#whistles casually

[highstakcs-a]

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

smut headcanon prompt

it really comes down to how connected he's feeling to them mentally, emotionally. they could be at a five star restaurant or getting into a bar fight at a filthy dive, doesn't matter — as long as their hearts are beating together, it's pretty easy to get him there. it's the demisexual in him.

that being said. assuming he's already in love with someone, they're already together, he's already fully there, they already had the Required Extensive Conversation about boundaries and limits and all that good stuff necessary for him to enjoy the kind of sex and intimacy he's interested in.

make him feel like the biggest, baddest protector out there. make him feel like he's really taking care of you. he lost his pride and dignity so long ago that he's used to just being a pathetic loser, but when he feels like he's an overlord again, at least to his partner. he feels In Charge. smug and bossy and calling the shots. he decides what they do, where they go, he orders the drinks, he picks the outfits, he decides when it's time to go home and what they do when they get there. and it's completely tailored to what his partner likes. they're the star of the show and he gets to make it all about them.

and he decides how many times they come. (hint: it's a lot.)

[pillowbo]

If I like 20 of your posts in a row I'm going through some things.

[triicksta]

❛  finger .   to  finger  my  muse .

* she can't recall exactly what path led them to this point. nothing particularly unusual for her — her path takes her in so many strange, counterintuitive directions, she has stopped trying to figure out how she got from point a to point c. running on impulse and split-second decisions can take her down some questionable roads.

* like here, a hallway. any hallway. any hour of night. she doesn't know, and it doesn't matter. the cold stone of the fortress seeps through the cloth of her dress to chill her back from where she's pressed against it. the coolness is in juxtaposition with the heat of her front, warmed by the dark, unsavory company of one lord of the house. his body crowding her against the wall, one hand held threateningly beside her head. an attempt at a power display, no doubt. perhaps a threat. if not for the work of his opposite hand, delved past the high partition of her robes and between her legs beneath, two fingers deep.

* " good boy ," comes her breathless whisper, her lips formed around a moan one second shifts into a wicked smile the next. she can feel the labored heat of his breath in the crook of her neck, positively within biting distance. if he had the desire, if he was less civilized — ( if he was her ) — he could sink his teeth into her throat and tear the skin there. he could kill her here, if he wished. the threat sends a shiver down her spine as she rides the fingers, taking from them what her body wishes. does he have the power here? or is she granting him the illusion of it, playing with him like a doll?

* it's a tug of war — the crook of his fingers inside her at his own pace, her body shifting to adjust his direction to her whims. a battle or a dance, who can be sure. her talons dig into the meat of his shoulders as they build her up together, her climax finally tipping over the edge. her cry is nothing concealed, a gasp of pleasure that will surely echo. the wave flows through her from head to toe, a yelp as he seeks to wring it from her, his fingers working to force her into oversensitivity. of course he's relentless — when had he last been shown mercy?

* but gradually, her legs calm their shaking and her breath calms to a manageable level. the sound of metal armor clanks from halls away. perhaps a patrol had heard a sound and decided to investigate. midge glances in the direction of the sound with a panting smile, pulling her robes back to their proper arrangement. her eyes fall on him with a squint of delight, the tremors of her climax still setting her skin to tingle. a hand rises to cup his cheek, a thumb pressed to his parted lips with the ever present threat of delving within. but she doesn't. " mm, you are a crafty one, aren't you? thanks for that. " she gives him a gentle squeeze with another quick glance to the direction of the guard — flashing one last smile before disappearing with a puff of smoke.

[mothheart]

Miles stop posting before you're done typing challenge

[voirverite-a]

@sirwoods : jackson browne’s ‘the load out’ / ‘stay’ - inspired.

    “i could hear the sound of slamming doors and folding chairs,” perry says as he perches on the edge of the road case. it’s hardly an explanation, for why he’s floated away from the coterie backstage, but lately the buzz he feels in woods’ presence puts that of their party favors to shame. as he assesses the case and ponders what's in it, perry taps out a staccato rhythm over its lid. “doesn’t look terribly heavy. not to mention, i’ve handled quite a bit of studio equipment in my day.” with the bounce of his brows, he cants his head, and regards the roadie with a squinty-eyed smirk, “what do you think?”

[alchemicprodigy]

Sweats nervously.

[kogiopsis]

some people have Friday night benders that involve alcohol

mine involve requesting books from NetGalley

[senom300-blog]

me: i need new content for my loz blog

also me: what if...... i sang......... more shit... from......... wicked.......