S p a c e

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

❝  is this what you [origin/nationality/family] call dancing?  ❞

❝  then i will introduce you to some pretty young noblemen instead.  ❞

❝  allow him his fancy.  ❞

❝  but no warfare tonight, i trust.  ❞

❝  oh, dear me, i’m no dancer, let me find a better partner for you.  ❞

❝  i can think of nothing less appealing than an evening of watching other people dance.  ❞

❝  will you please come and set an example for your companions?  ❞

❝  would you take a drink with me?  ❞

❝  i may not be [name], but may i dance with you?  ❞

❝  may i have a waltz?  ❞

❝  have some more wine, my wine.  ❞

❝  take a dance in the garden, my garden.  ❞

❝  the pretty young noblewomen of [place/family] would delight to have you paw at them.  ❞

❝  but if i were to become a woman with half your grace and beauty, [name]… i would be proud and happy.  ❞

❝  you look… as lovely as ever, [name].  ❞

❝  it’s a relaxation to dance with you, [name].  ❞

❝  i’ll save you the third dance just because it’s your first ball.  ❞

❝  he has the strength of an ox. and sadly the grace of an ox as well.  ❞

❝  the whole party is here to help my father prepare for the party.  ❞

❝  you and your idiot matchmaking.  ❞

❝  you have shown yourself to be a fine dancer, despite all your protests.  ❞

❝  do you not dance, mr. [name]?  ❞

❝  though i am an old married man, i would enjoy dancing with [you/name].  ❞

❝  will you stay for the [name/celebration] ball, [name]?  ❞

❝  oh, isn’t this room just like a fairyland?  ❞

❝  tonight is for celebrations.  ❞

❝  how do you like my hair?  i did it myself.  ❞

❝  oh, i had the most wonderful time!  it was out of a dream—  ❞

❝  where do you want to be taken?  ❞

❝  if i may have the pleasure, will you join me in a [dance]?  ❞

❝  she hates us both. hardly a reason for courtship, surely.  ❞

❝  you fear for the constancy of your lover’s affections?  ❞

❝  put on your best finery, [name]. your most beautiful dress. you’re coming with me.  ❞

❝  it’s the last dance.  ❞

❝  there is a response to such an insult. but it would not be appropriate here.  ❞

❝  if i may be so bold, i would ask for your advice.  ❞

❝  i would dance with you, if you will ask me.  ❞

❝  sprezzatura. i have heard it means ‘ the effortless display of grace ’.  ❞

❝  i see no evidence of sprezzatura.  ❞

❝  i care nothing for your pretty young noblewomen.  ❞

❝  if you will be my partner, [name].  ❞

❝  it would not be improper for us to dance.  ❞

❝  [name] told me she does not mean to dance this evening, but i do see a young lady whom i should like to see dancing.  ❞

❝  i dare say, but if i’m not to dance with you, i’m getting out of this operetta and going home.  ❞

❝  i come with some admirable qualities.  ❞

‘I’d hold out my hand, like this. And she’d drift down, like a little noodly leaf.’

Dryad Soraka in casual clothes, a recent commission

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Baby-making (NSFW edition)

“We’re not stopping until you get me pregnant.” Lindo – sent by @peachb0ii

This was the second round; the second of many of the night. When you both possess bodies with strength and abilities beyond human, stamina is nothing but a concept so irrelevant, peripheral and akin to mortals. All the things he had repressed, all the touches he didn’t give, all the power and passion he rarely demonstrated now flowed like the waters of a river setting his heart and soul ablaze.

The bed was a mess. Linen and pillows could be found muddled here and there, almost falling to the floor. Objects from the desk were already spread on the ground: papers, pens, stone figures for mere decoration, and on top of the desk, face down and naked there was Lindo being pinned against the surface by Rem’s hand whose fingers closed around the back of his neck.

From behind him, the sound of Rem’s breathing was hot, heavy, as if the air in his lungs was suffocating, as if it burned him. In unison, his pants accompanied the slick noises of his hips slamming his lover’s ass with a pace ever so unbridled and desperate, like he would die if he stopped. Like he would never know heaven - for he was already condemned to the hell where he belonged.

There was no sanity in this; only lust, only fire and yearning. Rem couldn’t bring himself to stop, to slow down or give him mercy. He had Lindo’s derrier up in the air and his hips where he wanted, keeping them in place with the other hand. As he pushed roughly and deep inside him, he heard Lindo’s nasty words and a growl immediately burst out of his chest like the wild animal he was right now.

Pretending this hadn’t blew up the little self control he had left would be ridiculous, insane, a total disappointment for the one below him. So he obeyed his own instinct and grabbed that man by the shoulder to pull him up and make him stand. In what it felt like a blink, Rem pushed and pinned him face against the nearest wall, grabbing one of his legs and flexing his limb up with a rough grip around his thigh.

As Rem spoke, his cock fully pierced Lindo’s hole in one forceful penetration, and Rem’s words were growls in his ear.

Giver:

“I’m gonna put a baby in you, tonight.”

“There’s no way you won’t be pregnant after we’re done, here.”

“No one is breeding you but me!”

“What if I don’t pull-out this time?”

“You’re gonna lie down for an hour after this, so every drop of my seed stays inside. Then I’m gonna fuck you again, just to be sure.”

“I’m gonna fuck you until you’re so full of my seed that you’ll be dripping for hours.”

“Fuck the condom. Let’s make a baby.”

“Tell me you want me to cum inside. Beg me for it.”

“I’m out of condoms. Are you sure you still want to do this?”

“What do you say we ditch the condom tonight?”

“What do you mean you stopped taking your birth control. Does that mean you want to try?”

“I am gonna fuck you every night until you conceive.”

“Tilt your hips, baby. I wanna get it nice and deep, this time.”

“What do you say we give (insert child’s name) a little brother or sister?”

“Fuck, I’m so hard for you. If this load doesn’t put a baby in you, I don’t know what will.”

Receiver:

“Please, put a baby in me!”

“I’m ovulating, today. You should take advantage of it.”

“I stopped taking my birth control.”

“Don’t pull-out this time.”

“When you finish, stay inside. I want all of you.”

“Fill me up. Please!”

“We’re not stopping until you get me pregnant.”

“I want you every night until this takes.”

“Imagine me. My belly round with your child. Now make it happen.”

“I changed my mind. Let’s make a baby.”

“This tea is a fertility blend. Should I drink it, tonight?”

“I’ll wear that lingerie you’ve been eyeing, but only if you put a baby in me.”

“Are you sure about this? I know I said I want a baby, but only if you’re sure.”

“I’ve always wanted to know what if felt like to be pregnant.”

Send 💋 to kiss my muse!

Un pequeño beso, pequeñas caricias y brillantes ojos mirándole. Era extraño, nunca había sentido algo similar a esto. 

Debilidad por alguien. 

- Buenos días, Sol -  dijo suavemente antes de bostezar - ¿Tienes algo que hacer o nos podemos quedar más rato así? - 

“Buenos días, mi luna” él respondió con una enorme sonrisa al despertar junto a él. En sus brazos, con sus cuerpos aún tan juntos uno del otro, Garret percibía una adormilante calidez que no estaba dispuesto a soltar tan rápidamente, así que negó con la cabeza “Hoy es domingo, así que soy todo tuyo…” le murmuró, acariciando su rostro con ternura, la misma que él sintió cuando fue llamado por el apodo que se habían dado a cada uno. Tal vez eran cursis para muchos, pero para Garret, cuando Nic lo llamaba de esa forma con un amor tan palpable en su voz, no podía sino derretirse ante ello y dejar de pensar en cualquier otra cosa.

De aquel pensamiento, su corazón se agitó un poquito más y se inclinó para besarle de nuevo con dulzura.

Se relajó al escuchar que si se quedaría, estirándose antes de abrazarlo, llenando de besos su frente. Odiaba y amaba este día, se hacía tan corto que apenas podía disfrutar estar con su amado.