#tw; usft

[rubistella]

@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.

[rubistella]

Connor was a strange creature. One moment he was all bone and shadow, looming like some revenant dredged up from a forgotten land. The next—a set of eyes, so perfectly blue they were reminiscent of the skies, caught on Astarion like the vampire was some divine revelation.

It was worship, almost.

And Astarion, the tragic fool that he was, let himself be adored. Let himself live in the moment, a victim of this disguise… of this creature’s charisma and overbearing affections. Martyrdom, darling, but make it desirable. Astarion longed for Connor, this version of him, as if the sky was bound to swallow the sun and tomorrow might not come. Because maybe, it wouldn’t. Maybe this was the only time he’d see the man, the perfect cut of his cheekbones, the soft weight of his lips. Tomorrow, Astarion would wake to the monster… To the husk of what had once inhabited this body.

So now, now, he planned on making the most of it.

Connor’s hands ghosted over his skin—charting paths known to many, committing him to memory, or maybe just learning about his undead body, studying it… And Astarion let himself be explored, tightening his fingers around the creature’s cock, stroking until the first slip of precum beaded at the tip. Then he shifted, guiding Connor’s length between the cleft of his ass, pressing him closer, aligning.

“Do you feel different too? When you’re like this…” No matter how he tried to mask it, drape a few thick layers of curiosity over the accusation, there was still a bit of a sting there. Could Connor feel pleasure at all like this? Pain? Why strip himself of sensation just to chase a phantom sentiment at best in his other form? Why live as a monster when he could simply be this?

Astarion couldn’t make sense of it.

He didn’t have to.

What mattered was now—the tight, difficult stretch of his asshole to accommodate Connor’s girth and the pocket of air stuck in his throat as his form danced to the tempo, to the life and song of his lover's borrowed body pretending to be alive.

This was a fantasy at best, but if Astarion had to choose between a harrowing reality and a pretty lie, he might have chosen the lie.

"No, no eggs." He laughs, exhaling a little as if on instinct now as excitement runs through his artificial veins. Astarion was unwrapping him like he was a present, meant to be freed from the clothes that confined him. And the skin when exposed was every bit of real, right down to the faint presence of chest hair that was thin. His exposed chest revealed that, as well as the practiced rising and falling of his chest that functioned like there were an actual pair of lungs and heart nestled within it.

Connor's blue eyes lock onto Astarion's red ones, watching the way that he palms the aberration's own cock, giving a few gentle strokes. It functions just like the real thing, right down to the foreskin that slides up and down with each pump.

A tender and thoughtful hand reaches out for the vampire's chest, traveling along the outward protrusion of his collarbone, then down his shoulder, to bicep, then forearm, and finally at the lone hand not stimulating him. Fingers intertwine briefly, and Connor brings Astarion's hands to his lips, where he kisses the elf's knuckles.

"However, if you want them, I can give them. Or just a tentacle. All you need to do is say something."

He daydreams briefly of the image of Astarion holding onto him, riding him as his true self--skeletal and a manifestation of death itself, with the vampire riding a tendril landed right at groin. It'd be a bit of work to maintain, but... It could be done. Perhaps.

He flutters those pretty lashes of his biting his bottom lip in delight as he lay there, innocently observing him, and how with effort, slowly but surely his cock begins to harden.

"You'll be able to have me any way you want after this. Fair's fair. You indulge me, I indulge you."

[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.

[calisverse]

𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍

Don't Worry Darling.

[rubistella]

Astarion’s body was a work of art, sliced with muscle, every line sculpted as if designed by the gods to tempt. But now, it burned. Clothes clung to him like a punishment, the press of fabric a burden against the rising heat beneath his skin. Raphael’s infernal warmth seeped into him, spreading like wildfire, and his own body responded in kind.

Again, he fought against those fetters, this time with enough savage intent to nigh break free. Muscles wound, pupils shrunk into narrow slits, and blood boiled— not his own so much as the blood he’d taken, now mingling in the body of a vampire. Astarion was a hungry thing, an engine of desire, his every cell built to consume, to drink, to tear apart, ruin and rebuild.

Let me fucking have you.

“Please.” Astarion's voice wasn't his own anymore as it rasped, all artifice stripped away. Every inhibition, every ounce of control, gone— burned to cinders in the inferno of his cravings. In Raphael’s grip, that slender body squirmed, the live wire of his nerve-endings ignited by hunger, pure and starved. And the way he whined, how he begged... oh so delightful to hear. “Please, master... I’ve never wanted someone this badly my whole life, and that's saying something.”

For once, there were no games, no coy flirtation or theatrical impulse. There was nothing emotional behind it either— not yet. Maybe not ever. But his body, oh how it sang for the release only Raphael could give him, the kind of yearning to obliterate rhyme, reason, and all else.

Raphael's grip was iron, unforgiving, but Astarion didn’t wait for permission to claim what he wanted. Using how secure that hold was to his advantage, Astarion twisted his lithe body with practiced grace, propelling himself in such way to wrap his legs around cambion’s midriff, thighs anchoring him in place as they dug into his sides. The friction, the grind of his erection straining painfully against the tight fabric of his trousers, against Raphael’s abdomen sent a thundering thrill through him. Hips quickly set into a slow, greedy tempo, winding into a sensuous dance, each dry hump a deeper plea, a demand without words in their visceral need to possess… to consume.

Astarion was going to carve out satisfaction from the devil’s flesh if that was what it took.

Raphael's laughter rumbled through his chest, low and indulgent, as the spit trailed down his cheek. He wiped it away slowly, as if savoring it, his gaze narrowing, predatory amusement lurking beneath the fiery glow.

His grip tightened on Astarion's wrist, the devil's strength unyielding as he forced the vampire's head further into his skin, urging him to take more. The heat of his blood mingled with Astarion's sharp bite, creating a painful pleasure that Raphael savoured. A teasing moan escaped his lips "Is that all, my pet?" he purred, each word dripping with condescending sweetness. "You bare your teeth, yet it feels so… half-hearted." He chuckled.

Raphael's free hand trailed down Astarion's chest, the movement torturously slow, fingertips lingering over every muscle curve and ridge of bone. His touch was as precise as sensual, a master at playing with the boundaries of desire. When his hand finally reached the front of Astarion's trousers, Raphael's grip tightened around the vampire's crotch with deliberate pressure, his lips brushing against his ear. "Now," he whispered, his breath a molten caress, "let's see how strong your resistance is when your body begs for release, hmm? My little beast."

[whampow]

🎃 spicy Zelda hc’s bc it’s that day™️

A bit of a masochist I cannot lie… I cannot explain to u how much this freak loves her partner pulling her hair and biting her and scratching down her back oh my god honestly she probably could cum from it if really riled up.

If strapping someone down, oh she’s moaning like she can actually feel it. Loves the sight of someone slobbering all over it too, teehee! Very vocal, as you can tell. Delivers praise but also loves receiving it 🤭

Has a scent kink, loves the smell of his partner’s perfumes, oh my god it drives him absolutely fucking wild. Buries face in their neck and everything.

Is very much a switch and it is scary how wildly different he can be per partner. As dom/top, he can be possessive and would probably enjoy stuff like his partner being on his lap, his partner wearing lingerie, and mirror sex. Wouldn’t mind partially clothed sex / quickies, either. 😈 Would enjoy being physically like… on top of or like super super close to his partner. Also: Size kink, size kink, size kink. Would… probably kiss and lick tears away.

But on the opposite end, oh my god is she such a pathetic sub/bottom. She knows how to beg and absolutely adores being talked dirty to and is an utter freak about spit oh my god. In her mouth, sloppy kisses, whatever. Enjoys pet names a lot. An absolute slut for overstimulation and forced orgasm. Probably wouldn’t mind a bit of choking or fingers in her mouth haha… oopsies who said that…

Would absolutely lick off her fingers after fingering her partner, bye. Makes a real show of it, too.

[wid0wd-archived]

anyway, in other news ... i love her

[piinkviscera]

cont. from here with @linewrk

What are we doing?

It's a valid question, considering this is the first instance that Alya has pursued any of the wild fantasies running rampant through her head. Andrew is one of those guys that are just...So easy to befriend. Great personality, boyish grin, fun and easy going -- unless work interrupts.

And for someone like Andrew? Work always finds a way to interrupt. Alya often wonders if he does it subconsciously. Maybe he wants to keep her at arm's length. Maybe he wants to push her out of his life entirely, but he just can't bring himself to say it. It's in those quiet comments he makes whenever Alya mentions his love life -- offhand and playful enough that they can laugh it off.

He doesn't think he's enough.

She thinks she's too much.

What a fucking pair they make, huh?

Manicured fingers have splayed across his chest -- both hands resting on his pecs innocently enough (for now). Alya dips her head, lips brushing his to give him another taste of what little traces of gloss remain on her mouth -- because oh yeah, she'd picked up on that lick earlier. Hungry much, Andrew?

She laughs softly as one hand glides up the center of his chest toward his throat. "What do you mean, 'what are we doing?' I wear skirts for a multitude of reasons, Andy; and it's not just because they make my legs look to die for." Slender fingers seize hold of his chin, holding his head in place as she grinds against the thick outline of his still clothed cock.

[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.”

[rubistella]

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

@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.

[fvngus]

Thank you, @soundlessroom , for the tag ♥

Feel free to steal the template under the cut :)

[d0reah]

@dcviline asked: ❛ touch yourself for me . ❜ (@lannisther)

   Doreah's   heart   raced   as   she   awaited   her   mistress's   command.   She   brace   herself   by   the   opposite   side   of   the   room.   As   the   commanding   voice   gives   her   leave   to   begging   to   touch   herself   and   Doreah's   lip   bite   itself   as   she   begins   to   curl   her   dress   upward,   legs   opening   wide,   to   let   the   other   see   her.   She   reached   between   her   own   legs,   feeling   the   cool   air   brush   against   her   moist   folds   as   she   parted   them   slightly.

She   gripped   the   shaft   of   the   false   cock   she   had   brought   to   show   the   queen,   a   promise   that   touched   the   dark   desires   of   the   queen,   running   her   fingers   up   and   down   its   length,   mimicking   the   sensation   of   intercourse.   Her   breath   hitched   as   she   felt   herself   growing   wetter   with   anticipation.

Doreah   hesitated   for   a   moment   before   positioning   the   false   cock   at   her   entrance,   mimicking   the   thrusting   motion.   She   closed   her   eyes   and   let   out   a   soft   moan,   feeling   the   fake   cock   push   against   her   opening.   She   moved   faster,   her   hips   rotating   in   a   circular   motion,   grinding   against   the   air   as   if   it   were   her   lover's   hard   shaft.

As   Doreah's   movements   became   more   frantic,   her   legs   parted   further,   offering   Cersei   a   view   of   her   most   intimate   parts.   The   sweet   scent   of   desire   filled   the   air   as   Doreah's   hips   bucked   wildly,   her   body   arching   forward   in   pleasure.   "Do   you   like   what   you   see?"

[loomenary]

@nightingeal asked; [ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 ] : sender plants kisses on undressed receiver's scar/s. – for obi!

it  was  beautiful,  what  she  was  doing  to  him.  he  could  tell  you  how  he  got  every  single  one  of  the  scars  she  was  kissing,  but  now,  the  memory  of  her  lips  pressed  against  them  would  be  all  that  would  surface  if  anyone  ever  asked.  a  blush  creeps  up  his  face  at  the  thought.  her  lips  mouth  at  each  scar  —  obi-wan  had  one  on  his  abdomen,  and  she  was  getting  dangerously  close  to  other  areas.

he's  undressing  slowly,  eyes  closed  as  he  feels  her,  not  because  he  is  shy,  but  because  he  is  enjoying  every  second  with  him,  with  his  sweet  ellie.  he  reached  for  her  hair,  running  his  fingers  through  it.  obi-wan  tilts  his  head  back  and  lets  out  a  little  sigh,  never  being  more  content  than  to  just  be  where  he  is  than  in  this  moment.

❝elinor,❞  he  says  quietly,  using  her  full  name  just  because  he  can.  ❝you're  so  beautiful.❞  falls  from  his  lips,  hands  still  in  her  hair.  he  has  to  tell  her,  has  to  get  it  off  his  chest  —  the  thought  he  thinks  every  time  he  looks  at  him.  ❝do  you  know  that?  has  anyone  ever  told  you  that?❞  he's  babbling  now,  but  it  occurs  to  him  that  maybe  she  hasn't  heard  that  from  anyone.  they  are  jedi  after  all  —  they  aren't  supposed  to  hear,  or  accept,  certain  things  about  themselves.  but  he  has  to  make  sure  ellie  knows  this  fact  as  well  as  he  does.

[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.

[calisverse]

𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐎'𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 as 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 as 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

The Spanish Princess. Season 2, Episode 1.

[piinkviscera]

What is one sexual fantasy your Muse has that has yet to be properly fulfilled?

NSFW Headcanons | Accepting

What is one sexual fantasy your Muse has that has yet to be properly fulfilled?

Are you offering, Clint?

A coordinated scene, agreed upon at an earlier date -- and Alya isn't given warning before it happens. For as much as she enjoys being independent and in control, she has fantasized about being 'abducted' and used for someone else's pleasure. Bonus points if there's elements of sensory deprivation!

Naturally there would be a safe word in place, in case it became too much for either of the involved parties!