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@callalewd
complicatedly, i have a crush on a specific member of a system of which the member that most frequently fronts is one of my closest platonic friends. further complication: they are different genders. further further complication: im pretty sure said friend is asexual and the person im crushing on is not.
weirdly, i have zero attraction to the same body occupied by my friend. whats that about.
"just let it happen" is one of the hottest things you can say during sex
ohhhgfuck put your entire weight on me and grind into me slowly and whisper in my ear please
computa make them think of me every time they cum
i hate how repulsive my body feels. why won’t anyone just fuck me like a woman? i don’t want to have to ask for you to grope me. i don’t want to feel like i have to perform some fucking role for you to see me. i don’t know how many more times i can communicate that i *need* to be touched with a hunger. i need to feel like you want me. i need to feel like you find my body beautiful. because it is. i’m a beautiful lady and i deserve to be treated as such. so fucking touch me. i’m so fucking touchable.
"it hurts... 🥺" – yeah, and? what do you expect me to say? i know it hurts. i'm making it hurt on purpose. it's supposed to fucking hurt. now what? do you think your stupid whining is going to stop me?
oh it hurts, it hurts, doesn't it? poor little thing. now shut the fuck up already and take it like a good girl.
you should give your dom/top a praise kink if they don't already have one. like you should be whining compliments into their ear while you kiss, maybe whispered between pleas to take things further because their touch drives you wild. you should make them feel like magic. tell them how beautiful they are while you look at them in awe, while they pin you down or wait for permission, while they make you come undone. you should compliment their voice, their presence, how safe they make you feel, the pleasure they give you. you should praise them so often that mundane compliments give them goosebumps and remind them how the same words sound spilling off your lips.
I always thought pink suited me
farinaz taghavi linen shirt
"i know you're scared, and it's going to hurt very badly, but it's going to happen anyway" while she's gently holding my face and kissing me on the forehead
ughhh momcon. mom who can tell i wanna fuck her but she’s being such a tease about it that by the time she finally decides to let me have her she ends up flat against her mattress getting proneboned within an inch of her life
Knight that finds a cursed sheath that makes their sword sharper and makes them faster and more in tune with it but it's just so so soft, the softest leather they've ever felt, and every time they slide their blade back in, the edge of the steel and the inside of the sheath caress each other so softly and gently and it feels more like home than anything that they've ever felt and every time they draw their blade out it's a rush and they gasp and their heart skips and they can feel the sheath trembling in their hand.
The sword isn't changing. They know that, it's the same sword they've had for years, standard issue from the armory. Good, solid steel but nothing fancy.
The grip feels so good. They don't understand, it has always been...serviceable. They have learned to be sure of its weight and trust in the ways in which it rubs against their hand in awkward ways, learning to factor in the looseness of the too-thin handle. They know it isn't changing, they have measured. It remains regulation length.
The handle isn't too thin anymore. Swing after swing, the handle does not knock against the bone of their palm like it always has. It stays flush with the soft part of their palm. Even pressure. They feel the tip flicker as they swing, their wrist adding a whistling speed to the finest point of the blade. It's faster. They have to put it back in the sheath. What if someone sees.
They cannot help but shake as they lift it. The leather is dark, completely black until it catches the light and the warmth comes through, a hint of red, maybe brown, perhaps purple. Impossible to tell. Warm. Soft.
God, so soft. There must be a hardened leather core beneath the surface, it has the rigidity required by a scabbard, but when they life it with their hands it feels like nothing so much as the soft expanse of a lovers arm held gently, reverently, hopefully.
They shake their head. What are they thinking? This is absurd. They huff, breathing through the rising heat within them as they line the shining tip up with the entrance. God the leather is so thick in the interior. They've seen fancy scabbards before, nobles and dignitaries love to draw steel at the slightest provocation, they've been forced to be a glorified porter transporting more than one ancestral blade to the staff for maintenance and storage. Most of the good ones are lined with soft fur, something gentle that keeps the blade still and safe without allowing it to scrape or chip on anything hard. They've never seen one like this, the plush leather interior, the single, dark slit beckoning against their silver tip. Why are they shivering, this is ridiculous.
The tip slides in like nothing and in a huff, they hilt the blade in one smooth motion, and are desperately, terrifyingly grateful that the only things around to hear the noise they make are the horses.
They are, frankly, ashamed to expose even them.
"you're so sensitive." watching you twitch at the lightest touch. "i love how responsive you are. i love watching your body tell me everything you feel too shy to say out loud."
starting slow. barely anything. just the lightest fingertips against your inner thigh. watching you shiver at even that.
"see?" so soft. so warm. "look at you. i haven't even gotten anywhere yet and you're already shaking. you're so beautiful when you respond like this."
a small embarrassed sound. trying to still yourself.
"hey." pressing a kiss to your hip. "don't hide it from me. please. i want to see every single reaction. you're so pretty when you let yourself feel things."
moving my hand higher. slow. deliberate. feeling you tense in anticipation before i've even touched you properly.
"your body talks so much more than you do." finding you finally. barely any pressure at all. "every little gasp. every shiver. it tells me exactly what's working. i don't even need words from you sweetheart, though i love hearing your voice too."
a sharp inhale. hips shifting toward my hand.
"there you go." so gentle. "see? you just told me that felt good without saying a word. you're doing so well."
touching you slowly. taking my time learning every place that makes you twitch. every spot that makes your breath catch differently.
"so responsive." pressing a little firmer. watching you arch immediately. "i could just learn you like this for hours. you're so perfect. every single part of you."
"please—" barely there.
"i know baby." not speeding up. "i know what you need. i can feel it in the way you're shaking. you don't even have to ask, but i love when you do."
your hands finding the sheets. gripping them.
"you're so beautiful like this." meaning it completely. watching tears start to gather at the corners of your eyes from how much sensation is building. "every reaction. every shiver. every time your breath catches. i love all of it. i love you."
building you slowly. deliberately. watching the way your body responds before your mind catches up.
"there you go." so soft. "your body already knows exactly what it wants. i just have to listen. you're doing so beautifully right now. so good."
getting you right to the edge. feeling it in the way your thighs start to tremble harder.
slowing down.
a desperate broken sound.
"i know sweetheart." pressing a kiss to your stomach. "i felt that. i felt exactly how close you were. you're being so patient."
"please mommy—" tears actually falling now. "please i need—"
"i know what you need." starting again. building you back up. "your body already told me. i'm just giving it to you. you've been so good."
touching you properly this time. no more pulling back. watching every single response.
"so beautiful." not stopping. "so responsive. you're doing such a good job letting go for me."
feeling you get close again. faster this time.
"cum for me." cooed at you encouragingly. "i can feel exactly how ready you are. you've earned this."
watching you fall apart completely. the way your whole body shudders. the way you shake through every single wave of it while i stay right there.
waiting until your breathing has regulated and your body has relaxed.
cupping your face in both hands. thumbs stroking your cheeks. catching the last of the tears.
"hi beautiful."
eyes wet. shaky. "hi."
"you did so well." pressing a kiss to your forehead. "so so well. i'm so proud of you. i loved every single thing your body told me tonight."
you pulling closer. tucking your face into my neck.
keeping you there. rubbing slow circles on your back.
"so beautiful." pressing another kiss to your hair. "my perfect girl."
lesbian elf love......
