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imagine-mokey · 3 months

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Ringo Starr has been in recovery for a while, for his drug and alcohol addiction. However, the social life of the pub is something he longs for, but is nervous it could sway back to his bad habits.

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wisedreamerreview · 2 months

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Temptations

At the moment, it isn’t raining, though the sky is still that overcast grey suggesting the possibility of more liquid falling. All the morning routine has been done and I’m enjoying my usual coffee. The fire I built back up in the woodstove has wisps of smoke drifting across the backyard like specters creating a otherworldly dance. Momo the part time cat paid us a visit this morning. I’m always…

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#avoiding temptation #Bible #Christianity #encouragement #faith #fighting temptation #finding strength #God #Jesus #overcoming temptation #support group #temptation #temptations

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agreenroad · 5 months

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7 Powerful Bible Verses Useful For Fighting Temptation or Sin

7 Powerful Bible Verses For Fighting Temptation or Sin

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#Bible #Christian #encouragement #fighting temptation #leading #methods #prayers #sin #teaching #temptation #verses

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randomnestfamily · 2 years

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How to Find Peace in Conflict

***Today's Devotion*** is called, "How to Find Peace in Conflict" . This devotion will give you ways to find peace in the most stressful situations. Be encouraged today! . #peace #peacebestill #conflictresolution #Bible #devotion #randomnestfamily

If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.Romans 12:18 We only have two options Some people have a natural gift for defusing arguments and conflicts. They seem to find the most clever diversions that calm the temperature in high-stress situations. Even with the gift of conflict resolution we still have to make a decision to either operate in the Spirit or give…

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#applying God&039;s word #bible study #Christian living #conflict resolution #daily devotion #Faith #Faith in action #Faith without works #fighting temptation #how to

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nellasbookplanet · 1 month

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Okay but I'm going a bit insane about the growing disconnect of "maybe we're meant to harness it"/"maybe we're meant to fight it". They both thought they were on the same page when they said it, when actually they were on polar opposite ends of the same spectrum. Imogen meant "I never plan to give in to this power even if part of me wants to, I will continue fighting it, but it’s a comfort knowing there’s someone who understands the temptation and who I know won't judge and will still love me and understand if I ultimately fail and give in". Meanwhile to Laudna it meant "I've been in this struggle for longer than I can remember and I don’t know if I can do it much longer. I don’t know if I want to. I don’t know if I even should, or if giving in would be better for all of us because I'm a lost cause. You understand this about me and won't judge as I inevitably am doomed by the narrative, and you won't demand of me that I fight an inherent part of myself, even if it’s destroying me". And Imogen is finally catching on to this disconnect, is realizing that to Laudna their connection isn’t just understanding but an excuse, not too different from Lilliana. And, desperate of losing Laudna to power just like she did her mother, she says, 'if you let me go, I'm gone', meanwhile Laudna is going 'all I can do for you is die and let you go to lift you up' and both of them are going 'why are you so upset about this. i love you'.

#laudna #imogen temult #critical role #cr3 #laudna truly is a FASCINATING character #she's happy and living every moment bc she's already accepted she's a lost cause #she's been neither fighting it nor embracing it for 30 years and now she has an excuse to embrace it #bc embracing it means protecting imogen. even if it also means giving in to temptation and letting imogen ultimately lose her #which is okay to laudna bc LOST CAUSE. She’s happy and living every moment with imogen now but can’t imagine a future for them together #she thinks imogen will go in to greatness after laudna has given up everything to help get her there #bc if laudna doesn’t give up everything and tries to fight imogen will help her #and imogen helping her will mean laudna holding imogen back #she doesnt see that in destroying herself shes destroying part of imogen bc she sees no value in her own life bc of living on borrowed time #I'm going insane about them!!#southern gothic #imodna #nella talks cr

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moonlight-prose · 8 months

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I love all of the prompts for your Sinful Soiree! It's so hard to choose one!

May I please request 💕 Steven Grant 💕 with the prompt: 🌹 "i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." 🌹

I picked what I think would fluster him because i have the feminine urge to make that man ✨blush ✨

Thank you, love!

SUBTLE THINGS

a/n: when i say i meant to finish this within the first week of me doing the event. i had half of it written but steven's inspo vanished for some reason. honestly this fic is just porn very little plot. i tried to add some, but i don't know if i was entirely successful. given that it's steven being needy and a little bit greedy. i hope you enjoy it darling! (also yes that gif was entirely necessary. it shut off my brain seeing it so i had to use it).

summary: "steven wasn’t greedy by nature. but something about you flipped a switch in his mind, and suddenly he was a starved man, begging for a taste of whatever you had to offer."

word count: 1.8k+

pairing: steven grant x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, teasing, steven being hopelessly in love, fluff, oral (f receiving), cum eating, cumplay, masturbation, slight sub!steven vibes.

He was never subtle about the way he looked at you. Stealing glances as if he couldn’t get enough—addicted to the sight in front of him. Date night was a regular occurrence when it came to your relationship. A small routine to give yourselves something to look forward to.

If anything it gave you a chance to leave the flat for a change; most nights spent curled up on his couch in pajamas. You cherished moments like that, but you relished in times like this. Where you sat across from him done up as if it was the first time you were doing this, the sparks flying between you stronger than that night.

The same night he walked you to your place, only to come back an hour later per your request.

You smiled, sipping on the wine he picked and delighting in the fruity tang of it. Wishing more than anything that you were tasting it off his tongue. He watched your throat as you swallowed, his tongue peeking out to swipe against his lips as his fingers drummed on the table. He seemed antsy, ready to leave at a moment’s notice.

Steven was first nervous when you were together, wanting to please you however you wanted. But then things shifted. He gained confidence in how he could render you speechless with just his touch alone. How you lost your breath with a single look in your direction. Except there were still moments when you were able to bring back that stuttering man you fell in love with—watching his eyes dilate, chest heaving with anticipation.

“Dinner was delicious,” you said, pushing away the now empty plate of food.

He nodded, his lips pulling up into that precious grin. “I found this place in a guidebook. A bit old fashioned if I do say so myself.”

“Old fashioned is good though.”

His smile grew, mouth opening to continue telling you the details of the guidebook in particular, but your foot running up the length of his leg caused him to freeze. You could practically see the words die on his tongue as his eyes widened, his breath stuttering in his chest. There were only a handful of times where you acted this brazen out in public—this needy for his attention. His affection.

Steven could replay them in his mind with ease—each moment burned into his brain.

“Love…”

“I have a little detail of my own,” you stated as if you were about to tell him the most mundane fact known to man.

“Yeah?” he asked, breathless to the way you ran your finger along your bottom lip, cleaning up the smudged lipstick that was there. He found himself wanting to lick it off your mouth.

You nodded with a sly smile. “I’m not wearing any underwear.” He choked on this spit and you watched in glee. His chest heaving as he coughed—cheeks flushing a dark red. “Thought you’d like to know.”

“You’re…” His eyes dropped to the part of the table that covered your lap and you could practically see the gears in his head moving.

Steven thought for a second his heart would burst out of his chest. The knowledge that you were sitting there, bare for him to touch, to taste. He was a reserved man. Believing that you deserved the utmost respect when it came to where you two made love. But there were nights when he felt himself slip—desire overcoming any sort of sense that might have been running through his brain.

Before he could get a coherent string of words together, you stood from the table. The words bathroom and be right back being uttered. Except he wasn’t paying attention, eyes focusing on the slight sway of your hips when you walked. His thoughts immediately fell to what you looked like beneath your dress. Were you wet for him? Were you dripping down the inside of your thighs?

He was standing abruptly and following you before he could get a hold on himself.

Thankfully he was always one to be prepared. Paying for the bill before either of you finished your meals, because he knew you weren’t one to have dessert at the restaurant. Too invested in the thought of finally getting home where Steven spent the better part of the night between your thighs. He could practically taste you on his tongue, see your head tilted back in bliss as your thighs shook around his head.

His fist was rapping against the wooden door of the women’s bathroom in mere minutes. Waiting for you to open it for him.

“Took you long enough,” you practically purred, tugging him in by the lapels on his blazer.

He was pushed against the door, your lips sliding against his in a way that had his body going lax, a whine building up in his throat. In a quick haphazard move, he managed to lock the door before grasping for your hips—walking you back until your waist met the sink. His tongue licked into your mouth, your wet needy moan muffled as he took and took and took.

Steven wasn’t greedy by nature. But something about you flipped a switch in his mind, and suddenly he was a starved man, begging for a taste of whatever you had to offer. He pushed the skirt of your dress up, his chest heaving as he took in air like he’d never get it again. And there it was. The truth of your little detail all shiny with your slick—your inner thighs practically coated as well.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, eyes snapping up to see your lips spread into a smile, your hand grasping onto his wrist to tug him closer.

He groaned when his fingers slid along your cunt, the warmth of you practically seeping into his palm. There was no doubt now that Steven wouldn’t wait until the two of you got home. Not when you were willing and ready for him to take you now. Finding your clit with ease he grinned when your high pitched moan echoed off the walls of the bathroom. You canted your hips against him with a fervor he shared, your lips parting with small gasps of air.

“S-Steven,” you begged, teeth coming out to dig into your bottom lip.

“I’m here.” He wanted to devour you. To drink down the taste of you as if you were the best fucking dessert in this restaurant, because to Steven…you were.

“I need—f-fuck—need you baby.”

He nodded and before you could stop him, he was falling to his knees and spreading your legs wide enough for him to fit. With a dazed look in his eyes, he watched his fingers spread your slick up to your clit—his cock twitching painfully in his pants. What he wouldn’t give to spend hours right here, but you had a limited amount of time and he wanted to get you home.

Licking a broad stripe up to your clit, Steven felt the control snap inside of his body. Your hand slapped against your mouth effectively muffling your cry as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Two fingers dipping into you and curling as if on instinct. For him this was exactly that. He knew where to touch, what to do to bring you right to the end and back again.

He wanted to drive you to the edge and watch you fly off. The sight had become an addiction to him ever since the first time he saw it; now adamant on witnessing such beauty over and over again.

You dug your fingers into his curls, your hips rolling over his mouth and his eyes fluttered shut. A soft moan reverberating against your cunt as he licked at you, fingers pumping in and out at a rapid pace. He was drunk, desperate to have you entirely spread on his tongue. Until you couldn’t take it anymore. Sucking your lips into his mouth, he let them go with a pop, a wide grin spreading across his lips when your whole body jerked—a cry echoing behind your hand.

“Taste so good,” he mumbled, curving his fingers even more—watching in awe as your thighs trembled.

Words evaded you at that point. Your mind, a mess of nothing but Steven and the building pressure in your torso. He dove back in, doubling down on his efforts to have you cum into his mouth—your taste, something he wanted permanently stuck on his taste buds.

It’s when you began to rock your hips along his tongue with reckless abandon, moving him how you wanted, is when he felt it. The painful throbbing in his pants. Unbuckling his belt with one hand he managed to wrap his hand around his cock—alleviating some of the pressure. It wasn’t enough, but Steven didn’t care. His sole focus wasn’t on getting himself off tonight. No, he wanted to watch you crumble.

To scream his name so the whole restaurant heard you.

“Steven—” you gasped sharply, head falling back. “I’m gonna—oh fuck—”

He dragged his teeth lightly along your clit, pressing down on your g-spot and you shattered. Sobbing his name as your fingers tightened on his curls—pain blooming in his scalp and shoving him right over the edge with you. He grunted, hips thrusting into his hand as he spilled over his palm. A bright heat flooded his body, your slick now gushing into his awaiting mouth, and Steven felt like he’d ascended into pure bliss.

There was no bringing him down from this cloud, no saving him from you consuming him whole.

“Ah fuck love,” he grunted, biting into your thigh as he pumped his hand to reach that delicious point of overstimulation you usually brought him to.

“Did you…” Your face was fucked out, eyes hazy and blissed out, but still you watched as he continued to touch himself in front of you.

Something about the sight of Steven on his knees, so desperate to have you he couldn’t wait, shifting your entire mind. You bit your lip, tilting his head back as he gasped in pleasure—his cheeks red and flushed. It happened before you understood entirely what you were doing.

“Look at you baby,” you cooed, spreading your legs a bit more to show him the mess he made of you. “Open wide,” you breathed.

He followed your words without hesitation, his mouth parting. Sliding your fingers through your cum, you pressed your now shiny digits into his mouth, moaning when he sucked them clean. His whole body responded to you as it always did.

“Take me home Steven.” You wanted him inside you—aching to have him fill your now dripping cunt.

Getting to his feet, he tucked himself back into his pants and gathered you close. Pressing a deep kiss to your lips, licking into your mouth and spreading your own taste along your tongue. That familiar heady feeling returned, flooding your entire body until you practically hummed. He wasn’t subtle in the way he touched you, how he made it clear how much he wanted you.

Yet that’s what made you love him even more.

#steven grant x f!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant smut #steven grant #steven grant fic #moon knight #my writing #sinful soiree🥀#not me fighting the urge to add spitplay to this #the temptation was there #but oof my brain said 'too filthy'

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jazzfordshire · 5 months

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ok but truly there is something so hot about lena rebelliously smoking cigarettes. idk why, there just Is

Honestly, like is smoking hot? No, not really. But is this hot?

Yes absolutely it is. Explain to me how that works

#it's the McGrath effect I know she makes everything hot #but smoking????#of all things #anyways Lena rebelliously smoking as a teen and then needing to fight the temptation to start again whenever she's stressed in adulthood #am I right

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Fighting Temptations (3) - Past and present

Summary: He’s the infamous Sherlock Holmes. No one can compare to him. Right?

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader

Characters: Inspector Lestrade, Enola Holmes

Warnings: language, misogynism, arguments, Sherlock being an ass, sassy reader, smut, fingering, unprotected sex, sex over a desk, lighlty dub-con?, rushed smut

A/N: Uh...this chapter ended up longer than expected. I didn’t want to stop in the middle of the sex scene...

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<< Part 2

“That woman again?” Sherlock exclaims loudly as you walk out of Lady Covington’s house. You came back here after solving the unsolvable case. “She stole another case from me. That vile person.”

“Mr. Holmes,” Lestrade tuts. “Lady Covington sent for Lady Y/L/N after you told her that you'd get back to her after solving a more important case. “The lady hates waiting.”

“I had to find a murderer, Lestrade! How dare that woman steal my case?" Sherlock is stubborn and unfair. Deep down inside he knows it’s not your fault he gets all worked up when it comes to you.

You’re a mystery to him. No woman he has met so far has turned his life upside down as you did. Sherlock doesn’t know if he wants to turn you into his lover or strangle you most of the time.

Not that he spends his nights thinking about you, and your lips. All pouty and cherry red. A tempting sin waiting to break his resolve bit by bit.

“She’s all over the newspaper. Again,” he waves the newspaper in his hands in front of Lestrade’s face. “That woman means trouble.”

“Lady Y/L/N is kind, smart and wonderful. She is, just like her father, a magnificent detective,” Lestrade replies. “A shame we don’t hire women. She'd be a fine Scotland Yard member."

“Inspector,” Sherlock gasps. “Get a hold of yourself. People might get the wrong idea if you keep praising Lady Y/L/N.”

"Inspector Lestrade," you call. He asked for your help after Sherlock refused to help Lady Covington’s missing husband. "It's a pleasure to meet you here.”

“Lady Y/L/N,” Lestrade takes your hand to place a chaste kiss on the back of your hand. “The pleasure is mine."

“Ahem…Can we come back to her stealing my case?” Sherlock clears his throat. He glares at you.

You smirk at Sherlock. He’s fuming, and you love it. You’d never admit it, but he looks even better when staring at you angrily. “Sherli! What a pleasure to see you here too!”

“Sherli—what? Woman! How dare you call me that!” he grunts angrily.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Holmes, but the case you refused to solve got solved by me,” you tilt your head to look Sherlock up and down. He looks like he hasn't gotten enough sleep lately. “Maybe you should get some sleep. You look tired, and there are more lines.”

You stand on tiptoes to touch Sherlock’s forehead. “Here.”

"Don't touch me," he screams. “I dare you to…”

You twirl around, walking away to not give Sherlock the chance to say more to you.

Later that week, at Lady Ann Chatterley’s home, ...

Lady Chatterley invited you and Sherlock to join her for tea. Spending time with Sherlock was the last thing you wanted. It would only lead to another fight with Sherlock Holmes.

No such luck. Out of a sudden Lady Chatterley told you that she doesn’t feel well, asking you to have a look around the garden to find any trace of the intruder stealing her jewelry.

Now you are standing in the garden, trying not to kill Sherlock Holmes.

You offered to follow his lead to avoid talking about the cases you solved, or his incompetence when it comes to talking to you like a gentleman.

“Shouldn’t you rather be at home and practice how to knit, cook and take care of a household? A woman shouldn’t—” He can’t end his speech.

You are in Sherlock’s face, your nose wrinkled as he looks down at you with amusement. He doesn’t take you seriously, like most men. The only difference is that you wish he would. Sherlock Holmes is one of the smartest and most interesting people you have ever heard of.

Sadly, he’s also a misogynist and unbearable. His good looks, luscious locks, and size don’t make up for his lack of tact.

“Sir, shouldn’t you take care of your bad manners first before speaking to a lady?” you snap at Sherlock. “I came here at the request of Lady Ann Chatterley. So, stay out of my way and let me solve this case.”

“You want to solve a case? Ha! You got lucky last time as the culprit didn’t take you seriously,” he chuckles darkly, but there is a hint of anger in his eyes. Sherlock did not forget that you solved not one but two of his cases. The detective hates to share fame and recognition. Sherlock is used to being the smartest person in the room.

With you, it’s different. You are smart and self-confident and with your witty comments you ever so often leave him speechless. He had never met a woman so fierce and strong.

Well, maybe his younger sister and mother.

Most of the women he met in life admired one of two things. His intellect or his good looks. You seem to be unimpressed by his appearance and intelligence and it’s driving him up the walls.

“OH, and why would I do such a thing?” you cock your head to size Sherlock up. “I don’t think a man stumbling out of bed and stinking like a brewery knows what a lady must do.”

“You’re not a lady,” he snarls. “I don’t know what you are, but a lady doesn’t act the way you do. A lady should talk like one. You on the other hand talk like a wench!”

“What?” Sherlock seems to be as shocked as you at his words. “You think a woman using her brain is a wench? I can’t believe you are your mother’s son. You’re a shame.”

You turn around and walk away. To hell with this case and Sherlock Holmes. You won’t let anyone talk to you like that.

For days you were hiding in your office. Even Enola didn’t get you out of the house. She knows it must’ve something to do with your latest encounter with Sherlock.

You didn’t say a word. How could you? Even though she acts all grown, Enola is still a child, admiring her big brother.

There’s no way you will take away the illusion she has about Sherlock Holmes.

A few days later, Sherlock’s home …

“What do you want here?” Sherlock growls as you enter his apartment. Enola gave you the key, telling you to talk to her brother. Somehow the young girl knew exactly what her brother had done.

She gave him a black eye and a piece of her mind before sending you to him. Enola forced her brother to apologize to you. So far, he hasn't done a thing to show he’s truly sorry.

“Enola said you wanted to tell me something,” you quip, and put your hands on your hips. “I’m waiting. I don’t have time all day.”

“I won’t let you get away with this,” he grunts and storms toward you. You can’t react. Not with the giant dwarfing you in his sheer presence. You let him grip your chin and allow Sherlock to claim your lips.

He forces his tongue inside, to explore and conquer. “Mr. Holmes. This is,” you squeak as he twirls you around to bend you over his desk. You don’t get the chance to fight him. Sherlock grips your arms and restraints your limbs behind your back, using his scarf.

“I’ve dreamed of doing this to you for weeks,” he shoves your skirts up to your waistline, ignoring you wiggle on top of his desk.

“Let me go.”

“You need someone to show you what it means to be a good wife for her husband,” he slaps your left cheek. “I will tame you. It will take some time, but you’ll submit to me.”

Sherlock grips your ass with both hands. He roughly kneads your flesh as you struggle to break out of the scarf he used to restrain your hands behind your back. “You will pay for this.”

“No, little bird,” he purrs in your ear as he leans over your body, “you will pay for all the times you disrespected me. I’ll show you that you are meant to be mine, and only mine. ”

“I hate you, Holmes.”

“You will address me correctly from now on, woman.”

You shudder as he pushes one hand between your legs. “I’m warning you,” you breathlessly say as his hand dips into your drawers. His skilled fingers find your clit, and pinch the little nub, making your body jolt. “Don’t touch me.”

“You’re touch-starved, sweet little bird,” his index finger runs up and down your folds. Sherlock takes his time to explore your heated flesh, humming as he feels your wetness coat his fingers. “That husband of yours didn’t treat you right while he was still around. I will always make you sing for me, little bird.”

“He was—” You bite your tongue. It’s not nice to talk ill about the dead. You’re not like this. Even though, it was an arranged marriage, forced on you.

“A boring and dull man,” he purrs. Sherlock teases your entrance with his index finger. “He should’ve had his way with you every day.” His fingers slip inside, searching for the spongy spot making you squirm. “You’ll have my manhood.”

“You can’t,” you whimper as he starts to curl his finger. “This is…you’re not a gentleman. What will people say if they find us here?”

“This is my home,” he retreats his finger only to thrust two back inside. “You are going to make such a nice housewife and mother.”

“I’m not a housewife,” you start wiggling again. “A man treated me like a possession once. I won’t let you do the same to me. I thought you are a modern man.”

“What do you want to be, little bird?”

Sherlock slips his fingers out of you to unbutton his trousers. He stares at your exposed sex, licking his lips. There is nothing left in his mind but pure lust. “I want to be a detective and solve cases.”

“Hmm…”

He frees his cock to frantically fist himself. “Let me go. You don’t want me,” you whimper as your lower half disagrees with your mind. It’s been ages since a man touched you. And he was clumsy and not passionate at all.

“I want to ruin you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his manhood slap against your ass. “What’s this? No…that’s a monster. Take it away from me.” You try to wiggle away. “It won’t fit.”

“Aw, my poor little bird,” Sherlock runs his fingertips over your thighs, “you never had a real cock inside of you. That husband of yours was a disappointment in any way.”

Sherlock runs his cockhead up and down your slicked folds. You close your eyes, waiting for the unavoidable to happen. Sherlock will ruin you and make your resolve to never give in to a man crumble.

“I want you to take me like the good girl you can be.”

He pushes inside, groaning loudly as your tight velvet walls fight his intrusion. “You’re too big, please…I can’t take it.”

“Little bird, you can take it,” he softly speaks to you. “You’re going to have a real man satisfying your needs from now on. Maybe your little head will be empty after I fucked every single thought out of your cunt.”

You bite your lower lip, hoping to keep the needy moans deep inside of you. It’s no use. Sherlock forces his way inside your dripping cunt, slowly spreading you out. The monster he’s hiding so well in his pants shows no mercy when it claims your body.

“Almost, Y/N,” he whispers. “You take me so well, little bird. I’ll make your body sing for me.”

He snaps his hips roughly into your bottom, making you cry out. Sherlock stills, but his hands grope and touch every inch of your body he can reach. He rips your blouse open to grope your breasts and toy with your nipples as you try to accommodate his size. “I-“ you pant.

"Give in for once," he says, gripping your bound wrists tightly. “Let me give you what you need. What your body and mind are craving since your husband is gone.”

“He wasn’t a passionate lover…”

“I know, Y/N.”

He slowly moves in and out of you, testing your reaction. Sherlock is a gifted observer. He knows all the signs of pleasure.

Your body relaxes, your walls open up for him, and the tiny squeaks that leave your lips show him all he must know. He grips your hips to drag you onto his cock anytime he bottoms out.

You groan and whimper but can’t do anything but let him use your body. Sherlock grunts your name, along with profanities you only ever read in one of those books every lady hides under her mattress.

He calls you his whore and praises your cunt as he rams his manhood into your quivering cunt. "Oh Lord. Help me,” you cry out as your body goes stiff. Wetness runs down your thighs, and you don’t know how to react as pleasure spreads through your body.

“You feel so good, my sweet birdie,” he mutters after a particularly deep thrust. “I’ll fill this cunt up right now, and every day from now on. You belong to me.”

It happens again. A few pumps of his cock later your body trembles, and you clench tightly around his shaft. “Not again.”

“Let go, Y/N…give me another one. I know you can do it,” he purrs. Sherlock leans over your trembling body and grips the desk edge. He ruts into you, making the desk creak at the force of his trusts.

He snaps his hips into your bottom, making you cry as he wants you to give in again. “I can’t.”

“You can and will,” he grunts. “Now.”

“I…please…” your cunt quivers again. This time you feel Sherlock’s seed fill you up. He comes inside you with a shout of your name and a jerk of his hips. “You’re an insatiable monster…”

Sherlock crushes you against the desk, panting heavily into your neck as he remains inside your body.

“I hate to admit it, but I have to have you again. It feels like coming home when I’m inside you..."

>> Part 4

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#sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x reader #henry cavill is sherlock holmes #sherlock x reader #Fighting Temptations (3) - Past and present #smut #sherlock holmes smut

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greatcheshire · 4 months

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Do you have a favorite movie or show this year?

There’s so much I still have to see this year however I feel pretty confident saying that Evil Dead Rise was my favorite movie I saw this year and Scott Pilgrim Takes Off is my favorite show I saw this year

#still fighting the temptation to make a Scott pilgrim video

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villainihavedonethymotheronao3 · 17 days

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Throwing my hat in the ring, I think Sam is going to (not should, going to) most likely come back with some sort of paladin, Most likely ancestries, imo, are dwarf, kenku, or a very small tabaxi. One of the moon people would be fun but it's harder to justify them with good healing abilities, short of some sort of bioengineer themed artificer. Either he utilizes the jail break that was concurrent with the split-party mission to bring in a paladin of a Betrayer god (very juicy potential that brings in god-loyalty from a new direction) or throws a lawful good paladin from Vasselheim at them and watches everyone cringe.

In conclusion: I think they should let Sam play Teven Klask's daughter.

#critical role spoilers #cr spoilers #critical role #subclass is tricky he and matt are always game to homebrew something after all #but oath of vengeance or oath of conquest are both primed for drama #paladin adds some healing capacity while also being a damage dealer #and lack of Big Damage is what killed them in the otohan fight #conquest would be especially juicy because it would let sam play high charisma again #and add another fucked up little guy to the hells repertoire of loose cannons and wild personalities #duergar would be very fun to see #and as for gods of choice... erathis or asmodeus are obvious and solid either as a coalition imposed babysitter or a further temptation #but he could probably spin gruumsh or torog or the allhammer #or tharizdun as a little treat for liam #or wild card flesh out avandra a little more with an oathbreaker

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nobetafortomorrowedie · 3 months

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I could probably write a whole book on how pernicious the Mormon idea of the Premortal life is. Their belief that we ASKED for this has haunted me my whole life. You can't say that it wasn't your choice to be born in the Mormon church. You can't say that you never wanted this. A lot of Mormons even believe that we got to choose(????) the trials we go through in life before being born.

Prophets and apostles and sunday school teachers would be like You Fought to Be Here today!!! and I would be like I Fight Every Day Just To Stay Alive Bitch!!

#also the belief that this is a chosen generation #that we were saved for the 'last days'#that always resonated with me in all the wrong ways #they would be like you were chosen because you can resist modern temptation or whatever #and I would look around and see so many people fighting for feminism anti racism lgbtq rights etc...#and be like I SEE it I see how this generation is better in a lot of ways #but I never saw it as MORMONS being chosen #because if it's this 'generation' that means everyone!#there are many many many good people in this world!!!#exmormon #exmo #anti mormonism #tw religious trauma

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