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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Submit - An Angel Reyes/Reader One Shot Story.

Some dom!Angel goodness for my babes!

Words - 1,285

Warnings - Smut below the cut, sub/dom pairing. Minors DNI!

You pull hard against your restraints, the rope binding your wrists creaking, your body straining as you feel the anticipation tumble through you, brought to the sizzling peak of your crest, only to be denied. Again. Like an avalanche hitting a gigantic wall, your fall into bliss is prevented, the stimulation in the form of a rapidly moving tongue taken away, your lover grinning at your anguish.

You sob, shaking, breathing erratic. “Please, Angel. Please! I need it, just let me cum!”

He leans forward, hand clasping your jaw, his nose touching yours as he shakes his head. “And I said I'd punish you, so you’re going to lie there and fucking take it.”

“But it’s not fair!”

A slap of reprimand stings your cheek. “And you were told not to misbehave. Look at you now, though. Still being a needy, whiny brat who refuses obedience. I don’t reward that shit, and you know it.” The level of sternness arrows right to where you are gaping for him, your soaking cunt desperate to feel the intrusion of what you yearn for.

“I’m so fucking cock hungry!” you cry, Angel sneering slightly, shaking his head.

He leans to your ear, tongue tickling a lick against the lobe. “And unless you quit your demanding, you will starve.” Oh, the fucking eroticism of it, your walls tightening, his words the ignition to the blaze that burns through your core.

He sits up slowly, the rippling of his muscles a feast for your eyes, his hand curling around the thick swell of his engorged cock, stroking slowly, positioning the head against your clit, rubbing it in merciless tease. His dark eyes fix upon you, his stare baleful. “This is what that needy little pussy wants, isn’t it, baby? You need me to fill you up, stretch you out?”

You gurgle, a charge of glimmers ensnaring your voice, trapping it beneath the heavy brunt of dark desire. His hand slaps at your slit, reprimanding. “I expect an answer, little girl.”

“Yes, I’m craving you, Angel. Mmmm, I can’t wait to feel you inside me as soon as you decide I’ve been good enough to deserve your cock.”

He chuckles, a dark rumble of sinfulness. “She used all the right words, but that don’t mean she gets what she needs yet.” He drops back down to lie flat on the bed between your spread legs, his fingers wandering over the many intricate knots that bind you in utter sumptuous divinity, each leg lashed to the opposing bedpost by the many metres of black bondage rope coiling your trembling calves, the tip of his tongue snaking through your sopping folds, circling your clit so featherlight, he’s barely touching you at all.

“Look at that needy little hole pulsing, all empty. You want some fingers in you, baby?”

“Please,” you pant, Angel sitting up, slowly rubbing a soft circle over your aching bud with his thumb, his hand stroking in a smooth glide up your quaking body.

“Open your mouth.” You oblige, his third and fourth fingers sliding in until the cool metal of his heavy rings touch your lips, a groan pooling in his throat as he imagines his cock being sucked within the same snug heat. He slips them back and forth, pressing in your tongue, feeling your mouth become aqueous, his thumb speeding up a little.

You look at him pleadingly, your eyes full of need, Angel chuckling darkly. “Oh, you thought when asked if you wanted some fingers in you, you meant right around here, didn’t you?” Not losing the tangency with his thumb, he stretches a finger down to your slick opening, teasing you, barely penetrating, your eyelids fluttering as the anticipation crashes through you like an out-of-control car.

“Please, please, please,” you beg in whisper, sucking hard on his fingers until he slips them from your mouth, grasping your jaw, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Focus, baby girl. Look at me.” You do, for the briefest of moments before your eyes roll back again. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N)”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Alabama.”

At hearing that, he’s satisfied you’re coherent enough to continue. An inept dom wouldn’t realise that they need to pay close attention to their sub, that such practices do not merely extend to the pushing of pain thresholds, but those of pleasure, too, or rather the denial, the delayed gratification that Angel understands can also mentally turn someone inside out. That’s why you trust him so much, to be submitted to his will entirely. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Good girl.” He smiles, pushing his fingers back into your mouth, leaning to you, placing smouldering kisses over your throat, the single digit teasing at your petals slowly sliding within, a filthily indulgent moan pouring from you to finally feel a smidgen of gratification. “Yeah, is that what my baby needed, huh? Something to stroke at that tight, wet little hole?”

Your walls brace around him strongly as you bite his fingers, breathing erratically through your nose. “Yes!”

Your wailed statement is met by the hard press of a fingertip against your g spot, curling, raking, your legs tensing as your toes curl. “Fuck, you’re so wet, querida. Who owns this beautiful little pussy?”

“You do.”

“Do you think I should let you feel me making it mine all over again?”

“Please. Angel. I need you so badly.”

He moves to kneel before you, gripping his cock, his eyes never leaving yours as he pumps at his shaft, getting himself even harder, bringing it to your slick folds and rubbing himself against them before pushing, finally parting your walls, cries of utter ecstasy leaving your open mouth.

“There you go, that’s what you needed, my big dick right up in this pretty little cunt,” he groans, his voice gravelled with roaring lust. “How’s it feel?”

“Amazing,” you gasp, your body writhing, desperate for more friction as he slowly drags back again, every last thick inch of him scraping your fluttering heat, his shaft slick and shiny with the glossy saturation of your arousal. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hard!” you continue in mumbled gasps, panting heavily, your hands clutching at the bindings leading from your wrists to the bedposts.

The way your body undulates looks like poetry in motion to Angel, his hands gliding over your thighs as he steers himself back and forth, entering and retreating the hot clasp of your fluttering cunt, the rhythm slow and rolling, not giving you too much, although to pound you into the mattress with complete voracity is exactly what he craves.

He holds it all within, though, like a storm contained, giving himself to you almost languidly, barely putting any speed behind the pace, but the power of him, his big body rutting against yours as each deep thrust sends him fully inside you, it has you sparking down to your marrow. The heat begins to crackle, embers sizzling beneath your skin, the addition of his thumb returned to your clit having you clenching around him like a vice, white heat fizzing through you, the swell of your orgasm reaching every part of your body as you shatter for him completely.

He fucks into you hard, groaning deeply, the warmth of his cum flooding you as your walls flutter around him, everything tingling as you gasp for breath, your body shaking violently. After the feeling of divinity has ebbed away, he unfastens your bindings, hands lovingly rubbing each of the red marks left behind, pulling you against him as he covers your bodies with soft blankets, holding you close.

Adoring kisses are laid to your head, his hands stroking, aftercare blooming. “You did so well, beautiful.”

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ao3feed-ichiruki · 1 year

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slow dancing in the moonlight

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7leXHV6

by dissonencia

right here—

around midnight, beneath the stairs, ichigo takes rukia’s hand and pulls her close: how does it feel like to dance with her in the moonlight?

Words: 2286, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of moments of tangency

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo

Additional Tags: sol-early-married-years

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7leXHV6

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ichiruki

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skleznev · 1 year

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A Moment of Tangency by jamie heiden Via Flickr: "I thought I heard my name." "You did."

#Jamie Heiden #dictionary of obscure sorrows #texture #girl #bird #tree #Nikon #chance #what might have been #no AI #flickr

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rswitz · 6 months

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moment of tangency (noun): a glimpse of life as it might've been had you made slightly different choices along the way.

#digital art #clip studio paint

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mainscube · 2 years

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Freecad offset

#Freecad offset how to#

Possibility to use the results of the External Geometry tool directly for operations on the sketch Create a face from the sketch with Part MakeFace, then analyze that face with Part CheckGeometry.Apply tangency to endpoints instead of edgesĬheck geometric and mass properties of the sketch (area, center of mass, second moments of area and so on).Apply dimensional constraints after drawing the geometry.Input coordinates and dimensions on the go (when drawing an object) Use a range of dimensional constraints: 3 for lines, 1 for angles and 3 for arcs/circles.Apply an appropriate Sketcher ConstrainAngle constraint or drag a vertex of one of the objects.Optionally add constraints between the objects to be rotated.Remove constraints that prevent the rotation, e.g.To rotate a selection inside the active sketch:.To rotate the whole sketch: change its Placement property.Draft Offset tool ( SubShapeBinder necessary for use in a PartDesign Body).Part Offset2D tool ( SubShapeBinder necessary for use in a PartDesign Body).For a Part Workbench shape, or a complete PartDesign Body, use Draft PolarArray or Draft CircularArray.For a PartDesign Workbench Feature use PartDesign PolarPattern.Create circular patterns on the part level (after the sketch has been turned into a solid):.Create a fillet, change the arc to construction geometry and then connect the points with a line to create a chamfer.Make chamfers on the part level (after the sketch has been turned into a solid) with PartDesign Chamfer or Part Chamfer.Draw geometry in the Draft Workbench, where snapping to objects is available, then convert with the Draft Draft2Sketch tool.Manually apply constraints and use construction lines.Workarounds for the Sketcher Workbench No.Īuto snap to objects (midpoints, center points, quadrants, extensions, intersections) It can be helpful for new users who can't find a particular functionality in FreeCAD. The goal of this article is to list some currently missing features in FreeCAD and provide workarounds for them. 5 Workarounds for the TechDraw Workbench.3 Workarounds for the Part Workbench and Part Design Workbench.2 Workarounds for the Sketcher Workbench.

#Freecad offset how to#

I need to learn how to fish, not to have a fish, if you know what I mean. Can anyone point me in the right direction? I'd greatly appreciate it. I'd like the rotation point to be around the x axis at a certain z offset. If I change the angle it appears to be rotating around the y axis. I thought it would be y offset? Can someone explain this? Have enough problems in normal geometry, seemingly changing the axes to something else is baffling. To do so I had to add z offset, which I totally don't understand. I offset it so it would be on the rear face of the body. Based on my admittedly feeble comprehension of the videos, I thought this was a reasonable way to proceed. Then I could draw a circle in the sketch and pad it through the solid block at an angle. Then I want to offset its origin to a location on (not really on, but I hope you understand) the face and then rotate the plane around the X axis. I'd like to create a datum plane that aligns with one of the faces of the solid block in the XZ plane. However, I'm not sure if the best strategy is to additively synthesize the solid, or subtractively do so. I made a part that is a solid block made from a pad and a second pad along the bottom. Apparently I haven't paid enough attention in class! Thought I could start to design something, that I thought was relatively simple.

#Freecad offset

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thatwriterkei · 4 years

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-Moment of Tangency-

Series Summary: When Y/N's favorite fictional characters come to life, a mystery ensues as a killer wreaks havoc in Bangor, Maine.

Chapter Summary: What started out as a sleepover with your best friend turned into a night of unexplainable events.

Warnings: cursing, underage pining if you squint, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Here's the first chapter of the big series I was talking about! I really hope you guys enjoy this, I've been working on this for about a month and it would mean the world to me if you have feedback and brought attention to this to those who would enjoy it too! I'm really excited to see how this goes.

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Chapter One: The Beginning

"You will soon receive support from an unexpected source.."

The red letters of your fortune stared back at you ominously.

"Hey, that's great timing huh?"

"Too soon, Marcus..Too soon."

A sheepish smile formed on his freckled face, "Sorry..Here, have another."

You shook your head, waving away the cookie. "I'll just stick to mine. I only have a little bit of room left for it."

You took small bites, slowly indulging in the delicious treat, afraid of letting it go to waste with just two or three bites.

"I'm surprised your dad let me spend the night."

"Honestly, me too..I don't think he noticed that you're in the middle of transitioning."

"He probably just thinks I'm gay or something.."

You let out a choked laugh, "Maybe because you are."

"Hey, you can't tell me that Mr. Fisher isn't hot as fuck!"

"He isn't, oh my god!" You tried to finish the rest of your cookie without inhaling crumbs, suppressing the laughter building in your stomach.

"Have you seen his hands?! Y/N, I don't think you understand how much I adore him!"

"He's 20, Marcus!! Not to mention, he sucks at teaching physics."

"Hey, I didn't say my future man had to be smart."

"You're ridiculous."

"Yes, yes I am. Oh! Speaking of guys, any good gossip for the ship of a century?"

You could help but roll your eyes at his teasing, blood rushing to the apples of your cheeks.

"Kolby and I haven't spoken since last week. I don't think he likes me anyway. He's been talking to Heather more recently.."

And, for some reason, you weren't too interested in him either. Yes, he was a nice looking, athletic guy but you just didn't care enough to go further than a 'hi, how're you?' with him.

"Well, his loss. You're a wonderful girl and it's a shame he's wasting your time with his boyish nonsense. Besides, he doesn't even wear watches like Mr. Fisher."

"I swear to god, if you mention him or watches one more time.."

"You're right, sorry," he held up his hands defensively before putting them down, "I just don't wanna see you get hurt, Y/N/N.."

"I know you're worried, Marcus, but I'm fine. It's our junior year, I don't think long-term relationships are supposed to happen for us until we're in like college."

"You never know..Anyway, what do you even see in him?"

You let out a sigh, sinking in the mounds of pillows and blankets that are laid astray on your bed.

"Umm..He's cute, without a doubt. His jokes are sometimes funny, depends on who he's around. He has a nice sense of style, I guess? I don't know..We've only known each other for a little over two months."

Marcus laid beside you, rolling to his side with a dopey grin plastered on his pale face. "And a lot could happen in two more months if you just talk to him. I promise, I won't even bother you in Algebra..Okay? Just trust me on this.."

You groaned but, nevertheless, agreed with a silent nod.

"Love shouldn't be this complicated.."

"Sometimes it is, sweetie..But only time can lead you to where you're supposed to be.."

"Yeah, I know...Since when did you become my therapist?" You let out a scoff.

"Since third grade! Now, c'mon, get off your lazy ass and let's do something cool!"

He pulled at your limp arm once he stood up, dragging you to the floor and down the hallway towards the mini library your stepmom installed about a year ago; who has yet to use it.

"If you were looking for 'cool', you brought us to the wrong place."

Your eyes scanned over the bookshelves, catching titles of famous works.

To Kill a Mockingbird

The Great Gatsby

War and Peace

Charlotte's Web

"You only have that perception because you hate her."

"Of course! Have you seen her?"

"Yeah, but this is still cool! You should take advantage of it while you can."

Marcus released his hold from your ankle, scampering over to the section of the library where a red and white book was gleaming for attention.

"Oh my god! Miranda got the newest edition of IT?"

You stood up abruptly and made your way over. "She got what?!"

"Holy shit, this is amazing! We haven't fangirled over this book since freshmen year."

"Oh yeah, our biggest obsession since One Direction." You laughed, taking the book out of his hands and running your finger over the textured title.

"Not gonna lie, the older cover looked better."

You rolled your eyes and ushered him over to the desk in the middle of the room. "Wait, let's see if they kept in that one part.."

"Which one? Does it have to do with Stanley? You had a major crush on his fictional ass." He teased, pulling up another chair beside yours.

"No no no, the one with Eddie and-Oh, I found it!"

Man, he had hated it when Richie called him Eds…but he had sort of liked it, too. It was something….like a secret name. A secret identity. A way to be people that had nothing to do with their parents’ fears, hopes, constant demands. Richie couldn’t do his beloved Voices for shit, but maybe he did know how important it was to creeps like them to sometimes be different people.

"Oh, I absolutely love this part..It's just, mwah, beautiful. Stephen King certainly knew what he was doing.."

"C'mon, let's go back to my room and reminisce." You took his arm and pulled him back to your bedroom.

You internally screamed at Marcus's onslaught recollection of memories.

"Oh, and that one time when you had a major attraction for-"

"Okay okay, that's enough reminiscing!!" You tossed the book at him.

"Aww, what? Feelin' embarrassed, sweetie?" He barely dodged the book, letting it bounce off your bed and onto the ground with a dull thud.

"Shut up.." You grabbed the nearest pillow and slightly smothered yourself with it.

The memories he continued to bring up brought back some nostalgia but looking back at it now made you cringe. You were practically grown up now, not 15 years old.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But wouldn't it be cool if the losers club was real? Like actually around, in real life? Derry was based off of Bangor so it's more than likely you could find your own Stanley Uris."

You cracked a smile at that and threw the pillow at him, situating yourself underneath the covers of your bed. "Yeah, yeah. I wish."

Marcus promptly pulled out his phone and checked the time, turning it over towards you and flashing the bright light in your face. "Well, it's almost 11:11..Make a wish!"

"Seriously?" You deadpanned.

"C'mon, it wouldn't hurt!"

You sighed, sitting up on your elbows and closing your eyes. "Tell me when. You wish it too, okay?"

"Okay," some time passed, "now."

I wish the losers club was real..The entire gang. Every single one of them.

I wish I could blow Bill Denbrough.

You opened your eyes after you recited your wish a couple of times, sighing. You raised an eyebrow at Marcus, seeing him struggle to contain his laughter though the crimson red covering every inch of his face gave it away.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I wished that I could blow Bill."

"Goddamnit, Marc."

It took about a half hour before the two of you could fully relax into a deep sleep but once you guys did, Marcus took up most of the bed.

A heavy gush of wind pushed open your window, the cool air from outside blowing into your room. You snuggled a little more under the covers, face being buried into someone's back. They smelled so nice, a light hazelnut scent and freshly washed hair that reminded you of late night drives with your older cousin when you were younger; Just absolute nostalgia exuded from them. You felt your entire body relax against theirs, the warmth overtaking your slightly exposed skin from the nippy air coming through the window.

You hear a quiet groan from the opposite side of you, the noise causing you to stir from whatever you were dreaming about prior; It was a bit fuzzy.

"What the fuck? Dumbass window.." It was just Marcus.

You felt the weight from the bed disappear, his dull footsteps moving around the carpeted room as he shuts the window.

He turns around and gives one look over the room, his eyes partially open. He sees a couple of people in the room, the sight confusing him in his drowsy state.

"What the..?"

A mix of someone screaming bloody murder and a smoke alarm going off floods the room, echoing off the walls and throughout the house. Even Marcus wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard him too.

It takes just a few seconds before your sleeping mind can process the screeching, thus causing you to flip over to your other side and turning on the lamp. Your eyes are piercing with annoyance, though you were still a little concerned about your astonished friend across the room.

"Marc, what the hell?! What's wrong? What happened?"

You cast a glance around your room, trying to pick the oddball out.

"What the hell?!" You hear from behind you, the sudden noise alarming you and making you jump off the bed towards the ground.

Your head whipped around so quickly you were sure it was the dizziness that made your imagination run wild from the sight. There laid a guy, around your age, with very curly light brown hair that just looked absolutely divine to twirl your fingers around.

Underneath you comes a strangled groan, almost upon impact. Looking below, you find a girl with fiery red hair in a bob style. You push yourself off of her and scoot away until your back hits Marcus's legs.

"Who the fuck is yelling-Oh, holy shit..!" You hear another slightly deep voice exclaim.

Turning to your right sat five other guys with drastically different appearances, one after another coming to the realization that they had no fucking clue where they were.

The room grew quiet, fear growing in your eyes as you try to find a person to focus on but the thought only made you even more dizzy than before.

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etrange-bonheur · 7 years

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“If two lines are truly parallel, it means they’ll never actually meet”

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows: Moment of Tangency

#dictionary of obscure sorrows #moment of tangency

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yandere-house · 6 years

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Merry Christmas

((I'm gonna leave, not sure when I will be back but maybe after Christmas))

#mundere #mun speaks #mun talks #merry christmas #post #moment of tangency #see ya

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lines-of-tangency · 6 years

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You and I have never met, many times before. Our paths might have crossed once or twice online, or passing in the street, We might've lived in the same neighborhood all our lives, but against incredible odds, we just happened to miss each other. It's a big world, after all. Our days must be filled with these chance encounters, that for a million tiny reasons, never actually take place. Accidental strangers, who just happened to miss their cue. who share everything in common, except for time and place. For years, their stories might've been happening in parallel, harmonizing from somewhere across the world, but neither has any idea that the other even exists. If two lines are truly parallel, it means they'll never actually meet. It's hard not to wonder where they are right now, veering away on a tangent, in some parallel universe, Hard not to glance at a stranger in a crowd, and imagine the life you might have shared, if things had been different, and feel a pang of missed connection as you carry on your separate ways, leaving nothing but an echo of something that might have been. You never know how many things had to happen exactly right for you to meet the one you love, You never know how easily fate might have tipped you onto some other course, meeting some other person, who would feel like a soulmate. Maybe you'd still be telling your friends it was always meant to be, As if you knew all along that your paths would cross. Or maybe you'd look back at your life and realize: it was nothing personal-it's all just a coincidence. You never know.

John Koenig

#moments of tangency #john koenig #chance encounters #life #quotes #favorite

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trytasmilemore · 7 years

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it was nothing personal, it’s all just a coincidence

#dictionary of obscure sorrows #words #moment of tangency

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ao3feed-ichiruki · 1 year

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diarium

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G67fI05

by dissonencia

it is as if orihime’s heart quietly changed its lock and kurosaki-kun doesn’t hold the key anymore—

Words: 1627, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of moments of tangency

Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Inoue Orihime/Ishida Uryuu, Kuchiki Rukia/Kurosaki Ichigo, Ishida Uryuu & Kuchiki Rukia

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/G67fI05

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #ichiruki

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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His Hands - An Alfie Solomons/Reader Smut Short.

Alfie has been on my mind. Now he can be on yours, too!

Warnings - Smut below the cut! 18+ only, y’all!

His hands. They were what you noticed about him first when you met. The hands of a worker, hands of a man who had grafted, who had held a gun for his country, who you know had delivered the end to many a man, whether during the war, or from wars of his own upon British coil. They could choke the life out of a man, or choke the arousal into a woman.

“You love it, don’t you, little dove? When I pin you down like this, make you mine, make you take it.”

You can’t reply, but your eyes tell him everything, the answer he requires, his fingers flexing as he fucks you, deep, rolling and slow. “Yeah, you love it. Fuck, you’re so bloody wet.”

You swallow back his moans as your tongues swirl, your groin prickling pleasantly, nerve endings singing their bliss against the thick swell of his manhood as he drags your walls. You’re all soft, warm velvet around his hot steel, your veins warming, feeling him burying himself within you again and again.

With his mouth at your neck, lips sliding along the column not grasped by his big hand, he utterly consumes you with his all-encompassing force, all that exists is him, this moment, the sound of his groans in your ear as his tongue glides up the side of your face.

You tremble already, the lightning bouncing beneath your skin, the weight of him centring, driving himself into your plush wetness causing moans you barely recognise to be yours. It’s always like this when he holds you down.

His hips arrow down purposefully, giving way to a slight rotation that has you seeing stars, your fingers tangling in his hair as you arch up against him, hissing through bared teeth as your nails graze his chest, digging in and clawing when he begins to gain momentum.

You are molten beneath him, singed by his heat, his weight, him. All of him. He turns then, lying on his side and not losing the tangency between you, raising your leg to rest over his hip, his hand grasping your waist as he fucks you hard, yet at a pace that is nothing more than languid, for this moment at least.

It doesn’t need to be speedy. This, held beneath your hulking lover, is all you need. Just as long as he keeps on gripping you, giving you every last inch of himself, choking the arousal into you.

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