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untitledlez · 7 months
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I’m all for nasty, degrading n messy sex. But what about the soft, intimate n romantic side of sex?
Fully embracing your partner under your touch, them feeling safe enough to show vulnerability n themselves to you, and knowing that only you are lucky enough to see them like that. It’s a feeling you can’t describe.
Feeling the way their body reacts with each tender touch. How their cheeks light up red, how they get flustered, seeing the need n lust in their eyes as they plead for more, how their voice gets all soft n warm because they need you that bad.
Towering over them, shushing them with soft words, praising them for being good, and waiting patiently,, asking them where they want to be touched the most, and fully giving in to making them feel good.
Filling the room with their gentle moans n whines, not being able to hold in your own noises because making them feel good makes you feel even better.
Little ear bites n whispers, giggles n ‘mms’ just fully taking in each other n appreciating every second well spent with them.
Bringing them to their orgasm, feeling their body tremble under every touch, talking to them through it with soft words ‘It’s okay bunny, let yourself unwind, cum for me princess. Im so proud of you’
Then then implode, making a mess everywhere..
Than the aftercare. Cleaning them up, kissing every red mark you left and their pretty tears away. Leaving a few gentle marks on their neck n chest so they won’t ever forget the moment. Running them a nice bath,, bathing them, and making their favourite comfort meal, giving them your baggy clothes n laying them in bed, letting them snuggle up to you, and drift off to slumber.
Tender n intimate sex shouldn’t be shut out.
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alicewritten · 9 months
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pinterest comments that make you scream and wail and pull your hair crouched on the ground in hope
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master-xochimilli · 16 days
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Wanna lean in a nuzzle my cheek onto them when I wake up, pulling them in closer, gently sweetly, rub my hands on their back, letting kisses all around their face.
Giggle and quietly speak as they slowly wake, already going on one of my endless rambles about everything and nothing at the same time, blushing so warmly when they laugh at something I've said, before leaning in and kissing me as the sun comes up
Wanna roll around their bed, whine and pout all playfully when it's time to get ready to go to work, kiss them soft and keep them on me just another minute more with my arms around them~
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Slump on me now, the ropes aren't digging anymore. Hush now, just breathe. Slow and steady.
In...out..there we are pet.
I'm so proud of you. You were so good for me. Let me wipe those tears off. No no, just relax now, I've got your blanket right here. Hold onto me and we'll settle in, does a movie or show sound good?
A book? Ok my dear, your choice tonight..
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syeri · 2 years
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life's too short ♡
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holidayinnoirpunk · 2 years
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Zuko’s swt visits throughout their relationship :)
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babygirlbondage · 8 months
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a sleepover but its a group of sadistic girls that cant help but hold you down and use your holes. shoving random things inside of you to see which makes you cum the fastest. taking turns fucking you with their cocks, treating you and your sensitive holes as nothing but a toy. sarcastically cooing at you as you become more and more of a broken, mindless slut. them standing over you as they laughing and take pictures of you as youre dripping wet and crying. telling you that youre such a good fucktoy for them as they pound you harder only to lock you away with cum oozing out of all your holes once theyre done and leave you like that for the rest of the night
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littlegirly · 3 months
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“fuckfuckfuck” sub x “watch your language” dom who only goes harder when their sub curses
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alicewritten · 6 months
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“seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midsts of hell, are not hell, and make it so they endure, give them space.
— italo calvino, invisible cities
doing things that bring you joy is not a reward for being useful. you must give yourself permission to invest time and energy in passions, even without a clear objective. you deserve it
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master-xochimilli · 13 days
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Thinking about my sweet boy as I get ready to sleep as always, his pretty face, his cute smile, the way their hair falls on and around her face as it always does. The way her eyes have the same color as a shimmering river in the middle of the day in late June. How pretty and soft looking his lips seem, I wanna kiss him soo so badly. Run my fingers through their hair, across his face, caress his entire body. Fuck fuck fuck I am genuinely so in love with him !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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teafromthemicrowave · 1 month
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MOTH JON MOTH JON MOTH JON
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targaryenvodka · 1 year
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regrow your soul
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summary - helaena discovers she likes plants too
warnings - there aren't any :)
work count - 500
authors note - wrote something i thought was worth sharing. helaena fully owns my heart.
once every few months, helaena would get her hands dirty. kindly declining help offered by servants, she'd walk her plants from her room one in each arm down to the garden, where she wouldn't have to worry about making a mess. still, though, she never bothered to use gardening gloves offered to her by servants; she preferred the wet soil against her skin where it could leech out all the bad in her mind.
the plants grew, regardless of the world around them. all helaena had to do was water them sometimes, and keep them in a window with lots of sunlight. and they were happy.
oblivious to the hate and anger of the world, they climbed toward the sun, more slowly than she could see. sometimes she did try to see them grow.
she'd stared at them as she embroidered for hours while hoping to be as oblivious to the outside world as they often were. those times were some of the few times she felt truly happy.
she'd decided to take up gardening as a way to better decorate her insect terrariums, but quickly, it grew into a love of its own. now, she tentatively cares for plants alongside her insects.
the best times were when the plants grew too large for their containers. those times almost consumed her entire day- at least while there was sunshine out.
she’d simply visit the greenhouse and look for old jars that could fit them, sometimes taking armfuls to the garden. then she’d take a bucket and hand-held shovel go and gather dirt, making sure it was dark, healthy, and moist.
to move a plant, you have to break it. for it to grow in new soil, the mass of threadlike roots has to be broken. helaena often felt guilty about hurting the plant, but she knew it had to be done for new growth.
she’d always try to find the metaphor in it, but nothing’d ever felt right. nothing that serious felt right when the sun was on her skin and the grass was cool beneath her legs and feet. when the dirt slides between her long fingers, all she can think of is holding the plant as softly as she can, cradling it.
when the plants were safely in their new containers, she’d pat the dirt down and wipe them clean. then came the careful trek back to her room, where she would gently place them by the windows that they so loved.
and then she’d watch them for the rest of the afternoon as they grew and repaired themselves, hoping she’d get to re-pot them soon.
that is why there are plants on her windowsill.
not because they make the air better or because they are pretty. it's to remind her of those rare days she gets to sit in the sun and think only of what is in her hands.
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renrotica · 2 months
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do you know how easy it'd be to slide your cock in me while i'm asleep? and press your entire body weight against me, keeping me trapped underneath you? with one of your hands over my mouth? while you moan and whisper in my ear that i was asking for it even while im unconscious?
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53v3nfrn5 · 4 months
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Aya Brea of ‘Parasite Eve’ (1998) Art: Tetsuya Nomura
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wanders-in-wonderland · 4 months
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Date Night Distractions
“Stop squirming or I’m going to pull out,” he growls into my ear. I whine softly, feeling my pussy clench down around his cock inside of me as I reluctantly keep still. He huffs softly against my neck and grabs the TV remote off the couch, turning up the volume on whatever inane movie is playing.
When he’d suggested we stream a movie for date night, I did not think I’d end up naked, seated on his lap, locked in his arms, and cockwarming him for the entire two hour long film. I checked out of the movie an hour ago, focusing only on the feeling of his long, hard cock filling my pussy so perfectly. But no matter how much I squirmed, begged, and wriggled around on his lap, he refused to fuck me or do anything other than lightly kiss my shoulder and stroke my arms.
Not even a few minutes later, I’m impatiently rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard cock brush up against my g-spot with every move. Small, breathless moans are escaping between my parted lips as I melt against him, eyes closing in pleasure and leaning the back of my head on his shoulder, letting my legs splay open on either side.
“You really can’t follow directions tonight, huh, darling?” He murmurs.
“Please, daddy, please I want you to fuck me,” I whimper, turning my neck to stare up at him beggingly.
“Nope, not until the movie is over,” he says mockingly, “Be good and maybe I’ll give you something to tide you over.” His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing softly against my pussy before retracting again. I whine and beg him, “Please, please, please touch me, daddy.”
He laughs softly in my ear, “You are such a perfect little whore. Can’t even keep your composure throughout a movie with daddy’s cock in your desperate little pussy.”
I can feel my pussy clenching around him at his words, and I know I’m dripping. His fingers brush lightly against my stomach again and he runs them down towards my pussy. I’m gasping and panting in anticipation, wanting him to do something, do anything to make the burning need inside of me go away for a little.
His fingers come to where we’re joined, collecting some of my wetness before he pulls them away and licks my essence off his fingers. “Fuck, darling, you always taste so sweet,” his voice is growly and I feel his cock jerk inside of me slightly. I whimper, the praise making me even hotter and wetter.
He fingers come back down to the apex of my thighs and he flicks my clit with the lightest touch. My back arches and I let out a broken moan and rock against him. The sharp pleasure shocks my system, making my head spin and lights flash in my vision.
“Good girl, you like that huh?” He murmurs softly as his fingers rub my clit softly without stopping. “Ah, fuck, yes, please daddy, it feels so good,” my voice is breathless and pitchy with pleasure. His doesn’t stop moving his fingers, stroking my clit in tight circles with varying speed and pressure, pushing my body closer and closer toward orgasm.
“Such a pretty girl, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect, darling,” his praise is delivered with soft groans and growls as he plays with my body. I whine wordlessly, feeling my body moments away from shattering in a breathtaking orgasm.
“Come on, darling, cum all over my cock and on my fingers,” he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and harder against my pulsing clit. I moan as I feel the orgasm burning through my body, my pussy bearing down on his cock and pulsing rhythmically. I ride the wave of pleasure and hear his whispered praise in my ear, the combination of everything making me feel so warm and so loved.
“Good girl, just like that, cumming for me. So, so pretty when you fall apart, that’s it, that feels good huh?” He hums softly in my ear in approval, “Look at how drippy you are, darling, all that’s for me.”
My mind is spinning, thoughts floating away as the orgasm fades, leaving the most delicious, bone-settling haze and fullness. But he doesn’t stop playing with my clit, and slowly, the warmth fades and is replaced with a burning overstimulation that makes me cry out and squirm, my legs closing to protect my clit.
“Please, daddy, please it’s too much! I need a break!”
He laughs darkly in my ear. “Oh no, darling, no you don’t. You can take it, I know you can. Such a drippy little mess for me, your perfect pussy is so good around my cock.” His rips my legs apart, one hand holding me down while the other continues its assault on my clit.
I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs shaking as a second orgasm starts to build despite the overstimulation wracking my body. He’s merciless as he strums my clit effortlessly, the fullness of his cock combined with the relentless pleasure forcing my orgasm out of me. Stars light up in my vision and tears well up in my eyes as the painful pleasure makes my body go rigid and my pussy clench.
“Fuck, you’re so lovely when you fall apart like this. Good girl, keep cumming for daddy,” his voice seems to float around me, wrapping me up in an all-encompassing cloud of unbearable pleasure. I’m keening softly, letting out whimpering sobs as my body is pushed to its capacity.
“No more, please, no more,” my voice is small and desperate, my legs shaking and trying to close. I’m too cum-drunk to fight back properly and his fingers continue to brutalize me, pushing me toward another peak.
“One more, darling. I know you can do it, pretty girl, come on, let me feel your perfect little pussy fall apart one more time,” he coaxes me, the gentle words a shocking juxtaposition to his rough fingers and hard cock inside of me. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I whine.
Before long, a third orgasm crests inside of me, and I feel my pussy tighten around him again. This time, the pleasure is overwhelming and nerve-fraying. I’m incoherent as I moan and beg, babbling from overstimulation. He plays my body like an instrument and I feel my orgasm erupt, my pussy gushing around his cock, squirting my release.
“Good girl, perfect girl, squirt for daddy. That’s it, baby,” he kisses my neck as his fingers finally slow and stop their assault on my pulsing jewel. He pulls my boneless body off his cock, the feeling of it leaving my body making me whine softly with loss despite how thoroughly decimated I feel. My pussy is achingly empty as he wraps me up in his arms, pulling me close into his chest.
“You did so well, darling. So perfect for me,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I whimper softly and look up at his with bleary eyes, feeling his praise and love surround me. We sit together like this for a few moments, the room aglow with the TV screen still playing whatever stupid movie he’d put on to begin with. I’d almost drifted off in his arms when I feel him shift.
“Come on, darling. We have another thirty minutes left of the movie,” he purrs, smiling deviously at me. And so, I find myself seated on his cock again, my overstimulated pussy pulsing around his hardness, stuffed full, and head hazy with pleasure.
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