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“most people don’t react well to sharp teeth sinking into their throat. don’t actively seek it out.” well. there’s something wrong with me. Is that a problem

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@johnnyssexytimes asked : ❛  oral .   to  give  my  muse  oral .

their   mind   is   a   mess,   legs   hooked   around   him   as   he   dives   his   tongue   deep   into   their   heat.   with   each   grunt   and   groan   and   growl   that   reverberates   through   them   they   find   themselves   spinning   further   into   the   heated   fog   of   desire   that   grips   them   to   their   core.   fingers   are   twisted   in   his   hair   as   their   breath   is   stolen,   hitching   and   clipped   moans   filling   the   room   as   their   other   hand   clasps   tight   over   their   mouth   in   some   feeble   attempt   to   silence   themselves.

❝   jo   -   ohnny!   ❞   it's   more   a   soft   squeak   of   his   name   between   their   gasps   as   they   feel   him   grip   them   tighter,   firm.   [   little   rabbit   caught   in   his   jaws,   as   if   there   was   any   other   place   they   were   meant   to   be   ]   back   arching   as   jaw   falls   slack   and   a   muffled   moan   rips   from   their   lips.   teeth   sink   deep   into   their   lip   hard   enough   to   ache   dully,   taste   of   copper   in   their   mouth   as   their   legs   tremble,   one   hooked   'round   his   shoulder   pressing   him   further   -   deeper.   [   𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦   𝘮𝘦   𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳!   𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦   𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴   𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,   𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧!   ]

they're   on   the   precipice   of   it,   can   feel   the   heat   and   pressure   in   their   gut   as   their   walls   tense   and   twitch   wildly   around   his   tongue,   almost   spiraled   over   the   edge   as   he   takes   their   throbbing   clit   into   his   mouth   and   sucks   --   &   some   sobbing   moan   rips   from   them,   sharp   gasping   cutting   it   short   as   their   mind   buzzes.

grip   on   his   hair   tightens,   like   some   little   tease   of   their   own   as   the   laps   languidly   at   their   oversensitive   bud   obediently   and   watches   how   they   squirm   helplessly   in   his   grip.

❝   y - you're   such   a   fuckin'   tease.   ❞  

they   mewl   pathetically,   heat   blooming   in   their   cheeks   at   how   meek   they   sound.   any   defiance   bleeding   away   to   desperation.   [   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸   𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘩𝘦   𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴   ]   -   likes   when   they   beg   for   him,   likes   when   they   give   in   to   all   their   desperation   and   let   loose.   all   those   things   he   teases   them   for   the   day   after,   and   they   would   huff   and   roll   their   eyes   and   grumble   and   fight   the   grin   twitching   at   their   lips.   because   he   wasn't   endearing,   he   wasn't!

but   that   was   later   [ . . . ]   now,   however.   now   their   ichor,   that   sweet   arousal   is   soaking   from   their   folds   as   they   laps   at   it   dutifully,   sucking   their   folds   and   watching   how   they   twitch   and   tremble   as   if   it's   the   sweetest   thing   he   could   drink   in.   as   if   they   were   all   he   wanted.   [   𝒐𝒓   𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆   𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚   𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕   𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅   𝒕𝒐   𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚   𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅   ]   &   every   growl   that   reverberates   through   their   hot   core   has   they   heady   and   drunk   off   of   the   feeling   of   it.   off   of   𝐇𝐈𝐌.

arm   is   draped   over   their   eyes,   having   completely   given   up   on   being   silent   as   the   room   fills   with   their   cries   of   bliss   and   the   wet   smacking   and   heated   grumbles   and   breaths   granted   by   the   wolf   upon   them.   at   the   edge,   mere   moments   of   the   height   of   their   pleasure   before   he   stops   again   and   they   sob.   they   can   feel   that   toothy   grin   splitting   his   lips   as   he   nips   and   kisses   along   their   inner   thigh   and   they   tremble   uncontrollably   beneath   him.

❝   please,   johnny.   I   c   -   I   can't   -   I   need   --   ❞  

so   many   half   finished,   desperate   little   mewls   from   his   plaything   that   so   perfectly   convey   their   helpless   desperation   as   they   gasp   and   arch.

❝   don't   make   me   say   it.   ❞

they   whine   in   some   bratty   defiance,   something   short   lived   and   begging   to   be   broken.

° ˈ· • [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ] . . . always accepting ! ;))

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@focusfw asked : ❛  please  touch  me .  ❜ ok well…?

&   they're   timid.   [   𝒉𝒐𝒘   𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅   𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚   𝒏𝒐𝒕   𝒃𝒆!   ]   the   first   time   they've   gotten   this   far,   the   way   their   hands   deftly   hover   over   her   skin   but   don't   dare   to   connect   as   heated   kisses   are   sought   after   until   their   mind   is   heady   and   they   are   breathless.   they   would   remain   on   bended   knees   until   they   ached   and   taste   every   part   of   her   with   such   vigor   in   some   heated   devotion   if   only   given   the   chance!   --   [   𝐭𝐡𝐞   𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧   ]

heat   blooms   in   their   cheeks   as   their   lips   finally   part   from   connie's   own,   their   eye   half   lidded   and   hazy   with   pupil   blown   wide   in   ecstasy.   [   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐓𝐎   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏   𝐇𝐄𝐑   ]   &   when   she   speaks   it's   like   a   commandment,   not   merely   asking   because   that   would   mean   there   was   any   other   answer   they'd   consider   than   :   𝘰𝘧   𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.   𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘧𝘰𝘳   𝘺𝘰𝘶.

their   core   aches   dully,   impatient   thing   it   is,   as   jamie's   nods   with   a   thick   swallow   and   stutters   out.

❝   o   -   okay.   ❞

so   graceless   and   nervous   in   their   ministrations at first,   cautious   like   they   don't   believe   they   have   the   right   to   touch   her   -   the   right   to   love   her.   they   are   all   vile   and   bitter   and   cruel   and   she   is   stern   and   soft   and   loved.   their   hands   roam   timidly,   their   explorations   beginning   along   her   chest   and   grazing,   groping   adoring   the   supple   flesh   there   as   their   mouth   follows   suit.   open   mouthed   kisses   trailed   down   her   neck,   her   collarbone,   the   center   of   her   chest.   [   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵   𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵   𝘵𝘰   𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭   𝘩𝘦𝘳   𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘢𝘳𝘦   𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥.   𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵   𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵   𝘩𝘦𝘳   𝘵𝘰   𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭   𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨   𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵   𝘰𝘧   𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦.   ]

&   they   will   love   her   like   a   mutt.   loyal   and   messy   and   bowing   their   head   in   respect.   in   fear.   in   the   inherent   knowing   that   perhaps   they   do   not   deserve   the   right   to   love   her   at   all.   but   she   has   granted   them   permission   and   they   would   never   run   from   their   communion.

they   trail   down,   down,   down,   careful   and   slow.   adoring   every   inch   of   flesh   they   were   permitted.   [   𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵   𝘴𝘢𝘺   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥   𝘥𝘰   𝘢𝘴   𝘴𝘩𝘦   𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 !   ]   taking   their   time   kissing   along   her   stomach   as   their   hands   run   along   her   bare   thighs,   back   and   forth,   coaxing   softly.   kisses   are   trailed   along   inner   thigh,   giving   pause   as   that   softened   brown   eye   flicker   up   to   her   striking   green   ones.   and   jamie   is   searching   them,   searching   for   permission,   trying   to   figure   out   what   she   wants.   if   she   wants.

finally,   comes   their   soft   voice   as   they   fumble   with   the   words,   mind   heated   and   foggy.   eye   is   half   lidded,   hazy,   locked   on   her   as   they   remain   on   their   knees   and   they   practically   moan   it.

❝   c   -   can   I   . . .   ?   ❞

if   it   was   sacrilege   to   deny   any   god,   to   bend   at   the   knee   only   for   her,   then   they   would   die   happily   a   heretic.   if   only   it   meant   she'd   take   them   in   her   embrace,   into   her   wet   heat   and   let   them   taste   it   deep   and   slow.   they   want   her   fingers   in   their   hair,   they   want   to   hear   her   breath   hitch,   to   hear   her   come   undone.

it’d   be   the   only   blessing   they   could   ask   for.   as   close   to   heaven   they   could   be ! :   bowed   between   her   thighs,   at   her   mercy,   always.

° ˈ· • [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ] . . . always accepting ! ;))

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@johnnyssexytimes asked : ❛  collapse .   to  break  a  bed  during  sex  with  my  muse .

the   snap   of   his   hips,   the   pace,   the   heat   &   hunger   and   being   claimed   is   𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.   to   be   desired   was   a   thrill   all   its   own   -   always   too   rough   around   the   edges,   no   sweet   soft   thing.   but   that   was   never   a   problem,   not   for   Johnny.   found   his   way   in   (   𝘩𝘦   𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴   𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴   )   --   and   maybe   that   was   it,   the   thing   that   keeps   them   running   back   for   more.   he   never   asked   them   to   pretend   to   be   anything   but   the   animal   they   were.   to   him,   they   were   a   rabbit   in   a   snag.   soft   and   gentle   and   fragile.   (   &   𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦   𝘵𝘰   𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺   𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵   𝘢𝘴   𝘪𝘧   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘢𝘳𝘦.   )

remembers   with   grit   teeth   and   sneer   how   they   had   proclaimed   that   their   encounters   were   a   one   time   thing,   and   yet   here   they   are.   another   seedy   motel,   another   night   spent   tearing   apart   the   room.   it   was   more   like   𝐓𝐖𝐎   𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃   𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒   𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

volume   was   a   problem   as   it   was,   no   means   to   stifle   all   their   moans   and   whimpers   as   he   reaches   some   unrelenting   pace   and   depth.   the   squealing   of   the   old   bed   as   its   rickety   frame   shakes   back   and   forth.   their   hands   tearing   marks   down   his   back   as   they   feel   the   rise   of   heat   and   pressure   in   their   gut.   familiar,   but   not   the   first   time   tonight   (   𝘯𝘰𝘳   𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥   𝘪𝘵   𝘣𝘦   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵.   )   he   grips   the   headboard   as   it   smashes   against   the   wall   and   the   wood   groans   in   protest,   though   it's   lost   beneath   the   haze   and   crescendo   of   passion   and   desperation.

jamie   moans   something   frantic   and   snarled   in   passion   with   some   heated   desperation   that   they   wouldn't   admit   to   tomorrow.   mind   swimming   in   ecstasy.   even   in   the   dim   lighting   they   can   see   that   wolfish   grin   twitching   onto   his   lips   as   he   ducks   down   for   them,   and   they   drag   him   in   all   the   same. desperate for another taste of him.

their   heart   is   pounding,   thrumming   harsh   in   their   chest.   thrilled   and   allured   by   the   taste   of   him   always,   heady kisses   stolen   between   their   own   fervent   moans   and   desperate   begging.   he   tastes   like   cheap   booze   and   blood & they can't get enough. must've been out hunting, they reckon, no empathy for the prey struck down, not when he tastes so divine like this. only wish they could've caught a glimpse of it, the way the corners of his mouth curl and quirk. that smugness to his grin, the intensity of those dark eyes.

( 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. )

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐓𝐎   𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑   𝐇𝐈𝐌   𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄 !   can't   seem   to   get   enough,   they   wonder   if   he's   put   it   together   by   now   -   the   desperation   and   hunger   in   their   kisses   when   they're   close.   the   pace   he   sets   as   he   snaps   his   hips   would   affirm   this,   waiting   for   the   moment   they   part   just   to   delve   deep   into   their   heated   core   and listen to their clipped moans.   it   makes   them   hazy.

jaw   is   slack   and   another   languid   moan,   another   desperate,   hungry   ramble   falls   from   their   lips.   raunchy   and   embarrassing,   but   they   can't   help   themselves.   steals   the   breath   from   their   lungs   with   every   kiss,   every   nerve   is   set   alight   and   buzzling   with   passion,   pressure,   𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓.   his   teeth   on   their   throat,   marking   them,   tasting,   them   all   of   it   screaming   :   𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦!   𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦!   𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄!

the   slapping   of   skin,   the   smell   of   sex   filling   the   room   and   overpowering   the   rickety   sound   of   the   wooden   frame   that   seems   to   be   hanging   on   by   a   thread.   the   wetness   of   their   core   tightening   around   him   as   he   delves   in   deep,   hard   and   𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓.

❝   n'you're   gonnaaahha!   --   geddus   n'troubleee   --   ❞

slurred   messily   through   heated   haze   that   settles   in   their   mind   and   body   as   he   rams   into   tender   nerves   over   and   over.   but   the   worry   is   short   lived   as   a   crack   abruptly   shatters   the   evening   and   the   bed   frame   finally   gives   way.   momentum   sending   them   spinning   headlong   into   another   climax   as   they   tighten   around   him   with   an   embarrassingly   wet   noise.   a   wild   thing   left   twisting   and   screaming   into   the   air,   howling   some   obscenities'   and   begging   for   things   they'd   never   repeat   tomorrow.   one   phrase   -   & an   order   howled   as   if   he   needed   any   reminder   of   why   they   were   here.

❝   don't   stop!   ohh   god,   fuckin   fill   me! fuckfuckfuck!   ❞

they'd   deal   with   the   regret   of   giving   him   the   satisfaction   of   saying   that   later.   the   same   could   be   said   of   the   harsh   knocking   and   yelling   from   the   man   at   the   door,   though   it's   lost   beneath   their   own   howling   and   begging.   they   think   hear   a   door   unlock   but   don't   bother   unhooking   their   legs   from   his   hips,   the   unrelenting   pace   johnny   sets   driving   them   wild   as   they   hide   themselves   in   his   chest   from   the   hotel   owner.

bashfulness be damned, they were certain they'd be banned either way. may as well get their fill.

° ˈ· • [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ] . . . always accepting ! ;))

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@johnnysslaughter asked : ❛ mirror . to have sex with my muse in front of a mirror .

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲   𝐰𝐚𝐬   𝐚   𝐬𝐢𝐧   𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡   𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞   𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭   𝐨𝐧   𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞'𝐬   𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥   -   looking   into   mirrors   were   usually   rather   sour   reminders   of   all   they   were   not:   soft,   pretty,   delicate.   but   that   was   hardly   the   reason   for   their   reluctance   to   look   now,   heat   burning   in   their   face   and   nipping   the   tips   of   their   ears   so   feverishly   they   think   they   may   faint.   another   thick   swallow   as   they   stifle   a   moan,   choked   back   into   some   stuttered   breath   through   their   nose.   then   their   lips.   

they   can   feel   johnny   toying   with   them,   don't   need   to   open   their   eyes   to   know   that   toothy   grin   is   curled   onto   his   lips   as   he   nips   at   their   ear,   their   neck.   (  𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥   𝘩𝘦   𝘸𝘢𝘴,   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩   𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸   𝘩𝘰𝘸   𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦   𝘵𝘰   𝘪𝘵.   )   &   jamie   knows   what   he   wants.   his   movements   are   painfully   slow,   teasing,   tantalizing.   every   pulse   they   feel   through   his   length   makes   them   lightheaded,   folds   twitching   eagerly.   their   core   aches   for   more   attention,   leg   lifted   and   held   in   place   as   they   lay   on   their   side   in   front   of   the   hotel's   mirror.

a   jagged   moan   rips   from   their   throat   as   he   snaps   his   hips   up,   reaches   them   deep   in their core,   makes   them   dizzy   again.   of   all   the   things   they'd   howl   in   the   heat   of   all   their   ravenous   hunger,   they   simply   couldn't   bare   to   watch   as   he   claimed   them   like   this.   gripping   the   bedsheets   so   tight   knuckles   are   white,   only   tightens   further   as   they   feel   his   fingers   toy   and   rub   at   their   abused clit   with   practiced   ease.   an   act   that   elicits   a   soft   groan   as   expression   softens   from   that   harsh   concentration.   they �� can   feel   their   fingers   ache,   hand   shakes   as   it   grips   the   sheets.   his gentle   coaxing,   playful   as   ever   and   it   drove   them   wild.   that   rumbling   purr   of   his   voice   reverberating   through   them   as   he   breathes   hot   and   heavy   against   their   flesh.

❝   c'mon,   don't   y'wanna   see?   ❞

no,   no   they   don't   want   to   see, don't know how he can take it!   they   don't   know   how   he   can   stand   all   that   eye   contact when they wilt every time!   (   𝘧𝘢𝘳   𝘵𝘰𝘰   𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦   𝘧𝘰𝘳   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮,   𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮,   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘺𝘦𝘵   . . .   )   how   vulnerable   they   felt   when   he   looked   into   them   and   saw   them.   it   was   different   with   him,   different   in   a   way   they   couldn't   place.   didn't   have   the   words   for,   especially   not   now.   they   tip   their   head   back   just   a   bit   as   they   feel   his   hot   breath   roll   over   their   throat.   a   tantalizing   little   lure   for   him   to   contend   with   now,   feels   lips   and   teeth   on   their   neck   as   always   and   then   the   growling   -   spoken   against   skin.

❝   look   at   me.   ❞

it   makes   them   weak   in   their   core   and   they   know   they've   been   caught.   their   expression   melting   completely   as   they   whine   and   they   feel   his   lips   twitch   wider   in   that   smug   grin.   eye   flutters   open   bashfully   observing   them   both   in   the   mirror   and   stealing   the   breath   from   them.   or   rather,   it   would   have   if   johnny   didn't   first.   the   quick   movement   of   his   hips   drag   a   noise   from   jamie   that   they're   not   proud   of.   eye   falling   shut   again   but   occasionally   fluttering   open   to   try   and   carry   through   with   his   "command"   ---   (   𝘢𝘴   𝘪𝘧   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺   𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵   𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦   𝘵𝘰   𝘩𝘪𝘮   𝘰𝘯𝘦   𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘯   𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦   𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴   𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥   𝘵𝘰   𝘵𝘳𝘺   𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.   𝘢𝘴   𝘪𝘧   𝘪𝘵   𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵   𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦   𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮   𝘸𝘦𝘵   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮   𝘢𝘯𝘥   𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥   𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵   𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥   𝘩𝘪𝘮   𝘰𝘯   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘦   𝘰𝘧   𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴   𝘧𝘰𝘳   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩   𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦   𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.   )

❝   -- can't.   I   chh--   ❞

their   whining   is   staggered,   trailing   off   to   a   sobbing   moan   as   they   tremble   on   him. his pace is unrelenting as they steal glances, their jaw slack as they fill the air with their desperate moans.   finally turning   their   head   instead   to   sink   their   teeth   harsh   into   their   own   knuckle,   trying   in   desperation   to   keep   themselves   from   coming   so   soon ( again ).   although   it's   quite   obvious   with   how   they   squirm   and   buck   in   his   firm   grip   that   they're   not   far   off . . .

° ˈ· • [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ] . . . always accepting ! ;))

[bitessbad]

@johnnysslaughter asked : ❛  i’ve  barely  even  started .  ❜

𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆,   quick   to   make   them   flush   harder   in   aggravation   as   his   practiced   movements   reduce   them   to   a   trembling   mess.   back   of   their   hand   is   pressed   to   their   lips,   eye   darting   away   from   looking   down   on   him   as   he   works   &   gaze   hardening   in   annoyance   that   dances   with   bashfulness   on   their   complexion.   

hesitation   in   their   eye   as   they   lower   their   hand   and   gnaw   their   bottom   lip   as   though   in   thought.   contemplation   finally   giving   way   as   they   quietly   heave   a   stuttered   sigh   as   they   have   seemingly   run   out   of   mouthy   remarks   to   make   up   for   their   inexperience.

❝   yeah   well,   I   --   ❞

words   choked   upon,   as   though   they   lost   their   courage   halfway   through   and   give   way   to   a   whine   instead   as   eye   flutters   closed   and   they   arch   eagerly   in   response   to   his ministrations.   tempting   fingers   &   his   lips   against   the   supple   flesh   of   their   hip.   a   soft   taste   of   their   flesh,   tucked away between a beauty mark and their lower abdomen.   breath   hitches   before   they   catch   themselves,   attempting   to   will   the   haze   of   lust   and   hunger   from   their   mind   as   they   try   again.   fingers   curl   in   his   hair,   pull   taut   as   their   hazy   half   lidded   eye   catches   his   own   again.   [   𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁   𝑇𝐻𝐸𝐼𝑅   𝐸𝑌𝐸𝑆   𝑀𝐸𝐸𝑇,   𝐼𝑇’𝑆   𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸   𝐿𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺 !   ]

they   find   their   voice,   but   only   for   a   moment.

❝   – I've   never   [ . . . ]   ❞   

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄,   𝐈𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇?   or   would   he   make   them   say   it   plainly?   annoyance   and   irritation   remain   twinging   on   their   expression   but   are   short   lived,   only   ever   playing   the   brat   when   it   served   them.   as   if   they'd   ever   make   it   easy   for   him.   

❝   y - y'know,   [ . . . ]   never   had   any   reason   for   it.   ❞   

tacked   on   later,   as   an   afterthought.   because   they   didn't   need   anyone,   didn't   want   anyone   before.   not   like   now,   not   like   him.   

❝   don't   be   a freak   about   it,   just   sh -- shut   up   and   put   that   pretty   mouth   to   work   already.   ❞   

it's   snapped   roughly,   fighting   a   grin   from   their   lips   as   they   see   his   own   grow.   heat   blooming   in   their   cheeks   further   as   they   raise   the   back   of   their   hand   to   their   mouth   again,   concealing   the   grin   that   twitches   onto   their   lips.   

(   bastard,   johnny   was   a   bastard.   but   he   was   theirs.   )

° ˈ· • [ 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 ] . . . always accepting ! ;))

[bitessbad]

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 .