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calisources · 2 months
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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒.
Sentences were taken from different sources of literature that depict dark romance, these include possessive language, jealousy, power trips, some kinks, innuendos. Some sentences are tamer than others, please use wisely. Change names, pronouns and locations as you see fit. This meme is not safe for all audiences, as it contains adult themes.
Cara is mine, and only mine.
You didn’t seem to be in any danger when you were being my good, little girl.
A crush? I had consumed at least three of that woman’s bodily fluids, as she had mine. 
I worship you.
Very, very bad girl.
So you admit it, I make you scream.
See, my sweet gift? I knew you’d f/cking come around.
My beautiful, sweet gift. I am forever lost in you.
Let me heal those wounds and soothe that ache.
I’m gonna fuck you now. It’s gonna be fast and hard because I’ve waited too long for this.
In this fucked up world of ours, we're meant for each other.
I may have broken you, but know that you've broken me just the same.
Let me free you of the constraints of virtue. Better yet, free yourself.
You're supposedly protected by god, but here you are fucking the devil.
Like this you are powerful. Learn what it is to command the attention of a god.
I need you to take me the way you want me.
I hope you never forget about me and that the thought of me haunts you for eternity.
I was born to be your god, born with the power to make you do what I want.
You've captivated my soul and breathe life into me.
No escaping. I told you I'd never let you go.
I am a poison that all of humanity must fear.
You  ruined me and I can’t be bothered about it.
I forgot how good you taste. 
Real men get their girls nice and ready first.
This girl. She’s living, walking art. And she’s mine.
Do you want me on my knees?
You’re a bad man and you do bad things. You will always do bad things. But not to me.
You are painfully beautiful, do you know that?
Every time you look at me, it feels as if you start a wildfire inside my heart
Such a perfect girl you are, put on this world just for me.
I have killed for you, baby. And I’ll never stop.
You forgot I was a siren.
I just wanted to keep you forever.
I have missed you for so long. And now you are in front of me, but you’re afraid to touch me.
 There can never be anything in the world that would hurt me more than when you left me.
I don’t know if I want to cry or if I want to scream or if I want to fucking kiss you.
Christ, I wish you could see yourself. You look otherworldly.
I used to smell your dirty shirts when you weren’t looking.
In order for me to fuck you, I’m going to need you to be healed first.
 How I’ve missed that filthy mouth.
What else did I teach you?
You taught me how to be a good girl for you.
How to let you ravage me so badly that I feel like I’m on the brink of death.
I'm a simple man who's been reduced to his base instincts to hunt, capture, keep.
If she is my devil, then I will gladly burn.
If you don’t protect what belongs to you, then sooner or later, it belongs to someone else.
The power he holds over me―
You like to be owned by me? Knowing that I will kill anyone that ever tries to steal you away?
You want passion. A love that completely devours every inch of you. 
I know that you long for a little danger, too. I saw how you thrived on it.
It only hurts because I want you so much.
 if you could see yourself through my eyes, you’d know why I chose you. 
You taste like sin.
You're doing so good, Handsome.
No one touches what's mine.
And you are mine. Whether you agree is irrelevant.
I caught you, so now I get to ravish you.
Let’s do something about that mouth of yours, hm?
Be my woman, Ana. Allow me to call myself yours.
I want you to know that you can’t hide from me.
Play nicely, little lamb. Or else, I won’t.
I will do with you as I please.
Show me how much you want me.
You haven’t been getting what you need, have you?
Would it make you feel better if I call you Daddy while you fuck me?
You’ll never know when I’m going to drag you into the darkness.
I’m rough with your body sometimes, but I’ll always be gentle with your soul. 
Fucking hell, you’re sweet. You’re so goddamn sweet.
The flesh wants what it wants.
If you continue to behave like this, I'll actually start to believe you don't hate me.
Desire becomes surrender. Surrender becomes Power.
And I will break you. I will make it so you can't breathe without me. 
What happened to the thrill of the chase?
I just like the way wrong feels.
I swear I won't touch you even with a finger until you ask me yourself.
I need to hear a yes, sir.
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hymemena · 4 months
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unhlnged · 8 months
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3 usfw headcanons for my muse Rafe Cameron
idea stolen from @lcstinfantasy and @frxgmcnts
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Hands. His hands on you. Always. Anywhere. He just needs to touch you, hold you, grab you, choke you, spank you, finger you.
Toys. He hates them. He gets extremely jealous if he finds them. Even worse, when he finds out that you use them. He'll make sure you won't ever forget that he's the only one allowed to touch you. To fuck you. To be inside you. (And he's so much better than a dumb toy anyway.)
Rough. It's who he is. He can't help it. He won't change it. He needs it that way. It's too big, you say? I'll make it fit, he says. It's about power and control, yes, but truth is, he just can't get enough of you. It's not just that he wants you, he needs you. Now.
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cldhrbour · 2 months
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[ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. - @wolfbrawn
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heavy breaths fill farkas's room. gentle kisses a percussion that breaks soft moans. perched in his lap , the wolf's face is cradled by pale , cool hands. it'd been best. leaving the party behind. there was no need to heavily pet each other in front of the others , despite the shadows they'd kept to. and her wolf was hungry tonight. she could tell. maybe she was a little bit too. RAVENOUS. clothes had been discarded in an attempt to get as close to each other as they could. it wasn't working. it wasn't enough. days and weeks and months had passed , yet their appetite was growing and growing.
how polite he'd been. temptation digging its teeth in. every once in a while she'd feel him. the way his hands , on her thighs and the round of her buttocks , would twitch. would grip just a little harder. keeping them from wandering without her say. press her in to him as her hips would roll. by the gods he was addictive. blood of fire and freedom , of wind in his hair and adrenaline. he'd been so patient with her. up until now they'd steal themselves away with promises of laced kisses and whispered words. in some moments delicate and soft. in others , esurient as if nothing would satiate until they had every molecule of each other. always ending before they completely consumed the other. even on the roads by themselves. nothing but heated kisses. skin against skin. up until now it'd been enough. something about tonight , she needed more. more of him. to give more of herself. she feels the way his hand skates up. nestles right at the crease of her hip and grips into the plush , soft skin with a soft 'please'. whimpered in the same way she's heard so often before. and denied.
no longer.
reaching between their bodies , serana takes his hand and instead of leading it politely back to where it had been , she brings it to waters uncharted. " yes. i want to feel you tonight. . . i need to. " calloused fingers that knew battle and rage are pressed into the sweet apex of her thighs. she sings for him. the softest sigh , prettier than anything she's moaned against him before. honey dripping. where before the rolling of her hips was lazy and unguided , the moment his thumb circles around her clit she finds her purpose. " that's it. . . " she groans. head dipping back. he takes the opportunity. lips wrapping around exposed skin , teeth digging in. of course he elicits another rippling moan. he's found his too. the feast could begin. her claws grip to his hair , letting him lead the pace as she rides his fingers.
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hybrid-royalty · 8 months
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💋💋
for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
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Under the cut, these turned out darker than expected:
Klaus finds psychological torture arousing. Humiliation and degradation are both turn ons, but in very specific ways. He's not interested in meek acceptance or agreements of his pronouncements, he wants you to argue until you just can't anymore. Simpering won't get you anywhere with him, he wants to watch the life drain out of your eyes, then he wants to fuck it back into you.
In a similar vein, a very black enjoyment would be actually killing during the act, or at the penultimate. It's like autoasphyxiation, where the high is worth the danger because the climax is so intense - except the partner actually does die. Only fun with vampires, because they come back. Feels like a waste on a human who wouldn't even have to live with it for the rest of their lives. With knowing that there's no other rush that will ever be that good and hate themselves for wanting it again.
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trckstaer · 5 months
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˖ ࣪⭑ You Wish, Flyana Boss : ' Hello Christ, I'm about to sin again, ' Matt murmured into the skin of Alice's sternum, muzzling into the warmth of it and biting at the flesh gently. His hand sat on her hip, moving up to squeeze her waist and then grope at her chest, thumb flicking expertly across her nipple. It was one of the days that seemed to happen all too often where his partner's day off collided with a day when he was working from home. His laptop was still droning on, the man in the meeting with him was talking and had been for two hours. Matt and Foggy had been sending voice messages back and forth about how long they thought he would keep going before he realised that neither of them were talking back. Foggy thought a half hour, Matt reckoned forty-five minutes.
His hand, not busy with aiding in sucking a mark onto pale flesh under the flimsy fabric of Alice's crop top, moved to push his laptop to the side, pulling his partner down into his lap. Matt leaned back slightly before shutting the lid of the computer, ' you know, we said we loved this guy but I'm just not feeling it. '
— @heroeslogic : Spotify Wrapped Meme — 69 !
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retconned-royalty · 8 months
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💋x4
damon and stiles
1864
canon
polymahem
for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
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Damon and Stiles: I said earlier that Stiles is stuck with the worst part of Damon, but that's not entirely true. After the break up and getting back together, Damon puts a real effort into the relationship and part of that is letting himself feel some actual emotions with Stiles. Damon has the ability to be a top and a total simp at the same time, it's just mixed in with his toxicity... One example will be blowjobs. Something he expected from Stiles, but never reciprocated the first time around. It wasn't until they got back together that he started caring about Stiles' enjoyment as a separate thing from his own enjoyment. SO Stiles' will find out exactly what that mouth can do.
1864: Damon absolutely masturbated to Katherine and had zero shame about it. If she wasn't visiting his room that night, he was still thinking about her, she was on his mind constantly.
Canon: Damon has and will engage in whatever kinks his partner suggests, he likes the sensation of wowing the other person with how dirty or vile he can be. There is absolutely an arousal that comes with the shock territory. But a lot of that is just to make up for the absolutely emptiness he finds in the act with just about everyone - outside of a few actual real relationships. Sex is meaningless and he just desperately wants to feel something.
Polymayhem: It was a little weird at first, but after a few years nudity meant absolutely nothing to Damon. It took Stefan a LOT LONGER to come to the same conclusion. But Damon will absolutely crawl into the same bed as Stefan and Katherine after they've finished fucking and take his turn, if his brother doesn't like it then he can LEAVE, but there's nothing sexual in regards to his brother about any of it. Just comfortable intimacy with Katherine at the middle.
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hybrid-royalty-main · 8 months
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💋 klaus
for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
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Klaus has a feeding kink, as most vampires do, but if he's with another vampire - he likes to watch them lose control and get very animalistic with it. Bloody mess, covered in viscera, almost to the point of shame but they are so far past caring - he rewards it with a rutting so furious they are likely to bleed from him too. Just two monsters in the dark.
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stoic-royalty · 8 months
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for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
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This is an idea I've been playing around with in my head, but I haven't decided yet if it's going to be canon for my portrayal of him. If I run with it, I'll make a long ass in depth post about it.
Elijah has a control kink, that tips into hardcore BDSM and even a little sadomasochism. It's borne out of his OCD and self control issues, it's reliving the trauma of being out of control and the things he does when it happens, but in a safe environment. One where he knows that nothing bad will happen because he IS in control. If he's inflicting pain on a partner, it's completely safe and consensual, but it's an opportunity to show himself "yes I can do these awful things but I can also STOP."
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calisources · 2 months
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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.
All these quotes are taken from different works of fiction and depict sensual, sexual tension between two people in different scenarios. There are some that are suggestive while others are more detail so this meme is nsft and usft, please tag accordingly. Mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, sex, fantasies are all here. Change pronouns, names, locations as you see fit.
I knew the first moment I saw him that it was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I was going to enjoy every damn minute of it.
You're still looking.
You make it hard to look away.
I'm over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, that’s not fair.
If you'd just man up and admit there's something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me.
How long are you going to make me wait?
How awfully presumptuous of you to think I'd let you.
You missed my arrogance almost as much as I missed your impudence, little one.
You said not to fall for you. Did you change your mind?
We both needed to blow off some steam, and we did, right?
They say the colour of a lady’s lips is an exact match to another region on the body?
You're too soft.
Can we go back to making out now?
You sound jealous.
Then tell me this is what you truly want. Swear you want this more than anything else and I'll never mention it again.
If you want me to play the bawd, at least give me the benefit of your advice.
Tell me how it's done. Do you think she'd like it if I came to her like this, if I looked deeply in to her eyes?
And then like this? Is this how I ought to seduce her?
You're wet, aren't you?
You drove me mad.
She asked me not to be gentle with her, either,I would have been gentle with you, though.
I would have had you moaning my name throughout it all. And I would have taken a very, very long time, Feyre.
I'm all yours to look at, you know.
You need to let me go, darling, before we start something I intend to finish.
Feel free to touch, darling. It's all yours.
. . .I hate you.
Say it again.
Grind it. Nice and fine.
I gave him a few smiles and he handed over a family heirloom. I bet he'd give me the keys to his territory if I showed up wearing those undergarments.
Why shouldn't I? You seem to have difficulty not staring at me day and night.
Am I supposed to deny, that I find you attractive?
Is that a challenge, Feyre?
Do you think it's fair that you have seen every inch of me, and I have seen none of you?
Move with me now.
Touch me anywhere you please.
I want you to make love to me.
Do you know what that truly means?
You do know? You know that I will be inside you and that I will move inside you, until we are both mad from pleasure?
I want you inside me.
You have three minutes to get ready now.
I did dream about you. I didn’t want to, but I did.
What was I doing in your dreams?
Someone is watching us through the window.
All the more reason to put on a good show.
You're not in a position to make demands.
The best things are found in the most secret places.
And you are a beautiful, sexy temptress who is about to be fucked by a man who wants her so desperately he's willing to do anything to have her.
When I'm with a woman, it's not me doing the begging.
You're rubbing yourself all over me. What did you think was going to happen?
I thought you were all about self-control.
I remember how powerful those thighs are.
You are more beautiful than I imagined.
And your skin... Christ, it shimmers like gold.
I'm naked underneath.
Tell me----did it get you off knowing I was watching?
I want to take you under the moonlight.
Please, don’t stop.
Oh, so I shouldn’t? That would be cruel of me, wouldn’t it?
I am the cruelest man you will ever meet, but, I will make you feel so good, you will not care.
I’ve never been with a man before.
You do bad things to me, Carrie. Very bad things.
And you, Miss, are no lady.
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ealiyah · 1 year
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@el3nas asked: ❛ please touch me. ❜ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬 .  
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he  praise  himself  as  someone  who  keeps  composture  even  in  the  dire  of  times.  this  is  not  a  dire  situation  but  he  is  still  very  much  an  unmovable  object  as  eyes  lay  on  elena.  he  had  been  entertaining  her  while  she  passed  through  the  city,  showing  her  the  marvels  of  new  orleans  and  companionship  had  grown  with  ease.  elijah  had  also  made  a  silent  vow  that  he  would  not  reach  or  touch  until  he  has  the  verbal  consent  and  demand  through  her  words.  
barely  kissed,  barely  touched,  elijah  keeps  himself  out  of  reach,  fingers  dancing  ghostly  over  the  skin  of  her  exposed  arms.  "I  want  you  to  be  sure  what  you  are  asking,  elena."  he  speaks  in  a  whisper,  eyes  shifting  toward  the  curvature  of  her  neck,  his  fingertips  moving  to  trace  the  line  there.  "and  you  muse  be  clear  and  precise  with  me.  you  want  me  to  touch  you?"  he  repeats  the  question,  his  hand  moving,  one  finger  tracing  the  line  that  directs  to  her  chest,  down  to  her  breast.
 "here?"  his  other  hand  shift  to  the  side,  pressing  then  to  the  curve  of  her  back,  flushing  her  body  against  his  own.  "there?"  whispers  against  her  lips,  the  original  leans  to  barely  brush  his  lips  on  her  own.  "or  here?"
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the-iron-orchid · 2 years
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60 for Jinana and Julian (could give random example fantasies, common ones, or faves?)
(also I'm on mobile and seeing your gorgeous header art on the way to the ask button is such a treat)
(Thanks! I'm still really fond of that render, even if there are things I'd change now - I think it's actually some of the best lighting I've ever done!)
[ Thirsty OC Asks ]
60. What, if anything, do they fantasize about when they masturbate?
Under cut because 🍋 ofc, MINORS DNI!
Jinana tends not to think about anything in particular, being more focused on the sensations. When s/he does fantasize, it tends to be about domming other doms, domming a whole gaggle of subs (impractical IRL) or replaying some of hir favorite memories.
S/he does harbor a persistent fantasy of taking on Julian's form and fucking him silly with a carbon copy of his own dick, however. They just haven't quite gotten to it yet meaning I haven't written it yet! The closest so far is this snippet of Julian-on-Julian violence :D
(Literally the only way you'll ever see me writing a dom!Julian lmaooooooooo)
Julian himself is everywhere and on the moon, being the horny lil guy he is 😆 Being involved with not one, but two magicians at once means that there isn't much in the way of fantasies that can't be granted, one way or another.
Still, given that neither of them are into very heavy degradation play or inflicting more than light injuries on their partners (outside of biting, scratching, impact marks, etc), he does have a tendency to fantasize about more extreme forms of these, alongside fantasies of being passed around for rough sex (pirate crew gangbang, anyone?).
Fortunately, being in a much better place mental-health-wise at this point, he's aware that these are just fantasies! There's no inherent harm in having them, and no need for him to try and seek such things out IRL. In fact, he'll share his fantasies with his partners for titillation and amusement, instead of feeling ashamed about having them. Character development lmao
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unhlnged · 8 months
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📸 Send me a picture of your muse, for my muse to react to!  - From Vi
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📸 Send me a picture of your muse, for my muse to react to!
Fuck.
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“You wanna wear that to the party?”
Rafe walks up behind his girlfriend who stands in front of the mirror in her room, taking a picture of herself with her phone.
“It's a pool party.”
“At Gordon MacAllister's house.”
“So?” Violet cranes her head to look at Rafe who stands directly behind her.
“So?!” He frowns and snatches the phone out of her hand.
“Rafe!” She complains, but grins when she sees that he sends the photo to his own phone and deletes it afterwards.
Rafe remembered very clearly when that photo was taken. More than a year ago. When things were so different. When Violet was his. Now she was gone, he was alone, sitting in the dark room, too tired to get up and get another bottle of scotch, looking at his phone, having sent her hundreds of texts, and getting no reply. He was aimlessly scrolling just to find that picture of her. Taken that day over a year ago.
She crosses her arms in front of her chest, looks up at him, pouting with her sweet lips.
“That was for my Instagram.”
“They don’t deserve to see you like that.”
Violet sulks and he sighs. She's so beautiful. So sweet. His hands caress her cheek, then he leans down to kiss her sulking lips.
“I’ll make a new one. A better one, alright?”
Her face brightens up and she unfolds her arms, posing for her boyfriend as he steps back, even crouches down to take a picture with her phone.
But Rafe gets up and frowns.
“Nah, it's not working.”
“What's wrong? The light? My make up?” Her slender hands touch her pretty face.
Rafe eyes her up as he comes closer.
“This. You don't need this flimsy thing.” He brushes her beach kimono from her shoulder, fingers running over her soft skin.
“It’s a cover-up.”
“It doesn't cover up anything.”
The piece of clothing falls to the floor. Violet giggles. Rafe steps closer and turns her around, so both are facing the mirror. He looks into her beautiful eyes, one hand trails down her arm, the fingers of his other hand run over her back, as he leans close, and his lips ever so lightly breathe kisses on the back of her neck.
He reclined in his chair, breathed in audibly and his hand opened his jeans.
Violet closes her eyes and relaxes under his touch. He tastes her warm skin, her sweetness. She shivers and his arm wraps around her, pulls her closer, as his kiss intensifies, his mouth sucking on her sensitive skin. Her sweet gasps send a bolt right to his cock.
His hand slipped into his boxers. He inhaled sharply as he palmed his length.
Rafe kisses over his girlfriend's shoulder. Then he looks up to meet her eyes in the mirror as he pulls at the straps of her bikini top to undo the knot. “You don’t need this either.”
“Rafe!” Her little protests are muffled by his mouth, as he grabs her chin, turns her face and claims her lips in a greedy kiss. His other hand cups her now naked breast, kneading it, making her squirm, her body rubbing against his. His fingers play with her hard nipple, she tenses up, and her little butt presses against his thigh, as she moans into the kiss. Her cute noises mix with the ruffling sound of his boardshorts, as she whimpers when feeling his hard length pressing against her back. He holds her tighter.
His breath hitched. He felt himself growing in his hand, still looking at the photo on his phone’s screen.
His hand at her hip, he unties that knot and her bikini bottom falls to the floor. Through the mirror he looks at her body, taking every bit of her naked figure in. She's just perfect. And she is his.
Noticing the way he gapes at her, Violet grins. “But I cant wear nothing to that party, Rafe…”
His thumb rubs over her hip bone.
His thumb rubbed over his wet tip, before clasping the thick shaft. Pumping hard.
Rafes hands are all over her body, touching her, grabbing her, he just needs to feel her. And she squirms, giggles, moans, licks her sweet lips. Her sweet, sweet lips.
His eyes meet hers, as her little butt rubs against his crotch, teasing him. A low growl escapes his throat.
Suddenly he bends her over. A surprised moan comes from her sweet mouth as she braces her arms against the mirror, looking for support.
Standing behind her he pulls down his shorts, freeing his aching erection. He holds his breath and watches as he runs his length between her firm butt cheeks making her moan.
He grabs her hard by the hip, and she parts her legs. In one long thrust he pushes his length inside her, feeling her wet tightness clenching. He pushes harder, pushes all the way in, filling her completely, and she lets out a sweet scream, then moans in pleasure, as he takes her hard from behind. Her cheek presses against the mirror as she is trying to look at him, but her eyes roll into the back of her head as he moves faster. The mirror fogging from her rapid breath. Her whimpers grow louder. Her body convulses, she tenses up, as he fucks her in a relentless rhythm. The smacking sounds of flesh against flesh filling her bedroom.
He groaned as he came in his hand. He closed his eyes, panting.
“Fuck…” He exhaled.
Fuck, he missed her so bad.
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cldhrbour · 18 days
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[ GRIND ]:  sender  grinds  on  receivers  thigh. - @wolfbrawn
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finding farkas after the short fight hadn't been hard and over time had become driven by near instinct for the undead woman. despite the distance the harkon-sent vampire spawn had made him chase , listening for the labored breathing of the beast amongst the now silent forest proved simple. one moment , he's alone , hot breath steaming against the cool , skyrim air , and the next serana is standing beside him , resting corpse-white fingers onto the broad plane of the were's head. " we're done. they're all dead. "
it's always a toss up on his state after shifting. some nights the adrenaline waned enough that the wolf was simply back to normal. a few nuzzles at her safety , a want for food , and enthusiasm to regale the latest events as if she hadn't been just around the bend. ( not that it mattered , she always listened with earnest patience. ) other nights , not so much. tonight , she supposed as he moved to hold her , to kiss her , was one of those. he's nothing short of hungry with need, the way pewter eyes regarded her a feast. their kissing devolved to all fever and teeth , fingers desperate for purchase 'pon skin. when the tree meets her backside , she's grateful , it was always better to have some semblance of stability. she knows what he wants. what he's looking for. and oh how she hates denying him.
" not just yet , pup." she must be deplorable in how she delights at the desperate moan those words elicit , that she hears right next to her ear as dull enamel tugs pointed tips , the tightened vice grip on her waist that she feels digging into plush flesh. not at the denial , no. that wasn't what she savored like a fine wine. it was what it meant. it was the way his entire hulking being was filled with the desire to worship and please , yet here he was , unable to find release. he needs her. needs this. what kind of lover would she be if she couldn't find another way. still pinned against the oak , pale fingers cradle his face , giving in to the storm once again when their mouths meet. " how badly do you need me ?? " the words are near swallowed between their devouring and she's met with another whine , more pressure from his body. he's begging her to feel that need. don't make him say it. and she does feel it. feels him hard against her thigh , overcome with the want for any friction. so she pushes back. treats him to what he wordlessly asks for. lets her leg rub between his and adjusts as he almost collapses against her , head dropping to her shoulder , hot breath cascading down her skin in waves. clued in , farkas cradles her against his chest , teeth gripping her neck as he begins to take advantage of her gift and rut.
" someday , poor thing , " serana croons into his ear as he works , threading dove-white fingers into the silk of his hair , doing her own part to meet his rhythm with her thigh. " just imagine how good it'll feel. " a feral whimper thunders against her shoulder in response. " so buttery and soft and you'll smell like me for days. " she's rewarded with another fervid whimper. a more desperate tempo. and heady panting mixed between it all. " is that what you want ?? do you want everyone to know you're mine ?? " her head twists , tongue lapping just beneath his ear to catch the sweat pooling there , relishing in the sting of his teeth as he stayed latched on to her , the soft panting that mixed with his breathy whines she almost thinks is better than the sex ever would be. all hunger and need. " good boy. . . keep going. you're mine. you're safe. you can come for me. " her tone sits low in her chest , warm and thick like honey. and it takes little else. once again serana's sandwiched hard between the rough of the oakwood and the dense muscle of his body that shudders against her upon release. this time she's prized with a deep , reverent groan that vibrates against her skin , that echoes their forest-tufted clearing , a grip from rough , calloused hands that's sure to leave momentary bruises on her waist , that ripped some of the bark behind her as he trembled above serana.
all because of how badly he wanted , no , NEEDED her.
farkas slackens against her , releasing her moon-kissed shoulder , the wind cold against the spittle that dribbled down her flesh leaving indents of his teeth and goosebumps in it's wake. once his breathing slows , serana's quick to embrace him , to lead him down onto the forest floor to rest , peppering sweat-stricken face with kisses , softly combing the hair from his face , anything to reward him for listening despite his condition. " i promise , one day we'll know each other fully , " crooning , their lips meet , feverish , a wax-seal on her promise. setting it into stone. " until then , i'll have you know you are quite beautiful like this. . . messy and needy. . . let's get you out of those breeches and cleaned up. "
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Saw this on your main : for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
So here we go : 💋
@elena-gilbertrp
for each 💋 ill write a nsfw headcanon about my muse.
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Klaus is sadistic and enjoys inflicting pain, he pushes boundaries and to the very edge of what his partner think they can take, and then goes a little further. For example, he might choke Elena and if it scares her, he'd say something like, "...but look how wet you get when I do..." Mixing in the fear and pain with pleasure, until he wins and she admits how much she enjoys it.
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‘ 😏 ‘ [ for OG Elias because i want to know what the fuck this little rich boy's sexuality even looks like. sue me.]
og elias is gay, but in denial about it. whenever he sleeps with a guy, it's rough and vicious and he never stays afterwards. he likes to think that he's in charge but he's not really confident enough in s*x to really know what he's doing (though that doesn't stop him). all this to say that he doesn't really know what he wants to do and will defer to a partner if he's forceful enough.
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