OF THE WAVES.

you're kissing her, not because you want to kiss her but because you noticed they were across the bar, watching you from afar. they looked like they wanted you to walk over to them but you can't. you won't. instead you order a cheap bottle of beer, sit across the room from them and talk up this real easy blonde. you buy her a drink, engage in that shitty ass fucking mindless blabber and then you kiss her. it's not gentle, too rough for her liking probably but hot and needy. it lasts until your lungs burn and you have to pull away, moving to her neck with small nips and bites, gaze fixated on the other again.

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Your fingers trace the rim of glass, that once HELD something muted. Fruity notes, with the bitter punch of hard liquor. You'd spied him, from across the way, and that brief eternity that you'd both held EYES, seemed to be more than enough to make him irate. And, if not irate, then ... whatever this was, that could take its' place. Whatever could wear angers' skin.

Woman he kisses is clearly entranced, enthralled, wanting someone such as him, but the dim to his gaze tells YOU everything you need to know. Ringed digits sweep bangs from your view, tuck them behind your ear as you raise glass to your lips once more, lingering on that sight, there. America, the beautiful ; yet some were so, so TERRIBLY clothed in shame, that they could not hope to speak their truth. You wave tender over, and order them both another round of whatever he had been drinking. Whatever made him feel BRAVE, whatever emboldened him.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

"you  know,  being  around  you  .  .  .  makes  my  head  clearer."  head  cants  slightly  as  he  lets  his  own  words  roll  over  in  his  mind.  "does  that  make  sense?  sometimes  things  feel  foggy,  but  when  you're  around,  it's  not  like  that."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBrows raise, only slightly, as not did not give away his surprise.

Lips tuck tightly together ; it's not out of embarrassment, but SOMETHING, to smother the smile that threatens the edges of his lips. ELDER, he may be, but even the dragon, was not immune to flattery. Nod comes slowly, after a meditative silence, head turning.

#brokenfist: a blog for primarily two original characters known as noname and abraham (bram) grace. written and created by miew. features several other original characters and canons as request only muses (please do not follow solely for them). see pinned for information + carrd for rules. ©