two meads in and i'm asking my knight if i can feel how sharp his blade is 🤦♂️ i'm giggling and kicking my feet too. should i ask him to press it against my neck or is that too forward
The concept of being borrowed is so hot. Your partners friend asking to borrow you, and you don’t get a say, they’re not asking you. Your partner has the power, the say in who can borrow you, who you have to listen to, what they’re allowed to do to you. And you just go along with it, like a good puppy
just wanna lose myself in sucking cock 💖 wanna lap up that salty pre and roll my tongue around the tip, bobbing on the head of it, taking it deeper and slowly letting its girth stretch out my throat, sucking and kissing and slurping loudly, making a real fucking mess with spit drooling down my lips
I ended up experimenting a lot with this painting, pouring layers of ink washes over the watercolor and building back up with gouache and pastels. I'm trying to get a look that is soft and highly textured but still has clear strong details in places. I haven't gotten it down yet quite the way I want, but this is a step closer!
Another thing fandom needs to start doing more of is projecting on tops.
There are delicious amounts of psychological distress you can inflict on that guy once you get into his head. The brainworms of forcing agency and initiative on someone who genuinely is Not Fucking Ready For It are exquisite.
To quote myself: Domtops in fics are always written to have such uncomplicated and healthy relationships to their sexualities and for my mental health I need us to collectively start giving them complexes about being some kind of monstrous predatory freak of nature instead.
Make that guy have a panic attack b/c someone in his daydream told him to stop and he kept going anyway.
New and improved! Sad Wet Dog of a top is thinking about how he wants to hurt you but doesn't want to hurt you and the contradiction is slowly and steadily making him Lose His Whole Fucking Mind.
uh i understand your knight kink post is engaging with the literary construct of the knight rather than the historical actually existing social role but you really failed to engage with the themes and tropes of late medieval grail literature
your prize starts with a kiss. i'll flip you onto your back, scoop you up into my arms, prop you up with cushions and straddle your lap. i want you to feel your sore, still-pink skin pressed against the softness of your bedding while i kiss you slowly, deeply. tracing the edges of your lips with the tip of my tongue; licking past your teeth and drawing a line on the roof of your mouth. i want you looking at me with haze in your eyes, if you can open them at all. i want your lips swollen, shiny with spit. my hands deep in your hair, yours clutching to any part of me you can think to grab.
let me kiss down past your ear to your neck, bury my face there as i press my whole chest flush with yours. a moment of stillness. connection. then, let me bring my hand between our bodies and reach down until i find your cock. you're so swollen and pink there too, baby, and i'm sure you'd love more attention than the gentle fingertip stroke i give you - but no. two of my fingers, straight into your sodden cunt, as deep as i can get them. shoving you backwards onto the pillows with my free hand, clambering down your leg so i can fuck you with more purchase, resting my cheek on your hip. stroking your front wall hard and insistent. pushing a third finger in when i feel like it. feeling you clench around my fingertips; you're so hot, baby, i love feeling your heat, i love being inside you like this, getting you closer and closer-
when i suck your cock into my mouth, i want you to come. i want you to keep coming until you're overwhelmed, crying out, batting at me to stop. i can't wait to hear the noise you make when i pull out slowly, still suckling on the tip of your cock, pressing it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue the way that makes you shiver. i wonder if i could get one more orgasm out of you with my mouth alone. maybe if i jam my thumbs into your hipbones.
you are allowed a break after this, my love. bathroom, water, a snack - whatever you need, just say the word. i hope you enjoyed your prize. however, i hope you have realised by now that it is my turn to come. when you return, none of this will be about you any more. you will be mine to use, and i intend to use you thoroughly.
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