#but allusions to sex

[blushweddinggowns]

There were a lot of things that Eddie loved about going on tour. He loved traveling, exploring the country and beyond with his best friends. He loved the feeling of being on stage, all eyes on them as they played their asses ass. He even loved the tiny twin beds of the tour bus, especially since it usually led to Steve sleeping right on top of him. 

But he especially loved the little rituals they had before a show. 

“Eddie, baby, you gotta, fuck, go soon,” Steve groaned. He was trying to be the voice of reason, even if he was technically still pulling Eddie closer. Eddie was sucking a bruise into his neck, a hand slowly slinking under his shirt. 

“Mmhm,” Eddie mumbled, making no moves to get up. The show didn’t start for another few hours and if he was ten minutes late for mic check, they’d live. Eddie could do a lot in those ten minutes, “Just a little more-”

But then Gareth was pounding on the green room door, “Munson for the love of God, stop making out and get your ass out here!”

“Told you so,” Steve laughed, breathless as Eddie reluntaly got off of him, “Now you’re going to have to rehearse with an erection.”

“Well you have to watch it with one, so we both lose,” Eddie sighed as he stood, stopping to kiss Steve’s forehead.

“Do we? Because last time I checked that door locked. And…” Steve leaned past him, grabbing one of the Rolling Stone magazines from the coffee table. The one that Eddie was on the cover of. He grinned as he lifted it up, “I have the best jerk-off material available. You’re on your own.”

“Oh, you brat,” Eddie groaned just as Gareth started pounding on the door again, “You’re going to pay for that tonight.”

Steve smirked as Eddie walked away backwards, having the audacity to give him a little wave, “I would hope so.”

Eddie forced himself to turn away, comforted by the fact that Steve would barely be able to sit by the time he was done with him.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, Jesus,” He groaned as he swung the door open, nearly getting himself punched in the face in the process. 

Gareth retracted his hand just in time. He looked Eddie up and down with a sigh, “Why am I even surprised?”

“Hi Steve,” He added, waving at him from the doorway, “You mind if I fuck your husband up for being a late asshole? Just a little bit?”

“Just make sure not to hit him in the head,” Steve laughed, face flushed as he buttoned up his shirt, “We can’t have anymore concussions between the two of us.”

“I’ll take it,” Gareth sighed as he grabbed Eddie’s arm. Eddie barely managed to squeak out a quick Love you! before Gareth was dragging him away. 

“Next time you ask us why we make you pay for after-parties please, remember this moment.”

“Will you fault a man for his addiction?” Eddie asked, dramatically putting a hand over his heart, “It’s a dependency I have no fault over-”

“No fault my ass,” Gareth huffed, the smallest hint of a smile hiding behind his grimace, “You’ve been an addict for a goddamn decade.”

from the soon-to-be-published epilogue of this fic

@jjoesjonas because I picked up writing this again after they sent me those Joe Keery audio clips from Fargo 👀👀

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #the perfect loving nightmare #they make out but nothing else #technically sfw #but allusions to sex #like a few #the fic is not sfw just so you know

[fortruthoversolace]

AU where everything is the same except Paul's name is Pamela

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth #camilla hect #palamedes sextus #sex pal #tlt #look #i love cam and pal and i love paul #let's just combine their names to make a better preexisting name #something something biblical allusions something something church fathers #i know shut up i just like pamela

[grosslyoversimplifiedpolitics]

[ID: friends to one night stands to potential future lovers]

#ao3 #ao3 tags #friends to one night stands to potential future lovers #allusions to sex

[tomwambsgans]

shiv definitely saw the peter-tom parallels vividly bc she also clearly clocked jonathan as gay/a greg equivalent

#with open eyes #shiv roy #peter munion #tomgreg #mine #add this btw to the list of derogatory allusions to gay sex specifically from shiv

[daily-sloop-john-b]

I know someone's commented on this before, but 7000 people—1000 per spawn—over 169 years (Sabastian's 170 - 1 year buried alive) is 5.9 victims/year.

That's really fucking inefficient.

Either Astarion's VASTLY overstating his skill, or there was a lot more torture in the torture:luring ratio than he likes to recall.

#astarion ancunin #bg3 #tw:Cazador #tw:torture #tw: sex trafficking #vague allusions to fictional versions thereof #but I'm still tagging just in case #that's roughly 42 missing persons a year #no idea baldur's gate's population #and it *is* a port city #so maybe people didn't notice?? #but this seems to be adventurer fodder

[solradguy]

I read a fanfiction where Dizzy and Ky hard core make out and then Ky buys them both pastries from a shop while he was working for Interpol (in terms of timeline. He wasn’t on duty when he was making out). Is this canon compliant?

I... I guess it is. The... *sigh* Ky's short story in the GG2 Overture Material Collection very briefly mentions his and Dizzy's wild makeout sessions that leads to Sin happening. So. There you go

#asks #This is like one of the only non-I-No allusions to sex in all of Guilty Gear. Ky's short story... #Daisuke Ishiwatari was like 'Ky Kiske fucks. I-No fucks. Sol fucks. Aria fucked. Everyone else? Figure it out on your own time' #There are probably other characters where you could cite the canon saying they fuck but I really.... cannot be bothered making that list

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"OLIVER!!"

"I'm so happy to see you!!"

"Oh. um. This is. A firm chest. Hm"

"Um, Excuse me, Do I know you?"

The man slowly breaks the hug

"You don't remember me?, All that happened?"

"Uh oh. This person knows me, and I completely forgot about them. Uh Think Think, Where could I meet a guy like this? and forget? Those two random years I took at college?? maybe??"

"Uh, from college right?"

"... Yeah. From college."

He looks sad

"I'm really sorry, I just really forgot most of my years of college, I mean, I was really going throught it so-"

"Hey, it's alright, it wasn't your fault.

It's just, we had a thing going on, you know? Romantic kind of thing"

"Really?"

"Oh wow. I mean, I could definitely see myself getting a crush on this guy. But to actually be reciprocated? College me had it good for being a burnout mess"

"In fact"

A little mischief sparks

"It's a shame you forgot what we did in the janitor's closet. You seemed very pleased with what my mouth could do"

"WHERE IS THIS MEMORY I NEED IT NOW"

"Just kidding! We held hands and thought of playing minecraft"

"Oh, so pretty serious then"

"Yeah, but then... Things out of our control happened. And now we're here."

"I .. still don't really remember. But it must be true, seeing how this guy's prescence somehow gives me comfort.

I wonder if would it be possible to ... keep going? so to speak?

I mean, the market for men these days is so rough! Tinder dating just doesn't work for me! and this guy already had a thing for me and i could have a thing for him so!! and! and it was things out of our control right? so it's not like we fought or anything i think??

Would it be weird? to try and ... reconnect?"

#this is basically do you want full angst or small angst #allusions to gay sex??? in mY tumblr poll?? more likely than you thing #detective beebo

[laurelwinchester]

lol just went in the rookie tag and everyone is going feral and saying they hate the show and this is the worst season and they hope it gets cancelled because tim and lucy broke up and meanwhile i'm over here just EATING THIS SHIT UP. there's literally no way they're not an endgame couple so when that break up happened i was like "GOOD, it was getting a little too chummy around here."

#here's the thing: embrace suffering. hurt your faves. that's my motto. :) #i can only take so many cutesy date nights and allusions to shower sex you know? y'all have been happy for long enough #i'm not about that fluffy life #i want my blorbos sobbing and bleeding on the ground #personally i was rooting for another kidnapping or even a major injury or mental breakdown but this'll do in a pinch #i accept that fluff is a part of fandom but we can't just let angst and whump go extinct. it's the backbone of everything. #tim x lucy #the rookie spoilers

[puppy-coded]

Rings{E.M.}

Warnings: mentions of sex(1)

Paring: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 440 words

You and Eddie were laying in your bed after school and you, as always, were playing with his hands. It’s the obsession with his rings. It never fails to make him smile because you get this really focused look on your face, like you’re trying to figure out some complex math problem. He will stare at you during math for this same look and you know it. He just loves when you look focused.

“Eddie, I really like your rings.” Eddie was taken out of his thoughts when he heard your voice. It took him a second to comprehend what you just said but he got there.

“I know,” He responded. He tried taking his hand away from you so he could reposition but your grip made him stay.

“How?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“You tell me literally every single day,” Eddie smiled. “Not that I mind.”

“Yeah well...” You started.

“You said that it was one of the main reasons you said yes to our first date,” He reminded you.

“Okay but...” You tried again.

“Do you just... want one?” He asked, already sliding one off.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yeah, I don’t mind.” He said, already putting it on your right ring finger.

“Yes please!” You said. You held out your hand and admired it with heart eyes for a while.

Another face Eddie loves now.

. . .

“I have questions.” Robin stated, sitting down at the table and nodding to your new ring. 

It was the first time you had talked to her in a few days since she had been busy with who-knows-what.

“Jealous of my sick new ring Robin?” You asked jokingly.

Robin grimaced at the statement. “No... more wondering how your relationship with Eddie is going. Is this a jealousy thing and he’s claiming you or...?” She asked, her face slowly morphing into worry.

“No! No. Nothing like that. I just really love Teddy’s rings.” You told her, knowing nothing you said would make her think differently.

“Right...” She nodded slowly.

“He loves that I wear them now. Especially when he visits me at work.” You said lovingly.

Robin stared at you as you got this dreamy look in your eyes. You stared off for a few seconds before remembering that Robin was sitting with you.

“What? He does!” You exclaimed when you saw her stare.

“I love you-” Robin started.

“Love you too!”

“-but too much information.” She finished.

“I wasn’t alluding to sex! I mean I work with a bunch of dudes. It comforts him.” You tried. Your explanation didn’t work. 

“Aha! It is a jealousy thing!” Robin clapped. “I was right!”

“Robin no!”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #tw allusions to sex #➴➵➶➴athena writes➶➴➵➶

[lacefuneral]

("Shaving", original poem)

#this is about creation and destruction and facial hair dysphoria and gay sex and healing. and such. #there's an obvious allusion here but there's also a less obvious one #''kill me baby'' is the name of an artist on bandcamp that remixes samples #i used to listen to the track ''true love is play'' in college on loop while doing studio work in college #as in. quite literally making ceramics with my hands #you can find that song on YTP. it isn't profound or anything - it's just an earworm that relies on repetition. #jay.rtf

[xbralis]

WHAT ARE JIMMY AND JOEL DOING....

diversity win! your enemies to lovers speedrun overshot straight past marriage right into having a custody battle over their shared child

#asks #please watch joels episode its. hm. #never have i seen jimmy mcfricking solidarity make multiple allusions to gay sex in such a short amount of time /lh

[nacricissa]

It was only a kiss

I had warned her so many times. Maybe the monster in me had always known it would happen this way.

She was, of course, beautiful, tripping down the stairs but staying upright on her father's arm. Her pace down the aisle was the slower of her two options; instead of stepping so her right foot landed on every beat, each note was accompanied by the opposite of her feet landing than the previous one had been. It wasn't exact, not like Alice's steps had been before her, but I was marrying a human, not a metronome. Someone I loved.

She did not take her eyes off me as Mr. Weber performed the ceremony. I was able, for just this once, to ignore the voices of the humans around me, to really focus on nothing but her face. Perhaps that was part of the problem. Not enough focus on the need to stay still, the need to stay gentle, the need to stay as close to human as I could manage for her. If only there was a price I could pay to join her in that condition, a price I had already promised her I would be willing to pay.

Alice's thoughts, behind Bella, and Emmett's thoughts, behind me, were both carefully focused as much as possible on the current moment. They helped ground me, as I watched by beautiful bride promise herself to me from three angles, then watched myself promise everything to her in return.

"You may kiss the bride." The end.

She pushed for more, as always. Every time, her scorching hot tongue would trace my lips. She would try to devour me, as if the opposite had not been the end of so many of my futures. It took all my willpower each time to refuse her, to ignore the way my teeth seemed to ache to press gently over her lips, to-- I had spent enough time doing this to reign in my thoughts when they got like this.

I had spent too much time doing this to keep my mouth shut. This would not be the first time I had dared, the first time I had pushed her daring tongue back with my own so I could open my mouth to taste her, to draw her mouthwatering scent into my lungs. It was not the occasion. Emmett was all too happy to see such inappropriately forward behavior at a wedding. Bella was ecstatic. It was the first time I had kissed her this deeply with Jasper this close. Her joy, her desire, as well as mine, overwhelmed him, and I could hear it roaring through his mind. Nothing else seemed more important, in that moment.

Her tongue quested its way forward, tracing mine. Tracing my lips. Tracing my incisors. Then, cutting itself on the jagged edge of the tooth Emmett had broken and then hidden during my bachelor party to mimic the way it had been for what faint memories I still had of my human life. It was a sweet gesture, but it paled in comparison to the slight trickle of blood that had flowed into my mouth before the venom on my teeth had sealed the wound.

I felt many things. Desire, panic, anger, fear. Then I felt only a crushing, lethargic sadness. I wasn't the only one, as the entire room lost focus on whatever they were doing and starting wallowing. Alice swept everyone out towards the reception, promising we would follow. Emmett was prying my arms away from where they had almost crushed Bella's shoulders before Jasper's powers had taken over me. I felt his finger on my neck as he upped the dose, preventing me from feeling enough interest in doing anything before I could do something stupid, or at least that's how his thoughts phrased it. Charlie was close, and Bella was telling him it was fine, she was just early so could she please go upstairs with Esme, and Charlie's worry in Jasper's awareness was mollified as he watched his daughter follow her now mother-in-law upstairs.

Bella told us she was fine. Perhaps she thought she was, until it was too late. Certainly no pain ever flashed across her face as I watched it, except when she was introduced to Tanya, who was thankfully perfectly polite, and when her Jacob had to be pulled away. After that, she wanted to leave, and who was I to deny her? Alice had had her party, and must have already seen what was coming, because she did nothing to stop us, thinking only that Bella deserved time alone with me after how stressful the event had been, and how well she had gone long anyway.

We were meant to fly to Isle Esme, but the flight was booked for after the reception was over, and that was still almost an hour yet, so I took Bella up to my room. She immediately asked to be allowed out of her dress.

"It's beautiful, but I'm getting too warm. And I miss only falling once per surface," she said.

I helped her out of the clasps, but left the room before gravity could take proper hold and rip it from her, the way I was trying to prevent myself from wanting to. From the other side of the door, I told her to change into whatever she felt like; Alice had adapted a corner of my closet to contain clothes that would fit her, now.

When I returned, I was shocked. I could have figured out what she was wearing before seeing it, maybe, if I was listening to her change with that level of care. But I preferred to give her what privacy I could, like a gentleman, and so was focusing on breathing evenly. I was still keyed up from the small taste of her blood, which I imagined I could feel colouring my eyes red once again. It wouldn't. Even the amount i had taken from her during the worst minutes of my life had only changed the tone of my eyes for a few hours; Bella had never had to see them.

She was not wearing much. Black lace trimmed with gold piping outlined her curves, circled her legs, enticed me. It highlighted all of the places she was flush with blood, her cheeks red and breath quick with nervousness, or anticipation. It was unclear. The invitation was not.

"Come here, please, Edward. I want you."

This wasn't supposed to happen yet. I wasn't ready, certainly not with the taste of her blood still on my tongue, but perhaps because of just that I stepped forward, my hands on the buttons of my suit jacket.

We did not last long. Soon her desperate kisses across my body turned to licks, as she slowly noticed the burn in her tongue, and pressed it against the coolness of my body to try to stave it off. I noticed slowly, as all I could feel was the beat of her blood in counterrhythm to the movement of her skin against me and the need to stay perfectly perfectly still as she moved.

When Bella pulled away with a gasp as the pain finally won out over the pleasure, Alice shouted my name in her mind and showed me just how too late it was. The venom, while weak and minimal, had spread throughout her body, and would turn her over the course of weeks unless I accelerated it, but there was no way of getting it back out.

Bella's hearbeats were numbered.

#team edward #twilight #twilight renaissance #alternate wedding scene #non-graphic allusions to sex #POV Edward #Edward Cullen #Alice Cullen #Bella Cullen #Jasper Cullen #Alice always wins #writing #nacricontent

[sonwabile-reads]

Lowkey really wanna read a Mikio x Mizu AU where he isn't a complete misogynistic asshat and they live happily ever after raising horses so beautiful and strong that they're talked about throughout the land (he switches his old master when he comes calling wanting him back because he is better off without him and is living his best life with his girlboss wife who he highkey loves getting dominate by).

Mizu doesn't really do the selling part coz well, you know why, but sometimes she'll go to the market with Mikio and after they've sold all their horses (coz they're that well bred, there's whispers the emporeris eyeing a young stallion they're raising) they walk around the market romancing each other and Mizu now has an entire collection of assorted weapons in the house that they both practice with and Mizu is scary good with every single one and lowkey Mikio is afraid of her but like in "I'm embarrassingly turned on by the idea of my wife being able to slice me to pieces with every weapon I've bought her ever but also I'm totally 100% okay with her hold a knife to my throat and riding me to within an inch of my life"

And honestly, we could've had it all, my friends, but Mikio chose to be a c*nt and I will never be okay with him betraying the love of my heart like that. I hate that ugly rat bastard 😭😭😭

#mikio i hope you never have a good day! #mikio blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mikio #mizu #mizu bes #mikio bes #may mikio's horses never breed well #or whatever they say in horse husbandry #ugly rat bastard! #also I am very not normal about the ✨potential✨ of mikio and mizu #they could've been so happy together #le sigh #cw: sex mention #cw: allusion to sex

[fumifooms]

Holy shit guys, holy. Holy-

I was writing a larycent fic bc obviously, of course, and I thought of honey-like voice as descriptor for Larys, and I immediately go galaxy brain and look up if it was intentional (having never read the book myself) and- It WAS.

Alicent has been compared to a flower by Larys so many times now, with thinly veiled metaphors and framing with him plucking flowers, tending to them like a gardener waiting for harvest. He’s a bee, guys. Bees collect nectar from flowers to make honey, which are their life’s work and most prized ressource. The metaphor of milking Alicent for his own purposes is just- so fricking literal. 

As always, Larys hides everything he is in plain sight, and no one notices.

Bees dance to communicate… Larys CLUBfoot am I right??! 

Anyways this was your PSA that in a relationship, Alicent would call Larys honey while Larys would call her his flower <3

Edit: Awww it’s been confirmed by the cast to be a firefly so I wanna rectify my claim here that this was intentional, but you know what it’s fine this is still very cool

#forgive me if it was obvious to you but i see no one talk about it and I’m going absolutely ham #also the Matthew Needham interview confirms that Larys is a very methodical workerlike a bee #him and his minion network are a hivemind <333 #ep 5 was already Panic!at the disco amirite #larycent nation we are thriving #larycent #house of the dragon #larys strong #alicent hightower #hotd spoilers #otp: rare blooms in a hostile environment #Me trying my best to avoid allusions to sex 🫢 we all know they fuckin tbh #everyone needs to know about this tho i am screaminggg #It had been days of nonstop brainrot

[bonestrouslingbones]

goddammit all that LV worldbuilding has lead me to creating a scene in my head that now has me wondering if i have to put a plot-important sex scene in what will be a main-storyline arc instead of a fade to black or disconnected easily-skippable oneshot

#theres a point where the guy HAS to get some energy out and the bf is RIGHT THERE ........................... #sigh. a bit ago i made a lil agreement with myself that actual sex stuff wouldn't really be in the main plot outside of allusions #and that anything Real would stay in epilogue fics & oneshots #but now im like. man. there is something here that i can use!!!! but its like im still in the mindset of writing as a young teen!!!! #too scared to make other ppl uncomfortable with MY OWN DAMN STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #WHEN will my brain catch up that other people finding selfcest weird is a skill issue on THEIR part fucks SAKE!!!!!!!! #laying facedown on the ground . as if thats not the entire reason i made this blog in the first place 😔 #every time i go on atbb and the pinned rules reminds me of a time that is not necessary anymore #im GROWN NOW !!!! I NEED NOT RESTRICT MYSELF ANY LONGER #but my AUDIENCE.................. #ppl said it was refreshing that i had selfcest where everything wasnt about sex and obv it still wont be but that is IN MY BRAIN FOREVER #AUUYHGHGHGHGH SOMEBODY PLEASE GET THIS 14 YEAR OLD OUT OF MY HEAD SO EDGE CAN FINALLY GET DICKED DOWN COME ONNNNNN

[slytherinmischief]

Her Morning Grump

Starring Cast:

Emily Skinner and Valentina Zenere, as Lucia Ortiz

Credit to Danielkrol, as Adam Pines

The single groan that escaped from his throat was one full of such husky, sultry, and seductive energy, that one might assure was a moan, given the husky nature of it. Yet rather than it be a moan driven out of pleasure, it was instead driven out the usual morning displeasure. Slowly his piercing eye blue eyes blink open, as he laided his hand against his eyes, so as to try and block out the early morning rays that were shining through. 

For him had never been one for mornings, seeing it as a waste of the day, for Adam mornings held rarely tasty food, and just a reminder of the long day that faced him. Yet despite everything in him crying to shut his eyes again for more sleep, he forced his eyes to remain awake, to slowly adjust to the morning light.

With each moment passing, he grew more accustomed to the morning, bit by bit slowly sitting up trying not to stir the bed.  Running his hand through his dark hair still a little bedhead, through it did keep him awake even if it were just for another minute. Currently his body held certain marks, through he didn't know of them at least not yet , if he did perhaos he would've been more willing to get up. “Another shitty day,” he proclaimed in a mutter to nobody in particular, the proclamation was grumpy as one might expect. Even with this, he didn’t even spar a glance to the other side of his bed, a side that perhaps would rid him of his morning mood. Slowly he allowed his fingertips to gaze at his forehead, slowly rubbing them, as despite everything he continued to force himself awake. 

Through every movement he made, he was still as grumpy as ever. His eyebrows soon formed a crease despite it being far too early for such matters, through for him it was never too early. “Norns I hate morning,” he proclaimed once more to no one in particular. Yet rather than be greeted with silence as he had before, there was another voice, a voice that belonged to her and her alone. As a woman with dirty blond hair usually wavy, yet ruffled by sleep, with piercing green eyes, fluttering open, yet once they did her gaze remainded firmly on him. Despite the litter of bite marks surrounding her, all derived from the pleasures of the night before, yet despite this he could hear her voice as clear as ever.

A voice that one would think would be horse due to the nature yet remained as perfect as ever. Her gaze still remaining ever focused on him. “You say every day Adam."

“Because every day it's the same, Lucia,” he retorted adding emphasis on the woman's name in particular. 

“What even with me around,” Lucia replied, going so far as to beat her eyelashes together, sounding almost hurt by his statement. Upon hearing this, his gaze now drifted to the other side of the bed, finally now registering that he wasn’t alone anymore. 

“You’re still here,” Adam asked, as if he hadn’t been the very person to invite her in.

“What do you want me to leave,” Lucia asked with a pause, as slowly she began to sit up. “How cruel kicking me out of your bed, and after all we did,” she said, taking this chance to put her hands at her chest in mock offense. 

To this, she received a well-deserved eye roll from the man in question. “As if you didn’t enjoy it,” Adam said, as a slow and sensual smile began to cross his face. His eyes aiming right towards the marks that were clearly littering her body. 

“Now, I never said that, did I?”

“Didn’t you through,” he teased.

"And even if I did you have no right to talk," Lucia counted, not backing now one bit.

"And why would you think that," Adam asked, his arms slowly crossing against his chest as is his habit.

"I would say you quite enjoyed it given your own marks."

"What marks?"

At this Lucia let out a slow humoring chuckle. "Well if you don't know then who am I to show you?"

"Show me."

Another laugh escaped Lucia's beautiful lips, as she brought her hand up to her mouth, allowing it to gaze her lips before setting it back down. Her own sensual smile crossing her features. "That is for me to know and for you to find out."

"And why won't you tell me," Adam protested, his arms still crossed against his chest like a child in disagreement, despite being far past his mid-twenties. 

"For the same reason, you  like to pretend you hate mornings.”

“But I do.”

“Do you truly,” Lucia asked, her tone implying a more skeptical note to it.

“Yes,” Adam responded in a deadpan manner. 

“Than I suppose if you hate mornings so much, perhaps I shall make my way elsewhere,” Lucia said, slowly getting up from the bed, but not before the man had caught her wrist. Going so far as to roll over her and pin her down, his hands now holding her waists, in a way that she could escape if need be. Yet both knew that wasn’t likely to happen.

“You shall do no such thing,” he proclaimed now looking down at his pinned companion.

“And why shouldn’t I?”

“Because I won’t let you.”

“Won’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And here I thought you hated mornings.”

“Must you do this right now,” Adam asked, very amused by Lucia’s current antics.

“Always,” she remarked with a grin spread across her face, much like the Cheshire cat.

“How I hate when you are like this,” he proclaimed as if he didn’t secretly love her, especially during moments like this. As his eyes mirrored a different story, eyes full of what one might expect from someone who desired another, with love in between the lust.

“Do you truly?”

“Yes,” Adam said as if his eyes weren’t screaming bedroom eyes. 

“Your eyes seem to be saying different,” Lucia proclaimed stubbornly despite her current position.

“And what do my eyes say,” Adam asked playing along with her bluff. 

“They say you want to." Slowly Lucia leaned up as close as she could, before saying certain words, far dirtier than any parent might let their child hear.  Despite not being new to her words, this seemed to startle the man, enough that he lost his gripe enough that the woman freed her own hands. As she flipped them so she was now on top of him. “Looks like you are the one on the bottom now.”

“So I am,” Adam said, trying to act calm, as if his heart currently wasn’t beating out of control, both of our love and desire by the very women who were holding him down. 

“Now what shall I do, with you? Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, leaving you aching for my every touch.”

“As if I don’t already.”

“Yes, I know, but perhaps I should try more,” Lucia asked, allowing one of her hands to caress his head. 

As she positioned herself firmly on top of Adam, right above a certain area of his body. 

“Such as,” he asked as if he was in any position to resist her.

“Who knows, maybe I should try,” Lucia began to say, still pressed firmly against the man. Leaning down as she kissed the shell of his ear, going so far as to tug just a little, in just the way she knew he liked. As a single husky moan escaped his lips, very much aroused by her actions, and now unable to hide it.

Lucia seemed to take delight in this, as a smile crossed her features once more. “What do you like this,” she asked, as she continued her movements, now on his face. One by one placing sensual kisses on it, until she reached his lips, putting even more weight on him, and even stirring her hips above his. Her lips captured in his, as both fought for dominance, and in the moment he thought he won, she parted her lips from his.

“Hmmm,” Adam whined already missing her lips, this only causing the woman to gain more of a confident smile.

“So I take it you liked it,” Lucia asked, before descending further down leaving just as sensual kisses as before.

“You know I did,” Adam proclaimed, his voice now taking on a more dangerous husky tone, one that should’ve warned her, yet as expected she didn’t listen. 

“Yes, I did,” Lucia remarked with a grin as she seemed set to continue on her path to torment him, leaving kisses each as sensual as the last. “Now you have two choices,” she offered.

“Oh and what are they,” Adam asked, his eyebrow-raising just a bit, in curiosity. 

“Either you can admit that maybe you don’t hate mornings as much as you claim or….”

“Or what?”

“Or I continue this.”

“Will you?”

“Yes."

“Then I suppose I could give in or…..”

“Or what?”

“I could do this,” Adam said, as with his own smirk, along with his arms, he proceeded to caress the curve of his partner's ass. Carassing in just the way he knew she liked it, as slowly Lucia seemed to forget her initial task, Adam taking this chance to flip them back to their original positions. Through with something now peeking out that hadn’t been before. “Now what were you saying about me giving in,” he asked as if his morning wood wasn’t in clear view.

Rather than a clear statement a whimper seemed to be all that came out of the Lucia's lips.

“That’s what I thought,” Adam said, the smirk still ever present on his face.

“I hate you,” Lucia spite out, through both parties knew that was far from the truth.

Despite this Adam wasn't  deteriorated by her words at all, as it only seemed to make him more confident. “So you claim, yet here beneath me, almost as if you are submitting to my every desire.”

“So what?”

“Well, if you were perhaps a good girl, I might reward you.”

“Will you Daddy,” Lucia asked, and while some might find that name quite alluring, her male counterpart was never one for it. As a frown became evident on his features.

“If I were your daddy we wouldn’t be in this position.”

“Wouldn’t we, perhaps you are my sugar daddy.”

“Are you sure you want to play this game with me,” Adam asked with clear warning in his voice.

“Whose to say, would you like it?”

“Perhaps,” Adam hinted, yet proceeded to pause. “But if we did, you might not get the answer you seek.”

“Which is.”

“You might be right.”

“Oh, am I?”

“Only if you agree to be a good girl, and stop protesting.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then I might have to punish you.”

“Will you,” Lucia asked her own eyes now filling with arousal at the suggestion.

“Yes.”

“Well we can’t have that now can we?”

“No, so will you stop this nonsense and allow me to speak.”

“If I must,” Lucia said with a pout knowing that consciences would be far worse, and besides his rewards are always better than his punishments. 

“Good girl,” Adam before leaning down ever close to her. “I was never a morning person, but then I started waking up to your face and….”

“And what?”

“Perhaps, mornings aren’t that bad, after all.” 

Whoever made the next move couldn’t be determined all that was known was the two might’ve been stuck in bed for a little while longer inducing in certain morning pleasures. As the once morning grump Adam might’ve changed his tune just a little, though he would never admit it, after all, if he did, he might be without his morning pleasures, and besides what was he, if he wasn’t her morning grump?

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