L | 26 | They/ThemOccasional writer, avid piner.[often suggestive leaning/NSFW centric | MINORS DNI]
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Latest Posts by lemonsaccharinespice - Page 5
can i kiss the tip sorry i meant can i kiss your tip FUCK sorry can I please kiss you on the tip okay shit I mean can I please kiss your tip ffufuck MAY I PLEASE KISS THE TIP please let me kiss the tip
Knock Him Up November
a collection of musings I haven't managed to format into drabbles but I've still been thinking about
yea okay angry sex this, jealous sex that, but what abt giggly sex. what about the excitement and the pure joy in that. where he’s on top of you and kissing you and but it’s difficult for your lips to connect because the both of you are smiling too hard & he pulls back, giving you a breathless laugh and and and i would just like to say, as corny as it sounds, that’s making love right there
i've been staring at this for an hour, does this actually look like medic
pussy so good I start committing medical malpractice
ALSO. Me again. I sent the “I need to ride Fritz Ludwig” ask too but I failed to mention that what sparked that want in the first place was (quietly, I only really noticed this instance after my second rewatch) when we see him wake up at his desk; something about the lighting, the thought of, in another sort of scenario, either you riding him in his chair haloed by the moonlight, or you sitting on top of his desk while he kneels before you and takes you in his mouth.
The BIGGEST thing that sparked the realization was on my first rewatch when I got to the elevator scene. I both am and am not sorry, but genuinely there’s something to the thought of riding him in the elevator that always gets me, the dim flickering light shrouding you.
okay i havent thought of the elevator scene that way but honestly the way he was posing in it...
why did he have to look hot when in distress-
I'm thinking about Fritz again and JUST. Small orgasm denial thought. Just this pent up, stressed, craving thing who already feels a weight of both shame and relief just from having his cock in his hand, but then his thoughts wander to me, and he cannot hide the hitch of his breath as his cock jolts, the shame and want growing stronger.
His other hand covers his face as his pace on his cock grows, barely muffling the way he moans at the thought of my voice, of my hands being the ones to touch him…the hand on his face shifts to his mouth as he curls it into a fist, biting his knuckles after a particularly loud groan pours from his lips, but that barely manages to hide the whimpers that pour from him as he's fully pumping himself now, breath heavy as my name leaves him like a prayer--
His hand stops suddenly, stealing the air from his lungs as it firmly squeezes at the base of his cock. A hot sense of shame washes over him, hands shaking as he tries to brace himself to gather what little breath he can. Maybe he just barely manages to gather himself, drags himself to bed even as he can't quite quell the rapid thrum of his heartbeat, closing his eyes and feeling himself sink into a sense of want he's hesitating to fully let himself reach towards as his thoughts return to me.
me when the guilt coincides with the pent-up desire and as the guilt increase, so does the desire and need:
*unzipping your pants* so like do you think the universe crafted your soul to merge with mine? *pulls them down* like do you think you’re made to inevitable be mine? *looks up at you with my mouth full* hm?
people always talk about makeup sex and angry sex but how about comfort sex? just holding one hands while they kiss you softly all over your body. every kiss partnered with sweet praise and compliments. gentle bites on your thighs. each touch is just so soft against your skin as though you were an angel that had fallen just for them.
Jesus christ, I wish to just one day be this pinnacle of wit, horniness, and sacrilege.
(Suggestive/NSFW)
Medic shitpost special đź’‰
thinking about having my body worshipped by by a priest, cooing in my ear as he fucks me, telling me how divine I am, how god must truly have made me in his image because he’s never seen anything as holy and godlike as me before
I need to ride Fritz Ludwig so bad.
Just. Something about the image of me haloed by whatever light there may be as I straddle him, how I can feel the way his cock pulses inside me as he looks up at me with a gaze of pure worship. That light almost seeming brighter, warmer, as he takes me into an impassioned kiss and his hands on my hips come to encourage me to bounce on his cock.
Oh the halo imagery got me acting unwise
hey. sorry for calling you "my subject" at your family dinner. i'm not sure if i meant it in a princess way or a scientist way but either way it was definitely a sex thing for me
okayyyy but laying your head on their chest or shoulder as they lean back against the headboard of the bed and just watching them touch themself,,,, perhaps not being allowed to touch them or perhaps helping them out...
[proship/"fiction doesn't affect reality" crowd please kindly leave this post alone, thank youđź‘Ť]
Can I please massage your boobs? I'll treat them so well, I promise. I'll be gentle. I know they're sensitive. I'll kiss them, maybe I'll pinch your nipples to make them harder, you'll whimper... I'll suck your nipples and you'll put your hands in my head, pushing me lower because we both now I'm just getting started.
dick so good you can't make eye contact with him the next day without getting flustered
Work sketch I made while listening to Gman's distorted trumpets for several hours on loop
This too.
I love being a soft dom. Like yes, I'll cover him in bruises and bite marks and fuck him til he cries, but I'll also make sure to tell him how cute he looks and how much I love him while I do it.
saying “i need you” when they’re inside me so they pull me tighter and they answer “i know baby, i’m right here, you got me”