meliora. over 30. she/her. nonbinary + bi
nsfw selfship blog. i occasionally post smutfics. minors, ageless, and blank blogs are blocked on sight.
pr0shippers and main/secondary f/o doubles dni
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F/o slipping their fingers into your panties to see just how fucking wet you are already from their teasing, especially when they’ve been a little mean about it and when you’ve been acting like you aren’t affected. That’s cute, baby, but the mess in your little panties tells a different story. You like when they talk to you like that.
Actually…. Them starting to touch you and get you closer and closer to your climax before pulling their hand away and saying oh, well if you really don’t like it, they can stop! All so they can watch you have to swallow your pride and beg and convince them that you really do love it, all while they hold out with a teasing “hmmmm, I don’t knowww….” and make you admit that you don’t want them to stop.
"this'll be short," I lied,
anyway, what a gift for him, huh? XD
@cenalingus
heads up for: spit, discussion of moldy food
Bee pushed back from the table. “So. What do objects-turned-people do for birthdays?”
“I dunno,” Cam replied. “I’ve never actually celebrated one.”
A slight cock of her head.
He looked away from her. “Well, no one made that big of a deal about my manufacture date when I was an object, and I obviously didn’t celebrate the occasion of my realization last year.”
“Mm. Guess so.”
“What do you usually do? I seem to remember moldy berries a couple years ago.”
“Oh. Yeah. I have no idea how the berries went bad so fast. Kinda made the whole cake gross in retrospect, knowing they were already so close to molding.”
“I liked ‘em. They’re sweeter when they ferment a little.”
Bee crinkled her nose. “But… I hang out with people. Usually I stream a game to friends or we play together in co-op. This year, my sister and I did something I’d joked about for a long time, ‘the video game museum pub crawl’.”
“The what—you know what, explain later.”
Bee giggled, walking over to the trash can with the detritus of their meal. “So. What do you want to do?”
Cam watched her press her toes to the pedal of the can, and place the trash inside. As she washed her hands at the sink, he watched the can not quite able to close, its jaws pried open by the slight oversize of the contents.
It reminded him of something he’d picked up on a passing whim, fueled by memories and fantasies of his object days. He swallowed, feeling his cheeks warm.
“Cam? You okay?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah.”
“You just look red.”
“I… know what I want to do. Kind of a weird request, though. Maybe.”
“Have I ever told you no?” Bee asked sweetly.
Cam chuckled. “Not when I’m not in trouble. Lemme go get my bag.”
When he came back, it was with a ball gag in one hand, his overnight bag hanging from the other.
“Oh. Oh!” Bee’s eyes went wide. After a second, she asked, “…on me, or you?”
“Me. Why?”
“I just got my jaw back in alignment,” she muttered.
“Right. Yeah, no, on me.”
“Well, let’s not waste time,” she purred, taking the gag, then his hand, and dragging him up the stairs to her room.
“Do you want to take your shirt off before we put this on you?” she asked.
“Does it make a difference? I don’t mind a little tease now and again. Despite what I said when you were trying to realize me.”
“I don’t know,” Bee answered, slowly, “but what I do know is I had braces, and those could get stuck on stuff, so I can only imagine the gag hardware would, too.”
“Oh. Okay.” He shrugged out of his jacket and tugged off his shirt, sitting on her bed in just shorts now.
Bee didn’t say anything, her eyes’ path over his body evident. “God, you’re hot,” she said finally, frustration in her voice.
“You say that every time I take my shirt off.”
“Yyyyyyup.” She crawled onto the bed and between his legs, the only other thing she said a murmur of “open up.”
Cam dropped his jaw, and Bee carefully—almost too gently, considering what she was doing—settled the gag in his mouth. He bit down on the layer of rubber, and watched her focus as she fastened it in place, admiring her.
She slipped her fingers under each side to make sure it wasn’t too tight. “Good?”
He nodded, with a muffled “uh-huh.”
With his mouth held open like that, spit was beginning to gather at the edges of his mouth. Bee swiped some away, but mostly just looked at him.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. I’m not this kind of kinky.”
Cam laughed through his nose, but slipped his hands under her dress, pulling it up as it draped over his arms.
“You want it off?”
He nodded.
She grabbed its hem and whipped it off, and his pupils dilated at the sight of her, bra perfectly cupping her, and—oh, those were new.
He guessed they had to be. He kept stealing all her other pairs.
He lifted his hands again and wiggled, asking permission to touch.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Bee said, scooting closer to him.
First, he squeezed her over her bra, then dipped his hand inside.
She sighed, scooting closer again.
While he was occupied with that, salivating more now that his hands were on her, she brought her hands to his shorts’ waistband. She popped open the button, then took hold of the zipper, dragging it down slowly.
Cam met her eyes, cheeks starting to darken when he knew what she was doing.
“Want me to stop?” she asked.
He shook his head.
She chuckled. “All right.”
Now it was her turn to dip her hand beneath the fabric he wore, and she freed him from the confines of cotton.
“Hmm, you really are into this gag thing,” she mumbled, taking him in hand and gathering his precum on her thumb. She licked it off and he let out a muffled moan, dripping both in her hand and around the gag.
“Aw, baby,” she cooed. She wiped his mouth with the hand that had just been around him, and used it as lube to stroke him.
He pressed his hips closer, trying to get himself more friction against her hand.
“Hey, easy,” was all she said in response, giving him what he wanted with measured—not fast, but not slow—movements and a little bit more pressure.
The gag was keeping Cam from forming words, but not from making noise, and unsure of her technique as Bee was, she must have been doing just fine, because she was getting a symphony of sounds for her efforts.
So she kept at it, following the lead of his pleasured sounds and how he moved so she could satisfy him.
When his breath quickened, she kept at exactly what she was doing, and it didn’t take long before there came a low, muffled groan and he spilled across her fingers, but with enough force to hit her stomach, too.
“Wow,” was all she said, before she wiped her hand off, then reached up and undid the gag and carefully took it out of his mouth. She rubbed at his mandible, just in case—she knew that kind of jaw pain—and asked him, “Thoughts?”
“You want me to think after that?”
She laughed. “It’s just that you can say stuff now.”
He pulled her down on top of him, ignoring the mess that was pressed between their bodies now. “You already said it. Wow.”
this or that with your selfship! (nsfw version 🔥 mdni)
heat of the moment or slow build up / multiple quick rounds or one long session / hair pulling or marking / gentle touches or passionate grabs / “don’t stop” or “i need more” / bondage or blindfolding / shower sex or kitchen sex / dirty talk or staying quiet / partially clothed or fully naked / edging or overstimulation
I saw a post on a terf blog before I blocked it from someone being like "Ummm is anybody else really concerned about the rise of antisocial kinks like pissing" and it made me laugh so hard I almost did a little antisocial kink myself
letting out an involuntary little moan the first time you make out with your bf and having that alter his brain chemistry so much, he replays it in head later with his hand wrapped around his cock
Making out with someone and hearing them whine and whimper into your mouth is so so hot but so is whining/whimpering into someone’s mouth and feeling their lips curl into a smile as they chuckle at you between kisses, only encouraged to do more at your sounds.
that guy is really so beautiful and has such a worn soul. imagine fighting for decades and enduring horror after horror and having it consume your mind and body . Whayever
when he’s so so big over you and inside you trying to coax you into relaxing for him; saying ‘it’s ok, sweetheart, you’re doing so well for me, you can take it’ and he kisses you as he slides himself all the way home inside you(swearing you’re so tight around him he can feel your heartbeat) so that your little hiccup is swallowed by his mouth and then he pulls back to admire the sight of you stretched around him to coo; ‘see? there’s my pretty angel. look how good you look full of me.’
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