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rosemary-morgan · 9 months

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HC's - Making love with them includes... (+18!)

Warning: Nsfw 18+! Language, cum play, oral sex, erotic massages, chocking

Characters: Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan and Charles Smith X Female Reader. Missing someone? Feel free to ask (❁´◡`❁)

Thanks to all who read and like my stories. Stay healthy and take care, my lovely bees 🐝🌺

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

(Just the screenshots are mine)

Javier Escuella

He is in a flirty mood all the time. Just like you. You both can hardly wait to be undisturbed. You need your peace and quiet, far away from the others, to give each other the love you need.

You have been a couple for three weeks now and you are madly in love. There is nothing as delightful for you as making love to Javier.

And you do it very often. But as already mentioned, you prefer your privacy.

Often you will retreat to a nearby town, where you will rent a hotel room to let your love run free. There you both can be as loud as you want; or rather, YOU can be as loud as you want.

Often, in the early morning hours when everyone is still asleep, you make love under the blankets. Quietly and secretly, Javier fucks you slowly and sensually.

⦁ Javier knows how to satisfy you and he knows what you like.

⦁ He loves to hear his name on your lips. He loves the sound of your voice as you lay whimpering before him and, by God, he loves to see your body tremble while he fucks you.

⦁ Also he enjoys whispering naughty words. His voice arouses you deeply, even more so when he whispers in your ear and nibbles on your earlobe.

⦁ You always take time to touch each other, kiss and enjoy the sight of each other.

⦁ Javier loves the feel of your soft skin, loves to feel your breasts on his body. The scent of your beautiful femininity.

⦁ Javier is very tender, makes sure you feel comfortable with him. But he also has a wild and passionate side that you can easily awaken. Then he can also get a little rough.

⦁ But there are also moments when you are getting wild. And that is when you have been separated for a while. Javier will tear your blouse off, rip it apart, and won't lose a moment to press his face into your tits, breathing in the scent of your skin. Whispering how much he desires you.

⦁ Oh, he loves to satisfy you with his tongue. The taste of your vagina, the sweet sound of your voice when you fall into ecstasy. Javier takes his time with it. Playing with your clit; sucking and licking it before entering deep into your wet hole and tounge-fucking you out of your mind.

⦁ But also he loves to receive as well. The sight of you kneeling in front of him, looking up at him while you have his cock in your mouth. Your plump, delicious tits pressing against his thighs...

He loves the way you play with his cock. Your fingers stroking his thick balls, massaging them, only to be taken in your mouth afterwards, greedily sucking them. Javier goes crazy every time you doing this, moaning loudly your name.

⦁ He is also into choking. Not too rough, but he grabs your throat during sex when he wants to increase the arousal; and you love it. And while he's chocking you, he's whispering things to you.

⦁ Things like, "Yo te quiero mucho" "You like the way I fuck your sweet little pussy, Y/N?" "You love it a little rougher, don't you? You're so naughty." And "When I'm done with you, I'm going to fuck you with my tongue. You like it, don't you? Oh, you sweet, sweet girl."

⦁ He loves to take you from behind. Your buttocks that wobble with every thrust. The smacking, wet sounds when his tight balls slap your pussy every time.

⦁ And when you ride him, he enjoys the sight of your bouncing breasts. Your buttocks wobble with every thrust from him. The seductive sight when you roll your head back in pleasure and show off your gorgeous throat.

⦁ Loves to cover you with his sperm.

⦁ Whether you kneel or lie in front of him, spreading his cum on your face or body will make him go crazy with lust!

⦁ And after your lovemaking, he will hold you in his arms, whispering loving things to you until you both fall asleep.

⦁ You will often find a rose next to your sleeping place in the morning, when Javier has to leave early for reasons.

Charles Smith

King of foreplay. He takes a lot of time to please and satisfy you. You will come at least once, before you welcome him deep inside you.

⦁ Sometimes he also gives you a massage. He rubs your beautiful body with fragrant oils and he knows exactly which parts of the body he has to massage and caress extensively to arouse you.

⦁ The sight of your shimmering tits, covert with oil, makes his cock hard as stone.

⦁ And when he massages your pussy, he takes a long time. His fingers circle your clitoris while he looks into your eyes. You clearly see the fire, the passion in them. "How does that feel? Is that good, yes?"

⦁ Eventualy, it leads him to finger-fucking you. You get incredibly wet for him, every damn time.

⦁ Love to give oral sex. Charles takes his time and enjoys you to the fullest. Your scent is overwhelming and if it were up to him, he would lie between your thighs all night. You will often hear words like: "You smell wonderful" "Mhm, you taste so good, babygirl."

⦁ His lips and tongue will explore your whole body, every corner. Charles is very tender, very careful with you, like you're as fragile as flower petals.

⦁ You love the feel of his hands when he touches you, caresses you. And the tingling on your skin where he kisses you.

⦁ Making love with you is something very special and intimate for him. Therefore, he wants to be as far away from the others as possible.

⦁ You both go camping often, and love being in nature. It also often happens that you take a longer break of several days. And in these days, you love each other passionately.

⦁ During your lovemaking you smile a lot and words full of love leave your lips.

⦁ He prefers missionary, for he wants to look into your eyes while he fucks you. This is an intimate moment you share. But Charles also loves to have sex in a sitting position. Your wonderful legs wrapped around his strong hips, your heated, sweaty bodies tightly pressed together and your trembling fingers clawing at his long hair, while he kisses your throat, your round tits... just perfect.

⦁ You have a secret place by a river; where there is no human soul, you make love at the edge of the shore. Your naked and wet bodies shimmer under the sun and under the moon.

⦁ And there's something magical about embracing each other at night while the moon shines down on you and fireflies dance around you.

⦁ Charles often spreads flower petals on your cot or on your bed. Whether it's wildflowers or roses, it's a loving gesture that says a lot.

⦁ He washes you gently with lavender water afterwards, holds you in his arms afterwards. He holds you in his arms until you fall asleep.

Arthur Morgan

⦁ The two of you look at each other. Full of love, full of affection, holding hands and whispering words of love to each other.

⦁ He also prefers his privacy with you.

⦁ You would camp often in nature, where you can make love in your tent, protected from prying eyes.

⦁ Arthur takes his time to undress you, enjoying every moment with you. He praises your body, kisses and touches every corner with incredible tenderness. This alone arouses you so much that you get all wet for him.

⦁ The first thing he always does when you are naked is to make himself comfortable between your thighs.

⦁ He starts by kissing your inner thighs. Very slowly, agonizingly slowly, watching you very closely. Every twitch, every tremor from you he enjoys. But the most beautiful thing is to see the lust in your face.

⦁ Then, when his own lust grows to strong, he starts to eat you out like a pot of honey. He enjoys every drop. The scent of your femininity makes him crazy with lust. Arthur desires you so much.

⦁ He loves the feel of your delicate body on his manly, strong one. Your skin on his - it's heavenly.

⦁ Slow and sensual. Arthur is a pleasure seeker, but after a while the love making gets a little rougher and Arthur reaches for your body a little harder.

⦁ He loves to press his face between your tits! It's pure pleasure for him to be able to feast on you. Greedily he takes them in his mouth, sucks on your nipple, while you claw at his hair and go for pleasure.

⦁ He also loves it when you grab his hair and pull it. Whether he's tongue-fucking you or sucking your tits, do it and he'll be yours for eternity.

⦁ He loves missionary position, for he wants to look you in the eyes while he loves you. Arthur wants to see how beautiful you are while feeling incredible pleasure.

⦁ Afterwards, he will hold you in his arms, words full of love will leave his lips. Always asking you for forgiveness, if he was too rough.

⦁ But Arthur always takes good care of you, and lying in his arms gives you a wonderful feeling.

⦁ Sex in the kitchen is also not uncommon (depending where you live etc.) Desire often overcomes him when he sees you in, while you're making the coffee, or chopping fruit... and by God, he's going to fuck you really good from behind.

⦁ He lays you flat over the table, watching you moaning his name in pleasure. Enjoying the view every time his cock sinks deep into your pussy, his balls smacking against you... You're so wet for him...

⦁ Often he'll smack your ass, gripping it firmly.

⦁ And he is also into roleplaying - Usually he is the bounty hunter and you are his prisoner, completely at his mercy

⦁ You will often find him in the morning preparing some good breakfast for you

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positivelyadhd · 2 years

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i don't know who needs to hear this but you are allowed to (and should) set boundaries with your parents if you need to

#you are not their therapist!!#realtionships #boundaries #communication #reminder #love letters to you

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spaceshipsandpurpledrank · 2 months

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What are we?

#talkin #dc #ace vane #reverse flash #dc comics #dating #realtionships

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quotestomorals · 8 months

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"I'll be thinking about you all the time." "Well, that's just love."

Cassian and Maarva, Andor S1E7

#Quotes #quote of the day #love #cassian andor #andor #maarva andor #realtionships #family #mindfulness

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wearily-confused · 1 month

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love matters ofc it does, but without trust respect and communication, it's really not a relationship i'd want

#like its so heartbreaking and frustrating and makes me sad #trust #respect #and #communication #>>>#like how else are you gonna make it work without hurting everyone involved #realtionships #thoughts #love #desiblr #eph

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nacregames · 1 year

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Can we know more about Clay's mom and sister? Like if the sister is older, what the relationship was like growing up? (Unless it's spoilers of course!)

Mmmhmhmh I'll keep it to non-spoilery things!

his sister is ~4 years younger and Clay is very protective of her

when they were younger (okay he still does that) he'd threaten all the guys who dared come closer than 5 miles

which has made dating difficult for her (also don't mind his own hoe phase, he's always been such a hypocrite)

which btw his mother didn't support at all; she made sure to stop him from going overboard and bossing his sister around

they still had a very good relationship aside from that and Clay did his best as an older brother

he was also protective of his sister's friends, since he considered them to be his own sisters as well, so anyone who dared mess with them would not see the end of the day

and he was never the type to tease or bully his sister

as for his mom..she was strict in general but full of love and they all grew up mostly happy

there was always a healthy mixture between some sense of authority and understanding for her children

also, even tho his sister is over 30 herself by now, he'll still butt into his "babysister's" life every damn time (and then his mom comes to beat his ugly ass lol)

#he may be a dick but a different kind than most siblings #at least he didn't pull of her doll's heads or sth lol #jv #ros #clay #family #realtionships #fluff #facts

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ptseti · 4 months

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#realtionships #men #women

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 1 year

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AR:: “Undinge” emphasises the ideas, found in many of your books, that in the place of building relationships with others – or the other – humans are increasingly mirroring themselves. Nevertheless people do live in relationships and even today remain attached to objects that they don’t want to throw away. What’s the difference between then and now, then being the time before globalisation and digitalisation?

BCH :: I don’t know if people who spend all their time looking at smartphones still have or need objects that are close to their heart. Objects are receding into the background of our attention. The current hyperinflation of objects, which has led to their explosive proliferation, only highlights our increasing indifference towards them. They are almost stillborn.

Our obsession is no longer for objects, but for information and data. Today we produce and consume more information than objects. We actually get high on communication. Libidinal energies have been redirected from objects to nonobjects. The consequence is infomania. We are all infomaniacs now. Object fetishism is probably over. We are becoming information- and data-fetishists. Now there is even talk of datasexuals. Tapping and swiping a smartphone is almost a liturgical gesture, and it has a massive effect on our relationship to the world. Information that doesn’t interest us gets swiped away. Content we like, on the other hand, gets zoomed in, using the pincer movement of our fingers. We literally have a grip on the world. It’s entirely up to us.

That’s how the smartphone amplifies our ego. We subjugate the world to our needs with a few swipes. The world appears to us in the digital light of complete availability. Unavailability is precisely what makes the other other, and so it disappears. Robbed of its otherness, it is now merely consumable. Tinder turns the other into a sexual object. Using the smartphone, we withdraw into a narcissistic sphere, one free of the unknowns of the other. It makes the other obtainable by objectifying it. It turns a you into an it. This disappearance of the other is precisely why the smartphone makes us lonely.

#Undinge #about art #art and technology #alienation #realtionships #Byung Chul-Han #Philosophy as Art #quotes

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auraspoetry · 7 months

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a Chemical Reaction

Veiny hands touch my unwelcoming skin, I twitch and cringe at his touch. I beg of his consuming touch when the weight of his body overpowers mine. His years remind me I’m not the first, something tells me I’m not the last. Was I the one to tell him that? I kept it all in a safe, on hold for years, held, just for me to give the beauty I believed in to someone who made me feel like it never existed. How am I to trust him for his words, did his eyes change once he heard my words. It sought after me in places I went, and my eyes were always glued to the level below, never would I dare to look too long into the eyes of a he. I felt their eyes lingering on me when I pass them. Just for a he out of nowhere to take my safekeepings from me. He never took it. I gave it. I gave it not even wrapped in pretty wrapping paper with a ribbon tied around it, I handed it to his hands in a rush.

How could I be so stupid? I would think sometimes. But was it really stupidity that brought me to sit on his couch, or was it all the emptiness I felt inside. I sought for excitement to find me, and find it did. It walked into my life with steady feet that had been in the kitchen all the while I was in my room, dreading the sight. The sight dreaded mine as well apparently. I never felt hate towards him, but knowing how he felt towards me before we ever got to speak made me hate him. I hate him for how he made me feel, and for him thinking he had the right to feel as he felt towards me when I had done him nothing wrong. I hate him for turning my dread of his sight into lust for his touch, from turning my hate into never being able to hate him. I hate him for invading my track of thoughts when I thought they had gotten on a right track.

I hate sitting in this room feeling inside what I thought he would never make me feel, with him sitting just a meter away on his laptop, hitting the keys in rhythm with me. I hate when he says he loves me. I don’t know where his love came from, did something in my presence trigger a chemical reaction in his mind, as he loves to call it. If all of this truly is a chemical reaction, I beg for it to not be so toxic. I might’ve not giving him everything, even though it feels that way. Maybe what I gave him which I shouldn’t have, wasn’t what he could watch with his eyes, or feel with his hands. The time I lost on defending words he never believed. The big space I made for him in my mind, and me effortlessly pushing everything else out of my mindframe. How could I give up something so precious, something people always say to never take for granted. Time after time, I mistreat the clock.

If I am his punishment, then what is he to me? Answer me this, why do I feel like I am being punished too, when my blindness tells me I have nothing to be punished for. Will I end up hurting more than he? Words I have heard him utter from the same lips he has kissed my skin with, still live in places in my body. Looks in his eyes that tell me more than his tongue, they cut to my core. I choose to ignore, because I have no fight left in me. Probably, if I asked I would know a newer truth, new faces and new images will live in my mind, that’s why I don’t ask, there’s a truth I don’t wish to know. I have no space in my mind for more strangers to occupy. Not sure I could handle it. I know there are plenty of reasons, and I know why it’s wrong, he will not know the same as me, because his eyes see a completely different world than mine. How can two people in the same presence, wear eyes with such different perceptions? Why do I ignore the truth? It’s staring right into my eyes, but I wish to be blind. I want to blame him, I wish I could blame him. The blame is on me. How is it fair for this truth to blame me? I don’t know what to do. In the end will his punishment, be the death of me.

#writing #words #poetry #creative writing #hate #love #original #story #short story #toxic #realtionships

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