L | 26 | They/ThemOccasional writer, avid piner.[often suggestive leaning/NSFW centric | MINORS DNI]
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Latest Posts by lemonsaccharinespice - Page 6
A priest jerking themself off feverishly while suckling and mouthing their crucifix. Clutching the rosary around their neck and begging for God to save them, which soon turns into begging for God to let them cum…
hopping on the medic chest train, i think they’re a really erogenous zone for him and his nipples are especially sensitive. like, “brush the pad of your thumb over one of his nips and he’ll blush and jump like you poked him with a live wire” sensitive
i wanna pierce his nips just to watch him squirm and yelp. and then after they’re healed i’ll lick and suck and nibble them to make his breath hitch as he barely holds back a whimper
mmpp
Thinking about pinching his nipples a little and press my legs against him to hold him down so he can only squirm and whine. And maybe to bite on them to see him jump; where there's marks all over his chest.
Or perhaps the touches are more gentle, feeling his heart race by every second and I tease him for being responsive for something so mild.
Sometimes i receive visions like the oracle of delphi
i love you to the bone
b+w version and crop under the cut !!
They should make maid cafes for people with priest kinks
So everyone talks about praise kink right? But I think there's something to be said for a reassurance kink.
"That's it, you're doing it right, darling, don't worry."
Any guidance through even the simplest of tasks.
"I'm here, I'm not going anywhere."
Feeling weight, like a hand resting on a shoulder or thigh.
Making eye contact and getting a smile and nod back that says, you're doing great, keep going.
Being hushed or swayed while receiving back rubs.
Being fully surrounded by their body while they say, "it's okay now, I'm here, you're safe."
Touch
His hold deliberately lingers and presses just firm enough for me to register the weight of them, to take in just how big his hands are against me. His movement is slow, teasing, as he trails one hand down my hips while the other comes to cradle my cheek. It's impossible to hide the flush that rushes to my face as I almost bury myself in his touch, something he's quick to catch.
"Don't hide from me."
A plea and a command all at once. He can feel the sheepish smile that comes to me as I turn my gaze back to his. The flush is quick to grow deeper as I feel his thumb brush against my cheek with a rumbling hum of pride.
"So pretty for me."
The rumble of his voice alone is already enough to leave me blushing, but with the weight of his praise and touch added to it, it's enough to leave me completely breathless and he knows it. I can feel his breath against my skin as I let myself fall into his touch, can feel the marvel in his eyes and fingers as he holds me.
"Meine Liebe."
The kiss he presses to my lips is as slow and teasing as the weight of his hands against me, carrying a hunger all the same that's quick to leave me sinking against him. I can feel how he grins against me as I moan against his touch, the hand on my hip trailing to massage my thigh as he deepens the kiss.
The cradle of his hand against my cheek shifts when we part, his thumb gently brushing against my mouth as our temples press. I can feel him press against my bottom lip, something quicker to pull a breath of a gasp and a plea for him out of me quicker than either of us seem to anticipate it. I can feel the stutter of his breath held to him like this, before the proud rumble of a laugh that pours from him is quick to make the flush deeper.
Gradually, he shifts the hold of his hand to press the tip of his index finger to my lips, goosebumps quick to rise to my skin from the weight of this alone against me. I nearly plead for him again before my words are quick to fade to a moan as I feel him press himself past the first knuckle inside my mouth. He's careful, weighing, yet teasing all the same as he basks in the warmth of my mouth before I feel the tip of another finger pressed to my lips.
I can't muffle the moan that leaves me as I shift to take more of him, nearly keening at the shuddering gasp of a moan that leaves him at the sight of me. I can feel the hand on my thigh kneading deeper, firmer as he practically purrs against me. His fingers press themselves deeper into my mouth, thrusting at a pace both languid yet teasing.
"You take me so well, liebling."
The whimper in his voice is quick to pull another keen from me, quick to leave me chasing more of his touch. God, I'm already bucking against him from this alone...I can catch how hard he is against me like this, something quick to leave me closer to the edge before I feel his lips press to the skin of my neck, as he murmurs another praise that completely leaves me sinking.
"So gut für mich, meine Liebe."
need to suck him off until he’s whimpering and seeing stars if i’m being perfectly honest
Love when I'm fucking a cute bitch and they start moaning oh god as I fuck a load into them
Like mmhm, that's me sweetheart— you praying and begging for me to go even rougher? Praying for more of me inside you, little dove~?
GOD. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I find myself wanting to be just almost teasingly, indulgently tender for him. I want to kiss along his neck and jaw while I stroke his cock, want to murmur praise that almost feels like such wonderful sin pressed against his skin. Maybe I bring him to sink further against the crook of my neck as the pace of my hand grows, maybe I ride him slowly with my temple pressed to his and my hand over his heart, but I want him to feel the true weight of devotion in every ounce of worship I shower upon him, to feel the sheer warmth and strength of sanctuary as he cums for me.
AND ALSO. Sometimes I think about Fritz Ludwig and I really want to give him the chance to take his pleasure from me. I need to feel his fingers tug my hair as he loses himself to the pleasure of the warmth of my mouth. I need that man to praise me like something truly sacred all while his pace is something downright unforgiving when he’s inside me. There’s prayers in the lovebites that cover me and worship in every thrust, and oh, I can truly feel the bliss of heaven when he cums inside of me.
anons here are mastering the art of religious erotica with a dash of blasphemy over this one guy and i personally love that for us
Doctors recommend you have two of these a day!
shoves two fingers in your mouth
I’m not looking for absolution,
Because I found myself an old solution.
Imagine lazy morning grinding with your f/o. Both of you are still sleepy but you're grinding against each other holding each other tight. It's full of love of kisses and sweet praise and tired "I love you"'s because you both just want each other so bad.
Bonus points for love bites!
i want to have surgical goresex with medic as much as the next guy but i also want to cuddle him and have slow, sleepy sex while we kiss and giggle at each other
-a-dope-fiend
the best part is that he would absolutely do both. absolutely the kind of a guy to teehee while balls-deep into someone.
Men growling in a low voice during sex? Hot.
But there is just something about fucking a higher pitched "ah ah ah" out of a guy....
EXCUSE ME, my boobs are down here. Look at them when I speak to you. 💢
i don’t give a shit that he’s 6’2 i want him MOANING and WHIMPERING
Need
I need to make out with that man so bad.
Need to give him a kiss both hungry and craving that has a muffled moan of surprise leaving him before he sinks into it, his hands quick to hold along my waist as he pulls me closer to him. That languid form of hunger lingers before I feel his tongue graze against my bottom lip, my hands reaching to bunch his collar as I let him deepen the kiss.
I need to press him to the wall and practically cling to him as I sink deeper into his kiss, a soft grunt of shock leaving him before I hear him groan against my lips. When I tug on his collar I want to unbutton his shirt just enough for his collarbones to poke through, enough for him to feel the chill of the lab against his bare skin in contrast to my warm hands. I want to feel him groan against my lips as my body presses firmer against his in each kiss.
I want to feel his hand trail up my back beneath my shirt, need to feel the mix of a hum and a growl he presses to my neck when I break the kiss with a gasp at his touch, something that only grows when I feel his hands shift to lift me. His pace is brisk as he takes me to the operating table, kiss-bitten lips still brushing against mine as I feel him lay me down against it.
I need to feel him kiss me so fervently the moment my back meets the cool steel, need to feel how he moans and shakes in the haze of pleasure as my hands clutch his open shirt to bring him down with me. Need to finally, finally card my fingers through his hair as he straddles me, hands trailing along my body as I can feel how hard he is this close to him.
I need to feel him gasp and whimper against me when I grind up against him, need to pull a deep, heady moan from him before his lips trail to press kisses and hickeys along my neck, all while I keep rocking against him. Need him to kiss me deeply when he comes back to press to my lips, needy yet weighing, as I’m already breaking the kiss to answer his question with a gasp of “Please. Please, I need you.”
I need to feel how he hums against my lips, grins when he hears how strong my need for him is, need to feel him murmur against my lips that he needs me just as badly before he takes me back in the hunger of his kiss. I need us to lose ourselves to the bliss of the other’s touch, unknowing or uncaring to the fact that someone could walk in at any moment.