#tw; usft

[aleksanderlebedev]

Sometimes I see that graphic about entry and exit wounds and like that absolutely applies to gay relationships too, both on the emotional side and the anal side.

[c137sucks]

@bloominghands asked:

[♡ For my kiss inbox call ] | Laying Low verse - Sheets slide down from bare plush chest as the woman rolls onto her side at the movement that had woken her from her slumber. Long raven locks fall over her shoulder as she blinks at the figure sitting up on the other side of the bed. Languid stretch is given before she reaches out and deftly snatches his hand from where it rested at his side. Lips are pressed to his inner wrist before she lets him go once more. "So soon? You could at least say goodbye." She hums sleepily though there's no real annoyance in her tone, this was just the way things went after all. Easier for both of them this way. A quick stress relief between strangers.Rolling onto her stomach, sheets pool around round hips as she rests her cheek back against the pillow, watching him with hooded golden eyes. "And send me a postcard from wherever you're going." Not that she had an address.

After she let go of his hand, Rick bent over to snag his pants off the floor, the ones tailored for degenerates with taste. No underwear, obviously. What kind of amateur adds a second layer when you’ve already got microfibre mesh and a half dozen biomech ports running through your hips? Despite all those sleek, surgical upgrades pulsing under his skin, Rick could still feel it… that spark. A soft, tender aftershock buzzing across his nervous system from the kiss his companion for the night connected to his wrist.

He didn’t smile, though the sensation was pleasant.

“What for?” A scoff, and the pants were pulled up without being zipped or buttoned, leaving his pubes to match the colour of his hair exposed. Light blue. “It’s not like we’ll be seeing each other again.” Goodbyes were sentimental nonsense Rick Prime could live without. A waste of breath unless you meant to make a habit of the place— and Rick didn’t do habits. He did exits. Fast ones. Clean. “Don’t get me wrong, you were stellar, babe. Like… five stars, would fuck again if I gave enough of a shit to loop back. But I’m a busy guy.” Universes to dismantle, stars to collide… All the usual stuff.

And yet, despite his words, Rick took a moment to bask in the sight. The woman was nothing short of a vision. Still had him hooked on recollections of the act: her legs fastened around his waist, the rolls of her back pressed hard against the synthwood paneling, pussy spasming around his cock with every savage thrust.

It was a night worthy of letting the woman live afterwards.

Still wearing his pants only, and barely, Rick fished himself a crumpled pack of Benson & Hedges from the side table. Trash-tier smokes, really, the kind you only touch when your synaptic gel’s low and you’ve already vaped through your emergency hallucinogens. He cradled one between his lips and held the pack out to her.

“You even got an address?” Already, he was flicking the lighter. “Maybe I’ll send you a little something. Not a postcard— fuck that. I mean, come on, what do I look like to you? A fucking tourist?” A plume of smoke curled from his lips as he turned toward her. “Be flattered, sweetheart. I don’t usually stay for the talk either.”

[hackxr]

ooc; some sinday headcanons cuz why not. still working on solidifying these cuz i haven’t spent a bunch of time on developing this part of her life and i feel like i’m kinda weak at it but fuck it — gotta practice some how.

Her drive is mid but context dependent; If she’s coasting off a high of a win, it’s higher. Down in the dumps, it’s lower.

She’s hella pansexual. Gender/parts don’t matter. But you get bonus points if you’re smart or fast enough to keep up with her.

She loves her toys and loves using toys in her partner(s). She has been known to modify her toys to fit her needs.

She’s switchy — but getting her to be more subby generally requires some kinda trust to exist.

Rough is her default. Bites, scratches, pinning, etc. Soft is saved for those she really cares about.

Overstim her and she’ll be a puddle when things are done. Especially if she’s on an emotional spiral. Helps to shut her most brain off.

Sex on a job == hot as hell. It’s a special kind of thrill.

Would defs be a brat in a bdsm dynamic. Could also see her enjoying being prey.

If she’s topping, expect to be edged. She enjoys making her partner beg a little (not sadistically tho).

Down for group sex. Particularly enjoys being with couples who are in tune with each other.

In a highly trusting relationship, restraints and Shibari are on the table. Shibari in particular can have a weighted blanket feeling for her with the right ties.

Loves being marked by her closest partners, doesn’t hide them while in private. Will hide in public just to reduce exposure.

She’s not much of a dirty talker, but if you whisper dirty sweet nothings to her she will lose her shit.

Aftercare can be tricky, she wants it but struggles with the vulnerability of it.

[rubistella]

@fiendishfinesse || continued

The laugh came sharp, slicing through the air like glass against concrete– scornful, bitter. It didn’t rise, didn’t roll out with ease. No, it tore its way free, raw and dissonant, splintering decorum in its wake. There was nothing in it but a hollow sound, the kind of laugh that devoured the space it inhabited, stripping it bare of civility.

It echoed, billowed in the air like incense, and then faded into a sneer.

“Oh yeah?” Astarion’s smirk curled. Mocking, rebellious. Defiance sat heavy on pale lips as he tested the restraints once, twice, feeling the press of Raphael’s cock against his inner thigh– a reminder of their power imbalance.

For now at least.

“I wouldn’t get ahead of myself and claim victory just yet if I were you…” He let the words linger, fester like autumnal rust. “That pet of yours I kicked out of your boudoir earlier? Harlop, was it?” Astarion had never truly bothered to learn the cunt’s name. “Wonder what he’d look like– hind up, face down, back littered with scars that won’t be so quick to heal.”

His tenor was subtle, carrying threat like a dagger drawn beneath a silk handkerchief. Meant to cut, and deep. Raphael’s possessiveness over his toys wasn’t lost on him. The prettier they were, the more obsessive the devil seemed to get.

And Raphael, of course, must've always considered himself the prettiest.

[c137sucks]

@pomniegranate sent:

[ PUBLIC ]:  sender  and  receiver  have  sex  somewhere  public.

﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿

Rick clocked her… It was hard not to. Stare like that didn’t share in the habit of going unnoticed, least of all when you’ve wired your own limbic system to process lust signals like thermals in a dark room. It was all in the way those pupils dilated… in all of those little ganders she stole his way when nothing else invited her stare to that direction. She liked him, didn’t she? Well…

Rick didn’t hate her either.

The next time the little jester looked, Rick was no longer there. But he did intercept her backstage—predictable layout with too many mirrors and not enough places to hide from someone like him. He knew where the performers changed; waited until she was halfway undressed and fully flustered. He said something smooth in that predator’s purr Rick normally reserved for moments just like this… leaned in close and let her drown in the scent of his cologne. A smell impossibly enticing for a man so impossibly vile. It was always the most beautiful creatures that proved to be the most poisonous.

It was between him keeping her body next to his and dripping whispers close to her ear that he caught it—something the young woman said about twenty minutes until her next appearance onstage. 

He would give her one to prepare after he was done with her. Call it generosity.

Now she was in his lap, cunt stretched to accommodate all nine inches, legs trembling on either side like rigging in a collapsing tent. The seat beneath them looked like a bad joke—beanbag covered in velboa—but it held. And so did she.

Impressive.

“Shh…” Rick cooed, all sweet menace and lustful malice. “Public place, baby… You keep whining like that and someone’s gonna walk in. Gonna see what a filthy little slut you are when no one’s clapping. You don’t want that, do you?” Little shit tried to look away from the mirror, he didn’t let her. Held her face steady, made her watch it—the wet drag, the strain of that split between her blooming red folds, how that tight little cunt swallowed him all the way to the base like she was made for this.

Then he saw it. Blood. Subtle, really… A kiss of red streak across the length of his cock, glistening in the low light.

Rick squinted.

“Huh.” He didn’t stop, didn’t even bother to slow down… Still slamming into her, the only way he could slake that consuming burn in his loins. “Didn’t tell me you were new to this.” It was unsettling, really, how the guy could keep his voice steady mid fuck like that. Driving his cock into her with enough force to rock her whole body, tearing her open… Ruining her sweet, and still tame his fucking voice. “Cute.” A hand went up to pinch the rocky nub of her exposed nipple poking out of her open vest, hard enough to cause strain.

Not the first lady he’s been the first of, wouldn’t be the last one either.

But this was definitely the first clown he remembered doing it to.

[rubistella]

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@wizofwaterdeep || send a 👄 for a 💋 gale resent because 4 was much too prude for this nasty wizard

Astarion tempted kisses with the same audacity he bent fate, and the wizard’s breaths were a lively thing in tow. Generous with how they loosened a string of pleasant sounds after every drag of an inhale, spilling exhales right into the vampire’s mouth the same way his blood would.

Heavy on the tongue. So rich and full of life.

“You-” The pale elf’s words fragmented into a slicing hiss, shaping his mouth around an age-old stanza and the promise of a kiss.

Unspoken. 

...of whispered secrets and warmest fire, have given me solace in the hearth of your desire.

Because worshipping Gale through lyrical verses in his own head was the closest to religion Astarion has gotten ever since the gods had forsaken him and all of his deathless worth. An everlasting presence, half-angel half-hell.

And hell was all around him.

“...you look lovely when you’re all drained like that.” Astarion finished instead. His smile liquid malice and wasted on the wizard’s choppy exhales. Gale’s attention was all but in shambles while the air ruptured from his throat with every practised roll of the vampire’s wrist around him. Rustling fabric and slick sounds. Strokes made fluid by clove oil. “So fresh out of breath. So...” Beautiful. And a step closer to his death.

Astarion leaned in to pull at Gale’s lower lip, grazing fangs over flesh with every intent to tear before settling with a kiss.

First for taste, then for pleasure.

After that, it was easy to fall back into old habits. All flavour and sin. Their mouths as one and their tongues entwined- baptised by Gale’s blood and consecrated by his moans.

An unholy array of deadly delights.

[unapologeticallysasha]

continued from here @kindawild

Getting home late in the evening isn't abnormal for them, Kip is just lucky that Sasha has his own place to hunker down in for some time. Well, his own used loosely. Just enough time to sober up a little more before he ends the evening in his own bed even if he would much rather settle in with him. Sasha might let him. But he doesn't want to ask. It's becoming painful to spend too much time with him and he feels more and more ridiculous by the day but his energy is addicting. Hense the outings past midnight. Plus, he doesn't miss a chance to see him in low light where every feature of his is illuminated and golden and makes him damn near drool. They file into Sasha's room shortly, kip removing his overshirt to toss it on the bed. He won't stay longer than an hour, then grab a ride back to his parent's place, but for the time being he just wants to be comfortable. "I uh- had a lot of fun tonight." Kip starts with the cliches before a laugh tumbles from him and he shakes his head. "Did you see that one guy on the bull? I was watching him before. And he-" Caught. Sudden warmth floods his face, his chest, his heart starting to thud within him as his eyes go wide and his hands had flown up in shock. His back is pressed against the wall, trapped in possibly the best position he could conjure up in his mind: kissing Sasha, and being kissed back. So before he can ruin it, his arms outstretch around his neck, looping him closer. The firmness of his lips recedes, parting to kiss Sasha back fully as his body stirs to attention. It shouldn't be a surprise that he is so easily aroused by him, and the wait had only made him easier to excite. Low moan slips between their lips, and he parts to pull more of Sasha's taste to him. Licking bottom lip, searching for his tongue with his own in desperate want. Want me...Please. And it's daring, but he lifts a leg up to nudge against Sasha's body, to frame him, to ask for more if Sasha's willing. His hand grips to his hair only gently to hold him close for as long as Sasha will allow.

It's actually been an awful night on top of a shitty day, but he doesn't say it, won't say it. He's been spiraling for a while, has been all week. He'd spent the last weekend in Boston, and it had taken him nearly the full week of sulking to reach back out to Kip and beg for a night out at a local cowboy themed nightclub with a decent queer scene to not get murdered for showing up at and a mechanical bull. He said that he had the perfect outfit for it, hat, boots, oversized buckle and all.

He thought it would get him out of his own head. Thought that if he devoted himself to making Kip smile the way he loved would be enough to make him forget the last message he ignored from Sveta. Afterall, Kip was the antithesis of Russian hockey players with constellations scattered across their skin with his dark curls and an accent that belonged in cinema, with his easy smile and bright eyes. And he knew, he knew he shouldn't call, shouldn't beg. He knew what he was doing to Kip, knew he should let him go.

Arms wrap around his neck, too close to an embrace, fingers tangle in his hair, Sasha disengages them, pins his arms to the wall by his wrists, over his head, using his height to his advantage. This is only going to work for Sasha if he keeps the upper-hand.

Sasha wishes that it had been a mistake, the way that Kip has fallen for him. He wishes that he were innocent in it, but he's not. It's easier to see it sometimes. He tells Anna that it doesn't count because they're not having sex, like sex has ever had anything to do with feelings. They're just having fun, he likes making Kip smile. He likes seeing the way the corners of his eyes crease when he laughs. They're just having fun, and Sasha thinks he loves Kip, just in all of the wrong ways. He didn't tell Svetlana about him, but she had seen the pictures on his phone, had seen that he had changed his lock screen to a picture of him and Kip, and when she'd asked he'd said he was just someone he was messing around with back in New York.

Kip is hard, they're close enough that Sasha can feel it even before he uses his free hand to palm him, cupping him and feeling the weight of him in his hand. Sasha's dick, meanwhile, is useless and unresponsive in his jeans, if it weren't he thinks that he would rail Kip right here against the wall, fuck himself right out of Berry Boy's veins.

There's nothing gentle in the way Sasha kisses him, a stark contrast to how he treats him when they go out, all sweet and big smiles and silly little activities. He plays coy on the regular, plays the innocent airheaded party boy twink. He's kissed him on the cheek before, on the nose, the forehead, but never like this. He meets Kip's tongue, catches it with his teeth, sucking his way back off of it to look at him, judging his boundaries, he squeezes, thumb brushing along his inseam.

[hackxr]

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SINDAY HEADCANONS [ accepting through today ]

❤️‍🔥 what’s their most erogenous zone?

I'm just gunna start this with Sen7inel's relationship to touch is complex so context matters. If she's not ready for it, it's not going to go well and might trigger a flight or fight response.

Otherwise, her neck and throat are the most erogenous physical spots for Sen7inel and hugely sensitive. Soft touches or kisses there can make her melt. Bites, a firm grip, and other marks will excite her bratty side (be ready for her to bite back). Run a hand up the back of her neck through her hair will send a shiver down her spine. Any of these sensations with a trusted partner will engage her brain (also an erogenous zone tbh) in a way that quiets or shuts down the hypervigilance, which is an act of reprieve in of itself, pulling her out of the thoughts that never shut up and into her body just to feel.