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deunmiu-dessie · 1 month

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ⅱ ▬ ⁽ 𝑔𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 ⁾

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₃˖₈ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW, dubcon, rape/noncon elements, explicit content, spectrophilia, ghost/human, rough sex, "unprotected" sex, creampie, somnophilia, cunnilingus. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: after coming home from a grueling day of work, instead of being able to relax, the feeling of someone watching you has you scared. ꒰m!ghost ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

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𝒯 he soft glow of your lamp casts a warm yellow light throughout the desolate home, but it fails to dispel the darkness that lingers. You make a mental note, weariness seeping into your thoughts, to buy a new lightbulb from the mart later in the week. The dimness of the room matches the heaviness in your heart, as you feel the weight of loneliness settle upon your shoulders, part of you knows you should be used to coming home with no one to greet you, but it still stings nonetheless.

Struggling to remove your gym shoes, you let out an annoyed groan, exhaustion causing you to stumble and collide into the wall with a thump. Finally freeing your feet, you stretch your arms above your head and let out a tired sigh. Your muscles ache from the long day at work, and the fatigue seems to seep into your bones. Your eyes flutter closed from the effects of sleep deprivation but your stomach grumbles with a ravenous craving for a thick pastrami sandwich. The thought of sinking your teeth into the juicy meat and tangy mustard momentarily distracts you from the weariness that engulfs you.

Discarding your wool coat onto the carpeted floor, you shuffle yourself wearily down the hallway towards the kitchen, fully expecting it to still be a mess from three days ago. The cluttered countertops and unwashed dishes serve as a constant reminder of your chaotic schedule and the lack of time you have for yourself. It’s as if the mess mirrors the disarray in your own life, and you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by it all. At times you missed living with your parents and not having any responsibilities. Being an adult was so stress-inducing you just wanted to lay in bed and cry sometimes.

Leaning against the hallway wall, you find solace in pressing your forehead against the cool, flowered wallpaper. Sleep weighs heavily on your eyelids, momentarily clouding your vision and tempting you to succumb to its embrace. And just as your legs threaten to give way, a gentle chill dances down your spine, jolting you awake with a surge of electricity. A tired sigh escapes your lips as you run your palm down your face, mustering the strength to continue towards the kitchen. The chaotic mess that greets you almost makes you cry.

Resting against the entryway to the kitchen, a pang of regret washes over you. Deep down, and not even buried that far truly, you wish you hadn’t taken your coworker’s shift. Despite your fondness for the woman, working two consecutive twelve-hour shifts was more than you could handle. And as the new nurse in the hospital, you were an easy target for those who wanted to shirk their responsibilities, they left you to run around like a headlesss chicken.

You finally gather the energy to carry yourself into the kitchen, reaching for a cup from the cupboard and turning on the sink faucet, allowing lukewarm water to fill it. Impatiently you can’t wait for the tap to run cold and quickly knock back the glass, the satisfaction of quenching your thirst outweighs the temperature. Slouching against the sink, you take a moment to stretch, feeling your joints crack and your muscles slacken. You flutter your eyes shut to stop yourself from gazing at the mess that’s your kitchen.

Placing the glass on the worn countertop, you set your medical bag on the kitchen island and head towards the staircase, overwhelmed by the longing for a shower and some rest. However, as you approach the hallway, a sudden shiver runs down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. Your legs momentarily go numb, and you manage to grab hold of the stair railing, preventing yourself from stumbling. After being on your feet for a whole day, you were shocked you had not immediately collapsed when you walked in the door.

A sudden sense of unease washes over you when you survey your modest home, the horrid sensation of being observed seeping into your skin and festering in your mind. It’s as if the feeling surrounds you, leaving you breathless and on edge. Your eyes dart between the dimly lit kitchen and the shadowy staircase, it’s as if the shadows themselves are in motion. Objects seem out of place, and didn’t you leave your bag on the island?

Confusion creases your brow as you search for your bag, it takes a while but you discover it leaning against the couch’s armrest in the living room. Your unease deepens, causing a slight twitch in your eye. The entire situation leaves you unsettled. Anxiously, you bite down on your lower lip, feeling the sting as your teeth sink into the flesh. Once more, the sensation of being watched intensifies, as though someone is observing your every move, listening to your every thought, and knowing your every action. Goosebumps raise on your skin, skittering down your back.

You shake your head in disbelief and pinch the bridge of your nose, the weight of exhaustion and hunger bearing down on you. ( the latter was something you would fix in the morning, as you did not have the energy to cook anything.) The darkness of the hallway only adds to your supposed delusion. With a heavy sigh, you push yourself away from the railing and begin the arduous climb up the stairs.

Stopping just shy of the top of the stairs, you reach your hand out and glide it along the cool walls beside you, feeling for the light switch— one may think that you would know where the light was in a house that you’ve lived in for two years, but you seemed to fail to find it every time. Your palm glides along the walls, desperately searching for the elusive light switch. It’s a futile attempt, as if the house itself is playing tricks on you. The anticipation builds as you inch closer to the top, your body tensing with each step.

Finally, the click of the switch echoes through the silence. But it’s not your doing. Panic sets in as you realize someone else must be in the house, but soon the hallway is bathed in harsh light, exposing every shadow and corner. Yet no one is there. You stare at your hand, questioning whether you had unknowingly flipped the switch.

Ignoring the fear that threatens to consume you, you force yourself to continue. Quickly, you make your way to your room, seeking solace behind the closed door. But even within the confines of your sanctuary, the feeling of being watched persists. It’s as if an unseen presence lingers, peering into the depths of your soul.

Your skin tingles in question as the ethereal sensation of fingers delicately cupping your cheek sends shivers down your spine (truly almost nonexistent). A surge of unease washes over you, even though you can’t see anything, you can sense an intense, ravenous gaze fixated on you. Shaking off the remnants of your episode, you take a hesitant step forward, determined to overcome any lingering apprehension. With a burst of courage, you scurry to your dresser and retrieve an oversized T-shirt, a memento stolen from your older brother years ago, along with a pair of plain black cotton panties.

No matter what strange occurrences were unfolding, you refuse to let them hinder your plans for a hot shower. The past twenty-four hours have left you covered in sweat and grime, and you are determined to cleanse yourself of it all.

With eager anticipation, you make your way to the bathroom, barely bothering to close the door behind you. Placing your clothes in the sink, you turn towards the shower, pushing the curtain aside to adjust the knobs and pull up the shower valve, spurring on the hot water. As the bathroom fills with steam, your breathing becomes slightly shallow, the heat causing your cheeks to flush.

Stepping back towards the sink, you gaze at the fogged-up mirror, your reflection blurred and distorted. Like a scene from a horror movie, you raise your hand and press it against the glass, wiping downwards and watching as the water droplets cascade lower, dripping on your discarded clothing below.

As your eyes meet your reflection once more, they immediately lose focus and fixate on the imposing figure standing just a few meters behind you. Towering over six feet tall, his muscular frame exudes a suffocating amount of dominance and power. A scream of terror and disbelief escapes your lips, and in a panic, you grab the hand soap from the sink and swiftly turn around, hurling it towards the intruder. The bottle soars through the air, crashing into the wall before landing on the tiled floor.

There was no one there; you were going crazy.

“Calm down. You need to sleep. It’s been a long day; your mind is playing tricks on you.”

You were just full of excuses, desperately trying to maintain your sanity. But surprisingly, those excuses provided a strange comfort, no matter how unbelievable they were. So, you decided to settle yourself down, shedding your work pants and kicking them aside. Your shirt and undergarments followed suit, as you let go of all inhibitions. In that moment, the fear that had consumed you was momentarily forgotten.

You gazed at your reflection in the mirror, taking a moment to wipe away any imperfections. Your eyes wandered down to your body, taking in the soft ridges of faint stretch marks on your breasts with your fingertips. As your palms venture lower, they lovingly caress your thighs, reveling in the velvety softness of your skin and the warmth that radiates from them.

With a shake of your head, you release a sigh of surrender, allowing your hands to fall gracelessly to your sides. You take a step closer to the inviting tub, parting the shower curtain to reveal the steamy water within. As you enter the embrace of the hot water, a soft moan of pleasure escapes your lips, the heat enveloping your entire being and melting away the tension in your muscles. This shower was exactly what you craved.

After diligently scrubbing your skin until it’s both raw (and irresistibly smooth), you find yourself sitting on the floor of the tub, relishing in the sensation of the water cascading over your hair and body. However, as much as you yearn to stay in the blissful sanctuary that is your tub until the water turns cold, you reluctantly acknowledge the losing battle against sleep that you’re already engaged in.

Carefully rising from the bathtub, you extend your hand under the cooling sprays of the water to twist the knobs and halt the shower, pushing the valve down afterward. Exiting the tub, you forgo the use of a towel and opt to let the air dry you while reaching for your toothpaste and toothbrush from their respective places. Relocating your clothes from the sink to the nearby shelf, you proceed to brush your teeth swiftly, counting to fifty before spitting and returning everything to its original position.

You grab your face wash and dispense a small amount onto your palm, with gentle strokes, you massage the cleanser into your skin, creating a lather that removes the remnants of yesterday morning’s messy makeup. Switching on the tap, you lean over the sink, allowing the warm water to flow into your hands, smoothly gliding it across your face and rinsing away the soap.

Your back divots suddenly with a delicate grace as an ethereal caress firmly grasps your sensetive hips, eliciting a startled gasp of surprise from your parted lips. Your eyes pop open, darting around in a hasty manner, well, stupidly, seeing as you hadn’t quite finished washing your face--- the remnants of soap trickling into your eyes. A sharp hiss escapes your mouth as you instinctively lower yourself to rinse away the discomfort.

Once more the tantalizing trail of fingers tracing along your spine is undeniably present. You remain still, your muscles tensing in anticipation, trembling as the touch ascends higher, encircling your neck. With trembling hands, you turn off the faucet and inhale deeply, attempting to steady your racing heart. The deep, seductive timbre of your name being whispered intimately close to your ear fills you with a bone-chilling terror. Quickly, you snatch your garments from the nearby shelf and flee into the sanctuary of your bedroom, momentarily struggling with the bathroom door.

“Calm down, calm down; this is not happening. You’re hallucinating.”

You erratically throw on your shirt, using it to also dry your face, and shimmy your panties up your legs, the soft cotton resting comfortably on your hips. You quickly crawl into bed and pull the comforter up to your chin, shutting your eyes and tucking your bottom lip into your mouth. (Your hair could wait, you were not getting out of bed.)

“Hey, Alexa, turn off: Bedroom Lights. ”

You can’t even recall switching on the overhead light, but honestly, you’re past the point of caring. The mechanical response plunges the room into darkness, and the moment your head hits the pillow (as comfortable as it can be when cold and damp), you’re fast asleep.

You’re unsure how long it’s been, but your eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep when you feel the sensation of large, calloused hands gliding up your stomach softly. The touch is unfamiliar, but it doesn’t necessarily frighten you as it should, instead, you can feel yourself throbbing in your panties, gentle and shy. You blame your sleep deprivation on the lack of fear.

The hands approach your bare breasts, a thumb rubbing over the taught peaks of your pebbled nipples causing a soft gasp to escape your luscious lips, your cheeks burning with fiery heat, and your body arching ever so slightly from the bed, offering your breasts to the awaiting, eager palms.

Your pussy, warm and slick, constricts and drools with your arousal. Maybe it’s the thrill of imagining a supernatural encounter, but you’ve never felt as aroused and eager as you do at this moment; dripping and throbbing.

You feel a surge of anticipation as your panties are gently shifted aside, a trail of your desire following suit. Ghostly fingers swiftly trail up your inner thigh, getting closer to your sopping pussy, and despite the uncertainty of the situation, the mysterious touch ignites a fire within you. The paranormality behind the sensation makes your heart pound and your pussy salivate with need. Lost in a whirlwind of lustful thoughts, a soft caress on your clit causes your hips to involuntarily buck, your lip bruised from the force of your bite. “Ah~”

Your voice comes out as a breathy, needy whine. The suspense of where and when the next touch will land sends shivers of excitement down your spine. And as soon as you're almost on the verge of begging, a rush of hot air sweeps over your dripping core, causing your pussy to clench instinctively. Your throbbing clit pulsates with an insatiable ache, lost in a haze of pleasure, and your eyes roll back, unable to fully grasp the intensity of the experience.

As the sensation engulfs you, your throbbing bud is devoured by their hungry mouth. The combination of their saliva and your own intoxicating arousal trickles down, moistening your tight, quivering entrance. The sensation is nothing short of divine, as if their touch is delicately fondling and slurping at every nerve within your shuddering body.

Your hips, moving with a will of their own, rise from the bed and writhe. You can’t help but squeal softly as firm, powerful, and large hands encircle your hips, forcefully pressing you down onto the mattress, indulging in your warm, sticky juices; skillfully teasing your clit with its tongue. Your cries and pleas echo loudly, a stark contrast to your usual quiet demeanor when having sex with men.

Oh, but you felt like a bitch in heat, like your entire being was engulfed in flames and burning you from the inside out— it made you want to scream and cry.

Your body trembles uncontrollably as the knot tightens, gripping your stomach, thighs, and lower abdomen. In a desperate bid for relief from the agonizing pleasure, you instinctively gyrate your hips. Your vision blurs and fades into a blinding white haze, signaling your impending climax. But just as you teeter on the edge of release, the touches abruptly cease, leaving you yearning for more.

You whimper and attempt to reach down to your soaking pussy to pat and rub at your engorged clit, but you unintentionally freeze in place; a small knot of fear causes your eyes to well up, yet it only intensifies your craving for its caress. When nothing further occurs, you start to plead, like a desperate whore— as if you hadn’t been touched in years.

And as if pleased, the ghostly caresses return to your sensitive clit, moving with a deliberate slowness that sends shivers down your spine. You can’t help but let out a series of soft moans, as you offer up sweet words of gratitude to the mysterious entity pleasuring you.

“Ah, yes, yes, please!”

Your body tenses as the knot tightens, aching with a mix of pain and pleasure. Your hips move uncontrollably, seeking more of that sweet torment. Yet, it stops once more, leaving you to come down from your ruined high. You’re a sobbing mess now, grinding against the air, waiting for something, anything.

Your throat constricts suddenly, leaving you breathless as fingers delve into your tight, dripping pussy, curling and prodding your spongey g-spot. The digits seem to know your pussy like the back of their hand, stroking every nerve inside of you. The squelching sound of your arousal drowns out your heavy breathing and mewling moans. The entity suddenly adds its thumb to the mix, circling your clit quickly. The pleasure escalates swiftly, and your eyes squeeze shut as a rush of pure ecstasy overwhelms you, leaving your thighs quivering and twitching from the deep, blissful climax.

After the high subsides, you pant for air, the tension easing from your throat. You sprawl sensually on your bed, clit throbbing and arousal coating your sheets. A tepid, exhausted breath escapes your lips as a thickness delicately nudges apart the folds of your pulsating entrance, prompting an instinctual urge to flee. However, unyielding hands firmly pull you closer, and your legs reluctantly surrender to their command.

You can feel a bulbous, mushroom-shaped tip forcefully penetrating your quivering, weeping pussy eliciting a mixture of pleasure and pain at the invasion. Your pretty eyes roll quickly to the back of your head as the unknown entity plunges its heavy, thick cock into your tight entrance, your thighs pressed to your chest and legs draped over broad shoulders.

You keen softly, as your pliable walls ensnare his cock in a vice-like, velvety embrace. “More, I need more; please fuck me, please.” Your plea is abruptly silenced as its thick length withdraws from within you, only to resume with an intense, unconventional rhythm—leaving you no opportunity to adjust to its entire length.

The unyielding grip on your waist marks you in the most delicious way, leaving behind a trail of bruises that only heighten the pleasure coursing through you. Your pussy feels so full and sated, despite nothing physically filling you, you throb with satisfaction.

Lost in the depths of your pleasure, the reasons behind your desperate pleas elude you, but you continue to spill them forth without hesitation, unable to think. Once again, your breath is stolen away, your throat constricts, and an intense orgasm surges through you like a forceful tidal wave. A delicious warmth then radiates from your core, spreading through your tummy.

The most painful and pleasurable feeling of being filled with cum has you aching for a taste of it. Your body goes limp, but whatever is fucking you doesn’t stop; their cock pistols into you despite you slowly losing consciousness.

As your eyes flutter open, you gradually rise from the bed. The room is shrouded in darkness, leaving you disoriented about the time you’ve spent asleep. Urgently, you rush to the bathroom due to your full bladder. Stepping out of bed, a gasp escapes your lips as your foot lands on a cold, damp object. Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s your panties. Blushing, you drop them and shake your head, with your hair still slightly wet from the previous night’s shower.

As you enter the bathroom, you opt for the wall light switch instead of the one on the ceiling, casting a gentle, warm radiance throughout the room. Oblivious to your reflection, you casually stroll past the mirror, too exhausted to spare a second glance.

As you ease yourself onto the toilet seat, your tired eyes gently close, and the tinkling sound of you using the bathroom lulls you into a state of sleep for a brief moment. A few moments pass, and you linger a bit longer before reaching for a flushable wet wipe, dutifully cleansing yourself before discarding it into the swirling abyss of the toilet bowl.

With a swift flush, you rise to your feet and shuffle to the sink to cleanse your hands. However, as you slowly open your drowsy eyes and catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, a sudden chill runs down your spine.

As you gingerly raise your shirt, a gasp escapes your lips. The sight before you is both shocking and unsettling. Crimson and violet bruises, resembling the imprint of a colossal hand, encircle your throat, cascading down to conceal your collarbone and shoulders. As your eyes wander further, a gasp escapes your lips. Vivid handprints, a testament to an intimate encounter, mark your hips in crimson and violet, while a constellation of hickies adorns your tummy.

As you gaze into the mirror, you suddenly catch sight of a man standing behind you, from earlier. Surprisingly, he seems closer than the last time you saw him, and you can feel the warmth of his body through your shirt. He stands tall, with bulging muscles and an overwhelming presence that leaves you breathless. However, his appearance remains a mystery, as you struggle to make out his features. Just then, the bathroom door slams shut, plunging the room into darkness as the lights flicker off. Your heart skips a beat as you feel hands slowly trail up your shirt, eventually cupping your pussy.

His voice is like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with its deep, sensual, sinful, and amused tones.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

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writer-by-the-sea · 1 year

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omgggg can you do one where elliott and farmer get married and they have sex the first time as a married couple? maybe in front of the fireplace, with praises:)))♡

NSFT / GN! Reader

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Laid out before me, trembling and shy, blushing but determined… The light from the fire dances across their skin, casting shadows down their curves and down between their thighs. They hold their knees together, thighs rubbing together as they bring themselves their own small taste of pleasure while they wait.

I stroke myself slowly, just watching my newly married spouse. The person of my dreams, someone who knows me so well, who captured my heart with ease; now gazing up at me with hooded eyes. Their patience slipping as they spread their legs and welcomed me for the first time as a married couple.

After a day of dancing, laughter, and all of our friends there to celebrate our wedding, I needed them now more than ever.

Their arms went around my neck as I lowered myself into them, our lips coming together in a soft kiss. My tongue slipping past their lips and into their mouth, my cock easing into their entrance as I deepened our kiss.

“Elliott,” they moaned, their head thrown back as I pushed my full length into them. Their moans create the greatest song that I could ever hear, a symphony of moans as I lifted my hips and thrust back into them.

My thrusts are slow, teasing as I ease myself in and out, my lips trailing down their neck; sucking and biting to leave as many marks as I can. The mermaid pendant hangs from my neck, laying between us and our hearts.

“You feel so good,” I whispered into their ear. “So good.”

My hands gripped their hips, holding them in place as I began to fuck a little harder, a little faster, my hunger to fill them with my seed growing stronger as we continued on. Our sweaty bodies moved together in perfect unison, the fireplace only adding to the heat between us.

Suddenly, the farmer placed a hand on my chest, stopping me. No words were spoken as they locked their lips to mine, our tongues sliding together as they urged me to flip onto my back. I could only gasp as they began to ride me, their hips grinding down on me as they took my cock even deeper.

I never wanted this moment to end. The feeling of the one I love taking my dick so perfectly, rocking their body, their hands on my chest as they bounce up and down on me. “Keep going,” I said with a grunt, my nails digging into their thighs as I held back from finishing so soon. So hard to resist, with them above me like this, moving their hips with ease, gasping every time they lower themselves completely, taking my cock so well like no one ever had before. “You’re so good, love. So… fuck—“

“I can’t—“ the farmer gasped, picking up their speed, their fingers dragging across my chest. “I can’t hold on anymore.”

“Cum on me, darling,” I cooed. “Cum all over my dick.”

We were moaning together, their thighs shaking as they came. I wasn’t far behind. I sat up, my hands grabbing their ass and slamming them down onto me as I finally finished inside of them. Shot after shot of my cum filled them, days of waiting and excitement rushing out of me and into them.

The farmer laid down on top of me, panting and exhausted. I brought my hands into their hair, gently brushing my fingers over their scalp as I brought our lips together once again.

And between us the pendant still laid, around my neck where it would remain for the rest of my days.

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garden-of-apollo · 26 days

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ive been (somewhat) in heat for hours after thinking about us earlier…all sweaty and worked up while riding him in the back of my car…him grabbing my hips and rutting up into me like he needed me...the windows getting fogged up…just barely shielding us from passerbys…fuck, i didnt think i'd be such a whore for exhibitionism <3

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night-of-thyme · 7 months

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//gurø, nsft, n3cr0(?), MDNI PLEASE OH GOD LOOK AWAY (just skip this one please, i have plenty sfw posts so dw)

i gotta cvt him open and play in his entra¡ls. being covered in his bl00d would make me die happy, i gotta eat his vital organs before my funeral. i wanna like,,, cvt an opening in his chest down to his waist then empty his insides out and just lay in the mess. think of the wound fvcking too omg. i wanna tongue fvck his eye sockets so bad! fingering lacerations while he cries and drifts in an out of consciousness... his twitching body after his heart stops??? and i wont stop there, i cant just fvck him once i gotta keep going

i love him i promise. im not weird, yall are weird for not loving them this way.

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fagbfcore · 1 year

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my partner soothing me as they do my t shot bc needles still make me anxious. telling me "that's right baby, easy now" and "baby if you be good and stop squirming now i'll make you squirm even more when we're done here i promise" and "oh you're doing such a good job baby" and "oh what a good boy my gorgeous boy is doing so well for me" throughout the process and feeling me melt into ease.

and when they're done, they continue to praise me, running hands across my body, kissing my neck, undressing me slowly as they whisper "you did so well, my love" and "oh you deserve a reward for being such a good boy" and "god it feels so good to have you squirming in my hands like this baby" for so long until im wet without my aching cunt even being touched. them knowing that the combination of the praise and teasing and t slowly increasing my libido is driving me insane, so after grazing my tdick and soaking cunt through my briefs until im whining and begging, they finally take it off, proceeding to suck me off and lap up my dripping pussy, not stopping even im shaking and crying through orgasm after orgasm

#ohhhhhhh man i need to edge now #ftm nsft #trans nsft #queer nsft #very nsft #praise kink.#yes my boyfriend simply uses my praise kink to get my anxious ass to behave during t shots snd then he fucks me #about it 🫠🫠🫠#last time i was extra nervous so he edged me a bit beforehand while whispering how he needs me to nice and good and obedient for him 🥵🥵🥵

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biteme1935 · 9 days

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{THEY/HIM}

🍕 eat me🍕

Have I posted this already? Oh well, you can see it again if I have.

#nonbinary nsft #bi nsft #nb nsft #queer nsft #lgbt nsft #nblnb nsft #t4t nsft #k!nk #nsftumblr #gay nsft #very nsft #nsft #nsft trans #trans nsft

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dalishthunder · 10 months

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Throw a Dart at the Map (p4)

Pairing: Nebarra/LDB (gender neutral reader) Rating: Explicit Words: 1938 Additional Info: Pure, unadulterated smut for all you horny people out there, breath play, Nebarra is a lil shit (affectionate)

Nebarra pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, drinking in the desire, the longing there. And you smiled up at him, hands cupping his cheeks before pulling him in for another kiss. He slid his tongue along your lower lip, and you let him in.

Your tongue curled against his as he pressed deeper, exploring your mouth. And while normally he found the taste of mead to be unpleasant... in your mouth it was as intoxicating as the finest wines. Your hand slid down to tangle with his, fingers lacing together. Nebarra pushed them above your head, pulling back just enough to breathe out, "Tell me how you want me."

"Just want you." You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. "However you wish to have me."

He kissed your cheek before leading a trail to your ear, "Well, in that case, I can think of several ways."

The way you flushed under his touch made something stir in his heart that he was sure had been dormant…. But he supposed that a lot of what you did awakened things in him that he’d tamped down and stomped out.

He ground against you, reveling in your shiver, pressing a kiss to your jaw and catching your wrists in one hand while the other played with the hem of your shirt. You wrapped a leg around his waist and whatever hesitation he had left fled.

How long had he wanted this? To have you? To hold you? To claim you as his own?

And you… you wanted him.

For how long? How long had he been denying you both?

Oh, Old Soldier how… blind was he?

He kissed down your neck, nipping and sucking, and committing to memory the way your body arched against his. Your skin was warm in his hand as he slid his palm under your shirt and up your abdomen, cupping your chest before giving a firm squeeze. You bucked your hips up against him and he could already feel himself growing hard; Pants quickly becoming too tight.

Nebarra pinched a nipple, biting down hard at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder and you cried out his name, writhing under him. He soothed it with his tongue, knowing full well how beautiful the bruise would look on your skin tomorrow, before licking a stripe back up to your ear.

"Any way I'd like to have you?" He purred, grinding down so you could feel him through the fabric, relishing in the throaty moan you gave him. "I hope you understand what you're in for, Dragonborn."

You just threw your other leg over his hip, bucking up against him again, turning your head to kiss his cheek. You nipped at his earlobe, and he let out a soft chuckle. "The only thing I don't understand is what you're waiting for."

"Patience."

He sat up a bit, grinning down at you, admiring his handiwork so far. The hunger in your eyes was unmistakable, and it was all he could do not to tear off your clothes and pound you into the bedframe right then and there. But he had intended to show you what your fake honeymoon had been like and he had plans.

Patience.

He used his free hand to push up your shirt, exposing you to the cold night air before lowering his head to swirl his tongue around your nipple. Your legs tightened around him, and you arched your back. His teeth scraped against your skin as he nipped down the side, hand coming down to squeeze your ass.

He fumbled with your belt buckle for a moment before the clasp came undone, and you loosened your legs a bit to give him enough room to slip his hand into your pants, teasing you over your underwear. Finally Nebarra released your wrists, and you immediately chucked off your shirt, attempting to relieve him of his own not long after.

What sort of husband would he be if he couldn't oblige such a simple request?

He pulled it over his head, and you ran your hands along his chest, down his abdomen and back up. Your lips found his neck, sucking his skin before biting down. Hard.

"Naughty thing, I should be putting you in your place." He murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips, catching the bottom one between his teeth. You shivered under him, and he dragged his tongue over. "But I suppose I do have a bit of a soft spot for you so maybe I can overlook it this time."

"Well I can think of a hard spot you have for me too." You grinned as though you had just said the cleverest thing in the world, and his hand wrapped gently around your throat.

"It seems I spoke too soon." He gave a tentative squeeze, just enough to make it a little harder to breathe, testing the waters.

Your surprise melted into a heated gaze and you licked your lips.

"Now what am I to do with you, my darling spouse?" He trailed his blunt nails down your side, "I can really only think of one way to jog your memory, but that would require giving you exactly what you want, and we can't have that, now can we?"

You opened your mouth to say something, but his hand tightened, cutting off your air for a moment before relaxing his grip.

"I'm sorry, Dear, I didn't quite catch that."

You just reached up and tweaked his nipples.

Nebarra resisted the urge to kiss you again, instead sliding his free hand into your pants again to tease you over your underwear. You ground against his palm, eyes fluttering closed as your head fell back.

"C'mon, Cor." You moaned, "I need you."

He tightened his grip around your throat again, and you writhed against him all the harder, arms wrapping around him, nails digging into his back and surely leaving red stripes. He relaxed his grip again and you panted.

"What's the magic word?" His voice was lilting, fingers teasing.

"Please, Cor. Never wanted anyone so much."

"Not even your akaviri lapdog?"

You shook your head.

"Not your lovely little lizard."

You shook your head again.

"Not even that wizard in Markarth?"

"Only you."

He pressed a kiss to your lips, letting you go to pull off your pants.

"How could I truly want anyone but my husband?" You whispered with a grin, helping him by kicking off your underwear.

Something settled in his gut that he couldn't quite put a name to, both familiar and not. Like seeing a childhood friend all grown up... or visiting a hometown after being away for thirty years. He swallowed, pushing you into the mattress and kissing you hard. You moaned into his mouth, eyes full of fondness and an emotion he... couldn't place... didn't want to place... when he pulled away.

Your fingers laced through his hair, giving it a tug, and he let out a low moan.

His hand slid up your leg, along the inside of your thigh, touching and teasing you without any barriers, working you into a writhing mess. He pulled back after a moment, reaching over his bed and fishing around in his pack, finally pulling out a health potion and pouring a little bit of the viscous liquid onto his fingers, and working a digit into your entrance. He gave a few shallow pumps, drinking in the way your back arched for him.

"Cor, please."

A second finger slid in next to the first keeping a slow, languid pace. "Please, what?"

"Harder."

"Are you sure, Dragonborn?" He nipped at your ear, feeling your emphatic nod. Nebarra upped the pace, scissoring his fingers as you panted and moaned and pulled his hair. He could hear the buildup, the way your body twitched around him, and as you keened a soft "There!" he pulled out and made sure to avoid touching you where you needed it the most.

You huffed in frustration, shooting him an annoyed look. "Gods, why did you stop?"

"I thought it would be obvious, Dear." He gripped your chin, locking eyes with yours. "I want you to come undone on my cock."

You swallowed, eyes wide as you gave a very small, quick nod. Nebarra pulled his pants down, the way your eyes followed his cock as it bobbed free from its confines was impossible to miss. He grabbed the healing potion again, pouring it over your entrance and his shaft before lining his tip up with you.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple.

Gods he really was getting sentimental wasn't he....

He gave a shallow thrust, only enough for his head to slip in and you gasped, wrapping your legs around him and urging him deeper. He steadied your hips with his hands though, focusing on the feeling of your tight hole around him.

"Patience," He breathed, though he wasn't quite sure if it was for you or him at this point.

"Please, please, pleasepleaseple-"

Nebarra snapped his hips, sheathing himself in one go, your babbling erupting into a high keen. The way you twitched around him, warm and slick... he only managed to hold a slow pace for a moment or so, steadily working his up until he was panting as hard as you were. He did his best to remember where you'd been most sensitive, his suspicions being confirmed as you cried out his name, fingers curling roughly in his hair.

He let out a pleasured hiss, "This hard enough for you?"

You nodded, kissing every square inch of skin you could find, and he nuzzled into your neck, leaving another vicious bite on the other side. He pulled back just enough to slide your legs up, ankles over his shoulders as he folded you in half, pounding you deeper with the new angle, doing his best to hit your sweet spot over and over. You clenched around him like a vice and his hips stuttered for a moment before hitting his stride again.

If your babbling was anything to go off of you were close, another few thrusts sending you over the edge as you spasmed around him, calling his name out into the night for everyone to hear.... If anyone had been around.

But he didn't let up even as you started to come down from the high, chasing his own. He was close too....

Your fingernails bit into his back, clearly on the verge of overstimulation.... But he was so, so close.

And then it hit, and he pulled out, stroking himself a few times as he spilled himself in ropes on your stomach.

You looked up at him, slack-jawed, panting, thoroughly debauched; The bite marks beginning to bloom into beautiful bruises; Your eyes filled with something soft as you reached up a hand, fingers gently tracing along his cheek, his jaw, his ear before tucking some hair out of his face. And you leaned up to kiss him, soft and long. He returned it without hesitation.

You pulled him close, and he slumped against you, ignoring the stickiness of his own seed on his belly. "That jog your memory?"

You snickered. "I think so.... But I'm sure my memory will need more jogging in a bit."

He nipped at your skin, "Give me a minute and I can remind you as many times as you need."

Your laugh echoed throughout the cabin and he held you close, savoring the moment.

Throw a dart at the map indeed... because wherever you chose to go, he would be right there by your side.

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this might be a lil different then what you usually get but maybe some nsfw content with elliot and farmer where farmer is attracted to elliot’s hands but is shy about it and ultimately he catches on and leans into it while they get spicy 🤭

NSFW / NSFT (Beware of typos) GN! Reader

I glide my fingers across my piano, plucking each key softly but with a hint of flare. I know the farmer stands behind me, their hands joined together and hanging in front of their stomach. They smile down at me, nodding along with the notes–

But what I play is an assortment of nothingness, a mix of notes that don’t come together to create any actual music. It is absolutely horrid to my ears, and yet… I don’t miss the heated looks the farmer gives me.

No–

Not me.

My hands.

I chuckle softly, the farmer unaware that I know of their dirty little secret. It didn’t take long to catch on.

At first I assumed they liked my hair, for any time that I would run my hands through it they would watch with wonder. But then their eyes would track after my hands; pulling on the collar of my shirt, handing them a sheet of paper, gripping an apple as I bit into it– always watching my hands.

“Do you like it?” I asked and paused my playing, my fingers gently stroking up and down the keys but not pressing hard enough to create any sound.

The farmer nodded very eagerly, grinning at me as they spoke. “I do! It’s very beautiful!”

Hah. The little liar.

I spun around in the chair, bringing my hands to my lap where I then whipped my palms over my trousers. They weren’t actually sweaty by any means, of course not, I only wished to bring the farmers attention to my groin as I slid my hands even higher up my own thighs.

Admittedly, this was a first for me. Attempting to turn another on simply by flexing and showcasing my hands. My fingers were thin but long, soft from years of skincare, and my fingernails were slightly stained with ink... I didn’t see the appeal– but as my hands rested above my groin, openly laying against my thickening cock… I saw the farmer gulp.

“I’m afraid I’m not as skilled as I once was,” I lied. “Perhaps these old hands of mine aren’t as trained as they once were.” I brought my hands up in front of me, twisting them this way and that, an obvious display before hungry eyes.

“You play beautifully, Elliott,” the farmer mumbled, their attention solely on my hands and not the words that I spoke.

“Do you think so?” I asked with an overly dramatic sigh. “I think I need more practice with my… fingering.”

Oh that did it. The farmer quickly looked away, biting their lip and cursing under their breath.

I smirked and stood, moving along past them and began pretending to make us tea. “Unfortunately, my writing doesn’t give me much time to work on my fingering skills; and really it’s so much more useful to have someone to practice with.” I turned back to them, smiling as I continued, “I very much appreciate you allowing me to try my fingering with you, my dear farmer.”

“I-” they paused, shaking their head a little as if they could will away any impure thoughts. “Anytime, Elliott.”

“Oh shoot,” I focused back on my tea. “I don’t have any clean spoons.” The farmer watched with wide eyes as I opened my jar of honey, scooping two fingers inside carelessly. “You don’t mind, do you?” I asked and let the honey drip from my fingers and into one of the mugs.

“Don’t mind, no. I don’t mind,” the farmer spurted out, about to say more but their body freezing before they could.

I lifted my hand to my mouth, sliding my fingers past my tips. I moaned around the honey that coated them and opened my mouth to let the farmer watch as I rolled my tongue over my fingers to lick them clean. “Mh, your farm really does make the best honey.”

They continued to stare at me, their own hands twitching at their sides as they watched– absolutely entranced as I teased them.

I took a step toward them, a new idea taking hold as I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Taste it.” My voice was low, a whisper as I brought the same fingers to their lips. The honey no longer remaining, but the demand and fire within me urging them to suck on my fingers.

The farmer opened their mouth slowly, their tongue darting out to lick my fingers before I eased them fully into their mouth. “Very good, darling.” My praise had them closing their eyes and sucking a little harder. “Keep going.”

Every brush of their tongue sent sparks down my body, my zipper tight against me now as I watched them and imagined something else. The farmer stepped closer, my fingers sliding down their throat now but they only continued to suck. Their hands went to my hips, their fingernails digging into my belt as they worked my fingers in their mouth. Little bites were adding into the mix, gentle, and deliciously sinful bites that had me sliding another finger into their mouth.

“So talented, aren’t you?”

With that, the farmer pulled back, gasping and heated as they gazed back at me. “Elliott–”

“Remove your clothing and get on the bed,” I muttered and removed my jacket. “Now.”

The farmer scrambled away from me, tossing their clothing about my cabin and then sat at the edge of my bed, waiting like a perfectly trained submissive. Something we may have to explore another time.

“On your back,” I told them and worked the buttons of my shirt.

They listened so well, pulling themselves into the middle of my bed, going so far as to spread their legs and present themselves to me. Their chest heaving, their eyes glossed over with pure desire. Fuck, I don’t know how I was going to control myself with someone so perfect before me like this. We had never been together before, not even a single kiss but–

They were so eager, so willing, so positively devilish before me that I could do nothing but cave.

I crawled into the bed, leaving my trousers on; as this wasn’t for me.

This was for them.

With my fingers already wet, I eased a single finger into their entrance. I watched in awe as they opened for me, their thighs already shaking with need, their moans quiet but desperate as I curled my finger towards myself and against their walls. They watched as I worked them open, gasping as I eased a second finger in, moaning as I gripped their thigh with my free hand and squeezed them lightly.

I worked my fingers more quickly, sliding them in and out, circling around their entrance, pushing down and slipping in yet another finger as I continued to please them. My cock rock hard against the fly of my jeans, my hips bucking softly into the mattress to follow after them as I seek some kind of release. I wanted to drop my head between their legs, to finally taste their sweetness as I fingered them–

But the way they watched my hands!

I couldn’t give in, I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they stared down and watched as I fingered their entrance with ease. My long fingers slipping in and out, covered in a mix of our spit and their bodily fluid. A complete mess before me, and oh how I loved it!

“E-Elliott!” They cried out, their body going tense, their breath hitching, the soles of their feet pressing down into my mattress. As their eyes closed I finally gave in and quickly added my tongue to the mix. Their moans came out louder than before, their bottom lifting ever so slightly from the bed as they finished. I was groaning to myself, humping the bed like a starving man, cumming in my boxers as I finished just after them.

The farmer laid panting, sweat on their brow and across their collar bone. I carefully slid my fingers out, smiling to myself as they let out a weak little moan. I moved to lay beside them, my clean hand going to their cheek and aiming their face towards my own; and I kissed them. The farmer sighed against my lips, exhausted from our session, but eager as they moved their lips with my own. It may not have been the piano practice I had in mind… but I was glad to finally have someone to practice on.

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