Nsfw Tw - Blog Posts
“Polo’s mothers might be lesbians, but they’re old, ok? They don’t get it. I don’t get it either, to be honest. I’m not going to pretend I’m modern, but– girls don’t dream of having a white wedding with two grooms, you know? It’s not what we were taught. I used to think that people were like two halves trying to make a whole, or like nuts and bolts. All you had to do was find that one piece that fit you perfectly. But Polo and I didn’t really fit together before. Then you showed up…and now we do fit together. You’re the piece we were missing. And, hell, when you find love, it sucks to have to let it go”
Polo/Cayetana/Valerio in Élite’s Season 3
DRIVE-AWAY DOLLS (2024) dir. Ethan Coen
rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom. / frank @weaponid
an echo of the lock snapped shut, no measure of time between a wordless greeting and their bodies tangled together. his mouth was on hers, rougher at the edges, soaked in silence and too much time apart, every hunger of his met with her own. she doesn't ask where he’s been, doesn’t ask what he’s done. his hands could be drenched in saintly blood, and she'd still lick them clean. the couch creaks beneath them, a mess of tangled limbs and desperate friction. she claws at him, at the layers between them. there’s no finesse, no slow unravel. just the brutal honesty of two people who’ve bled together, burned into one another's souls by the tangle of carnage and war.
his hands are always firm, pressing down and claiming curves with a bruising grip. he smells like gunpowder and warmth, like something feral that’s been living in the dark too long, and she breathes him in like he's her only source of life. her shirt caught, torn and bunched at her waist. mouth breaks against his when he drives into her; no warning, no preamble, just every breath knocked from her lungs. ❛ missed you so fucking much. ❜ it burns in her throat, strangled by the raw truth of her words. the weight of him, the feel of him is more familiar than her own reflection. greed of her hips slithered up, thighs wrapped around a wall of muscle. ❛ harder, frank. that can't be it, common. ❜ she tugs a fistful of dark hair, biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to taste copper. something to coax every violent thought in his head to the surface so she can swallow it whole.
LOCATION BASED SMUT PROMPTS
TRANSPORATION
one muse gives the other oral while they drive.
driver uses one hand to finger the other while on a long road trip.
muses join mile high club in an airplane restroom.
in an airplane one muse has to be quiet while the other muse plays with them in their seats.
muses tease each other in the back of a taxi cab on the way home.
while driving home after a date, they get too impatient and pull into a parking lot to have sex.
while driving in the middle of a forest, our muses pull onto the side of the road for sex.
our muses are on a road trip but a thick fog forces them to take a break. they have sex inside the car while waiting for it to clear.
while at the drive in theater, muses participate in foreplay.
while at the drive in theater, muses forego watching the movie to have sex.
revenge sex in someone else’s car.
sex in someone else’s car due to impatience and carelessness.
a quickie while parallel parked on a busy road.
in an empty train car while freighthopping.
in a crowded bus, one muse sitting in the others lap purposefully and subtly grinding to get them worked up.
in a private jet, on the way to a business trip.
in a private jet, on the way to a vacation spot.
one muse masturbates while the other drives.
driver instructs the passenger to touch themselves through guided masturbation.
while one muse drives, they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves.
NATURE
sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic.
one muse holding the other up against a tree.
in a cabin in the middle of a rainstorm late at night.
in a cabin in the middle of a heavy snowstorm during the day.
in the bed of a truck in front of hiking trails.
in the bed of a truck while stargazing.
a plateau overlooking the ocean on a cloudy day.
one muse has been napping in a hammock and the other wakes them by beginning to finger them.
muses get distracted from sunbathing and start to fool around by a poolside or lake.
inside a gazebo while it rains.
a little ways off from a hiking trail, hidden by thick foliage.
mutual masturbation while camping in a tent.
beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard.
between rows in a vineyard.
hidden away in the dead end of a hedge maze.
PUBLIC
in a bar or restaurant, one muse sneaks under table to eat out the other.
in a bar or restaurant, muses discuss in detail what they’re going to do to each other once they get home.
inside the stall of restroom in a bar.
inside a single bathroom of a place of service (restaurant, store, club etc.)
in a hotel room, up against the window overlooking a busy city.
a quickie in a diner restroom before getting back on the road.
up on a rooftop where no one is supposed to be.
inside one muses’s office.
inside a third party’s office they shouldn’t have access to.
inside an empty church on a weekday.
one muse fondling the other while they’re trying to shop.
foreplay and teasing in the dressing room of a store.
oral performed while hidden in a storage room or closet.
inside an abandoned house.
hushed sex while staying in the guest room of another’s home.
in the middle of a park late at night.
PRIVATE
on the floor, in front of the fireplace to warm up after coming inside from winter storm.
one muse on the bathroom counter while the other stands.
in front of the bathroom mirror so they can watch themselves.
to break in a new house or apartment, boxes scattered about and furniture newly placed.
bent over a table while something bakes in the oven.
on the kitchen counter with half-eaten plates of breakfast forgotten.
one muse spread out across the top of a grand piano, pretty woman style.
rushed and desperate, messy on the couch because they were too impatient to even make it to the bedroom.
one muse riding the other while the tv plays in the background, movie forgotten entirely.
on the balcony in early morning, where neighbors might see, but no one will likely look.
⋆｡‧˚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. ❞
❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞
Sex is cringe. "Hey do you wanna come over and play boners together?" What naked bullshit. They have played us for fools.
Can you confirm or deny the rumor that you're a pillow princess?
"I'm not a pillow princess. Check the back of my head.. this is top hair."
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ZSASZ ft. yennefer
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YENNEFER WAS IMPRESSIVE IN MANY WAYS . if not for oswald , and for the piss-poor bloke that somehow had wandered into yenn’s heart , zsasz wondered if there would’ve been more than admiration in his feelings . But after Oswald - well no one would ever capture the feelings that Oswald brought out of him . But this was quite like being back in Gotham with Liz or Candy or any of the other Zsaszettes . She would’ve fit right in with them , especially the way she could knock back a shot .
He leaned in , listening intently to her vent . It really was a shitty situation , and one where he did not like the other party in the slightest . ❝ I do agree having it out in a public chat is not the smartest move . And I wouldn’t worry about Ciri . I’ve heard the owner of the B&B is quite good at her job , and takes it seriously . She’s safe here . ❞ He took a long drag of his daiquiri . ❝ The sex is a differnet matter , but I certainly know other ways you can get your rocks off if that’s what you need . There’s plenty of available parties in town . ❞
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Yennefer gave a little shrug, mouth in a taut line before taking a sip of her drink. There was no changing the past, and she had to accept what had happened. Undoubtedly, she was more than peeved at what Geralt had done, but she had grown tired of scratching that wound.
“I know Ciri is more than alright on her own. She has always been keen to show that much, and I can't deny after everything she’s been through that she's incapable, but no matter how nice they are at the B&B, she’s not where she belongs. That girl’s stubbornness is killer. My only real job in this place is to make sure she’s alright– something I can do much better when she’s around. She doesn’t understand what it's like to be an adult yet, and… oh it's not worth working myself up over again. I think you know what I mean, though.” After taking a good drink from the little black straw in her glass, she narrowed her eyes at him. “You mean to tell me the entire time I’ve been here there's been orgies going on? I’m only just hearing about this now?”
Yennefer pulled a look that gave the impression of a sad puppy. That would have been good to know when she was brimming with boredom and frustration a few months ago.
wickedpotions:
✧･ﾟ ZSASZ ft. yennefer
ZSASZ REALLY LIKED THE ATMOSPHERE OF THE DROWNED PRINCE . yeah , the white rabbit was really nice too . But he went there if he wanted to bug Stephie and Kitty Kate . If he wanted to relax , to drink , to hang out with people - that wasn’t the place . Which is why whenever he and Yenn met up for drinks , it was at the Drowned Prince . (Also , secretly , he didn’t want to unless the Bats on her yet .)
He had his … well Zsasz didn’t have a signature drink . His motto was the more fruit flavored and the more sugary , the better . So today he was sipping on a daiquiri - strawberry banana because he felt like being annoying . He took a long sip , slowly raising a brow bone at Yennefer . ❝ So . What’s up with the blonde mamoth . ❞
┊ ┊⊱⋅⋅ @bombadills
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Even across spheres, a night out still remained the same at its core. It was a little comfort to be able to maintain some semblance of normalcy when she was in the midst of an emotional crisis, and Yennefer was thankful for it. She was thankful for the improvement in alcohol quality as well. Back home, nearly anything you could reasonably get your hands on tasted like swill compared to the things these Earth bartenders could whip up. Yennefer favored something in the middle of the sweetness scale, but she wasn’t opposed to using her roots to her advantage (aka pounding back shots of high ABV liquors to prove annoying men wrong).
It was nice to finally have a friend here. She hadn’t expected it to be Zsasz, but he was interesting company, and they seemed to click in a weird inexplicable way. They had a little routine by now. When one of them needed it, they would call for a night out, and drink until they had solved the problem or got cut off from ordering. The latest topic was the whole Geralt Thing.
Sighing at his question, and taking a sip of something called an amaretto sour (she was determined to try all of the most popular Earth cocktails at least once), Yennefer shook her head slightly, “I have no idea... I’m bored of this whole thing if I’m being honest. I think we’re going to be alright in the end. I just hate that it all went on so publicly. I mean-- If we were back home we would have sorted this out forever ago, and I wouldn't have to worry about Ciri being out of the house on some foolish power display to show she still has some semblance of control despite us, and I would actually be able to have sex. So I’m down three for three here.”
