#dusky husky

[sp00pypumpkins]

I have seen Swaps of dogday and catnap but I really wanted to see one where catnap has fluffy hair shaped like a sun and dogday is a husky :D (specially if u know smile.exe is based on a husky so it fits for me <;3)

A friend told me Dusky husky would be a good name for swapped dogday :3 and idk about catnap maybe Dawn Coon HAHAH

[betwixtyiff]

Betwixt posing on a bed, for someone? For a camera? Who can say for sure?

As done by the wonderful @uiojk7 who can also be found on twitter!

[taxlikesmarsroverz]

I just want to say, for the size of my sona, he is 11'4 at tallest and 6'2 at shortest (he can adjust his height. Robot stuff), and he has a plug tail that is a yard long. He's not a small being. You cannot look down at him, it's literally impossible. Unless you Are on the roof of a building, it's impossible. Also he gives very good hugs.

[irbcallmefynn]

Cringetober 2024 #27: Youtuber Fanart

Glamrock Dusky is cool she makes good videos mainly on horror and mainly on mascot horror specifically (she's actually responsible for me caring about my source for tomorrow's prompt, got some fun continuity there) also they make good covers. Go check out her channel it's awesome.

[cobrastrikes421]

Pride month 2022

Gender queer - denoting or relating to a person whose gender identity does not correspond to conventional binary gender distinctions.

Demisexual -  a sexual orientation in which a person feels sexually attracted to someone only after they've developed a close emotional bond with them.

Bisexual - Bisexuality is a general term only, because there are many differences between individuals.

Philadelphia pride - In June 2017, the city of Philadelphia adopted a revised version of the flag designed by the marketing firm Tierney that adds black and brown stripes to the top of the standard six-color flag, to draw attention to issues of people of color within the LGBT community.

Non binary -  genders that don't fall into one of these two categories, male or female.

Omnisexual - A person who is omnisexual can be attracted to all genders. 

Gay - 2400 BCE – Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum are believed to be the first same-sex couple in recorded history.

Drag - Drag may trace its roots to the age of William Shakespeare, when female roles were performed by men.

Polyamorous - The most common form is polygyny, where a man can have many wives. 

Polysexual - The prefix “poly” means many, and polysexual individuals are attracted to people of multiple genders.

Aromatic - Aromanticism is defined as "having little or no romantic feeling towards other.

Pansexual -  For example, a pansexual person could be open to someone who is male, female, transgender, intersex, or agendered/genderqueer.

Demigirl - A demi girl is a person who feels their gender identity partially identifies with a feminine identity, but is not wholly binary, regardless of their assigned gender.

Lesbian -  Attraction and relationships can be sexual, emotional, romantic and/or spiritual.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

what are some ways to describe people other than eye and hair color

I am assuming you are looking for physical descriptors. Here are some examples. I may just make a different post on psychological descriptors.

Arms: Long, Muscular, Pudgy, Short, Skinny, Thin

Back: Bent, Hunched, Ramrod Straight, Rounded

Build: Anorexic, Athletic, Beefy, Brawny, Burly, Chubby, Coltish, Compact, Fat, Gangly, Gaunt, Gawky, Haggard, Heavy-set, Herculean, Husky, Lanky, Lithe, Muscular, Obese, Overweight, Petite, Rangy, Reed-like, Scrawny, Skinny, Slender, Slight, Solid, Spindly, Statuesque, Stocky, Strapping, Sylphlike, Taut, Thickset, Thin, Trim, Underweight, Voluptuous, Well-built, Willowy, Withered

Cheeks: Blushing, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Bold, Curved, Dimpled, Disturbed, Glorious, Glowing, Hairless, High (cheekbones), Hollow, Honey, Livid, Pale, Pallid, Pink, Plump, Puffy, Radiant, Reddened, Rosy, Rounded, Ruddy, Shining, Smooth, Soft, Sun-burnt, Sun-bronzed, Sunken, Sun-tanned, Tanned, Tearful, White

Chin: Angular, Bony, Bumpy, Chiseled, Defined, Doughy, Firm, Protruding, Round, Smooth, Soft, Square, Strong

Ears: Jug-like, Large, Protruding, Tiny

Eyebrows: Arching, Bushy, Emphasized, Near, Spaced, Thick, Thin

Eyelashes: Artificial, Beaded, Beautiful, Blinking, Dark, Dark-fringed, Dense, Dusky, Heavily-fringed, Long, Mascaraed, Sandy, Sooty, Sopping, Tear-drenched, Thick, Uplifted

Eyes: Almond-shaped, Bright, Bulging, Expressive, Frightened, Gentle, Languishing, Little, Luminous, Made-up, Round, Shining, Shortsighted, Smart, Stunned, Thin, Wide, Woeful

Face: Baby, Blood-stained, Bold, Chiseled, Contorted, Dead, Expressionless, Fair, Familiar, Fierce, Flat, Frightened, Furrowed, Honest, Indifferent, Little, Pale, Poker, Pretty, Radiant, Rough, Ruddy, Sallow, Square, Stained, Swollen, Trim, Weather-beaten, Wry

Feet: Athlete's, Big, Flat, Pigeon-toed, Small, Sore, Stinky, Stubby, Swollen

Fingers: Gnarled, Long, Short, Stubby

Finger Nails: Bitten, Broken, Claw-like, Dirty, Hooked, Long, Painted, Sharp, Talon-like

Hair: Afro, Bald, Beehive, Braided, Bristles, Bun, Chignon, Coiffure, Combed, Corkscrew, Corn rows, Cowlicked, Crew cut, Curly, Disarrayed, Disheveled, Dreadlocks, Dry, Flattop, Flecked, French braid, French twist, Fringe, Greasy, Grizzled, Knotted, Layered, Locks, Matted, Messed up, Mohawk, Mussy, Muttonchops, Neat, Oily, Page boy, Perm, Pigtails, Plait, Pompadour, Ponytail, Ragged, Receding, Ringlets, Ruffled, Shaggy, Shorn, Shoulder-length, Skinhead, Spiky, Split-ended, Straight, Tangled, Thick, Thinning, Tidy, Topknot, Tousled, Twisted, Uncombed, Unshorn, Untidy, Wavy, Wiry, Wisps

Hand: Big, Elegant, Small

Height: Big, Knee-high, Medium, Short, Shoulder-high, Sky-high, Small, Tall, Towering, Waist-high

Legs: Amputated, Bandy, Bony, Bowed, Brawny, Bulging, Fluted, Gartered, Gouty, Graceful, Hacked, Hairy, Jagged, Knotted, Leaden, Long, Lower, Muscular, Pitiful, Rickety, Shapely, Shivering, Short, Sinewy, Slender, Slim, Spindle, Stockinged, Sturdy, Thin, Thread-like, Tinder, Tiny, Toothsome, Tree trunks

Lips: Blue, Cracked, Cupid's Bow, Downturned, Dry, Fat, Full, Grim, Large, Luscious, Parched, Parted, Red, Ruby, Small, Smiling, Thin, Wet

Mouth: Arch, Ascetic, Baby, Cavernous, Churning, Compressed, Cooing, Coral, Cracked, Cruel, Delicate, Dumpled, Distended, Dry, Fine, Firm, Frothy, Full, Funnel-shaped, Gaping, Grim, Handsome, Hungry, Insistent, Irritable, Large, Luscious, Munching, Musty, Perilous, Puckered, Querulous, Relaxed, Resolute, Sardonic, Sensuous, Serious, Slobbering, Small, Sulky, Sweet, Tender, Thin, Wide, Winsome, Wrinkled, Yawning

Neck: Bullnecked, Elegant, Long, Short, Swan-like, Thick

Palm: Broad, Oval, Rectangular, Square

Skin: Acned, Alabaster, Albino, Apricot, Black, Blemished, Blistered, Blooming, Blotchy, Blushing, Bronzed, Cadaverous, Calloused, Caramel, Clear, Craggy, Cream, Ebony, Fair, Flush, Freckled, Glowing, Greasy, Ivory, Jaundiced, Leathery, Lily-white, Lined, Milky, Mottled, Nut-brown, Olive, Pale, Pallid, Pasty, Peeling, Pimpled, Pink, Pitted, Pockmarked, Red, Rosy, Rough, Ruddy, Russet, Sallow, Scabby, Scarred, Smooth, Splotchy, Spotty, Sun-burnt, Tan, Wan, Waxen, White, Wrinkled, Yellow

Stomach: Bulging, Distended, Empty, Firm, Flabby, Flat, Heroic, Hollow, Lean, Paunchy, Protruding, Unbounded

Teeth: Artificial, Black, Blunted, Buck, Canine, Chattering, Clenched, Clinched, Compressed, Crooked, Dagger-like, Dazzling, Decayed, Deciduous, Extracted, False teeth, Feeble, Ferocious, Filed, Flashing, Fluoridated, Foam-laced, Fractured, Gap-toothed, Gleaming, Glistening, Glittering, Gnashing, Goofy, Grinding, Hooked, Horrid, Ivory, Jagged, Lacquered, Large, Milky, Mottled, Neglected, Pearly, Perfect, Pretty, Protruding, Razor-like, Sharp, Shining, Short, Small, Snowy, Sore, Spaced, Straight, Sweet tooth, Tender, Tiny, Toothless, Toothy, Ugly, Unrelenting, White, Wisdom, Wolfish, Yellow

Hope this helps! If it does, do tag me or send me a link to your writing. I'd love to read your work.

More: On Character Development

[bamfkeeper]

Faded Restraint. | K.W

warnings: Smut 18+ MDNI | GN!reader | Unprotected sex | Teasing | Slight dirty talk | Light choking

a/n: Hi, I'm not dead. Sorry it's taken me a while to get back here. I have been distracted with other blogs and a bunch of stuff going on at home. The poll was half smut half fluff so I went with smut. I hope you enjoy, it's a little drabble, I have a long fic I've been working on for Kurt coming out soon. I'm trying to push to keep writing more often, it's just been hard rn. Sorry no pics or anything, I didn't feel like searching for any today. Unedited. ; wc: ~860

"Bitte...do not tease," Kurt muttered, looking up with lidded eyes as he watched you straddle him, the head of his cock barely poking at your entrance. He could feel the heat oozing out of you, your body fluttering against his cockhead as he struggled to keep his composure.

"You're so impatient Kurt, maybe I won't sink down...~" You teased him further as you spoke in a sultry tone, your hips gently rolling in a circular motion and allowing his head to feel how damp and tight you'd be, IF you sunk down. "Your cock would feel so, so good inside, but if you wanna talk, I suggest you really beg for it."

His eyes were dimly lit with desire in the dusky room, nearly rolling back as you continued to push him to his limits. It had been ages since you'd been such a temptation, the change was both thrilling and maddening for someone with a usually calm resolve. You had been so attentive to him lately, fulfilling his every request and leaving him breathless. He'd made sure to express his gratitude, always the perfect gentleman.

But now, oh now, you were testing his restraint.

Kurt's hands found purchase on your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh. He possessed the strength to take control of the situation, but he resisted the urge. His voice came out as a husky whisper, "Bitte, bitte, you naughty minx...I ache to feel you." His words were a desperate plea, laced with need and want. As he spoke, his tail twitched and coiled, slowly wrapping itself around one of your ankles in a sensual caress.

He lifted himself just enough to press his lips against your sternum, the contact sending shivers down both your spines. With such a tender display, you finally relented, allowing your hips to sink down onto him. A sharp hiss escaped his lips, the sound muffled against your chest as you enveloped him completely. His arms instinctively tightened around your frame, pulling you flush against him as he reveled in the exquisite sensation of being fully sheathed within you.

Kurt held on tight as his hips gently bucked up against you, your slick walls tightening around him and squeezing every bit of arousal out of his cock. "Ach - you feel...so divine, Liebe" he whispered against your skin, drooling onto your chest as his body practically curled around you. He held you in his lap, feeling your weak, lazy movements to meet his shallow thrusts.

"You feel good too, baby," you breathed, your voice a soft, sensual whisper. Your hips undulated in a mesmerizing rhythm, each movement encouraging him to delve even deeper within you. As your bodies moved in perfect synchronization, his cock explored new depths, igniting sparks of pleasure in places you didn't even know existed.

Each increased thrust struck more sensitive spots inside you, causing your movements to grow increasingly urgent and desperate. A slow-burning fire of ecstasy began to build, its tendrils of electric bliss radiating through your body, shooting from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It felt like pleasurable static, in a weird way, your digits flexing as you held onto him, trying to process the near-overwhelming sensations.

Kurt's tail slithered up the curve of your spine, dancing across your skin in a teasing manner. It coiled gently around your throat while his strong hands guided your hips with increased fervor. The air in the dark room was filled with wet, primal slapping of skin on skin, punctuated by the hot, heavy pants and groans escaping Kurt's lips. His warm breath caressed your chest, contrasting the otherwise chilly air of the room. This interplay of hot and cold sensations only served to heighten your awareness, making every touch, every movement, every breath feel hypersensitive against your skin.

"I'm going to come," Kurt warned between labored breaths, his body still pressed firmly against yours. He clung to you with a desperate intensity, as if he were a man deprived of affection for an eternity. The urgency of his desire drove him to shift his position. He moved from laying back on his ass to kneeling, all the while keeping you in his grasp and leveraging this new angle to increase the depth and force of his thrusts.

A sudden jolt of pleasure coursed through your body, causing you to gasp and tremble. Your eyes widened in surprise and ecstasy as Kurt's cock head finally found that sweet spot deep within you. His cock caressed and teased that elusive area, that tender bit of flesh that caused orgasms to shake through you.

The world behind your eyelids seemed to explode in a dazzling display of white-hot fireworks, your vision blurring as the overwhelming sensations threatened to consume you entirely. You found yourself crying out Kurt's name, desperation and bliss mingling in your voice.

You pleaded with him not to stop, your words tumbling out in a breathless litany of need. Your unrestrained reactions amused Kurt and a knowing smirk played across his lips as he leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and his goatee tickled the skin of your cheek.

Playful triumph dominating his voice, he whispered lowly to you as he buried himself inside, "Now who's the one begging?"

Thanks for reading <3

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[hazbinshusk]

day sixteen of salem's unofficial attempt at kinktober: mutual masturbation/camshows/sex tapes (huskerdust x reader)

a/n: an expansion of this little drabble. a/n 2: this one wouldn't let me go and ended up way longer than intended (over 2k), so I'm hiding most of it under a read more for the sake of everyone's dashboards.

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Husk raises a feathered brow as he finds – not Angel – in his room, just your laptop waiting open on his bedspread. A pink sticky-note hangs from the screen, the spider’s ostentatious scrawl circled with a heart reading, “Play me, baby” and a ridiculous number of ‘x’s’ afterward.

Shaking his head in amusement, Husk hesitates for a moment before leaning down to tap a nail against the tracking pad. The screen wakes up immediately, showing a shot of the exact bed the laptop is sitting on with a triangle superimposed over the centre of the image. The angle of the image suggests the laptop had been sitting at the foot of the bed during whatever it is the spider has in store for him.

He casts a glance back towards the door before doing what the note ordered and clicks ‘play’.

The scene remains unchanged for a moment before Angel comes into frame, wrapped in lacy lingerie dyed a tone of deep magenta that complements his baby-pink fur perfectly – semi-sheer fabric in the form of thigh high stockings and panties that are tied together high against the curve of his hips.

Angel gives the camera – and Husk – a wink, a lascivious smirk playing across his lips as he climbs onto the bed and settles his long, lithe body against the pillows. He’s every bit the perfect porn star, but the intimate spark in his gaze is enough to pique the bartender’s interest – this isn’t his usual show.

“Hey, Huskie,” he says, and Husk’s tail sways once behind him in response. “Have I ever told ya jus’ how much I appreciate all ya do for lil ol’ me?”

Husk fights the urge to roll his eyes good-naturedly. This is corny, and the playful glint in his partner’s eyes tells him the spider is aware of it. Angel’s smirk widens, his gaze flickering off to the side for a moment.

“Thought I’d get a little help showin’ ya jus’ how much.”

Husk stiffens, eyes widening and his ears flicking forward as Angel holds out a hand and another reaches into frame to take it.

That’s when you come into frame.

Angel tugs you gently onto the bed beside him, and you fold your legs up beneath you, a blush burning in your cheeks. Husk swallows heavily as he takes you in – you’re dressed in lingerie almost identical to Angel’s, only with your chest wrapped in a balconette bra you’re practically spilling out of. You shift forward slightly, and Husk’s mouth goes dry as – just for a moment – he swears he sees the dusky hint of your nipple peek out over the lace.

How the fuck did Angel talk you into this?

The spider had made a few less-than-subtle references to Husk’s… interest… in you lately, and each time, the bartender had dutifully dismissed it. But here you were, wrapped up like some kind of… fuck, the way you bite your lip when you’re nervous kills him. Every damn time you do it he can’t stop himself from thinking about sucking on that lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

“Ain’t she jus’ a picture, Husky?” Angel gives the camera a cheesy, flirtatious wink, and fuck, the way you blush further makes Husk’s heart pound in his chest. The two of you, side by side… God, he’s so fucked. Angel’s grin widens, and he leans into your side, turning his head to nuzzle his face against your cheek. Husk holds his breath as he watches Angel nip at your ear, your neck, his ears twitching eagerly as he hears you let out this breathy little whimper in response. One of Angel’s lower hands drapes lazily over your lap, his fingers ghosting over your thigh. The one above it cups your cheek, turns your face towards him, and he ducks his face towards yours.

Angel pauses just before his lips can meet yours; his hand leaves your cheek to run its fingertips teasingly over your collarbone, down over your chest. Husk’s eyes follow it greedily, feels himself harden as Angel traces his fingers over the swell of your breast and smiles at you softly.

“Wanna show daddy what we talked about?”

A soft, soft groan escapes Husk as you nod, as he hears you say, “Yes.”

Angel’s smile widens and he shifts, making sure to give Husk a lingering view of his lean curves as he moves to sit behind you against the pillows. He tugs you back against his chest, taking hold of your chin and tilting your head to face the camera.

“You gonna say hi to Husky, sugar?”

You smile, your expression coquettish, almost shy, but your voice comes confident, a tone dipped in seduction that Husk has never heard from you before. “Hi, Husk.”

“Atta girl,” Angel says, two lower hands reaching around to smooth over your thighs. They reach your knees, pressing them further apart. His other two hands slip behind your back, and you catch your bra against your chest just as Angel unclips it. Husk thinks for a moment that the spider’s gone too far, but then you’re looking into the camera again and drawing the bra down off your arms, tossing it aside.

Your nipples harden and Husk exhales heavily, moving closer to the laptop as though entranced. His wings flutter slightly, his tail switching back and forth behind him. Angel coos his approval, ghosting his hand up over the sides of your breasts. Husk watches you shiver, leaning further back into Angel’s chest fluff. He takes hold of your hands, guiding them up to your chest and you whine softly as he urges you to squeeze your breasts. Husk feels an ache in his cock as he watches your hips buck up automatically – such a slight movement, but one he’d pay to see a thousand more times.

Because you’re turned on by this.

By the idea of him watching.

You’re turned on by him.

Angel continues humming sweet nothings and filthy promises into your ear as you tease your nipples to aching points, his eyes trained tauntingly at the camera. His lower hands skim slowly up your inner thighs, tracing nonsensical shapes against your skin, and each time they linger in one spot Husk commits it to memory with the notion of marking the spot for himself. His fingertips skim the edge of your panties and your breath catches, and fuck if it isn’t one of the prettiest sounds Husk has ever heard.

“Listen to you,” Angel murmurs as his hands continue, moving up over your thighs to the dainty little ribbons that are holding them in place. “Tell daddy what you’re thinkin’ about.”

“Him,” you reply, tugging in your nipple. Your other hand comes down to grip at Angel’s thigh beside you. “I’m thinking about him here… in here with us.”

Angel hums approvingly, and the look he gives the camera out of the corner of his eye is infuriating. “And tell daddy how often you think about him like that.”

You swallow, moving your hands to cup your breasts, putting your aching, tight nipples on full display. “Every night.”

Oh, fuck.

“Good girl.”

Angel tugs on the strings, and your underwear falls away, revealing all of you to Husk’s hungry gaze. He curses, reaching down to palm himself through his pants and squeeze.

“Holy shit,” Husk mutters as you slide two fingers between your thighs, a soft moan escaping your parted lips as they brush against your clit.

“Awww…” Angel pouts playfully, smoothing his upper hands up over your waist, cupping your breasts. You press yourself up into his touch. “Look how eager she is for you, Husk.” His other hands curl over your thighs, teasingly close to your hand. “Look how wet.”

“Husk…”

Well, if that ain’t one of the prettiest things he’s ever heard.

Angel keeps murmuring in your ear, his tone low in reedy in that way that goes straight to Husk’s dick, and the combination of that voice, the sight of you coming apart in his lap, and the soft, breathy moans you make as Angel tells you to slide a finger into your tight little cunt… he can’t help it. Husk unzips his pants, groaning as he wraps a fist around the base of his cock.

He pumps his cock in rhythm with your fingers, and you gasp, jerking up against your hand as Angel pinches your nipples. The spider makes a show of kissing the side of your throat, and you whimper as his teeth graze along the tender flesh before he soothes it with his tongue. You’re trembling against him, your hips rocking up into your hand.

“How ya feelin’, sugar?” Angel asks in your ear. “Ya bein’ so good for daddy, ain’t ya?”

You whimper, and for a moment Husk isn’t sure anymore if the ‘daddy’ Angel is teasing you about is the spider or the cat.

“Ya need more?”

You nod, tilting your head back to press your lips blindly to Angel’s throat. He hums his approval, meeting Husk’s eye through the camera lens. He leans off to the side, straightening and holding up two identical vibrators to you.

“Good thing I always share my toys, huh, baby?”

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Husk groans, low in the back of his throat, his cock slick with precum and his body shuddering as he approaches his release. Angel is sitting next to you now, the two of you propped up against the pillows. You look wrecked, pumping the vibrator in and out of your pussy desperately.

Angel manages to match your pace as he fucks his ass, his thighs tense with the sensations pulsing through him. He runs his hand up through his chest fur, dishevelling it further, one of his other hands clutching at your thigh. Husk can see your excitement staining the sheets beneath you, and part of him wonders if he were to pull back the comforter now… would he be able to see the marks you left, smell your scent on the fabric? He thrusts his hips forward to meet his hand, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat that’s almost possessive over the idea.

The sounds the two of you are making are downright sinful, a mix of moans and utterings of curses and – most addictive – his name. Angel winks at the camera, at Husk, before leaning into your side and kissing your throat again, somehow managing to find the exact spot that Husk has more than once found himself wanting to bury his face in. The touch makes your eyes roll back, and when Angel slips a hand between your legs to tease over your clit, you gasp raggedly.

You return the favour by wrapping your fingers around Angel’s hard, leaking cock. It actually manages to surprise him and he moans, thrusting up into your hand with a cum-drunk laugh.

“Holy shit, toots!”

You giggle at his reaction and Husk chokes on a moan, leaning forward to brace his hand against the edge of the mattress. He fucks his fist desperately, fighting against the urge to close his eyes as he watches the two of you bring each other to the edge of release.

All showmanship is gone from the two of you – too desperate to reach that peak to care about maintaining a shared rhythm. When you do cum its within moments of each other, twin moans of Husk’s name spilling from your lips. The bartender groans, deep and throaty as he does the same, his cum staining both his fist and the comforter below him just as the screen goes black.

“Shit…” Husk exhales, his chest heaving. He lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. How the fuck was he ever going to look you in the eye again after that? “Hol-ly fuck…”

“Ya like the show, pussycat?”

Husk looks up at the sound of Angel’s voice; the spider is grinning up at him from the screen, somehow managing to look both seductive and supremely pleased with himself.

“Told ya she liked ya back.”

Husk can’t help it; he coughs out a laugh.

Angel continues, and Husk notices that the spider is now in his own room, backlit by the pink lights he has strung up around the room. “Better re-hydrate, kitty – and I ain’t talkin’ about booze.”

Angel swings the camera around to reveal you sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in a negligee and with pink-stained cheeks that’s got nothing to do with the lighting.

“'Cause ya gonna need some electrolytes if ya wanna join us for round two.” Angel’s voice comes teasingly out from behind the camera. “We’re waitin’ for ya, Husky.”

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tagging the original asker: @blue-dream-boye

and those who loved it: @kitsselfindugentsmut @angelicpoison12

[dominantslasherking]

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen With Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

Backstory: Your basically a mysterious male figure that happens to be around the bene gesserit, (whom not even they could control you) Feyd is obsessed with you, a deep longing inside his soul, his body.

In the dimly lit corridors of the Harkonnen fortress, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen prowled around like a predator his eyes snapping towards the guards whom he gave a lean smile to, showing off his blackened teeth that almost resembled blood stained on his teeth but a dusky nightly color.

Feyd's eyes beam down on one particular figure, "You." Feyd hissed out, his shirtless body walking towards you carefully, his pale skin contrasting nicely with the seemingly smoothness of it.

"You." he once again repeated his voice a low, dangerous whisper that sent shivers down anyone's spine. Your eyes carefully dawned onto him, your stoic face slowly speaking. "Yes?" With a steady voice.

Feyd's eyes seemed to dim even more on your figure taking in your all-black clothing, he looked around you to see if any of those annoying bene gesserit witches were around you, he saw none.

Once his eyes reverted back to you, he finally looked you in the eyes. With a wicked a monstrous smirk on his face he spoke "You intrigue me." His husky voice slowly lulled out in a confession. his eyes gleamed with a mix of fascination and possessiveness.

Not only sensing and seeing the intensity of his gaze you spoke, "And, is there something you desire?" You spoke, your eyes trained on his shirtless body, the skin that you wanted to caress and trail kisses upon, why else would you stay on this morbid looking planet for so long?

Feyd stirred back from your words, he found himself consumed by a relentless obsession that no amount of power or manipulation could quell, he craved to be yours, for you to whisper sweet nothingness into his ear, but he was disgusted with himself, how can something like him, so strong, think of these pathetic little thoughts and desires, that rocked his body like a steaming fire that wouldn't relent.

"I can't seem to get you out of my mind," he uttered preparing his blade as he attacked you. With a quick dodge, and move of your hand you wrapped your arms around Feyd's waist, your tall stature, leaning down slightly to place your lips onto his neck, tasting his skin.

A raspy and heavy breath escaped Feyd, his body tried to submit to your will, Feyds body wanted to, as he couldn't help but let out a groan, as you started to kiss on his neck.

"And why is that?" You asked slowly, responding to what he once said before he attacked you, your other hand slowly made it way to his neck, not to choke harshly but almost in a sensual way.

"Because you challenge me," he admitted, his voice raw with hatred spewing on his tongue. "Because you see through the façade I present to the world, you are caved into my mind, and you won't leave." He growled out, pushing you away, as he smashed his oh so soft lips against yours.

"I see you, Feyd," You said, voice gentle yet firm. "And perhaps... that's why you can't look away." Teasing tone, as Feyd nearly whined, mewled against your touch, he wanted you to break him, ravage him apart.

"Perhaps," he murmured in between another harsh kiss, his voice barely audible over the din of the bustling fortress.

[sunvzt]

Prettied Up

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: NSFW -> sexual foreplay, fingering & mirror sex.

ft. max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz & oscar piastri.

Summary: you and lando are getting ready to go to dinner with carlos and max when he sees you doing your makeup in the mirror, he decides to eat you out while you do your makeup. 

Y/N [curly hair]: fantasise whomever you want, go crazy.

y/n is dusky with curly hair, has piercings and wears rings. 

Y/N and Lando were getting ready for dinner with Carlos, Max, Oscar, and Charles. We were in Monaco for a few weeks, and we wanted to get together before the Silverstone Grand Prix. I stood at the mirror, starting my makeup, while Lando was in the shower.

“Ughhhh!” I sulk in front of the mirror, trying to fix up my curls, but my hair just isn’t hairing like it’s supposed to.

I spent so much of my morning washing and doing my tedious curl routine just for my curls to look somewhat fucking mediocre—or at least, that’s what I thought.

“Y/N , can you hand me that towel, please?” he asks, his finger pointing through the shower curtain. I walk over to the towel and hand it to him, quickly returning to my mirror, still frustrated.

Lando comes behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach, laying his head on my shoulder.

“Lando, you’re getting my dress all wet,” I say, pushing him off me slightly.

“That’s not too bad, though, right—” he says, hugging me from behind again. This time, his hands trail to my bare waist. “dress will dry…” he murmurs, reaching up and cupping my breast.

“Lando,” I warn, watching him run his hands all over my body in the mirror. “I’m trying to do my makeup and fix my hair,” I say, blending out my eyeshadow and trying to shake off the goosebumps. I can feel myself throbbing in need as I take a deep breath.

“You gettin’ all prettied up to fuck me?” he teases, slipping on his underwear and then his pants. I grin and turn around. “Lando, stop making me—”

He steps closer and grabs my jaw. “Stop making you what?” he asks in a husky voice, his grip soft but commanding enough to make my knees buckle weak.

I look up at him with wide, pleading eyes, and he lets me go.

“Can I make you feel good, baby? Give you a little reward after all , your hair isn’t helping me right now it looks so good ...”

“For what?” I ask quietly.

“You deserve it... but keep gettin’ prettied up for me, Y/N.”

He gets down on his knees in front of me, a ballsy rare move from him. It’s always me on my knees for him—was he really going to do this with no returns at all? His hands fiddle with the button on my zip, unzipping the backless dress i picked up last week,  and pulling them down to my ankles before completely removing them. His eyes trail up to mine, and he places a soft kiss on my lower waist.

“Keep doing your makeup. Don’t watch me,” he instructs, pulling my underwear off and tossing them aside. Without hesitation, his mouth quickly attaches to my clit. I gasp, my head tilting back involuntarily. He taps the back of my thighs, urging me to keep working on my makeup.

Trying to line my lips with all this pleasure is impossible. As in respectfully, fuck the makeup.

“Oh my—god, Lando...” I moan as my legs begin to shake. I can’t focus on just my makeup; the image of him pumping his fingers in and out of my wet pussy while his mouth eating my clit is overwhelming. “I’m gonna cum, Lando! Oh my fucking god...” I cry, grinding my hips on his face.

“Mmm, yeah, grind my face, i’m looking at you in the mirror right now Y/N. You’re so good, Cum all over me,” he groans. I continue grinding my hips, my release building with each movement. With a final cry, my legs jerk as I cum all over his face.

Luckily, I managed to finish my makeup. It doesn’t look exactly how I wanted it to, but it’s good enough, I mean I got it done while being eaten out after all.

“Lando! Y/N, come on! We have to leave!” Carlos yells from the other side of the door. In a hurry, I pull my pants back on while Y/N pulls up her lacey undie and slips onto to her dress and finishes getting ready.

“Don’t let your curls affect you too much, baby,” he says with a smirk. “We still have dinner to eat—and then, you can have me.”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[noiivvern]

Not as shameful when there’s another shiny in there. Yippee

Walk of shame for shiny hunting is when you have 2 full boxes of eggs left and just got the shiny. And you still gotta hatch all those guys.

[sp00pypumpkins]

Have a doodle pile that I did while i procrastinate into doing the actual draws I want HAHAHA The last draw is the design of Ollie that my friend karl did, you can find it here!

(also I think I am starting to love my swap guys of dogday and catnap HAHAHA)

[betwixtyiff]

Betwixt lounging in some beachwear in preparation for summer as done by the wonderful Cansonzard!

[taxlikesmarsroverz]

Ok. Since I use the name of my OC and I gave him a nickname, do I therefore get that nickname. If anyone is wondering the nickname is Dusky/Dusky Husky.

[luciferism]

[ "Divine Desire" ]

Simeon x Top AMAB!Reader

Summary: Just Simeon and reader having sex and a little play, basically.

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, bondage (at the beginning until half of the scene), anal sex, oral fixation (lots of kissing), explicit sexual content, dom/sub, lingerie/garter stockings kink, teasing/begging, humiliation (light), porn with feelings?, established relationship, pwp

Word Count: 5.8K words of porn

A/N: If you guys haven't noticed, I like writing character x top male reader than afab! or gender neutral. But I'll try more in the future, I guess.

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Simeon, clad in a provocative set of silk lingerie, lies motionless on his bed, bound by silky restraints that only enhance his alluring curves. As the moonlight trickles through the window, its touch seems even more sensual as it caresses his skin. 

You smile as you take a moment to relish in the sight of Simeon laying on his bed. He takes in his soft, yet sensual appearance. Simeon is dressed in a white lace lingerie set, one that accentuates his youthful form. It's a sight to behold indeed, especially for you, who has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now.

Simeon's eyes flutter open, slowly, as he regains his bearings, and the world comes back into focus. Something about his predicament doesn't seem quite right, but he can't help but be drawn to the sensation of the soft silk cloth caressing his wrists and ankles. When he notices the dim, moonlight-filled room and the figure looming over him, he gasps softly. It is his boyfriend—you—already in your birthday suit.

"Is this to your liking, my little angel?" A devilish grin plastered on your face. Simeon trembles in anticipation, his face turning a dusky pink. 

"W- what do you mean?" he asks, his voice quivering. 

He glances down at himself, eyes widening at the sight of him in just a lacy lingerie. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes that he's completely under your mercy. Just then, he is reminded of what you both have agreed on and how he enthusiastically wore the lace fabric earlier. All he can do is watch as you  glide around the bed, trailing a finger down his chest softly.

"Simeon, it's me." You chuckle as you rest one of your fingertips on his chin.

Simeon's eyes go wide with both fear and excitement as he tries to struggle against the silky restraints holding him down. He struggles but the more he bucks and squirms, the tighter they get wrapped around his arms and ankles. 

"My little angel. So eager. So responsive. So adorable." You lean closer until your faces are all but touching. 

"Now, tell me... do you like this? Is this to your liking?" You kiss his cheek ever so slightly, making Simeon's face contort to a delicious blend of shock and pleasure.

As soon as your lips make contact with his cheek, Simeon feels as if his very core is erupting in sparks. Despite his current predicament, he finds no reason to complain as every touch, every whisper, sends pleasure-soaked ripples through him.

He's overcome with a sense of dread, and yet, he's drawn closer, unable to look away despite the growing intensity of the feeling. He gazes deep into your eyes, heart thumping fiercely in his chest. His words come out in barely a whisper. 

"Y- yes," he mumbles, his voice laced with desire.

You sigh softly. Simeon looks very alluring as he lies on his bed as his limbs are restrained. The trickling light of the moon that enters the window and candlelight accentuates his lovely dark skin, even more so as the white lace lingerie decorates his skin in contrast. Simeon looks beautiful, perfect, he managed to depict a sexy character from an old man's erotic novel.

"Good, because you look even more beautiful right now." Your voice sounds husky yet gentle. 

The gentle rumble of your voice sends ripples of goosebumps down Simeon's spine. His breathing quickens as he feels the heat rising inside his body. He gazes at you, trying to control his breath.

His heart skips a beat when he sees the hunger in your eyes as you check out Simeon's body. He struggles to tear his gaze away, feeling a bit embarrassed at being seen in such a vulnerable position. Despite the feeling, he can't help but feel a burst of adrenaline coursing through his body at the mere thought of your touch.

"Please…" he whispers, his voice shudders from pure vulnerability. He closes his eyes, his voice turning into a breathy murmur. 

"I need you," he murmurs, his hand reaching for you but fails, his body craving your gentle touch.

The soft sound of Simeon's voice, begging, sends a slight shiver on your body. "Please" makes you feel proud and excited. You grin mischievously and caress Simeon's cheeks down to his neck, feeling the soft smooth skin under your palms.

"You're so soft." You smile and press a brief gentle kiss on Simeon's shoulder. You stay there for a bit, inhaling the scent of Simeon's body mixed with the smell of his shampoo.

Simeon shivers at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He arches his back, relishing in the sensation of your touch on his soft, warm skin. He lets out a gentle moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels your lips on his shoulder, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Your breath is hot and sweet on his skin, and it sends him spiraling deeper and deeper into pleasure. He squirms a bit, desperate for more, unable to sit still. His body trembles in anticipation.

Simeon's face flushes a vibrant red as he bites his lower lip. 

"Ahh!" he whimpers, his voice laced with lust and hunger. He trembles as you trail more kisses down his shoulder, his body twitching. The feeling of your lips on his skin is making him crave more, the anticipation driving him wild with desire.

"Please," he begs, the words slipping past his lips. "I need more."

"Yes, my love." You shut your eyes as you kiss Simeon's lips.

It was aggressive, hungry, and gentle at the same time. Simeon's lips are soft and moist against yours and couldn't get enough of it. You entwine your tongue against his, tasting every corner of his mouth. While you kiss, your hands roam around Simeon's neck, shoulders, arms and finally rest them on his toned chest. You give Simeon's chest a light squeeze above his lace bra.

Simeon's body thrashes in response, his breath becoming shaky at the feeling of your kiss and touch. The heat of your tongue against his own and your warm breath wafting on his skin are making him wild with need and anticipation. Every part of his body, every inch of his skin, craves more of your touch and your kisses. The sensation of your hand on his chest above his skimpy bra, sends cascading pleasure and goosebumps down his flesh. He lets out a long, soft moan that echoes throughout the room. 

"More…" he whispers. "Please."

You continue to squeeze and knead Simeon's covered chest. The feeling of the lace bra's rough texture and Simeon's soft flesh is intoxicating and arousing. The more you stimulate Simeon's chest, the more you can feel his nipples go hard and pucker against your palms.

"God..." You sharply inhale after pulling away from the kiss. Your saliva and Simeon's own have mixed and stained both of your mouths and chins.

"Mhm..." he groans quietly. "Oh..." His voice is hushed as if he's afraid someone's going to catch the both of you.

Simeon pants heavily, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his body writhing in pleasure but also slightly in discomfort. The feeling of your hand kneading his chest is making him ache for more, to have his clothes completely removed. But, the thought of exposure brings a hint of worry to his mind. 

"Please," he moans, "I want more..." The words come out of his mouth, breathless and desperate. He wants to feel your mouth and hands on his body again. He wants to feel your touch, your caress. He needs it. Now.

Your eyes glimmer with delight. The sound of Simeon's breathy moans and his desperate pleas for your kisses and touch arouses you. Your manhood throb in response, but you want the both of you to enjoy this new experience. Simeon looks absolutely divine with his limbs being tied up on his bed, begging and ready for you. 

"Tell me, Simeon, what do you want me to do?" Your lips curve upwards, your voice slightly above a whisper. A look of mischief and adoration adorns your face. You are glad to have Simeon let go of his inhibitions at this moment. This is a night for you both, a new way to enjoy yourselves in private.

Simeon's body is writhing in excitement, his head rolling back against the fabric of the bed, his fingers clenching tightly on nothing. Your hand has set ablaze his hunger; he craves for more. The idea of doing something this brazen, something he's never done before, is equally thrilling and daunting to him.

Simeon looks up at you, his eyes glazed with a burning lust and hunger. The sound of your voice, the way his body quivers and squirms when you touch him, it's driving him insane with desire.

He arches his back, his chest and stomach twitching and shivering as he gasps. "Please," he pants, "I need you.”

"I want you," he breathes, his voice a hushed whisper. "I want all of you. Right here. Right now. I want to feel your lips on my skin, every inch of my body. I... I want you to kiss me. Everywhere.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at Simeon's desperate response. Your mouth curls into a grin, and your eyes glitter as your gaze never falters to feast at Simeon. You feel your blood rush all over your flesh, your manhood is twitching more as it grows more erect, your eyes burning with pure lust as you look at Simeon's bound body. Simeon's excitement is self-evident under his skimpy lace undies.

With one swift move, you crawl over Simeon and place one knee on each side of his hip, pressing him down on the bed. Your free hand grabs the edge of Simeon's bra, and slowly you remove it, enjoying the sight of Simeon's chest gasping and heaving in hunger and in response to the cold air against his skin.

"That, my love, can be arranged." Your lips curve upwards to a devilish smile.

The hunger in Simeon's voice, the way he looks at you desperately, is making you feel hot and heavy. You never wanted someone so badly before, and you want nothing more than to satiate your beloved angel's desires. You lean down to Simeon on the bed, your tongue darting out to lick his lips in a teasing manner, tasting his sweet mouth once again.

Simeon gasps, the feeling of your hand on his chest and the touch of your warm tongue against his lips sending a wave of pleasure washing over his body. His tongue flicks out, lusting after the taste of your mouth.

His body is arching on the sheets and his legs slowly thrashes on the bed in an attempt to free himself from the silky restraint around his ankles. Simeon is ready to surrender to the pleasure of the night, his mind focused on your touching tongues and your gentle fingers working away at the lace of his bra.

“You taste even sweeter every time, Simeon.” You lick your lips as you stare at his sultry blue eyes.

He stares back, unable to tear his gaze away from his lover's eyes, his mind in a haze of lust. "Love…" he begs softly, full of desperation. "I need more.”

You grin at Simeon, your eyes glimmering with mischief as the two of you stare at each other with hungry glances, the air thick with unsaid words, the tension and anticipation slowly building. The heat of the moment is making your blood pump through your veins, making you want to devour Simeon whole. You lean forward with a low groan, your lips brushing against Simeon's ear as a chill runs down his spine. 

"You want me?" You whisper softly. "Then, you'll have to say the words. Tell me how much you want me. Beg for me.”

Simeon's body thrashes frantically, his head tossing from side to side on the bed. His muscles strain against the binds of the silk cloth as all his senses are centered on your body pressed against his own. 

"Yes," he pants, the words coming from deep within him. "I want you," he breathes, "I need you." Simeon's voice trembles with emotion and the desire for your touch. "I wanna feel your kiss on every inch of my body, you hear me? I need this.”

He tries to move, to close the distance between the two of you and wrap his limbs around you, but he can't. His bound hands and feet leave him helpless against your seduction.

You shiver at Simeon's reply. You draw back, your look of desire and mischief replaced by one of shock. Then, you smile, licking your lips once again. "Is that so?" You lean down once again, bringing your face really close to Simeon's.

"I like to see you like this, Simeon. Helpless. Begging. Desiring." Your words are whispered into Simeon's ear, making the angel's heart race even more. Your teeth flash, and your lips curl into a lustful, devilish grin once more.

"I've got you at your most vulnerable and I have the power to do anything I want with you." You trace a finger down Simeon's bare chest, your gaze burning with heat and desire. You press yourself against the angel's body, your own hips grinding lightly against Simeon's lace thong-decorated manhood. You lean in closer again, your lips almost touching Simeon's. 

"Then, what will you do in exchange for me?" With a devilish twist, you push yourself away, leaving Simeon panting for breath as he stares at you.

Simeon gasps for breath, his heart beating so fast, it's like a bird trapped in his chest. His gaze is locked on your lips, thirsting for your kiss. His eyes flicker around your naked body, his gaze stopping at your hips grinding against him. Simeon's heart thunders wildly in his chest, his body trembling as he stares at his lover. 

"My love," he whispers hoarsely. "Don't tease me like this. Please... I need you. I'll do anything you ask, just let me have you.” Simeon gasps as he struggles to catch his breath. His heart, pumping furiously, echoes throughout his ears. He watches you with a mixed look of excitement and nervousness.

"Please..." he pleads once more, his voice quivering. His skin is flushed, his expression lustful, his lips slightly parted. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before he looks at you again. 

"Love, please..." his voice above a hushed whisper, "Please, take me now.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as well as you watch Simeon's response to your words. The way Simeon's breathing changes, the way his pupils dilate and the way his lips part in lustful anticipation is driving you even more mad with desire. You slowly start to work on unlacing Simeon's bindings, your smile widening with each knot loosened. Soon, Simeon's hands and feet fall free.

Simeon feels his breath hitch as your hands make their way down to him, the knots loosening slowly but surely. Soon, he feels his hands free. He watches you with a mix of hunger, desire, and excitement, his voice barely a murmur when he speaks. 

"God... I..." Simeon's mind struggles to formulate a coherent speech. Your touch is turning him into mush, the feeling of your fingers drawing tantalizing trails down his body making Simeon shiver and groan. "Please," he breathes. "I... I need your touch.”

"Oh, my, your patience and good behavior were rewarded," you tease, your voice brimming with lust more than earlier.

You spread your lover's thighs and you settle your whole body in between them. You glide your palms down Simeon's chest and your fingers trail the crevices of his toned abdomen, leaving a titillating sensation that ripples on his body. You are enjoying this far too much, your fingers tracing more soft trails on Simeon's flesh with tantalizing slowness.

The moment Simeon sees your fingers trail down his thigh and garter stockings, the heat of the moment rises up in flames. His heart races, his breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. Your  touch is bringing him to another level of pleasure, and he can't control the moans of desire escaping his lips. His body trembles under your touch, his eyes fluttering open and then shut again. In the midst of this, Simeon's mind goes blank, unable to form a coherent thought. He can only feel and crave for more.

"Oh, look at you, Simeon," you whisper, "your heart is beating so fast. You're panting wildly like a dog in heat, your cheeks flushed, your eyes closed with pleasure and lust. Did you want this to happen, love?" You lean in closer, your lips almost brushing against Simeon's. 

"Or are you just surprised at how much I can make you want me?" Your breath is warm and seductively close to Simeon's, and your touch is a tantalizing, lingering caress.

Simeon's body shudders in response to your words, his breath coming in deep, ragged gasps. His eyes flutter open as he stares at your face, his gaze burning with lust and excitement. He watches as you caress his face, your lips tracing a kiss against his earlobe. The touch is electric and makes him hiss in shock.

Your eyes glimmer with lust and desire. You stare at Simeon's flushed face, watching his breath come and go in short, shallow gasps. "Oh my, you really are in need of me, aren't you?" You tease your lover. "Good angel. I think you deserve a reward for your patience."

You grin and kiss Simeon's earlobe before whispering, "You're mine, Simeon. I can do anything I want with you." You caress Simeon's face gently before leaning in to kiss him, your tongue pressing against Simeon's lips. 

The kiss from you is a breath-taking experience for the angel. Your lips press softly against his, your tongue licking and gently teasing Simeon’s. The sensation is so pleasurable that Simeon almost loses himself, his body shaking and his breathing quickening as he kisses his lover back. 

Simeon's moans grow louder and more desperate. Your hand roams down Simeon's arm, across his chest, and to his hips before grabbing a hold of his ass. You slowly untangle the angel's thong, leaving Simeon with only his garter stockings adorning his waist and legs. You push him down and lower yourself on top, your fingers digging into Simeon's flesh.

The moment the lacy thong falls away from his waist, Simeon's voice is filled with lust and desire. His hips gyrate instinctively against your hips, and his breath catches in his throat at the feel of your bodies rubbing against each other. He stares up at your face with a come-hither expression on his own.

Your lips twitch in a small, sly grin. With a firm and hungry grip on Simeon's ass, you grind against the angel as your mouth curves into a pleased smile. 

"Is your body mine, Simeon?" you whisper, "I think you know the answer to that question." You give a quick, hard squeeze on his ass cheeks and then relax your grip. "Your skin is so soft, love," your voice is still hushed in a seductive whisper as your eyes blatantly sweep a lustful gaze all over Simeon’s body.

Simeon writhes like a fish out of water as your hands continue to caress his chest, his abdomen, his waist, his hips, his inner thighs and his soft plump ass cheeks. You are driving him wild with your teasing; and Simeon's desperate breaths make the feeling all the more intense. 

The pressure of your body against his delivers him to madness, his moans rising in pitch and urgency. The touch of your hands and lips on his body sends waves of pleasure cascading through Simeon's flesh, sending him further spiraling into a place of bliss.

"You, yes... don't stop, give me more," he whispers, his head rolling back in pleasure, his body begging for satisfaction. His body craves for more of your touch, of you in all your glory, and he's finally getting everything he wants.

Simeon's fingers grab onto the bed sheets as his body shakes, moaning at the sensation of your lips against his own once more. He opens his eyes slightly, his heart beating like a drum. He stares at your face, his gaze filled with desire and lust, his breath coming in short, staggered gasps.

You grin as Simeon begins to squirm more under your weight, his legs opening wide for you. You caress Simeon's thigh gently, your fingers tracing soft patterns over the angel's smooth and silky skin. 

"Beg for it, Simeon." your words come as a deep, sultry whisper, the heat of your breath grazing Simeon's skin. You slowly begin to move against Simeon, your fingers squeezing his thigh and your hips grinding slowly against Simeon's erect, weeping manhood once again.

Your caress is bringing him to heights of pleasure that he's never experienced before. "Oh... yes, you..." he murmurs softly. "Yes..." His breath falters as you grind back on top of him. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and anticipation. "Please..." he begs. 

You gaze down at Simeon and your eyes glimmer with lust. The heat of the moment is driving you to your own wild thoughts with each passing second. You can almost feel the rush of hormones and your own body's response to Simeon's warmth.

"I'm glad you want me, Simeon." you smile at him. "Because, I sure as hell want you too." This statement is punctuated with a deep, passionate kiss. "You're so sweet. So soft and so warm." Your  voice is husky as you whisper this to your lover. 

Simeon is unable to form coherent thoughts. His tongue darts out, trying to find your tongue and engage in a game of tug-of-war. His hands wrap around your body, feeling the curves of your form and the hard planes of your anatomy. His breath comes in short, rapid gasps, and his fingertips grip your body.

You smirk at Simeon, your eyes gleaming with desire and his voice a hoarse whisper. "I love hearing you moan and gasp for me," you breathe out, and your fingers tighten on Simeon's ass as your grip becomes more aggressive.

"It's so rewarding, seeing how much you want me." You lean down to press your lips passionately against Simeon's, while at the same time, you slowly, teasingly trace a finger on the seams of Simeon's garter stockings. 

"Tell me again, Simeon," he whispers, "how much you want to be taken, in each and every way possible.”

Simeon's body shivers as he hears your husky whispers. His eyes flutter open as your fingers continue to firmly grip his ass, and his breath comes out in short, shallow gasps. He gazes up at your eyes—his cheeks, already flushed with heat, grow even rosier, and his lips curl into a lustful smile.

"I want you," he whispers back, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Please, love... please..." he begs. "I want you to take me hard, to satisfy your thirst and mine. I want you to break me, to claim me. Please, my love, please..." He begs like a desperate lover, his body is screaming for you.

Your eyes glitter in delight as you watch Simeon's passionate pleas. You lean down and whisper close to Simeon's ears, your voice a low rumble.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet angel," you murmured. "You have no idea how much I've desired you. Your sweet, soft flesh, your supple body... I will take you in every way possible. In every possible position imaginable. I will ravage your tender flesh and leave this bed a pool of pleasure." you sigh, your eyes burning with desire. "I've wanted this," you whisper.

Simeon's mind clouds with lust as he hears your low rasps. He stares at you with his eyes half-lidded, his body trembling in want and desire. His breath comes out in rapid, excited breaths as you kiss his neck and trails your lips lower. With each breath, his heart beats louder, his body thrills with desire, and his fingers twist into tight, clenched fists as his fingers squeeze the sheets in pleasure.

You grin at Simeon, your lustful gaze fixed on your lover. You move your hands back, leaving a trail of kisses on Simeon's soft skin once again. After a moment, your lust takes hold of you as you grab Simeon's waist tightly, pulling him even closer. Your lips come crashing down on Simeon's, your tongue exploring the angel's mouth with hunger. You devour Simeon's body with your kisses, your fingers tracing a trail of lust as you move them up the angels' legs. 

"Oh yes, Simeon," you groan as you tease Simeon's entrance with your soaked tip, "I'm gonna take you now, angel."

Simeon's back arches and his body trembles as you move your fingers closer and closer to his inner thighs. His eyes flutter open with desire and anticipation as they look up into your glimmering eyes. His breath is quick and short, and he whimpers softly as you finally touch his pulsing entrance and teases him with your tip. 

His hips involuntarily grind against you as he begs for you to give him the one thing he craves most. "You, please..." he whispers, his eyes locked onto your lustful gaze. "I want it... I want it so bad... I need you…”

Your grin widens even more and nods at Simeon's obvious need and lustful begging. "I'm gonna take you now, Simeon. All of you," you whisper, your voice thick with lust and quiver ever so slightly. "Just tell me how hard you want it."

You chuckle and kiss Simeon's neck once again. Your lips press kisses and you bite him with gentle aggression, your tongue exploring every inch of the angel's skin to add extra stimulation to your touch. Simeon's whimpers grow louder as he pleads and begs, but you ignore his pleas and tease him at your own pace. 

Simeon's entire body quivers and his breath comes out in moans and whimpers as he begs you to give him everything he wants. His voice is barely even heard as he whispers your name and begs to be taken. He clings fiercely onto you, his fingers curled against your back, his nails digging into your flesh, your lips still pressed against his neck as he begs and pleads.

Finally, you push yourself fully into Simeon and bring your hips forward and move back again in a slow rhythm. "Mmm," you moan breathlessly, "you feel so good, Simeon. I need you... God, I need you."

The moment you push himself fully into Simeon, it's as if his entire world comes to a standstill. The heat of your touch envelops him in an overwhelming haze, leaving him breathless and unable to think clearly as his brain reels in pleasure. 

"Ohh…" he murmurs seductively, the heat of the moment getting too much for him. "Mmm, god. I need... I need you too…”

You thrust deeper and hold the angel's hips down, your touch filling Simeon with pure ecstasy. "That's it... That's it, Simeon." You start to roll your hips slowly and sensually, pleasing yourself and Simeon at the same time.

His body arches back under the force of your touch, pressing his own flesh against yours as he begs for you to move faster, to give it to him. "Yes, please, god! Yes, harder! Harder!”

His whimpers grow louder and louder, becoming pleas and urgent demands. His body trembles from pure ecstasy, his hands clasped together and clinging desperately to your back as he begs for more.

Your eyes are filled with excitement as you watch and feel Simeon's eager and passionate reaction to your touch. Your muscles flex and your heart pounds with pleasure. You move your hips faster, teasing Simeon with a faster pace before slowing down again to a sensuous rhythm. 

"Harder, please!" Simeon lets out a loud moan as you speed up your movements even more. His hips arch back, his body writhing in pleasure as your thrusts become faster and rougher, hitting him in his most delicious spots.. 

"Faster, please! Harder!" Simeon begs passionately, his body shaking as the heat of the moment grows. He grips tighter on your back as he leans forward, his body desperate for the release it craves.

Your eyes glitter with desire and your mouth is agape as you hear Simeon's desperate moans. Your touch is no longer teasing or playful. You are taking Simeon with a force which he's never felt before. You know the angel wants it, needs it, and you are more than willing to give it. You moan softly and plunge your lips onto Simeon's collarbone. 

Simeon's body quivers under your touch as he finally gets the full and hard penetration he's been waiting for. He gasps and his chest heaves softly as you push down on him harder. Simeon clings onto you with all his might as he grinds his hips against yours as well. 

"Yes, yes, like this... God, yes, harder, faster... harder!" His breath comes out in quick, short gasps, as he begs you to go deeper and faster with your thrusts.

"Yes, Simeon. Yes." You whisper hoarsely. The sudden change of pace sends shivers down Simeon's spine and his back arches as he lets out involuntary depraved moans—which you did not expect from him tonight. Nevertheless, you are both digging this new experience in your sex lives.

"Oh… Oh my god, yes!" He lets out a loud cry as his body convulses under your forceful touches. His eyes roll back as he moans and groans seductively, his body pulsating with pleasure. "Yes, oh, god, yes!" he gasps, "More, more, more... I need it!”

Your face is flushed with desire as you hear Simeon endlessly beg for you to go deeper and faster. Your touch becomes more intense and forceful, your thrusts more deep and penetrating. You move your hips rapidly, filling Simeon with pleasure and lust. You grit your teeth and push yourself into Simeon again and again. You groan and your breath comes out in short, raspy puffs, as you move faster and pound into Simeon with all your strength.

"Oh, Simeon, I'm getting close," you moan breathlessly, feeling the pressure building in your stomach. "Are you ready to be mine? Will you be my good, obedient angel?”

Simeon's eyes roll back into his head as your rhythmic pounding hits all the right spots. His entire body shivers and his legs wrap around you in a desperate plea for you to go deeper. His moans of pleasure grow louder as he gasps eagerly for breath. He begs and begs, unable to control his lust for you. 

"Yes, you, take me... Yes, please! Oh, god, give it all to me! Please take me, make me yours!" Simeon begs in his hoarse, desperate voice. Simeon cries out softly under your touch, his body trembling and quaking with pure ecstasy. 

"Yes, you. Please, I need this, I want this. I want to be yours." Simeon moves his hips up and down, meeting your thrusts with equal force, eager to let you have your way.

Your breaths quicken more, your eyes shimmer with lust and desire as you pick up the pace, rolling your hips seductively; your thrusts becoming harder, more pleasurable, and more intense.

Simeon's cries grow louder, his body trembling and quaking as you thrash and thrust into him vigorously. His fingers are buried deep into your flesh as his hips move in and out with your thrusts. His gasps get louder but his breath comes in short, shallow gasps and his moans drown out even the loudest of sounds. 

"God, oh, god..." his voice above whispers—weak and desperate—as he clings to your body as he rocks back and forth underneath you. "Yes, I want this. I need this. I need you.”

You moan as you hold Simeon's body closer to yours, feeling every inch of the angel as you thrust in and out in a faster and faster rhythm. "Oh, yes, Simeon. I need you so bad. Oh yes, I want you so bad! Take me, Simeon. Oh, I'm... I'm going to..."

You lean down once more, your lips crash deep into Simeon's, forceful yet passionate; just like how your thrusts have become as you reach your climax. Your hands grip the angel's ass firmly under both of your weight, pushing yourself in deeper as your seed spurts and fills Simeon to the brim.

Simeon moans and gasps softly as the moment finally strikes, his whole body trembling under your forceful touch. The angel grips onto your shoulders and pulls you closer as his legs clasp around your waist, his eyes shut tight and he goes breathless. He grinds his hips against yours desperately, his voice hoarse and his lungs beg for more air. "Love... yes… oh yes!"

His whole body quivers violently as his climax strikes not long after yours, his body arching back and his eyes shut tight, bringing his senses into new heights.

Simeon's body tightens in response as he releases. He pushes back against you desperately, craving more of your electrifying touches on his body. His eyes flutter closed and he clings onto your frame as the seeds spill out over both your bodies. Panting softly, Simeon slowly opens his eyes to lock eyes with you. 

"I love you." He whispers in between breaths and smiles sweetly.

Your expression softens as you hear Simeon whisper "I love you." Your smile is gentle as you look back at Simeon, taking in every inch of the angel's flushed and exhausted body. You kiss him gently for a moment while savoring the dissipating tingles all over your body.

"I love you too, Simeon," you whisper softly as you roll over to the angel's side; pulling Simeon closer to your chest, covering both your damp bodies with a warm embrace. You hold Simeon close to your frame, never wanting to let go. You run your hands over Simeon's back and down his arms, your thumbs leaving warm trails wherever they go. "You are my love, angel... my precious, sweet Simeon."

"Let's take some rest, shall we?" you hush in a whisper, your voice rasping with fatigue and pleasure.

Simeon wraps his arms around you, embracing you tightly as well. His touch is soft and delicate as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Mine," he whispers to himself. He lays his head down on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. 

"Mine." The whispers continue as he caresses your body. "It's so hard to resist, but you're mine. Mine, mine, mine forever." His breathing grows slower and less erratic, his eyes closing as he drifts into a deep, restorative slumber.

[tumbleweed-run]

Kinktober 2024 Day 1: Gender Swap

Gender Swapped Gale Bloodweave

“In here, now, wizard,” Astarion growled as he grabbed Gale by the wrist and tugged him into an unoccupied room. 

Gale yelped as he was forced sideways into the room, tumbling awkwardly to a stop. The awkwardness made Astarion smile, a wicked thing but a smile nonetheless. It reminded him how less than six hours ago Gale had looked entirely different.

For reasons Astarion didn’t care to fully understand their current scheme had required the wizard to effect a disguise. Normally, Astarion would have been their go to for that but they needed Gale’s knowledge of the place - and, of course, for their wizard to not be recognized. And somehow that lead to the vision that was now awkwardly standing before him. 

As it turned out, Gale made for a very pretty woman. 

Gale’s hair was not much longer than it had been on his male body, the same color too, but this time it was knotted into a bun. Loose tendrils fell to frame his now softer and hairless face. 

“Astarion, I would really like to return to my previous state,” Gale whined annoyedly. This voice was also new and Astarion was far more interested in listening to its tone than its words. It was distinctly feminine despite still being low and husky. It was almost, almost, not irritating. 

Astarion realized with much interest that Gale’s lips had been painted. It was done with far too much skill to have been done by the wizard himself, so he imagined Shadowheart had taken pity and done his makeup. 

“Later,” Astarion said absentmindedly as he finally let go of the wizard’s wrist and took a step back- openly staring. 

Gale’s skin flushed. His cheeks, his neck, and most enticingly the small portion of his chest that was exposed for Astarion to see. Gale was, unfortunately, still wearing a wizard's robe keeping much of his body hidden. But what could not be concealed entirely were Gale’s very ample and lovely breasts. 

Astarion’s hands were already working on opening the slim leather belt that Gale wore today before he realized it. 

“Will you stop,” Gale snapped indignantly, he attempted to shove Astarion’s hands away.

Astarion grinned once more and, with a little flourish, tossed the now-opened belt behind him. Gale looked like he was about ready to argue again but Astarion quickly slid into his space, forcing the wizard back against the wall. Much to his amusement, this female version of Gale was several inches shorter than Astarion, and the top of Gale’s head barely reached the vampire’s lips. In order for the wizard to glare at him he was forced to look up in their now crowded position. 

Astarion watched as the change in their heights registered in Gale’s eyes. 

“Now,” Astarion drawled after allowing that realization to sit for a moment, “I would very much like to see what you look like under this robe.” His hand slowly worked at a fastening on the wizard’s robe.

Gale swallowed, eyes that hadn’t changed much searched Astarion’s face for a second before he nodded. “Alright,” he said rather breathlessly. 

Astarion barely let him finish the word before he’d managed to open the robe entirely. Gale was quiet but compliant and shrugged the robe off. In just trousers and a shirt Astarion realized two thing. The first being that these were absolutely not Gale’s clothes and were likely borrowed. The second being that they’d been unable to collect the correct garments and Astarion could just barely make out the dusky tips of Gale’s nipples through the cream-colored linen. 

Unable to help himself Astarion brushed the back of his knuckle against one of Gale’s nipples. Gale yelped in surprise and attempted to throw himself backward but only managed to flatten further against the wall. 

Astarion couldn’t help the predatory grin that spread across his face. 

Gale swallowed. 

It was short work to pull the shirt from Gale’s trousers. And even shorter to snake a hand beneath it, fingers deftly finding a nipple with a pinch. Once more, Gale yelped, only this time his back bowed pressing his breast into Astarion’s hand. 

“Does it feel different I wonder?” Astarion asked conversationally as he began softly kneading at the warm globe of flesh. The wizard never objected to having his nipples played with but this response was certainly new. 

“Yes,” Gale was forced to swallow several times before he managed even to say that singular word.

Astarion grinned again as he dropped his hand to the waistband of Gale’s trousers. “I wonder what else feels different,” he hummed, fingers already plucking laces open. 

Gale grabbed at Astarion’s wrist and the vampire froze, one of the laces still held between his fingers. 

“Astarion, I’m not sure this is the most prudent idea,” Gale insisted.

“You’ve given our friends what they needed, did you not?”

Gale nodded. 

“Then why not allow ourselves some fun?” Astarion asked. “The job is done, and besides,” he allowed a pout to color his words, “don’t you want to know what if feels like when I fuck your pretty pussy?”

The flush that covered Gale’s skin did, in fact, reach his breasts. His pupils were blown wide at the idea, but still Astarion refused to move again.

“Say the word, wizard,” he reminded. 

Gale’s mouth worked for a moment without words before, “yes, alright, yes,” spilled from his lips. 

Astarion immediately forewent finishing the opening of Gale’s trousers and instead leaned down and lifted the wizard up over his shoulder. He laughed at Gale’s indignant shriek and turned, making his way towards the bed in the room. He was fully capable of carrying Gale like this regularly but the move only seemed to punctuate the changes that magic had brought to the wizard’s body. 

With just as much ease Astarion tossed Gale onto the bed, earning him yet another indignant noise. Ignoring him, Astarion set to work pulling his boots off. Idly he recognized these as belonging to Shadowheart, but the thought was was tossed out just as he did the boots. 

“You don’t have to manhandle me,” Gale protested just as Astarion grabbed for the waistband of his trousers again and began pulling them down.

“Why not?” Astarion challenged, “you’re certainly enjoying it.”

Gale didn’t even bother refuting his statement; he merely looked away from Astarion as he pulled his legs to make stripping him even easier. 

“The shirt, wizard,” Astarion demanded as he tossed the trousers in roughly the same direction as the boots. 

As Gale awkwardly wiggled the shirt off of his body Astarion found himself distracted. Objectively he’d known, had smelt, that Gale’s transformation had been total but seeing was a whole other thing. Astarion had become… fond, of Gale’s cock in the last few weeks. It was gone. Instead, a very similar dark and curly thatch of hair beckoned him to press the wizard’s legs wide. 

And he did. 

Gale was nearly panting as he watched Astarion look his fill, newly uncovered breast rising and falling rapidly. 

Astarion allowed his hands to skate up the insides of Gale’s legs. Barely touching and causing the wizard to wiggle and spread them even wider. He was wet, moisture greeting Astarion’s fingers before they were anywhere near the core of his body. When he swiped a finger just barely between the folds of this new cunt Gale let out a noise - something between a yelp and a moan. 

Without the intention of being seductive, purely for his own curiosity, Astarion lifted his fingers to his mouth and lapped. This time the noise ripped out of Gale was absolutely a moan which brought back Astarion to his previous mission. Another press of his fingers between Gale’s legs, another moan from the wizard, and Astarion held out his glistening fingers towards him. 

“Do you want to taste yourself,” he asked, his own voice husky.

There was a momentary flash of embarrassment on Gale’s face, but it was gone as quickly as Astarion had recognized it. It was replaced almost immediately by interest. 

“Yes,” Gale agreed with a sharp nod of his head. The unceremonious way Astarion had deposited him on the bed along with the less than tactful removal of his shirt had caused the knot of hair to come loose. 

Astarion kneeled onto the bed, bringing his fingers closer to Gale. The wizard leaned up and tentatively darted his tongue out to probe at the vampire’s fingers. He seemed to roll the taste around his tongue for just a moment before sucking Astarion’s fingers into his mouth. With skill that had previously caused Astarion to wonder exactly what that wizard had been doing with his mouth in the past, Gale cleaned the taste of himself from Astarion’s skin. 

Astarion felt his cock throb against his trousers, reminding him of the blatant neglect he was suffering. He badly wanted to fuck Gale but knew being unkind now would certainly not earn him any repeats of this particular bit of magic. So instead he squeezed himself with his free hand, drawing Gale’s eye and causing him to stop lapping at Astarion’s fingers. 

“Don’t worry, wizard, I promise to cum inside of you,” Astarion said, tapping his newly released fingers against Gale’s lips.  He allowed himself a few more lazy strokes through his clothing.

The muscles of Gale’s stomach tightened for a moment, clearly affected by his words.  Astarion laughed and trailed his fingers down over Gale’s chin, over the rapid pulse beating against his neck, and down once more to his breasts. He pinched at one nipple and then the other, causing Gale to whimper and throw his head back against the bed. As tempted as he was to continue playing Astarion force himself to move on, fingers gliding across the plane of the wizard’s stomach. 

Astarion did not hesitate as he pressed a finger inside of Gale. He was so wet that the single digit slid in easily, with the first experimental pump Gale’s eyes slid closed. With the second he whimpered, thighs falling open even wider. 

Astarion’s attention was split between the wizard’s face as he tried to process these new sensations and the sight of Astarion’s slickened finger pressing in and out of him. He was careful not to touch Gale anywhere else, certainly not the tiny bundle of nerves he caught glimpses off as he moved his finger - no matter how tempting. Once Gale’s muscles were all drawn taut and he was whimpering with each breath Astarion carefully pressed a second finger inside of the wizard. 

“Oh gods, Astarion,” Gale cried as he threw an arm over his face. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” Astarion praised, reveling how the muscles of Gale’s cunt tightened around his fingers at his words. 

“I can’t wait to feel you around my cock,” he continued, the thrust of his fingers speeding up.

Gale was writhing uncontrollably as Astarion continued to fuck him with his finger. His hips were rolling with each withdrawal, chasing after the full sensation he was experiencing for the first time. He was also making noise so freely that if their friends hadn’t cleared the area when Astarion had stolen the wizard away into the room they certainly knew what was happening now.

“Astar-” Gale began, words aborted with another thrust of the vampire’s fingers. “Please,” he whimpered finally. 

“Please what?” Astarion asked as he abruptly slowed. Now he drug his fingers out of Gale, scissoring them as wide as he could as he went. 

The muscles in Gale’s thighs flexed violently as he seemed to barely restrain himself from fucking down onto Astarion’s hand. 

“I don’t,” his voice was raspy with use and lust, “I don’t know.”

Astarion, in an uncharacteristically gentle moment, soothed his unbusy hand firmly over the wizard’s thigh. “I know what you want,” he cooed almost kindly. 

With that Astarion allowed his thumb to slide between the folds of Gale’s cunt and press against his clit. A few soft circles in combination with the now softer thrusts was all it took. Gale’s arm flew off his face finally to grip the bed below him, back bowing up almost unnaturally as he came. He was nearly silent, mouth opened wide in a silent yell, as his muscles contracted wildly around Astarion. 

As Gale’s body relaxed and he remembered how to breathe again, Astarion carefully pulled his now soaked hand away. He kept his other hand on the wizard’s thigh, softly keeping pressure. 

“Fuck,” was all Gale managed after yet another minute.

Astarion laughed. “Oh wizard, we’re not done,” he promised. 

Gale looked at him questioningly. 

“I promised to cum inside of you,” Astarion responded, lewdly dragging his wet fingers on Gale’s stomach.