#tw: usft

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She  can  hardly  think  from  the  pleasure  of  his  skin  against  hers,  keeping  her  teeth  from  wanting  to  bite  into  his  neck.  How  she  wanted  to  bite  him  from  the  feelings  he  invoked  from  the  tender  care  and  love  that  he  offered  her  —  he  was  being  so  sweet  that  it  was  stealing  her  breath.  All  of  it  coming  out  in  soft  gasps  that  she  tried  to  smother  with  her  hand  instinctively,  she  didn’t  need  to  be  quiet,  they  were  not  at  risk  of  being  overheard…  Yet  embarrassment  was  too  strong,  she  knew  she  would  be  too  loud.

The  way  he  treated  her  like  the  Archon  that  she  used  to  be  was  overwhelming  and  the  way  he  paid  immolation  as  if  he  was  a  monk  at  a  shrine  made  it  all  that  much  sweeter.  Her  breath  quickened  as  the  kisses  trailed  further  and  further  down  her  body.

Her  back  arching  and  her  claws  digging  into  the  bed  beneath  them.

“  Mmm?  ”  She  thought  she  misheard  him  at  first,  not  expecting  him  to  ask  in  that  moment  and  it  brought  a  deeper  blush  to  her  cheeks.  That  mattered?  He  would  ask?  Is  it  weird  that  she  would  expect  him  not  to?  To  lose  himself  and  forget?

“  Oui…  Of  course.  ”  She  gasped,  her  hand  going  to  curl  up  in  his  hair.

[fvngus]

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for Sinday ask prompts

delay

location

a-z nsfw headcanon meme [ accepting through sinday ]

delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?

for her, it's a love/hate thing. she has poor impulse control and once she can feel that she's close to the edge, she basically wants to be pushed over immediately. she almost treats it like a race. hips grinding, hands grabbing whatever they find first. someone delaying or denying her just gets her worked up more. when she's pushed, she typically starts locking up, muscles tensing, starts to sweat a little. it makes the release that much more intense. hold off longer or threaten to stop and she'll eventually resort to bargaining.

for her partners, she does like to delay/deny but doesn't abuse it (too much). she can be a bit of a brat, has an affinity for handcuffs (the real ones, not the fuzzy kind). she cuffs them, slows down deliberately, and enjoys watching them squirm. she likes knowing she put them there before finally giving them release.

location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?

generally, she prefers her spaces (the loft in her warehouse, her workspace, even someone else’s apartment if she’s comfortable enough). makes it easy for her to relax and focus without her hyper-vigilance getting in the way. she’d rather feel like she can take the time she wants rather than feel rushed or on alert.

that said, she will fuck on the job if the adrenaline hits her right. post-successful infiltration, she’ll be buzzing off the high of a win. pulling someone into the server racks while extracting data to kill the time. will resist when she has to pretend to be someone’s +1 for a gig but then plays the part too well.

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@purrfatale sent : A kiss to the inner thigh. ( discussed. nsf.w )

Lex  wasn’t  sure  how  he  got  here,  how  they  ended  up  like  this.  He  could  feel  the  cooling  marble  press  against  too  tight  slacks,  his  height  crouched,  knelt  between  Selina’s  legs.  He  didn’t  get  on  his  knees  for  anyone.  But  for  her,  he’d  make  an  exception.  He  broke  every  rule  he  clung  to  and  let  go.  Those threads  of  control  barely  there  as  he  lowered  his  smooth  head.  A  feather  light  kiss  landed  first  to  the  top  of  her  thigh, then moved inward.  The  silk  of  her  skin  was  already  warm  beneath  his  mouth. Lex took  his  time  ghosting  light  pecks  across  every  inch  of  exposed  flesh.  He  didn’t  say  a  word,  didn’t  really  need  to,  her  reactions,  the  way  her  body  moved  told  him  everything  and  more.  In  response  he  let  out  a low  growl,  it  rumbled  from  his  throat  curled  the  air,  exposed  ears  turned  to  heat,  flushed  red.  He never favored how flushed he got his skin fair, scalp bare, nothing to hide under, it showed far too much. The  LUTHOR  so  controlled, so polished  now  devoured  in  silence, kissing  slow,  deliberate,  lips  parted  just  enough  to  leave  heat  behind  with  every  pass.  His  whole  body  was  taunt  with  tension  this  silent  worship,  splitting  him  in  two. Pooling  that  familiar  ache  in  his  stomach,  dormant  arousal  stirring  blood,  awakening  something  far  too  carnal  to  contain.  Unblinking  the  entire  time,  Lex  watched  her  steady,  intense.  Pupils  took  up  all  the  color,  mere  grey  crescent  silvers.  He  was  claiming  her  with  his  gaze alone.  Drenched  in  need,  but  still  impossibly  focused,  devoted  only  for  her.  His  mouth  dragged  higher. 

Another  kiss.  And  another.  Tongue  darting  just  enough  to  taste  her  skin.  One  hand  gripped  Selina’s  hip,  fingers  pressing  firm,  anchoring  him  there.  The  other  skimmed  the  inside  of  her  thigh,  his  knuckles  grazing  up  and  down   lazily,  tempting.  Lex  smiled  against   bare  skin,  lips  curved,  crooked  and  dangerous  as  he  spoke.  ❛❛ You  like  being  above  me,  don’t  you ? ❜❜  humming,  octaves  deeply  spoken,  his  breath  laden  thick  with  hunger  he  barely  restrained.  He  bit  down—just  enough  to  leave  a  mark,  claiming  with  teeth  and  need, moved  even  closer,  eyes  locked  in,  watching  her  in  study,  looking  for  confirmation.  Lex  moved  higher,  hands  angled  to  rest  firm  at  her  hips.  He  sank  his  mouth  deeper,  moving  in  as  she  parted  her  thighs  for  him.  He  didn’t  tease  her,  no  longer  danced  on  the  line  of  tension.  Tilting  his  head  inward,  mouth  wet,  jaw  set—  he  was  starving  and  just  gave  in.  Moaning  into  her  heat  louder  than  intended,  finally  tasting  with  his  tongue,  giving  her  exactly  what  she  wanted.