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anonymous asked:

Seb, suit

You know my weakness. WARNING SMUT! NSFW! 18+

You spent all night watching the press coverage of the premier online. He looked so fucking good when he left that you just couldn’t help yourself. That purple suit, the stubble, his hair, god, it was just too much to handle. You flipped through the pictures of him yet again, biting your lip and squirming in your seat as you waited for him to come home.

You heard the front door creak open, indicating he was back. You leapt out of your seat and darted out to the living room. As soon as you saw him you wrapped your arms around him, crashing your lips against his. You had tried to get him to fuck you before he left but he was worried about messing up his suit and hair so he shut you down, leaving you a needy mess.

He moaned against your lips as he turned and pressed you up against the wall. You slipped out of your panties and bra while he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips trailed across your jaw and down your neck as he hiked you up further so that you had room to reach down between the two of you to undo his belt and pants.

You gave his pants a hard push so that they’d drop to the floor. You could now feel his erection pressing against you as you did your best to grind yourself against him. His facial hair was giving you quite the rug burn on your neck as he continued to suck and bite at your soft skin. You used one hand to grab his cock and line it up with your entrance and your other hand to grab ahold of his tie.

He lifted his head, staring you in the eye while he slowly slid into you. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you leaned your forehead against his. He started to thrust hard into you bringing his hand up to tenderly rub your clit. Your head fell back against the wall as you clung desperately to his shoulders while he continued to pound into you.

Your orgasms came abruptly as Seb spilled himself inside you and you clamped around him, both of you moaning, panting messes. He released your legs, slowly lowering you to the floor.

“See this is why I didn’t want to do this before I left.” Seb looked down at his dress shirt, pulling it away from his body and pointing at the wet spot down near the bottom causing you to giggle.


anonymous asked:

Hi there! Longtime follower, first time question-asker, here! So I have a question about the power dynamic that comes with being on the pole that you mentioned as part of your "pole dancing classes are cultural appropriation of sex workers" debate. I promise I'm not hating! I'm genuinely curious and would like some clarification so I can understand the argument better. Thanks so much and have a lovely day! :D


so strippers are a hot commodity, right? sex workers too. people–cis women–want to feel cool and sexy, and if you aren’t sure about this check any gym for stripper-robics and look for local pole classes. g-strings have become
main stream, “twerking” is a thing every bitch has tried in and out of the strip club (and again if you didn’t follow me last year, i tried it at home in front of the mirror cuz i got no butt but it’s a very popular stripper move and i wanted to look cool and was rightfully taken to school over that and over why i didn’t get the power dynamics THERE that I was abusing)

people want all the edginess and cool of sex work without any of the risk and they are able to take on this edginess thru things like pole classes, stripper-robics, &c, and their friends are pleasantly scandalised and go to their embarrassing pole recitals which are often held at actual strip clubs on slow shifts and the actual people whose job it is aren’t paid ANYTHING for this displacement (i know this personally and i’m still angry) and then they get to go back to their fucking middle class lives without any of the taint or stigma or risk that dogs our heels. no one follows them home from pole class, pole class won’t interfere with your ability to get or keep a home or a partner or a scholarship or child custody. they aren’t doing it enough to get injured and most of them aren’t even doing it in heels. they get all the lighthearted cachet and none of the misogyny–they’re paying to look stupid, sure, but they aren’t paying stage fees and tipouts, they aren’t at risk of leaving in debt to the house–it’s a HOBBY and it’s one that they took from a very marginalised group and then tried to sanitise with their stories about mallakhamb (can’t spell) and #notastripper and how oppressed they are because people think their hobby is weird.

i have to get to class but i have a very lengthy tag “#the gr8 pole deb8” if you want to see hobbyists in action.


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