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@anaughtythane asked: you talk in your sleep. - Thane n Enil
Morning After
That woke her up.
Oh gods, what could she have possibly said in her sleep that he had heard? She couldn't remember any dreams, but that didn't mean she didn't have any at the time. Please gods, don't let it be embarrassing...
"Oh? And um," she cleared her throat, "what did I say?"
She snorted, watching as he hurried to listen to orders. It only took him a few moments and then she was leaning over him again to kiss him slowly; she could worry at that spot again in a minute. As much as she loved the stifled moan he had made, she wanted to take her time to wind him up.
One hand moved to hold herself up while the other cradled his face again, a gentle touch to his cheek and jaw while she kissed him deeply. Slowly, she moved her hips against his. Myrna could feel him against her, a result from her earlier accidental teasing; it wasn't intentional before, but now that he'd admitted to wanting her, she was on a mission.
Perhaps she could work her way down there? Would he enjoy that? She could duck under the blankets and scoot down easily enough. And while taking care of him, she could open herself up so she could take him.
With one last kiss, she began kissing a trail down his neck to that spot again while her hands found his trousers to fiddle with them and get them pulled down. She wanted to touch him, to wring what pleasure she could out of him. Myrna needed his first time to be enjoyable for him, regardless if it was memorable or not.
She huffed out a laugh when he rolled them over, happily letting him pull her with him and on top of him. Myrna could work with this...
Her ears twitched at the sound of his breath catching; he was tense beneath her and she grinned against his skin. There we go, she thought in amusement. Myrna focused on that spot, worrying at the skin and leaving a mark on him. It was low enough that he should hopefully be able to hide it with just a shirt, but if not, well, that's a later today problem. Maybe he wouldn't know until someone pointed it out.
The image of him maybe blushing about it came to mind, and her grin only grew, a short laugh escaping her. She'd pay to see it.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, she had a very willing, very sweet man beneath her that she wanted to spoil rotten with attention, and she was neglecting him by getting distracted herself.
Myrna sat up a little and moved to sit astride his waist, pulling up her nightgown just enough for her to have more wiggle room. Next, she started tugging at his shirt. "Off. Now, please."
Marks were the last thing on his mind and would be a problem for future Alaric thank you. A barely muffled moan was his response to her working the sensitive spot she'd found and honestly he was glad for a breather when she sat up. Give his mind a moment to clear.
"Yes ma'am," Alaric replied as she issued her command, promptly wiggling out of his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. A later problem as well. Hands rested on her thighs lightly, as he looked up at her, studying her features. Bed head, half tucked behind pointed ears, a sleep mark on her face from where the pillow had bunched. Absolutely gorgeous, he thought to himself as his thumb ran along freckled skin.
She snorted, watching as he hurried to listen to orders. It only took him a few moments and then she was leaning over him again to kiss him slowly; she could worry at that spot again in a minute. As much as she loved the stifled moan he had made, she wanted to take her time to wind him up.
One hand moved to hold herself up while the other cradled his face again, a gentle touch to his cheek and jaw while she kissed him deeply. Slowly, she moved her hips against his. Myrna could feel him against her, a result from her earlier accidental teasing; it wasn't intentional before, but now that he'd admitted to wanting her, she was on a mission.
Perhaps she could work her way down there? Would he enjoy that? She could duck under the blankets and scoot down easily enough. And while taking care of him, she could open herself up so she could take him.
With one last kiss, she began kissing a trail down his neck to that spot again while her hands found his trousers to fiddle with them and get them pulled down. She wanted to touch him, to wring what pleasure she could out of him. Myrna needed his first time to be enjoyable for him, regardless if it was memorable or not.
"Need me to lead?" she asked softly, hands soon fisting his shirt after he nipped at her lower lip. It sent sparks through her, and she felt a blush traveling over her face and racing down the rest of her body to her core. She shuttered.
Myrna wouldn't let him overthink it without a fight; she could be distracting enough, hopefully. If she kept him busy, he wouldn't have to worry about it this time.
Hands moved to hold his face, thumbs gently stroking his jaw to soothe. They could take it slow without letting his mind wander too far; there wasn't too much of a rush. She shifted away from him enough to kiss along his neck and throat, nipping at the skin to tease. While she enjoyed his lips on hers, she wanted him to enjoy anything she could give him.
He nodded at her question, relieved at the offer truthfully as he leaned into her soft touch. If it were left entirely up to him there'd be even more awkward fumbling and no one would have a good time and-
His thoughts were interrupted by the feel of her lips on his neck. That was a new feeling, and he found he didn't mind it. Shifting, he rolled on his back, tugging her partially on top of him, lightly tangling his fingers in her hair. And then her lips found a spot near his collar bone as she worked her way down his neck. Oh. He tensed as his breath caught, and his grip tightened slightly.
She was going to turn him into putty in her hands, wasn't she?
She huffed out a laugh when he rolled them over, happily letting him pull her with him and on top of him. Myrna could work with this...
Her ears twitched at the sound of his breath catching; he was tense beneath her and she grinned against his skin. There we go, she thought in amusement. Myrna focused on that spot, worrying at the skin and leaving a mark on him. It was low enough that he should hopefully be able to hide it with just a shirt, but if not, well, that's a later today problem. Maybe he wouldn't know until someone pointed it out.
The image of him maybe blushing about it came to mind, and her grin only grew, a short laugh escaping her. She'd pay to see it.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, she had a very willing, very sweet man beneath her that she wanted to spoil rotten with attention, and she was neglecting him by getting distracted herself.
Myrna sat up a little and moved to sit astride his waist, pulling up her nightgown just enough for her to have more wiggle room. Next, she started tugging at his shirt. "Off. Now, please."
She'd tried to keep things slow for his sake, to not push or tease too much to draw him closer. Myrna wanted him to be ready for things in his time, when he was comfortable and sure. Just because she was thinking about it sometimes, didn't mean he was, or that he was willing to go there. And if he decided that he never wanted to, that was fine. She would be happy to have him in her life anyway—she didn't need that with him to be happy—and any itch could be scratched privately if the need arose.
This didn't mean she'd stop him if he pushed for more this morning.
Shifting against him in her sleep was unplanned, but she wouldn't complain about the resulting kisses that poured out of him like an exhalation of relief.
Myrna planned to ask him if he was sure when the time came, but for now, she simply basked in the feeling of him against her, of how his hand gripped her hip tightly, the scratch against her face, the hard lines of his body against her. A swipe of his tongue and she parted her lips for him with a soft gasp; her head was swimming, already blessedly lost in him.
Oh he'd been thinking about it alright. Perhaps more than he needed to, and more analytically than anything. Too awkward to say anything, he'd eventually concluded he was overthinking the whole thing and if he didn't think at all, it would go better than last time things started going in such a direction. Where he'd gone wrong Alaric figured, was when he started thinking the whole thing through when he'd laid out exactly how little experience he'd had for her. It had been a fair question on her part, but he needed less thinking- it wasn't like he didn't want it after all- and more doing.
Her little gasp was one of the most beautiful things he'd ever heard. "I want you," he mumbled against her lips in between kisses. "Just... Don't let me think about it." Thinking about it would ruin it and- he was thinking about it again. He pressed himself against the soft curves of her body, catching her lips with his teeth.
"Need me to lead?" she asked softly, hands soon fisting his shirt after he nipped at her lower lip. It sent sparks through her, and she felt a blush traveling over her face and racing down the rest of her body to her core. She shuttered.
Myrna wouldn't let him overthink it without a fight; she could be distracting enough, hopefully. If she kept him busy, he wouldn't have to worry about it this time.
Hands moved to hold his face, thumbs gently stroking his jaw to soothe. They could take it slow without letting his mind wander too far; there wasn't too much of a rush. She shifted away from him enough to kiss along his neck and throat, nipping at the skin to tease. While she enjoyed his lips on hers, she wanted him to enjoy anything she could give him.
He hadn't expected sleeping with someone to be as comforting as it was. Myrna tucked against him, her soft steady breath as she slept, it quieted his mind. And Maker she looked so perfect as the early rays of sunlight peeked through the stained glass of her room, her red locks cascading over the pillow and her little whines of complaint when he tried to extract himself from her arms.
After a few times falling asleep on the couch after late night conversations, it had taken minimal convincing on her part for him to start spending the night regularly. Even still, they'd only slept together in the most literal sense.
Hand on her hip, he pulled her close against him, kissing her yet again, each more needy than the last. He wanted to be as close to her as he could, and it hadn't helped matters she'd been accidentally- or on purpose- wiggling her butt against him as she shifted to get comfortable in bed not more than a few moments ago.
A man could only take so much after all.
She'd tried to keep things slow for his sake, to not push or tease too much to draw him closer. Myrna wanted him to be ready for things in his time, when he was comfortable and sure. Just because she was thinking about it sometimes, didn't mean he was, or that he was willing to go there. And if he decided that he never wanted to, that was fine. She would be happy to have him in her life anyway—she didn't need that with him to be happy—and any itch could be scratched privately if the need arose.
This didn't mean she'd stop him if he pushed for more this morning.
Shifting against him in her sleep was unplanned, but she wouldn't complain about the resulting kisses that poured out of him like an exhalation of relief.
Myrna planned to ask him if he was sure when the time came, but for now, she simply basked in the feeling of him against her, of how his hand gripped her hip tightly, the scratch against her face, the hard lines of his body against her. A swipe of his tongue and she parted her lips for him with a soft gasp; her head was swimming, already blessedly lost in him.
@quiisquiliae asked: starting with a kiss meant to be gentle, ending up in passion (take 2!)
A kiss goodnight was welcomed with open arms.
She was grateful that Alaric was spending more nights here, curled up with her while they slept. Her room was large and empty without someone in it with her, and it was comforting for him to join her these days. The place felt more like a home than it did before he came into her life.
Stealing his heat in the night was a nice side benefit, though.
His kiss grew insistant, a slow but firm slide against her lips that made her want more. The scruff of his beard left her face tingling and burning pleasantly, and she found herself smiling against his lips. He was here, was what it told her.
Myrna started on her side with her back against him, face turned to meet him, and it didn't take long for her to twist around in his arms to face him so the angle was easier on both of them.
Alaric's hold around her pulled her closer with a gentle tug, one leg slipping between hers, and her hands shifted to press against his chest and shoulder to ground herself. It was more forward of him than she was used to, but she didn't mind it, so long as he was comfortable.
Me being possessive is my love language🎀
THE MORNING AFTER PROMPTS. a collection of memes derived from the morning after trope, for roleplaying purposes. feel free to edit as you see fit. do not steal (18+). send (reverse) along with any action prompts to swap the assigned roles.
i'm surprised that you stayed.
would you believe me if i said that i don't normally do this?
last night was incredible. i especially liked it when you did the thing.
how long have you been awake?
don't move. i'm comfortable.
what would you say to some breakfast?
i should really go.
i like waking up next to you.
you know, i could go another round. or three.
you look cute first thing in the morning.
i don't think i'm gonna be able to walk today.
what time is it?
i don't think i caught your name.
stop moving.
you talk in your sleep.
you have to leave, right now.
how did my shirt get there?
i'm trying so hard not to kiss you right now.
shut up, i'm trying to sleep.
your feet are cold.
i was worried last night had been a dream.
wanna order food and spoon for a while?
i thought you'd left.
come back to bed.
i didn't want to disturb you.
your phone was ringing.
last night didn't mean anything. you know that, right?
i've been waiting so long for this.
i love you.
kiss. for sender's muse to waken receiver's muse up with a kiss.
spoon. for sender's muse to pull receiver's muse flush against them, spooning them.
breakfast. for sender's muse to bring receiver's muse breakfast in bed.
morning. for our muses to have sleepy, morning sex.
shower. for our muses to shower together.
bathe. for our muses to bathe together.
kitchen. for our muses to prepare breakfast together.
trace. for sender's muse to trace the marks they left on receiver's body.
watch. for sender's muse to just silently watch the receiver's muse as they sleep.
display. for sender's muse to watch as receiver's muse begins to get dressed.
pin. for sender's muse to stop the receiver's muse from leaving the bed.
mouth. for sender's muse to initiate sleepy oral sex on receiver's muse.
the idea of standing in between a man’s legs who’s just been in a fight and is all bruised and battered while tending to his wounds …. all while his hand (a hand that is usually rough and malicious) is gently placed on the back of your thigh, just below your ass …. he’s looking at you as if you’ve hung the moon in the sky ……….. it gets me going
@skyfiresmuses asked: “ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”
She was pretty sure he'd touched every inch of her, brought her to climax once, was trying to coax another one out of her, and he knew damn well his hands were no longer cold...the bastard was a tease.
"Arthur, you're an evil, evil man," she mumbled, face buried in the juncture of his neck and shoulder while her legs and arms were wrapped around him. She was comfortably perched in his lap, and had been for God only knew how long as he'd taken his time with her.
His hand was between them, and too damn gentle as his circled her clit, while she was trying not to grip his length too tightly in response. The last thing she needed was to hurt him.
She was trembling, and part of it was because he was insisting on driving her mad with his teasing fingers. She nipped his shoulder in playful retaliation.
"Horrible, terrible, and absolutely rotten." She was teasing, not an ounce of heat behind it, but there was a touch of frustration; Arthur was insistant on getting her to break again, she'd give him that.
@skyfiresmuses asked: “ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”
She was pretty sure he'd touched every inch of her, brought her to climax once, was trying to coax another one out of her, and he knew damn well his hands were no longer cold...the bastard was a tease.
"Arthur, you're an evil, evil man," she mumbled, face buried in the juncture of his neck and shoulder while her legs and arms were wrapped around him. She was comfortably perched in his lap, and had been for God only knew how long as he'd taken his time with her.
His hand was between them, and too damn gentle as his circled her clit, while she was trying not to grip his length too tightly in response. The last thing she needed was to hurt him.
She was trembling, and part of it was because he was insisting on driving her mad with his teasing fingers. She nipped his shoulder in playful retaliation.
"Horrible, terrible, and absolutely rotten." She was teasing, not an ounce of heat behind it, but there was a touch of frustration; Arthur was insistant on getting her to break again, she'd give him that.
need someone to talk to me so sweetly while they wreck my body. need them to hold my head into the mattress while they whisper about how cute i am into my ear. need them to wipe my overstimulated tears away, but not slow their thrusts down. softly tell me i'm so pretty and caress my cheek while i'm gagging on their cock / strap. coo at me between each slap and spank, while my body's shaking and flinching. talk soft to me while they're being so, so rough
