not Beta’d. I just did my own triple check for glaring errors. Here’s hoping it’s not untenable gibberish. Lol!

Tags (no one requested tags, but I’m tagging the Cavillry babes I can think of, and if you want me to tag you in future work, just let me know. I don’t want to spam anyone): @littlefreya because she convinced me this was necessary, lol! Also @fishcustardandclintbarton @geralt-of-baevia @princess-of-riviaa @geekycanuck @lareinedususpense @radaofrivia @nothingdear @lunedelorient @sunflowersstan @captainbigdy @laketaj24

She liked to air dry on the bed in just her panties. Scroll her phone, see what was new. When she had time, of course. And lately, she’s had no shortage of time. Henry felt for her. Being between jobs could be scary. But he knew great things were out there for his woman. But the air drying. She did this after every leisurely shower. She made a little nest of pillows and draped herself gracefully over it.

With one hand, she diffused her hair, still damp from the shower. He didn’t know what she was looking at on her phone, nor did he care. His eyes had fallen heavy and hard on her backside. He thought this part of her such a wonder. It was strong, round, and large, and it tapered down to her thick thighs. This morning, she had chosen to wear a fairly unassuming pair of briefs. Unassuming, he thought, only if one had never touched them, or seen them up close. Like he had. He’d even helped her pick them out in the shop. He knew that the silky fabric would look stunning on her.

He was right. The slate grey sheen of the fabric covering her ass caught the pure morning light filtering in through the window. With his eyes he followed the narrow lace bands around her thighs right under her ass. He started then at the wider lace band around her waist --yes, waist, not hips-- and was stopped in his tracks in the center of her back. He’d missed entirely, or perhaps he’d forgotten, that little v-shaped corset cutout just below the waist band.

This could no longer be a mission of observation it must become a more exploratory, manual endeavor. He tiptoed toward her, not wanting to startle her before it was time, or for her to turn over before he’d had his fun.

“Mornin’ Hank.” She said sweetly over her shoulder with a smile. She didn’t flip to her front. Good.

“Good morning, love! Sleep well? Nice shower?” He queried as he maneuvered himself between her legs. Just sitting, but with one leg thrown over the back of one of her thighs. He started working her calves which were always tight. He loved her shapely legs, though. He loved every curve of her.

“What are you doing?” She demanded with a slight start.

“I have to get the tension out while the muscle is still warm. You should know that, teach!” He loved teasing her like this for being clever. He loved calling her the teacher in the bedroom, even if he was the more experienced lover.

He increased the pressure as he went, but wanted to go further.

“Have any lotion handy?” He asked. She did, and she handed it right to him. He put a bit of the amber and vanilla-scented cream on his hands, worked it up until it was warm, and then started again. She was moaning now. That was always his goal. Then he switched legs, applying more warmed lotion and going as deep as he dared.

“Henry, I’m not gonna be able to walk when you’re done.”

“Well, I was gonna make that threat, but you’ve saved me the trouble.” He said as he turned around and playfully snapped her waistband making her jump and arch her gorgeous ass up into it.

“Mmmm, you bad man! How did I know from the moment I met you that you only wanted me for my body?” She teased.

“Because of the way I unwrapped and devoured you whole with my lecherous gaze, no doubt. You’re actually the first girl I’ve ever taken into a side room and fooled around with at an event.” He reminisced as he kissed her back, across her shoulders and down her spine until he got to that cutout.

“Fine then,” she said, mock surrender in her voice. “Take what you will. Have your spoils.”she hitched her hips up and put a pillow under them so he could explore every inch of her ass.

He relished the sensory experience of simply running his hands over the silky fabric covering her firm rump. He ran his nails over it, causing her to shiver. He ran his lips over it too, unable to resist that curiosity.

“Henry, I’m dying here!” She moaned.

“And you’re killing me with these knickers, we all have our problems.”

He ran a hand down between her legs to tease her sex. She ground her hips into it, needing the friction. He’d give her friction.

He slid the panties aside, and started circling her clit at first, then he penetrated her one finger at a time. She was so wet already. Drenched for him. This got him so hard. He didn’t want to wait to fuck her. A part of him really and truly wanted to skip her gratification and just plow directly into her getting his own rocks off. Spill himself messily all over her pussy, ass, and those gorgeous panties.

But he restrained himself. He wanted to make her come. Wanted to delay his gratification to hear and see her come apart under his touch. He kept working her, listening and feeling for her reactions. She was moaning into her pillow. And he could feel the tension building inside her. He thought one more element would send her over. He hadn’t used his tongue yet. And he had the perfect place for it. He kissed along her more exposed ass cheek until he got to her opening. He’d wanted to do this for so long. And now he finally was. He ran his tongue all around her tight hole. Experimenting with strokes, textures, and pressures. He got the tip in just a bit once, considering it progress. And she was breathing infinitely heavier, about to reach her pinnacle.

When she did, she lost all control of her limbs and her body. She said nonsense. He adored it. But he’d have time to adore her later. Right now he was about to burst and the sight of her cunt trembling and dripping was too much for his cock to resist. He thrust into her slowly at first so he could feel every spasm of her waning orgasm around him. She always squeezed him in all the right places, but he couldn’t recall entering her so quickly after making her come. Why hadn’t he done this before?

His thrusts were hard and they got faster as he chased his pleasure. He appreciated anew the fabric covering her ass. It made her feel almost as delicious on the outside as she did on the inside. He growled as he got closer.

“Where you want me to finish, baby girl?” He asked, as he tended to do.

“Don’t you fucking think about pulling out, Cavill. I want your hot come inside me.” Her filth sent him to new levels of lust and he went harder and faster. This was one of the many things he loved about her body. He knew it was sturdy enough for the unbridled pounding he could give without bruising or pain. She could take him at his most violent without harm or even complaint.

“I’m gonna come again. Henry. Oh fuck!” And when her body began to contract and contort again, it was all Henry needed to tip him into his own oblivion. His release was hot, fast, and glorious inside his goddess. He fell over the top of her still moving his hips, relishing the feel of her panties against his sensitive hips and pelvis. It was heavenly.

Their breathing was rapid, but slowing in tandem with one another.

“Fuck me!” She exclaimed.

“Isn’t that what I just did?” He teased bitting her ear and inciting a giggle.

“Oh you certainly did, sir. Most thoroughly.” She turned as much as she could with him pinning most of her body to the bed, reaching enough of him to pull on his hair. “Kiss me, you villain.”

He obliged, roughly, as she liked. A full mouthed kiss with plenty of tongue. He loved these hungry, wild kisses, too. He broke apart from her just long enough to flip her onto her back and prop her up with some pillows. He wanted her to be comfortable for what came next. Now that both of their thirsts were sated for a while, he could take his time in pleasuring her and not be bothered by his own need…at least not immediately.

“God, if I had my way, you’d never be fully clothed, do you know that?” She blushed furiously whenever he mentioned how sexy she was to him. He knew she’d never felt so and had rarely been told so. And certainly few had ever shown their appreciation for her voluptuous beauty. He’d show her at every turn. Her body begged to be touched. It was so soft and succulent.

He descended her body slowly and thoroughly, not missing the best bits of real estate, like her neck, clavicle, and her nipples, and further down where he found her hips. She loved to be teased here. And he did so. Over her panties that were rapidly becoming his new favorite article of her clothing. He worked his mouth over the layer of fabric for a few moments. Teased her mound with nips and hot breath.

“Henryyyyy!” She squirmed under him and grabbed a handful of his hair. He looked up to find her breathless and staring at the ceiling instead of him. That wouldn’t do.

He slid her panties all the way off, a bittersweet moment. He loved that they were soaked with her arousal and his seed. It got him half hard again, but he had other things to do.

He spread her legs wide and parted her lips. She was still drenched with arousal and his come. Good. He placed one feather light kiss right over her clit and she bucked. Her body was so responsive to his touch.

“Oh, I like that honey. What does this do for you?” And he latched his mouth to her flesh to lay mercilessly soft flicks over her bead. She couldn’t seem to form words, just sounds. But they were pleased sounds, so Henry continued. He descended, sliding the back of his tongue down to her entrance where he thrust into her gently and began undulating and moaning. Their combined flavors made him yearn. He couldn’t figure out why. But he loved tasting himself on her body. Especially here where her own flavor was most potent.

He added his saliva to the mixture there, and then brought his hand in. He slid two fingers into her, stirring her up and pressing firmly against her g-spot. As he worked his hand in her, he worked his mouth over her again, and he felt her losing control and heard her pleading for him not to stop. But she was still looking away from him.

He paused. And she cried out!

“No!” She looked at him, on the verge of tears.

“I won’t do it. Unless you look at me. Watch me, kitten. Look into my eyes while I make you come.”

“Argh, do it! Do it! I’ll never take my eyes off you again as long as you just don’t stop!”

He continued. Fingering her. Devouring her. Watching her. Watching her watch him. He moaned into her body. Growled. Like the hungry beast that he was.

She bucked and writhed and seized as he finished her. He loved being able to give her this. This unfiltered raw pleasure. He crawled up next to her, wanting only to lie next to her as she came down in the afterglow. But she took his face in her hand and brought him to her for a slow, languid, breathtaking kiss. He loved that she didn’t care about the state of his face. Apparently, the wetness there comprised of his semen, sweat, and saliva, paired with her sex was collectively her favorite flavor.

“How is it that after all this time together, you still shock me, Mr. Cavill?” She said in breathless wonder. She flattered him.

“Darling, we’ve barely scratched the surface of the pleasure I can give you.”

And with that promise, he buried her in the pillows behind her as she squealed and giggled with delight.

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