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fat bodies tutorial!

ALRIGHT SO my pal @kalreyno wanted help with drawing fat characters and as a fat artist i felt like i could give a bit of helpful insight on that. there’s also been a lot of complaining about “boo hoo fat characters are hard to draw so i can’t include them in my work Ever” goin on lately so if that’s your case then this is for you too!! and also just for anyone who would like help with fat bodies in general, ofc. anyway, let’s get this show on the road!!

let’s start with some common misconceptions. these are the two main attempts at chubby bodies i run into, so i’ll focus on them. 

the Anime Chubby i see everywhere, and it’s just……so wrong in many ways. first of all, there is almost no additional body fat compared to your average thin character - except for where it’s added in “attractive” places (breasts, hips, thighs). the breasts are way too perky, and don’t have the realistic shape fat would give them (though how to draw accurate breasts is another tutorial all on its own lmao). there is still a thigh gap, which usually only happens in very thin people, and bones are still visible on the surface of the skin, which also rarely happens in fat people.

the Michelin Man is better in some ways, but still not that great. it’s a slightly better attempt, but basically all that’s done there is taking a thin character and blowing them up, while giving no thought to fat distribution. the thigh gap is usually still present, and they look a lot more hard than soft - and fat is very soft and pliable.

here’s a chart on how fat usually distributes (if you can’t read my messy writing, “1. next to no fat, 2. moderate amount, 3. most of the fat distribution”). basically, the more muscle an area has, the more prone it is to develop fat, such as the abdomen, thighs, and upper arms. it’s important to note that fat sits on top of muscle, and that it does distribute in different levels, and not evenly across the body as shown in the Michelin Man. 

now, here’s an accurate fat body with all of that kept in mind!! notice how the fat isn’t only kept to aesthetically pleasing areas, and how it sits realistically on the character’s body. their breasts sag a lot more, which happens even in thin people with larger breasts, and the nipples are pointing more downwards than straight out. there is no thigh gap in sight, there are no bones in sight, and most importantly, they have fat rolls, which are very important in drawing a convincing fat character!! as far as i know i’ve never met a single person with no rolls at all, and everyone has them, whether thin or fat - they’re just more prominent and more consistently present in fat people. pay close attention to where they are and how they’re shaped.

here are a couple of drawings showing how fat is affected when sitting vs stretching. as seen in the first, the fat specifically on the stomach is distributed a lot more evenly and stretched out, so it becomes “flatter”. the love handles are still pretty visible, though, as well as the fat on the thighs and arms. the breasts are raised with the shoulders, and the fat on the shoulders and near the neck forms rolls as it’s being pushed together. 

in the second, there is a lot less room for distribution, so the fat is all pushed together. the breasts sag and the stomach forms rolls and spills into the lap. a good analogy for the way fat works is to liken it to a water balloon, and thinking of how its shape would change when resting flat on a surface, hanging off of a ledge, held upright, etc.

here are a few extra tips i find a lot of people miss!

first on the top is the hip/pubic region. the first circle is showing the way the bellybutton is folded in fat people, as opposed to stretched out in thinner people. the second is the stomach fat spilling over onto the pubic region and creating a separation in the two areas, which is something that’s missing in a lot of art. in addition, the pubic mound also gains fat, making it round as seen in the profile drawing i did up there (i’ve heard people refer to it as fupa?). the last in the hip region is the lack of a thigh gap. i can’t stress this enough!!!! if you’re trying to draw a convincing fat character, make sure their thighs are pretty much always touching!! for reference, mine literally don’t separate until my feet are about 2ft from each other.

the bottom right is showing the double chin, which a lot of people are afraid to draw!! fat does distribute itself here too, and there’s nothing wrong with it, so don’t feel like you shouldn’t give fat characters a double chin in your work for fear of it looking like a caricature.

in the bottom middle, it’s showing how fat affects different types of breasts with the presence of more or less breast tissue. 

lastly, at the very right are stretch marks with their usual locations and directions, which i also can’t stress enough!!!!! i sometimes forget to add them honestly, but they’re so important in accurately portraying fat characters, as they literally come from the skin being stretched from fat being gained (and they’re also just rlly neat lookin like why wouldn’t you lmao). some people have less and some people have more, feel free to experiment with them!

the last thing is body types!! there isn’t one single way for a person to be fat, so feel free to experiment with shapes once you’ve learned the basics!! 

so there you have it, a tutorial on how to draw chubs!! now go forth and make some accurate fanart or some rad fat characters, because the world could always use more of both. hmu if you have any questions or concerns, and thanks for reading!!

EDIT: someone pointed out the bad wording in the tutorial. thank you for bringing it to my attention and sorry for offending anybody. i’ve updated the tut, so please reblog this one!

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(smut)

Jin:

You guys would be exploring different kinks every other night. Today, Jin was sitting on the couch, you had whipping cream with you and you were sitting on his thigh. “So, how does this work, jagiya?” he’d ask. You’d spray out a little whipping cream onto each fingertip and place them one by one at Jin’s mouth. “Oppa can suck off the whipping cream while I do this” he’d look at you confused. You’d stand up, take off your pants and grind against his thigh. He’d be licking off the whipping cream off of each fingertip on your left hand, while please takes over you completely.

Suga:

Lately, it seemed like you and sex were the last things on Yoongi’s agenda. Even though you could take care of yourself, you wanted him to make you cum. You needed him very, very badly. You would turn his chair around, take his headphones off and sit on his thigh. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing (y/n)?” he’d ask angrily. You’d answer by wrapping your arms around his neck, and nibbling on his neck while slowly grinding down on his thigh. Catching onto what you were trying to do, he’d lift you up and take you to the bed. “Tonight, you can ride my thigh, my dick and my face as much as you want kitten.”

Jhope:

“Please, I really need you right now. You don’t what you’ve done to me” you would say. Hoseok had been practicing a choreography for an upcoming comeback, and to say it was a sexy one would be an understatement. It really turned you on. “But babe, all the members are in the room next door. They could walk in anytime.” You really did not care. You needed some sort of friction to ease your throbbing core. “Ok, I have an idea. It will only take 10 minutes.” He would look at you suspiciously. You’d push him down onto the couch and straddle his thigh. Slowly, you’d start grinding yourself down. Moans, instantly leaving your mouth. Hobi would eye your hungrily. “And exactly why haven’t we tried this before, kitten?” You’d roll your head back in response. “You look so good, I could take you right here and now. But I think it’s best to tease you a little bit first” and with that, Hoseok would remove your shirt and lay you down.

Rap Monster:

“I promise you, if you don’t like it we can stop” you would say to Namjoon. The two of you were very content with your sex life – or at least you thought so. You wanted to try and find new ways to spice things up a bit. After a lot of research and conversations with friends, thigh riding was a great place to start. “But how is it enjoyable if only you get off and not me, babygirl?” Namjoon would ask curiously. Realising you hadn’t thought about it, you make an answer up on the spot, “that’s the fun of it.” Sending him a wink, you’d place your naked core on his denim thigh and slowly would start moving back and forth. Within seconds, a pool of wetness would be visible on his jeans. Too carried away by your own pleasure, you wouldn’t notice Namjoon licking his lips and bringing a finger down to rub your clit, causing you to moan very loudly. “Well maybe, I am seeing the point of this” He would think while playing with your nipples.  

Jimin:

“You know, if you wanted to ride my thigh you could have just asked.” Jimin’s voice would catch you off guard. You were on your couch, touching yourself why reading a story about the reading riding Jimin’s thigh. “You don’t have to read and imagine these things. I’m right here for you to play with, kitten.” He’d take your phone away and make your sit on his thigh. Taking a closer look at your phone, he’d read out the words of the story very loudly. “He flexed his thigh and she let out a loud moan” he read. He would look at you and flex his thigh, causing you to moan just like the story. “Am I doing it right baby girl?” he’d ask, relaxing and flexing his thigh continuously without any tempo. Simultaneously, you rub yourself and quickly a wave of pleasure would wash over you. Many other things were done that night, riding Jimin’s thigh was the most common.

V:

Tae had mentioned he didn’t like his thighs very much. You read it somewhere in an article.  You however, thought differently. You would walk up to him and ask him to open his legs up a bit. “what’s going on jagi?” You’d sit on his thigh and slowly grind on him. “I heard oppa doesn’t like his legs. I think I need to show him he’s wrong” your head would roll back in pleasure and you’d guide his hands to your waist. The feeling of denim on your clothed core was overwhelming. “Look at you” he’d growl. “My baby is so thoughtful” he’d flex his thigh abruptly, making your jerk up and moan loudly. Let’s just say that the two of you found a new kink to explore.  

Jungkook:

All those hip thrusts and lip bites would get your worked up. You needed to have his body on yours asap. You knew it he wanted the same, but there just wasn’t any time to spare. The show was now over, and the boys were getting ready for a fan meeting. You however, didn’t give a shit. You wanted to orgasm, and you wanted it now. Sending a text to Jungkook, you would tell him to come see in you one of the empty closets. He’d turn up in 5 minutes. “What’s the matter, love? I need to be out there in fifteen minutes.” You’d sit in down on the rusty chair and straddle him. He’d look at you, surprised. “No, baby we don’t have time for this!” shutting him up with a kiss, you would shit your weight to one muscular thigh and slowly grind on it. Kissing him at the same time to keep yourself quiet. “Oh, I see how it is.”  He’d smirk at you, lift your shirt up and unhook your bra. His lips would be on your neck. “You want to make daddy hard before he goes to meet his fans?” he’d grab your butt and flex his thigh. “Well, let’s see what’s the best you can do”


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Schoolwork time! I worked more on this project this semester, which means more Ishke! This time as a tiny sapling kid. I ditched the lineart completely with this and went straight from the thumbnail, so yes actual painting practise!! Again, I definitely need to practise it waaaay more often, but at least this turned out kind of pretty I think.

I need to paint something other than Ishke though, I have few more illustrations with him/the world he lives in from this semester and some cool worldbuilding development (that started with me questioning if tree people have nipples)(I’m serious) but I’m really burnt out from doing that for an entire year as schoolwork :l

Yours If You Will Have Me

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,976
Warnings: Smut. Descriptions of sex, fingering, oral sex (female), and unprotected sex.
Request: ( Anonymous ) It would be amazing if you did a smut with either Gabriel or Richard where they want to fuck but y/n teases him and tell him to write her an essay saying why they should do it, and he does, but instead he writes a really graphic and detailed letter telling her all the things is going to do to her & gets y/n horny. Excuse my horny mind. :) 

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Tease (Derek Hale x Reader)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Request: Yes, by @g0back2bed

Warnings: smutttttttttttttttttttttttt, curse words probably
Word Count: 1,087


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(I meaaaaaan look at himmmmm hes gonna kill me hes so hot ily baby marry me pls)


The buzzing coming from the front pocket of my pants would not stop. I knew what it was, my sexually frustrated girlfriend I had left at home was sending me messages non stop.

I had an important meeting to attend and I couldn’t pay attention with her constant bothering.

I looked around the room full of men who kept talking and talking, when I noticed none of them we’re looking at me I grabbed my phone and unlocked it; only to see several text messages from Y/N. I smiled a little, that girl never stopped until she got what she wanted.

Hey, when are you coming home?
I miss you, get here soon
Did you see where I left my panties from last night?
Derek come on, where did you put them
I’m getting cold down there.


I chuckled and quickly typed a reply



I may or may not have them here with me in my suit pocket.


WHAT?
YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT?
OMG PLS DON’T DROP THEM, I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS BUDDies to see my panties
You little bitch, I found them.
How did they get to the chandelier?


Can you please stop? You made me laugh and now my “business buddies” think I’m crazy



You know, you should be nicer to me, after all I am the reason you’re in a good mood every morning, and every night ;)



And I am the reason we’re not living under a bridge, so please let me work.


I finally locked my phone and placed it on the table, a good five minutes passed before it started buzzing again. Now, I had caught everyone’s attention and they all looked at me with piercing eyes. I cleared my throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry, it’s my doctor. I have an appointment later” it was the best excuse I could come up with, everyone waited for a second and remained silent. Then one of them nodded and the guy that was previously speaking continued talking.


When are you cumming home?? :(
I’m lonely and horny. That’s not a good combination
I know you hate it when I use a vibrator
But my pussy’s so wet
I remembered what we did last night, I’m pretty sure someone heard me
I mean who fucks their girlfriend on the rooftop of his company building?
Then we got home, and you couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. You fucked me against the front door.
And in the kitchen counter. Then in the hallways, and finally our bed.
I’m getting so wet just by remembering
You want to know what I’m doing?



By this point, the meeting was long forgotten and I had a growing bulge inside my pants. I started typing a message but a voice caught my attention.

“Mr. Hale?” I looked up from my phone to meet several eyes looking at me.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that please?” I said trying to focus on what they were saying. After the guy finished his speech I gave a quick answer to his question and the meeting continued. I turned my attention to my phone again.


What are you doing?


Didn’t you have an “important meeting?


Shut up and tell me what you’re doing


Okay
I’m touching my pussy.
And I picture your fingers going in and out of me instead of mine
Wanna see?


Yes.


Y/N has sent a picture
It’s very wet, you should be here
I just grabbed my vibrator
It’s on and it feels so good
I can’t wait until you get home and fuck me into oblivion
I want your cock inside of me. Filling me and stretching my tight little pussy


You want that?
You want my hard cock inside your pussy?
You want me to eat you out and put my fingers inside your pussy?


Yes


Tell me more. What else do you want?


I want your tongue


Where?


Everywhere
God my ass wants attention too


Show me


Y/N has sent a picture


Put your middle and index fingers inside your pussy and show me


Y/N has sent a picture
It feels so good, I can’t stop


Don’t stop, are you cuming?

I’m almost there
I want your cock inside my ass
And your tongue on my nipples
And your fingers in my pussy, playing with my clit
God, I want you.


Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself and think it’s me. I’m on my way


By this point I didn’t care about the stupid meeting, I had other priorities. I stood up from my chair and again, all eyes were on me.


“Is everything okay, Mr. Hale?” one man asked.

“Yes. I have to go, I have a hot girlfriend waiting for me at home” I smiled and walked out of the meeting room straight to the elevator. Once I got down to the garage I walked to my car and started the engine. The drive home was fast, since I was in such a hurry to get there. I took several shortcuts to avoid traffic and luckily I got home in under ten minutes.

When I stepped inside the house there wasn’t a single sound. I went to my bedroom and found it empty. The bed sheets were messy, and Y/N’s panties were laying on the ground, then I heard a soft moan coming from the bathroom. I took off my coat and threw it somewhere in the room.

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound, 


Y/N was in the shower, water falling from the shower head to her beautiful naked body. Her back was resting against the wall, her eyes closed and head tilted upwards; bottom lip between her teeth. Hands playing with herself.

I started taking off my clothes, but my eyes never left her body. I was being extra careful, I didn’t want to be caught. Once I stripped myself, I took my hard shift and pumped it a few times. I opened the crystal door and walked into the shower. Y/N’s back was facing me, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. My hands traveling down to her pussy to continue what she had started.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come” she said resting her back against my chest.

“I had to come, I couldn’t leave you all hot, horny and lonely.” I said moving one of my fingers and sliding it into her pussy. “Now, let’s make some new memories for you to remember while I’m gone”

Car Sex AU

Like a crystalline diamond, sunbeams scattered and enveloped the air. Lexa shielded her eyes from the last reaching grasps of sunlight as dusk settled the winding roads they chugged along, radio blaring, mind occupied with the girlfriend texting away beside her, she licked her lips and smiled because amongst all the tiny tragedies of life, blissful perfect moments like this existed too.

“My parents are home.” Clarke whined and threw her phone beside the seat in a huff. “I’d invite you in…”

“But your mom would give me the Spanish inquisition.” Clarke pouted and nodded at that, leaning over to kiss her girlfriend’s neck. Lexa sighed into it, smiling as she did. “Remind me, why did we tell her the truth?”

“Because she’s not stupid and I’ve never cared so much about AP Calculus in my life.” Clarke chuckled, dragging her mouth along the exposed section of shoulder between Lexa’s vest and neck.

It was good whilst it lasted, Lexa thought. It all started innocently enough, she was assigned to Clarke as her student assistant. The theorem of integrals and tabular data quickly turned into long study sessions and Gossip Girl binges, which then turned into sleepovers, which then turned into desperate quiet sex with hands covering gasps and pillows absorbing helpless moans whilst her parents sat downstairs marvelling at their daughter’s academic one-eighty.

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I’m Sorry

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Pairing: John x Reader, past John x Mary, Dean, Sam
Word count: 1,272
Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of blood
A/N: There will be another part to this.

Part 2 of Winchester Losses


After that first confrontation, you barely spoke to Dean. Any contact you had was limited, as you chose to go through Sam. You loved Dean, he was a close friend, but you were still hurt. All you wanted was for him to have warned you, and for some reason, he never said he was sorry. Had he, you would have been more willing to forgive him.

John understood your reluctance to speak with his eldest son, and never pushed you to do anything different. You were stubborn as all hell, he knew that you would do what you felt was best, and telling you otherwise would lead to an argument.

Thankfully, your paths didn’t cross Mary’s again for months. You were beginning to relax more, and were starting to feel more like yourself. John hardly mentioned Mary, as there was never a need, and he knew how you felt about her. It wasn’t like she left a good impression with you.

You were sitting against the headboard, reading, when John walked back in. Moving to your knees, you grinned at him. “Hey, babe…” You started. “Can I talk to you?” He glanced over at you and gave you a small smile. You were in one of his shirts that came to mid thigh. You were wiggling your hips slightly, but he saw you stop, and your smile fall when you saw his face. “Babe?”

“We, uh, we gotta go help out Mary and the boys.” He told you, his voice rough. John watched you sink back so that your legs were tucked underneath you. “If I had a choice, you know I wouldn’t have agreed.”

Nodding, you sighed. Of course you couldn’t avoid her forever. She was a hunter, and she was with the boys. As far as you knew. “When do we leave?” You asked quietly.

John moved over to the bed, cupping your cheek and making you look at him. “Don’t worry. She holds nothing over me. You have me- mind, body, and soul.” He kissed you gently. “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. It can wait. Let me get changed and we can head out.” You pecked his lips before crawling off the bed and closing your eyes for a moment, trying not to get emotional now that your back was to him.

His arms wrapped around your waist, his lips brushing against your neck. “We don’t have to leave until morning, sweetheart.” His hot breath hit your skin, his scruff leaving a slight burn wherever it brushed against you.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked, trying to control your voice.

You felt his lips turn up into a smile, just before you felt the rumble of his chest as he chuckled. “Oh, so much.”

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Every Me And Every You - Four

The anticipation of what was going to happen next was killing you. You knew Spencer was in the room, you could hear him breathing. But you didn’t know what he was going to do or when.

You lolled your head gently from side to side, trying to get a feel on where he was. 

Nope. 

You heard him chuckle softly.

After what seemed like an age you felt something soft brush against your ankle. You jumped, as much as you were able to causing you to pull on the ropes. He laughed again.

Whatever he had in his hands he was slowly dragging up your legs, barely touching your skin but causing the downy hairs all over your body to stand on end. Dragging it up one leg, across your pelvis and down the other, his touch was feather light.

Yes.

That’s what it was, a feather.

You were twitching at its touch, Spencer moving it over your legs slowly. Everywhere except your most sensitive area where you were now tingling the most.

He started dragging it over your tummy, pressing slightly harder, the vane of the feather occasionally catching your skin and scratching lightly. It wasn’t unpleasant, it just took you by surprise when it happened.
When he ghosted it down your sides you squirmed away, being extremely ticklish, which only made him do it again, causing you to pull taut on the restraints as you tried to pull away from the sensation.

Your first moan came when he grazed the feather across your breasts, up until then, you’d just been breathing heavily. But as he flicked it across your nipples the sensation shot straight through your body to your core. He did it again, circling your areola with the tip of the feather. It felt amazing. You bit down on your lip, trying to pull your legs together needing some friction. Yet you couldn’t. Of course you couldn’t.

He retreated from you and you started counting the seconds he wasn’t touching you and trying to work out how long he was away for, the anticipation building again.

The next feeling you felt was a sharp scratch on the base of your left foot, the feeling so sharp you tried to kick out. Ouch! The rope burned across your ankle.

“Careful Y/N. Remember, you’re not going anywhere right now.” The first time he’d spoken to you since he’d blindfolded you. Spencer’s voice was low and calm, but with an air of confidence to it. It was….. sexy. He knew exactly what he was doing and you, didn’t have a clue.

You could feel something being rolled up the inside of your legs. Something pointy, a pricking sensation with every movement.

Again it wasn’t unpleasant, just uncomfortable. He rolled it higher, across the skin of your inner thighs and you felt the bed sink next to you. Up until now it seemed he’d been stood over you but now he was actually on the bed with you.

You wondered whether he was naked too or whether he was still fully clothed. You wished you could reach out to check, feeling vulnerable that he was seeing you completely bare but you’d not seen him.

“Fuck!” He’d moved whatever instrument he had in his hands to the very tops of your thighs, running it across your outer labia, dangerously close to your clit. The skin was extra sensitive there and the pin pricks shocked you.

“Okay?” he asked and you nodded.

“This is a Wartenberg Wheel, Y/N. You saw one earlier in the week. You actually ran one across the palm of your hand to see what it would feel like, remember? It’s not breaking the skin, or even marking you. It just feels like it is.”

You nodded for him to continue recalling the device, which now you knew what it was didn’t seem so bad. It had looked like a cowboy’s spur attached to a handle so it could roll freely, and you had indeed rolled one across the palm of your hand, it not hurting you at all.

He rolled it higher up your body following a similar track to the feather but pressing harder on the flesh of your tummy. You breathed in trying to escape the pressure you felt, it still not really hurting you, just scratching your skin.

When he reached your breasts you tensed up. And as the points of the wheel were rolled over and around your hardened nipples you winced, biting your lip. The skin was extra sensitive there and it felt like an almost burning sensation. You were trying hard not to move now, knowing if you did, it would just push the points into your flesh even harder.

Placing the points directly over your hardened nub, Spencer pushed lightly and you gasped. Fuck me, that actually hurt, the point feeling that it had to be piercing your skin. Except it wasn’t, he’d said it wouldn’t break the skin and you trusted him.

“You’re doing very well Y/N. I expected you to have squirmed more. How does it feel?”

“What you just did, hurt like hell. It felt like you were piercing my nipple.” You breathed out, feeling his breath right next to your ear. He must be leaning over you. You heard a clunk and realised he’d put the wheel down.

“Do you like having your nipples played with Y/N?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he just ran his fingers over them, the warm of his skin totally different from the cold metal of the wheel.

You felt movement on the bed again, you still couldn’t work out how he was sitting. His fingers grazed over your chest lightly and then you felt a wet sensation followed by a pair of lips enclosing around your right nipple.

Fuuuuck….. He had his mouth around one. His tongue flicked out over and over in quick succession whilst his other hand stroked the other bud.

Fluid had to be pooling between your legs now, gasps were leaving your lips and you felt light headed. Gripping your nipple with his fingers he pulled gently, his tongue still lashing at the other. You whimpered.

His lips released you, he pulled harder and you wondered if he was watching for your reaction. This time it was bordering on painful but it still felt good. You moaned again, bucking your hips.

The next pull was stronger and he twisted, causing you to gasp with both pain and pleasure. Jesus Christ, that was strange. It hurt. But oh god, you didn’t want it to stop.

The final pull had you crying out. That one definitely did hurt, his fingers pinching tightly together and remaining in place for a good thirty seconds or so, tugging hard. As he released you, his hair tickled your chest and you felt a sudden cooling sensation. He was blowing on you.

“Okay?” he asked.

“Uh… Okay…” You were panting lightly now.

Attaching his lips to the the nipple he’d just abused, his kissed it, circling the now extremely sensitive bud with his tongue.

Fuck…..could you come from just having your nipples played with?

He began his attack on the other peak, started off gently and then increasing the pressure, twisting and pinching harder and harder, whilst caressing your other bud with his tongue and lips, almost lovingly. The sensation of one being teased and caressed whilst the other was being tugged and pinched harshly was almost too much to bear. The signals your brain was getting were confusing, and you weren’t sure whether to whine in pain and discomfort or pleasure.

As he pulled hard with his fingers, he bit down with his teeth, causing you to arch you back pulling the nylon rope tight around your wrists and ankles.

“Fuck!” The rope chaffed against your skin Fucking ouch.

“Am I hurting you? If you want me to stop, you just have to say Y/N.”

He was hurting you. But it felt so good that you didn’t want him to. So you said nothing, panting heavily instead as he released your nipples from his mouth and fingers.

“I’ll take that as a no, you don’t want me to stop then.”

“I’ll tell you. Carry on.”

“Good.” You felt that bed move again as he adjusted himself, your chest tingling now that he was no longer touching you.

His weight moved completely and when you felt him next, his hands were gripping the tops of your thighs.

“Well it looks like you’re enjoying this Y/N, I’m fairly certain these will slip straight in.”

Wait, what? What will slip straight in?

You felt pressure against your entrance and then the feeling of something spherical being pushed inside of you, followed by another. He pushed, making sure the objects were securely inside, your inner walls clamping around them.

His fingers stayed between your legs, running through your folds before he moved again and you felt his fingers on your lips.

“Open your mouth Y/N.”

You obeyed, your lips parting and your tongue meeting the two fingertips he pushed inside, tasting yourself on him.

Jesus.

“I told you you were wet.” He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth a few times, before slowly dragging them away pulling on your bottom lip as he did.

“What did you put inside me?”

“That would be telling….. But, I suppose I should turn them on.”

If your eyes weren’t covered he’d had seen how wide they were. Turn them…. on?

Seconds later and you felt vibrating inside of you, the objects he’d pushed in  moving slightly. Ugh. You’d used vibrators before but never on the inside. This was strange…. the motion making you involuntary contract around them, causing you to squirm and your legs to judder.

Spencer laughed at you lowly and you felt a tugging sensation between your legs, followed by another push. He repeated the movement again and against until your hips bucked, the vibrating object hitting your g spot.

“Shit…..ugh…fuck.” He stopped tugging, them obviously in the place he wanted them to be.

Moments later you felt fingers on your clit, alternating between rubbing it side to side and circling it gently. You heard low groans coming from Spencer himself and wondered whether he was touching himself with his spare hand. Fuck, you’d love to see that.

You wanted to push your legs together so badly as you always did when you masturbated but the bindings were stopping you and everytime he hit a certain spot and you twitched, it pulled the rope tight on your ankle and wrists. You were sure you were going to have marks there tomorrow, but as Spencer increased his actions on your clit, you stopped caring.

Gasping loudly now you were biting your lip hard. Normally you’d be gripping the bedsheets or the person you were fucking but you literally couldn’t do anything other than let him make you come.

“Your skin is so flushed right now Y/N, and I bet if I could see your pupils, they’d be dilated. I’ve been touching your pussy for less than a minute and you’re ready to come.”

“Oh god…. Uh.. Oh….” Had it really been less than a minute. Everywhere felt so sensitive right now.

“Come for me Y/N. I want to see your body quiver as you orgasm.”

You had no choice right then, you gave in to the sensations surging through your veins, your body trembling as you came, expletives catching in your throat as you tried to breathe through it.

“Good girl. Very good girl. And now, it’s my turn.”

His fingers retracting from you, you felt quick repetitive movement on the bed and heard his own breathing quicken, quiet grunts coming from him.

You wished he’d stopped to turn off whatever he’d pushed inside of you. The vibrations were making it hard for you to come down completely. The feeling of them inside you, along with the realisation that Spencer was almost certainly stroking his own cock, was enough to almost bring you to another orgasm, if only you could rub against something.

Spencers groans grew louder and you felt a juddering next to you on the bed, followed by warm fluid flowing on to your breasts, coming out in short spurts onto your nipples.

He came to a halt, resting on the mattress, his own breathing evening out and the vibrations inside of you stopping. He’d turned them off.

“You okay?” Came a voice, now near to your ear.

“Uh huh. Are we done?”

“I think so, yes.”

“Okay. Could you…. erm. Clean yourself off me? It’s starting to slide and I don’t like the way it feels.” The fluid was starting to travel down the slope of your chest.

“Sorry. Bear with me.” He hopped off the bed and you heard rustling.

Seconds later you felt him wiping at your chest with what felt like baby wipes, the damp cotton soothing on your warm skin. Shortly after you felt a gentle tugging between your legs, the spherical shapes being removed. They must be attached on some sort of string, you thought.

“I’m going to untie your ankles first okay. You might start to tingle.”

“Okay.”

He worked the rope loose, freeing your ankles from their bonds, you immediately moving your legs from side to side revelling in the fact that you could move them. He was right, within a few moments you felt the uncomfortable feeling of pins and needles. You hadn’t thought you’d been tied THAT tightly. You winced.

A soft blanket floated down over your body, tickling your sensitive skin which was quickly cooling down.

You felt Spencer’s hands on your feet rubbing them gently, moving from one to other helping the blood flow return to normal.

“Is that better?” he asked.

“Yes… Thank you.”

“I’m going to untie your arms one by one. These will be worse because they’ve been raised.”

“Okay.”

He freed your right arm first, his hand grasping your wrist gently as he lowered it to the bed, bending and flexing your elbow a few times.

“Ow… OUCH… FUCK.” Your arm was worse, the feeling starting to trickle back into it, as Spencer gently massaged up and down your arm, repeating the notion with your left arm when he released that.

It felt strange to be able to move about again. Like you should jump up and run around, except you had no energy too.

“Lift your head.” You did as instructed and Spencer removed the blindfold, being careful so as not to tangle your hair on it.

You blinked a few times, your eyes adjusting to the candle lit room, before coming to rest on your colleague almost shyly.

He’d put on a dressing gown at some point, it tied at his waist, black briefs peeking through.

“I’ll be back in a second.” He left the room, coming back with two bottles of water and pouring one into a glass of ice that was already set by your bed.

He handed you the glass, you gulping it down thirstily before resting back onto the pillow. Spencer climbed onto his bed next to you, stretching out beside you.

“So…. ” he started.

“So indeed.” You weren’t sure what to say now, feeling shy again. “What happens now?”

“Firstly, are you okay? I know it might not have seemed particularly intense depending on what you were expecting but I need to check that you’re okay with everything we just did.” He was watching you closely again, trying to profile you.

“I…. don’t know what I was expecting to be honest, but I’m fine, seriously. Wrists and ankles a bit sore and my tits, well they kinda hurt like hell. But it’s nothing I can’t handle. It’s a good kind of hurt, if that makes sense?”

“If it was going to make sense to anyone, it would make sense to me, Y/N.”

You laughed, of course it would.

“And if your nipples are very sore, I have some cream you could use? It’s the same sort a breastfeeding mother would use.”

You looked at him curiously. “Why do you have that, don’t you just inflict the pain?”

“Y/N, do you really think I’d do something to someone else that I hadn’t experienced for myself…. Obviously within reason. Because there’s no way those particular love eggs would fit inside of me.”

Love Eggs!  That’s what they were!

“So, you’ve had someone tie you up?”

“Like I say, I wouldn’t do something to someone that I’ve not tested on myself in some shape or form. I just prefer to be in charge. But that could also be instructing someone on what to do to me, bear that in mind.”

Oh.

“So, do I just get dressed and go? I assume we don’t snuggle?” Of course you didn’t. Dumb ass.

“That’s up to you. I’m happy to have you stay in my bed, I do have to run errands in the morning though but you can let yourself out. And as the snuggling, that’s up to you as well. We’re not all cold hearted like Christian Grey you know. There’s plenty of couples in healthy relationships who partake in this sort of activity. You can bet they snuggle.”

“Would they have ‘normal’ intercourse too though?”

“Most likely. Not all of my sexual encounters revolve around this, I’d never get laid if they did. It takes work and effort to find someone to partake in this on a regular basis. You have to have trust and you don’t find that immediately. I enjoy ‘normal’ sex too.” He mirrored your air quotations.

“Oh.”

“Did you enjoy what we did?” his hazel eyes searched your face.

“Yes. I did.”

“Okay. Do you think you’ll want to try other stuff? With either myself or someone else. I know this can seem strange.”

“Yes. But with you….if, you’re still willing to I mean.”

“I’m willing Y/N. But you will see a different side to the Spencer Reid you know. Tonight was nothing.”

“So I’ll see a different you, and you’ll see a different me. Right? Because it’s not just you that’s going to be acting differently is it?”

“I guess you’re right, Y/N. I guess you’re right. We can talk more tomorrow, unless there’s anything else you want to discuss right now?”

There wasn’t. You shook your head, feeling sleepy.

“Is it okay if I stay then?”

“Of course. Do you want a t-shirt and some boxers?”

You nodded and he climbed back off the bed, rummaging through a drawer and handing you some clothes. You changed quickly, the loose fabric strange over your skin. When you turned around, he’d pulled back to cover and climbed in, having blown out the remaining candles he’d lit earlier.

You got in beside him and rolled onto your side facing away.

“Spencer?”

“Hmmmm.”

“Thanks. For, doing this.”

“No problem. I enjoyed you too.”

That was a way of putting it.

“Spencer?”

“You want to snuggle don’t you?”

“Kind of. I feel strangely emotional. Not like I’m going to cry or anything. Just… odd.”

“That’s expected.” He rolled over so that his body was behind you and wrapped his arm around you slipping his hand into yours where it lay over your tummy.

“Spencer?”

“Hmmmm.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Better Together (Smut) Part One

Request: Heya hey can you do one where you and shawn are best friends but then sleep together its gets awkward after but then you both decide to try a relationship? (Lil smutty and fluffy?) haha ur stories are cute!!

Word Count: 2,466

A/N: Again a two part, because it became rather long. 

Better Together (Smut) Part One

“Cheers to you being home… for a while at least” I yelled, trying to out speak the noise in the bar. Shawn clucked at me, before raising his glass clinging it into mine.

“And our new apartment together” he hurried to say.

“And our friendship” I joined in, laughing.

“Best friend for ever, bitch” Shawn smiled at me.

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Is this really turtle soup?

I’ve never had it before. It’s marvelous.” 

Jamie was unmoved by contemplation of Fergus’s tender state. 

“Aye, well, he’ll be wed a long time,” he said callously. “Do him no harm to keep his breeches on for one night. And they do say that abstinence makes the heart grow firmer, no?” 

“Absence,” I said, dodging the spoon for a moment. “And fonder. If anything’s growing firmer from abstinence, it wouldn’t be his heart.” 

“That’s verra bawdy talk for a respectable marrit woman,” Jamie said reprovingly, sticking the spoon in my mouth. “And inconsiderate, forbye.”

 I swallowed. “Inconsiderate?” 

“I’m a wee bit firm myself at the moment,” he replied evenly, dipping and spooning. “What wi’ you sitting there wi’ your hair loose and your nipples starin’ me in the eye, the size of cherries.” 

I glanced down involuntarily, and the next spoonful bumped my nose. Jamie clicked his tongue, and picking up a cloth, briskly blotted my bosom with it. It was quite true that my shift was made of thin cotton, and even when dry, reasonably easy to see through. 

“It’s not as though you haven’t seen them before,” I said, amused. 

He laid down the cloth and raised his brows. 

“I have drunk water every day since I was weaned,” he pointed out. “It doesna mean I canna be thirsty, still.” He picked up the spoon. “You’ll have a wee bit more?” 

“No, thanks,” I said, dodging the oncoming spoon. “I want to hear more about this firmness of yours.” 

“No, ye don’t; you’re ill.” 

“I feel much better,” I assured him. “Shall I have a look at it?” He was wearing the loose petticoat breeches the sailors wore, in which he could easily have concealed three or four dead mullet, let alone a fugitive firmness. 

“You shall not,” he said, looking slightly shocked. “Someone might come in. And I canna think your looking at it would help a bit.” 

“Well, you can’t tell that until I have looked at it, can you?” I said. “Besides, you can bolt the door.” 

“Bolt the door? What d’ye think I’m going to do? Do I look the sort of man would take advantage of a woman who’s not only wounded and boiling wi’ fever, but drunk as well?” he demanded. He stood up, nonetheless. 

“I am not drunk,” I said indignantly. “You can’t get drunk on turtle soup!” Nonetheless, I was conscious that the glowing warmth in my stomach seemed to have migrated somewhat lower, taking up residence between my thighs, and there was undeniably a slight lightness of head not strictly attributable to fever. 

“You can if ye’ve been drinking turtle soup as made by Aloysius O’Shaughnessy Murphy,” he said. “By the smell of it, he’s put at least a full bottle o’ the sherry in it. A verra intemperate race, the Irish.” 

“Well, I’m still not drunk.” I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. “You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren’t drunk.” 

“You aren’t standing up,” he pointed out. 

“You are. And I could if I wanted to. Stop trying to change the subject. We were talking about your firmness.” 

“Well, ye can just stop talking about it, because—” He broke off with a small yelp, as I made a fortunate grab with my left hand. 

“Clumsy, am I?” I said, with considerable satisfaction. “Oh, my. Heavens, you do have a problem, don’t you?” 

“Will ye leave go of me?” he hissed, looking frantically over his shoulder at the door. “Someone could come in any moment!”

“I told you you should have bolted the door,” I said, not letting go. Far from being a dead mullet, the object in my hand was exhibiting considerable liveliness. 

He eyed me narrowly, breathing through his nose. 

“I wouldna use force on a sick woman,” he said through his teeth, “but you’ve a damn healthy grip for someone with a fever, Sassenach. If you—” 

“I told you I felt better,” I interrupted, “but I’ll make you a bargain; you bolt the door and I’ll prove I’m not drunk.” I rather regretfully let go, to indicate good faith. He stood staring at me for a moment, absentmindedly rubbing the site of my recent assault on his virtue. Then he lifted one ruddy eyebrow, turned, and went to bolt the door. 

By the time he turned back, I had made it out of the berth and was standing—a trifle shakily, but still upright—against the frame. He eyed me critically. 

“It’s no going to work, Sassenach,” he said, shaking his head. He looked rather regretful, himself. “We’ll never stay upright, wi’ a swell like there is underfoot tonight, and ye know I’ll not fit in that berth by myself, let alone wi’ you.” 

There was a considerable swell; the lantern on its swivel-bracket hung steady and level, but the shelf above it tilted visibly back and forth as the Artemis rode the waves. I could feel the faint shudder of the boards under my bare feet, and knew Jamie was right. At least he was too absorbed in the discussion to be seasick. 

“There’s always the floor,” I suggested hopefully. He glanced down at the limited floor space and frowned. “Aye, well. There is, but we’d have to do it like snakes, Sassenach, all twined round each other amongst the table legs.” 

“I don’t mind.” 

“No,” he said, shaking his head, “it would hurt your arm.” He rubbed a knuckle across his lower lip, thinking. His eyes passed absently across my body at about hip level, returned, fixed, and lost their focus. I thought the bloody shift must be more transparent than I realized. 

Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I let go my hold on the frame of the berth and lurched the two paces necessary to reach him. The roll of the ship threw me into his arms, and he barely managed to keep his own balance, clutching me tightly round the waist. 

“Jesus!” he said, staggered, and then, as much from reflex as from desire, bent his head and kissed me. 

It was startling. I was accustomed to be surrounded by the warmth of his embrace; now it was I who was hot to the touch and he who was cool. From his reaction, he was enjoying the novelty as much as I was. 

Light-headed, and reckless with it, I nipped the side of his neck with my teeth, feeling the waves of heat from my face pulsate against the column of his throat. He felt it, too. 

“God, you’re like holding a hot coal!” His hands dropped lower and pressed me hard against him. 

“Firm is it? Ha,” I said, getting my mouth free for a moment. “Take those baggy things off.” I slid down his length and onto my knees in front of him, fumbling mazily at his flies. He freed the laces with a quick jerk, and the petticoat breeches ballooned to the floor with a whiff of wind. 

I didn’t wait for him to remove his shirt; just lifted it and took him. He made a strangled sound and his hands came down on my head as though he wanted to restrain me, but hadn’t the strength. 

“Oh, Lord!” he said. His hands tightened in my hair, but he wasn’t trying to push me away. “This must be what it’s like to make love in Hell,” he whispered. “With a burning she-devil.” 

I laughed, which was extremely difficult under the circumstances. I choked, and pulled back a moment, breathless. 

“Is this what a succubus does, do you think?” 

“I wouldna doubt it for a moment,” he assured me. His hands were still in my hair, urging me back. 

A knock sounded on the door, and he froze. Confident that the door was indeed bolted, I didn’t. 

“Aye? What is it?” he said, with a calmness rather remarkable for a man in his position. 

“Fraser?” Lawrence Stern’s voice came through the door. “The Frenchman says the black is asleep, and may he have leave to go to bed now?” 

“No,” said Jamie shortly. “Tell him to stay where he is; I’ll come along and relieve him in a bit.” 

“Oh.” Stern’s voice sounded a little hesitant. “Surely. His … um, his wife seems … eager for him to come now.” 

Jamie inhaled sharply. 

“Tell her,” he said, a small note of strain becoming evident in his voice, “that he’ll be there … presently.” 

“I will say so.” Stern sounded dubious about Marsali’s reception of this news, but then his voice brightened. “Ah … is Mrs. Fraser feeling somewhat improved?” 

“Verra much,” said Jamie, with feeling. 

“She enjoyed the turtle soup?” 

“Greatly. I thank ye.” His hands on my head were trembling. 

“Did you tell her that I’ve put aside the shell for her? It was a fine hawksbill turtle; a most elegant beast.” 

“Aye. Aye, I did.” With an audible gasp, Jamie pulled away and reaching down, lifted me to my feet. 

“Good night, Mr. Stern!” he called. He pulled me toward the berth; we struggled four-legged to keep from crashing into tables and chairs as the floor rose and fell beneath us. 

“Oh.” Lawrence sounded faintly disappointed. “I suppose Mrs. Fraser is asleep, then?” 

“Laugh, and I’ll throttle ye,” Jamie whispered fiercely in my ear. “She is, Mr. Stern,” he called through the door. “I shall give her your respects in the morning, aye?” 

“I trust she will rest well. There seems to be a certain roughness to the sea this evening.” 

“I … have noticed, Mr. Stern.” Pushing me to my knees in front of the berth, he knelt behind me, groping for the hem of my shift. A cool breeze from the open stern window blew over my naked buttocks, and a shiver ran down the backs of my thighs. 

“Should you or Mrs. Fraser find yourselves discommoded by the motion, I have a most capital remedy to hand—a compound of mugwort, bat dung, and the fruit of the mangrove. You have only to ask, you know.” 

Jamie didn’t answer for a moment. 

“Oh, Christ!” he whispered. I took a sizable bite of the bedclothes. 

“Mr. Fraser?” 

“I said, ‘Thank you’!” Jamie replied, raising his voice. 

“Well, I shall bid you a good evening, then.” 

Jamie let out his breath in a long shudder that was not quite a moan. 

“Mr. Fraser?” 

“Good evening, Mr. Stern!” Jamie bellowed. 

“Oh! Er … good evening.” 

Stern’s footsteps receded down the companionway, lost in the sound of the waves that were now crashing loudly against the hull. I spit out the mouthful of quilt. 

“Oh … my … God!” 

His hands were large and hard and cool on my heated flesh. 

“You’ve the roundest arse I’ve ever seen!” 

A lurch by the Artemis here aiding his efforts to an untoward degree, I uttered a loud shriek. 

“Shh!” He clasped a hand over my mouth, bending over me so that he lay over my back, the billowing linen of his shirt falling around me and the weight of him pressing me to the bed. My skin, crazed with fever, was sensitive to the slightest touch, and I shook in his arms, the heat inside me rushing outward as he moved within me.

His hands were under me then, clutching my breasts, the only anchor as I lost my boundaries and dissolved, conscious thought a displaced element in the chaos of sensations—the warm damp of tangled quilts beneath me, the cold sea wind and misty spray that wafted over us from the rough sea outside, the gasp and brush of Jamie’s warm breath on the back of my neck, and the sudden prickle and flood of cold and heat, as my fever broke in a dew of satisfied desire. 

Jamie’s weight rested on my back, his thighs behind mine. It was warm, and comforting. After a long time, his breathing eased, and he rose off me. The thin cotton of my shift was damp, and the wind plucked it away from my skin, making me shiver. 

Jamie closed the window with a snap, then bent and picked me up like a rag doll. He lowered me into the berth, and pulled the quilt up over me. 

“How is your arm?” he said. 

“What arm?” I murmured drowsily. I felt as though I had been melted and poured into a mold to set. 

“Good,” he said, a smile in his voice. “Can ye stand up?” 

“Not for all the tea in China.” 

“I’ll tell Murphy ye liked the soup.” His hand rested for a moment on my cool forehead, passed down the curve of my cheek in a light caress, and then was gone. I didn’t hear him leave.

Our adventures... Names changed of course! Part 4

Months went by and Jane and I grew closer to each other. We never had dating rules or any hang-ups, which was great since we could say anything to each other.  Because both of us were very laid back, as a couple we quickly scaled our learning curve about each other and realized what we did and didn’t like. I didn’t feel like Jane was ready to hear about my bi side and my bi experiences in depth so I would tell her about my experiences bit by bit. She would tell me about hers, which I made no secret that it really turned me on. We were in love, and my time in this town was coming close to an end, it was time to move again and I wanted to take Jane with me. I wanted to commit to her, but didn’t feel it was the right thing to do until she knew all about my sexuality. So painfully, I dragged it on as long as I could.

I had now received a new job offer in Toronto, Canada and was to move there for couple years. When it was about 6 months there, it was time to visit Toronto for the summer to look for a place to stay. Jane wanted to come since she had never been to Toronto before; we decided to make it a vacation trip for a few days. Of course, no trip to another place was complete without meeting with the local flavor. So I put up a craigslist post to meet couples…bi couples. Just like here in the US, there is no shortage of replies from single guys and husbands replying without any intention for both of them to meet. Knowing this takes time; we had posted a while before we were to visit Toronto to look for an apartment. Eventually we narrowed down to 3 couples and decided to meet one.  We set a date and one Saturday after we spent the whole day looking for a place to rent, we were happy wind down and meet the couple at a local pub.

The couple we had decided to meet was in their early 40’s, so older than us. But age has never stopped us unless the people we played with looked like our parents or grandparents. Intelligence was key, and we didn’t really care for the looks department unless they had a face only their mother would look at. That being said, Jane was pickier than I was and she always got the last say. Needless to say, if she had said yes to what I said yes to, we would have been with a lot more couples. Over the time we’ve played, I had come to realize that she was usually right on when she said that we should meet someone I had been chatting with on the Internet. They seemed to look much older in person, or were flaky, or something that would turn us off and not have a great night that we would have otherwise had with people that we genuinely clicked with.  I was hoping tonight would be one of those nights we would have a great time. The weather in Toronto in spring was great, we had a lovely time outdoors, and had found an apartment right by a park, in a quiet neighborhood, it also had a public pool, so we were both happy and very excited to move to Toronto soon. Needless to say Jane was in a great mood, which is great for me since she tends to open up more and be more engaged with people who we meet rather than be shy. Either ways, she is always the first one to get naked in the bedroom when we all finally move to get more comfortable. So the shyness never really lasts as long…. I love it! That evening we showered to get the smell of the Toronto sweat off our bodies, we showered together and we played with each other in the bathroom.  As Jane turned around, I reached around her body playing with her perky breasts and those sweet tits. She loves her nipples lightly squeezed during foreplay, but when it get close to an orgasm, she loves it squeezed harder, but never to the point of those who are into the hardcore BDSM. Finding the right pressure has been a trial and error for me, but I want to say I have figured it out… sometimes. As I was pinching her nipples one at a time, she just stood still, enjoying the sensations and let out a soft moan. My left hand then slowly moved down to her shaved pussy and I found her clit with my finger searching through her soft lips. I knew I found the spot when I heard a loud short moan and I gently proceeded to play with it with my finger. Rubbing it, circling it, occasionally lightly flicking it, trying different combinations to keep her guessing. To the tone of my rubs, she started to slowly motion her hips back and forth as though being fucked and finger fucking her clit with my finger. I knew she loved it. Keeping my hand there, I moved back and my hard dick was no longer wedged between her ass, pushing by her hole. It was a long hard and thick 7 ½ and was ready to fuck any hole it could get into. But I wanted to wait for the night to unload all the cum I had built up over 2 days so I decided not to. Instead, I bent her over just a little bit more. She leaned on the wall under the shower as the warm water continued to fall on her back and roll down between her lovely ass crack. I lightly slapped her right ass cheek and she let out an approving moan. I took the index finger of my right hand and lightly played with her pussy as I continued to play with her clit with my left hand. I teased her pussy by running my finger up and down her wet slit; I could feel her juices flowing out of her pussy. Occasionally I would slowly finger fuck her with one finger, and then with two.  She would let out a moan every time. I leaned forward to look at her face, her eyes closed, and mouth open, she was bliss. I love eating pussy, and I love to eat it more after I have made a woman cum. There is something about the smell and the taste of it all that just drives me nuts. So each time after a few strokes of my finger (s) inside her, I would take it out, and smell her, taste her… just mesmerized. After doing this a few times, as I was playing with the wet slit of her pussy, I gathered all the juices as I could with one finger and slowly moved it back, running my finger across the place between the edge of her pussy and ass, waiting for her approval, or rather to see if she would disapprove. Now of all the women I have played with in the past, no one has enjoyed being played with her ass as much as Jane. She is up for it most of the time, and when she is, it is just great!!! So I have come to respect that and whenever she doesn’t want to have ass play, I just don’t push it. This time she didn’t object, so I slowly placed the tip of my right index finger at the edge of her hole. I slowly bent the tip of my finger so as to lightly apply pressure on her sphincter and waited, it relaxed and I slowly entered and I heard a louder moan. As I was in, I continued to push in and out and continued to finger fuck her ass. With each thrust I went deeper and deeper till I could not go in any more. She began to quiver. To give you an idea of how much Jane enjoys ass play, she is the only woman I have ever made cum by just playing with her ass. I don’t mean fingering, finger fucking or even fucking her ass, but just my tongue and her ass without even going inside. So I know she really loves it! As we were there in the shower, my hands wrapped around her, and her sexy body, wet with the shower and leaning forward with her eyes closed, moaning and in bliss, I began rubbing her clit firmly with my left hand and fucking her ass with my right. She approvingly moaned and began to thrust her hips with every in stroke of finger inside her ass. I knew she wanted it deeper but I just did not want to cum ahead of our  (hopefully) play tonight. I continued to do what I was doing, and her moans and thrusts began to get louder and deeper. By now, I could tell when she is getting closer to cumming and how hard it will be. This one was going to be long and hard. She became quiet, her body tensed up, she grabbed my left hand with her right and pushed it firm on her clit, and that meant rub harder! As she held firm pressure on my hand, she balanced herself with her left hand on the wall and continued to thrust her hips back at me, coordinating with my finger fucking her ass. Every time I pushed in with my finger, she pushed back with her hips and the closer she got to her orgasm, the harder those thrusts became until her whole body quivered and she came steadily for over 10 minutes. When she cums, she is loud and I was hoping no one were in their rooms or walking by ours, but secretly I hoped someone was listening because I loved to show Jane off. As her orgasm finally subsided, I slowed down my thrusts and stopped, we just stood there for a minute, quiet. “Honey, that was awesome, you really know what to do to me,” she said. “I know honey, you are awesome, I just love the slut in you and I love you!” “We got to get ready to go” I said, with that I stepped out of the shower and proceeded to get dressed. “Ok, I’ll be right out” she said. As I was getting dressed, I was curious to know what Jane would be wearing.  I was hoping that she would wear the gray wraparound that she had sewed. It hugs her body so well, and more importantly makes a nice deep “V” going down well below her breasts and showing off her breastbone. Thankfully that is what she chose. Her lingerie of choice that day was a red bra and red thong.  Jane’s breasts are perky and hold well. So I never knew why she would wear a bra, especially when we would go to meet and play with another couple.  Like I mentioned before, she is very shy and self-aware in public, but in private, she is a real cat in bed. So this time, I convinced her to just wear her thong and nothing else beneath that wraparound which to my surprise she did. Sooooo sexy!!!!! I wanted to fuck her then and there, but had to resist the temptation and we dragged ourselves out of the hotel room.

We mapped the pub we were to meet our couple, Peter and Raquel, and it turned out it was just a couple blocks away from the hotel we were staying. So we decided to walk it up since it was a beautiful evening, and since we were staying down town, close to the lake, we could have a little look around as we made our way to the pub. When we finally got there, it looked like a nice place, mostly full of young people. Of course there was a hockey match between the Toronto Blue Jays and Chicago, and in Canada nothing is bigger than hockey, so of course it was loud. We looked at each other and were hoping that this was going to be a quiet night; just then we received a text saying that they were in the back dining area. As we made our way to the back, it grew quieter, phew! Nice to have a quiet area so we aren’t shouting over each other to make a conversation. As we approached the dining area in the back, our eyes gaze the room to find that face we had seen in picture. Jane was the first one to find them and nudged my hand, “there they are” she said and we made our way towards them. They saw us and stood up to greet us. Peter was in his mid 40s had a distinguished look with salt and pepper hair. He had a bit of an accent since he was French Canadian. We shook hands and formally introduced ourselves, I introduced Jane, and he in his typical French Canadian way leaned in and pecked her on the cheek, Jane giggled and returned the favor. All during this, I stood by and was checking Raquel out, she was looking at me and smiling and after Jane and Peter were done exchanging pleasantries, he introduced me to his wife Raquel, who was a bit younger than him, in her early 40’s. She was dressed in a cute top with a short denim skirt. The collar of her top was low enough that I could see she was big breasted and her bra was holding up those puppies. She was shorter than Jane with dark hair and coffee skin. She was from Spain and they had met while he was on a business trip she said.  The four of us sat down, ordered drinks and dinner and talked as the night passed. Our typical dates are where we begin with talking about regular stuff, the weather, the town, and try to get to know the other couple. Jane was getting tipsy, and I could tell by her interaction with the other couple that she was into them. From our side, the night was a go, and we just had to see what they thought of us. As the night came to an end, Peter looked at Jane and I and said, “we had a nice time and would like to join you two tonight if the feeling is mutual.” Jane knows that I am a go most of the time, and that the decision usually is hers. She looked at me with a smile on her face and I smiled and nodded. “We’d love to have you come over to our room, it’s not too far from here.” Sure, you lead; we’ll follow said Raquel. As we headed down the busy and bustling street of downtown Toronto, we walked and chatted as we went along. I could see Peter checking out Jane and Jane checking out Raquel, and as for me, I was checking out everyone, including some of the women in their skimpy outfits out for a fun night. Eventually, we make it to the hotel and we quietly sneaked them into our room. I’m sure the hotel has security cameras but…. Who cares!!!

As we went up to our room it was so difficult for the four of us to keep our hands to ourselves. It was a different story once we got to the room.  Jane and I are quite to ourselves when we are in the swinger social gatherings, but once we get started, it is a totally different story. We are both very open in bed, and there is never any drama or jealousy, but just pure pleasure watching each other with someone else.  Although Jane has always been shy and anxious meeting other couples or singles in the past, the consistent theme has been that once we all get to the bedroom, she was always the first one to get naked! I loved that about her!!!

In our room, I turned on the TV to the music channel to have some background noise. I had a bottle of red Syrah and poured it in the cheap hotel plastic cups for the four of us. Peter sat in the chair by the window, and Raquel sat next to him, I was standing while Jane sat on the bed close to Peter. As we made awkward small talk, I knew we all wanted to fuck each other’s brains out, but we all were shy to make the first move. As we began to veer off topic to non-sexual stuff, I tried to get us back to sex. I felt like we needed to get going soon and not have a bummer night. “So, I hear the strip clubs here in Toronto are great”. “Yes said Raquel with a grin on her face”, “So I take it you two have been to one”. “We frequent a strip club called La Chique downtown” she said. It’s not too far from here. “Hmm, we should try it sometime Jane”, I said looking at her. “You know, I nudged Jane in the direction of being bi, since she always loved cock and cum. I didn’t really know the times she had her face buried in a pussy was because she enjoyed it or if she was doing it for me.” I paused as I turned to Jane and winked. “I was sure that she liked playing with women when we went to this strip club in Wisconsin once, the stripper was giving her a lap dance, and she was so turned on that when the stripper leaned in, she almost went to make out with her, it was so spontaneous, wild and the kinkiest thing I have ever seen from Jane” With that my dick got hard in an instant because I remembered that night so clearly. As a couple, we had a great time at the strip club, and most strippers were giving us so much attention and we had a blast with them. One striper in particular, was the more competitive one and really loved her job. She had Jane so turned on, when we got home, my clothes were ripped off and I was fucked into pure ecstasy.

“You know, Peter gives a sexy lap dance” Said Raquel. This was my chance, I knew, we could begin this way. “Is that so, I questioned” “Who would you dance for here?” I asked, I wanted to just volunteer Jane, but didn’t want to put her on the spot. Since we were all pansexual, I didn’t really care if he picked me, but I wanted to see him get started with Jane. “Jane come here, he said as he stood up and motioned her to sit in his chair” Jane stood up instantly; I could tell she wanted to get started as well. ”Is this ok?” he asked. Yhea! She cooed. As Peter began to dance for her to the lousy music being played on the TV, I was getting turned on and began to play with my cock. Not noticing, Raquel had come by and was standing next to me. She began to feel my hard dick through my pants, and I looked at her and brought her close to make out with her. I grabbed her by the waist as I pulled her closer, her hand on my cock at all times, She leaned in as we kissed and our tongues played with each other in our mouth. We stopped momentarily to see what was going on, and Peter was shirtless as Jane was unbuckling his pants, and I got a glimpse of her sliding his pants down. As his undershorts slid down, his hard cock sprang up in full view of us, and a very excited Jane. She grabbed his hardness by her right hand, cupping his balls with her left. She slowly leaned in, maintaining eye contact with peter while opening her mouth and taking his cock in and slowly swallowing whole till the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat. Jane loves to please a man, and she is quite submissive as well. I have seen her be very obedient to any guy that has played with her. At the same time, she loves to make a man happy with her blowing skills and will always start slow, playing with a cock and taking it deep to let a man know what is coming. Sure enough, peter loved it, as he arched back and let out a load moan and held Jane by her head and began to slowly fuck her face. Jane instinctively dropped her hands by her side, offered no resistance, but just opened her mouth wider and sucked harder to please the man she was sucking. More Raquel and I watched those two, more turned on we got. I could see the lust in Raquel’s eyes as she pushed me to sit on the edge of the bed. She unbuckled my pants and pulled my jeans and undershorts in one clean swoop. I was hard and my cock sprang out in front of her face. I was clearly bigger than Peter and uncut. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a slutty grin. She grabbed my cock, and slowly stroked me to pull my foreskin back and then stroked forward. In doing so, precum started to flow out of my cock. She looked at me, smiled, leaned in and stuck her tongue out. She bent over and licked my dick right from the base of my shaft to the tip, lapping up every single drop of pre cum along the way. As she reached the top, she looked up once more, smiled, opened her mouth wide and took me in as deep as she could. She couldn’t go as deep as Jane does with me, but it was pretty deep. Her mouth felt so different.

Jane and I have talked in the past, when we were just starting out playing with others. We’ve found the key to a successful adventure is to make sure we have an open line of communication and are extremely honest with each other. Our sex life is awesome, and we’ve probably explored each other more in the first six months of our relationship than what most couples have done in their first year of marriage. We both agree that we are extremely satisfied. After having sucked, eaten, fucked others, we have agreed that the touch, and feel of others is different. This is not necessarily good different or bad different, but pleasurable different. We still enjoy having different feel to sex and that is what we like about swinging. I know Jane loves to have a thicker cock than mine, and although she won’t admit it, the last a guy fucked her who was thicker than I was, I could see by the look in her eyes, rolled over eyes that is, that she was in heaven.  It was the best sight ever!!!

As I hear Peter moan to what I am sure was the most awesome blowjob of his life by Jane, I was focused on Raquel, whose head I had between my hands and I was actively face fucking her as well. All of sudden I felt the bed move and I saw Peter push Jane onto the bed, spread her legs and start to go down on her. Jane loved her pussy eaten regardless of who does it. I could tell she was enjoying this one! I leaned over and kissed her and started playing with her tits. Sucking on them, nibbling on them, lightly biting them. Making sure at all times that I was playing close attention to both her tits. I could tell, as she was getting closer to orgasm, I got more aggressive on sucking and nibbling on her tits. She loved it. Having done this few times to Jane, I have learned how to do it right. She doesn’t like to be sucked aggressively initially as it often hurts, but as she gets close to cumming, suck away, and I have pinched her nipples harder and sucked harder when she is cumming and it has often made her cum even harder. Love it!!! And sure enough Jane came and boy is she loud when she cums. It was a good thing I had the TV on and loud which probably and hopefully helped drown some of the sound. As she simmered down, Peter continued to eat her. I just stepped back as he reached up and had each of his hand on each of her breasts squeezing her nipples and getting her going for another orgasm. As I sat up again, I made eye contact with Raquel. She had black hair, and as I parted them to see her face, I got a full visual of her and her mouth sucking on my hard dick. She sucked differently than Jane did. We often talk about this, about what really excites us, and as I probably have mentioned before, we like the feel of others that may very well be different than what Jane and I do to each other. It is not good or bad, but just different.

I picked Raquel up and brought her towards me, we looked at each other and started to make out. Our tongues played in each other’s mouths. I usually don’t initiate that because some women don’t really like it. But I have to say, 9 out of 10 times, I always get a tongue in, and like it! As we kissed, I could taste my precum in her mouth and I knew it was now her turn to be pleased. I leaned over in her ear and whispered, “Can I eat you?” Like anyone would say no… “Yes” she replied. So I got up and laid her next to Jane who was now on her 3rd orgasm, Kissed Raquel one more time on her lips as we locked in a passionate make out session. I could feel my hard dick rubbing on her belly and the precum that I was oozing out lubricating the friction. I slid my dick down so that it was pointing up, but between the lips of her pussy, really not entering it, but having the lower part of the head of my dick against her clit. She was so wet, that the lubrication from that and my precum was plenty, and as I kissed her, I slowly motioned my hips to move my dick up and down, teasing her clit, but never entering her. By the looks of it, I knew it was driving her crazy, I could tell she wanted to be fucked, she would do everything she could my moving her hips to get my dick to enter her warm wet pussy, but I did everything I could to not let that happen, but let me take my time. We were both enjoying every moment of this playful prolongation of the inevitable. As I rubbed by dick, I would occasionally go down on her breasts and grab them in my hand and suck on her nipples. Raquel was brown skinned, and hard darker nipples than Jane did, but who cares. I like them all ;) I took my time playing with each of them, and continued to rub my dick on her clit at the same time. By the sounds Raquel was making, her moans got louder and louder, and I could tell that she was getting close to cumming. So as I do to Jane, I began to suck and pinch harder, but at the same time mindful of not crossing the line. Her moans grew louder, and then all of a sudden got muffled and quiet. Looking up, Jane was now on her hands and knees, making out with Raquel and they were not locked in a tongue exchange and Peter was now on his back eating Jane out as he had his hands around Jane’s hips pulling her down as Jane rubbed her pussy on Peter’s face. The timing was perfect, and the moans got louder and louder and I witnessed Jane and Raquel has a loud orgasm together at the same time. Boy did I feel good and I hadn’t even cum yet! Peter stood up with a smile on his face, hi-fived each other!

I so want to taste you Raquel, I said looking at her and she smiled at me. I looked at Jane and “Go for it!” was her reply. So I slid down, kissing her body and her belly button on my way and slowly parted her legs as I got down to between her legs. She was all shaved, just like Jane, and had a cute pussy with a prominent clit, which I am sure my now was all engorged. I slid my fingers between her lips, as I went to the top, drew circles around her clit, as I travelled down, through the wetness of her hole sliding down to the edge of her pussy, made circles around her ass, but being mindful of not entering it. By the sound of it, it seemed like she enjoyed it. I drew closer and started playing with the insides of her thigh and groin with my tongue, my mouth and my teeth trying to get a sense of what she liked. Tongue and mouth it was, so I continued to do more of it. As I looked up, I saw that Jane was sitting on Raquel’s face, rubbing her pussy over the ever-accepting mouth of Raquel. Next to Jane stood Peter, with his hard dick that Jane was playing with. As I was playing with Raquel’s clit, I had my eyes on Jane, I love watching her suck a guy and this one was no different. In the past, she has mentioned to me that she loves to suck a cock, and pleasing a man and especially giving him a good orgasm. She also likes cum, which not all women do, and I have never seen her spill a drop. She loves to get every single drop out and more and she is so good at it. Watching her please a man right in front of me, and at this time, Peter, is such a turn on. I finally stopped teasing Raquel and went in. I grabbed her by her thighs, and moved her legs over my shoulder. She was so wet and I couldn’t help myself as I stuck out my tongue and slid it up and down her slit. As I moved up, I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue occasionally flicking it, as I went down, would fuck her pussy with my tongue and lap up all her cum and juices from her previous orgasms. I did this many times over as Jane continued to deep throat Peter and suck him hard and as she continued to rub her pussy on Raquel’s mouth. Raquel’s muffled moans got louder, and I could tell Jane was closer to cumming, and I could see Peter grabbing her by the head and once again face fucking her. This was mu cue to get more aggressive. I buried my face over Raquel’s clit and ate her as hard as I could, but at the same time as gently as I could. Sure enough the two women came very hard and Peter and I had the pleasure of watching their quivering bodies right in front of us. We decided to sit back and have a breather.

Peter and I got off the bed and were grabbing a drink and talking about Toronto, trying to get an idea of what the city was like. We were both hard and on occasions our dicks would touch, but we really didn’t care. It’s nice to find a couple who are just go with the flow kind, who have nothing to prove or have insecurities, but just like to have a good time. “You have a nice cock Dan” Said Peter as he grabbed it and gave it a few playful strokes. “Thanks’ Peter, Looking at you, I’m sure Jane will enjoy you inside her, I see she has already enjoyed sucking you”, “OH Yhea” said Peter, “She sucks good” “Just like Raquel does,” I replied. “I like it when we play with couples who enjoy foreplay as much as we do, especially eating and sucking” I said, Peter nodded his head in agreement, “and speaking of eating, have a look over there, as he motioned to the bed”. I turned around and saw the sexiest sight I could see!!! Jane was sitting by the head of the bed, her legs spread, with Raquel on her hands and knees buried between Jane’s legs eating her out. Jane with her back arched, eyes shut and head towards the celling and Raquel’s sweet ass in the air. I sooooo wanted to eat Raquel again; moreover I just wanted to fuck Raquel as she was eating Jane out. “Oh, I got to go join in Peter, wanna come?” I asked. “I’m going to sit this one out, I want to watch Raquel in action” he replied. “Fair enough” I said. “How does Raquel feel about having her ass played with” “Oh she loves it!” replied peter with wide-eyed grin. “Do you think she’ll mind if I played with her ass with my tongue? I really want to ask her, but I really don’t want to interrupt what is going on” “I don’t think she will, she has let other guys play with her ass in the past, and to my knowledge has never said no, so I think you’re safe to go for it” “OK” I replied with a big smile and felt my dick get harder!!! Peter and I moved closer to the bed, as I stood right in line with Jane and Raquel, I could see Raquel’s slit and her ass looking straight at me with her wet pussy almost dripping out. Peter took a seat on a love seat next to the bed with a drink in his hand, stroking himself as he watched Jane. I stood there as long as I could as I watched Jane have another orgasm, and I couldn’t take it any more, I moved forward and slid my cock up and down Raquel’s wet slit slowly rubbing and moving it to the edge of her hole without entering… I did not want to fuck her yet. I then leaned forward on my knees, and looked at Peter again, he knew exactly what I was thinking as he gave me the thumbs up. I grabbed her gently by the hips, and once again started to move my tongue up and down her slit, lapping up her juices. Only this time, I moved up and began rimming her. She let out a loud moan. I took that as a yes and began playing with her pussy and her ass this time, just the way I like to do it with Jane and soon enough had Raquel have another orgasm. I moved up to Raquel and we made out again, I spread Jane’s legs wider and we both started to eat Jane out together. When she realized what was going on, she was so excited, all I could hear out of Jane was “Oh my god, oh my god” again and again. Raquel and I went to town!!! We ate, licked, sucked, nibbled Jane’s pussy, and occasionally would lap up her cum and juices and make out with each other, tasting Jane in each other’s mouth. We just did very combination possible and had orgasm twice. After number two, we decided to stop and Jane was just laid there in bed trying to catch her breath. I saw peter get up and walk towards Jane, he looked at me, and I smiled, nodded and gave him a wink. Raquel and I got off, and I took Peter’s place in the love seat with my hard dick pointing to the ceiling. When Jane opened her eyes, she saw Peter standing there by the edge of the bed, she looked for me and saw me sitting nearby with a smile on my face, and she knew I was ready to watch her perform. She motioned Peter to come over, and he obliged by climbing in bed as Jane once again spread her legs and she straddled himself between her legs. They started exploring each other, caressing each other, making other with each other, kissing, and fondling each other like new lovers exploring one another rather than your porn movie wham bam for an hour. I love watching that. By the corner of my eye, I saw Raquel standing next to me as she rubbed my shoulder. I grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit with me, she grabbed my cock, and sat in a way that she was on my lap, but she positioned her pussy right over my dick and slowly slid it in her as she sat on me. She didn’t fuck me or anything, and all this time, I was just inside her, feeling her warm wet pussy around my dick, as we hugged each other watching our lovers with each other playing right in front of us. We watched as Jane grabbed Peter’s thick cock and guided it inside her pussy and they began fucking and as their moan’s grew louder and louder, I saw peter’s thrusts get harder and stronger, and watched Jane spread her legs even more to give him full access to his hard thrusts and as she would try and push his hips deeper inside her with each thrust. I knew it was only a matter of time, and sure enough they both came together. It was so freakin’ hot, this is why I love watching Jane with someone else, as she looks incredibly gorgeous while she’s fucking. I love to watch it from a distance from time to time. After their orgasm subsided, peter laid on Jane for a bit as they gathered their breath. Raquel and I moved in. We started fucking right next to them and She once again climbed over me as I lay in bed next to Jane. They got up, and sat by the edge of the bed as they watched Raquel and I fuck. Jane’s view was from the back as she got to see Raquel ride me and watch my thick hard dick go in and out of her wet pussy with her cum and juices dripping down my shaft and balls. She rode me harder and harder till we both came hard and I filled her pussy with my load. Good thing for birth control!

We were just done by the end of it, and this was one of the best sex we’d had with another couple. But it was time to say good night. We hugged and kissed each other and exchanged numbers and emails to keep in touch. After they left, we were just too horny and got in bed to make love again. We could taste Peter and Raquel as we made out, and I could still feel Jane’s wet pussy, which was probably a combination of Jane and Peter’s cum. We went down on each other, and sure we tasted each other and our lovers’ who had just left and once again fucked till we came…. twice. Now we were done. We got ready for bed, washed up and cuddled after a memorable night of fucking…. Literally our brains out!

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Happy Birthday, spooning-always-leads-to-forking!

Originally posted by itadakimasu-letmeeat

Happy birthday to @spooning-always-leads-to-forking from all of us here at @everlarkbirthdaygifts! We apologize for posting so late in the day, but hey, this way you get to party a little bit longer, right? ;) To help you celebrate, @shesasurvivor has written a story just for you! Enjoy!

Title: If you like making love at midnight

Rating: M

Author’s Note: Happy birthday! Enjoy this little piece of Everlark-on-vacation, with slight influences from The Piña Colada Song! ;)

“Mind if I join you?

I try not to let myself look as annoyed as I really feel about this question. The entire reason I came out to use the hot tub so late at night was precisely because I wanted to be left alone, and not be bothered by the other loud, annoying hotel guests. I know it would be rude to make that apparent, though, so I put on the most fake smile I can muster, and turn to nod assent to the intruder.

I stop when I see him, caught off guard. He’s not what I’m expecting, not by a long shot. He’s my age, which immediately would make me coil away, my guard already up. But there’s something about him that already puts me at ease. Maybe it’s his gentle eyes, which I think are blue, but it’s so hard to tell for sure in this dim light. Or maybe it’s the kind smile plastered across his face as he looks down at me, genuinely awaiting my approval.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think we are meant to see Dornish culture as uniquely violent, vengeful, bloodthirsty and full of treachery compared to the rest of Westeros? How much of this can be attributed to the bias and racism of other Westerosi characters when they talk about Dorne, and how much is about George RR Martin's own vision of Dornish culture and the culture of POC in general?

Let me start by saying that I am in no way qualified to talk about “George RR Martin’s own vision of Dornish culture and the culture of POC in general”. There are many meta writers who have critiqued and commented on the presentation of POC characters in ASOIAF, and far better than I have or can. I can say as a general matter that there are elements to the Dornish narrative, more in description than in actual plot points, which smack uncomfortably of exoticism on the part of the author (the way the author describes Arianne for the first time - from the literal snake around her arm to her “round ripe breasts with their huge dark nipples” and “lush curves at waist and hip” to the comparison of Arys’ dry throat to the “Dornish sands” - stands out as a particularly egregious example).

However, I strongly disagree with the assessment that we, the audience, are meant to see Dornish culture as “uniquely violent, vengeful, bloodthirsty and full of treachery”. The Dornish - or, perhaps more accurately, those Dornish who desire war and bloodshed, like the Sand Snakes - are no more violent than the Boltons; no more vengeful than Wyman Manderly; no more full of treachery than the Freys. Indeed, one of the really strong elements of the Dornish narrative is that there isn’t a single mindset within this somewhat smaller setting; there are many facets to the Dornish outlook explored in the POVs of Areo, Arianne, and Quentyn. 

Instead, what I think the author intended with the Dornish narrative is to explore the price these characters are willing to pay for what they term justice. Doran is the fulcrum of this question: for all he desires vengeance for the murders of Elia and her children - and it’s absolutely true that he does - Doran also does not want to kill innocents. On one side of him are his brother’s daughters: they want vengeance for Oberyn and the cause he himself died for, but they also speak openly of killing those who had no part in Elia’s death - including killing Tommen, only a child. On the other side is Ellaria Sand, as much a Dornishwoman as her de facto stepdaughters:

“Oberyn wanted vengeance for Elia. Now the three of you want vengeance for him. I have four daughters, I remind you. Your sisters. My Elia is fourteen, almost a woman. Obella is twelve, on the brink of maidenhood. They worship you, as Dorea and Loreza worship them. If you should die, must El and Obella seek vengeance for you, then Dorea and Loree for them? Is that how it goes, round and round forever? I ask again, where does it end?” Ellaria Sand laid her hand on the Mountain’s head. “I saw your father die. Here is his killer. Can I take a skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night? Will it make me laugh, write me songs, care for me when I am old and sick?”

And for all the Sand Snakes are the embodiment of violent vengeance, Doran’s own children are definitely not cut from the same cloth. Arianne does think about justice for Oberyn and Elia, and she will probably throw Dorne headfirst into war by siding with Young Aegon, but it would be a mistake to think of Arianne as a violent person; indeed, she’s clearly very troubled by the harm she allowed to come to innocent Myrcella in her abortive queenmaking plot. And Quentyn - well, Quentyn is about the least violent, least vengeful, least bloodthirsty of anyone introduced in the Dornish storyline. Quentyn doesn’t relish in the bloodshed of the Windblown, he’s haunted and horrified by it. “Fire and blood” isn’t his rallying cry of vengeance, it’s a painful whisper coming on the heels of “Father, why?” as Quentyn heads to his death. 

So, while I do see one of the main themes of the Dornish narrative being the pursuit of vengeance, I don’t see that the author was trying to paint a single image of “all Dornish are like this”, violent, vengeful, and treacherous. Violence is an option for some, but for others, violence is the most abhorrent of choices. It comes back to the question of who pays - who pays for the vengeance chosen by another, and when does that vengeance not become worth the payment.

The Queen Regent (NFriel) 

lenia1d  asked:

45, 17 ( I don't know if sending two of these is allowed though 😊😊 )

17.  You didn’t have to marry me, you know

45.  Look at them, their perfect tans and cold margaritas…assholes

“Get out, I’m trying to take a peek too!” You tried to shout, your voice coming out in a whisper instead. “Gimme the binoculars!” You whined, hitting his left arm with your fist, immediately regretting it the moment you felt the pain cover your knuckles. You’d forgotten you’ve been outside for almost two hours, and that your favourite soldier had a metal arm. That bloody thing almost gave you a 3rd degree burn. “Buck!”

“Look at them, their perfect tans and cold margaritas… Assholes.” He murmured, trying to see through the dense mass of plants that separated the VIP swimming pool area from the other. 

“Perfect tanned bodies?” You asked, craning your neck, trying to see something. “Where? Where Buck, I wanna see ‘em!” Bucky took a moment to stare at you with a stern look before smirking and pointing at himself with his free hand.

“You’ve got one right here.”

“Yours is not as good as Tony’s sunkissed abs.” He immediately looked at you again, indignation twisting his features. You took advantage of this brief moment of weakness to snatch the binoculars, letting out a satisfied chuckle when he groaned. “Oh la la, look at them nipples.” 

“You’re horrible at wifing, did you know that?”

You didn’t have to marry me, you know.” You fired back, eyes still focused on what Sam denominated ‘#TeamTony’ after the disastrous volley match that ended up with Bucky visiting the emergency room after sassing T’challa way too much. “I can’t believe Nat stole my favourite bikini!” You shouted with indignation the moment you laid your eyes on the Russian spy. “Why is she wearing it better than me? Dammit.” you kept rambling.

“Beyoncé told me to put a ring on the things I like.” You rolled your eyes as you kept staring.

“Get down from there guys, this is not that bad.” Steve shouted.

“Shut up Rogers, they’re gonna catch us!” You shouted back before looking through the binoculars again. “Tony’s flashing a mirror towards us… Wait, Buck, grab your phone I think he’s using Morse code.” You stretched out your arm and slapped his, cursing as you felt your skin burn again. “Goddammit Barnes I hate your metal arm.”

“That’s not what you say when-”

“P!” You cut him off, making him type on his phone. “O… O… R. Poor.” You frowned. “P… E… A… S… A… N… T… S. Peasants. Motherfucker!” You shouted after taking a minute to process his words, this time loud enough for him to hear. “Bucky he just called us-”

“I know darling, I know.” His fingers brushed your hair. “Keep lookin’ through them, lemme show you something.” He commanded and you complied.

Bucky stretched out his arm and started twisting it side to side.

“Fuck off Barnes!” You two heard Tony roar as he tried to cover his eyes from the intense light flashing straight to his eyes. 

You two laughed, high fiving.

Not accepting prompts anymore, sorry.

Red Wine

Co-written with @yesbocchan!   


“Malfoy? Hey, are you listening?”

That couldn’t be. Draco’s thoughts were so insistent that he couldn’t pay attention to a single word Robards was saying, even if the man were the most interesting in the room – which he obviously wasn’t.

Potter, that bastard, was not only the most interesting, but apparently the hottest too. Instead of what Draco was used to seeing, Potter wearing those horrendous band t-shirts and baggy jeans, now his auror partner stood in front of everyone – all those hateful people that already drooled over him on a daily basis – in fit trousers and a white shirt. Trousers that Draco could recognise from that distance as being from the same tailor his mother always frequented and a shirt… a silk shirt that contrasted with his tanned skin in a way Draco was sure should be forbidden. 

“Malfoy?”

“What is it?” Draco retorted, abruptly, realising too late who he was talking to. His chief, however, didn’t seem to mind all that much about Draco’s response as soon as he spotted Harry by the door. He waved, a ridiculous devoted expression that made Draco roll his eyes. 

“Sir,” Potter nodded once, his eyes glued on Draco’s full of expectation. Robards was already talking again, pushing a glass of red wine in Harry’s hand without even bothering to offer one to Draco. He did his best not to roll his eyes again when Potter downed the whole thing in one go. The glass refilled itself as soon as Harry lowered it, which Draco thought wasn’t such a good thing since Potter was inclined to drink a lot when he could. Just like he’d predicted, Potter drank the second dose without giving it much thought.   

“… and Malfoy here seems to think you look quite good too,” Robards’ voice came to Draco’s ears. Draco was thankful that he wasn’t drinking, or he would’ve most certainly chocked. Potter didn’t have that much luck. Draco almost saw it happen in slow motion. Potter’s glass tipped over a bit, as he coughed and bent forwards… then the disaster: the glass hit Harry’s immaculate shirt, spilling its contents all over it and making it stick to Potter’s skin. Draco could make out every single muscle, perhaps even some scars and veins. The red of the wine against the stark white of the shirt made it look like a murder scene, Draco thought vaguely, then a hissed “shit” snapped him back into focus.

“Potter, you idiot,” he automatically said, stepping closer to inspect the damage. As he took the soaked tissue between his thumb and forefinger, Potter cleared his throat meaningfully, prompting Draco to jump back, heat rushing to his cheeks. That was when he noticed the whole hall had gone silent… and they were all staring. Not at Draco’s little domestic show, however, but at Harry’s lean figure that could now be admired by every single person under the transparency of his shirt. Something in Draco’s brain started to boil at that realisation and he felt himself – rather than decided to – spin towards Harry again, grab him by his forearm and drag him out of the hall. 

“I suppose that I should apologise?” 

Draco didn’t have to look at Potter to understand he was being mocked. He kept facing forward, guiding them towards the nearest elevator and pushing the button without chancing a look back. The smell of wine invaded his nostrils, the sound of tiny drops hitting the marble ringing in his ears in the dead silence. He clicked his tongue involuntarily, finally looking at Potter. An obvious mistake. From where he stood, under the well illuminated hall, he could see details that he hadn’t spotted before. Potter’s dark pointing nipples poking the stained fabric, glued sinfully against his pectorals, the line of his abs distinguishable just like his defined six pack. The dark liquid had reached the hem of his shirt, wrinkling the drenched piece until drops rolled down his pants and towards the floor. Merlin, that explained why everyone had been eating him with their eyes. A ding indicated the arrival of the elevator, snapping Draco out of his daze. His eyes met Potter’s briefly, grey ones melting into green ones full of something he couldn’t name, before turning around again and getting inside. 

“You’re making a mess with this, hold the hem up so it won’t dirt my floor.” Draco’s words came out harsher than he’d planned. He gulped, uncomfortable with his suddenly dry throat. Fuck, he felt his whole body hot. Potter just hummed beside him, rolling his eyes even though Draco couldn’t see. The elevator stopped on their floor, the heavy doors opening to a long corridor filled with portraits, most of them of sleeping wizards, on the high walls. Draco walked up to his office in silence, not daring a glance back at Potter. The moment the door closed behind them, though, Draco was all over Harry, his fingers skilfully unbuttoning the ruined shirt without much care as to avoid touching the other’s skin. “You’re so reckless, this is high quality silk, you careless bastard… and Cabernet Sauvignon! Such a waste on a mannerless brute like you, how can you drop a whole glass of… ” A firm hand stopped him suddenly, the heat radiating through Potter’s palm to Draco’s bicep where it held him in place. He darted his eyes up to find the shirt gone, thrown in the closest bin, one of his hands frozen in the air and the other holding Potter’s belt possessively. At first Draco considered running away, the heat already creeping up his face, but then Potter smirked at him, placing his other hand tentatively on Draco’s waist. 

“This is unfair,” Harry murmured, the very short distance between them doing things to Draco’s mind. 

“What is?” Draco found himself answering, placing his free hand on Potter’s shoulder unthinkingly.

 “I’m the only one getting naked,” replied Harry. Draco gaped, his mind short-circuiting when the realisation hit him. Harry wanted him, he wanted him to do it, undress him and… a low chuckle brought him back to reality, Harry’s blown pupils staring at his neck, his lips forming a wicked grin. “Merlin, look at you… ” he traced Draco’s jugular with a finger, admiring how the skin of his cheeks and neck were tinged red. “Are you that turned on?” 

Draco could sense when he was being made fun of, especially by Potter. He turned towards the door, cheeks burning. “You can do this on your own,” he mumbled, holding out a hand to grab the door handle, but a warm palm on his arm stopped him. 

“It’s no fun of my own,” breathed Potter, dangerously close to his right ear. Then Draco was being spun around and pushed against the desk, all in one fluid movement. The next thing he knew, Potter’s lips where on his, hot and hungry, tasting of wine, his tongue expertly sliding against Draco’s, tearing a low moan from him. Potter’s wet torso collided with Draco’s, but he couldn’t care less, as soon as Potter kept rocking against him like that… then Potter’s lips parted from his suddenly, leaving Draco in a blissful daze, eyes still closed.

“Do you like Chinese?” whispered Potter. 

“Yes, Potter, I like Chinese,” chuckled Draco, amused by Harry’s not-so-smooth invitation. 

“Harry, my name is Harry.”

“Harry,” Draco tried out the sound like he’d just discovered a new word and he felt Harry shiver against him. “Do you like it when I say your name, Harry?” purred Draco, brushing his mouth on Harry’s earlobe.

“Yes, Draco,” moaned Harry, rotating his hips. 

A squirm escaped Draco’s lips.“I think we should get out of here, before I take you on this very desk,” he said, grudgingly. 

“I’m not opposed to the idea,” was Harry’s reply, his mouth on Draco’s once more.


What do you say, tumblr, should we write more?

i would like to be forced to be formed to a degraded cunt animal. i wish i would be forced to do self humiliation and self hurting. i wish i had to stretch and pump my disgusting normal tits to become fat, low hanging udders. i wish i would be forced to bind and abuse them always. i wish i wouldn’t be allowed to sleep anymore without having my udders fixed to my bed with rope. i wish i would be forced to stretch and enlarge them until they dangle pervert down to my navel. i wish i would be that formed to a cunt animal, that if i lift my sweatshirt a bit, my udders would hang that deep, that they would be visible for every man to play with. i wish i would be forced to pump and stretch my nipples that extreme, that they mutate to fat teats. i wish i would be forced to stretch my flesh, until that fat, degrading teats would point to the floor, that they would hang directly over my greedy cunt. i wish i would be forced to have my useless clit permanent sore and swollen, knowing that i’m only worth to be fucked in my stretched and ruined asscunt. i wish i would be forced to pump my clit and cunt to the extreme, to stretch out my inner cunt lips, that i’m always reminded what a cunt pig i am.
i wish i would be forced that my cunt is sore and hurting, to dominate my worthless brain. i wish i would be forced to go in a dirty male restroom, licking piss and shit. i wish i would be forced to clean it with my mouth and underwear. i wish i would be remote controlled, pretending to live my normal life - but at the same time being forced to form my body into a cunt pig. i wish i would be brainwashed, brain-raped to loose my dignity, self esteem and self respect to accept my natural state as an animal, that exists to serve men. i wish i would have these massive udders and teats, this pumped cunt and this open asscunt, ready for every man to rape and use me in every way, without any rights. i wish my naked body would show every man clearly what i am.

anonymous asked:

Hi! i've looked for this fic for ages, can't find it anywhere anymore :( i think dnp were in vegas, got drunk, and were playing truth or dare at one point, dan said his nipples were sensitive, smut happened a few times, and phil didn't want to talk about what was happening because he wasn't sure how he felt, but they ended up figuring things out together in the end, and it ended with them having sex, do you know it? thanks xx

Roll The Dice And Swear (ao3) - Dan has a wet dream while sharing a hotel room with Phil.

-Rachel

Late Night Ride (M) - Junhoe

Originally posted by alittlepessimistic

“What do you want Kitten? All you have to do is ask for it.”

  • *not my gif*

Word Count: 1,627

Summary: It’s late at night and you’re catching the bus home, but you run into a detour when Junhoe & the rest of iKON end up on the same bus as you. 

Contains: Rough Sex, Vocal Sex, Mild Asphyxiation, Unprotected Sex (don’t do it unsafe sex is bad sex) 

  • As Suggested by:

(Kinda skipped out on the multiple orgasms because I may or may not write a part 2.) 

But why is my life such a mess?

*DO NOT READ ON IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SEXUAL CONTENT*

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