Usfw Tw - Blog Posts
⋆｡‧˚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. ❞
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; still accepting if u wanna tango.
@turpitudae said : [ MOUTH ] sender puts their fingers into receivers mouth, for liv.
she doesn't know how to be quiet, a fact that's been reiterated half a million times – in the ring, on the live mics, spoken words coming out of her mouth merely don't know the meaning of the word soft. it's a volume setting she doesn't have, nothing underneath a solid six out of ten, and it's a lesson he's all but learned now. one that insists he has little choice but to give her something else to think about as his teeth work over the sensitive skin of her neck.
one large finger pressed to her lips, and then two, before they're pushed inside and settled onto her tongue – it's almost a subconscious behavior for her to wrap her lips around them more securely, for her tongue to flicker up around them, and for wide blue eyes to beam expectantly, waiting for the praise she longs for.
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; still accepting if u wanna tango.
@sickfcks said : [ EYES ] sender makes receiver look them in the eyes, for jay & lottie.
she feels his hand first, rough pads of his fingertips against the petal soft skin of her jaw – curling around the bone, directing her chin from tucking away into his chest the way she had been. feels the gentle insistence of his action before the low rumble of his voice soothes through her ears, accent almost heavier on his words now that they're alone, now that she's beneath him. even through the pounding of her heart in her ears, she could hear the request – no longer asking, dictating that she look at him.
it was easier said than done, as if it weren't hard enough to merely keep her eyes open – to keep them from rolling back in her head each time he lingers closer to giving them both what they want. but so far he'd only teased, so far . . . jay had set his terms.
wide ocean blue eyes finally land on his face, pulled up from the depths as her hands press manicured nails into his forearms. “better?” she drawls, all honey as her teeth graze against her bottom lip, forcing herself to keep looking at him.
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; accepting.
@sickfcks said : [ OVERSTIMULATED ] sender repeatedly making receiver orgasm for orange & anna .
she should've known by the look in his eyes over dinner, she realizes – that he'd had something up his sleeve, had something planned for them tonight that wasn't their normal routine of crawling into bed to watch a movie. no, this was something else entirely, although their bed was still involved . . . albeit now a mess beneath her trembling body, her thighs pressed to either side of his head, her hands curled into soft blonde hair as his tongue continues to work against her clit.
“james.”
drawled out low and heavy, as if the weight of his name on her lips expands past the amount of energy she has left in her body; it might've, too, given she's lost count of just how many times he's unraveled her here, so sensitive now that it takes little more than a few delicate flicks of his tongue and a shift of his fingers curling against her g-spot to send her panting and pulling at his hair. surely she hadn't earned this – hadn't done anything so lovely to deserve him, and yet . . .
“baby, please, i can't –” can't anything, really, shifting on soaked sheets beneath her body, unable to tell what was sweat and what was her. a tremor through her body as she pulls harder at his hair, willing him to stop for the moment, but it's far too late for that now, another gentle caress of his fingers inside of her and she's falling again, body overtaken by another orgasm that washes over her. head thrown back against pillows once more, his name falling from her lips in a succession of barely audible breaths.
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; accepting.
@br4wl said : [ GRIND ] sender grinds on receivers thigh , for cora and mox .
what was meant to be training for her in ring return had quickly devolved into something else entirely, the makeshift ring she'd begged him for in their garage now no longer in use for her to run the ropes – not when he'd pulled her into the corner and held her there as if both of their lives had depended on it, had pulled her up from her feet just a little to notch her smaller frame against his to give him the friction he'd wanted to grind himself against the bare skin of her thigh. a grumble at first, brushing stray hairs from her face, back of her hand wiping away sweat from her brow in the action as brown eyes focus on his face, pout of her bottom lip as she feels the swollen head of him through his shorts.
“you're not – taking me seriously.”
she says with a huff, trying to retain her level of professionalism, trying to not fall into the delicious trap he's set before her. but it's too easy curl her fingers into the thin fabric of his tank top, to keen up and press her lips against his – all greedy mouth, who needed to train further, anyways?
usfw prompts , less cringy edition ; accepting.
@sickfcks said : [ PUSH ] sender pushes receiver onto bed + reverse , for cora and seth .
his very presence grates at her being, the way he carries himself an affront to her – a sickening display, considering just how very much so he's her type. considering just how much so with every action she should want to find herself running for the hills for only draws her in deeper. red flags were many on both sides, and yet here they were again, seth pushing and prodding at her until the levee broke, and black nails curl around his wrist, digging stiletto points into the flesh as she steadies him with a gaze.
“enough.”
all fun and games until cora got her feelings a little too hurt, a little too much like punk to allow the game to go on for too long before she was tired of his antics and more interested in his actions. warn brown eyes flicker over his shoulder to the large bed, untouched and made pristine – a devilish curl of lips as she loosens her hold on his wrist to plant a rough, forceful shove to his shoulders to send him wheeling back to the mattress. once, twice, three times. until he's flush against the comforter, and cora can toe out of her converse just quick enough to slink on top of him and pin his wrists to either side of his head, pressing her ass down to his groin.
“i'm tired of hearing you talk. do something more productive with your mouth.”
no option given, she releases one of his wrists to curl her own hand underneath the scraps of fabric she calls a shirt, peeling it from her frame to toss to the floor, leaning down to press heaving chest closer to him as her hips set a gentle rolling pace against him through their clothes.
