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usfw sideblog to jmaas13

[snowkissedmonsters]

A necessary reminder!!

[centerbacking]

@midfieldrs

       ——        considering what they are ( or aren't ) the kisses ben presses to jon's jaw are far too gentle, the touch of lips too sweet as he lazily opens up, inviting jon in for more. they don't have all the time in the world and need to fit this little birthday gift into a tight schedule, yet ben finds himself intoxicated with just the feeling of a sturdy warm wall so close to his chest. it's pure indulgence as he lets his hands linger on jon's arms, feeling the muscles before ever so slowly letting his fingertips wander down, down, down until they come to rest at jon's hips. there is a smile on his lips, making the kiss just the tiniest bit sloppy while thumbs slip under the fabric and caress that wonderful v-shape hidden beneath. oh, it's delicious and high on the list of things ben will worship once he finds the strength to push away and kneel for jon.

he hums into his lover's mouth, when he finally feels belt loops and uses them to pull their bodies impossibly closer. his excitement is clear, a pavlovian response to the blowjob he's about to give and thus, finally, the kiss breaks. ( the button undone, the zipper pulled, he's no amateur and by the time knees find their place between jon's legs, his dick is already freed. )

kiss swollen lips curl into a smile, spit already gives them a shine but for the sake of it, ben holds his tongue out. he's waiting, silently asking for permission while simultaneously giving jon the same. they never really talk about ben's little party trick, a quick comment here, some acknowledgement there but that's it. in a dark corner of his mind, he knows gagging should be normal, knows he used to do it a lot as a kid but that corner has barbed wire around it and a moat he put there himself. it's reclaimed, it's his own, his pride as a gay man and something he happily uses to make his partners lose their minds. the look he gives jon is nothing short of pleading, he's so inexplicably and wholly fond of the player; head, heart and dick.

[blu-lifestyle]

[midfieldrs]

@jmaas13: [ plug ] — my muse keeps your muse plugged up with their cum

she mewls beneath his frame, her chest pressed against the mattress quite pathetically; he'd not given her a moment, not that she would've wanted one -- when his refractory period hit, he'd been there with his tongue, when his jaw had begun to ache, his fingers, when his fingers became tiresome, jan had pulled something from the bedside drawer and had begun fucking the toy into her before he was hard again and she felt him at her entrance, whimpering her pleas to him to carry on with what he'd previously been at.

he knows what she likes, he'd long since kept it to memory, meaning that when it come to fucking her, she was a puddle beneath him. once he's done pounding into her again, his fingers pressing so hard into her hips that she wonders if she'll have some pretty reminders in bruises against her milky skin, tanya's knees slide, laying flat.. his kisses trail down her body and she can feel him leaking out of her, though it's the way his fingers press up into her that makes her leg twitch, " jan, fuck.. " it's filthy, a nasty thing he's doing, fucking his cum back into her with his long digits, but it makes her whimper nonetheless, grinning into her mattress, " we're not -- we're years off of.. retirement yet -- shit, jesus christ. oh -- oh.. " he seems to get some enjoyment out of that, she figures by the way he pushes his fingers deeper into her still.

[centerbacking]

       ——        it's mesmerizing, the way she twitches beneath him now as if every single touch is too much for her hyper-sensitive body. and maybe it is but her protest is weak and nowhere near a real plea for him to stop. so he hums in agreement, knowing they're just playing, knowing she wants this as much as he does and thus he quite simply continues to finger his spent back into her. he is so careful as well, scooping globs of cum from her back, her ass, her thighs and wherever it's running down from whichever round ago and gently pushing it back into tanya. they've talked about. it could happen, it wouldn't matter as long as they go through it together. but now he is just feeling filthy, covered in sweat and bodily fluids as he follows the path of his fingers and cleans up whatever he can't put back into tanya's body. he kisses and licks, worships her body for the nth time as he slowly, oh so slowly, tries to build her back up again. one more she had demanded countless times, just one more and - as he trails a line of kisses along her shoulder, he's sure he can get one more orgasm from her.

his hand folds over her, fingers spreading the labia without uncovering her opening as his other hand works her favourite toy beneath her. the noise starts at once, humming along to him shushing her cries. - she is doing so good for him and he can't even tell her.

[kiul-kiul-deactivated20230810]

Missionary so you can moan into my mouth while I pound into you relentlessly

[midfieldrs]

his wandering hands do much to make her grin, tongue penetrating their filthy kisses — before he even speaks, she’s decided to stay in, to spend the day in bed, on the sofa, the kitchen counter… her eyelids flutter with a moan at the way he drags his fingertips over her skin, raising goosebumps. her muscles clench briefly as he grips onto her arse, bucking her hips forward and down into him, “ staying in sounds.. like a great idea, now that you mention it. “

she sits back, upright as her palms press against his chest, straddling his hips, “ order some food, watch a movie.. “ her body shivers slightly, drawing shapes over his abs, “ fuck each other senseless? “ her head bows to press kisses against his neck softly, a tease — she can’t get enough of him, of the way he tastes, the feel of his sturdiness beneath her. christ. she was well and truly drunk on him, drunk on the thought of him fucking her, of her him, of all the filthy things they got up to when backs were turned. how many times did she zone out of a conversation with thoughts of him pounding into her? far more times than she was willing to admit to.

[centerbacking]

       ——        when she shuffles into a kneeling position, the hand on her ass moves to her hips while the other one rips the blanket from between their bodies. there is no way for her not to feel his rising interest as he uses his grip to press her down, grind her against himself as the air gets pushed out of his lungs. ❝ fuck. ❞ the way their bodies slot together, the way that his dick, straining against briefs, fits against her heat is nothing short of obscene and so, of course, he can't help but thrust up. no, when it comes to tanya jan rarely feels in control, his brain offline safe for the singular all-encompassing need to have her. and she talks and talks as if jan needs any more convincing of their plans, as if staying in and taking her in every room and every position possible wasn't already on his agenda the moment he noticed his kit hanging off her frame. ❝ ja ja, i'm all for fucking you senseless. ❞

and thus, jan's hand finds her hair, thumb stroking her nape as he pulls tanya in for another bruising kiss, licking into her mouth with singular determination as the hand on her hip teases the seam of her panties. truthfully, he could do this all day without moving things along, grow lazy in his kisses and pleasure but the curve of her ass and the smile he feels against his lips ask for more. so more he gives as he pushes tanya's torso up ( not without groping her tits ) and beckons her to shuffle up up up for him. ❝ breakfast first. ❞

[aquajoggers]

[parker66]

" why don't y'jus' stay? " tan's in his jersey, it falls around her knees as she leans in the doorway, a mug of coffee in hand -- contrary to what people might believe of the harpy, tan was a morning person. she had been basking in the cooler morning sun with gunther at her feet before deciding it was time enough to go in and disturb jan. setting the mug on her beauty table which was strewn with things left right and center, " neither of us 'ave anything on today. " she crawls from the foot of the bed up toward him, pressing her lips to his neck, jaw, nose, " we could go for a run? ooor... for lunch? or a museum? " she kisses his temple and smiles, " you can pick, jus' don't go. " @jmaas13.

[centerbacking]

       ——        the day barely filters in through closed eyelids as awareness rises and sleep fades away. jan is sleep mused but already finds a smile on his face as he catches sight is his own kit hanging off tanya. in a moment, he'll realise he's heard but not comprehended a lot of what has been said but then a weight crawls on top of him and a ( content ) grumble makes its way out of his throat. once the kisses start his arms move on their own, holding his lover's body close but loose enough for her to move.

how is he supposed to think of a day ahead, possibilities running rampant when his entire world narrows down to a lithe body atop his own? so instead, he cranes his neck one hand catching her jaw and pulling her into a good morning kiss. it's loving and sweet and perfectly filthy as his other hand wanders down to the hem of her - his kit, pulling the material up as fingers ghost across the back of her thighs. savouring the feeling of smooth skin, the touch moves up up up impossibly so until part of her ass is uncovered, beautiful and firm and oh he is such a gentleman he has to get a grip on it - and himself before giving her behind a light swat.

                      ❝ @sixtysixxx , we could just stay in. ❞

[littleprincessxoxo11]

[centerbacking]

❛  you can do whatever you want to me.  ❜

       ——        although they'd just started - short but filthy kisses had been exchanged between giggles before jan had placed jamie on the bed like a fragile doll - he knows his pupils are already blown wide.

                      ❝ your wish is my command, prinses. ❞

the words leave his mouth in tiny kisses ghosted across jamie's hot skin. he starts his worshipping at the ankle, slowly inching his way up to the knee before switching legs and deciding to lavish the other side as well. having his lover so pliant beneath him is a sight jan still struggles not to drown in and thus, he occasionally closes his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of jamie's body below his hands. but they're playing up the princess treatment, letting jamie have all the praise and love he so dearly deserves and as such, jan is hellbent on observing every reaction he can draw out of his boyfriend.

with a hum jan's lips drag across trembling legs, his tongue wandering the soft skin of inner thighs before a thought occurs and teeth clamp down. a wicked gleam shines behind his eyes as he starts suckling a mark onto his boyfriend, low enough that jamie's shorts won't cover it the very moment they ride up as high as they usually do.  

❝ you'll look more beautiful than ever when we're done. ❞ there is a rasp to his voice, mischief dripping from occupied lips as jan works another mark onto jamie's hips. he has conveniently left out jamie's pubic area, happy to bruise before pleasing his lover.

[katevictoriax]

does anyone else go slightly non verbal when they’re really turned on? like, brain empty, can’t make sentences? 

[centerbacking]

jan's broad shoulders and wide jaw make an excellent seat. just saying

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.  (  nsfw.  as a reminder: your muse = sender and my muse = receiver.  add + reverse to reverse the action.  feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  you look absolutely irresistible right now.  ❜ ❛  there’s so many things i’d love to do to you.  ❜ ❛  it isn’t fair how much you turn me on.  ❜ ❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ ❛  tell me what you want me to do.  ❜ ❛  do you want to take this somewhere more … private?  ❜ ❛  if you keep looking at me like that i don’t think i’ll be able to control myself any longer.  ❜ ❛  is this okay or do you want me to stop?  ❜ ❛  would it be wrong for me to kiss you?  ❜ ❛  i’ve noticed you’ve been staring at me this whole time.  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come a little closer?  ❜ ❛  the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public …  ❜ ❛  can you feel what you are doing to me?  ❜ ❛  i’ve got something really special planned for us.  ❜ ❛  we’ll see where the night will take us.  ❜ ❛  i’ve never felt such an instant connection with anyone else before.  ❜ ❛  you can do whatever you want to me.  ❜ ❛  it would be a shame to waste such a perfect opportunity.  ❜ ❛  i’ve always wanted to do this.  ❜ ❛  you’ve been teasing me for far too long. it’s my turn now.  ❜

[  WALL  ]  *  your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [  ALMOST KISS  ]  *  my muse leans closer to your muse almost like they’re trying to initiate a kiss, only to pull away in the last second. [  TEASE  ]  *  my muse teases your muse either by touch or words or any other way that works for them. [  TUG  ]  *  your muse tugs my muse closer and wraps their arms around them. [  STRIPTEASE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a show as they take off their clothes. [  LAPDANCE  ]  *  my muse gives your muse a lapdance. [  SECUDE  ]  *  my muse whispers sweet nothings to your muse. [  EYE CONTACT  ]  *  your muse gazes deeply into my muse’s eyes. [  LINGER  ]  *  your muse gives my muse lingering touches. [  STUCK  ]  *  our muses are stuck in a small broom closet together. [  BLUSH  ]  *  your muse makes my muse blush with their words. [  CLOSER  ]  *  my muse comes closer, invading more of your muses personal space. [  ACCIDENTAL BRUSH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on accident. [  PURPOSEFUL TOUCH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on purpose. [  FLIRT  ]  *  my muse flirts with your muse.

[centerbacking]

[bbyyygirl]

the urge to leave bite marks on you