[ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐭 ]

–– 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟.

[slashfiiction]

@wyrdhearth: perform. for emma to be intimate solo while jeremiah watches.

jeremiah was convinced emma was some sort of witch. that seemed to be the only explanation on how she had gotten him to kiss her, to touch her - to sneak into her cabin, all the way over from the hackett house. the first counselor who had ever successfully seduced him, and it was the popular blonde. not really his type ( his type being no one, as jeremiah tended to keep to himself, work, and go back home to his family, before repeating the next day ). but he found himself thinking about her through dinner service, the way she sauntered around, winking at him when she happened to catch him staring. the invitation came in the form of a murmur in his ear, and though jeremiah hadn't confirmed in the moment whether he would be there, both of them knew he would be.

as most nights, jeremiah quietly lets himself in. he still doesn't know how emma had bribed chris into giving her a solo cabin, but he supposed he was quietly grateful for it, now. he doesn't hear the soft moans and short breaths until after the door is closed and lock, jeremiah turning to face the bed where emma lie. a sliver of moonlight revealed her features and a strip of her already naked body, one hand working slowly between her legs. jeremiah doesn't move, eyes blinking against the darkness as he watches emma touch herself. 'jesus...' hand rubs at the back of his neck, skin warming and surly turning red. part of him wonders if he should leave, if he should be watching this. should he wait until she's done, or was she getting started for him? half hard against his jeans, jeremiah remained where he stood, waiting for her to notice he was there before he did anything else.

[wyldache]

as the night stretched on, emma did wonder if jeremiah was going to show up, or if this would be the night his nerves caught up with him. she didn't think he'd leave her hanging like this, but still –– you never know how people might surprise you.

but when the door creaks open and she blinks up at his silhouette in the doorway, shadowed and backlit by the moonlight, her stomach drops before she realizes it's just him. standing there, he could be a stranger come to watch her touch herself - the thought gives her a slight thrill as she rolls up onto her knees. emma is barely dressed, in an oversized t-shirt that she has pushed up over her chest, her cunt bare as her finger slip slowly in and out and in again. it's jeremiah who is over-dressed, if you ask her. ❝ jeez - took you long enough, ❞ she laughs softly. her mouth falls open as thumb grazes against her clit, and she has to swallow a noise of soft pleasure. ❝ you wanna come closer already, or are you gonna make me wait? ❞

[bodybebangin]

[wyldache]

@honortodth

[loath3d]

it's all rhys needs to begin his relentless thrusting against her, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room around them alongside both of their noises of pleasure. the male doesn't bother to hold back his own groans of pleasure, not in the slightest, one hand holding her hip and the other grasping just below her covered ribs. he grunts then, slamming his hips forward at the way nesta demands more from him. ❝ anything. ❞ he assures her, biting into his bottom lip at the speeding up of his hips, focus solely on giving the female exactly what she's asked of him. he does falter briefly, though, slowing down to catch his own breath and to watch his cock disappear inside of her only for him to pull back and watch it all again. gods, it's fucking beautiful to see her this way, to be so wrapped up in nesta that he can't see anything else around them now.

she lifts her leg then, and rhys helps to settle it atop the surface to accommodate the new angle — it only adds to the pleasure, her walls clenching around his hard cock with each slide of his hips forward and backward. breathing rather quickly, he'll lift his head just in time to meet nesta's fiery gaze in the mirror, and the grin he flashes her is one of mischief and promise. his hand at her ribs slides up to grab her hair again, tugging her half upright so that his lips can find her throat and nibble gently. the new position does slow him down a bit again, but the closeness with which he can speak to her only serves to increase the pleasure of the moment. rhys gives her what she wants, a low moan falling from his lips and caressing the outer shell of her ear as she squeezes around his length. ❝ wet... warm. perfect. ❞ is all he can coo out to her at first, pulling his hips back and slamming them forward as if to drive home what he's just said. ❝ i can't imagine... being anywhere else right now, nesta. your pussy is intoxicating. ❞ the word is growled into her ear, and he'll even gently bite at her earlobe before once more meeting her gaze in the nearby mirror; the sight of her body bouncing as he thrusts into her is exhilarating, and his smirk is almost cruel. ❝ do you like watching me fuck you? ❞ he gives nesta only a few beats to respond before he goes on. ❝ do you like being under me? ❞ he flexes the wings at his back, but he won't let them show beyond slight glimpses; he isn't ready for that, and not like this. instead, he slams his hips forward again and holds the position, body flush against the female's as his cock buries itself as deep as it can inside of her.

[wyldache]

the force behind rhysand's thrusts rattles the thoughts swirling within nesta's head, all of them loudly wondering why they hadn't done this sooner, and if she could convince him to fuck her like this again, and whether, if nesta clenches just right, she can get rhys to make that delicious needy noise once more.

❝ fuck, ❞ she bites out, blue of her eyes nearly rolling back as her cunt drenches his cock. his words, the passion behind them, heat her from top to bottom, leaving her panting as she rolls her hips back insistently. gooseflesh dances down her neck and chest as though a path to her breasts. gods, they're too clothed for this still. a sound of frustration is expunged as nesta holds rhys' infuriatingly smug gaze. try as she might to grab at any attempt at deception, she's powerless to the truth: ❝ yes, ❞ she exclaims as the blunt of his cock brushes against something soft and pillowy; something that makes nesta's throat bob and her knees to quiver. ❝ n-not nearly as much as you do, ❞ she manages to laugh spitefully, her voice strained with the sort of heady pleasure that makes her vision double.

but then –– rhys plunges into her and that stretch is so delicious nesta can't keep from whining desperately. cannot hold her hips back from bucking against him. ❝ gods. ❞ slick and pre foam together between her thighs, clinging to nesta's skin as rhys continues to fuck her senseless. but she is nothing if not proud, and there is a part of her no longer afraid to admit, even as the color on nesta's cheeks deepens : ❝ thought about this–– touched myself... to you. fucking me. the hhn-high lord of night and his big fucking cock. ❞

[loath3d]

he's doing the right thing, that much is obvious as nesta reacts in such a vocal and excited way. he'll even grin to himself at the reality of what's happening, grasp tightening in her hair as an answer is given and his hips grind forward again. it's to tease them both, for it only serves to heighten the male's own excitement and lust for the female beneath him.

just as he's thought himself in control of the moment, though, she's pushing her bottoms down, letting the fabric of her leathers sit just above her knees. rhys is nearly breathless, and he'll inhale her unhindered arousal and close his eyes as he relishes in it. gods, she's beautiful, and he knows she'll feel even better. he growls in response to both the way she touches herself and the look on nesta's face when she glances at him, the movement encouraging him to tug her hair just a little more so that his mouth can hungrily capture hers in a rough and passionate kiss.

it's over quickly, though, rhysand releasing his hold on her completely and putting a few extra inches between them as he unbuckles his leathers and pushes them down below his balls to pull himself out. he'll hold his erect cock at its base, stepping forward to close what little space had been between them. he'll rub himself along her folds before pushing a little further to nestle between them, her wetness coating him; he groans. ❝ hard and fast? ❞ rhys confirms, but knows her answer already as his free hand pushes her upper body back down against the table's surface and his hips angle just right so that he can push himself inside of her. the male isn't too rough in such a movement, though, allowing just passed his tip to fully settle within her warm walls. pulling back, he'll repeat the action until he's just over half buried inside of nesta, eyes closing and head briefly falling back. ❝ talk to me, nesta. do you want more? ❞ rhys pushes forward fully then, cock sheathed within her sex so that his hips are pressed flush to her body, both hands gripping her sides just below her ribs firmly.

[wyldache]

nesta's almost certain she purrs as his cock brushes against the wet of her folds, the stickiness that has built there over time because of him and his warm tongue and the hands he uses to grip nesta so perfectly. she swallows and nods as she finds herself pushed down, her hips hiked up and then–– a deep, guttural gasp emerges from somewhere in her throat. it takes nesta nearly as aback as the fullness she suddenly feels. ❝ gods, yes, ❞ she moans, lids shuttering as she takes more, and more, and eventually all of him. somewhere beneath her, where her feet graze the floor, nesta's toes curl and curl tighter and tighter yet. her walls, wet as they are, grip rhys' cock as though a vise, grabbing onto his length and refusing to let go as he saws into her slowly. each thrust expels the breath from her lungs, and nesta is left thoroughly and utterly breathless, her mouth open as she fights to gather her wits together.

❝ unh–– don't stop. harder, ❞ she pants, her voice raspy and high, her lips swollen from their kisses. even like this, so early yet, she'd never felt so full, so complete, so much pleasure burning through her like fire to parchment. her fingers curl into the edge of the table as she hikes a leg up, allowing rhys better, deeper access into her. her gaze burns where it connects with a mirror on the wall; she wishes she could see the place where they connect, the breadth of him gleaming with her slick as he drives into her. instead, she sees herself, flushed, neck bared. she sees rhysand too, and that is enough to make her throat go dry, her eyes igniting.

he is fucking breathtaking –– his wings tucked behind him, the angular planes of his face intent and focused as he fucks nesta. ❝ tell me, ❞ she forces herself to speak. and nesta clenches, firm as ever, around him. she watches his face all the while. ❝ ––what it feels like. ❞

[loath3d]

his breathing is shaky as nesta's whimpers of pleasure fill the space around them, the male's singular focus on eliciting more of these sounds from her. it's all consuming in a way he can't quite describe nor understand, but this moment isn't about understanding what's happening so much as it's about feeling what's happening. flicking his tongue out against her lips, rhys tries to take her mouth in a hungry kiss, eyes shut tight as hands continue to encourage her slow movements against him.

her voice breaks all thoughts, her demands laid out plain and simple. he'll roll his own hips into nesta's touch then, the female's grasp on him through his leathers controlling in a way he can't quite describe. he'll allow a single groan to escape him, their kiss broken by now as her hand palms him firmly still. ❝ shit... ❞ the male grunts, one hand leaving her ass to instead find its way between them to grasp and knead one of her breasts through her shirt. her nipple is hard, something he notices immediately, and his thumb will dare to rub over and around the bud slowly and teasingly. ❝ your wish is my command. ❞ with that, rhysand steals one last kiss before carefully pushing her only a few steps away, turning her around with ease just as they reach the nearby kitchen table and then pushing her upper body down. grinding against her now, he'll hold tight to her hips and press into them with a low groan. ❝ do you want me to fuck you nice and slow... or hard and fast? ❞ rhys rumbles, one hand remaining at her hip as his other slides up along her back and then grabs her hair, tugging on it so that she's half upright again and his lips are at her ear. ❝ don't make me wait for an answer. i'll make the decision for you if you do. ❞ he is a high lord in control nearly every second of the day, and he hardly minds extending that to this if nesta so chooses.

[wyldache]

it is as though rhysand has somehow understood exactly what nesta needs to give herself over to him. the grip of her hair in his hand startles a sound of pure, wanton need out of her. her cheeks flush, legs quivering. but, with her neck exposed and her back arched just so, nesta's mind is submerged in a blissful haze of submission that has her clenching again and again on nothing. a huff of frustration and she's groaning aloud, ❝ hard. fast. as rough as you can give it. ❞ the idea of gentle, slow sex when rhysand's hardness presses against the seam of her leathers like a sultry promise is impossible to imagine. her head swims as she pictures him driving into her soon. a desperate sound escapes; one nesta is too far gone to acknowledge with anything more than the rock-back of her hips against rhys' own. the depth of her own need surprises her, though it shouldn't. not when she considers how often she'd scornfully touched herself to fantasies of the male behind her.

and perhaps she ought to mention her lack of experience, but the thought doesn't dare cross her mind. she wants this, against all odds, and unless he wants to stop, she certainly won't.

nesta struggles to reach behind, to roll the edges of her leathers down her thighs so she may bare herself to rhys. in the seconds where her fingers linger along her folds, she finds herself wet and warm, positively aching to be filled. she glances over her shoulder, gaze swirling with appreciative hunger. ❝ don't make me wait. ❞

[loath3d]

there's even a slight shudder in nesta's toned frame that the male feels, and it encourages him to press just a little further against her. ❝ it's a promise. ❞ rhys coos against her lips, for he's more than ready to take on such a challenge as tongue caresses nesta's own, control once more claimed.

hands squeeze her ass again, the gesture encouraging her own movements as his thigh acts as the female's personal plaything. ❝ yes... just like that. ❞ it's his turn to shudder as the scent of her fills his nostrils, his mind and body completely taken by it. rhys aches for her and feels himself begin to lose his composure, his own groan falling like honey from parted lips. ❝ tell me what you want, nesta. ❞ he grunts, hips bucking ever so slightly against her; he yearns for more, no matter what this is. it consumes the male.

[wyldache]

her ears burn with the sound of rhysand's heavy groan, the sound so masculine and decadent that it causes her nipples to clearly pebble beneath her shirt. a ragged breath escapes as nesta's core glides along the muscle of his thigh. sparks ignite behind her eyes with every brush against her clothed clit –– it's almost more than she can possibly take... and still not anywhere near enough.

❝ I want-- ❞ she braces, and reaches for his cock, the weight of it firm against her palm. large and straining against the high lord's own leathers. ❝ this. ❞ saliva pools in her mouth as her breasts and tongue grow heavy with desire, with an aching need to feel his length in her mouth, and deep inside her. at once, she can imagine rhys bending her over and–– nesta swallows, and her eyes are darker than the night itself. ❝ ...I want you to fuck me. ❞

[amillixnvoicesarch]

[  MASTURBATE  ] ; the sender catches the receiver masturbating. - ( Sharpay ) @wyrdbones

Here's the thing: when Troy had given Sharpay a key to his apartment ( something Highschool Troy would have never thought possible ) he hadn't counted on her bursting in during the worst possible moment. Or well, maybe not the worst possible moment, but he thinks it's coming pretty close. ( pun NOT intended ).

To be fair, he also hadn't expected her to make it all the way to his bedroom when she hadn't found him in the living area of the apartment, so now he's scrambling to get the bedsheets over his naked body, his face flushing right to the tips of his ears.

"Sharpay!" his voice is a little more high pitched than normal too and shit, he's very much still HARD. "Don't you KNOCK?!"

[wyldache]

sharpay had trotted in, her arms heaped with bags ( she'd gone on an itsy bitsy shopping spree that afternoon, and has bags and bags of cute outfits to get troy's opinion on ), and pouting when she couldn't find @amillixnvoices. she'd let the bags fall to the ground in order to go looking for him, following the sound of... something ( maybe he was injured? ) to his bedroom where she now stands blinking at the sight of him.

❝ uh, I did knock, ❞ she complains, a slow blush starting to rise up and over her face. she might not have what he has under there, but this set up is very familair to her. except when sharpay indulges, it's usually with a lot more candles and satin around. and she can't forget her favorite hot pink toy.

her feet carry her to the edge of troy's bed, and she's still blinking slowly. ❝ do you, um, need any help with that? ❞ her french tips are freshly painted and shine prettily as she reaches for the sheets and insistently tugs them away. ❝ oh- troy... ❞

[loath3d]

neither of them are pushing the other away, both wanting — needing — more and more. drinking in that sweet and delicious whimper, rhys pushes his tongue further into her mouth, fighting the female for dominance. it's once more short lived, though, for he can feel it when she pushes back. it may not be intentional, might not even be consciously done, but she power emanating from her frame has him more than willing to do just about anything nesta archeron might ask. rhys feels the tightness of his pants increase, his hardness easily pushing against the fabric as she presses into him.

thank the gods when she breaks their kiss, rhysand's heart pounding and his breathing labored at the demand. he does just that, pushing her legs apart with his knee before settling it between them — he'll even dare to press up and against her core, warm with arousal even through the fabric of her leathers. ❝ you could throw a please in there next time. ❞ the male dips his head back down to hers, nipping at her lower lip almost aggressively. he wants more.

[wyldache]

the hardness vying for her attention leaves nesta seeing stars for a moment. although, those might just be the ones flashing in rhysand's eyes as she stares up at him, her face flushed and her lips tender. by now the alcohol in nesta's blood has burned away, leaving only desire for the male before her. if she should feel hesitance... in this moment she doesn't. somehow, she cooly responds, ❝ if you want me to beg, you'd better give me something worth begging for. ❞ but nesta's throat bobs as the high lord's knee presses against her. she's certain he can feel her breath catch as her lower lip parts for him, allowing him entry back into her mouth.

she's more concerned with the thigh she's straddling, the firm muscle like iron beneath her weight. nesta rolls her hips along rhysand's leg and pleasure shudders through her, core molten as the rich scent of her desire floods the air between them. but there is more that nesta aches for, more that she needs that she cannot bring herself to ask for quite yet, if ever. instead, she rides his thigh as though it is his cock, moaning into rhysand's mouth, biting at his lip and licking at his tongue as though to remind them both that this? it isn't love.

[loath3d]

there's something in that storm of the female's gaze that tells rhys just how untrue her own words are, how her body is singing for his — and, unsurprisingly, — how his sings for hers in return. he's almost unprepared for the way she pushes harder against him, an action obviously intended to intimidate him but one achieving the exact opposite, but the high lord is fully prepared for what follows.

he practically swallows his own name on her lips, hands greedily finding her hips and sliding them down and around to grasp and squeeze her ass so that they're fully flush against each other. his mouth moves with nesta's own, and he even begins to test the waters in pushing at her arm still at his throat. if she falters in her hold, he intends on taking full advantage of it. to further his intentions, he parts his lips and presses his tongue between the female's pout, a half growl following.

[wyldache]

a silken moan escapes as he tugs her close –– a hidden, obscured urge to be possessed and to possess drove through her. and as rhys' tongue meets her own, nesta flushes at the sound of the torrid little whimper that escapes as her hold falters and her fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt as if to push him away... or more likely, pull him closer. it shouldn't be surprising, this heat roiling between them, but nesta has hidden her desire for the high lord so deep inside she'd almost convinced even herself that it doesn't exist. and now here she is, pressing her hips against his own, seeking the hardness she knows lies waiting for her.

she swallows another desperate whimper and wrenches away from their kiss ( all jasmine and citrus on her tongue ) to pant, ❝ give me your knee. ❞ and it's no relinquishing of power, no admission of defeat or compromise. if anything, it's another gauntlet thrown down: an ice queen demanding what is owed to her.

[loath3d]

there she is, rhys thinks to himself as the female finally speaks. he grins still, taking in every shift in her features, every flicker of her eyes on his own face, and he knows that this is exactly where they're meant to be right now. ❝ is that what you want? to fuck me and my friends and my court? ❞ perhaps he's speaking out of line, but rhys knows that at least part of that statement is true... even if he isn't sure which part, specifically. grinning as his own gaze falls to nesta's lips in response, he'll allow his tongue to trace along his bottom lip, a low grunt escaping him as she seems to push a little harder against him. ❝ some of that can be arranged, but only if you ask nicely. ❞

[wyldache]

she is disgusted by him –– his shit-eating grin, that haughty gaze and the cockiness in his voice –– all of it disgusts nesta as much as it sends a surge of bitter arousal running through her. her core burns as fiercely as the cold, silver fire in her eyes. ❝ you are vile, ❞ she whispers, disdain dripping from every word. but again that mouth distracts her, a furrow forming between her brows as she watches his tongue sweep along his lower. her body presses itself against his, and she can feel all of him. her core clenches, a betrayal she hates to admit to herself.

❝ shut up, rhysand. ❞ and then, nesta, with loathing in her veins, smashes her mouth to his.

[loath3d]

@wyrdhearth asked: ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a wall. ( nesta to rhys? ) — meme

to be in this position with nesta, not even the high lord of the night court saw it coming... or maybe he had. those long glares they'd shot at each other for months now, harsh words spoken in sharp jabs — it's all led up to this. chin tilts up defiantly as the female pins him to the wall, her forearm against his throat. physically, he could easily overpower her, even more so mentally with his powers, but he won't dare. ❝ did i hurt your feelings? ❞ perhaps a foolish thing to say, but the words have escaped his lips before they can be stopped; he'll add an arrogant smirk for good measure.

[wyldache]

rhys is utterly infuriating. nesta's cold glare burns as though it could eat through him. the length of her arm pushes against his throat, but even see can she that she poses no threat to him –– the surge of power it sends through her, though? it nearly sends nesta's head spinning. a swirl of frustration and fury comes boiling to the surface, all of it concentrated on the smug-faced male standing before her. she is not prone to cursing, but as she leans in, her nose grazing against his, she finds she no longer gives a damn about propriety : ❝ fuck you and your friends and your court. ❞

and then there is a moment. a beat. a pause. nesta's gaze slides down, lingering furiously over rhys' mouth... before it flies back up again, even more enflamed.

[astrodickology]

I got pretty eyes so I love to look up when I’m sucking dick

[amillixnvoicesarch]

[  SCRATCH ] ;  the sender scratches the receivers back - ( Lara Croft ) @wyrdbones

So, their jobs are amazing, there's no denying that, but they are also VERY DANGEROUS and life threatening on a daily basis, which means that coming out of a situation like that spikes the adrenaline in their bloodstreams, and while Nate doesn't want to die, he very much enjoys THIS part of surviving another dangerous mission.

"Shit!" He lets out a groan when he feels her fingernails scraping across his back, which he knows is probably bruised, too, so really, what's another few scratches? His hand slips between them to stroke her as he rolls his hips, lips pressed against the skin of her neck. "Close..." he then grits out with another groan.

[wyldache]

desire doesn't always come easily to lara, who would much rather be under three hundred feet of stone than stuck somewhere navigating the complexities of interpersonal relationships. but sometimes there are things a woman needs. she thinks nate understands. if anyone might, it's another tomb-exploring thrill-seeker.

she's slightly less vocal than him; less wordy, though hardly quiet as she gasps with every thrust into her. his cock drives against her so fucking well, but it's nothing in contrast to the stroke he gives her clit. nate's name gets lodged in her throat like a hiccup as lara's hips press up against his. she doesn't do this often –– but she can follow his lead easily. ❝ you can be rougher, ❞ she breathes, panting as sweat drips down her temples. ❝ ju-just don't cum–– ah... inside–– ❞

[notbeingnoticed]

[wyldache]

@earthc0red

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

Baby (2018—) Created by Antonio Le Fosse

[wyldache]

@ehvermore

[smokeswirled]

Sometimes Percy thinks he isn't STRONG enough to stay away from her, but he...manages somehow, up until the point where Keyleth is the one to seek him out, because how on earth could he turn her away when she's right there, on his doorstep, and in his bed? They'll swear it's the last time, though they both know it's a lie.

"I missed you too," He replies, almost soft, reaching up to brush the hair from her face, "And..." He knows it's a MISTAKE, too, to admit to it, but he can't help himself. "Sometimes you're all I think about, Kiki. It's quite...MADDENING."

[wyldache]

keyleth's heart clenches, the pain unbearable as she looks up at percy. he'd always seemed so unruffled to her –– so stoic and put together. until vax'ildan died, and vex'ahlia left, and it was just the two of them struggling to put their broken pieces back together.

❝ you too. ❞ she whispers it quietly, but she knows he can hear how true it is. ❝ sometimes... I even dream about you. you're everywhere. ❞ keyleth wishes she felt half as miserable here as she knows she should. ❝ what do you... what do you think about? when you think about me? ❞

[sordid-popsicle]

Alright love, I’m gonna let you bounce on my cock like an adorable little slut, if you can sit in front of the mirror while you ride me and tell me why you’re my perfect little toy. If you stop talking or say anything mean about yourself , I hold your hips down and you don’t get to feel how good I make you feel sliding in and out of your pretty hole.