#tw; usft

[bakrahispul]

To find a lover so swift with the tongue and swifter with his guile was an uncommon presence in these woods. The peaceful nature and serenity among peers can leave lacking in room for taste. It was not that any other partner was boring to Halsin - but that something new and exciting delved through the monotony like the very dagger sheathed on Astarion's hip. Love and lust can dance freely as the wind blows, but there will always be an individual to curve their motions around them at any moment.

Now seated upon that lustful throne, Astarion had a full view of his meal. Unraveling and exposing their bodies to the cozy mountain air was not a problem when the vampire had his own personal heater right below him. Pale, supple skin met strong, taught flesh. Smooth, effortless surfaces set upon wiry, cushioned hair. The druid's body was the very antithesis of the high elf's peak beauty.

"The scene replays amidst my dreams. It's a comfortable aide for my slumber. Though, I'll have a new memory to reflect upon if that rear will let me." Halsin teased, his charm staying ever-ready to strike.

The brief flash of cold that made contact with him was still a surprise. Thoughts wandered to a corpse and their lifeless, cold frames - yet right before him was a sassy, devious creature whose idea of fun involved a bit of pleasure through carnage. Yet again he had to allay his fears: Astarion is alive as he could ever be, and that was what mattered. Delusion suited Halsin's thoughts more. Undead could not be this attractive, right?

Right on cue, his heated prick stood to attention. Riding up against those elven buns, the girth seemed to fit perfectly in that crevasse, 'hotdogging' it if one would until the casual bucks of the druid ran tension and heat across every inch of Astarion's rear. Reckless, that spattering of pre served to line and lubricate, though it would not do good for actual penetration. It still didn't stop Halsin from lining his manhood in a prime, glistening coat.

With his left arm reaching out, a fickle green glow entwined upon Halsin's bicep. The shuffling of leaves revealed the vines retrieving a speck of nature's flora: Canola. Balled into his palms, Halsin blew gently upon the crushed crop, sizzling it with mild, magical heat.

Astarion's sights were rewarded with a drizzle of golden fluid cascading down the druid's arm. Deep and coloured like the leaf of a sunflower, the ambrosial fluid was put to use as he watched Halsin's hands reach behind him, stroking softly before the wet plap of his sex struck that perky rear.

"I was going to go as dry as a desert, but then I realized that pleasure should overcome pain first." Halsin chuckled, priming his entry.

The poor man could not be any more wrong, but he had yet to learn soon enough.

The excess was left for Astarion's shaft, encompassing his member in those powerful palms like it was its very own orifice. fingers lined themselves up to the ridge, while the thumb coiled right at the base before the sensual shift stimulated the flesh, stroking...stroking.

"Claim your throne, now. I want to see how much it can take."

With a piercing gaze, the druid kept his unbridled hunger in check: ever the gentleman, he gave Astarion the first motion before he let himself loose.

“I’m surprised you claimed to love me so swiftly.” Astarion’s smile was all bite and seduction– charming, boyish, and as roguish as a dagger sunk between ribs.

In life, a shift like this, Halsin upending the ground beneath him, pulling Astarion on top, the firm wheel of strength giving way to surrender, would have stolen the breath clean out of his lungs, left him gasping. In death, he only mimicked it, gave himself to the moment, the slow burn of a stare that ate away at him like the flame did to a scented candle. Halsin’s eyes, all heat and intent, were a marauder’s gaze. Somewhere beneath the surface, instinct bared its teeth— Astarion wanted to drink him down, to soak himself in blood and flesh and something far more ruinous, ten times more maddening than mere lust. But that other part, the sentimental one, wanted only to choke on this particular brand of poison. Addiction, sentiment, whatever you’d like to call it. A tether that pulled them together, ball and chain, man and beast.

The opposites of a magnet snapping into contact.

“Inside me?” He laughed, low and rich, tongue sweeping the seam of Halsin’s lips, as if toying with the very shape of the elf’s restraint, pulling it by the strings a little and watching it snap. “It’s not like how you’d imagine, you know? Mortals… so soft, so predictable. Doing it to a vampire though?” A drawl, a slurred hum, fingers combing through Halsin’s hair, pale and spider-like until they curled into a cruel tug, strong enough to tilt the elf's chin, force his face up. “It’s colder inside,” Astarion’s confession twisted into provocation. “But you can keep it warm if you thrust long and hard… Do you still remember what it was like? That night. When I was inside you…” Nearing his mouth to Halsin’s jaw cut off speech in favour of a kiss that dragged itself from that very tender spot to the supple skin of the druid’s exposed neck.

There were not many men like Halsin in the world, steady, firm, resolute, and fewer still who even dreamed of submitting.

But when he did, Astarion made an addict of him. And oh, how he loved that high.

[calisources]

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.

[fvngus]

Thank you, @soundlessroom , for the tag ♥

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[rh3egar]

❝ 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."

[isefyres]

❝ 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."

[wolfofswinter]

@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.

[zobriesdaria]

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."

[rubistella]

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.”

[kronulv]

@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.

[northsborn]

@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.

[zobriezalarys]

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?"

[calisources]

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.

[myrc3lla]

❝ 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.

[bakrahispul]

The ministrations, while hasty and mingled with frustration, showed utter devotion towards Halsin's body. The grip upon his manhood felt no hesitation, and the gentle response towards the sensational pleasure that jolted through his loins fed the casual, lustful addiction that he sated through this little vampire.

"Ever eager to tarnish your beautiful skin, I see." Halsin chuckled. Creeping slowly, the warmth of his forehead did well to temper against the cold - not that Astarion's body ever needed to regulate any sort of temperature of course. Soft jitters and unruly movements were corralled as Halsin cupped this vampiric lover's left cheek, snaking his visage down towards his supple, defined jugular.

Thumping ever faster, through excitement and palpable fear that druidic vein looked utterly divine under the moonlight, twitching ever so slightly with movements that could only excite a predator of the night.

Halsin guided Astarion with one hand and steered his impending release with the other.

Below, where the waters met that heaving virile beast. Pulsing against the motions made for an uncomfortable experience. Astarion's hurried jerks were done with well intent, though there was much to be desired. 'Twas only when the guiding, all-encompassing palm of Halsin's that some semblance of order could be felt.

"Drink while I tarnish thee." Came an order. Halsin permitted him to feed.

A hand upon another. A splash of water. The melding of sweet sensual, sticky noises weaved through the heated breathing. Pumping and pumping, Halsin aided Astarion in the strokes upon that hungry prick. Working with the errant twitch made for a comfortable experience, all while the drizzle of translucent pre surreptitiously lined the vampire's navel like it was a sign of what's to come.

Halsin waited for that tense, piercing sensation. He could never get over it, but that was what made him feel alive. Whether Astarion did it now or later didn't affect his climax, for the masterful motions ensured its swift delivery:

With he increase in strength with his ministrations, pressure built as Halsin's hand gripped Astarion's cheek just a little too tight. His chest rose high and exhaled low. Deep, shallow breaths escaped those delectable lips while the tone seemed to get just a little deeper as though an unmasking of this druid's deepest desires was the cause...

One rope. Two. Three. Stringy, viscous shots heating the elf's skin was a meager attempt at painting the pale complexion to an even paler shade. The lingering floral, dainty scent clashed against that heated, sexual musk, all while the runoff clouded the waters.

In retrospect, maybe doing it in a filled tub was not the cleanest idea, but at least it was exciting beyond the mundane.

Those fingers… Gods, the way they traced over his scars, how they seemed to know every seam where flesh and memory met in a blend of ecstasy and agony. It was so good that might as well have been criminal... sinful even. Every way capital in the crushing appeal of its deadly delight.

Astarion’s lips parted, giving in to sweet, breathy sounds, notes falling into dwindling ohs and a staccato of breaths tumbling out between them. Had it not been for the lingering ache from their tryst earlier, he would have taken Halsin again— every inch that hunk of an elf had to offer. Because there was little else Astarion wanted more than to feel the druid whole all over again, to watch his puckered hole swallow that massive cock like he'd been starved, and make a show of it for the woodland elf to witness. But energy, what wretched thing, slipped thin. And he’d only snacked on his lover’s warmth so far, nothing else.

It was one thing to flirt with pain; testing the limits of his hunger was another beast entirely. Even Halsin, with all his strength, couldn’t have hoped to bring him back from the brink should starvation twist Astarion's instincts into feral need. It was unusual to say the least, being pushed over those limits— where lust bled into savage need. Cazador had seen to that, feeding him on weak rat blood, enough to keep the spawn functional through hours of obedience without breaking. A system of control that left him so weak Astarion would have passed out before hunger could ruin the night. But that was then, and this… this was now, and he’d tasted something better, richer, a vintage to render him an addict. His favourite kind of poison.

Now, the pale elf’s fangs ached for another draught of it.

“How do you do this…?” Astarion breathed a pained, yet blissful sigh, pressing forehead to Halsin’s, tangling their strays into love knots and letting the druid’s breath slide into his mouth like kindled flames.

Breathing in sync with a vampire hit different; each inhale drew the same air flowing out that had come in, chilled, refreshing— oxygen that Astarion’s body didn’t process simply rushed right back out. “Gods, just… get off to it already, or you might as well find yourself hilt-deep inside me again.” The pale elf’s impatience slid into a kiss, teeth clashing in a heated mess of yearning. One hand wrapped around Halsin’s cock, thumb rolling over the tip to run down its crown, rimming the spot just below his pulsing ridge while the water washed away all traces of pre just as it beaded from those tender glans.

“Come for me, my love…” Astarion whispered, a coaxing spell as his other hand latched onto Halsin’s nape, locking him in place, hazel eyes held captive in his own endless, crimson hunger. “I want to feel those shivers raking through your perfect body when you do it…”

[d0reah]

@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.   

[isefyres]

❝ 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.