#first sex scene

[ascendantfantasies]

You were sweet and innocent and not really ready for the outside world. All the elders said so. You needed more training. You weren't ready for the journey with a mentor. You certainly weren't ready to be allowed outside the cloister's walls without a guardian.

You weren't ready.

The mindflayers changed that. They didn't care what you were ready for. You were snatched and infected and ultimately dumped out in the chaos of the wrecked ship on a far-flung corner of Faerun.

You knew all the prayers but that wasn't what the real world required. You broke your oath defending a woman who had saved your life. You fought against filthy goblins and hideous spiders. You spoke with devils and befriended Sharrans and warlocks. Your elders would disown you.

You let an undead monster drink your blood.

You let that same undead monster lead you into the woods to a secluded grove and carefully peel all your clothing off.

He smiled and made promises and he caught you up with an arm around your back and held you there like you weighed nothing. You'd never seen a naked man and now here you were with one smiling up at you. He held you close and your whole body lit up at the touch.

He smiled, teeth showing.

You were ignorant. Painfully ignorant. You didn't even understand what you didn't know. He smiled with teeth and you tilted your head back for him in offering.

Your own gods had already forsaken you. Your oath was broken. You could return home to be chastised and punished and try and make amends. You could have spent the night praying. You should have spent the night praying. If you were truly good, truly devote, you would have prayed.

You didn't.

You tilted your head back in offering to an undead monster that hungered for blood.

He took it. He sank his teeth in as he rolled you to the ground and pinned you with strong hands and cool skin and a moan that was almost a growl. A monstrous thing at your throat.

His hands moved. He was confident and lapped at your throat as he spread your thighs and his fingers slid into you. You gasped and squirmed but there was nowhere to go. His fingers were cool and slick as they worked against you.

The first sensation brought fear. A touch where you weren't expecting it. Too intimate. Too much. The fear dissolved quickly into pleasure and warmth.

The bite started as pain and settled into a deep drawing warmth.

The fingers were much the same.

They pressed deep and you struggled against it until the pleasure started to build. He was still licking blood off your throat with long slow strokes of his tongue. Soft. Thorough. His mouth and his fingers working on the same rhythm as all your defenses fell.

The evil of the undead was a lesson you had been taught. It fell to his flashes of vulnerability and humour.

The evil of having your blood stolen fell to the easy warmth and comfort of drifting as his mouth moved against your throat.

You had been taught that your body was a temple but they'd never actually explained that you weren't supposed to let people slide their fingers deep into you and rub slow steady circles against very sensitive places.

He pulled back as you were squirming and arching and breathing so hard that you couldn't think straight. He retreated and looked down at you as you lay spread out beneath him. You were flushed and half delirious with blood loss. You twisted your hips and he grabbed hold of you and pushed you back into the grass.

You were outdoors. You looked up towards the moon.

"Look at me," he said immediately, his thumb on your chin, drawing you back. His lips were stained red with blood and you looked up at him. The heavens forgotten. The gods forgotten. There was nothing but the fingers on your face and your blood on his tongue as he licked his lips.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"You."

He was all you wanted in that moment. You were too ignorant. Too sheltered. You didn't know what you were asking for but you asked for it anyways. You put your pleading into the tone of your voice and the look in your eyes and even the needy little clench of your fingers on his hips.

"Good," he whispered into your ear and then he did something with his fingers that made the warm building weight in your stomach erupt into a wash of pleasure. You arched and he pinned you down. All that paladin strength rendered useless by two fingers and a bit of pressure. He was smiling against your neck and whispering happy little bits of encouragement as the pleasure crested and you cried out into his shoulder.

"Are you done?" he asks with just the tiniest edge of condescension.

"I'm fine," you mutter.

"That's good," he tells you and then he's rolled over onto his back and pulled you with him. He is casual and confident. An expert. He puts you exactly where he wants you. You feel him - hard and ready - prodding at the entrance to your body.

You are not fine. You are not ready. You are shaky and inexperienced and in so far over your head. Hands on your hips. Your body hot and trembling in the aftermath of that rush of pleasure. There is nothing you want more in that moment than to make him happy.

He puts you into position easily. The hand on your hip is unavoidable. Inevitable. You don't even think to question it as he guides you into position and then pulls you into him.

The tip of his cock grazes your entrance and you smile. The next brush of contact is more insistent. He has one hand on your hip so you're held close as he prods against you. He finds the right place and laughs, low and happy.

"You want this, don't you?" he says.

His hand on your hip keeps you close but doesn't actually force you down. Steady but not aggressive. You squirm a little and he moans. HIs cock rubs against your entrance. Wet and slick. The promise of that trembling rush of pleasure is there in every bit of contact between your bodies so you lean in. You push your hips down against him.

"That's good. There you go, darling," he murmured as his hand tightened a bit on your hip.

Gravity and his hand and the hot need building in your stomach work in perfect concert. You slide down. The initial stretch and then a sharp spike of pain. He doesn't let up and you're too disoriented to do anything but let it happen and you feel like you're being forced open.

He shushes you, his voice gentler, his hand gentler, he sits up to pull you into a hug. You bury your face against his neck as you try to find an angle that you can take his cock. His hand is on your hip. Guiding. He coaxes you into a very slow rhythm. Your body sliding up and down his cock.

It's incremental. Slow as hell. He's confident and smiling as he look up at you with bloody teeth and his hand on your hip. He pulls you a little deeper. Rocks your hips against him. Lets you slide back a bit before pulling you down again. Slow and steady until he's buried inside you.

"That, was your virginity, wasn't it?"

"Don't," you say.

"I can smell the blood, darling," he says.

"You're all mine, aren't you?"

You're full and breathing hard around it. The stretch makes it hard to think. The hands roaming your body make it hard to think. He has long fingers and very careful hands. Cool and confident and sliding up your hip. Fingers tight at your waist. Those eyes. Watching. His eyes are always watching you.

"Aren't you?" he askes again.

"Yes. I am all yours," you say.

"Good," he murmurs. "Let's make sure you enjoy it."

He holds you down for a moment and it is far too much. The stretch of his cock inside you makes you whine. He presses a thumb against your clit and rubs quickly and harshly. You clench and cry out and he laughs as he rolls you onto your back.

"Two," he whispers into your ear as your body shivers and aches.

"Two?" you echo.

"Two orgasms."

"Oh."

"How many do you think we can wring out of you? Sweet little virgin girl. Five? Ten?"

"Ten?" you ask incredulous.

"Oh, that's a challenge," he says as he pulls you back in to kiss as he starts to thrust into you. You gasp and whine and he kisses you through it. You grab hold of him, arms around his neck and face buried against his skin as you tremble.

He pulls you in tighter and your body gives way as he slides in deeper. You let out something dangerously close to a scream as he finally bottoms out in you and your body is pressed into his. You squirm which just makes you feel more full and rubs your clit against his stomach.

"Perfect," he tells you.

You are panting but he's over you now and you're spread open for him. He pushes your knee up and slides in a little deeper. You didn't know that deeper was possible.

"Good girl. You're doing so well."

He pushes you to another orgasm and you are left shuddering under him. You grab hold of him and press your face against his neck as he sets a steady rhythm of his hips pressing into you. The line between pain and pleasure is very blurry.

"Astarion?"

"You're perfect. Keep going.," he says.

So you do. You keep going as long as it takes to satisfy him.

[hazelcallahan]

caitvi + hands

[twice-in-a-blue-moon]

when solomon has sex with you for the first time, he makes sure to absolutely worship your body. during the first kiss scene with him, he said he's been waiting for a chance to do it. so with this, he's going to make sure his patience will pay off. not an inch of your skin will be unloved by him. it may have taken so long, but the end result will be perfect as the two of you are satisfied, love growing by the second

(Ooh, thank you for the food, anon!! Solomon's first kiss scene will forever have my heart) Reader is GN! :)

Minors DNI!

"Why don't you come just a little closer?"

You shift a little closer until there's no space between you two on the bed, and his lips are back on yours. His hand comes up to cradle your jaw, softly rubbing his thumb along to solidify in his mind that you are here and that this is happening.

Somehow, miraculously, he finally got you alone...and you want him too.

Though he fears he'll get too eager and move too fast for your liking, leading to crossing a boundary or scaring you away. So, he's careful, treating you as if you were glass, slow to do anything more than kiss you like this. Truthfully, he could just do this all night and he'd still be over the moon. But he can't deny in his heart the need for more.

His hand on your jaw slowly slides down your neck, simply letting his fingertips brush against the sensitive skin. It's warm, and he can feel your pulse thrumming just beneath. He wonders how it would feel against his lips.

Solomon reluctantly pulls away from your lips, leaning down to instead kiss along the column of your neck. It elicits a soft gasp, and he feels giddy that he can get such a cute response from you. It only serves him to want to hear more. A secondary motive.

With each article of clothing he removes from your body, he falls deeper in love as he sees his person bared completely to him. It signifies the trust you've built together. And he'll do everything to never lose it - a promise he quietly makes to himself.

From your neck, he lavishes kisses along your collarbones, down both of your arms, your shallowly rising and falling chest, your soft stomach, all the way down to your naval. Any further is iffy territory and he wants explicit permission before he does anything more.

Through a husky tone, he asks, "is this okay? Can I continue?"

Your approval and reassurance are resounding. The weight of worry eases a little, but he's still tentative to continue. He wants you to feel good. He wants this first time with you to be perfect. He can't help it, he's an ancient sorcerer in love for the first time in a very long time...if ever.

So, slowly, he ventures onward to where he sees the obvious impact he's had on you tonight. His talented silver tongue makes you squirm on the bed, your hands tangling in his soft locks as his name tumbles out of your mouth like a prayer. The taste of your sweet arousal is something he fears he could get addicted to.

Solomon can feel his own arousal growing past anything he's ever experienced before. He didn't know he had the capacity to feel so needy for someone else. Good lord, just what are you doing to him?

Once he feels he's prepped and pleasured you enough with his tongue and dexterous fingers, he pulls away to finally undress and bare himself to you. His eyes shift away nervously as he feels you studying his body now. He knows his skin is marred from centuries of living; the countless pact marks, scars he doesn't remember the stories of, and burns from experiments gone wrong. He's never felt self-conscious like this before, but it's another product of what you do to him.

When you sit up on the bed, crawling to him to brush your fingers along his skin, it takes his breath away. You aren't afraid to explore him. Tracing his pact marks, kissing his imperfections, never once showing disgust like he might've thought.

No, only care.

Solomon gently chases you back down onto the bed, crawling over your excited form with smiles and giggles exchanged in the otherwise quiet room. Once again, he gets your staunch permission before continuing. And once again, you reassure him that this is what you want. Any lingering doubt subsides, and with that, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly slides in, letting you adjust once he's fully settled within you.

"D-Deus meus..."

His forehead rests against yours as his breathing turns ragged, reveling in how goddamn good you feel around him. It takes all of him to be patient, but he waits for your signal, and once he has it, he doesn't hesitate to start moving.

His hips snap against yours in deep, measured thrusts. Passionate kisses are shared, soft moans and grunts fill your ears, and his hands never once stop exploring your body. The love he gave it earlier wasn't nearly enough.

There's no rush. It's not frantic - it's not even desperate. It's slow and intimate as he guarantees you both feel good in this one moment of solitude.

Solomon isn't even thinking about afterwards or what those brothers might say. He's fully entranced by you. He makes love to you as if it's the last time he ever will.

Soon he brings you both to a mind-shattering orgasm. His body shudders above yours as he buries his face in your neck. The way you clench around him makes him consider asking for a second round. Though, he wants to take a break more - to love and care for you as needed. As carefully as he can, he pulls out, already missing being enveloped by you and your sweet body. The second his fatigued self hits the bed, you instantly cuddle up to him, locking him in place for the foreseeable future.

To say he's a little shocked is an understatement. Sure, you both just shared a moment of passion and pleasure, but there was still some part of him that wondered if you really wanted him. For you to take the initiative to cuddle up to him in the afterglow touches his heart. Solomon wraps his arms around you, humming at the shared warmth between your sweaty bodies and shielding you from the world outside of this room.

Tonight you're his. And he knows he'll always be yours.

[liorlen]

perhaps it’s an acquired taste?

[bloodydeanwinchester]

🩸Bloody Dean Every Episode🩸 ↳ 5x18 || Point of No Return Part 1

[seenthisepisode]

“jensen wouldn't be able to differentiate between me and cas” misha my dude jensen is not even able to differentiate between dean winchester and himself so

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: Check out. The fully-sexual charged cinematic movement design.

Cnetizens: How did the director come up with the idea to have him kneel on a playing card, adding so much aesthetic energy, is that some kind of genius?

[eerna]

imma be so real with you I did NOT care for all the cutesy ways they presented Vi and Cait's disbalanced social status in arc 3

[thismission]

king of disaster kings lucanis dellamorte + text posts

[ellstronaut]

not to be that person but fuck

n don’t get me wrong I love smut as much as the next person but I cannot stand meaningless smut. With no substance just mindless sex with no passion or any ounce of affection attached to it. No buildup, no pining, no tension so thick it’s palpable no “fuck why are these jeans glued on” no “clumsiness or characters being awkward because sex is awkward sometimes and intimidating” no characterisation, character development or poking fun in a lighthearted way because

“dino boxers really?”

the way they’d be so unapologetic about it too maybe not even vocal but the look that fucking look that screams “yeah? n what you’re gonna do about it?” or maybe they’re flustered but that’s hot either way because it’s them, it’s their quirk

It’s the little details

The vulnerability? The insecurities—trying something new but being afraid to cross or plunge into unknown territories

but it’s their touch—guidance—that unspoken “you’re safe with me”

Subtle hotness/intimacy man

But yeah sex sells. Let’s be real. It’s a cheap way to get views especially when not mindful of how characters would react in such situations

[secriden]

You know what makes me soooo excited for the next phase of Fadel and Style's relationship? It's that they will finally slot into the CORRECT relationship dynamics because this whole time, it's been flipped.

From the beginning, something felt off, and I think it's because Style's true desire is to be pursued. We are shown this pretty much in Style's introduction when he blatantly puts his body on display with the Crop Top Stretch. Style wants to be approached, wants to be propositioned, wants to be desired. Also, remember how he initially flirts with Fadel when his only motivation was his own attraction? He pinned the Heart Burger badge onto his chest to create an opportunity for Fadel to put his hands on Style's body.

Of course Fadel wasn't pursuing Style; was in fact, actively trying to get away (for reasons OTHER than a lack of physical attraction to Style), so it is the plot that has to drive our lovebirds together using Kant's request and partly Style's own desire to get some revenge.

But throughout their interactions, we constantly see glimpses of Style's desire to be pursued: every single time Fadel even shows a HINT of wanting Style, he immediately falls pliant, like he can't wait to let Fadel take the reins. And nothing shows this more clearly than the absolutely blissed out look on Style's face in Ep 4 when he thinks Fadel has finally admitted that he wants Style.

(Fucking hell, just look at how dazed and almost euphoric Style looks here? It's like Style has been starving for the barest hint that Fadel truly wants him.)

Which is also why we've gotten so many fake outs. Because although Fadel IS attracted to Style (Ep 2 made that...abundantly clear), he isn’t remotely ready to pursue anyone. Not only is Fadel nursing a broken heart, barely beating, he also has very justified suspicions about Style’s connection to Kant and Style's unnatural persistence.

So it's Style that has to pursue - he dodges Fadel's footsteps, and bullies his way into Fadel's life; but in between the frustration and annoyance, Fadel's walls begin to crack. And I think it's SO COOL that the first significant evidence we have of Fadel's walls crumbling is because Style puts his body on display for Fadel. Because Fadel responded to something that was naturally part of the way Style operates before he even met Fadel. And there are other, more compelling reasons why I think Fadel begins to fall for Style, but that's not really the point I'm trying to make here.

When Fadel said "If I like you, I'll do the pursuing", it wasn't just to get Style to back off. Because now that Fadel has finally chosen to explore something real with Style, we are seeing Fadel's words in action. I know some people have said Fadel's switch to flirting so blatantly with Style in Ep 4's gym scene came out of left field, but I think it may well be confirmation that this was always the dynamic they were meant to be in. Fadel likes pursuing and Style likes being pursued. They fit, they match, they're perfectly compatible.

(Fadel looks almost faintly amused by how "flustered" Style is. Because he doesn't know that Style is actually afraid of him - why would he, when Style has evidenced zero fear so far? So this comes across like Style is getting shy in response to Fadel's unexpected and more overt approach. And possibly this is Fadel starting to remember how much he enjoys the chasing.)

Unfortunately, Kant's revelation is going to screw allll of this up. But, we are finally going to see glimpses of how they work when they're aligned correctly in their dynamics! And while it will take a journey (and oh, it will be gloriously painful, won't it?), our boys are finally on the road to something lasting and I am sooo glad we get to come along for the ride. <3

[halfagod]

george reorge rartin martin was honestly so deranged for what he did with jb. he really put his 33 year old arrogant handsome disillusioned morally grey sisterfucking child-murdering deconstruction of the white knight trope character in a situation with his 19 year old ugly gnc shy sensitive awkward idealistic brave kind female knight character. and made them fall in love. a visionary

[genericpuff]

hello 911 why are all the LO volumes classified as grades 6-12 except for the newest volume which is more appropriately categorized as grades 9-12

please no

[khaopybara]

❝I just... want to be your comfort zone. That's all.❞

HAPPY ONE-YEAR ANNIVERSARY, BE MY FAVORITE!

[fleshadept]

will die on the hill that astarion would NOT be that shredded. vampire strength or not, motherfucker was a low level posh-ass city official. he did not lift. he didn’t even fight people, he seduced them. get that six pack outta here

[lilaccatholic]

Probably SUCH an unpopular opinion except in my little corner of the world, but BOY would Bridgerton so be my thing if it weren't for all the sex scenes