𝐔 𝐒 𝐅 𝐖

ft. explicit sexual content

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a dedicated roleplay sideblog for usfw content. characters available to interact with here are on both my multi by-reign and my other sideblog, serenaid. memes. main. niamh.

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update : this blog will also feature and be a sideblog for beth dutton ( duhton ) & isabelle laurent ( silversdeath )

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❪ A.H. ❫ he didn't do it on purpose. though in hindsight, it would have been the perfect plan because there are only a few places where they have to honour restraint in favour of their own need for each other. one of which is not their living room. nor in their own house. behind these doors, there's no need for any planning. especially in the form of a slipped tongue at the beginning of a movie. he can't say he isn't particularly fond of the position it has left them in. QUITE THE OPPOSITE. with his middle finger curling into the pool of her warm sex, he's far more than fond -- he's positively buzzing from the high she gives him. "no, i'm not," he agrees, and with his hand buried into her hair the tone of his voice sounds like the smirk he wears. the hand on her breast runs fingers across pebbled nipples, thumb stroking them in tandem with the thrust of his fingers, slow and steady. his breath hot by her ear. aaron isn't surprised that she's already dripping for him. equally, they have that effect on each other. clad away in his own boxers his cock tents with the feel of her walls around his thick fingers. "but i wouldn't call this cheating." giving one last swipe of his thumb across her nipple, he drags a flat palm over the swell, up her sternum, and ventures further towards her neck until he's able to tilt her face up to his. the hand embedded between slick folds offers a firm stroke to her bundled nerves with every three passes of his fingers in and out. building a rhythm. building a pattern. establishing an end game. it won't take the entirety of the movie but they'll both surely forget that it's even on. when their faces are mere inches apart, he says huskily, "i'd call this winning." and not because of spoiling it, no, not like that at all; but because he has her, just like this. then, he steals her lips, kissing her deeply and curls her fingers further into her sex.

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/ cq / his hand between her legs makes her shudder. his hands are huge. in comparison to herself, and to her own, and to the tight fit of his lone finger knuckle deep inside her. she's watching the movie play out on screen while he plays with every nerve in her body, but her attention is waning. drifting from the scenes she's waited ALL WEEK to watch to the way he touches her intimately. one of his hands buried between her thighs, up the cotton of her shorts and nestled in the wet warmth of her cunt. his other in her hair, holding her head steady before it drops down to wrap his arm around her waist, and paw at her breast. god, he's big. everything about him is big. always has been, really. even when they were young, their first time dating and their first time exploring each others bodies ... he was bigger than her then, but he's even bigger now. and it makes her HEART RACE as his hand moves up to grasp at her jaw. "knew it." she breathed, almost triumphantly like being right is the crux of their conversation, when it's hardly the point. it's nothing she doesn't know. nothing she's not used to. a muffled sigh sits on her tongue, swallowed with a breath only to slip past her lips with a groan. "ungh, ungh- aaron," her hips lift up as he thrusts into her, and her eyes are glazing as she stares resolutely at the screen ... cali let her eyes drag from the tv to hotch beside her, the INTENSITY of his gaze and the husk of his voice has her head lulling back and her eyes briefly closing. fuck, she loves his voice. the way he talks to her, the deep set tone and the growl in the back of his throat. when he kisses her, she kisses him back just as hungrily, her hand moving down to hold onto his wrist as he fucks her. it doesn't matter how many times they've fucked, how often he's inside her, his fingers, his tongue, his cock- she's always hot and tight and dripping whenever he touches her. she's a mess when he talks to her too. breaking their kiss, cali exhaled heavily into his open mouth as she blinked her eyes open lazily and stared back at him. "i love you," she breathed, her cheeks flushed. she rocked her hips, fucking herself on his hand slowly still holding onto his arm while she raised her other hand to GRASP at his jaw in the same manner he held hers. "you're the worst."

[bluevelvia]

cockwarming while braiding her hair

[noahreids]

A Discovery of Witches → 1x07 (1/?)

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❪ A.H. ❫ he shouldn't have spoiled the movie. it isn't the first time he's done it and even though she's sulking, moved as far into the other end of the couch as possible away from him, aaron also knows it won't be the last either. he's tried to make an effort to bite his tongue. ( keyword: tried ) but maybe -- JUST MAYBE, he'll relish in asking for forgiveness instead of asking for permission this time. and that's exactly what he does. his hands roam, taking their time, sweet and gentle and lithe across her skin like a ghost. as if he doesn't have any intention of distracting her so deliciously so. aaron tugs her closer. encourages her to keep watching movie. and though she tells him she knows what he's doing, she didn't have to because of course he knows that she knows. in fact, he was betting on her knowing. he's a quiet man, not a subtle man; ESPECIALLY NOT WITH HER. when his fingers meet bare flesh and her breath catches, his smirk grows. he doesn't say anything with his mouth rather his hands. the one lingering around her backside squeezes at her hip where it rests just beneath her shirt. fingers gripping her soft skin with purpose. the other situated between her legs takes advantage of the lack of material; a light touch, just barely applying any pressure, he drags his middle finger from her opening up towards her clit and stops just shy of the nerve endings before smoothing back out palm-flat down her thigh. his own breaths grow more deep. despite having no desire to watch the movie, his eyes remain focused on the screen. only once he turns his head to press a wet and hot kiss to her temple do his eyes shift away. "i know," he finally responds. VOICE LOW, breath heavy in her ear. tapping her thigh in encouragement, hotch tucks his elbow into the bend of her knee to widen it further over his lap. then, his hand sinks beneath the cotton shorts again, cupping her with the ball beneath his thumb pressed firmly into her bundle of nerves. at the same time, his free hand dances a waltz from her hip over her rib cage to palm at her breast as if to accentuate his next words with pleasure: "i'm very, very sorry, cal." he's not.

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( #cq_ ) … the way he moves her, with absolute ease, without any hesitation or struggle- she LIKES IT when she’s manhandled, just a little. maybe more than she would admit. but how can she not when he is that much stronger than her, bigger than her. it is no secret that cali has a thing for his arms. and it’s a low blow move to use them now against her- one wound around her waist, his bicep in the bend of her back, his hand firmly grasping at her hip … and the other fit snugly between her legs. she is still mad at him, her ire LINGERING under the surface while her cheeks blush lightly when he talks into her ear. she isn’t interested in the movie anymore, but she watches it anyway. his voice does things to her in ways nothing else quite manages to compare. cali sucked her cheek inward, swallowing her pleased sigh out of stubborn spite … she will NOT give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to her, despite him knowing the moment he sinks his fingers inside her. “aaron-“ she tried his name again, but it sounds less like a warning now and more like a plead. so much for stubborn spite. a heavy huff exhales from her mouth as he hooks her leg over his arm and his hand moves up to palm at her breast under her t-shirt. her body is tight, tension stiffening her nipples as her hips jut upward into his hand … she can’t help but react to his touch, she always has been REACTIONARY, easy for him to wind up with how hot he makes her. i’m very, very sorry, cal. she groans, her eyes fluttering and her head falling back onto his shoulder, one of her hands moving to dig her fingers into his forearm between her legs, the other rising to sink her teeth into her thumb. “god,” cali moaned, a whimper following, but still- stubborn. “n-no you’re not.” she knows he isn’t. she doesn’t care. her hips rock up and down, the press of his thumb on her clit making her pussy drip. cali squirmed, her ass pushing back on his lap over where she feels him bulging and hard. she closed her eyes. “cheater.” she accused, but still, her breath caught on her tongue. it’s usually cali that uses sex against him. she’s not used to being on the other side of things.

[klarsynt]

the only adequate way to describe the glint in her eyes is wicked. he is desperate for her and she knows it. it's almost unfair how much he can see that she knows the exact weight of his desire, she tugs at it, holds it, plays with it, makes all the threads of need wind tighter and tighter in his gut. he draws in a sharp breath when she so languidly strokes him, crueler than any devil he might ever meet. ❝ syd— ❞ he breathes out again. if he wanted to bury himself to the hilt right then and there, he could. there are a lot of things he could do. yet he doesn't. he puts himself at her mercy and looks into her eyes, lets her see the unfettered lust and need reflected in widened pupils. when she lines him up with her entrance he almost trembles with how deeply he needs to feel her. a whine catches in his throat, fingers curling tight into the bedding beside her head. ❝ please, ❞ he begs in her own tongue, french rolling of his lips with ease but not quite as accent-less as usual with how distracted he is. the swedish lilt interrupts the usual cadence of the language when he continues ❝ you feel so good, let me feel the rest of you. ❞ he leans down and presses his forehead to hers. it takes too much strength of will to hold himself back from thrusting down all the way into her. it's torturous. yet he remains right where he is, unmoving until he is bidden to do more than just barely feel her around his head. ❝ i need you. more—please. fuck—syd, come on. ❞

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( #sk_ ) ... his need for her is palpable, evident in the tension RIDDLED through his body, in the way his cock strains in her hand, the way he says her name like a prayer. “good boy,” she coos with a hot breath at the corner of his mouth, her hand pumping his length slowly, sliding the tip of him through her slick folds, pushing down on her heel a little harder as IF to pull him inside her- but she drops her hips down, his cock thrusting against her stomach instead. sydney smiled. “so needy…” a touch of amusement to her tongue, his french drawing a breathy sigh of pleasure that seeps out of her from where she is already warm and wet. her own native tongue follows in response. “what do you need, em?” her eyes closing as he touches his forehead to hers- she teases him with her smile, and the look in her eyes when she opens them to meet his, and the hold she has on his cock against her naval … syd moved her other hand to grasp at the nape of his neck, his ability was one of the more useful. it wasn’t always good- but when it was … flashes like a film reel of her ecstasy, of his, the feeling of FULLNESS when he’s inside her, the taste of her on his tongue. sydney pulled him down, tilting her head backwards into the pillow to draw him into a feverish kiss, her tongue wet at his lips. “you wanna fuck me?” she breathed into his mouth. “come on,” syd repeated him, her hand sliding around his neck to hold him at his throat, the other curling tighter on his cock as it throbs. “-TELL ME what you want.”

[ahrated]

kendra is my most sexual ( and kinkiest ) of muses … truly filthy

[klarsynt]

@ahrated kendra sent: in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city. ↳smut meme i guESS

ice gathers upon the cold surface of the glass, just inches from where his palm is pressed flat. he can feel it just on the other side—the bite of frigid temperatures trying to get past the window, howling winds beating down upon the building. despite the dark clouds and gloomy environment, the streets are still humming with life. too much life. enough life for someone to notice the heat gathering on their side of the glass. his other palm is full of warmth, fingers curled firmly and indenting the smooth skin of kendra's hip. he holds her steady, keeps her from bumping too much into that damn glass as his own hips snap hard and fast into her.

he's got her bent over, ass pressing up into him just perfectly to meet each thrust. her hands are pressed up against the window as well, one of them a hairsbreadth from his. for a moment, he contemplates moving his thumb just so until touches her skin. instead he bends forward and sinks his teeth into her shoulder. he keeps his mouth there and groans as he plunges his cock deeper against her walls. umber eyes flicker up again, watch the way her hand shifts from the force of his thrust. feels the way her pinky finger just barely presses against his thumb. still, he doesn't take her hand. he pretends not to notice that invisible line between...what this is, and whatever that would be.

emil retracts his palm from the glass and instead grips both sides of her hips now as he presses up into her again. he drives her forward until she is flush against the cool surface of the window. he doesn't care if anyone sees her breasts pushed against the glass, or the way both of their breaths fogs it up. maybe he hopes someone does. maybe he can't think at all as he fucks her against that window, slow and deep and unrelenting. he doesn't want to think of anything. he takes hold of her hair, pulls it back hard and tilts his head, voice low in her ear. ❝ god, you're so fucking pretty like this...look at you on display for the whole goddamn city... ❞

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( #kw_ ) … a sharp hiss morphs into a guttural moan as his teeth sink into the tender flesh of her shoulder- her fingertips clawing at the glass window he has her braced against. each thrust of his hips drags a WHIMPER from her mouth, panting as he fills her to the hilt, shaping her insides to mould tightly around his cock. kenz swore, letting her head fall forward briefly, her eyes hazily staring down at the streets below them, face and neck flushing warmly. what a sight this must make for anyone below who thought to look up. she’s sure she looks an absolute mess. blonde hair tussled as it curtains her face, her mouth perpetually open with tiny breaths, her tits full and free to sway as he fucks her hard. anyone watching wouldn’t see the way the flat of her stomach is taut, TIGHT AND TENSE, or the glisten of sweat and arousal that slickens her thighs, or how her back dips and undulates, fucking him almost as much as he’s fucking her.

there’s a shudder to her skin as she feels his teeth in her shoulder, her cunt gripping his cock tighter still in response … kendra’s not the delicate type. she loves it when he bites, when he drags his teeth all over her, the bruises he leaves behind in the shape of his hands. it never fails to get her going, unbelievably wet for him to do with as he pleases. her hand against the window closest to his shifts, slipping closer until they’re just barely touching. kendra grunted with a particularly hard thrust inside her. a breathy “fuck,” repeats on her tongue as he adjusts, both hands now holding her hips as she is pushed forward into the window. usually, it’s kendra who likes to make emil beg for her. her mouth on his cock, her cunt on his face, to pin him down and USE HIM to get off while he pleads to come in her … kendra isn’t one to commit, she’s partial to one night stands and flings that she runs from when shit gets too real- but if she doesn’t think about it, about how well they fit together and how easy it is to wake up with him … emil can do whatever he wants to her, and she’ll do the same.

the cold pane of the hotel window meets the press of her breasts, her nipples hard and pebbled and it makes her shiver. the way he winds her hair to gather in his palm and he pulls- kendra gasped sharply, breath fogging the window. “emil-“ kenz moaned his name like a growl in her throat, one of her arms moving to bend behind her head, her fingers sliding through his own hair. she can feel how close she is, approaching the edge as he RUTS into her from behind, her orgasm coiling tight, her pussy fluttering around his length, his tip knocking against her cervix as deep as he can get inside her. and his voice in her ear has her eyes flaring, lust burning in her gaze as she looks up at him as best she can with his hand still pulling her hair and head back. kendra grinned. “yeah- you LIKE fucking me where anyone can watch, huh … want’em to see me come on your cock. reckon they could see yours dripping outta me from down there?” kenz turned her head, letting her hair pull in his grasp, to nip at his jaw with her teeth as she moaned, breathless. “you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.”

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.  (  nsfw.  as a reminder: your muse = sender and my muse = receiver.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

[  BUTT  ]  *  your muse slaps my muses’ butt. [  SIXTY-NINE  ]  *  our muses are pleasuring each other in the 69 position. [  MOUTH  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a blowjob. [  LICK  ]  *  my muse eats your muse out. [  THRUST  ]  *  your muse penetrates my muse. [  HAND  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a handjob. [  FINGER  ]  *  my muse starts fingering your muse. [  ORGASM  ]  *  my muse has an orgasm ( during sex, foreplay, etc. ). [  NECK  ]  *  your muse kisses my muses’ neck. [  BREATS  ]  *  your muse massages my muses’ breats. [  BULGE  ]  *  your muse rubs my muses’ bulge through their pants. [  WAKE UP  ]  *  your muse tries waking my muse up with kissing and touching. [  UNDRESS  ]  *  your muse slowly takes my muses’ clothes off. [  BITE  ]  *  your muse bites my muse. [  FACE  ]  *  my muse rides your muses’ face. [  BEND OVER  ]  *  your muse bends my muse over a table / couch / etc. [  SENSUAL  ]  *  our muses have slow, gentle sex. [  ROUGH  ]  *  our muses have rough, hard sex. [  TOUCH  ]  *  your muse feels my muse up. [  TOYS  ]  *  my muse uses a toy on your muse. [  BLINDFOLD  ]  *  our muses have sex while one is blindfolded. [  SPREAD  ]  *  your muse cuffs my muse to the bed in a spread eagle position. [  NIPPLE  ]  *  your muse licks my muses’ nipples. [  TICKLE  ]  *  my muse tickles my muse. [  SCRATCH  ]  *  my muse scratches their nails down your muses’ back. [  MARK  ]  *  your muse gives my muse a hickey. [  HAIR  ]  *  your muse pulls on my muses’ hair. [  MASTURBATE  ]  *  your muse touches themself in front of my muse. [  ICE  ]  *  your muse uses an ice cube on my muses’ private parts. [  STRADDLE  ]  *  my muse sits down in your muses’ lap. [  FOOD  ]  *  our muses eat food off of each others bodies. [  WAX  ]  *  your muse drips candle wax onto my muses’ body. [  HANDCUFF  ]  *  your muse handcuffes my muse. [  SOUND  ]  *  your muse prevents my muse from making any sounds. [  THROAT  ]  *  your muse chokes my muse during sex.

[ahrated]

( #cq_ ) ... she’s sulking. shifted over to the other side of the sofa, her knees drawn up under the blanket she had claimed- formerly shared, but in her pettiness, stolen from him as she had moved. staring at the screen resolutely, pouting with a frown, cali refused to look at him. he ruined it. again. god she loves that man but watching anything with him is a nightmare. he gives her fifteen minutes to stew in peace before he reaches out, his hand encasing one of her ankles and tugging her leg down to straighten. she yelped, exhaling with a soft ‘ugh’ and a glare directed directly at him. she rolls her eyes as he smiles at the movie she knows he doesn’t care about. letting him put her foot in his lap, cali turned her eyes back across the room as he rubs his thumb over her ankle slowly. she rest her chin in the palm of her hand, elbow braced on the arm of their shared sofa, holding her head up … it takes less than five minutes for his hand to WANDER from her ankle up her calf, under the bend of her knee and over her thigh. “i know what you’re doing,” cali muttered, and even though she’s irritated with him, she lets him. it’s not like she’ll miss anything in the movie. he spoiled it for her already. “aaron.” his name spoken like a warning, but it’s also ruined by the breathlessness that follows. her eyes drift across to him as he tugs on her leg, pulling her across the sofa towards him and she tried to smother her huff of laughter in vain. “god, you’re annoying.” cali shook her head as he moves her around to tuck under his arm, into his side … but his hand is still firmly grasping on to her thigh. watch your movie, cal. he says with a smirk, after she settled. and she hates him. she swears to god, she hates him. ( she doesn’t. ) even as his hand creeps up the inside of her thigh, his fingers crawling along her soft skin and under the cotton shorts she likes to sleep in. “i’m still mad at you,” she groused quietly, her breath catching as his fingers finds her bare- she likes to sleep in the shorts, and only the shorts.

/ #nsfw_prompts / accepting from : @exrouted as aaron hotchner, to calista quinn ... cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

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( #sk_ ) + @klarsynt … syd. her name sounds good when it comes from emil like a whine. it draws a smile to her lips, her eyes dark and focused- pinned on him as he hovers above her. splayed out under him on her back, one of her knees hooked around his hips and ahis arms CAGING her in on either side of her head … sydney let her lips part slowly, a hum of amusement in the hollow of her throat. “use your words.” quiet encouragement spoken with a french lilt, her own natural born accent slipping through with her growing arousal. lust burns on her tongue as she moves one hand between their bodies, fingers wrapped around his cock while she pumps her hand languidly along his length. nestled between her thighs, resting at the soft flat of her lower belly- she grinned as he babbled, soft please’s accompanying the movement of his hips as she SWIPED her thumb over his leaking tip. her other hand rises to mimic that same swipe slowly over his lower lip, her hand palming his cheek and jaw. “more?” she asks, eyes alight as she moves his jaw to lift his head, ensuring his eyes lock with hers. “like this?” she asks again, another pull of his cock in the palm of her hand. but then she pushes down on her heel into the small of his back and lifts her hips- her hand between them angles him to where she is hot and wet, the head of his dick pushing lightly through the wet slick folds of her pussy. “or like this?” sydney let her head lull back onto the pillow. “maybe i should let you come first, before i fuck you.” she murmured in french, amused.

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( #bd_ ) ... a sharp hiss sucked through her teeth and the small gap of her lips as her hand shot up to the headboard, her palm flat against the wood. her legs buckle, thighs trembling as her knees weaken from holding herself above him but there are no thoughts coherent in her head as his rests snugly under her hips. beth shuddered, his teeth digging into her supple flesh, his tongue swiping over the now healed tattoo of his initials where her thigh meets her pelvis. she braces herself with one hand up against the board, the other with her fingers spread through the curls of his hair. BLISS flushes her cheeks a warm red, sweat glistening on her sun-kissed skin ( trickling between the valley of her breasts and down the flat of her stomach, drawn taut from exertion and tension ) … a guttural ‘ungh!’ passes through her lips as her hips jut forward and he tightens his grip on her. she had known when she got it that the tattoo would unleash something FERAL in him when he saw it. beth would trail her fingertips over the ink after it healed as she lay in bed or sat at her desk, her hand between her legs while he was in another state, talking to her as she got off- and she knew all the while that surprising him with his own brand on her body would be worth the wait. it was more than worth the wait. she felt her hands shake as his tongue LAVED over the reminder that she was undeniably his, and then she swore as she felt him suck hard on the tender flesh just below it. “fuck baby,” a groan, and she knows without looking that he’s made his own mark on her too. she expects she’ll have many a bruise in the aftermath … littered across her thighs, his fingerprints on her ass. she loves it. arousal drips from her in abundance, it doesn’t take y to turn her on but this might be the wettest she’s ever been with him turning his head the lap at her cunt- beth’s fingers curled into the wood, her nails digging into it almost painfully, and she instinctively pushed her hips down and forward, grinding down on his face between her thighs. in an effort not to suffocate him, beth released her hold on his hair and tried to rise up on her knees, her now free hand dragging up her stomach to palm at one breast while his hands drag her back down. “oh fuck, rip- i can’t...” she can feel her orgasm approaching, coiling TIGHT and making her legs twitch. he hasn’t even been inside her yet and she’s straddling the edge.

/ #nsfw_muse_reactions / accepting from : @exrouted as rip wheeler, to beth dutton ... [ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, etc.

[amdd1410]

[tangowiththewicked]

thinking about a pretty girl fucking me with her strap until I can’t think straight anymore and only mumble her name as I cum over and over again

[inmontana]

their pleasure feels in sync in its ascension. he'd spiraled the edge just from watching her writhe beneath his tongue, her inner walls clenched around his fingers in much the same manner as they are now, but with her own hand pumping over his shaft while his continues to remain buried within her- he thinks it's much more likely they'll meet the precipice together this time- or close enough to it- and he's spilled out with her holding him inside of her before but the energy in the room as their bodies are pressed in and up and against one another on her kitchen fucking counter is an undeniable type of palpable it has never quite been prior to this moment in time. rip rasps a chuckle against her lips. from chuckle to thready grunt, sweat begins to sheen on his forehead. the entanglement of their limbs along with the impending bliss that's looming closer and closer sends a searing warmth through his body from head to toe. there is no space left between their upper halves- hardly even their their bottom halves either- with her hand in his beard and his entwined in strawberry blonde locks. "yeah, you're damn right about that." in all the years they had been something to one another they always managed this far above any expectation he could've ever imagined. not that he'd imagined much, and he certainly hadn't bothered to imagine since either. the only body he would ever know so intimately had and would always be beth's. he kisses her again fiercely, roughly, a clashing of teeth and a battling of tongues- noses bumping- breath hot and heavy between a series of heaved groans from deep in his gut. his cock beats between the coil of her hand around it. each drop that leaks from his tip causing an added slip to her palm and he loses himself in the feeling- pressing his forehead back into hers- lips still seeking tiny pecks- his eyes falling closed. "fuckin'...-" yeah, he's fucking close. "right here." he decides, crooking his fingers up and forward against her g-spot. though he doesn't mean inside of her. no, he'll come on her, before he slides right into home base. far too gone on the edge of euphoria to change their positions for anywhere else, but all the more primal for it anyway. his thighs tense, hips bucking into her hand. he grunts. there isn't time for anywhere else either. streams of cum shooting from the slit to slick against her skin.

[ahrated]

+ … this is not the most comfortable of locations, but they’ve fucked in worse. the marble of her kitchen countertop is hard under the swell of her ass, the edges digging into the flesh of her thighs, she’ll probably bruise there where the pounding thrusts of his fingers pushes and pulls her hips back and forth. she couldn’t care less. beth’s legs hooked, one around his waist and the other held in the crook of his arm working between her legs, jolted in reflex as he stroked his fingers inside her as she pumped her hand on him. he’s hard and hot and throbbing in her hand and she’s still feeling the tendrils of ecstasy as her orgasm tapered. “rip …” she breathed, her forehead pressed to his as they moved instinctively- her mouth fell open, choking on a gasp that twists into a sharp cry when he hooks his fingers so deep inside her she can feel his knuckles at the slick folds of her cunt … through the haze of pleasure that shoots through her spine up the span of her back, she registers the pressure of his pushing up- beth moaned, panting, chest heaving with gasping breaths as her hand moves a little faster, a little harder, and she encourages him with a nod of her head, tilting it back and turning her lips to his ear. “ungh, yeah … right there baby, f-fuck!” she draws it out on her tongue, hot and shuddered breath a groan that breezes over the side of his face and up- beth mouthed a wet kiss to his temple as he came. the feel of him spilling himself on to her body, at the lowest, softest part of her tummy where stomach meets pelvis meets pussy … he makes an absolute mess of her and she fucking loves it. it strikes an already lit match inside her, fuelling the flames that leave her hot and bothered and absolutely feral. beth’s hand in his beard tightens, pushing his head away from her so she can drop her own down and watch his cock paint her skin in pearly white streaks- her cunt clenched tighter still on his fingers and she rocks her hips absentmindedly forward, a pathetic whine following. “fuck, rip.” her hand moves from his length, fingertips ghosting along the shaft and circling the tip before moving to her stomach and down. she trailed her fingers through the slick of his cum, pushing it down to where his hand cups her possessively … her other hand drops from his beard to his chest and she pushes at him firmly, urging him a step back so she can unfurl her legs from around his waist and though she loathes the loss of his fingers inside her so snugly, she knows she won’t be without for long. he had his fill of her and she needs him ready to fill her again. there is no grace to her sliding from the counter to her feet but she doesn’t care for decorum now. lowering still until she’s squatting down with her knees bent- beth looked up at him standing over her as she bumped her nose into the bulbous crown of his cock and tipped her head back … her lips parted, mouth open, she dragged the flat of her tongue along his throbbing length until she could engulf the tip, one of her hands holding onto the back of his thigh, the other replacing his between her legs. fuck, she missed him.

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

[symfoni-a]