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@fiendishfinesse || continued
The laugh came sharp, slicing through the air like glass against concrete– scornful, bitter. It didn’t rise, didn’t roll out with ease. No, it tore its way free, raw and dissonant, splintering decorum in its wake. There was nothing in it but a hollow sound, the kind of laugh that devoured the space it inhabited, stripping it bare of civility.
It echoed, billowed in the air like incense, and then faded into a sneer.
“Oh yeah?” Astarion’s smirk curled. Mocking, rebellious. Defiance sat heavy on pale lips as he tested the restraints once, twice, feeling the press of Raphael’s cock against his inner thigh– a reminder of their power imbalance.
For now at least.
“I wouldn’t get ahead of myself and claim victory just yet if I were you…” He let the words linger, fester like autumnal rust. “That pet of yours I kicked out of your boudoir earlier? Harlop, was it?” Astarion had never truly bothered to learn the cunt’s name. “Wonder what he’d look like– hind up, face down, back littered with scars that won’t be so quick to heal.”
His tenor was subtle, carrying threat like a dagger drawn beneath a silk handkerchief. Meant to cut, and deep. Raphael’s possessiveness over his toys wasn’t lost on him. The prettier they were, the more obsessive the devil seemed to get.
And Raphael, of course, must've always considered himself the prettiest.
#fiendishfinesse#|| ❝ my mouth filled with the aching taste of rebirth ❞ || act iii#tw; dark themed#tw; usft#tw; dddne
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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.
I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.
You're still looking.
You make it hard to look away.
I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.
If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.
How long are you going to make me wait?
How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.
You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.
You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?
We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?
They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?
You're too soft.
Can we go back to making out now?
You sound jealous.
Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.
If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.
Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?
And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?
You're wet, aren't you?
You drove me mad.
She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.
I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.
I'm all yours to look at, you know.
You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.
Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.
. . .I hate you.
Say it again.
Grind it. Nice and fine.
I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.
Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.
Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?
Is that a challenge, Feyre?
Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?
Move with me now.
Touch me anywhere you please.
I want you to make love to me.
Do you know what that truly means?
You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?
I want you inside me.
You have three minutes to get ready now.
I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.
What was I doing in your dreams?
Someone is watching us through the window.
All the more reason to put on a good show.
You're not in a position to make demands.
The best things are found in the most secret places.
And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.
When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.
You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?
I thought you were all about self-control.
I remember how powerful those thighs are.
You are more beautiful than I imagined.
And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.
I'm naked underneath.
Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?
I want to take you under the moonlight.
Please, don’t stop.
Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?
I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.
I’ve never been with a man before.
You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.
And you, Miss, are no lady.
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❝ Do you honestly think I could possibly want anyone else when this is what you do to me? ❞ (@lannisther & rhaegar)
He is not quite certain how the young woman had been allowed inside his tent, or how any of his guards had been persuaded. But this is Tywin Lannister's daughter, who seems to share the same cunning glance in her eye as the man. She wears nothing for him, her dress, a valyrian style he had noted, was easily pushed aside for her to show her indeed, what he does to her.
The Prince tried to push her aside, to say that while courting was happening, she should not do this, but her hand hold his own and guided it into precious sight between her legs and indeed, he felt her, wet and warm between his fingers, indigo eyes looking down as looking down upon and hardened shaped breast before him.
"My Lady ⸻ Cersei. You should leave." He speaks but his voice is anything but convincing at that time. This must had been prompted by something. Perhaps she heard that his father had no intentions to cast aside Elia despite how Aerys dislikes his wife and marry him to Cersei. Perhaps she realized that whatever happened, she would not be his wife. And yet, she was there. His hand remains on her, fingers tasting her as they move between warm heat. "Your reputation is in line."
#lannisther#✷⸻ interactions / ❛ lannisther.❜#usft tw#nsft tw#new au dropping for u#girly is getting what she wants
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That trademark confidence some would argue to border on arrogance was poured into the wizard's little demands. I love you rang with the ache of a thousand suns. Scorched kisses and whiskey blues lips. Pleasure and pain.
Ever his choice label of poison.
"Cheeky." A drawl and a rounded smirk. "Ah, ah-" Astarion's palm lifted to a stop, digits folding as he pointed towards the floor. "You will undress me- with your mouth."
All the wizard had to do was to wrap those delicious lips around the waistband of the vampire's comically stitched undergarments - a different pair than the one he wore during their adventure, but with the same brand needlework nonetheless.
Adding to the difficulty of it all, or perhaps to the sadistic bite of humility, he clasped Gale's neck as if collaring him with his hands. Skin bruised whiter under the light, playful pressure applied into his charming display of dominance. In reminder to that cheeky little pup of who was in charge, no doubt.
"Go on, love..." A thumb lifted to smooth over the creases of Gale's lips, wet from either water, saliva or scarlet remnants of healing potion from earlier. "You don't have an eternity, Professor Dekarios."
Words accented by the stretch of seduction and a puff of malice.
Mischief's close companion.
“And I love you,” the wizard's lips curl into a smug smile, brown eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Astarion inches closer to him. A tense game of cat and mouse, each one trying to gain the upper hand in their dangerous dance. Gale basking in the thrill of getting what he wanted though he would quickly and happily surrender this battle for dominance. “You may, yes… how polite of you to ask, my dear.”
He swore he could practically hear the elf rolling his eyes.
With a determined stride, Gale closes the distance between them once more. His hand reaches out and gently cups his husband's face, tugging him into a heated kiss. As lips meet, cold fingers trail down his stomach and come to rest at the waistband of his pants, teasing and tempting further.
And oh, how Gale wants terribly. The passing of many months had only intensified his yearning for the touch of this man he loved so dearly, missing him horribly. Despite the previous danger which led him to Astarion's bed this evening, he could not deny the pleasure and satisfaction Gale currently felt.
A quite satisfactory result, given the circumstances.
Gale's fingers glide from Astarion's pale cheek to the smooth texture of his tunic, tracing the intricate patterns and stitching with a gentle touch. The fabric is soft against his skin, “It seems only fair that if you are trying to undress me, I get to do the same.”
#wizofwaterdeep#|| ❝ there is no exquisite peace without some murder in the proportion ❞ || post act iii (spawn)#tw; usft
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❝ No one else can make me feel this way. ❞ (@lannisther & ned)
They had said it would be a one time thing and yet, he finds himself again in her chambers this time, buried deep inside her as his body pushes her against the mattress, hands by the curve of her hips as he leans down and kiss, bites most likely her shoulder as he gives the first sharp of his hips and thrust all of himself inside her. Ned tries not to groan too much about the sensation, it should've ended that one night, where they sought comfort.
They do not trust one another, and he is certain she does not like him and yet, she had welcomed his kiss and his touch and the way his hand had invited itself between her legs and she begged for more, mixture of tenderness and rough being their way. "━━No one else shares your bed. I know so. It's my job to know."
He whispers in turn, and he cannot help but to jest on the matter as one hand smooths down her hair, nibbling on her ear as he thrust again and finds a rhythm. "I told you to stop me if this were to happen again." But she didn't, her dress slipped so easily and he was enticed by the silk of her skin and the heavy breast and he had tasted every inch of her before he let his cock glide with such ease inside her. "Fuck. You are so wet."
#usft tw#nsft tw#「 ✷ 」 » interactions. / ━━ ˋned starkˎˊ˗#「 ✷ 」 » verse. / ━━ ˋ the hand and the queenˎˊ˗
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@dcviline asked: 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 #12 (aly)
He made a promise to not take her in any regard before the wedding night, despite the impatience and efforts of her and sometimes, his own nature. But there were other things that could be done before a wedding, and to let the lover's touch linger upon each other's skin a little longer before the night takes them. It's only in a few moons time, when the winter finally leaves and the red of the weirwood tree is vibrant again but today he has some type of hunger to see her.
She often wore pants during the war, better suited for battle but it seems that now, a few dresses were making their way into her wardrobe and Winterfell, and so he takes advantage of them, pulling the fabric up and holding it with his hand against her breast, while the other travels down between her small clothes as he kisses the back of her neck, eyes upon the reflection she makes on the mirror before them.
Gods must be good for sending him such a woman, as he let his fingers press against her folds and tease, finding that sweet bud of hers and let his thumb show her pleasure as he watches the way her body responds to her. "ri på hånden min, min farlige skjønnhet." He whispers against her skin as he holds her tighter against his own body, a dragged breath left his lips as her movements press against his hardening member , aching to take her and for more friction.
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𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 #15 (@mysria)
Loneliness is a weapon of double edge sword. She finds herself missing the warmth of another in the days after the war break and Daemon left. It's bittersweet, that he is away and the fight they had been harsh and things spoken had been said in harsh manners but she misses the touch. Mysaria's company had been a welcoming one though she knows eventually, she should send the woman to Harrenhal for she knows how to handle Daemon in his worst moments. But she enjoys these moments, in which she helps her through baths and massages that she dismisses Elinda for the night. "Show me how you take care of him." Rhaenyra asks in the moment as lips find the soft ones of the woman, pleasure taken as she once saw in the pleasure house.
Her robe easily taken away as they lay in bed and she allows herself to be almost powerless in bed. She wears no crown in bed as she invites the other in between her legs and helps disrobe her as well, Lyseni beauty before her, her hands trace the curve of her breast and hips, seeing what Daemon saw, they surely were beautiful together, she thinks as they kiss once again, their chest pressed together and the queen's back welcomes the touch of hands upon her breast, sensitive still from a loss pregnancy.
She watches through lilac eyes with fascination as the woman position one leg between her own and the other on the side, and their heats press together and the other begins to move. "Oh, yes." Her own hands move to the woman's back and rear, digging upon skin as she encourage the other to go harder, faster. "Right there. Just like that. tepagon nyke tolī." The command spoken in her native tongue as she begins to move her own hips at the friction and her breathing becomes ragged in turn with each stroke of their cunts together, her neck open for the taking and when the other kisses her there, one hand moves to grip her hair. "Harder. I can take it."
#「 ✷ 」 » answered asks. / ━━ ˋ the crown fits herˎˊ˗#mysria#「 ✷ 」 » interactions . / ━━ ˋ mysriaˎˊ˗#usft tw
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@wizofwaterdeep || send a 👄 for a 💋 gale resent because 4 was much too prude for this nasty wizard
Astarion tempted kisses with the same audacity he bent fate, and the wizard’s breaths were a lively thing in tow. Generous with how they loosened a string of pleasant sounds after every drag of an inhale, spilling exhales right into the vampire’s mouth the same way his blood would.
Heavy on the tongue. So rich and full of life.
“You-” The pale elf’s words fragmented into a slicing hiss, shaping his mouth around an age-old stanza and the promise of a kiss.
Unspoken.
...of whispered secrets and warmest fire, have given me solace in the hearth of your desire.
Because worshipping Gale through lyrical verses in his own head was the closest to religion Astarion has gotten ever since the gods had forsaken him and all of his deathless worth. An everlasting presence, half-angel half-hell.
And hell was all around him.
“...you look lovely when you’re all drained like that.” Astarion finished instead. His smile liquid malice and wasted on the wizard’s choppy exhales. Gale’s attention was all but in shambles while the air ruptured from his throat with every practised roll of the vampire’s wrist around him. Rustling fabric and slick sounds. Strokes made fluid by clove oil. “So fresh out of breath. So...” Beautiful. And a step closer to his death.
Astarion leaned in to pull at Gale’s lower lip, grazing fangs over flesh with every intent to tear before settling with a kiss.
First for taste, then for pleasure.
After that, it was easy to fall back into old habits. All flavour and sin. Their mouths as one and their tongues entwined- baptised by Gale’s blood and consecrated by his moans.
An unholy array of deadly delights.
#{ i swear the additional poetry was unintentional. i started seeing rhymes everywhere. it's the voices barbara. the voices-- jk jk#also ignore astarion being all ominous and extra about it. gale's just a bit bloodless until their next long rest 🥀 }#|| ❝ bloody ambition ❞ || bloodweave#|| ❝ i see you gale of waterdeep. i see you ❞ || wizofwaterdeep#tw; usft#wizofwaterdeep
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@athasliath asked: ❝ you should be mine. i don’t care what they say , you are mine. ❞
𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖓'𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒, 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊.The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows over their faces, but Robb could see the intensity in Theon's eyes.
Theon's gaze never wavered, burning with a fierce desire that Robb had never seen before, not like this, not directed at him. Standing so close that Robb could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell the familiar scent of leather and salt that clung to him.
Robb’s hand moved almost of its own accord, reaching out to grasp the back of Theon’s neck, pulling him closer until their lips met in a kiss that was both urgent and hesitant, a clash of emotions too powerful to ignore. The world seemed to narrow to this single point, to the taste of Theon on his tongue as he forces the other's mouth open with his own tongue, the night covering, distance away from guards and the tents of the army, the king let himself loose.
Robb pull him even closer, deepening the kiss as if trying to anchor himself in this strange, unexpected desire. He rested his forehead against Theon’s, feeling the rapid beat of Theon’s heart against his own, and instead of letting the emotions of the moment die down, Robb's hand move down to where his legs were pressing the other's apart and hand sneaks inside Theon's pants, feeling him hard and warm against his hand. "if I am yours then you are mine, theon. you had been since you came to me in winterfell." more than blood brothers, more than sword brothers, something more that the darkness unveils as he begins to move his hand against the hardness in his hand, blue gaze settle on Theon's.
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@dcviline asked: 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂 #8 (jace)
It feels almost unholy for him to do this in his home. It is his castle, is it not? His mother rules through it but he is the Prince of Dragonstone and yet, her cheeks are flushed at the way he had confidently travel down her body as he once did before her Gods. It was different now, in the North she felt the freedom and comfort of each other embrace. This castle was full of his relatives and she is trying her best to keep quiet, her laughter that quickly turns into moans to quiet down as she bites on her lip.
"Jace, we shouldn't." But he had already removed her dress and smallclothes and she learned it was hard to deny him when he had an idea in mind. His mouth works on her, the first touch of his lips almost foreign, hands tracing through his hair as her breath caught upon her throat. It feels good, slow and attentive and almost torturous on it's own way. "du erter meg." He surely must be doing it slow to get her to loose herself but she will not be able to look at anyone in the morning. They are supposed to have separate rooms, despite all.
And yet, his name is a plead through her lips. "Yes, that feels good. More, please, Jace." She pleads, trying to keep her eyes on him because the sight is one to behold, her prince between her legs tasting her, the lord kiss upon her.
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Do I look good like this? (@lannisther)
The fabric clung to her curves, whispering against her skin with every breath she took. The light from the hearth flickered, casting shadows that danced across her figure, highlighting the dangerous allure she embodied. Daemon's eyes narrowed as he regarded her, his expression unreadable. He was still reeling from the announcement of his impending marriage to Rhea Royce, a match he had little interest in. But now, here was Cersei, uninvited, her mere presence a declaration of her audacity. The fabric is loose over her shoulders and so translucid he could see the shape of her breast. Daemon's thoughts churned as he took in the sight before him—Cersei's beauty was undeniable, but he knew the power she wielded went far beyond mere appearance.
She had a plan in mind perhaps, for her presence in his chambers so late at night. While fooling around had been done before, she is here with a purpose and Gods, he is thinking of all the things he could do to her in order to force the Old King's hand to make him arry her instead of the Vale bitch. "You would look better without it." And as he leaves his cup on the table, the prince leaves Dark sister on the side, his loose shirt exposing some of his chest as he stands before her, fingers curling around her golden hair and pushing it away from her shoulder as he looms over.
"Take it off. Naughty girl, I bet you didn't even wore smallclothes." A fact he is certain off as he hovers lips over her own. "Weeks you tease me and now you are here. What you planning on, little devil?"
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𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋, 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All sentences have been taken from different media to be compiled into a list. This is not a meme for minors, the content here goes from mild to highly sexual, topics like dominance, submissive, bondage,praise kink and breeding are all present so discretion is key. Change names, pronouns, locations as you see fit.
You are perfect. And now you wear my mark, your ass is mine.
Tie me up, please…
Kiss me hot,heavy,wet & angry with that attitude like you do when your mouth yells it hates me but your tongue screams it can’t wait for me.
Let me undress your body, caress your skin and wetly massage your mind back into making love to me again.
They wanted her. They all loved her. And they wanted to keep her.
A little vanilla never hurt anybody.
If you have any sense you’ll stay away from him.
Touch me, like this, like a good girl.
That’s it, use your tongue.
I'd planned to have you on your bed the first time, but maybe I should take you here, by the mirror, so you can see how splendid we are together.
I’m not going to deny that I want to fuck you. I cannot do anything else, But I will say that I have plans for you if you say yes.
I’ll fuck you so good, for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin, my cock deep in your pussy.
I want a second serving of you. I’m hard just thinking of your perfect breasts and hard nipples.
As much as I appreciate that, right now you’re all I want to eat.
Now will you please sit on my face already?
You are corrupting me, Theo.
But you like being corrupted, don't you, sweet girl?
The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.
If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.
I want to learn from you. Teach me what you know.
Once I make you mine, you will be mine forever. I will call you and you will come, in more ways than one.
What have I taught you? Show me, sweet girl.
Use your thighs, ride like it’s your last day on this earth.
I been aching to be inside you since we met, you devil woman.
Hands braced against the wall, and open your legs.
You tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth.
I need you. Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.
The things I want from you, darlin’, will give you nightmares, ones like you’ve never had before.
If you could read my mind, I’m pretty sure you’d either be traumatized, sexually aroused or both.
The nicer you treat her outside the bedroom, the naughtier it will get inside the bedroom.
Sex is a part of nature. I go along with nature.
That’s it. You can take a lot more, don’t you? Hold on to me.
If you behave, I’ll let your hands go and touch me.
I love your skinny legs, and what's between them.
I don't want words, but inarticulate cries.
All you have to do is beg, and I will give you what you want.
I want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
You make the sweetest little noises. But I need you to be louder, let everyone know.
It's like an itch, isn't it? You can feel it in your throat. You want to scream for me.
Every time you move tomorrow, I want you to be reminded that I've been here. Only me. You are mine.
I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?
And ye whimper under me, and struggle as though you wanted to get away, and I know it's only that you're struggling to come closer, and I'm fighting the same fight.
I can help you with that.
Forgetting him. Moving on. I’m okay with being your rebound. I’ve already said that I want you.
You’ll give yourself to me? Let me take control? Let me send you over the edge of ecstasy time and again until you awaken?
Possess. Have. Hold. Enjoy. Control. Dominate. Pick your verb, Ms. Fairchild. I intend to explore so very many of them.
I feel claimed.
You’re so primed. I can feel that hot little pussy clenching around me every time I move a muscle or say a word.
Yeah, arch your back so I can look at you going nice and tight around my fingers.
Pet, I give you permission to be as vocal as you wish, because I am going to blow your mind in a few minutes and I want to hear how much you enjoy the ride.
If you want me to touch you, all you have to do is ask. It would be my pleasure - and yours.
Watch me make love to you.
I'd like to bite that lip.
I want you sore, baby.
I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you.
There is no room in my body for anything but you.
Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, just take me as I am.
I live for sex. I celebrate it, and relish the electricity of it, with every fibre of my being.
I’m not wearing anything underneath. Want to see?
You will be staying here until I’ve deemed it safe for you to go back to your life. Do you understand me?
Dominate you? Yes. Master you? yes. Make you yield to what you want, make you surrender to who you truly are? Yes.
Why don’t you scream my name? Let every other man and woman who you belong to.
I don’t want to think, I just want to feel.
I taught you everything you know. Every man after me is just a shadow of what I did to you.
I knew you could be a good girl.
You were fucking made for me.
God is not gonna save you from me, baby.
My mouth wants you, I want to feel you in my mouth, way down in my mouth.
I am moist between the legs.
I came three times. During sex.
Do you know all the ways a Lady can be seduced? The things I could teach you?
You stay right where daddy puts you, baby girl.
Wait until you taste her. She is fucking delicious.
Lick my fingers and feel how wet you are.
Are there big, bad monsters in the woods who want to eat me up?
Right there, don’t stop. I can feel it.
Please come in me, I don’t care, I want to feel you.
Where do you want it, baby girl? Your cunt, your mouth or your neck?
Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.
Seriously? In the morning, again?
You said to rest but I can feel you hard against my back.
You can do all the rest sweet, let me take care of you.
I want you to fuck me, Chris.
A little playful banter never hurt — or did it?
One should always explore something, before one goes in deeper.
Come here and undress me.
How am I supposed to do my job when all I can think about is getting back to you?
Someone could walk in on us.
Better be good and come fast, then. Or everyone will see you begging for more.
I can imagine my hands getting your fucking clothes off right now.
Do not shy away from the sensations I create, Cherry Blossom. Take pride in them, as I do.
Am I doing it good, baby? Just like you taught me?
Tell me I’m a good girl. Your only girl.
When I come, I come for you. Because of you and your mouth, hands, and insatiable little cunt.
My tongue, my fingers, my cum inside you. Just you and me, Eva. Intimate and raw.
How many have been with you ever since? Or no one compared? Tell me.
Show me then. I demand that you show me. That’s an order.
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❝ Good girl, take it all. ❞ (@aeg3n)
—Even with the months and the times he had take her, it always overwhelms her, that feeling of being full and warm as her body arches to his whim and takes him in full, feeling the way his body follows hers and how deep he is inside. Her hands come to his face to craddle into soft hands. He is always teaching her a new thing, is he not? Laying side by side, she was not sure it was possible to reach this deep but there they are, her leg lifted against his hipbone and one of his legs almost pinning her down to the bed.
And with the first thrust, the sound of the bed moving with them catches her attention as much as a moan escapes her throat. "Is this how you wake your wife?" Sweet touches, lazy hands turned heated and warm until she was facing him and feeling how he first used his fingers to open her and coax her wet and ready, as her hand touched his hardened cock and now, here they lay. He keeps moving and her nails dig into his shoulders now, the press of her leg around him hardening to not let him stop.
"Gods, you feel so deep. Fuck, I won't leave this bed today." It feels so deep, her thighs will ache with the memory of him. Aegon manages the impossible, making the princess to swear and whine and feel all too wanton as her hips want to move against him, only a gentle move as he is taking it all. "Harder, babe. Aren't I your good girl? Who can take it all?" She can take it all, feel it all and endure when that dragon inside him demands more of her.
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@dcviline asked: ❝ I want to spend every night buried inside of you, pleasing you, fucking you. ❞ (daario)
𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖙 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖉. 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒, his body presses above hers and she feels it all, gentle at first, the way he grinds against her, she feels the slide of his cock on her skin, over her rear and her slit, how his hands angle her hips in the way he desires and the sheets end up on the ground, forgotten once more. He speaks as he enters her, still stimulated and wet from their previous round and Doreah moans in a gentle whine, muffle sound by the sheet as she stirs back to their little world.
"Gods, you torture me so. How delicious that would be." How incredible it would be, to have him every day and night like this and every other position that exist, to have her body quiver with desire and no other thoughts to invade her mind. She brings a hand behind herself to the crook of his neck and let her head lean in, brushing lips against lips. "Nothing is stopping you. And I won't. I had denied every man, every woman and stranger's touch since I had you that first night." Where they both had fun but surely thought of someone else, and now, they cannot be without the other for long. S
he brings her free hand between her legs, the thrust of his legs helping her grind her fingers over her clit, causing her to moan further, hair sticking to her back. "Yes, yes. I want you inside me all the time. I want to feel myself dripping with your seed and when you are gone, I can use fingers to pretend it's you again." But it's never the same. Toys help and do wonders but gods, she desires him and it's only his body, his touch she desires. "Fuck me harder, baby. I been a good girl, haven't I? I can take it." She begs instead, aggainst his earlobe as she nibbles upon him.
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❝ Let me ride those pretty fingers for you. ❞ ( @lannisther & ellaria )
She had been removing her rings from her hands as she sat quietly by the bed. They had all agreed to take things slow when it came to exploration. They haven't been in bed all three together yet but Oberyn had watched the beginning of some of it before leaving, it was the lioness roar they want to hear, and let them know she is letting go of her ways. So all nights she spends with Oberyn and in the odd ones where he has to be elsewhere, Ellaria takes his place and further on the education of the woman, who grows bolder with each passing day.
"They feel a little colder too. Perhaps you can warm them up as well." Ellaria speaks in turn, sitting on the bed and beckoning Cersei with the other hand. "I did notice you failed to put on smallclothes today. Will I find something of Oberyn inside you today?" Ellaria jest as her hands adjust Cersei on her lap before her fingers move between their legs, placing them over the heat she feels. It's only then she starts to tease, moving and massaging, watching Cersei with intensity.
"Go on then, ride. If I find something of his, I'll make sure to clean it up for you." The bastard speaks in turn, holding with her free hand one of Cersei's breast, an area she learned she enjoyed to be touched greatly and she put her mouth there, to tease her nipple with her tongue, swirling tongue as she travels to her pulse.
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