WINDORA: Frustration

"I have to go, Red."

The rich voice of Lux's lover echoed through the bedroom. She met a handsome man at a gala, a brunette with green eyes, who promised her a fantastic night. At first skeptical, the redhead decided to give him a chance because he assured the vampire that he would deliver on his promises. His kisses were nice, not enough to make her legs wobble, but still nice. Unfortunately, everything else that came from that man's mouth was nothing but empty words that left a bitter taste in her mouth.  She rolled on her side and watched the splendid man slip into his vest.  He waved at Lux and walked out of the bedroom. How could one boast so much about being an excellent lover only to be a disappointment in bed? He didn't have stamina; he couldn't even give her ten minutes! He couldn't make it last longer with the use of his fingers and mouth on her! She realized that despite his decent size, he didn't know what to do with his length. Didn't know how to use it, didn't know how to make her feel him. No! All she had was a two-minute man who at least knew where to thrust his cock but didn't know anything else. How could he boast about being an excellent lover? How could he dare?  

"It's fine.... Leave!" -She groaned and rolled on her back. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, and she put her hand on her belly.-

What a dread this month had been for her! No matter who she picked, she ended up with either boring and not involved in their lovemaking, or eager but unable to keep up with her. One went limp from the moment she asked for them to go harder. Another apologized because he couldn't bring himself to spank her ass. All the beautiful women she pulled were either very timid or unwilling to switch. Neither of them was able to bring her over the edge. She did not cum. Not once! That frustration started to build up inside her, and her mind started to be plagued with the face of Jake when she had sex. When she made them grunt and groan, it was Jake's voice she heard. When they said "Madam", she remembered his face when he gave in to her. When they came hard - She made it a point to always make them cum-, she imagined that their slick was Jake's but always was she forced back to reality when she tasted their blood. None of them were Jake's. None of them made her lose her mind and crave their taste. Enough! Enough! 

"Fucking hell! Puppy! What did you do to me? "

She groaned loudly and hit the mattress with her fist. Before Jake, she wouldn't have complained about the lack of good sex in this century. She had resigned herself to enduring this sexual purgatory. Since meeting Jake, it became harder for her to pretend that she didn't care. She wanted more, and the frustration in her loins was too big to ignore this time.  The redhead scrunched her face up, grumpy as she was about the ordeal of the night. The vampire spread her legs, and her hand nonchalantly traveled down her soft belly and brushed over her folds. She bit her bottom lip, and her fingers explored her wet, puffy folds. She loved the sensation of her engorged lips and poking clit against her firm and small fingers. She loved the sensation of her soft, velvety little lips and shivered at her own touch. Lux's pussy was beautiful, smooth and puffy, with pink little lips and a tight little entrance.  A true lover, a genuine pussy connoisseur would have loved it properly. A true lover, like Jake, would have licked it; his large, raspy tongue would have lapped up her juices. Unf.. Jake's big tongue. The thought made her quiver and moan. 

Lux's fingers mimicked Jake's tongue. She spread her soaked lips with practiced pressure, her middle finger sliding up and down her slit, pressing a little harder on her clit. It made her draw in a breath as she imagined her big burly man eagerly attending to her eager and wet pussy. She remembered how good it felt when he fucked her with his tongue, when he lavished her pussy with his affection and licked her slick off of her. The thought made her groan, and she curled her toes. Her thighs pressed against her hand, but she forced them back open. "Keep those legs open, Lux...Keep them open for Jake." She was panting, her fingers resumed rubbing her folds for a moment before she slapped her wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet already! So messy! For what? For Jake?" She blushed and removed her hand from her folds. No! No!.. She wasn't seriously masturbating like that because of that human? She wouldn't meet him again! How could his face be the one she thought of when jerking off? Why was he back in her mind? Raaah! Frustrated and flustered, it made her hiss and her fangs protruded again.  She couldn't stop, not when she was hot and bothered like that! Not when she needed to cum as hard as she was. 

So the vampire hissed and rolled on her front. She groaned and slowly propped herself up on her knees.  She arched her back, so her ass would be up and spread her legs to have access to her pussy. Then, once settled, the redhead resumed using her hands on her pussy. She imagined Jake kneeling behind her, rubbing his fat cock through her folds. His hands grabbed her waist, his fingers digging harder into her soft flesh with the intent to bruise her. Lux whimpered; the overstimulation of her soft folds and entrance was driving her crazy. She imagined Jake's fat precum-beaded crown going through her folds, brushing against her sensitive clit and making her legs wobble at that touch. She wanted that cock inside her. She needed him to stretch her tight little cunt with his fat and heavy dick. She knew he would want her to lose her mind on him, to beg for his cock, to beg for him to ruin her like only he could. She could feel it, the way her pussy was quivering, pulsating against nothing as it needed to be filled.  "Fucking clenching around nothing! Raaaah!!! I fucking need Jake! I need him! His big cock, I need it inside me." She moaned, eyes closed, some of her hair almost preventing her from breathing properly as it spilled onto her face. 

She imagined him just rubbing against her, the same way she was rubbing her own slit. She could feel her puffy lips begging for more. She could feel her slickness soak her fingers and run down her thigh. She didn't stop teasing her folds, rubbing her clit as she imagined Jake do it for her. Lux shifted her position. slightly leaned on her right shoulder, and slid her right hand between her legs while her left arm was free to move as she pleased. She used it to spank her bubbly ass and felt it jiggle with force. It made her groan and she spanked her ass again, turning her cheek redder. "Fuck! Jake! I love when your big hand spank my ass like that. I love it when you own it. When you own that big ass of mine. When you sink your fucking fingers into it and make me fucking feel you! Haaaannn!!! Haaaan!! I need it. I need you!" She yelled, rubbing herself faster. Her feet hit the mattress, one after the other, but she was relentless in her actions. She kept playing with her pussy, rubbing her folds fast and hard and pushing on her clit with each passing of her hand. Her first orgasm hit her lightly.  She soaked her hand with her squirt and rolled her eyes further into her skull. It felt so good! It made her shake and fall flat on her stomach.  She rolled on her back and ran her soaked hand up to her breasts. She rested her hand there, panting and staring at the ceiling. 

How did he do it? How did Jake do it to make her crave his touch? She met him once! Only once and already no other lover made her pussy quiver like that. She imagined Jake at the edge of the bed, staring at her with his big, lovely grin on his face. He was handsome, warm... Sunny! His warmth was something she was missing. His strong arm wrapped around her frame, his warm breath against her neck, and his kisses. She was missing his kisses. Lux could feel tears well up at the corner of her eyes, and she knew that it was because she was missing Jake. Yes! Missing! Not just craving but missing that human. Her special human.  Still, as her chest heaved up and down, she felt another shiver go down her spine. She wasn't done yet. She wanted more. Her soaked hand, now cold from her juices, slowly traveled back between her legs. She resumed rubbing herself, still sensitive but still wet. "Look at you, Lux, still fucking wet for Jake. Still fucking needy for him! You want that, don't you? You want that big fat cock to spread your lips and fill you up, don't you? Haaan... You want to become his little cocksleeve again, don't you?" She nodded, responding to her own questions while her other hand squeezed her breast. She whimpered, her legs wide open as she imagined Jake on top of her now. 

"You fucking vampire slut! Look at you begging for that big human cock!" -She groaned, suddenly slipping three fingers inside her to mimick the sudden thrust of Jake's cock inside her.-

The stretch was brutal, not quite the same as when it was Jake who did it, but brutal nonetheless. It was the kind of stretch that left no room to think, no room to fill as her soft velvety walls and lips were tightly hugging his cock. It was the kind of stretch that made her scream his name "Jake! Fuck!". The kind of stretch that made her eyes roll into her skull. She was filled with her fingers, unable to bottom out like his thick cock would. Unable to feel the veins of his cock brush against her walls until she was wide open around his cock, filled, with his heat radiating inside her like he was branding her.  She was unable to feel his hot breath and his grunt at the sensation of her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth. No! Her hands were not enough, and she knew it, but she would do with what she had and fill in the gaps with her memories of Jake. Jake was too much, too big, too intense for her, and yet she still wanted more from him. She was craving the way he fucked her, intense, hard..stretched to her limits as he started to pound into her. Jake hands were holding onto her waist, keeping her in place while he was fucking her with a bruising force. He wanted to brand her with his cock, with his cum even. He wanted to make her his, and she welcomed it. In reality her fingers were mercilessly pounding into her, hitting nerves inside her sloppy cunt. The fingers of her left hand were pulling on her nipple as she fingered herself hard. 

The sounds her pussy made, were turning her on. "Split me open, Sir! Split that fucking pussy open! Haaan!! Haaan!! I don't want to think anymore!" She groaned. The room was now hot, and the air was thick with her arousal. It was smelling like sex -at long last!-, like sweat and the wet sounds of her pussy being fingered by the vampire was driving her crazy. Her long, pointy ears fluttered, and she bucked her hips, eager to meet her hand. She imagined Jake going faster, his hands moving from her waist to her thighs. She imagined him pressing his whole weight onto her, locking her in a position she couldn't escape from. Lux imagined him pinning her to the mattress, taking the vampire in that "mating press" position that elicited moans and whimpers from her. Her toes curled, in real life she was assuming the same position, her pussy spread open, her fingers squeezed tightly by her walls. Her left hand released her nipple, and she wrapped her left arm around her leg, so her fingers could spread her big lips to help her finger herself more. It was so lewd, so hot, to almost be folded like a pretzel in an attempt to make herself cum while she couldn't help but think of Jake and his big brutish hands putting her in whatever position he wanted to. She wanted to feel stuffed, so she added a fourth finger. 

That one made her whimper loudly, and she could only pump the four of them a couple of times before she pulled the fourth one away. "Too fucking tight!" She fake-complained. Her toes curled. "But you're made for Jake's cock! You're made for him, like the perfect little cocksleeve you are! Fuck!!! Shit! Sir! Shit! Fuck me like that!" She suddenly pulled her hands off of her slit to slap her puffy lips. "You're so needy! so fucking needy, Lux! Haaaann! You want that fat cock! You want it to stretch you open and seal you shut! You want him deep inside you! Haaaan!! Yes! Yes! Yes I fucking want it!" She ran that juice-soaked hand through her red hair and put it back on her pussy. She was hot, her cheeks were red, and her face was messed up. She was on the edge and could feel her whole body shaking. It was only a matter of minutes now, given the familiar knot in her loins, Lux knew she was about to cum.  So her fingers spread open her pussy. "Come back in... Please.. Please Jake! Fill me up again! Fill me--Aaaahhh!" She screamed again as two fingers slid back into her tight cunt. She quickly added the first one and resumed pumping in and out of her warm hole. Lux was delirious by now; she was still imagining kissing Jake, their tongues dancing together while he was taking her hard and fast.  She kept the hard and fast pace, before her imagination had Jake break the kiss and press his face against her shoulder. he kissed her skin there, and his shoulder pressed against her mouth. She couldn't handle it.. No! She couldn't! She had to bite him. She had to drink his blood while he was deep inside her. The memory of that blood hit her back. 

It was too much for her. Too much to handle and she squirted her juices on her hand, the sheets, her thighs..  She pulled her hand from her cunt and held onto the sheets she ended up tearing off.  Her body squirmed, and Lux cried those bloody tears. She cursed and rolled on her side. She cursed again and hit the mattress. Fuck! She was both happy and angry because the real Jake wasn't there. How could he be far away from her? Why did she /care/ about him?  Lux felt vulnerable, empty, and needy. She needed Jake. Those people she fucked in between had nothing on Jake. They frustrated her so much because they weren't Jake. They couldn't give her what he did. They couldn't fuck her like he did. What was the point in seeing other people if they all brought Jake back to the forefront of her mind? She noticed she had drooled as it was now soaking the sheet pressed to her cheek. She enjoyed herself and still felt the electric shock in her spine as well as a growing frustration. She couldn't come back to him. He wouldn't want to see her again. She wouldn't want to find him again -Lie! fucking Lie-. What a shame! What a fucking shame! 

-TBC-

Trivia and headcanon: Lux: Sex// Anger// addiction and coping mechanism

Sex: Lux enjoys sex. She is very in touch with her sexuality and would never shy away from it. She loves exploring it and has been for the past 2000 years. She knows what she wants and what she hates, and would always seek pleasure wherever it is. Unfortunately for the vampire, the 20th century has been dry. She encountered really bad lovers who left a sour taste in her mouth. She is yearning for someone who can break her spirit and make her feel pleasure like she never had before. She wants to be manhandled and to turn her partner into her private fuck toy. Jake seems to be the perfect candidate for it, and she knows she will have fun with him. Perhaps he can match her freak. Perhaps he can make her lose her mind and give her the fucking that would turn her into a needy slut. 

Anger: Lux can control her anger. She has to when she navigates the vampire high society. Her anger bubbles to the surface, and only a keen eye could actually notice it. Usually, when she's angry, she would bare her fangs,  her tail would wag violently, and she would become violent. You better not be in her way because she would obliterate you. Only a few people can calm her down. Her father, her brother, and Jake.

Addiction and Coping Mechanism:  Lux is addicted to blood. Obviously, she's a vampire, so of course, she would be addicted to blood. She's very sensitive when it comes to its taste and can tell the difference between good blood and bad blood. Jake's blood is exquisite, so she is clearly addicted to it.  She's also addicted to his cum, to his taste, to everything about Jake. She's addicted to him. Through and through. 

When she's under stress, she tries to drown those feelings with alcohol or a fight. If it doesn't work, she would have sex, and if it doesn't work, she would go on a killing spree or just fight. 

Got (modern) : The blue nightgown

Jaime saw Bäahal walk around in that beautiful tight little blue nightgown and it caught his attention. Nakedness was beautiful but it was a natural state for the two of them. A naked body was just that, a naked body. But when the said body had an inviting attitude, then it became a promise. It wasn't just about being attractive to the eye, it was about anticipating the moment they would become one. Yet, the Lannister would always have a little preference for the garbs she would put on, to excite his imagination. He, for lack of proper terms, was a sucker for beautiful nightgowns, especially when they were made of lace, satin, and ribbons. He enjoyed the softness of the fabric. He adored how it hugged her curves so effortlessly and on top of it all, Jaime Lannister loved when Bäahal Targaryen kept them on while they were having sex.

It might have something to do with the different textures he had to play with. Her skin, the lace, her skin, the satin, her skin the ribbons. It might also have something to do with her being half-dressed as if they were in a hurry and couldn't wait to taste each other. As if she was a present he half-opened because he was way too excited. It complimented her figure, the colors were vibrant and explosive.. sending his senses overdrive. Jaime didn't know, but he couldn't contain himself when she was flaunting her nightgown-clad body at him as if nothing was happening.

That morning she woke up early, brushed her teeth, put her nightgown on, and started to make breakfast for the two of them. It was her turn to surprise him with breakfast in bed. It didn't happen because Jaime felt the shift of weight in the bed and woke up to an empty room. He scratched his chest and quietly went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he went to the kitchen. He found her singing and swinging her nice plump ass to the rhythm. It felt right and nice for a Sunday morning so he stared at her with a grin on his lips. His girlfriend didn't notice him for she was way too deep into the rhythm but she didn't squeal when he went behind her and grabbed her waist. Instead, the silver head kept dancing and pushed against his hands to invite him.

Jaime grinned and danced along with her, pressing his morning wood right in between her plump rear, eliciting a groan from her. It didn't stop Bäahal from dancing and cooking for them both. Toasts with scrambled eggs were on their way. He kissed the crook of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. His hands were still on her waist and gently hitched her nightgown up, to expose her bare rear and have her feel better his raging erection. Bäahal pretended not to feel anything and kept cooking until he started to nibble on her neck. His hands gently roamed over her frame, feeling her taut belly, and her soft arms, and his lips covered her soft skin with kisses. It tickled a bit so she chuckled and then turned her face, along with her body to face him.

« You are a very very bad boy Mr. Lannister. I am cooking, do you want me to ruin our scrambled eggs? »

« Mmhhh I don't care about the eggs. You look delicious in this nightgown. » He grinned at her and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, while she kept her hands on his cheeks.

« I don't know Mr. Lannister... Maybe you could show me how much you like that nightgown? »

She teased him. Her voice was low and raspy and he knew that she was in the same mood that he was. Carelessly, he ignored the scrambled eggs and took her to the dinner table where he had her sit and deeply kissed her while his hands were busy hitching her gown up to her waist. She grinned and pulled his flannel pants down to his thighs, letting his hard cock spring free. Jaime caught the gleam in her eye and grinned as she quietly grabbed his cock, already wet with his precum, and stroked it a bit while staring at his emerald eyes. He pulled away from their kiss and grunted in anticipation.

« Do you want me to show you right now? »

She nodded quietly and guided him within her petite core. As he felt her folds gently open and engulf his cock, Jaime groaned and shut his eyes tight. She felt so good that if he didn't know better he wouldn't be able to last any longer but he did know better so he breathed hard and looked up at her beautiful face. Bäahal was playful this morning, so welcoming and so loving. Her warmth literally engulfed him and overwhelmed the knight. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed her further onto his cock while his other hand held onto the table to keep his balance. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her frame.

It was a morning session, one that didn't have the emergence of the night. One that could last forever or never finish at all. They weren't looking for the finish line for they already reached it the night before. No, this morning, he simply wanted to greet her the proper way, the only way he knew would combine their bodies and souls. He wanted to be one with her and bask in the glory of the moment. Jaime relished her warmth and wetness. He relished the constricting muscles around his hard veiny cock. He enjoyed her soft moans as she wrapped her hands around his buttocks and was the one moving his hips to set up a pace. He let her go and have her fun while his lips would devour her. He took the time to taste his girl, remind himself why he couldn't get enough of her, of her spicy skin and loving smile.

« My Golden Lion...... You feel so good. » She allowed herself to say in a half-breathed voice.

She was so taken by the moment that she didn't realize her eggs were burning. The scent and smoke didn't bother them, they barely noticed the fire coming from the pan as she kept pushing him inside of her at a steady pace. It only was when all of a sudden the anti-fire system started to work (and therefore they were drenched in water) that Bäahal and Jaime realized that the breakfast was ruined and their kitchen along with it. The Targaryen started to laugh, thinking the situation was rather funny, and she wrapped her arms around her lover's shoulders.

« Ahahahah This is too much! I told you I was cooking and here you come distracting me with your big dick. »

« I...I didn't do that. What are you talking about? » He heartily laughed along with her and gently pulled away as the situation required their attention. Bäahal let him go and crossed her legs as she witnessed the disaster their kitchen became.

« I guess we'll have to go outside if we want to have breakfast. » She said while getting a little bit more decent.

Both were soaked with water but as the fire stopped, so did the emergency system. She smiled at him and jumped off of the table so she could kiss him and walk out of the kitchen. « I'm going to take a shower, maybe you could join me? » She offered.

What else could he say but « yes? » He followed her to the bathroom with his head full of unfinished stories and his cock still full of promises. 

Sort of.

TB (smut): Missing him

How long had it been since Sara saw her baby? A month? more? She didn't know! It already was too much. Sara was finally enjoying some downtime between the preparations for her next national tour. It had been such a long time since she could sit back and relax and she started to become irritated. Usually, when she was like that, Sara always managed to find a way to unwind. She would eagerly await the evening to spend time with Homelander and the two of them would "connect" in a way that only they knew.  She needed sex, that was very obvious. She needed it and he was /not/ available to help her, so it was really bothering her not to be able to have her baby and not to be able to be railed roughly.  So she allowed her imagination to run wild. Alone in her office locked twice, Sara had pulled her skirt up and buttoned down her shirt to her sternum. 

Her fantasy started with a kiss on her delicate neck after he had pushed away some black strands. She smelled good, as usual. She smelled like fresh roses. Her scent usually drove The Homelander crazy and he couldn’t help but bite slightly at her neck. As he grazed his fangs on her skin and savored the sweet taste of her skin, he became interested in going further down. She was sat on a leather chair, pressed against it and he quickly knelt in front of her. His azure eyes were staring at her black orbs and he grinned widely, baring his fangs at her and smirking seductively.  in her fantasy, Sara was reading a book and put it aside to focus her attention on him. His voice was thick with arousal and she understood that he didn’t want to talk about her books with her. He bent forward to kiss her but she put her hand in between them to stop him. She wanted to frustrate him some and make him groan so she pushed his face away and nipped at her bottom lip.

“No John, not your way...”

“Fine! What do you want then?”

He was curious, she was playful. She knew he wanted to pounce on her, possess her like a wild mammal to fulfill his need but she had other plans in mind. She wanted to first lose her mind. Usually when he was almost driven crazy but his natural urges, she would let him undress her and ensure she was wet enough for him before he took her. Sara could easily be turned on, and that night was not any different. from the moment she saw his face, she was starting to get turned on. yet,  that night, she wanted to be pampered first. Both of them had been mentally exhausted and frustrated. The boys were wreaking havoc and becoming more of a threat than ever. There had been a whole debacle with Soldier Boy and everything ended up making Sara worried for Homelander. It ended up stressing the fuck out of him too which was the perfect reason for both of them to get together and unwind.

She grinned and pointed with her forefinger down below, to her navel, then a bit further down. Her mischievous gaze met his curious one. He understood what she wanted and slowly started to tear her tank top. He let her feel the cold gloves against her boiling-hot skin, which made her arch her back and shiver slightly. He was between her legs, which since she was in a chair, were naturally spread on each of his sides. He pushed open the fabric so he could have a better view of her lush breasts. His eyes were flashing red light as his excitement with over the top, for he was less and less in total control of his instincts. That tiny little red line he could so easily cross was the only thing that prevented him from lasering her out. He still had control, of course! and anyone else would have been scared but not Sara.  

She was turned on even more because she knew how much control he needed right now and how hard he was fighting against the urge to simply take her right here and right there. Her request, at such a moment, was a new challenge for him and she could see, the veins on his arms and neck. Her breath was sharp but she held his blue gaze, to see his very reactions to whatever she might be doing next. He was watching indeed, breathing on her warm inner thigh. Sara rolled her hips and cupped her supple breasts,

“Go on baby..” She breathlessly commanded as she started to knead her large bosom. He watched intently but obeyed her command,  he used his hands to push her skirt down her legs. It was painfully slow so she could hear the screeching sound of the pushed fabric. She helped him as she moved her hips upwards so he could remove quickly the fabric as well as her ruined wet panties. Sara smiled at him and curbed a brow as Homelander moistened his lips and wrapped his muscular arms around her toned and thick legs, ready to oblige her request. The scent alone was driving him crazy and he knew that the moment he would venture his tongue down there, the moment he would lose control of himself.

But could he be blamed?

Sara rolled her head as her fantasy took off and she could feel shivers go down her spine. She loved the idea of her Homelander eating her out. She moaned out as her fingers replaced his tongue in reality. She rubbed her folds, felt her wetness coat her fingers, and made it easier for her to slide her fingers in and out of her tight little core. She could feel her toes curl as she went faster inside her hot pussy. She could almost feel as if he was there as if his tongue was tasting her and visiting every crease and crevice inside her warm hot little cunt. Oh, how she wished he was there. How she wished he could fill her up.  

She wanted to hear him talk to her, to hear him speak crudely to her ear. She wanted to feel him stretch her little cunt with his tongue, to make her moan his name, which she did as if he was the one making her quiver and lose control. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and she closed her legs around her hand. She needed Homelander. She needed him so bad that even though she managed to bring herself to completion. it wasn't the same as if it was him. As she came hard, soaking her chair and her legs with her warm essence. She gasped and shook, her mouth unable to stay close as she needed to moan loudly. Her hand ran through her hair and face. She tasted herself, licking her fingers with eagerness until she finally leaned back into her chair. She was missing her boyfriend and she needed to reach out to him. So she grabbed her phone and tried to call him in hopes he would answer and they could meet again. 

Would he answer? 

TB: "Feverish dream"

You have a way to make me lose my mind, to push me to my limits until I break and forget everything but your name.  You match my energy, you understand my every need, and you make my head hot white. Oh! so hot. 

You have a way to make my body writhe, to make me anticipate your next move, to make me beg for you, to make me ask for it. Your hands on my body, your lips on my skin,  your length inside me. You make me ask for it, you make me work for it, you make me be your good girl and I love every minute of it. 

You have a way to make me crave for more, to make me crawl before you moments after you're done with me. You have a way of making me forget how many times we've been at it because I can't get enough of you.

We are truly made for each other, I knew it from the first time we fucked. I knew it from the first time we kissed. I knew it from the first time you hugged me. We are truly made for each other because once you strip us of every layer we cover ourselves with, there are only two people who understand each other. There are Sara and John. There are just you and me. Two people who finally found family. Two people who love each other.

headcanon: sex

B: Bäahal: welp! She knows her stuff around sex. She’s mastered the art of pleasing a man but has never actually felt true pleasure before. The body felt good, but the soul never did -until she connected with Jaime- Jaime turned sex into more than just bodies bumping into each other. Jaime taught her how to make love, how to enjoy a true communion of body, heart, and soul, and turned this experience into something bigger, better, and grandiose. Bäahal loves sex, she loves it with Jaime, and she is so in touch with her sexuality that she wouldn’t mind sharing a passionate moment with Jaime, letting him know she wants to fuck him, or going and try to get it from him.

M ! W: Mary is touch starved. She had to find sexual gratification on her own. Masturbation helped; magic enhanced it. But a finger isn’t enough, magic isn’t enough, magic doesn’t compensate for another body’s touch, sentences, taste. She was rusty, but Klaus reignited the fire inside her, and had so much fun having sex with him. The witch loves sex, perhaps a lot more than she lets on. She is dedicated to her lover’s pleasure, she has her own set of kinks (ahem, ahem biting, everyone?) and she’s very vocal about what she wants and how she wants it. Sex has meaning for her, she doesn’t have sex with strangers. She only has it with people she has a connection to. Which means that she feels connected to Klaus and she considers him more than just a body to fuck. He is way more than just a body to fuck. He knows it! C’mon.

M: Mary loves sex. It’s something she can’t do without. She knows her body; she knows what she wants and needs. She’s very vocal -but only when she’s teased into letting go of her boundaries-. She knows how to please a man, and she has a strong appetite. Very few men could handle her, but Tommy does. Tommy can. Tommy would. She has a sensitive skin and she’s quite the naughty girl. She doesn’t mind a little kink here and there and would definitely do her best to drive Tommy crazy. For her, sex is a way to communicate with the other and depending on the person she’s having sex with, it could either be self-serving (what happened before) or an actual connection (with Tommy). Her affection, her care, and her love for him are communicated through sex and Tommy would know all the things she wants to say but doesn’t say. She is intense, she is demanding, and she is a tease.

V: Viserys had always used sex as a coping mechanism. They were just bodies he sued to release tension, women he fucked only to feel some superficial company, but he never actually loved it. He never actually cared about them (I mean, he cared about their pleasure and well-being, but he didn’t even remember their names afterward, except for one or two recurring on/off girlfriends with whom he had sex) He enjoys sex. He enjoys the warmth of Kyra’s body, the shape, the curves, and the taste. He loves everything about her, and he actually feels pleasure in doing so. He’s addicted to her, to how she is, to what she loves, and how she sounds. Sex is now more than just a matter of tension release. Sex is now a conversation between the two of them. Sex is a way he uses to show her his love, show her his adoration. It’s his way of saying “I love you.” Without using words to do so.

PB: Ada x Mary: Cheeky

 // A little bit of Ada and a little bit of Mary, perhaps with dashes of Finn. 

Finn had tried all morning to enter Ada's living room, but was barred from entering by his sister. Mary had been giving her a medical examination of her body in order to make sure that everything was alright. Ada had been exhausted lately and had been bleeding a little bit, which concerned her about a potential internal bleeding. Finn couldn't enter, which made him a little upset because he wanted to hear her sing and tease her about his brother. He had to wait outside and decided to spend time with karl. Ada, who was laying on the couch, propped herself on her elbows, blew some air into her hair to set her eye free.

"Mary?" -Mary lifted her head and planted her green eyes on Ada's blue eyes.- "When was the last time you had fucked?" -The question made Mary blush and she chewed at her bottom lip.- "Come on. you can answer me. "

"Why do you wanna know? Is it because I'm looking at your vagina, eh?" -That made Ada laugh and she grinned at the young woman-

"Come on. Don't be a prude. I just want to know if you get your plumbing done." -Mary chuckled and straigthened on the couch. She stood up and walked to the bar counter where a basin of warm water was waiting for her.- "I'm serious Mary. it's important to have sex. it's good for your mood."

"Ada! Thank you for your concern but I am fine." -She said, washing her hands in the basin while Ada pulled her panties back on and sat on the couch. She pulled a cigarette from her bag and lit it.- "you're fine by the way. I didn't see any internal injuries."

"Thank you, Mary. It was nice to come and take a look at me. That's very kind of you."

"Don't mention it. T'was my pleasure to come and help." -Mary dried her hands on the towel that was sitting near the table.- "And to answer your question, the last time I fucked a man was...." -She bit her tongue and cleared her throat. She couldn't say it. 

The last time she had sex was with Tommy. Right after the death of John, Tommy and Mary comforted each other and ended up sleeping together. It meant nothing at the moment but a way to grieve together for the man they both loved but it was the last time she had sex. Before that, well, before that, the last sex she ever had was with her last landlord. Long before the Peaky Blinders took her in and protected her from the London Gangsters, and long before she went to live with Tommy, she fucked her landlords in order to not pay the rent with money. It wasn't always great, and some didn't want to let her take charge of the act, but at least it was quite fast. She liked sex, but it never lasted long enough for her to enjoy it fully and she always ended up frustrated. It took her a while, since she settled at Tommy's countryside house, to get used not to have her bed warmed by the presence of men.  She managed and for a couple years, she managed to stand solitude. 

But then Grace died. Then John died. Then She and Tommy had sex and that awoke her appetite. Ada knew it happened, mostly because she noticed the change in Mary's behaviour. She noticed the change in the way she dressed herself, the fact she was trying to seduce Tommy, the fact she was absolutely seducing Tommy but he didn't want to act on it -for reasons of his own- and it was so painfully obvious that Ada took it upon herself to actually address the situation to his brother. He pretended he didn't hear her, didn't even want to mention Mary's name and tried to keep her out of his business, but she could see the gleam in his eye, the stress on his face he was unable to hide, and it downed on Ada that her older brother actually cared a great deal about Mary. And yes, that also meant that he wanted to have sex with her but refused to do so, again, for reasons that were only his own.

"You can say it. We know you and Tommy fucked each other brains out." -She teased her, blowing some smoke in front of her.- "The only question I have to ask you is... have you done it again?" -Mary shook her head and put both hands on the counter- "And why?"

"Because!! I don't know. Go ask Tommy about it." -She said, turning on her heels and looking at Ada with a blushing face.- "I haven't had sex with him since then."

"But a pretty girl like you must have plenty opportunities for this, right?" -She shrugged- "Come on, you can tell me what's going on, right?"

"I don't sleep with other people. I don't want to. I don't have the need for--"

"Oh come on. Don't act all prude on me. You need it, we need it! if that makes us sluts then we're super sluts and you know it!" -Ada blew some smoke and chuckled at her own words. Mary was blushing so hard that it made Ada laugh. it was all just banter, a way to embarrass the young woman and poke fun at her while actually having a nice girls talk.- "You love sex! Did you forget the conversations we had about it? If you love it, then how can you deal without it, Saint Mary?"

"Don't start, Ada! Don't call me that. I'm not a saint." -Mary fetched herself a glass of gin and walked towards the couch.- 

She sat on it, and yanked her head back so she could look at the ceiling. Ada smiled at her and turned a little bit so she could have a good look at the young woman. As a matter of fact. Ada was probably the last to meet Mary. She had heard about the young woman from Polly -who quickly took a liking in her- and from her brother who mentioned her casually. There was nothing, at first, that could have made Ada think that Tommy might care for Mary more than just a Peaky Blinder's friend, but he was animated when he spoke about her singing. He was animated when he told her what his son had to say about his day with Mary. And she noticed the smile on his face each and everytime someone mentioned the woman. It was subtle, barely visible, but Ada knew her brother and that didn't escape her keen eye. It took her a while before she actually met Mary and judged by herself, but when it happened, she put her to test. She wanted to make sure that she was a genuinely kind person who wouldn't hurt her brother. she wanted to make sure that Tommy wouldn't find himself in a bad relationship with someone who could screw them up like Grace did (despite redeeming herself later). 

Mary was new, Mary seemed genuine and perhaps a little too fragile. That was before she got to know her better, before she realized that Mary was a survivor. She sat in silence, listening to Mary's tales of the Orphanage, the abuse, the torture, the whip scars on her back she showed on more than one occasion during a night out trying outfits. Ada learned about her resilience and the trauma of losing her child, at just 15 years old. Anything could have made her jaded, anything should have made her jaded, yet she was looking at life with a positive mindset. yet, she was caring for others. yet, she didn't want nor try to hurt others and that was a character strength. That was something good. that was something different, perhaps everything Linda wished she was. perhaps everything Lizzie hoped she could be. Perhaps everything her brother needed. Perhaps everything the whole family needed. Someone who was given the chance to truly embrace herself, to allow her tears to be shed, her anger to be released and her love to be expressed. Ada saw her like a sister, the sister she never had. someone younger than her who could actually understand her.

"Then you can answer me truthfully. I can't believe that nobody had tried to have sex with you, or date. Is there someone who wants to become a rival to my brother?" -She asked, lifting a brow while she drew some smoke and blew it away from Mary.

"Your brother is on a league of his own. Besides, why would he have a rival? That would mean Tom and I would be together. we're not. we're not! so there's no "rivalry" possible. However, if you want me to tell you the truth, Ada. I do have admirers. People I don't really care about but I am polite with. I do have them. Some men want to own me, others want to fuck me and I think maybe one or two tried to marry me." -She chuckled and took a sip of whiskey.- "I don't want any of them. I don't care.."

"You care about my brother's cock, don't you?" -Mary gently threw a pillow at Ada who chuckled and blocked it with a slap of her hand- "What?"

"Ada! Stop talking like this! I am not...I care about Tommy and Charles. I care about them a great deal."

"And you would want to have sex with him again, don't you? Come on! you're young! you can't possibly live like a hermit and not enjoy that gorgeous body of yours and the fun of having a great lover. I say... I say that if Tommy doesn't want to fuck you, then you should find someone else."

"What?... You want me to go find someone to just..." -Ada nodded and drew smoke in.- "Come on, Ada. I can't do that, not now. I have to know if Tommy wants me because if he doesn't, then I won't be pining for him. If he doesn't want me, then I would find me a man who would fuck my brains out, to put it like you did." -She grinned and took another sip of her whiskey.- "What is the question you really wanted to ask me, Ada?"

"Well...I just wanted to know if Tommy had reasons to be worried. He might not say it, I know him and I swear he would panic if someone else was around you. If someone was close enough to snatch you away. You bring him calm. You bring him warmth. You bring him things he never thought he could have again and he is too stubborn and stupid to notice just how much of a treasure you are. If he isn't careful, he might lose you to another man who would dare try to woo you and would succeed in doing so. I just wanted to know if Tommy was not losing you, that's all."

"He...." -Ada was very blunt and her words forced Mary to consider her next words. Ada seemed way too confident when it came to her brother'rs intention. She was trying to tell Mary that Tommy wasn't indifferent to her but it couldn't click in the woman's head. it couldn't click that Tommy might have an interest in her and it didn't click that instead of being the one who should be afraid, according to Ada, it was her brother.- "He doesn't even have me. How can he lose what he doesn't have?" -Her tone was bitter and she took her glass to her lips to empty in one big gulp, the rest of her drink.- "He doesn't even want me. Trust me Ada.  He doesn't want me. It's okay. It's okay. Just as I told you. I won't be pining for him to make a move towards me forever. Once I'm sure he doesn't want anything to do with me, then I will let other men court me, love me, fuck me... I'll have that great romp you so desperately want me to have." -She put the glass on her lap and straigthened on the chair. 

"Mary. I don't know what others might think, or say, but to me, you are a Shelby. You are my sister and I care a great deal about you. I care enough to give you a piece of advice. Let loose. Dress up. Look fuckable. He has to see that you could catch someone else's eye and you might just go. And you deserve to have a man who wants you, loves you, protects you. You are /my/ sister and I also want your happiness. Tommy is difficult, he's really difficult and despite all of his claims, he isn't fully dead. He's still there. My brother is still there."

"He is...Maybe not with me, but I know he is. I saw him with Grace. I know how alive he could be. She died, and he suffered from it, but he isn't dead." -She took a deep breath and ran her hand over her curly hair. She bit her bottom lip and crossed her legs.- "Will we have Finn wait eternally for us to be done?"

"Finn? Well. He can wait a little longer now, can he?" -Ada smiled and shifted on the sofa so she could look in front of her. "He really likes you. He keeps being goofy around you, but he certainly loves you a lot."

"We're closer in age. He's like a little brother to me. Do you remember when I was still singing at the bar and he kept trying to imitate me but really badly and on purpose?" -She chuckled and shook her head.- "'He...He is a sweet boy. I know he's eager to become a Peaky Blinder, well he is now, but he is still very sweet."

"And stupider! He takes inconsiderate risks. He'll come to see you so you could patch him up and he will look at you with puppy eyes so you don't snitch on him." -She crossed her arms and leaned into the sofa- "So, if he wants to drag you into his shit, he would have to wait. I want to spend some time with you and we will have it."

Mary didn't insist. She was way too happy with just sitting there and talking to Ada for a while. They didn't see each other that much and aside from Polly and the orphanage nurses -with whom she didn't have deep conversations-, Mary needed some feminine company. They decided to talk about Mary's past, her singing career that never took off, her desire to return to singing at some point and also Ada's evolution as a businesswoman and what it entailed. They talked. They laughed. They bonded. 

-TBC-

MODERN JAIME AND BAAHAL : THE TASTE OF YOU

 

I have never felt like this for anyone before you, unable to keep my mind off of you.

You're in my every thought, in my head when I'm not even trying to think of you.

I have to admit, I miss the taste of you, the way your skin feels against my lips.

I miss the way your skin taste when I start licking and sucking on it, I really do.

I surprise me when I'm alone in my office thinking of you vividly. I remember.

I remember the sound you make when you moan, right after you tasted me.

I remember the sound you make when you thrust into me for the first time.

I can feel your body get hotter as you fill me up, I can feel you throb, I remember.

And always, that makes me touch myself because I miss you. I miss feeling you.

I love when we kiss, when our lips found each other's when you thrust deeper inside.

I love when you push me against the wall and make it hard for me to escape you.

I don't want to, but I love the idea of being pressed between a wall and you. So sexy!

I love when you whisper in my ear as you fuck me, telling me I'm a bad girl,

telling me I'm a tease or calling me your firecracker. It turns me on so much, you do.

Do you have any idea of how much sexy you are to me? How much I want you?

I don't think so. My hands do touch myself, rubbing that wet little cunt for you.

I get lost in my fantasies, wishing that you were the one touching me, fucking me.

I guess that's what's called having a Jaime fever, I like the term. I love missing you.

I love being naughty and playing with my breasts and wet slit thinking it's you.

I love imagining you whisper dirty little things in my ear when you're fucking me.

Haaan... oohhh. ; and the moans become louder, and I go harder inside my cunt.

I love the way you smell, no matter when. Before I ravish you, during or after.

Your scent drives me crazy, your scent belongs to me. I love that stubble too.

And you're in shape, my older Golden Lion, and I love that about you.

Tall, strong... big and wet for me in ways I'm sure you've never been before.

Let me boast. Let me keep thinking I'm your best fuck and you don't have enough.

Let me wait until we're done so I can cuddle you and take care of you.

Aftercare? It's on point. And you know you have my heart anyway, especially then.

MOET: Morning glory

 

We always have the same ritual, we wake up early in the morning just so we could stay a little longer in bed together. I turn to you and I look at your face, barely lit up by the early sun rays. You always smile when I first lay my eyes on you. Always, you have that warm wide smile on your lips that makes me melt. Always you wrap your arms around my waist and pull me closer to your strong frame, just so I could give you a hug. I close my eyes, relishing in your scent while my hands stroke your skin and gently move up so I can lose my fingers into your dark hair and scratch your scalp. You bury your head at the crook of my neck and we stay still for a while, without a word.

I can feel your chest heave up and down, at a steady pace and I can feel my own heart start to race in my ribcage. You're here. You're with me and I marvel at the thought that all of this is real. I marvel at the thought that I am lucky enough to wake up to you every morning. I open my eyes and start to plant kisses on your shoulders, eliciting a shudder from your body. I make you groan slightly, as I slid my leg in between yours and press my knee to your erection. Oh Yes! I attack early in the morning. Yes! I celebrate you early in the morning, but you've never complained to this day.

I enjoy the salty taste of your skin as I gently bite the skin of your neck in between my kisses. I bruise your skin lightly before I soothe it with my tongue and lips and that makes you moan. Your hands try to stay focused and run down my sides to hold my waist. I'm still jerking my knee, pressing it harder against your bulge while my lips are still sucking on your neck more urgently. I want more, more because I can feel you being hard against my knee, as you always are when you wake up. I want more because I woke up with burning arousal that is sending waves after waves of pleasure through my body.

You understand I am in the mood given how demanding my kisses and touch became. Your hands shift my body and I end up being on top of you. I toss my head to the side, my breath is slightly labored as my throat is choked-up with arousal. I can feel it in my loins, how wet my velvety folds are in anticipation of you. I can feel it in my chest, which became heavier the more we kissed. I want you. I chuckle because you're making a face, and I ran my hands over your large chest, stroking the sensitive skin as I adjust my position on top of you. I moan, for the friction between our legs is sending shivers down my spine, and it encourages me to rock my hips on top of you.

You let your hand run on the soft skin of my thigh, to the soft and ticklish skin of my waist. Your eyes are hooded with lust already and you tug at my shirt so I could remove it. Which I do, setting my heavy breasts free from their fabric prison. I bit my bottom lip as your large hands start to massage me and I rock my hips harder against your boxer clad length. I don't even care about time, for all my eyes are only set on you. You feel so good against me, so warm and aroused that the only thing I want is to feel you inside of me. You want to make sure I'm alright, so your left hand run down to my soaked-up panties. You lift a brow, tease me again with a clever quip and gently push them aside. I know what you want, I can feel it in the way your hips are pressing into me. I can feel it in the way you are staring at my face and holding onto my waist a little harder. I rock my hips harder, dampening your boxer with my essence, feeling my own body react to yours. Ohhh... I can't wait any longer.

So I push myself a little forward, enough so I can help you out of your boxer, exposing your flesh to the fresh temperature of our room. I take a hold of you and let my hand run over your flesh, teasing you just a little bit and feeling you being wet already for me. Perfect! We both are more than willing right now. I guide you slowly into my tender folds and in one swift motion, you're inside of me. We both groan and I slowly sit on your lap while never breaking eye contact. I love those mornings when there is just you and me. I love when we take the time to explore one another and when there is nothing but the cries of passion filling the silence of our warm room. I love those mornings when you and I are glorious. When you and I are in love. When you and I are one.

MODERN !Jaime and Bäahal : Chemistry

MODERN!Jaime and Bäahal: Chemistry

You are pure poetry. The sharp lines of your cheeks, the light stubble on your cheeks, and that devastating smile are driving towards the edge. I remember the strong body, maintained by regular workouts. The broad chest I love to nestle against, the strong arms that could lift my body with ease, the way your body is chiseled by the gods, gracing my very eyes every time I look at you. I remember the sin between your legs, your magic wand that makes me curse under my breath and hits all the sweet spots in me. I remember this. The taste of it, the scent of it, the weight of it just as I remember that gorgeous ass of yours. I guess that you're unforgettable. I love that you are. I remember you telling me that you couldn't take your eyes off of me when we first met, that every time you looked away, you made sure to find me again. I was flattered back then, but now I see how your magic is working. You're relentless and the memory of you creeps into my mind when I least expect it, sending me shivers down my spine. I guess that's chemistry.

You're electric. I remember the shivers that went down my spine the first night we danced together. My skin was covered with goosebumps as our bodies were rocking to the faint (yet distinct) music playing at the club. There was nothing else that mattered but you at this moment. There was nothing else but your breath against my skin, your voice in my ear, and the rhythm our hips were following. Oh, Jaime! Jaime... It felt so right to be by your side at this moment. It felt so right to be by your side right now, in our little nest. Well, technically your secret lair but since it's « our time », then when I'm here, it becomes « our nest ». I love it there when we have nothing but ourselves and we don't need to worry about the paparazzi and our families. It's just you and me, Jaime and Bäahal, the Golden Lion, and the Firecracker. It's just us. I feared for a little while, that maybe after the club you'd get bored of me. After all, you got the Targaryen's magic cunt, so why would you ever want to try it again? Yet, here we are, talking, laughing, teasing each other, and having a good time. Here we are, unable not to touch the other, not to kiss the other, not to be together. I still have those shivers running down my spine whenever you talk to me. I still have those shivers whenever you touch me. I guess that's chemistry.

You are pure joy. I remember when we hit it off from the start at the club. The banter was on point, the joy of having someone I can talk to overcame the rest. You, Jaime, you make me laugh, you make me anticipate the day after, you make me wait for you. I spent a whole week after our stint at the club, a whole week thinking of you in many ways. I do want to fuck you, but there's more to it than just sex, there's also the need to connect, to feel the joy I felt when we were talking and boy are you delivering right now. Life feels better when I'm with you. I feel invincible, I feel that I can't be hurt and that I can trust you. It's hard for me to trust, and I had tried not to over the years but you? You..; I trust you and I feel good about it... It's the same feeling I have when I dance, the same one I feel when my dogs comfort me, the same one I have when we kiss. I know I wanted to be careful, but to hell with that, to hell with fear, I feel good with you. It's all that matters. I am eager to read your texts, eager to make you laugh, eager to spend time with you. Call it cheesy, I call it chemistry.

To give and be given, to love and be loved -Elpis x pride-

To give and be given. To love and be loved. The room was filled with gasps and grunts. Noises ...of flesh smacking flesh pervaded the air. It had been an eternity since they were reunited, a lifetime since their names were spoken with such a passion. Bodies were dancing in the dark room, bodies that only the moon was able to see. It was cold but the soft light was piercing through the window and for the curious eye who could have stumbled into the scene, it was a magnificent sight to behold.

To give and be given. To love and be loved. It was a mess in her mind. Sweet confusion of time and place that only made the moment unique to experience. Her head was yanked back, her eyes half-closed and her legs spread. She gasped as she felt the soft and wet tongue devour her neither lips, soft lips tugged at them while strong hands kept her legs from closing up. The goddess allowed her hands to wander and touch her lover’s blonde hair. He was unsatiable, tasting her as if she was the finest meal and he couldn't have enough of it. He allowed his tongue to explore her insides, tease her little nub of nerves, and pillage her petite core. 

To give and be given. To love and be loved. Her fingers were lost into the rich hair of her Sin and Elpis rewarded his ministrations with gentle scratches and strokes of his scalp. Her toes were curled and the sides of her feet were stroking the wet and pale skin of his, that skin Elpis had tried to mark with her teeth or her feverish kisses. Soon enough, the pace set up changed, and Pride went faster, relentless until she coated his tongue with her juices, eyes rolled into their sockets while the hand on his scalp sunk its fingers. He would bring her closer to the edge, feeling pleasure turning her eyes into pools of light, and feeling her grip on his head increase. He would bring her closer to the edge, just so when she would be the neediest, he would simply stop and stand up. He would position her to receive his cock. He would make sure she couldn't think straight and would protest because she was denied her climax.  

To give and be given. To love and be loved. He did ram himself back home, feeling the tight and warm walls of Elpis entrap his cock and send him to bliss once more. He grunted his silent approval and grabbed the goddess' waist as he started to thrust within her. It was brutal, calculated, and powerful enough to make Elpis jump from each thrust he gave her and whimper as he filled her so well. Nights like this one became fewer as time went by for he had been busy with his duties but now that he was there, Pride wanted to make sure to give each other the relief and love they needed to have. Elpis' voice echoed through the chambers of Tartarus. She was moaning his name and tried to force herself to open her eyes again so she could look into Pride's purple eyes but she failed and instead grabbed the sheets she finally tore apart.

To give and be given. To love and be loved. How she had missed this! She wanted to express her love whenever she could. She wanted him to know how important to her he was, what better way than to this? What better way than to give her all to the Sin, submit to him while he worked hard for their pleasure? What better way than to take his cock into her tight and wet walls? There was none...none because when Elpis was giving into him, she was giving everything! it was absolute. 

To give and be given, to love and be loved, it was a never-ending circle and they both loved to complete it.