#usfw-ish

[spinxeret]

+ @tellemidied asked: ♏ Peter

+ " Seeing something you LIKE, tiger ? " Was there EVER going to be a moment where she DIDN'T feel like the most beautiful person on the face of the planet when he looked at her ? Even as FRESH out of the shower and trying to get DRESSED for a quick run to the OFFICE as she was ? It was already HAPPENING ; that rush of her heart , a smile perfectly in PLACE on her lips , that teasing WAGGLE of her brow . All of them a part of that WATSON charm that she knew had left a LASTING EFFECT on the man in front of her . " You keep LOOKING like that, and I'm going to be LATE for work . "

[bewitchingbaker]

Ever experience crying during sex?

"Like good sex tears," Chris asks as he straightens his glasses. "Or like something emotional popped into their head?"

Two rather specific instances. Specific but common nonetheless. Some people were pronged to tears during sex for varying reasons and Chris's partners were no exception. As shy as Chris could be, he's had his fair share of sex. Some with humans and non human.

"My first partner shed a few tears once we finished," he blushes. "I think it was a mix of we hadn't done it in a while due to our life schedules getting busy and I um..."

His face grows red.

"Finished inside of her after giving some really good dick. Or as she puts it '10/10 would bang again' dick."

A bashful chuckle.

"I might have shed a few tears once when I was with Acacia," Chris shrugs. "We 'talked' a little after my no good horrible I hope he's down bad ex cheated on me. Me and Acacia did the do like twice but the third time she called me alot of sweet names and praised me but I was still feeling shitty about being cheated on and my family...not caring?"

He sighs.

"I don't know...I kind of didn't like myself and hearing those compliments I guess got to me. But she was cool about it. We ended up just cuddling for the rest of the night."

[survivingpierce]

“ Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again. ” [ could have been from damon, but it's actually from elijah ]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. || @dcmoniism || accepting

            katherine was incredibly worked up which was no surprise because the past minutes had been already intense. elijah was a passionate man, something one might not assume because he's always so posh and proper. nonetheless, she was only in her underwear & pressed against the wall by now while enjoying his doings on her neck that elected a soft moan coming from her lips. well, at least until he withdrew and demanded a confirmation.

            her eyebrows knotted together in confusion because she already was too lightheaded to think properly. "you want me to beg?" a thought that displeased her because she didn't want to beg to get into his pants. she's also not yet on the edge enough to swear that this is what she wants more than anything. "elijah…" she sounded reproachful and a slight pout was visible on her red lips. would he really leave her hanging like that?

            "i want this right now, otherwise, i wouldn't have allowed it come this far…" she tilted her head, brown eyes mustering him attentively "but if you want me to beg, you need to work harder."

[paramounticebound]

|| @learnedlucidity​ || cont. 

Ah, if wolves could smile.

He's heard Fi utter his name more than once, though most often in any other scenario. This time it's seeped in desire, meeting his ears after he's just entered the room, causing him to pause in his step. Hardly does it take an enhanced assortment of senses to note her state, the flush of her skin glowing even in the dim lighting. If wolves can smile...

--They can, and they do, in the form of Khan Noonien Singh. It's in his voice, the low rumble as he addresses her, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her with a look that is nothing short of hungry. An upturn at the corner of his lips does little to hide his interest.

    "Tell me about your dream."

[mythvoiced]

@astremourante | sits on Doe's lap. Just because she can.

---

He can't always pretend he's got something to do. Truth is, Doe does a lot more... talking than he does doing. His specialities lie in showing up to places and putting on the most suitable mask, the one personality, presentation that will get him the info he needs and the attention he must take advantage of.

He's an actor, he sells his body short of having anyone touch him for money, he plays nice or he plays coy, he's whoever you need him to be, so long as you let him wind down after into a spiral of self-destruction.

But beyond that?

He doesn't like to manage or keep files, doesn't trust electronics, doesn't trust paper.

He's impatient, he gets something done the moment it comes up and if he has to wait it out, he'll do something else in the meantime. Or someone else is made to wait in his stead.

He'd rather do nothing than have to do nothing because there's nothing he can do.

It would simply be mighty convenient to look busy, though, under such circumstances.

He could say he's tense from the moment she steps close enough for him to start worrying, but he'd only be partaking into a habit he already spends too much time enforcing in himself: he'd be lying. To the world, to himself.

He doesn't know when the shift happened, if he was dying in a ditch of his mind and found this hidden in a corner, an unlikely turn of event that is better to let slide than acknowledge the thorns in his side, but he doesn't tense.

She loosens something in him.

Unpredictable and ferocious, not his height if he gauges her heels, but twice as strong as him, if not much more. She's the lazy cat slinking in and out of his office, she's the banshee indicating his doom with every smile and gesture he spends one too many seconds thinking about, she's the siren who'll drag him to the bottom of the sea and the vampire who'll feel the void within her with his blood.

It's comforting, to be near a kind of death who seems to have found some sort of enjoyment in keeping him alive - it's all off, the dynamic, it's all off, control, where's the control -

So he loosens.

He lifts his gaze from his phone and he lowers his hand. He lifts an unimpressed eyebrow, as though he isn't looking forward to see what she does next.

He only actually tenses up when she sits down.

The steel-firmness shoots into his muscles as if actually part of his blood, causing his hands to falter and his fingers to twitch. He sees the way his forearms lurch forward for half their length, as if knee-jerking into getting her off or knee-jerking into keeping her there and he feels how his lungs turn to stone at an attempt to not breathe her in.

He has to breathe though.

She's awfully close. It's not just her weight on him - which he can't think about it, not that sentence, not that way, not like that, not, don't - but also her warmth spreading through his clothes, into his neck, pressing against his nape where her arm is thrown around it.

She's soft and firm at once, probably a combination of human nature and a woman who's done some sort of training to be capable of doing what she does - don't think about it, don't think about it, don't.

Exhaling means having to inhale again.

Inhaling means breathing her in.

His eyes, staring ahead, finally rip their gaze from nothingness and slam it into her features. And he exhales.

His shoulders try to follow the motion, to slump as his torso relaxes but he doesn't trust himself to press his palm against her back - she probably doesn't need his help to remain still and balanced - and he doesn't trust himself to drop his other hand on her thighs.

A flicker of his gaze suggests he did think about it.

Then he inhales.

He exhales through the nose this time, his chest flattens and he tries to keep the shudder to a minimum.

This is precisely what he feared would happen the day she got too close.

This is decidedly... too close.

He tries to make it sound like a sigh next, and runs the hand not hovering behind her back over his face. The last time his heart beat like this, he was... probably dying.

"What are you doing?"

And it lacks the fire, venom he's begun swallowing when around her, none of the thorns he regurgitates out of the poisoned bushes in his chest. His eyes match the idea behind the tone of his voice, the tilt, the why must you do this to me?

The plea.

[watsonjackpot]

💌 //he's a hoe. asdfjgf

Send ‘💌’ for a sext from my muse.

+ [ Text: Luc ]: Wanna play a game? [ Text: Luc ]: Guess what color my panties are. [ Text: Luc ]: Guess right and you get to see them. ;)

@devilfced

[rxvenhairedprincesss]

❛  i wanna do bad things to you.  ❜ Reg

SMUT  PROMPTS || @inkedmuses

Another long night at the speak easy, another few shots too many. And Reggie and Veronica were stumbling back to her room in the Pembroke. Giggling softly as they kissed, trying to open doors while tipsy. It was a mess, they were a mess, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She honestly loved nights with Reggie like this, where they could just be together without restrictions. It was nice.

She didn't want to break their kiss, but she was trying to work her way out of her shirt and had to so she could pull it over her head. Tossing it off to the side as she pulled him back into her for another deep kiss. Stumbling backwards into her bedroom. Tugging at his shirt to pull it off him, giggling softly. "Oh yeah? you do?" she asked before she pushed him down onto the bed and crawled on top of Reggie so she was straddling either side of his waist. "You going to tell me about it..or show me?"

[criminalcve]

“I want you on top of me.” for skipper and tae 🤭

He can't remember the last time he was anywhere close to being the one on top. Not that he didn't want to, he was just simply never allowed. Too many people took and took and took, so he doesn't want to seem overeager at the thought when Tae asks. Climbs into Tae's lap, pulls into a bruising kiss, clumsy hands already pulling at fabric to be rid of pesky things in the way. " Tell me please, if I do something you don't like. I want to make you feel so good like you do with me. "

[everseens]

ellie had strategically made sure not to clean up to much, maybe it was something wonbin would notice-- her willingness to quickly switch back into work mode, all with the riskiness of not cleaning up when they knew they had a meeting to attend shortly after their affair. she wasn't sure what would come out of this, but she knew for a fact that something about her continued to draw her to wonbin, and she took pleasure out of being used by him. and as the meeting had begun, ellie made sure she was back into professional mode, making sure she was writing down all of the proper notes and had all of the proper presentations shared with no bumps in the road. she made sure to keep her glances in return to wonbin minimum, unless she was responding to any questions he had. there were a few times their gaze would catch each others a bit longer, but ellie had assumed it wasn't long enough for anyone to notice-- unless someone was really watching. she was more than aware of the eyes that had laid on her for longer moments, and she didn't necessarily mind the attention. hearing wonbin's request, she piled together all of her documents to organize them properly as everyone else had left the room, only for her to eventually stand up to approach wonbin. she stayed silent, only until he suddenly grasped at her jaw-- she let out a quiet gasp of shock, but quickly realized that he was impressed by her. hearing his suggestion, she nodded her head without hesitation. "whatever you want," she responded quietly, eyes finally meeting with his. "what would the arrangement entail?... if you don't mind me asking."

This was definitely nothing compared to what Wonbin was capable of, even the bite was still tame but it was all a test. To see what she really wanted, what she would accept. For now it was just a means to take care of what another woman had started but from now on his attention was on Ellie. Whether there was a possibility of quietly working together again was questionable now that her image in his mind was permanently altered. Still, it helped that she easily pulled herself together again, not even cleaning up as she simply pulled down her skirt to be ready for the meeting. Watching her walk away after having simply tucked himself away again, Wonbin was leaned against his desk, a raise of his brow given. So Ellie was the type of woman to walk around dripping with release at work, well if that wasn't interesting. Something that couldn't be said about the agenda of the meeting. At least Wonbin was back on his usual subtle smile, professionalism dripping from his every word. He did know what he was talking about as they were discussing this month's statistics that his assistant put on the screen but- if one was attentive enough they could notice the lingering of his gaze on her that day. Other members in the room also did some glancing, which wasn't unusual with someone as attractive as her in the room but who knew who had caught sight of her leaving Wonbin's office earlier after the commotion. "Stay behind for a moment, Ms. Takagi." With the meeting concluded and everyone leaving, Wonbin closed the door behind him "Aren't you a little actress." Fingers grasped her jaw tight, holding her close to look her over, a satisfied glint in his eyes. This was a compliment - by his standards. "A slut in disguise, fine. If you can keep it up we might find an arrangement."

[spinxeret]

+ @tellemidied asked: ♏ Miguel

+ They CERTAINLY were newlyweds . The constant , almost IMPOSSIBLE to resist need to be around one another, touching one another , it had all been a constant FIXTURE since that first night . Even being married not once, but THRICE now to someone , it never had ceased to be like this for MJ . Having Miguel as part of their little FAMILY unit hadn't been the EXPECTED thing , but it was also something she could work with all soo EASILY . Glancing up at him from the DOORWAY , black colored panties and bra contrasting her light but TANNED skin and her red hair , she WAGGLED her brow at her new husband .

" I get the feeling I shouldn't have BOTHERED getting dressed today . "

[bewitchingbaker]

[survivingpierce]

“ We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right? ” [ aaand here's damon's ]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. || @dcmoniism || accepting

             "if that's what you say…" her brown eyes darted over damon's features before she rolled her shoulders and elegantly (a stark contrast to what they have been previously doing) got off damon. for her, it had actually been nothing else than letting off steam. she had been incredibly horny the past few days and damon has never failed to give her a good time in the past. he was good in bed, she had to give him that. in her opinion, however, damon’s motives for sleeping with her lay elsewhere.

             "i hope you don't expect a 'thank you' for refraining from moaning elena's name while we had sex."

[angelsdvsts]

"well, no -- not just because of my looks because of my skills as well... you know that you love when i'm making you shake." doubtful that the female enjoys his cocky personality -- though, maybe she did considering it was what possibly drew her in in the first place. "you haven't today yet," he teases back, fingers delicately place a strand of hair behind her ear. "breakfast in the morning," he states in the most obvious tone before laughter falls from his lips, seeing how easy he could make her lose focus. "oh sweetheart, that's what i'm best at." before she could even utter another word, lips connects with the other. finger playing teases her through the fabric of her panties, grazing against her core ever so slightly.

“ you act as if i only sleep with you because of your looks. “ he wasn’t wrong though, her attraction to him was solely based on his looks. and she figured she was a little bit into his personality, because when he wasn’t being a dick, he was actually sorta pleasant. “ have i told you lately, how much i hate you? “ she teases back, fingers dragging down his chest from underneath his shirt, feeling his toned abdomen underneath her fingertips. “ aw but carter, i already treat you like a princess. i mean, i already cater to your every need — what more could you want? “ her voice lowers by the end of her words, feeling his fingers squeeze the inside of her thigh, making her lose focus for a moment. “ well then prove it. “ she licks her lips, tilting her chin towards him. “ make me cum, carter. “ 

[paramounticebound]

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS || @sweetbitterbitten / Collector!Marla sent, force fingers into my character's mouth || selectively accepting.

She's damaging the merchandise.

Feels heavy, like lead in his mouth. His tongue-- that weight that will always wait until too much time has passed, the thoughts flitting by, always, until they are wingless. As he is, chained and unchained, bloodied and perfect, the things inside of him coursing, coursing like poison. Whatever it is that she pushes through his veins is enough for even him to falter, just long enough.

Sometimes, though, he is aware.

Fingers digging into the soft palate of his mouth, hooking upwards, forcing him to look at her. to see her, no matter how blurred his vision. No matter how the darkness edges in, further and further. Drool seeps from his open mouth, dribbling down his chin, onto her impeccable heels.

He has nothing to say.

She's damaging the merchandise.

She tastes like wine and chlorine.

[bewitchingbaker]

[tilyouforgetmenot]

tell a friend to tell a friend.. she’s baaaaack 💋