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[hyliadestine]

[ AFTER ] our muses initiating another round the morning after their first time.

𝑙𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 , vision of morning rays coming into focus. bare body beneath sheets stretch , ridding herself of morning haze. it is only when the feeling of him against her skin reminds her of the night before. body flushes warm , cheeks staining pink. memories come flooding back , body responding with heat. the thoughts of his touch , his mouth. it's all consuming , all she can focus on. she watches him for moments , the steady rise and fall of his chest. after everything , how lucky they are. a hundred years had past. how unreal it all seems. how different it all seems. their happiness is allowed now , a new era of peace. rebuilding everything , it could wait. how selfish it seems , to pursue her own happiness in this time. but after everything , all @herodestine had given ? do they not deserve a moment of rest ? she moves to stride his hips , resting gently there on his chest. the sound of his heart beat like a lullaby. face nuzzles into the crook of his neck , gentle kisses pressed there against his skin. his name uttered , a soft whisper. she works her way up , lips pressed against his jaw. they continue their path to his ear , gently nipping at his lobe.

[ohsunshine]

🎲 for daniel hehe - 14: a kiss to the stomach / ( @bloodebayou )

Daniel, on his knees before Lourdes, reverent and impatient. He doesn't know if he can touch, or where, though he knows that he wants to. Daniel wasn't always so careful, but he learnt his manners at Armand's feet - he remembers this now, although he does his very best not to think about it. It's easy not to when he tips his head back and looks up at Lourdes, his mouth hanging open with the faintest puffs of desperation.

"Can I -" he begins, then stops, because there's so much that he wants and he doesn't know where to start.

He exhales heavily and leans forward, resting his forehead against Lourdes' abdomen. Through the fine fabric of his shirt, he can feel the faint warmth of his skin beneath and Daniel's dizzy for it. He wants so badly.

His fingers twitch by his sides and he brings his hands up to the hem of Lourdes' shirt. There, he pauses, and closes his eyes. All he needs to do is reach an inch further and he could press his fingertips to bare skin, still hidden beneath his shirt. He wonders if Lourdes would shudder if Daniel dragged a claw down his hipbone, or how he'd react if Daniel pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss just above the waistband of his trousers. One of the greatest joys in life, in Daniel's opinion, is learning a new lover and he cannot wait to learn what Lourdes likes, and then to use it for his pleasure at every given opportunity.

Overcome, Daniel cannot resist rucking his shirt up to press an impatient, hungry kiss to his belly. He lingers close, lips pressed to skin, and exhales again, heavy and aroused. "Yeah," he breathes gratefully. "That okay?"

[slaughterlocked]

❛  you're all mine to use, aren't you?  ❜ ( FROM HENRY HELP ME HELP / @ladyseidr )

IF HE’D HAD MUCH RATIONAL THOUGHT LEFT, HE’D HAVE HIT BACK WITH SOMETHING CLEVER. As it is, his blood is rushing south, away from his brain, so he’s left at a disadvantage, flushed and undone and arching into Henry’s unrelenting touch. “Fuck,” is all he manages at first, breath hot and heavy, clutching around the other’s neck and dragging him down so that their chests press against each other, possessive and impatient, “I don’t need to say it.”

Because he is, of course. Especially like this, but at all times. He’s Henry’s in any way that matters, whether it’s with the damn diner or like this, pressed flush against each other. William’s pupils are blown wide, dizzy with the heavy weight of Henry’s fingers inside him. Already a wreck and they’ve only been at it for minutes. He works himself on Henry’s fingers, biting down on his bottom lip harsh enough to leave it red and blushing. He’ll give praise where it’s due, but he’ll be damned if he voices it aloud before Henry has properly started fucking him. “You can go quicker, you know,” he adds, half a groan, hand curling pointedly into the back of Henry’s hair, “fuck, get a move on.”

[liightbringr]

a gentle reminder that a heavy tipping point in Eva’s maturity stems from having her shit rocked by Zenos in Rhalgar’s Reach. where her lance was broken and therefore his blade caught at her pelvic bone in a now diagonal scar. an inch or so from her navel straight down to her hip at an angle where he nearly gutted her.

the way she could’ve perished.

[runelocked]

“ stop that — we’re in public. ” ( from henry hehe / @ladyseidr )

IN HIS MANY MANY YEARS WITH HENRY, WILLIAM HAS PERFECTED HIS WOUNDED LOOK OF INNOCENCE. He dons it now, casting large confused eyes to the other man . . . completely ignoring the fact they’ve just come out of a meeting about the prospect of building the diner and they’ve literally barely left the building and he’s brushing his hand suggestively against Henry’s thigh, impatient and unashamed. “What?” William says, false puzzlement thick in his voice. “I’m not doing anything.”

Not yet he’s not. But it’s a familiar game: he’ll start with his thighs, and then press closer, tugging the other man into a secluded spot for messy kisses or sly handjobs or flat-out sex before ten minutes has passed. He’s not shy about his infatuation for Henry (though had been cautious enough to ensure nobody had been around to see them here), and the sly gleam in his eye belies the innocence on his features.

“Anyway, you’re being unfair.” Any pretence at playing the fool is dropped instantly when he lowers his voice, turning it something hungry, wanting: “You didn’t see how you looked in that meeting. I wanted to rip the clothes off you then and there, love. You really should be thanking me for being patient.”

[lumikinetics]

knuckles deep in jubes and her playlist rolls over to techno syndrome (mortal kombat) bc she accidentally clicked on her workout playlist .

[skaifather]

i don't lke to slutshame people but... thor's a whore

[deathswcrn-a]

let bree peg your male muses. as a treat.

[ohsunshine]

🌿 Louis, for Daniel. teehee! / ( @byteing )

"For old time's sake?" Daniel dangles the mistletoe, pinched between forefinger and thumb, over Louis' head and leans in hopefully. Nevermind that apparently nothing happened between them all those years ago; a lifetime of thinking that it did basically means that it was real, right?

"C'mon, Louis," he carries on, dragging out the vowels in a passable imitation of Lestat: Louieee, he says, and then snorts and rolls his eyes at himself. Maybe not the best time to remind Louis of his maybe-ex, not when he's oh-so-hopeful about spending a happy evening with his tongue and maybe more down Louis' throat.

"T'is the season and all that. It's what Mary and Joseph would want. Oh, right, lapsed Catholic these days, huh? How about this: I've heard I'm pretty good. Never had any complaints from -- you know," he drops his voice to a stage whisper in the hopes of earning a laugh from Louis, rays of sun bursting through heavy grey clouds, "The Ex Wives. You're missing out, man. But, hey. No hard feelings if you don't wanna. Your loss." Easy assurances given, because as much as he's an asshole - and aware of it, thank you very much - he not that kind of asshole.

[slaughterlocked]

[ torture ] — your muse teases my muse’s cock/clit/breasts/genitals until they’re begging ( rosa oops )

USUALLY, HE’S VOCAL IN BED. IT HADN’T ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY. It had taken Rosa to coax noise from him at first, too ashamed he’d been of his own admission of pleasure. In recent years, he’d outgrown his somewhat childish reticence, and like many areas in his life couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Unless, of course, his mouth was preoccupied with better things.

The only noises he’s been making between her thighs are breathless, rough groans; heady gasps; the occasional smug hum when he gets her reaction from above him. Time seems nonexistent here: she’s dripping, sweetly, and his tongue is relentless, desirous. But from her moans and near - wordless pleas, William knows he’s nearly pushed her to the edge.

He’s always found a subtle pleasure in taking things apart, putting them back together again. Having Rosa at his mercy is no different.

And so he pulls back, for breath and to tease, licking his lips and bracing himself between her sensitive thighs. For a moment William is content to linger, his hot breaths against her skin, her lips, her clit. And then he speaks: low, gravelly, adoring.

“ My Rosa, ” he breathes; he’s not unaffected himself, straining hard and thick in his pants, trying to cling to some composure while bringing his wife to ruin, “ gorgeous. Gorgeous, gorgeous — — You can hold on a little longer for me, can’t you ? ”

[lockedtowers]

SEXUAL TRAITS

bold - yes, italic - maybe, strike - no

CASSANDRA EDITION

INCLINATIONS/HABITS

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with multiple people at one time | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | prefers sex any time | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual

BODY/APPEARANCE

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears briefs | wears boxer-briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9" in length | 10" or over in length | uncut | cut

SOUNDS

is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk

TURN-ONS/KINKS

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched (by their partner) | being watched (by a third party) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘daddy’ / ‘mommy’ | being called ‘daddy’ / ‘mommy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting/marking | being bitten/marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging their partner | whipping | being whipped

PLACES:

in a bedroom | in a shower/bath | in a pool/ocean | in a kitchen | in a bathroom (home) | in a bathroom (public) | in a car | in a tent | in an alleyway | in a field/forest | at a school | in an empty/abandoned building | in a library | on a rooftop/terrace | in a dressing room | in an elevator | in a parking lot | at a museum | at a cemetery | at a beach | in a closet | at a hospital

TAGGED BY: swiped from @solismedical TAGGING: you!

[aposthates]

you seem to know what you're doing. // GOOD BC FEN DOESNT

PERHAPS IT SHOULD NOT PLEASE HIM SO MUCH AS IT DOES to have this over fenris . . . not their intimacy in itself, BUT THE EXPERIENCE. HARDLY EVEN STARTED, YET EACH AND EVERY BRUSH OF WIDE PALMS ACROSS HIS NARROW CHEST HAS BEEN MET WITH GREAT TREMBLES . . . poorly suppressed. and the hammering of the elven heart was thunderous in itself. IT'S QUITE ROMANTIC, ACTUALLY. for if you observed the two of them without prior knowledge, assumption might dictate that fenris might be the one more well-versed in the art of intimacy. however in reality, anders was the guiding force here. AN UNSURE DESCENT INTO SUCH AN ARRANGEMENT ENTIRELY COMPENSATED FOR BY A SOFT AND TRUSTING HAND. magic entirely absent from healing fingertips, and instilling trust to try and bridge the gap where such was still brewing.

HOWEVER THIS CERTAINLY WASN'T HOW HE IMAGINED IT. he expected something venomous, and boisterous and sudden. CLASHING TEETH LIKE THEIR DUELING WORDS, AND CUTTING LIPS TO FLOOD IRON 'CROSS BOTH OF THEIR TONGUES. however, such revelations . . . the openness displayed? IT SOFTENED ANDERS IMMENSELY. AS DID THE BOARDERS, TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS THEY HAD TO CROSS TO GET HERE. the mental strength fenris has begun to work through. IT SEEMED... UNBECOMING TO CROSS THE THRESHOLD OF THEIR ULTIMATE TRUST WITH ANY MEASURE OF CRUELTY.

"we've barely even done anything yet." HIS NOSE PUSHES FENRIS', ANGLING HIS FACE TO OFFER A KISS, AND THEN ANOTHER. DEVILISHLY FLEETING. teasing him, because he frankly finds himself unable to resist. SUCH A FACT GLITTERING SOFTLY IN HIS AMBER EYES. mouth returning to cocked smirk, as he trails flattened hands lower. MEMORIZING THE SLOPES AND RIDGES OF HIS RIBCAGE, until finally, he grips fenris' hips. thumbs swiping bones as he presses him firmly against the wall he had already been leaning against. ONLY TO GROUND HIM, with no such violence or intent to control threaded within. HE COULDN'T. NOT TO HIM. NOT NOW.

"but you're doing great, you know." he starts. "i know it can be . . . overwhelming." foreheads press as he raises one palm to cup his cheek, using it to angle his face upward. "this isn't how i imagined it. somehow, i thought that it would be.. i don't know. angrier. more hateful. but i couldn't do that to you.. not knowing." HE DOESN'T CUT HIMSELF OFF, YET LETS IT GO UNSPOKEN. knowing it's his first time. but he doesn't want to say too much, to scare him off. if he hadn't done so already. 'thank you, for trusting me' riding the tip of his tongue as it passes through the elf's lips.

@suledine. melt into me.

[skyheld]

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay . And a kiss that seals a promise for maxima and shianni

kisses more kisses | @mercysought

Late morning light is streaming in between the plain curtains in front of the window, and Shianni knows she should get up and get started with her duties of the day. A list lies ready for her on the desk in her small study. The stalls are already opened on the small market by the Vhenadahl, she can hear people walking by on the street below, calling out greetings and today's offer of fresh-baked bread. She has been awake for some time, thinking that she should get up. But her nose is buried in Maxima's hair, her arms around the other woman as they lay beneath the covers. Maxima's spine is perfectly fitted to the curve of her body. She doesn't want to leave.

A dog barks outside, and Maxima is stirring against her, yawning. She turns over onto her back, still in Shianni's arms, until she can turn her head and look at her, bleary-eyed and smiling faintly. The sheet has left an imprint on her cheek and there is a smear of lipstick on the side of her jaw-not from Shianni wearing it but from Maxima kissing her with it until her lips were stained enough to leave their own marks. Seeing it, the faint image of her lips on Maxima, Shianni thinks she ought to start wearing lipstick.

Their first kiss of the morning is slow and sleepy, Shianni's hand travelling down Maxima's arm to draw her closer.

"It's late", Maxima says, pulling back with a disappointed frown. "I have work to do, and so do you."

"Mmmm. Nothing that can't wait for this", Shianni says, lips barely lifting from her skin as she trails kisses along Maxima's jaw, to the soft spot beneath her ear. "We can stay. A little while", she says, lips moving down the pale throat as Maxima's hand comes up to bury its fingers in her hair and she makes a noise that sets Shianni's whole body on fire.

A breathy laugh as her clavicle is reached. "You are very persuasive, Bann Tabris."

"I know", Shianni says, grinning. Then she pauses, lifting her head. She can read Maxima, she knows what her tells are, but it never hurts to make sure. "Though if you really have to leave..."

"I don't." She laughs again, inhaling, the hand at the back of Shianni's head pressing down just slightly, giving the gentlest of guidance. Shianni takes it, inching down Maxima's body. "Not yet. A little while longer. Just promise me it won't cause you any trouble."

"I promise, lady Aurum", Shianni says, her head dipping down between Maxima's breasts, her lips finding new spots for kisses.

[ohsunshine]

happy sunday dani.el moll.oy's sucking and fucking his way around the world on his book tour

[muutosarchive]

“ i could be your toy. “ for mike !

🍒 @ncvabcrn . *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"oh yeah?" mike's brows are immediately raised at that, interest sparked in his brain the moment that it hits the air. he meanders forth, falling into the couch. crossing ankles whilst putting an arm around their shoulders.

"so that's what you want, huh?" he asked, his brows raised. "you like being someone's toy?" he leans in, his other hand landing on their thigh. they'd be the perfect toy, he must admit. if you were explorative, at least.

he leans into their ear, smirking before biting on their earlobe softly. "well, be careful what you wish for -- because i'm known to take my time, when it comes to my favorites."

[uruuk]

5d from the spicy meme u rb on your multi. you can't stop me

"ELROND -" SOMEHOW, THE LORD OF THE URUKS HAS NEVER QUITE FELT SO LORDLY AS WHEN HE HUMBLY BECAME THE THRONE. SPRIGS OF CHESTNUT HAIR FALLEN OVER EARS where the rest are tamed and tucked behind the point. HIS VOICE AS IT SPEAKS HIS NAME IS LOW. COARSE, BUT STEEPED IN WANT. leading, and inflected with a wave of pleasure as he finds he has little control of lithe hips winding midsection above his more sturdy form. THE METHODICAL AND LUMBERING BRUTE STRENGTH OF ORCS MEETS THE BEAUTY AND GRACE OF ELF'S SILK AND FLUID COMBAT. chin wrapped around and resting upon an angled ribcage, as the curl adorned head turned away to watch his debasement. ( something that had undoubtedly aroused him, achingly so ). for knowing now he could not truly taint him, the taboo of their union to his kind was admittedly pleasing when presented at this very surface level. ELROND IS NONE SO HATEFUL, NOR DISCRIMINATORY. not now . . . not anymore.

BLUE-GREYS FLUTTER CLOSED WITH OPEN MOUTH AS ONE OF TWO ANCHORED HANDS MOVES FROM IMMACULATE REAR MUSCULATURE, AND SWIPES ALONG THE SMALL OF HIS BACK. using the newfound leverage to tug his conquest closer, and perhaps regain his attention. lidded gaze open in a flutter of lengthy lashes, and chin lifted towards the exposed chest. PRESSING HIS HARSH CHEEK IN REVERENCE AND ALLOWING A LOSS OF HIMSELF ONCE MORE. . . . for shuddery breath escapes before he once again turns his gaze upward to peer upon him. SOMEHOW HE STILL FINDS HIMSELF OVERWHELMED, AND DOUBTS THIS WILL CHANGE WITH THE NUMBER OF TIMES THEY SHARE IN ONE ANOTHER. as he is so beautiful, and though hundreds of years may pass in the blink of an eye . . . his body lacks remembrance of such pleasure. black lined thighs spread wide and shuddering beneath sure hips, whilst sat himself upon the wide-backed chair where the two had first spoken. "elrond . . ." he speaks it again, lathing tongue over soft rose peaking hard enough to tempt his teeth to close in. a low groan escaping him as hips begin to push insistently into seeking, insistent heat -- TAKING TO NOSING HIS CHEST AS HE WORKS TO CATCH HIS BREATH.

HIS BODY, ALL OVER, BEARS THE SAME RAISED AND UNSIGHTLY APPEARANCE OF HIS FACE. CRISS-CROSSED MARKS, WOUNDS AND BLACK VEINS CAUSING A ROUGH SURFACE, MET WITH SUCH PERFECTION AS HE. soft pink blush of activity and soft sheen of elven sweat 'pon his perfect brow. "look at me." he demands finally as he leans back in his seat. his hands sliding 'round to grip hips and take control of the movements. even with his eyes singing wide and deep with pleas for affection. NOVELTY OF THE UNDOUBTEDLY SALACIOUS TRAJECTORY OF ELVEN EYES, LOST IN BEING ALL BUT IMPALED BY THE LIKES OF A URUK, HAVING WORN OFF. the soft furrow between his brows speaking wondrously loud, while fingers reach to toy with pointed ear. rolling his thumb along the curve. HIS NERVES ARE BEGINNING TO BECOME ALIGHT, EMBLAZENED WITH EACH INCIDENTAL BRUSH. urgency betraying him. "you would make me beg, for that which I have already lain claim to?" his eyes narrow softly.

@elr0nds. super secret meme.