#sex law

[theygender]

The more I learn about judaism the more I wonder where tf christianity got all its bad shit. Why is divorce a sin in christianity when judaism has recognized the right to divorce for nearly a millennia and has codified religious laws for it. Why does christianity consider sex to be dirty (to the point where puritans considered it a sin to enjoy having sex with your own spouse) when in judaism it's considered holy and it's a literal mitzvah to have sex with your spouse on the sabbath. Why does christianity consider it a sign that you're faithless if you question your religion when in judaism that's considered an essential part to developing your faith. I'm probably stating the obvious here but I still can't get over the fact that there's no historical basis to any of this shit before christianity started, it's like christians just said "hey guys what if we took the torah and built a new religion around it but this time it was actively hostile to human life"

[sualne]

a comic that came to me in a vision

[bby-deerling]

sex shooter (law x reader nsfw)

evil sex with law :^)

18+, mdni, nsfw, wc: 649 masterlist

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns used), pwp, choking, rough sex, controlling law, law doms you, fingering, a bit angsty, established relationship, law is complicated

tagging: @eelnoise @themushroomofdeath @wolfegoddess @starlightkitten19

Law’s kisses carried with them an undercurrent of harshness—the demanding way his icy fingers grip your jaw and turn your head towards his, the way his other hand wraps around your throat, the way his teeth nearly draw blood on your bottom lip—there’s a latent hunger behind each twitch of his fingers around your neck and messy drag of his lips against yours.

Sucking and biting as his tongue worms its way into your mouth, his frenzied passion expresses sentiments he’d never dare to speak aloud, but don’t be fooled—he’s always in control.  He’s in control of the air that enters your lungs, the sounds you make, and the pleasure you feel, and being allowed to swim in that level of power makes his ego feel drunk.  Law needs to manipulate and twist your pliant body to suit his whims because it’s safe; being out of his element, even for a moment scares him enough to close off completely, shutting you out from his heart that he already kept at arm’s length from you.

So, you let him use you.  When he tells you to flip over, you comply, and when he tells you to jump, you meekly ask him how high.  He’s impatient and needy tonight; the way his fingers pump into you as he shoves your face into his pillow feels more like a reassurance that your weeping sex wants him than an exercise in extracting pleasure from you.  As he fucks you with one, then two digits, your drooling pussy barely registers the difference; the addition of a third makes you squeak, biting down on the fabric and feathers in front of you as you struggle to breathe.

When he pushes inside you, it always starts out rough, enough to rattle your brains around and start your incessant whimpering, some of it from pleasure, and some from the pain of him brushing the tip of his cock across your cervix as he fucks you so hard that any thoughts in your head drip out your ears and into the aether, knocked out of your mind by the brutal pace of his thrusts. 

Despite the overtone of dominance in his touches and his veneer of brutality, there’s a hidden softness in the way he takes you.  His lips ghost across your shoulder, leaving a trail of barely-there kisses as he lays on top of you, wrapping an arm around your stomach to pull you closer.  He needs all of you, and he needs you impossibly close; he wants to combine with you, crack open your ribcage, and crawl into your skin.  Instead, he covers his emotions with a coating of cruelty, sucking hard on your shoulder blade, making you cry out from the pinching sensation as he marks you in places only he will see, and harshly holds you in place, nails digging into your back as his cock teases your sweet spot, leaving you babbling and begging him not to stop because you’re just so close.

But when he finishes, spilling hot cum over your lower back, the wall of ice shatters, if only for a moment.  Absentmindedly leaving kisses anywhere he can reach, he’s tender and soft for a few brief seconds before becoming overcooked.

By the time the remnants of your sin have been washed away, his composure is regained, and air of indifference is restored, but the seed has embedded deep in your skin.  He’s given you more than a mixing of fluids and a dose of pleasure—he’s given you hope that some day he will open up, that he’ll share his feelings and trust you as you trust him with your body, your emotions, and your life.

Sex with Law has an undercurrent of vulnerability and turbulent emotions—you only wish that he would allow you to experience it on your own terms without him squirming in discomfort.

[despazito]

Even elons telling her to chill lmao

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Reap What You Sow ~Post-S21!Daddy!Olivia Benson xFem Sub!Reader

Summary— Set in post season 21, where Liv is Captain. Reader decides to tease Olivia throughout the day and smutty punishment ensues later that night when Liv can finally do something about it…

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fingering, semi-public smut, spanking, daddy kink, degradation, praise, implied orgasm denial, degradation kink, praise kink, impact play, teasing, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your head hung low, over your shoulders and over the woman’s knees. It was after hours and you were bent over Olivia’s lap in her office. With another sharp crack to your barren ass, you jolted up slightly and let out a desperate mewl.

“Six—teen Daddy!!” You cried out.

You expect to feel another sharp smack to your ass, but instead you felt the woman’s hand gently rubbing your pink flesh.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy.” Olivia cooed.

Pretty soon, her fingers trailed in between your legs and past your panties. She found your slick core, drenched in arousal, so wet it made you dizzy.

“Ooh Baby you’re soaked…” Liv purred, “Did Daddy make you this way…?”

You nodded vigorously, as one of her digits swiped through your folds.

“Yes yes all for Daddy, so wet for Daddy…!” You mewled.

After bringing her arousal coated digit up to her mouth and licking your juices clean off, the brunette gently caressed and squeezed your supple skin. Your body was left burning for more.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweetie…?” Liv condescendingly cooed.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes Daddy yes yes please…!” You pled, “I’m sorry mm sorry—!”

“Sorry for what, baby…?”

“Mmm sorry for dressing up…! Sorry for distracting you!”

“You mean, you’re sorry for dressing like a slut, right…?? Daddy’s girl can’t just show up to work dressed to whore herself out… no matter whether Daddy will see her or not…” Liv spat.

You bit your lip and tensed up, as her digits dug into your left ass check possessively as she spoke. You let out a desperate mewl and nodded swiftly.

“Yes Daddy, I’m sorry please…!! I’m sorry I’m such a slut, can’t help it Daddy!” You babbled.

Your ass was smacked with a swift Crack!! again. This one went all to your core, as you felt your juices start to leak down your thighs.

“Oooooh Seventeen D-daddy!!” You cowled.

“Beg Daddy to give you mercy.” Liv demanded.

“P-please please Daddy— I… I need you Daddy!! I need your cock or your fingers or your mouth or anything Daddy please… I’ll be good I promise, Mmm so sorry Daddy pleaseee…!!” You begged.

In one fluid motion, two of Olivia’s fingers snaked back in between your legs and slid inside your gushing cunt. They pumped and curled inside you, making your toes curl and your mouth foam. You wanted to scream in pleasure, but you bit your tongue.

“Such a good girl for Daddy…” Liv cooed lustfully.

~~~

Olivia Benson Masterlist

[kittykatninja321]

I’m so glad that we live in a time and culture where every once in awhile millionaire musicians will publicly air out their grievances with each other via song. That sounds like something that would happen in ancient China but no it’s happening right now in current day everybody say thank you black people

[hungharrington]

and if I said steve and you taking some spicy polaroids, and steve looking at them whenever you’re away and he wants you. he takes them out of their hiding space and touches himself to his favourite one of you under him.

hohhhhhh this is always such a delectable fuckin idea and it totally comes about after you take a polaroid of your tits and slip into a book and drop it with his lunch to steve at work <3 robin's like "gross, since when do you read?" and steve's about to scoff and maybe start bickering with her when the book in his hand falls open to a certain page and there it is. the first polaroid. robin fully believes you dropped him a steamy kind of book because she can't think of any other explanation for his abrupt red-cheeked stammering as he snapped the book shut and whirled into the backroom suddenly, claiming a quick break with a shaky voice. you get a very frustrated phone call that night, his voice all gravelly from being pent up all day and you take great pleasure at cooing at him over the phone, teasing him and hearing his slick noises and whiny moans as he works his cock until he cums over just the sound of your voice and that one picture :( it does not take long for this to become the remedy when you two are apart—faceless photos that are down right raunchy- half of what gets steve so worked up is knowing you've taken them for him :( looking at the arch of your back, your fingers pinching your nipple, all of it probably adds to his frustration as much as it alleviates it :( poor baby

[phoenix----rising]

𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐸𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑚.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙 (𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙, 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒).

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑆𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙-𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑦

𝑊𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 9-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚.

𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑛-𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠; 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 "3𝑟𝑑 𝑒𝑦𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠" (𝑎𝑗𝑛𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎) 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎.

𝑆𝑒𝑥, 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝑜𝑡 (𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙) 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎𝑠 (𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛/𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒).

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 *𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑜𝑓* 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎𝑠.

𝑉𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒-𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝑌𝑒𝑡, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑖-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑒.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 9-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛) 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑝 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.

7-, 8-, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 9-𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑘𝑟𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦/𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠.

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝐵𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠?𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒?𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔?𝑂𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡?𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒?𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?

𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.

𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑎 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑗𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹-𝐺𝑂𝑉𝐸𝑅𝑁𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐶𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝑂𝑅 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝐵𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐷 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

𝑂𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦.

𝐸𝑥𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑡, 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛.

𝐼𝑓 𝑤𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑤𝑒'𝑑 𝐵𝑈𝐼𝐿𝐷 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟.

𝑊𝑒'𝑑 𝑔𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒.

𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝.

[sualne]

qpr lulaw and accidental bad sexfriends lawsan

[bby-deerling]

grand theft autumn (law x reader)

🎶 eustass doesn't know that law and reader do it on the tang and eustass doesn't know 🎶

18+, nsfw, mdni, wc: 1.5k masterlist

cw: afab!reader (no pronouns specified), cheating, choking, manhandling, he pins you to the bed, rough sex, a little manipulation, evil sex with law

tagging: @freelemmingsdownload @eelnoise @themushroomofdeath @mandiemegatron

Kid’s first mistake was leaving you behind at the docks, informing you that he would rather attend the festival accompanied by Killer for some “bro time”; his second was being too conceited and self-assured to notice the way Trafalgar Law was eyeing you up like a piece of prey to toy with before devouring it whole.

He was sneaky and wily as he seduced you, chipping away at you with cocky smirks, little touches, and snide remarks about just how inattentive your partner is.  Though you knew what he was doing, his actions were meticulously planned to carry an air of plausible deniability, and designed in a way to make you come to him; as he excused himself to return to the Polar Tang, the look he shot you implored you to follow, sticking to his shadow like a lost duckling.  Swallowing hard as you entered the submarine, you thanked every heavenly body above that none of your crewmates had been around to witness the way you shamelessly gave in to his flirtations, betraying your captain; in truth, your needs had been neglected by your partner for so long that it was easy work, especially when your suitor carried an air of danger and edge that thrilled you and sent nervous shivers running through your spine.  Sneaking through the hallways of the submarine with him made guilt sting at you, causing you to hesitate for a brief moment as you crossed the threshold into Law’s dark, murky bedroom; however, any pain was swiftly quenched by unfathomable desire upon seeing the intense, wanting look in his eyes.

And now, you were far past the point of no return, your shirt off and pinned beneath Law, one hand grasped tight around your wrist while the other dragged a thumb across your bottom lip; a storm brews in your mind—this is wrong, treacherous, dangerous, and filthy—but not a thing in the world could convince you to part from his touch.  Illuminated only by the dim nightlight in the corner of the room, the rods in your eyes do the hard work of deciphering the lust-filled glare he gives you as his lips dive down towards the column of your neck.

He's serious—deathly serious—as he slowly and carefully pries you apart, almost as if you were a body on his operating table.  The languid, seductive kisses he gives you are all teeth and tongue; he’s a biter, and it’s almost as if he wants to get caught as he toes the line between lightly nipping you and leaving marks along your neck.  His foresight is a far cry from your usual encounters with Kid, which were often quick, haphazard, and unplanned.  Never one to shy away from manhandling you, Kid often tossed you around to suit his whims, usually accompanied with teasing remarks; Law’s touch was similarly dominant, but it was darker, more intense, and lit a fire deep in your soul as he wordlessly commanded you to comply with his desires—it was so different from what you were used to, and it ignited a sense of deep craving and yearning in your core. 

His head dips lower to pay attention to your chest, tongue running across bare flesh, hands never leaving your wrist and throat.  A slight twitch in your movements spurs him to press you further into the mattress with more force, making a soft mewl escape your throat.  Back arching, you can’t help but writhe against the thigh pressed between your legs as his tongue rolls along your nipple; he’s barely done anything but kiss you, yet you’re so completely unraveled for him, succumbing so effortlessly to his brazen manipulations without a bit of resistance.

Hovering over you, he latches his mouth onto yours again, swirling his tongue against yours, taking breaks to suck on your bottom lip so hard you can feel the indentations of his teeth in the soft, tender flesh of your mouth.  Each muffled moan and sinful sound that escapes your throat prompts him to tighten his grip around your throat, leaving you dizzy and disoriented as your mind buzzes with pleasure.  Before the constriction can become too much, he flips you over, hand on your back keeping you in place as he hastily removes your remaining articles of clothing.  Tattooed hands pulling your hips upward causes you let out a small squeak in surprise, making him exhale hard in amusement.

“So soaked for me… cute.” he teases, running a finger through your folds.  There is no warning as he sinks his inked digit into you and slowly pumps it in and out; though your face is buried in his pillow, eyes screwed shut and unable to see anything but the insides of your eyelids, the mental image of Law’s tattoos disappearing inside you and being soaked by your juices is enough to make you unconsciously flutter around him.  Silently, you thank him for denying you the privilege of seeing it with your own eyes, because the ungodly sight may have prevented you from ever leaving the submarine and returning back to your own crew.

“I’m sending you back to him ruined—you’re never going to be able to be with him again without thinking about how much better I can fuck you.” he warns, teasing your clit by circling it with the head of his dick.  The warmth of his cock compared to his cold, icy fingers makes you gasp, causing a dark chuckle to escape his lips.  As his head drags across your entrance, he means to tease you with it, but desperate to feel him bury himself in your walls, you press your hips back into him, silently begging him to enter you.

“Someone’s eager…better enjoy this while it lasts.” he taunts, voice husky and low as he pushes into you.  Brutal in his methods, he gives you no time to adjust, gripping your hips tightly as he fucks into you, leaving your head spinning from pure shock.  The tip of his cock brushes your cervix with each thrust, leaving you whimpering and mewling into the pillow, but a hand pressing down on the middle of your back keeps you from writhing.

He's quiet—almost too quiet as his nails dig into the soft flesh of your hips; analytical in his approach to dismantle you from the inside you, he’s soaking in and responding to each twitch and sound you make and adjusting accordingly.  Fighting his urge to keep relentlessly giving it to you hard, he slows his strokes down and places one of his hands onto the back of your neck.  Smirking at the whine you let out, he lays on top of you, chest pressed against your back, and runs kisses along your collarbone; they’re sweet, tender, and soft, a harsh juxtaposition to the harsh thrusts of his cock as he unspools every ounce of sanity and morality you had once possessed.

Now you’re the one who is eerily silent; a lesser man would be fooled into thinking the coil in your core had unraveled, but the heat he feels radiating off your cheeks lets him know you’re unbearably close as his cock slides deep inside you, brushing along your sweet spot with each thrust.  Inked fingers slip underneath your face and stuff themselves inside your mouth; drooling messily around them as you suck on his digits, your mind begins to lose focus and drift into the void, a limbo between heaven and earth where nothing exists but pure bliss.

The sensation of teeth sinking into your shoulder sends you crashing over the edge.  “He doesn’t make you come like this, does he?” he murmurs in your ear as you clench around him, gasping for air as you choke on his fingers.  “Say it—” he whispers, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, leaving a string of drool connecting them to your lips.  “—I want to hear you say it, or I’ll stop.” he warns, slowing down the speed of his strokes.

“No one can make me come like you can, Law…” you whimper, fingers curling and gripping the sheets hard so hard your knuckles turn white.

“That’s right.  No one’s ever gonna make you come like this again.” he growls in your ear, biting the shell possessively.  Reality sets in for you—Kid would never fuck you like Law; you’re going to spend the rest of your life chasing this high once he sends you back to the Victoria Punk in a matter of minutes.

You were going to have to face Kid again after being completely and entirely wrecked by Law’s cock.

But with the way he fucked you dumb, it didn’t matter—nothing matters anymore except the way Law’s cock feels as it caresses your insides, how his lips feel against your shoulders, and how his ragged breathing sounds ringing in your ears.

It’s fine, you convince yourself, becoming more delusional by the second as he maintains his brutal pace, hand wrapping around your throat.  It doesn’t matter, it feels too good.

Nobody can make you feel the way Law does; the sentiment is painfully evident and emphasized as he relentlessly continues to bully your spongy spot and draw another climax from you.  He was right, you were ruined, cursed to yearn for him from this point forward, a puppet on a string soon to be discarded.

The wire snaps.  You don’t care about the consequences anymore.

And besides, it’s not as if Kid has to know.

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Suspension Tension ~Alex Cabot xFem Reader

Summary— Alex comes home after her suspension tired, exhausted, and stressed. Reader helps her relax, and takes her good care of Lexie baby.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, strap-on sex, light begging, stress relief, stress fucking, fluff, aftercare, happy fluffy ending, etc.

Enjoy (;

The door to your shared apartment slammed shut as you stirred your food on the stove in the kitchen. Alex came barging into the kitchen, throwing her things aside and sitting with a huff on a bar stool by the counter, her hands scrunched in her face and hairline.

“Tough day…?” You gently asked.

She nodded silently.

“Have you eaten?”

“Don’t want food.” She mumbled, shaking her head.

“Wanna to talk about it…?”

Another groan escaped the blonde’s lips. She balled her fists together in front of her before finally looking over at you.

“No. Want you to bend me over the counter and fuck me.”

Your eyes widened slightly and you stopped stirring. You slowly turned the stove off and nodded, with a little smirk.

“Ok, I can do that.” You breathed out, “Strip while I go get packing?”

Alex’s eyes darkened and she immediately nodded. You nodded back before rushing off to the bedroom. When you returned to the kitchen, Alex was naked and had already bent herself over her counter for you. Her tits and face were pressed against the cool marble and her ass was sticking out, ready for you. You gulped and approached her rear. Alex’s eyes widened at the sight of you wearing nothing but your strap, coming up behind her.

You positioned your hands on her hips, then looking towards her to check in.

“Ready? Do you want my fingers first?”

“No fuck just fuck me baby please—” Alex whined, clawing at the counter in desperation.

You sighed and with a nod, aligned the lubed up cock with her tight cunt. With some pressure, you slowly pushed the plastic dick into Alex’s core. The blonde let out a strangled groan of relief, her eyes rolling back as you eventually bottomed her out.

“Yesssssss thank you— now fuck me please…!!” Alex moaned out, her hands gripping the edges of the counter for support.

You slowly pulled out of the blonde before snapping your hips and thrusting your cock back into Alex’s cunt. You repeated this process over and over again, and at the request of the blonde, faster and harder. Hips were snapping, skin was slapping, and Alex couldn’t contain her moans of pleasure. Her mouth was constantly agape, her eyes rolled back, as you worked her up to her climax.

After Alex came crashing down, she went limp against the counter. You hushed and hummed, whispering sweet nothings into the blonde’s ear, helping her down from her high. You then slowly pulled out of her cunt, throwing the strap aside to be cleaned at a later date. You picked Alex up and carried her to the bathroom, once there getting her all cleaned up. You put her in a bath, which she dizzily begged for you to join her. And who were you to deny the woman anything…

“How do you feel, Lex…?” You softly cooed into her ear, as she snuggled into your frame in the water.

“Mmmmm tired but better…” she mumbled.

“That’s good. After this, you’re going to eat something…”

Alex reluctantly nodded, knowing you were right and that she needed food. But she didn’t respond immediately, letting the sound of the water resonate throughout the room for a while.

“I got suspended…” she whispered.

You sat up a little and immediately began caressing the woman’s soaked frame.

“Oh my, Lexie I’m so sorry… What happened…?” you cooed sympathetically.

A tear escaped her left eye.

“It’s… yeah… suspended, a month no pay… Because I didn’t go through proper channels to get a warrant” she whispered softly.

You kissed her forehead gently and nodded along, letting Alex tell you the whole story. Afterwards and once the water got cold, you scooped her up and put her in a warm, fluffy towel. Then you two made your way back to the kitchen where you resumed your cooking and continued to talk through how Alex would spend her time off.

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Alex Cabot Masterlist

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