the alter is my hips,

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if asked about it in the future, hotch would say this was all her doing. she cherry-picked through hundreds of listings specifically for the house with a bathtub in the bedroom for this very reason right here— this very act ... of him and his hands, one wrapped from backside to front side around her hip simultaneously holding her down against the bed and keeping himself upright and the other cocooned around the back of her neck for their faces to be inches apart. his lips seek needy kisses against her own. hot breath glistening across sweat slicked skin as he buries himself deeper and deeper inside of her with each thrust. if her intention had merely been to have a bath, he thought the exchange of multiple orgasms to be at least a fair trade. no doubt they would then relax until the sun was sitting high in the sky the following day. but she'd sauntered her way in, the steam from the hot water rose, and hotch had discarded his book in place of her body. and he had ... started with his hands. one finger, two fingers, his thumb working in tight little circles against her ball of her nerves before he slunk down her body to replace that with his tongue so he could look up as she hurdled over the cliff of bliss again and again. until his knees pressed into the bed and he slipped inside her warm, wet walls. slow and steady in the aftermath of her climax, but his pace has picked up again; a newfound rhythm, and he knows her body all too well. "you're close again," he breathes into the kiss, breath mixing with hers. nose nuzzled into @fatayle's. even his words have the hint of a grin he wears embracing them as they leave his lips. he can tell by the wall she wraps around him. the particular way her hips roll beneath his body. each time their bodies meet, he curls his hips up and into her, and grunts huskily from somewhere deep in his body only she has ever managed to bring out of him. "that's my girl ... "

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— .ᐣ starter , / @by-reign, nick parker.

❪ elizabeth james ❫ , — she thinks she forgot to consider what would leaving would feel like. as she stares at her packed bags and the flight check in text that haunts her home screen she realizes how much of a disservice such a neglect has done her. of course, elizabeth had thought about it -- at half past midnight, while looking into hallie's eyes, when laughing at some stupid joke nick managed to make that didn't even have the girls laughing but still made her buckle at the seams. not for too long / never for too long. the idea just there, lingering in the back of her mind with fang-like teeth, ready to sink them into the holes of her heart where her innermost vulnerabilities seep from. she feels it now. THE SEEPING, THE LEAKING, THE SPILLING. all of the emotions she wore with a brave face for hallie but an hour ago. this isn't like the last time she left or any of the times she ran before. it's foolish to even call this running. but if this were a race, the crowd would only have two faces, and as she peels the clothing from her body it feels like she's stripping the california sun and all of its promises of happiness away from her. until she turns.

surprise crooks in her brow. the contortion of her expression almost mildly perturbed as their eyes meet. like she doesn't know if she should acknowledge him or leave him be. elizabeth stands frozen, though no hackles rise. her shoulders lax, chin lowered, eyes soft with a sensuality she hasn't really known what to do with when unattached from his name. the strap of her dress falls with the looseness of her body. her stare remain fervently on nick's. smouldering greens. WORDS UNNECESSARY, meaningless with how loud their eyes speak even between the distance and glass windowpane. she doesn't question what he's doing out there. what brings him into the night. swears that even from up here she can see the same thing in his eyes as she just saw in hers while removing the days makeup away. ( or maybe that's wish her heart makes ) when he doesn't evade, she slowly slides the opposite strap down and lets it fall, and the dress falls to hug in a bunch at her waist. a cream coloured lace bra revealed in its absence. their gaze, UNBROKEN.

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( #cq_ ) … the way he moves her, with absolute ease, without any hesitation or struggle- she LIKES IT when she’s manhandled, just a little. maybe more than she would admit. but how can she not when he is that much stronger than her, bigger than her. it is no secret that cali has a thing for his arms. and it’s a low blow move to use them now against her- one wound around her waist, his bicep in the bend of her back, his hand firmly grasping at her hip … and the other fit snugly between her legs. she is still mad at him, her ire LINGERING under the surface while her cheeks blush lightly when he talks into her ear. she isn’t interested in the movie anymore, but she watches it anyway. his voice does things to her in ways nothing else quite manages to compare. cali sucked her cheek inward, swallowing her pleased sigh out of stubborn spite … she will NOT give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s getting to her, despite him knowing the moment he sinks his fingers inside her. “aaron-“ she tried his name again, but it sounds less like a warning now and more like a plead. so much for stubborn spite. a heavy huff exhales from her mouth as he hooks her leg over his arm and his hand moves up to palm at her breast under her t-shirt. her body is tight, tension stiffening her nipples as her hips jut upward into his hand … she can’t help but react to his touch, she always has been REACTIONARY, easy for him to wind up with how hot he makes her. i’m very, very sorry, cal. she groans, her eyes fluttering and her head falling back onto his shoulder, one of her hands moving to dig her fingers into his forearm between her legs, the other rising to sink her teeth into her thumb. “god,” cali moaned, a whimper following, but still- stubborn. “n-no you’re not.” she knows he isn’t. she doesn’t care. her hips rock up and down, the press of his thumb on her clit making her pussy drip. cali squirmed, her ass pushing back on his lap over where she feels him bulging and hard. she closed her eyes. “cheater.” she accused, but still, her breath caught on her tongue. it’s usually cali that uses sex against him. she’s not used to being on the other side of things.

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❪ A.H. ❫ he didn't do it on purpose. though in hindsight, it would have been the perfect plan because there are only a few places where they have to honour restraint in favour of their own need for each other. one of which is not their living room. nor in their own house. behind these doors, there's no need for any planning. especially in the form of a slipped tongue at the beginning of a movie. he can't say he isn't particularly fond of the position it has left them in. QUITE THE OPPOSITE. with his middle finger curling into the pool of her warm sex, he's far more than fond -- he's positively buzzing from the high she gives him. "no, i'm not," he agrees, and with his hand buried into her hair the tone of his voice sounds like the smirk he wears. the hand on her breast runs fingers across pebbled nipples, thumb stroking them in tandem with the thrust of his fingers, slow and steady. his breath hot by her ear. aaron isn't surprised that she's already dripping for him. equally, they have that effect on each other. clad away in his own boxers his cock tents with the feel of her walls around his thick fingers. "but i wouldn't call this cheating." giving one last swipe of his thumb across her nipple, he drags a flat palm over the swell, up her sternum, and ventures further towards her neck until he's able to tilt her face up to his. the hand embedded between slick folds offers a firm stroke to her bundled nerves with every three passes of his fingers in and out. building a rhythm. building a pattern. establishing an end game. it won't take the entirety of the movie but they'll both surely forget that it's even on. when their faces are mere inches apart, he says huskily, "i'd call this winning." and not because of spoiling it, no, not like that at all; but because he has her, just like this. then, he steals her lips, kissing her deeply and curls her fingers further into her sex.

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EMOTIONAL/PLOT DRIVEN INTIMACY PROMPTS

[ 1 ] for our muses to be in the midst of foreplay/building up to sex but one stops the other to make some kind of confession.

[ 2 ] for sender to wake up receiver after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 3 ] for receiver to wake up sender after having a nightmare and initiate sex as comfort.

[ 4 ] our muses have just made up after a fight and begin to get intimate, trying to rebuild trust.

[ 5 ] one muse has just gone through a break up and goes to the other for comfort which leads to sex.

[ 6 ] sender had a bad date and receiver shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 7 ] receiver had a bad date and sender shows up at their door to cheer them up. they get a little tipsy and start making out.

[ 8 ] our muses reunite after having been apart for an extended length of time which leads to sex, clothes everywhere, barely making it to the bed or not at all.

[ 9 ] sender is upset, receiver tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, sender initiates sex.

[ 10 ] receiver is upset, sender tries to confront them but rather than talk about it, receiver initiates sex.

[ 11 ] our muses try to break up only to end up having emotional/heated sex.

[ 12 ] sender confesses to having a crush on receiver which leads to receiver initiating sex.

[ 13 ] receiver confesses to having a crush on sender which leads to sender initiating sex.

[ 14 ] our muses lose power during a storm and have sex to keep warm or out of boredom.

[ 15 ] our muses are not together but sender confesses to receiver how lonely they are which spurs on receiver to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 16 ] our muses are not together but receiver confesses to sender how lonely they are which spurs on sender to initiate sex for comfort.

[ 17 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "you're so beautiful/handsome"

[ 18 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i love you"

[ 19 ] sender pausing in the middle of sex to say "i missed you"

[ 20 ] for our muses to hold each other after sex, naked and warm and unwilling to detangle just yet.

a few sentences:

❝ i just want to feel something good. ❞

❝ i missed you so much. i just need you close to me right now. ❞

❝ let me show you how much i love you. ❞

❝ let me show you just how much i need you. ❞

❝ it doesn't have to mean anything, i'd just like some company tonight... ❞

❝ can i stay over tonight? i don't want to sleep alone right now. ❞

❝ i like the way you make me feel. i want to feel that way right now. i need to be with you. ❞

❝ no better way of getting over someone than getting under someone else, hey? ❞

❝ hey look you're not 'using' me if i'm the one offering. don't you think i get lonely too? ❞

❝ i miss the feeling of you inside me. ❞

❝ i miss being inside you. i miss feeling like we're the only two people in existence. ❞

❝ god all i did was think about you earlier and i got...excited. ❞

❝ i don't want to miss you anymore. please just kiss me. ❞

❝ will you just hold me for a little while? ❞

❝ this doesn't mean i'm not still mad at you— ❞

❝ i'm not sure if i forgive you yet, but i miss you. and i'm tired of missing you so... ❞

❝ i'm not sure how to ask this but—i've had a shit night. and you always used to make me feel good. ❞

❝ just come here. let me take care of you. ❞

❝ just relax. i'll do all the work. ❞

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( #cq_ ) ... she’s sulking. shifted over to the other side of the sofa, her knees drawn up under the blanket she had claimed- formerly shared, but in her pettiness, stolen from him as she had moved. staring at the screen resolutely, pouting with a frown, cali refused to look at him. he ruined it. again. god she loves that man but watching anything with him is a nightmare. he gives her fifteen minutes to stew in peace before he reaches out, his hand encasing one of her ankles and tugging her leg down to straighten. she yelped, exhaling with a soft ‘ugh’ and a glare directed directly at him. she rolls her eyes as he smiles at the movie she knows he doesn’t care about. letting him put her foot in his lap, cali turned her eyes back across the room as he rubs his thumb over her ankle slowly. she rest her chin in the palm of her hand, elbow braced on the arm of their shared sofa, holding her head up … it takes less than five minutes for his hand to WANDER from her ankle up her calf, under the bend of her knee and over her thigh. “i know what you’re doing,” cali muttered, and even though she’s irritated with him, she lets him. it’s not like she’ll miss anything in the movie. he spoiled it for her already. “aaron.” his name spoken like a warning, but it’s also ruined by the breathlessness that follows. her eyes drift across to him as he tugs on her leg, pulling her across the sofa towards him and she tried to smother her huff of laughter in vain. “god, you’re annoying.” cali shook her head as he moves her around to tuck under his arm, into his side … but his hand is still firmly grasping on to her thigh. watch your movie, cal. he says with a smirk, after she settled. and she hates him. she swears to god, she hates him. ( she doesn’t. ) even as his hand creeps up the inside of her thigh, his fingers crawling along her soft skin and under the cotton shorts she likes to sleep in. “i’m still mad at you,” she groused quietly, her breath catching as his fingers finds her bare- she likes to sleep in the shorts, and only the shorts.

/ #nsfw_prompts / accepting from : @exrouted as aaron hotchner, to calista quinn ... cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie.

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❪ A.H. ❫ he shouldn't have spoiled the movie. it isn't the first time he's done it and even though she's sulking, moved as far into the other end of the couch as possible away from him, aaron also knows it won't be the last either. he's tried to make an effort to bite his tongue. ( keyword: tried ) but maybe -- JUST MAYBE, he'll relish in asking for forgiveness instead of asking for permission this time. and that's exactly what he does. his hands roam, taking their time, sweet and gentle and lithe across her skin like a ghost. as if he doesn't have any intention of distracting her so deliciously so. aaron tugs her closer. encourages her to keep watching movie. and though she tells him she knows what he's doing, she didn't have to because of course he knows that she knows. in fact, he was betting on her knowing. he's a quiet man, not a subtle man; ESPECIALLY NOT WITH HER. when his fingers meet bare flesh and her breath catches, his smirk grows. he doesn't say anything with his mouth rather his hands. the one lingering around her backside squeezes at her hip where it rests just beneath her shirt. fingers gripping her soft skin with purpose. the other situated between her legs takes advantage of the lack of material; a light touch, just barely applying any pressure, he drags his middle finger from her opening up towards her clit and stops just shy of the nerve endings before smoothing back out palm-flat down her thigh. his own breaths grow more deep. despite having no desire to watch the movie, his eyes remain focused on the screen. only once he turns his head to press a wet and hot kiss to her temple do his eyes shift away. "i know," he finally responds. VOICE LOW, breath heavy in her ear. tapping her thigh in encouragement, hotch tucks his elbow into the bend of her knee to widen it further over his lap. then, his hand sinks beneath the cotton shorts again, cupping her with the ball beneath his thumb pressed firmly into her bundle of nerves. at the same time, his free hand dances a waltz from her hip over her rib cage to palm at her breast as if to accentuate his next words with pleasure: "i'm very, very sorry, cal." he's not.

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( #bd_ ) ... a sharp hiss sucked through her teeth and the small gap of her lips as her hand shot up to the headboard, her palm flat against the wood. her legs buckle, thighs trembling as her knees weaken from holding herself above him but there are no thoughts coherent in her head as his rests snugly under her hips. beth shuddered, his teeth digging into her supple flesh, his tongue swiping over the now healed tattoo of his initials where her thigh meets her pelvis. she braces herself with one hand up against the board, the other with her fingers spread through the curls of his hair. BLISS flushes her cheeks a warm red, sweat glistening on her sun-kissed skin ( trickling between the valley of her breasts and down the flat of her stomach, drawn taut from exertion and tension ) … a guttural ‘ungh!’ passes through her lips as her hips jut forward and he tightens his grip on her. she had known when she got it that the tattoo would unleash something FERAL in him when he saw it. beth would trail her fingertips over the ink after it healed as she lay in bed or sat at her desk, her hand between her legs while he was in another state, talking to her as she got off- and she knew all the while that surprising him with his own brand on her body would be worth the wait. it was more than worth the wait. she felt her hands shake as his tongue LAVED over the reminder that she was undeniably his, and then she swore as she felt him suck hard on the tender flesh just below it. “fuck baby,” a groan, and she knows without looking that he’s made his own mark on her too. she expects she’ll have many a bruise in the aftermath … littered across her thighs, his fingerprints on her ass. she loves it. arousal drips from her in abundance, it doesn’t take y to turn her on but this might be the wettest she’s ever been with him turning his head the lap at her cunt- beth’s fingers curled into the wood, her nails digging into it almost painfully, and she instinctively pushed her hips down and forward, grinding down on his face between her thighs. in an effort not to suffocate him, beth released her hold on his hair and tried to rise up on her knees, her now free hand dragging up her stomach to palm at one breast while his hands drag her back down. “oh fuck, rip- i can’t...” she can feel her orgasm approaching, coiling TIGHT and making her legs twitch. he hasn’t even been inside her yet and she’s straddling the edge.

/ #nsfw_muse_reactions / accepting from : @exrouted as rip wheeler, to beth dutton ... [ mark ] your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, etc.

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❪ R.W. ❫ she doesn't have to do much. in fact, beth never has to do anything at all -- his temptress by merely existing. but every time his eyes reopen while he's committing his act of worship on her dripping cunt and he sees the black ink on her supple flesh his lapping tongue increases its rhythm. his hands grip her a little tighter. or a lot tighter. the pads of his fingers sinking into her ass cheeks hard enough to bruise. when he inevitably must cross state lines again, there will be a lasting memory in his name. he likes to think about the marks he leaves behind. when she feels them. how she feels them. catches them in her camera every now and again. for good measure, he sinks his teeth in deeper this time. rip grunts against her. he can feel her arousal dripping down his face, through his beard and into the pillow beneath his head. he follows each roll of her hips with his head in a relentless venture from her opening to her clit. he sucks the latter until its pebbled and tingling against his tongue, flicking repetitively against her ball of nerves. when it elicits just the right amount of spasm in her body rip gives a throaty hum of adoration. just another way to send her closer and closer to the edge again. and he's done this before, but that tattoo ... that fucking tattoo has etched its mark into HER skin and burned a mark into HIS soul, all the same as she has. "you knew exactly what you were fuckin' doin'—" comes in the form of a growled chuckle just below the inked skin where his teeth marks rest. tongue chasing the letters. "—and what i'd do." then, as if he hasn't already been treating her body like the cathedral of his devotion, his mouth comes in for another confessional. "yeah, y'can, baby." he encourages between passes of his tongue. half-murmured as his face buries itself against her and in her, between her folds, lapping and swallowing at her juices. consistent and repetitive strokes. fast and heavy, spiraling her clit and nipping with his teeth. he delivers a slap to her ass before he grips her where her thighs meet her pelvis. as if that space alone was made for his hands in this moment, holding her there in suspension as he sucks and licks her to oblivion. he has her right where he wants her and he plans to take her there. shifting his legs up, his knees bend; feet flat against the bed. she doesn't have a whole lot of room to cave forward, but he'll be there to catch her when he caves her to the trembling mess he plans to with her pressed down into his face.

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— / prompt , @ahrated . [ grind ] sender straddles receiver's lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional.

❪ A.H. ❫ she settles and his brow lifts. he'd watched her saunter her way across the room and maybe, just maybe if he wasn't adept at reading body language -- OR IF HE DIDN'T KNOW HER AS WELL AS HE KNEW HER ... he might not have considered the deliberation of her movements so carefully, but nonetheless: neither of those things are true. he is, in fact, proficient in the art of human body language and he's particularly fond of knowing hers down to every last minuscule expression. every move, every look, and undoubtedly the sway of those hips and where they intend to plant themselves. "calista-" he says. her full name, spoken deeply, huskily. instantly, his phone is forgotten about, falling somewhere between his leg and the cushion as it slips from his hand to offer her his entire attention. he grips her hips with both hands, naturally straightening as electricity courses every nerve ending in his body. his nose buries into her hair. inhales her intoxicating scent. sometimes just the smell of her shampoo spirals him. his thumbs press into the small of her back on each side. touch firm, intention loud. without a single word said. nothing but a sighed breath when the roll of her hips begin. his instinctively pressing up into her like there's no other place they'd rather be. ( wherever she is, is the place he'd rather be ) "what are you doing?" oh, he KNOWS what she's doing. she's set in her goal and he's merely a willing participant, along for the ride, and though he's much more used to leading in every other area of his life hotch doesn't mind following the tune of her body wherever she wants to take them. he smooths his hands into her hips, fingers through to his palms, a careful tantalization as they slide around her front side and down the tops of her thighs.

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+ … this is not the most comfortable of locations, but they’ve fucked in worse. the marble of her kitchen countertop is hard under the swell of her ass, the edges digging into the flesh of her thighs, she’ll probably bruise there where the pounding thrusts of his fingers pushes and pulls her hips back and forth. she couldn’t care less. beth’s legs hooked, one around his waist and the other held in the crook of his arm working between her legs, jolted in reflex as he stroked his fingers inside her as she pumped her hand on him. he’s hard and hot and throbbing in her hand and she’s still feeling the tendrils of ecstasy as her orgasm tapered. “rip …” she breathed, her forehead pressed to his as they moved instinctively- her mouth fell open, choking on a gasp that twists into a sharp cry when he hooks his fingers so deep inside her she can feel his knuckles at the slick folds of her cunt … through the haze of pleasure that shoots through her spine up the span of her back, she registers the pressure of his pushing up- beth moaned, panting, chest heaving with gasping breaths as her hand moves a little faster, a little harder, and she encourages him with a nod of her head, tilting it back and turning her lips to his ear. “ungh, yeah … right there baby, f-fuck!” she draws it out on her tongue, hot and shuddered breath a groan that breezes over the side of his face and up- beth mouthed a wet kiss to his temple as he came. the feel of him spilling himself on to her body, at the lowest, softest part of her tummy where stomach meets pelvis meets pussy … he makes an absolute mess of her and she fucking loves it. it strikes an already lit match inside her, fuelling the flames that leave her hot and bothered and absolutely feral. beth’s hand in his beard tightens, pushing his head away from her so she can drop her own down and watch his cock paint her skin in pearly white streaks- her cunt clenched tighter still on his fingers and she rocks her hips absentmindedly forward, a pathetic whine following. “fuck, rip.” her hand moves from his length, fingertips ghosting along the shaft and circling the tip before moving to her stomach and down. she trailed her fingers through the slick of his cum, pushing it down to where his hand cups her possessively … her other hand drops from his beard to his chest and she pushes at him firmly, urging him a step back so she can unfurl her legs from around his waist and though she loathes the loss of his fingers inside her so snugly, she knows she won’t be without for long. he had his fill of her and she needs him ready to fill her again. there is no grace to her sliding from the counter to her feet but she doesn’t care for decorum now. lowering still until she’s squatting down with her knees bent- beth looked up at him standing over her as she bumped her nose into the bulbous crown of his cock and tipped her head back … her lips parted, mouth open, she dragged the flat of her tongue along his throbbing length until she could engulf the tip, one of her hands holding onto the back of his thigh, the other replacing his between her legs. fuck, she missed him.

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❪ R.W. ❫ it's hot and it's heavy and they've fucked hard and dirty before, taking everything the other had until they were drained dry and no longer dripping because it was all they had until the next time -- BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT. the next time isn't some metaphor or something that feels unobtainable. it's the morning after and the upcoming weekend and all the tomorrow's the two of them had. this time, he's not trying to take a piece of her to tie him over. he doesn't need it bleed his woes into at some midnight ranch hour. maybe in a new way, but not in the kind he's lived thus far. he wouldn't even know how to begin preparing for something like that. so now, in more ways than he's ever been allowed to or has allowed himself to before, rip's giving himself to her. they could fuck whenever they wanted, if they wanted to. hell knew they did too. they never had any troubles there. but there's something real special about being able to drown himself in the woman he's loved since he knew what the hell love was with the taste of i love you fresh on his tongue. "fuck-" his breath is ragged. streams of pearly white shooting from his slit and coating her. like a claim. it is a claim, and it makes him rampant. eyes dark, deep. a strangled groan breaks free from his lips as her stroking hand begins to slow and her lips are at his temple. "beth ..." there's something soft about her in the comedown that he's always taken a moment to appreciate. he wishes he could bottle it up in a feeling. he thinks about how now maybe he doesn't have to wish anymore. it's just his. rip takes his own moment to look down at the mess he's made of her. still, his hips jerk. as if seeing it makes him ready to do it all again but the only other place he wants is buried to the hilt inside of the warmest walls he's ever known. "mmm. look at you." he manages, a throaty musing, tongue licked lips. fuck, she's beautiful. but before he can do or say anything else she's on her own mission and in the blowout of his orgasm all he can do is let her push him back watch as she sinks to her knees. rip grunted. his fingers, still coated in her juices, twine themselves into strawberry blonde locks; a careful grip on her moving head as it tends to his lower one. she's got him good, real good. always has. always would. "that's it, baby." rip encourages lowly. to her ministrations, both on him and to herself. he doesn't even know which one to focus on, eyes flickering back and forth to take all of her in, while he orchestrates a sharp tug of her hair before pushing her head forward a little on his cock. just slightly. and the feel of her wet tongue is enough for his legs to shake where he's standing.

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .    (   a  series  of  nsfw  prompts ,  separated  by  quotes   &   acts .   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one  who  posted  the  meme .  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts  )

       →  WORDS .

❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜ ❛  you  know  what  i’m  waiting  for .  ❜ ❛  keep  your  hands  where  they  are .  ❜ ❛  i want you to ride  [ me / my fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  you  make  the  prettiest  sounds .  ❜ ❛  say  please .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  make  this  last .  ❜ ❛  look  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i’m  yours ,  only  yours -  ❜ ❛  yeah ,  just like that -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜ ❛  i  need  you .  ❜ ❛  god ,  shut  up  and  fuck  me  already !  ❜ ❛  god ,  yes ,  [ name ] ,  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you  have  no  idea  how  long  i’ve  wanted  to  do  this .  ❜ ❛  who  gets  to  touch  you  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  come  for  me .  ❜ ❛  ah ,  ah -  don’t  touch .  ❜ ❛  brace  your  hands  on  the  wall .  ❜ ❛  could  you  come  like  this ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  let  me  come -  ❜ ❛  god ,  you’re  beautiful -  ❜ ❛  i’ve  been  waiting  for  this  all  night .  ❜ ❛  you’re  such  a  tease .  ❜ ❛  take  these  off .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  feel  your  [ mouth / fingers ] .  ❜ ❛  do  you  have  any  idea  how  good  you  taste ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  what  you  want .  ❜ ❛  we  shouldn’t -  ah ,  we shouldn’t be doing this .  ❜ ❛  faster ,  [ name ] ,  i  need  more .  ❜ ❛  is  this  good ?  ❜ ❛  keep  your  eyes  open .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  to  find  out  what  else  you  can  do .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  be  so  gentle .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  hear  you  beg .  ❜ ❛  can  i  take  this  off ?  ❜ ❛  please ,  please ,  please -  ❜ ❛  you’re  doing  so  well  for  me .  ❜ ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  keep  reading ,  i  want  to  see  how  long  you  last .  ❜ ❛  i’ll  buy  you  another  one .  ❜ ❛  say  my  name .  louder .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  wait  any  longer .  ❜ ❛  you  feel  so  good .  ❜ ❛  you’re  going  to  leave  a  mark -  ❜ ❛  touch  yourself  for  me .  ❜ ❛  do  you  deserve  it ?   ❜ ❛  did  i  say  you  could  come ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  close -  ❜ ❛  they’re  going  to  catch  us -  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  right  here .  ❜ ❛  we  have  to  be  quiet .  ❜

         →  ACTIONS .

❛  pin .   to  restrain  my  muse’s  hands  during  intimacy . ❛  mirror .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  front  of  a  mirror . ❛  deny .   to  deny  my  muse  an  orgasm . ❛  distance .   to  have  [ phone / video ]  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  playlist .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  while  music  is  playing . ❛  paw .   to  fondle  my  muse’s   [ chest  /  ass ] . ❛  wall .   to  pin  my  muse  against  a  wall . ❛  table .   to  hoist  my  muse  onto  a  [ table  /  counter ] . ❛  clothed .   to  make  my  muse  come  while  fully  dressed . ❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse . ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral . ❛  fervent .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  after  a  fight . ❛  distraction .   to  rile  my  muse  up  during  a  film . ❛  mark .   to  leave  marks  on  my  muse  [  optional :  specify where  ] . ❛  tie .   to  use  restraints  on  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  throat .   to  choke  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  sparring .   for  sparring  to  turn  into  sex . ❛  toys .   to  use  toys  [ vibrator / strap / otherwise ]  on  my  muse . ❛  imagery .   to  send  my  muse  a  risque  photo . ❛  drag .   to  pull  my  muse  closer  by  a  piece  of  clothing . ❛  tear .   to  tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛  shower .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  in  the  [ shower / bath ] . ❛  sneaky .   to  sneak  away  from  a  gathering  to  have  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  beg .   to  make  my  muse  beg . ❛  carnal .   to  [ scratch / bite ]  my  muse  during  intimacy . ❛  preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  [ read / work ] . ❛  jealous .   to  purposefully  make  my  muse  react  possessively . ❛  dare .   to  have  sex  with  my  muse  based  off  a  dare . ❛  read .   to  re-enact  something  from  a  [ book / show / porn ]  with  my  muse . ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse . ❛  caught .   to  get  caught  with  my  muse  during  sex .

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄 . ( a collection of prompts centered around ... well, smut. adjust phrasing — mature themes, obviously . )

| -> ( ... ) lightly spicy.

meet me in the bathroom in five minutes.

shhh, they'll hear you.

i'm serious - right here, right now.

i needed a distraction, and here you are.

keep reading, don't let me distract you.

can i touch you here ?

i have five minutes, let's make this quick.

you seem to know what you're doing.

oh, we've barely just started.

i won't break, don't be afraid.

can't we just sneak off ? no one will notice.

i'm getting under you to get over someone else. is that okay ?

did you start without me ?

[ in the shower / tub / pool ] are you gonna join me or not ?

you're the one who told me to let off some steam.

you have no idea how long i've wanted this.

looks like it's just us here ... privacy at last.

can we come up with a safe word before continuing ?

you're so beautiful, [ name ].

take these off.

you take them off for me.

wait ... won't they hear us ?

don't get sappy on me, it's just sex.

can we try something new tonight ?

i skipped underwear, just for you.

if you tear that, you're paying for it.

i've missed this so much.

you just want me to do all the work ... it's kinda hot.

you don't have to hide anything from me.

tell me you love me ... i won't hold you to it, just say it.

you know what i'm waiting for.

is this the [ piece / lingerie ] i picked out for you ?

feeling risky ?

your scars don't make me see you any differently.

take me to the sofa, i can't make it to the bed.

i want this. i want you.

i don't know how i ever lived without this. without you.

i could never share you with anyone else.

do you want to come in ? i was gonna take a shower ...

i want to forget. just help me forget.

is this okay ? [ ... ] tell me if that changes, alright ?

you can pretend i'm [ name ], if that helps.

let's make this last ... i want you to remember tonight.

this doesn't have to mean anything.

i want to hear you say it.

do you trust me with this ?

let me take care of you.

right here on the counter ? naughty ...

i want to paint that pretty neck plum with hickeys.

someone's feeling bold tonight.

don't worry, i'll buy you another one.

you turn me on so easily --

say please.

| -> ( ... ) xxxtra spicy.

you're doing so well for me , [ name ].

i thought i told you to [ wait / stay still ].

choke me . i promise i'll be fine .

i'm so fucking [ wet / hard ] for you.

fuck ... that's amazing , right there ...

i'm all yours ... fuck- all yours–

touch yourself for me.

can you come from just this ?

ah-- you're going to leave a mark.

do you want to taste yourself ?

please, [ name ] - i want to come.

do you have any idea how good you taste ?

you look so fucking good down there.

show me where it feels good, [ ... ] right there ?

faster ... fuck, i'm so close.

please, please, plea-

if you don't quiet down, everyone out there will know what we're doing.

say you're mine. shout it so everyone knows what we're doing in here.

don't stop, fuck, please don't stop-

i won't stop until you've come so hard your legs shake.

get on your knees for me, baby.

are you getting close ? i'm almost there–

fuck me like you hate me. pretend if you have to.

fuck me like you love me. pretend if you have to.

i love the sounds you make ... i can't get enough.

get yourself off ... i love watching you.

come for me. now.

grab your [ toy ], i'm about to rock your world.

please touch me. please, i'll do anything.

look how pretty you are when you're about to come.

we shouldn't ... ah, we shouldn't be doing this.

fuck, [ name ], i'm coming ... fuck-

tell me how badly you need [ it / me ].

you feel so fucking good.

please, i'm so close.

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞