#fang's sultry eyes

[noraigo]

[cammys-imagines24]

°•Astarion Drinking Your Blood•°

Oh, Astarion never tires of your taste.

Whether it's his first time drinking from you or the hundredth.

You were his first human after all.

But even if he hadn't of lived centuries slaking his thirst with that of vermin...

Forcing their rotten, diseased blood down his hungry maw in sheer desperation...

The Vampire would still find your blood to be like ambrosia from the gods.

The sweetest thing to grace his tongue and warm his belly.

Sometimes it's hard to stop, if Astarion is being honest with himself.

But he loves you too, too much to put you in any mortal peril.

Though after a feeding you may feel dizzy and need to recuperate the next day.

It's just, after so long dining upon infected, squirming rats with mottled fur and yellowing buck teeth...

In the shadows of night, prowling the pests and repugnant riffraff.

He can't help himself and he's grateful you allow him to indulge a little.

But despite however ravenous he is, he's always gentle.

Pulling you close and kissing the moonlit column of your throat.

Tenderly wrapping his ivory arms around your waist, his tone sultry while whispering sweet nothings and gratitudes in your ear.

Astarion is so well versed in his ministrations that you've come to want him to feed off of you just as much as he wants, no, needs to be fed by you.

You relishing his hands leaving indents in the flesh of your hips and his breath upon your nape...

Often finding yourself tugging on strands of his curled silver locks to pull him closer.

Until no space is between you two. Until his mouth touches your neck.

And once it does, Astarion can't help but close his eyes, an involuntary shudder resounding through his whole body at the perfume of you.

Your essence a seductive potion which the Vampire would gladly, willingly lap up forever and ever.

No matter how gentle and inviting he makes the build up though, there's simply nothing to be done about the initial pain.

Astarion can't help the fact that once he bares his pearly, white fangs and sinks them into the sensitive flesh of your neck that it's unpleasant.

His fangs like two white hot pokers burrowing into your jugular vein, causing a muffled scream to leave you.

Your bottom lip plump from how hard you gnaw at it.

He does hate your scream. It revolts him that he's the cause of it.

But it is a momentary distress from you before you reassuringly comb through his hair again.

And after a few labored breaths, you ease into the pain. Getting used to it every single time.

By then he's drunk on you. Gorging himself on the nectar of your life. The crimson, pulsing river of your very being.

He's practically sent to heaven with each swallow and he never thought a spawn like him would get there.

Once you go slack in Astarion's arms he holds you tight, cradling your warm body. His fingers ghosting over your chest, hips, stomach...

And when your heartbeat begins to slow that's when he forces himself to pull away.

Licking the scarlet stream which drips down the two raw puncture wounds.

Cleaning up his mess all the way down to the start of your cleavage, exposed from your unlaced shirt.

Aftercare is incredibly important to Astarion and he is quick to sweep you up bridal style in his arms.

Tucking you safely into your shared bed and fetching you a glass of cool water.

You, weakened and tired, putting up little fuss but managing to smile at him and reach out to take his hand.

He wastes no time, falling into bed with you and pulling you close so your head is upon his chest.

He keeps you in a vice grip all night long so that any who would dare come to harm you in your diminished state would have to go through him first.

And he damn well would never let any harm come to you, save that of the wounds he assaults upon your neck.

And with you content but exhausted in Astarion's arms he licks his red stained lips and smiles in satisfaction.

He thinks you are a marvel really, to allow him to drink your blood in the first place.

To consent willingly and give him a taste of pure ecstasy.

And with his flushed cheeks and twinkling, enlivened crimson eyes, he places a kiss on your forehead.

Whispering how very much he loves you while you sleep soundly upon his chest.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Five Times [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: An evening of psychological foreplay comes to a head. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Loki x Female Reader. Smut. Established relationship. Possessive/Soft Dom Loki. Non-toxic jealousy. Language. (w/c 1.6k)

“You look so ravishing, I can barely stand to ruin you-” Loki growls unconvincingly as he backs you against the bedpost.

The sweet tang of jealousy seeps from him, clinging to his skin and hair and wicked smile the way the black suit clings to his muscles.

“-But I will,” he promises darkly. It times perfectly to the press of his forearm against the wood above your head.

Before you can muster a response, his face is buried in your neck. Biting, pulling.

His angular jaw presses feverishly against your collarbone, licking and groaning against the skin. This is one of the ways, he has. One of the ways to be his. The deeper part of him that wants to feel he might lose you. It awakens the deepest part that knows he never could.

The sharp of his teeth graze against your pulse-point, and for a second, just a second, you think he might sink in with invisible fangs. Suck you dry, like the vampire you always suspected he might be. And what’s more, tonight you’d let him.

Five times, he'd tried to whisk you away at tonight’s event to take care of dark business in dark corners. And five times, you turned him down. Just as he had asked.

And each time, as instructed, you found one of the others to dance with. Steve, Bruce, Sam, Bucky, Scott. Winding your arms around their necks, running your hands down their chests. Five men, five dances. Pawns in you and your lover's elaborate foreplay. And each time, Loki’s cock had grown harder; concealed only by magic. Just.

His towering body is pressed flushed to yours. Every inch of your god from his dress shoes to the thick muscles straining against the collar of his shirt is in contact with your heated flesh. His stomach melds against your chest, the rise and fall of shallow breaths making you dizzy.

Loki’s hair falls like a veil, shielding you from a reality where anything exists but him. As if you could ever need anything else.

Hot breath and the settled musk of his cologne floods your nostrils in ragged, heavy pants. Possession soaks the hungry pull of his mouth over yours. The god’s lips are wet, a mix of his frantic kisses and the saliva welling in his mouth at the scent of you. The feel of you. The loss of you, if only for a moment.

No. Five moments. Frantically wandering hands find their way up your back, fingers digging beneath the tight back of your sultry gown. This dress cost a month’s salary, and he’s about to tear it right- -riiiiip Ruined fabric skates over your hips, fluttering to rest by your ankles. “Apologies,” he mutters unapologetically.

The god’s hands run up your waist, palming your breasts upwards. He stares at them, mouth hanging open. There’s a noise in his throat that’s an inhuman frequency. That could wake the dead and call them to his will. “Loki,” you whine needily, batting your lashes as his darkened eyes rise to meet your own. There is little of your sentimental lover in those eyes tonight. Tonight, he wants to fuck.

He growls again. It grows louder behind the clench of his teeth as his hands fly to his belt, undoing the buckle with uncharacteristic sloppiness. You begin to yank at his tie, loosening his collar and pulling it free. Loki smiles. It’s a cruel, close-lipped smile he saves for very special occasions these days. But his eyes sparkle.

In a flash, you are airborne. Loki has tossed you over the thick wooden end of the bedstead, and you land with a bounce on the mattress.

He chuckles darkly, pacing with aching slowness around the side. Long fingers toy with the porcelain buttons of his shirt. He un-pops one. And then two.

You shiver, the tension building in your body making you shake. “Lokiiii,” you whine again.

He looks through half-lidded eyes, the outline of his thick cock protruding against black suit trousers that are just a touch too tight. As always. You extend one leg, tracing his hard-on with your toes. The god tilts his head, releasing an impatient sigh. “Do not toy with me, woman” he breathes, sucking in air as you push your foot hard against the solid mass. “You’re toying with me, Laufeyson” you coo. It lights a fire behind his eyes. His chin lowers, dark tendrils falling sluttishly over the blades of his cheekbones. “Present yourself, then” he utters, laden with ceremony.

Holding eye-contact for as long as you can, you arrange yourself as instructed. On all fours. Loki groans behind you as you push your ass up, the inevitable slide of his palms over the round, soft flesh making you tremble. He squeezes firmly, and you feel his breath on your skin just for a moment, before his tongue traces the base of your spine. “My woman,” he murmurs against the curve. You hear the hum of a zipper, the gentle clink of metal as he brushes the buckle from its path. A moan of his name ruts from your throat, and the air in front of you shimmers. An ornate mirror melts into existence. It reveals your spread thighs, your breasts heaving and face inches from the mattress as you await Loki's reckoning.

He looms behind you, pushing his hair back with a rake of his fingers. It piles to one side, errant strands hanging and jutting from wild angles.

His shirt hangs open, exposing a sliver of taut milky skin. The bottom is untucked at the front, the back still holding its shape despite the splayed zipper exposing a flash of densely muscled hips.

In his hand he pumps his cock slowly. A bead of pre-cum glistens at the tip. He looks fucking devastating. And in the mirror, his eyes are fixed on yours.

“Say it, darling kvinne.” he orders quietly. “Fuck me, Loki...” you manage breathlessly. Wetness slips between your legs, and you realise with a shameful thrill that you’re humping air. “Fuck you?” he goads. He tuts. The god bites his lip, releasing it slowly with a slurping groan, pleasuring himself leisurely to the image of your desperation. “Not make love to you?” One brow cocks, awaiting your response. Your forehead dips to the mattress, sobbing in frustration as you gather silken bedsheets in your fists. The cool of his belt buckle presses to your ass, fingers curling around the base of your neck. He urges your face gently upwards, meeting your own eyes in the mirror. “Very well." he purrs. "Then fuck...we shall.” The fat head of Loki’s cock nudges against your sopping entrance, squelching. His ragged moan rips air as he squeezes inside, a thick vein which runs from the root of his manhood up the shaft dragging against your plump walls. “F-fuck. ” he curses as you cling on for dear life.

The joy of him filling you is instant, an utter satisfaction the like of which you’ve never known. Loki seats himself to the hilt, the dual sensation of his pubic hair and the leather belt slung around his hips making you clench.

“I warn you,” he gasps on the exhale, “I am unlikely to last. Not after tonight.” All you can managed is garbled praises as he begins to thrust.

Again and again, he bottoms out. His cock pulls against the lip of your pussy, nudging against the sticky entrance before sheathing tight once more. The gratuitously filthy words dripping from his tongue made even filthier by the rich velvet of his voice.

You can’t take your eyes off him in the mirror, chin tipped to the ceiling as he loses himself in your heavenly cunt. Loki’s fingertips dig into your hips, trembling with the effort of containing his strength.

He delves deeper, disgustingly sensual moans and whines escaping his throat as your arousal slips and slides against his cock. His thrusts are sloppy, desperate. The hard mass of his thighs slaps against the back of your own as he bucks, gyrates, consumes you from the centre of his masculinity.

He’s transfixed, staring down as he watches his slippery, throbbing member disappear inside you again and again. A delicate dangle of drool lands on the base of your spine. Loki is so close already. He won't last, he said. And he meant it. Strands of hair stick against his forehead, buffeting against the pants from his lips as he takes you over the side of his bed.

You grip the bedsheets tighter, losing yourself in his lust. The vein in his neck throbs, pulsing with the need to empty himself inside you. “No one,” he gasps as his hips shake at your back end. “No one, f-ucks you-” He lets out a strangled moan, moist cotton-clad stomach moulding to your back, “no-one fucks you but me. ” “N-no-one,” you cry, voice shaking as climax begins to rattle through your core. “Loki...oh, f-fuck, Loki yes..uhh-god, f-fuckk-” You look up, just as his eyes close to the world and his face flushes pink. The god’s neck is straining, the clench of his jaw and the bulge of his throat pushing you over the edge. He straightens, fingertips digging into your hips as climax thunders through him.

Loki’s jaw hangs, brows peaked as you feel the force of his load explode deep inside your cunt. A roar of your name fills the air. Erratic thrusts continue in the mess, milking himself inside your ripe heat that blossoms only for him. “Only for me...” he rumbles breathlessly as your eyes meet in the mirror.

His stomach curls against your back again, one hand sliding up the curve of your breasts, fingers curling around your jaw. A digit slips into your mouth. You suck.

“Only for you.” you echo, muffled against the finger resting on your tongue. And behind you, Loki smiles.

"One down, four to go." he whispers.

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[daisynik7]

Pairing: Alucard x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

cw: vampires, blood, periods, smut – cunnilingus during a period, vaginal sex (doggy), creampie

Author’s Note: I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, thanks for all those who encouraged me by saying they'd read this hehe. Enjoy! Divider by @/ohmarigold!

It’s been a little less than a month since you waltzed into the desolate castle nearly ten miles from your hometown. You’ve heard the rumors about it through whispers on the streets and drunken confessions at the bar. It’s Dracula’s estate, the bearer of demons and disaster, though he has since perished. It’s been told that the deed was done at the hands of his own son, Adrian Tepes, better known as Alucard. Surely, you had to check this out for yourself to see if the legend stands true.

What you didn’t predict was falling for the allusive charm of the son of Dracula. That you’d be living here as a permanent resident and take the role as Alucard’s forever human plaything. And that you love it. You love him. In the span of a few short weeks, you’ve completely abandoned your mundane life to share your exciting future with this dhampir. It really is something out of legends.  

Tonight, you lie in bed with him, snuggled close to his body. His breath tickles you, his fangs barely grazing skin as he presses delicate kisses along your neck. You giggle, running your hand through his silky hair, tugging him back to kiss him on the mouth. “Adrian,” you whisper, sucking on his bottom lip.

His fingers are nimble on your thighs, inching their way closer and closer to your arousal until you grab at his wrist, stopping him. He looks at you, confused. “What is it, darling?” 

Your cheeks are hot with embarrassment, turning your head the other direction to avoid his brilliant gaze on you. “I’m bleeding,” you answer meekly.

“Bleeding?” 

You nod, confirming it, still too shy to look him in the eyes. He contemplates for a few seconds, understanding what you’re trying to say to him. Then, he laughs softly, giving you a delicate smooch on the cheek. “Oh, sweetheart. You think that’s going to stop me?” He nuzzles your ear, voice low and sultry. “I’m even hungrier for it now.”

Your cheeks burn, simultaneously flustered and aroused as he quickly positions himself between your legs, his golden eyes burning into yours, full of lust and desire. He tugs at your undergarments, already a dark spot of crimson leaking through it. Without hesitation, he sticks his tongue out, lapping at it for a taste before puckering his lips to suck on the damp fabric. He hums, delighting in the taste of you, of your blood. The mere thought of it makes you dizzy but seeing him smirk at you with your ruined panties between his lips has you aching. “Touch me, Adrian,” you beg, voice trembling. 

He pulls your underwear down your legs, breath warm on your loins as he speaks. “Touch you how, sweetheart?” He knows exactly what you want, but he’s going to torment you just a bit for almost denying him this pleasure. “Like this?” He licks a stripe on your clit, causing you to squirm from the sudden contact. 

“Yes, Adrian, fuck!” you cry out, your shout echoing from the high ceilings of his bedroom.

“You want me to taste you, is that right?” he taunts, giving you another stroke of his tongue, this time slower and more deliberate.

You nod frantically, clutching the sheets beneath you. He smiles, kissing the plush of your thigh, relenting his cruel teasing. “Of course, my love. I’ll give you whatever it is that you want.” He slides down, his mouth at your wet cunt, glistening with fresh blood and arousal. He licks his lips, ready to indulge in this fine meal you’ve laid before him. 

His thumb rests on your throbbing clit, massaging deep circles into it while he laps at your slit, consuming every single drop of you. Soon, his lips are smeared rouge, his fangs stained red, his pristine skin blushing scarlet, completely enthralled in devouring you. He bucks his hips against the bed, desperate for friction on his hardening cock. A guttural moan emits from his throat as he fucks you into an orgasm with his tongue and fingers, eager to drink all of your juices up. 

“You taste divine,” he purrs. “May I keep going?”

And who are you to deny a vampire of their deepest desires? You give him a weak nod, spreading your legs wider, body already quivering from ecstasy. He pleasures you into three more orgasms until your brain is mush and your limbs are limp against the sheets. Finally, he finishes inside you, taking you from behind, fucking his seed deep into your womb. He watches with a wanton gaze as he pulls out, cock dripping with your combined mess. 

Alucard really is a legend, and you’re more than happy to have found that out for yourself. 

[avvwritesstufff]

HALLOWEEN~PB⁵

Summary- Reader and Paige have a friends with benefits type of situation and their friends don’t know but they find out at the campus halloween party

Warning- Eating out(r! receiving) nothing else i don’t think…

yall chill on me bc it’s my first fic

Tonight was the big campus Halloween party, and Paige and I decided to go as matching vampires. Basic, sure, but undeniably cute. We got ready together, layering on the dark makeup and fangs. Paige insisted on pouring fake blood down my arm, laughing as she did.

"You look hot as fuck," she said, grinning as she stepped back to admire her handiwork.

"Aw, thanks, Bueckers. Can't say the same about you, though," ! teased, leaning in close, just to pull away at the last second, leaving her hanging.

With a laugh, I grabbed my bag, and we headed out. We'd decided not to drive, so we hitched a ride with Yanna and Ice.

When we got to the party, it was everything we'd expected-loud, wild, and packed with our friends. We found the group and quickly got into the spirit of things, which meant getting trashed, of course.

At some point, Paige and I broke off from the others, just walking around, dancing, and vibing. It was perfect-until I noticed a girl with black hair eyeing Paige a little too intently.

"That girl keeps eye-fucking you, P," I said, my annoyance probably too obvious.

"Who? The one with the black hair?" Paige asked, glancing around.

"You spotted her that quick?" | shot back, trying to keep my jealousy under wraps.

"Oh yeah, I met her at the bar earlier. She's hot," Paige said, looking back at me with a smirk.

"Paige Madison Bueckers," | warned, grabbing her arm before she could make a move, "Walk over there, and I'll beat your ass. You're staying here with me."

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, instantly obedient, though I could see the teasing glint in her eyes.

The rest of the night, Paige kept trying to make me jealous, playing it up just to get under my skin.

Eventually, we both had enough drinks to let loose completely, and we started dancing together.

Paige's hands were wrapped around my waist as I sang along to “Dress" by Taylor Swift, each lyric dripping with intention.

"I don't want you as a best friend, only bought this dress so you could take it off," | sang, my voice low and sultry, looking directly at her.

"Is that a promise?" Paige whispered in my ear, her breath hot against my skin.

"We can make it one," | smirked, but before things could go further, Aubrey and Aaliyah's voices cut through the moment, calling for us from across the house.

Reluctantly, we made our way over, ending up on a couch that was too crowded. I ended up on Paige's lap, not that I was complaining. We were playing some game, but I wasn't interested-I was too focused on Paige, leaning against her, feeling bold and, honestly, horny as fuck.

"I need you, P," | whispered into her ear.

Her eyes widened in shock, but she didn't waste a second before excusing us from the group. I led her out of the room, barely able to keep my composure.

A bedroom in a frat house wasn't ideal, but it would have to do. As soon as the door shut behind us, Paige locked it and immediately pressed me against the wall, our lips crashing together. I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer as she lifted me by my thighs, her lips trailing down my neck.

"Fuck," I gasped, barely able to speak as she smiled against my skin, lowering me onto the bed. I quickly flipped us over, straddling her hips as I grabbed her face and kissed her again, more deeply this time.

Paige's hands found my hips, guiding me as I ground against her.

"V..." she breathed out, her voice laced with desire.

I couldn't help but smile against her lips, keeping the rhythm. "A bedroom in a frat house wasn't where I imagined this happening," I joked, even as my heart raced.

"Hmm, so you've imagined us, huh?" Paige teased, flipping me over again, moving me to the edge of the bed. She started pulling down my underwear and stockings, her eyes meeting mine for permission. When I nodded, she spread my legs, kissing up my thighs before diving in, making me gasp her name.

We were so caught up that we didn't hear the knocking at first, but it quickly became impossible to ignore. Paige and I shared a panicked look as we scrambled to make ourselves presentable.

Paige went to the door, trying to act casual, only to find Yanna and Nika on the other side.

"Yo?" Paige greeted them, clearly trying not to panic.

"Oh, hey, p," Nika said, looking relieved. "We finally found yous. We're getting ready to go."

"Yeah, alright," Paige said, smiling as I stepped into view.

"Hey, guys!" | added, trying to sound normal despite everything.

"Someone's in a good mood," Yanna said with a knowing smile as she looked at me. I just smiled back as Paige wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close.

"Well, we're heading back. Are you coming?" Nika asked, trying not to overreact in the moment.

"Yeah," Paige replied, and we followed them out.

Once outside, Nika went to ride with Aubrey, Azzi, Caroline, and Amari, all heading to our dorm.

That left me, Paige, Aaliyah, Ice, and Yanna in Yanna’s car.

The car ride was quick and quiet, everyone too tired to talk. As soon as we got back to the dorm, i went to mine and paige went to hers to shower and change.

Nika barged in “OMG YOU AND PAIGE FUCKED” she yelled

“woah nik calm down” you said grabbing her shoulders laughing.

“THAT IS CRAZY- WELL WE ALL KNEW YOU GUYS WERE HOOKING UP BUT OMG” She continued to yell.

“The fuck- anyways nika its 2 am. please stop yelling.” I tell nika as we sit on my bed. I explain our situation to her.

“yo- oh hey nika?” paige says walking in.

“ugh if you guys are gonna fuck again, i’m sleeping at naheims. gay bitches” nika says joking and walking out.

[megistusdiary]

ur favorite dehya anon is here miauuuu :3 i was pondering about it but since dehya is catlike, she'd have heat cycles methinks and i feel like during those she just wants to breed you nonstop sighhh i want her so bad - 🦁

omg hi pookie, welcome back. i also agree, and i hope it's ok that i made dehya a lion hybrid in this :3

𝖉𝖊𝖍𝖞𝖆 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖙

dom!lioness dehya x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, breeding kink, strap usage (cum-filled...), reader in 'kitty' outfit, lioness!dehya in heat, size difference, cunnilingus + fingering, tail-plug insertion

you stand in the mirror, assessing your body and fiddling with the delicate lace lingerie.

is this too much? archons, you feel silly all dolled up like this. would she even like it? would it make her feel strange? she isn't a housecat, after all, she is a lioness.

you smooth your shaky hands down your exposed sides, adjusting the light blue fabric of the bra, followed by the elegant little collar, the bell softly chiming, finishing with fluffing up your soft kitty ear headband.

"this... is ridiculous." you sigh, though you're startled from your thoughts by a knock at the bedroom door.

"are you in there, sweetheart?" dehya asks through the door. you can hear how sultry her voice is, despite the exhaustion from her long day.

"yes!" you squeak quickly, holding the bell to prevent it from making noise as you rush to the door, hand hesitating over the knob.

the moment you open the door, she's on you, pulling you in before you can register her touch. "are you purposefully trying to tempt me?" she grunts into your hair, feeling you shiver.

"you...like it?"

she pulls away, guiding your chin up to meet her gaze, seeing her eyes dilate when she looks at you. "you have no idea how much i want you." she mumbles, leaning down to capture your lips.

her tongue is slightly rough (thank her lioness genes) as it rubs over yours, coaxing out pathetic little mewls and whines from you. she backs you into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with a harsh slam before pressing you up against the wall.

she lifts you, like you weigh nothing at all, continuing to kiss you fervently, stealing your breath right from the source.

her lips trail down your neck, sharp fangs teasing your skin, lapping over the tender flesh with her roughened tongue. "may i have you?" she grunts. "please?"

she sounds so sweet, despite how clearly she is restraining herself, claws digging into your skin. "yes." you answer breathlessly, gasping when she lifts you, tossing you onto the bed.

she leans up, looming over you. there's something different in the way she looks at you, with those cute little ears on your head. she bites her lip, her cunt grinding against your ass as if she could breed you herself.

"a kitty..." she comments, stroking your cheek, gentle compared to her rutting against you. "such a pretty girl."

"there... are other um... gifts for you." her fluffy ears perk up at your soft words, letting you sit up.

you crawl across the bed, digging through the drawer to retrieve two boxes. "one, i guess i need help with. the other, you'll know what to do with."

she tears open the first box, seeing a fluffy white tail matching the ears, connected to a shiny plug meant to fit snugly into you. her heart races at the thought of seeing you with both the tail and ears, how you really would look like such a good little kitty under her.

"i haven't tried to put it in yet, so-"

"i'll handle it." she interrupts, ripping into the second box. this one has her shakily exhaling as she removes the bottle.

it's for the strap you had gotten her for her birthday; the fillable one.

this new bottle was supposed to mimic thicker cum, something that would stick, so to speak.

she looks up at you, her pupils nearly expanding to the size of her eyes. "this is- i..." she stumbles, shaking her head in disbelief and awe.

she drops both gifts onto the bed, attacking you with nips and kisses all the way down your body. she doesn't bother removing your panties, merely sliding them to the side to lap messily at your pussy.

you mewl beneath her, thighs squeezing her head as she indulges in you, nose pressed to your clit while her tongue wiggles its way into you. she groans, moving more eagerly tonight.

her fingers join in eventually, her tongue instead overstimulating your clit while her newly dulled nails rub your g-spot. she watches your every reaction, eyes narrowing at your little breaths and whimpers.

she wants to please you; her pretty little mate. she wants to prepare you well, to give you plenty of little kits with her. she wants to fill you up, to watch it bulge in your stomach and leak out of you.

after two orgasms have been coaxed out of you, she is more than eager to have you, positioning you perfectly on all fours. she gently pushes your back into a divine arch, peeling your panties down your thighs, using lube to slide around your other hole.

"is this okay?" she asks, though her breathing is labored. she's desperate to see it in you.

you nod into the blankets, looking back at her with such a pathetic little expression. "please... yes... want-"

she eases her fingers in first, carefully stretching you out. she takes her time, humping the bed while she does so. once she thinks you're ready, the plug slides in. she goes extra slow, letting you get accustomed to it until it sits perfectly in you.

she eyes the tail with interest, how it moves when you do. she moans softly, a shaky gasp as she holds your hips still.

she flings her clothes off, tearing your panties completely off, spreading your thighs for her to have a good look at you while she fills and puts on the strap. "you're beautiful..." she murmurs, sliding the strap up and down your soaked cunt, gathering your slick on her tip.

she slides in, feeling you squeeze around her, tighter than usual with the plug occupying your other hole and she grunts, nearly poking holes in your hips as she fucks you open.

the tail bounces, swinging with each thrust, only serving to egg her on more along with your pretty moans. the bell on your collar jingles so cutely, and her hand finds itself wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you clench around her.

she grows feral, fucking you with a purpose, rough enough to leave bruises as she treats you like a toy beneath her. you're so fragile, so delicate, but for now, you're her mate. you can take what she gives you.

her thrusts are angled deliberately into your g-spot, enjoying your melodic whimpers. "good girl, fuck-" she grunts, slamming into you, yanking you back against her like a little doll until you cum for her.

you cry out her name, clawing at the bedsheets while your kitty ears go lopsided. she fucks you right through it, pushing the limits until she can make you cum around her cock again.

"dehya- dehya- please!" you practically sob. "fill me!" you wail, like a real kitty in heat.

she shakes, fucking you harder until she finally decides it's time.

it does feel thicker, filling every part of you as you moan softly, twitching on the bed while she shoves herself as deep as she can go in you.

she licks over all the bites and clawmarks she's left, like a dutiful mate should, gently taking care of you, watching traces of the cum leak out around the cock stuffed in you.

"you look perfect. full of me. you'll take my kits well, sweetheart." she kisses your shoulders, gently easing out of you and watching the cum flood out. "but we can't have it all leaking out." she bites your shoulder, delighting in your yelp as she rips your bra off, shoving you into the bed while she prepares herself to fuck you yet again.

[xueyidweams]

you’re a memokeeper, a pretty strong one at that. you’ve had your eye on this pretty but cunning gambler for a while; fate always seemed to bring you two to the same place. you see him drinking away at a bar one day, you’ve been visiting Penacony for some time and know that the bar plays tango every week on this day so— why not use it as an opportunity to get into that pretty brain of his?

You put on your sultry voice, your body language relaxed and elegant as aventurine eyes you up after your invite for a dance. he accepted, took your hand and let you whisk him away to the dance floor. whether because he thinks of this as networking or simple pleasure of having one’s body close to another is of no matter to you. you give him a small smile as you slide your hands up and down his arms slowly, sensually. there’s no denying that, you aren’t trying to, how can anyone resist those eyes anyways? you make sure that every touch, every brush of your bodies is deliberate and with a purpose. push into his mind, you think as you dip him and he looks into your eyes. tipsy but not drunk and clearly enjoying this if him bouncing back to you every time you twirl him away is any sign.

his eyes are truly beautiful, yet terrifying. just from one look at his eyes there has been a tug at your heart, its painful, its of love and its of struggle and its strong yet oh so weak. You twirl him and dip him, your fingers curling around his waist, faces too close for this to be anything but flirting and chasing.

and you finally do it, you truly look into his eyes as you two are twirling each other in a warm yet unfamiliar way.

at first your heart is warm, your— no his mother’s voice filling your ears. her scent is so comforting, so familiar, so strange and so distant that you don’t even know if you can call her your mother. your heart screams with grief, tears itself apart with guilt and your soul bears its fangs with vengeance as you’re in a deserted place… your sister is crying and you don’t know what’s going on but it hurts so much to see tears on her face..

aventurine has taken the lead by now, your slightly limp movements and glazed eyes telling him all he needs to know and yet, he doesn’t hide his wounds and cuts. he lets you see him bare, he lets you look at his disgusting self— a gambler damned to always win, a kid with no one to embrace in the thick and suffocating darkness. he lets you see it, he lets you look and he doesn’t know why. maybe the alcohol. maybe.

your heart hurts so much, your soul wails and your teeth tear and bite as you kill others just like you… they had dreams they had families and now they had no one— just like you. and yet you had to kill them, if you want to make it out of here alive and burn everyone who has led you to this moment— you had to live and step on people just like you. the emotions are too much to bear, it should be a memokeeper’s dinner but it’s filled with such despair that your brain refuses to take it and you’re breathlessly pushed back to reality, the song on its final note, aventurine’s eyes looking deep into yours. your tears filled with pain that you have not experienced, filled with vengeance and anger that burns and yet it is not yours. and yet it hurts like it is.

he sees your tear stained face, pulls you up from the dip and you feel the brush of his finger and the coolness of his rings on your burning skin, and when he speaks his voice is filled with such mundane sadness that it tears you apart, “so what do you think, memokeeper?”

[r3starttt]

VAMPIRE ELLABS

AN: art creds to the insanely talented @guacemolyarts !!!!! (link on the title)

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You felt them before you saw them. They had hunted you before, night after night, as if drawn by some unspoken bond, their presence haunting your dreams and shadowing your waking hours. Each time, you managed to escape—barely slipping through their grasp, hiding in shadows and narrow alleyways. But anyone who dared to listen to your whispered fears, those few brave enough to heed your warnings, either mocked you or, worse, woke up dead. Now, standing alone under the canopy of ancient trees, you felt that familiar shiver crawl over your skin—a sick intuition that you were no longer alone.

Your fingers tightened around the dagger in your hand, its edge glinting under the pale moonlight. It was your last defense, your only comfort as you backed away, surrounded by the towering trees. But then, a cold hand snaked around your arm, freezing you in place, its touch delicate but unyielding. You looked down to find a hand with slender fingers, cool and pale as porcelain. “Leaving so soon?” a voice murmured, low and velvety, as if savoring every word. The voice alone was enough to make your heart stammer, sending an electric shiver down your spine.

You turned, your gaze falling on a brunette with piercing green eyes—Ellie. Her gaze pinned you in place, both beautiful and deadly, like a predator savoring its prey. Those green eyes were otherworldly, almost too perfect for something as flawed as a human—if she could even be called one. The slight smirk on her lips hinted at amusement, as if she found your resistance charming.

Before you could react, another presence pressed against your back—a taller, more commanding figure whose strength radiated from every inch of her body. Abby, the blonde, whose hair seemed to drink in the moonlight like it was made of silver, rested a firm hand on your shoulder, her grip a strange blend of gentleness and strength. You barely got a proper glance at her, but you could feel the power radiating from her, the unspoken promise that you would go nowhere. “We’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, her warm breath ghosting against your neck. Her voice was a sultry purr that sent a shiver through you, both terrifying and undeniably thrilling.

Ellie’s fingers traveled up, reaching your chin as she tilted your head, forcing your neck to arch, baring the vulnerable pulse beneath your skin. She leaned in, her lips just a whisper away from your throat, close enough that you could feel her cool breath tickle your skin. “Are you afraid?” she whispered, her voice a dark, teasing melody. The dagger slipped from your hand, falling into the soft earth with a muted thud as Ellie’s fingers tightened around your wrist, her grip effortlessly taking away any hope of escape.

Behind you, Abby’s hand slid from your shoulder to your waist, her touch steady but hungry, as if the mere feel of you under her fingers could soothe a gnawing ache. Her gaze held an almost reverent longing, her lips parting as her eyes traced over you. She was reserved, composed, but the raw hunger in her gaze was impossible to miss—a hunger that was barely restrained.

They exchanged a glance over your shoulder, a silent conversation, a wordless agreement that passed between them with predatory ease. Abby’s hand tightened on your waist, pulling you closer, until your back was flush against her chest. The scent of her, dark and intoxicating, filled your senses, making you dizzy. Her other hand found its way to your neck, pressing you gently against her as she leaned in, her lips brushing against the edge of your jaw, her fangs grazing your skin just enough to leave a faint, tingling line.

Ellie’s hands traveled to your hips, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles, her gaze darkening as she drank in your nervousness and your unwilling excitement. Her lips parted, and her breath feathered against your skin as she whispered, “We’ve waited so long for this.” Her fingers moved upward, pressing your neck gently, just enough to send another thrill through you, anchoring you in the horror and ecstasy of the moment.

You couldn’t move, couldn’t think—caught between the two of them, their cold hands and warm breaths overwhelming you. Abby’s hands slid lower, brushing against your stomach, her touch a ghostly caress that left a trail of anticipation. Her yellow-tinged eyes, filled with a dangerous yearning, met Ellie’s own dilated pupils, her gaze gleaming with barely-contained hunger.

Ellie leaned in first, her lips finding the pulse at your neck, pressing a soft kiss to the skin before her fangs grazed your throat. A shiver ran through you as her tongue flicked out, tasting you, savoring the warm rush of your skin. She sucked gently, a mockery of affection, her lips leaving faint marks as if to mark you as hers. Her fangs pierced your skin, sending a sharp, hot pain through you, and you gasped, the sensation both agonizing and oddly euphoric.

As a quiet whine escaped your lips, Abby’s hand cupped your face, turning you toward her, her fingers brushing your cheek with a gentleness that almost felt like love. Her gaze softened just a fraction as she looked down at you, her lips parting in a tender smile, her thumb brushing your lip in a gesture so intimate it left you breathless. “Shh,” she murmured, her voice a soothing lull. She leaned in, her lips finding yours, pressing a kiss so soft, so heartbreakingly gentle, that it left you trembling.

But the kiss only lasted a moment before her hunger overcame her restraint. Abby’s lips left yours, and her fangs pressed against your skin, right where Ellie’s bite had begun to fade. She bit down, harder, less restrained than Ellie, her grip on you unyielding as she drank deeply, each pull sending a wave of weakness through you, mingled with a strange, haunting euphoria.

You could feel them draining you, your heartbeat slowing, your vision blurring, as their hunger claimed you. The pain had softened into something strange, something that mingled with the intensity of their touch, the weight of their gaze, the cool caress of their fingers on your skin. You felt yourself slipping away, and yet, you weren’t afraid anymore.

You were theirs now, bound to them by blood and the dark thrill that pulsed between you.

The pleasure growing from the slightest touches over your pussy only makes the blood sweeter, more addictive.

You lay between them, naturally held by their bodies. Their fangs suck on each side of your neck, Ellies hand rubbing your clit while Abby massages your nipples, her cold arms hugging you still from the stomach. Her elbows almost hit into your ribs.

You whine and cry, not really because of the pain but because of how bad you need them and how ashamed you are for your sins. The pretty necklace on your neck shining- it was blinding at first. Their presence is as good as their touch and the praise of it all. "Please-" Ellie's nails pierce into your clavicle, her fangs deep into your neck, you can feel it's too deep this time by the obscene slurp of it and the warmth of your blood now runing threatening fast down your skin. And you get dizzy, the little light blinding until Abby's hands leave your nipples to go down you pussy, this time beneath the clothes.

You're so wet and she laughs at it, mocks you silently. Her fingers scissor your folds until she thrusts at you with ease. Each of them accompanied by the slap of her hand against your clit. "Look at you.... so sweet for us, baby. Such a good fucking girl." Ellie craddles your face sweetly.

Your blood drips down her own neck, almost matching you. It's truly the sweetest sight one can die to.

[serenbriar]

"I'll be your mirror"

"I want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. What you see."

You open your mind to Astarion, letting him see himself through the memories you've shared together since you met. You focus hardest on your favourite features of his, showing him his charming smile lines, the softness of his cupids bow, the way his silver hair curls around his pointy ears, those piercing sultry eyes, and the two subtle moles that adorn his left cheek.

"That's... That's me!" He stares at you wide eyed with disbelief, but you sense a certain sadness in his tone. His hands instinctively reach up to his own cheeks and remain there for a couple of seconds before the left trails down his neck to caress the two healed wounds punctured into his skin.

"I look so familiar, yet if I walked past myself in the city I wouldn't know it was me. That face... The red eyes, the fangs, I've never seen them and it's quite unsettling. You'd think after two hundred years I'd get used to the idea."

"Aside from the new additions, is it what you remember?"

"I.. I don't know." His voice catches. "I tried to hang on to the memories, to keep myself feeling, well, me. It's like when someone dies, after so long your memory fails you and their features become a blur, no matter how much you want to remember them. I don't even remember what colour those eyes were before they turned red."

He furrows his brow while his arms drop to his sides. A defeated sigh escapes his lips.

"Well, you've nothing to worry about. You've got a very good face."

His shoulders roll back and he lifts his chin, assuming his usual self-assured stance. "Oh darling, I knew I looked good. It's nice to have a reminder of how good." He winks, flashing a cheeky fanged smile.

Despite his wit, you can hear the gratitude in his voice while he takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, my love."

You nudge the shattered mirror on the floor with your foot. "You won't be needing that anymore. I will be your mirror whenever you desire."

[sorcerousundries]

I wanna ride

Face sitting with the baldurs gate 3 women

Includes: Lae’zel, Shadowheart,Karlach

Warnings: NSFW content, AFAB!reader, Facesitting, cunillingus,fingering(Lae’zel, shadowheart) bondage,biting/marking (Lae’zel). blindfolds, implied shibari, sensory play(ice cubes)(Shadowheart). Face riding, spanking, squirting(karlach)

Content under the cut

Lae’zel

She has your hands tied behind your back, the rough rope cutting into your wrists, your bare chest on display as she bites and sucks hickeys into your neck and breasts, circling your nipples with her tongue.

You throw your head back, squeezing your eyes and biting your lip as mewls leave your lips. You feel her fangs nip into into your soft skin, breaking the skin every now and then, the sting sending bolts of arousal down to your cunt, your clit aches from the lack of attention. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden cold sensation, you look down to meet lae’zels sharp gaze, she grips your waist pulling you forward to rest on her thighs. she leans back onto her elbows, giving you a sultry look. You understand what she’s asking, you shuffle up to hover above her face, you pause for a moment, the familiar feeling of anxiety filling your chest. Your thoughts are pulled away from you as Lae’zel grips your hips, her nails slightly digging in “Sit.” She growls, it sends butterflies racing through your stomach. You slowly bring yourself to rest on her face, your clit sits directly on her nose, you gasp at the pressure, your legs going weak, you sit your full weight on her face, you feel the beginning of a grin before she starts to nip at your clit, bringing her fingers up she starts to tease your slit, you moan lewdly as the warm feeling pulses through your cunt and abdomen, she spreads your folds and starts to push her fingers into your cunt before scissoring them, spreading you open. Your moans increase in volume.

The feeling of her fingers stuffing you full and her teeth grazing against your clit makes your head hazy, your vision blurs as the warmth spreads through your body and the coil in your stomach starts to tighten, threatening to snap.

She pushes her fingers in up to her knuckles and curls them at the same time she scrapes her canines onto your clit.

The coil snaps and you throw your head back, scrunching your face in pleasure, your cum gushing into her face, she laps up every drop of it.

Shadowheart

She brings a lacy blindfold over your eyes, tying it behind your head and tugging it slightly. “Is it too tight?” She asks softly. You shake your head “words please.” She corrects, “no, it’s not to tight” you assure. “Good” she purrs raking her nails down your bare body, sending shivers down your spine.

She lays down, bringing her face between your thighs but not before grabbing a cube of ice from the small bowl beside her, she glides the ice around the inside of your thighs, making you moan and whine as the ice gets closer to your cunt but never quite providing the stimulation you yearn for.

She chuckles at your impatience before bringing the ice cube between your folds rubbing it up to your clit and down to your slit continuously, you buck your hips and she pinches your hip, tutting “no moving.” She scolds, her tone making your hole clench around nothing. She dives her head down between your thighs, lapping at your cunt. The ice cube moving with her tongue. Your thighs tense and flex at the stimulation on your cunt.

She hooks your thighs over her shoulders before leaning back bringing you onto her face, she sucks and nibbles on your clit. Her fingers trail up your legs until they reach your cunt, she takes the almost melted ice cube and inserts it into your cunt, before taking another ice cube from the bowl and teases your slit before inserting it alongside her fingers. You moan and mewl, gripping at the bed roll.

She chuckles, sending vibrations to your clit as she thrusts and curls her fingers in your cunt, making you gush around her fingers, desperately chasing your orgasm.

Her tongue flicks and swirls around your clit, making your cunt tingle with desire, your back arches as you hump her fingers subtly, she smirks at this and removes her lips from your clit, making you whine at the loss of attention on your clit, your whine turns into an unexpected gasp of pleasure as she starts to thumb your clit in tight circles, pressing down on the nub.

She sucks and licks all around your cunt, your head spins from the feeling of her fingers pumping in and out of your cunt joint with her thumbing your clit and licking your folds, you grip her hair in your shaking hands “S-Shadowheart, fuck m’gonna!..” your cut off as your cunt convulses around her fingers and shockwaves of pleasure crash into you. your back arches into a deep curve as your cum soaks her hand and forearms, she rubs languid strokes onto your clit as you come down from your orgasm.

Karlach

Your thighs squeeze around her head as she growls into your cunt, the vibrations making your hole clench around her tongue “fuck, look at this pretty pussy” she groans. your puffy cunt, slick with your cum from your previous orgasms gleams in the candlelight.

“K-Karlach..” your mewl, your hips stuttering as you hump against her face, your clit bumping against her nose with every roll of your hips. “Taste so good baby” she mewls, her big arms curling around your thighs to lock you against her face as she sucks your clit, her tongue darting out to trace your slit every so often.

Your hips buck, starting to ride her face. You feel her grin as she circles your hole with her tongue, dipping it into your slick cunt, moaning at your taste on her tongue. “That’s it, ride my face” her voice muffled by your cunt, you barely hear her, desperately chasing your orgasm. You feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten as your abdomen flexes.

“Come on, you can give me one more, can’t you?” She teases.

You whimper, the tone of her voice making your cunt desperate for release, “Karlach please” you whine as your hips start to jerk with every grind against her hot mouth.

She palms your ass with her hands, slapping it and stroking the red marks she leaves from her big, calloused hands.

The pain sending arousal to your clit, puffy from the lack of attention, “aw, does this pretty little clit want some attention” she coos, moving a hand from your ass to pinch your clit, rolling the nub between her thumb and index. Your eyes roll to the back of your head from the friction against your sensitive clit.

Your toes curl as your thighs start to tremble, her mouth hot against your cunt with the rough pads of her fingers rubbing against your clit.

Your head spins as a new unfamiliar feeling of desire pulses through your cunt, realisation comes to you through your foggy thoughts “fuck- karlach I-I think m’gonna squ-“ your cut off as your eyes roll back and your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape.

You feel her lightly chuckle as your squirt soaks her mouth and drips down her neck.

[faretheeoscar]

NEEDY MIGUEL pt 3

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x SpiderFemaleReader

Warnings: 🔞 NSFW, Masturbation, use of sex toys, sex, a form of voyeurism (?), edging, orgasm denial

AN: English is not my first language, no beta read/grammar corrected.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 (final soon)

I hope y’all know we are jumping directly at the action lol

Needy Miguel whose sweat is dripping from his forehead, as he huffs and pants with every thrust he makes, feeling how your velvety walls swallow him fully and at ease now after making you come on his cock a number of times already

Needy Miguel that groans over your ear and whines when he feels all his nervous terminals shiver when he sends you to another orgasm and your cunt squeezed him deliciously, just in time when he began to be on his rut

“Please Miggy, it’s too much…I can’t-”

Needy Miguel that bites your neck to add another mark on it, your skin is filled with bruises already, the mark of his fangs trailing from the upper part of your neck to your back, exposed by your ripped suit

“Come on bebe, you started this, you asked for it, now deal with it…”

JK I’m gonna edge y’all with a throwback to the plot(still horny thots though)

Needy Miguel that saw you almost running from him, trying to scurry away from his calling and gaze after your debriefing of your mission. You’ve taken a little bit less than the three days he gave you on the assignment he sent you with Ben and Noir, so your apparent courage you’ve been slowly building up when you would saw him again was out of the window, unprepared and wanting for the earth to swallow you in embarrassment when you saw that Miguel gave you a stern look all the time.

“A donde crees que vas mamita?” (Where do you think you’re going?) “C’mere”

Needy Miguel who’s figure towered over you when you him as he stood next to his desk when you approached him on his platform, and you felt like the smallest thing looking up at him, intimidated by his gaze

“Care to explain this?”

Needy Miguel that is trying to contain himself by just ripping your spider suit right there, bend you over his desk and take you. He gives you a death stare, making you think he’s very pissed at you (and he is)

“Miguel I’m so sorry it was a bad joke, I didn’t know what I was thinking I just-“

Needy Miguel that cuts you off by placing a vibrator next to you on his the desk

Needy Miguel that tries not to smirk when your eyes go wide at the sight of the small pink vibrator on the desk, as you swallow hard looking at it.

Needy Miguel that approached your side and breathed out closely to your ear.

“Quiero que lo uses todo el día, you owe me preciosa” (I want you to use it all day, you owe me beautiful)

Needy Miguel that lets out a soft growl when he hears you whimper only by the low tone of his voice, immediately smelling the scent of your arousal.

“Oh, pobrecita… you think I would let you have my cock so easily hm cariño?”

Needy Miguel who’s tries not to cave in but when he’s so close to you can’t help when his hands automatically roam all over your body feeling the blood running towards below his waistline as he gets the smallest taste of you.

Needy Miguel that without a warning come to your breasts and he needs to hold back a moan as he finally squeezes them for the first time and starts rolling your nipples with his index finger and thumb making them stiff immediately by his touch.

“Shock, que lindas tetas…” (shock, what a pretty pair of breasts)

Needy Miguel that notices you rubbing your thighs together as your desire to have him buried on you, or eating you out grows, your swollen clit desperate for any friction.

“You’re not getting anything from me baby, not now, after you being such a brat…such a tease”

Needy Miguel that chuckles softly as you start moaning more under his touch as his sultry voice whispers on your ear as he pulls your earlobe between his teeth.

“Put it on mama, let me see you”

“Lemme see how it slides on that sweet wet cunt of yours”

Needy Miguel that is left with a huge unsatisfied erection as you leave his office, with half of the vibrator device inside you, and half teasing your clit.

Needy Miguel that thinks about the moment he saw you awkwardly putting it underneath your suit and panties still impregnated in his brain as he reaches to squeeze his aching member softly, but...today isn’t about him, today is about you paying for what you did to him.

Needy Miguel that watched every movement you did like a hawk on his monitors, just seeing you trying to squirm a little as you sat down on the cafeteria to have lunch, having an internal battle within you, when deciding if it’ll be better to sit down by yourself due to your current situation.

Needy Miguel that had a mischievous smirk and reached out for the remote control of the vibrator when he saw that some other spider people approached you to have lunch with them even though you were avoiding any interaction due to the fact that he was keeping you on the edge. Not knowing when he will press the on button.

Needy Miguel that edged you all day, by activating the vibrator in the most inappropriate situations, such as when you were trying to have a conversation with Peter B. That ended up with you ignoring him as you squeezed your fists tightly trying not to moan while Peter kept talking about his collection of slippers.

Needy Miguel that was heavy breathing and started to feel an itch deep inside him as he enjoyed watching you try to hold back your moans, it was pure torture for you, the orgasm denial, but for him, that view, made him hard as a rock.

Needy Miguel that played with the different settings on the toy teasing you, edging you, making it massage your sensitive bud until it was so swollen and leaving a sweet but burning sensation on your lower abdomen that made it even uncomfortable for you walk around.

Needy Miguel that almost gave into his desires and picked up his gizmo to call you, to end your misery, when he saw a trickle of sweat going down your forehead as he pushed the vibrator to the highest settings, to then turn it off, edging you a couple of times. Your face contorting into pleasure to then frustration as tears rolled down your cheeks longing for that release he kept denying you.

Needy Miguel that wanted to see how long you lasted like that, who’s started wondering if you’d be desperate enough at this point for you to come untouched if he’d called you and teased you, growling into your ear sweet nothings, or maybe you were into degrading and raw stuff?

Needy Miguel that finally indulged on the thought of jerking himself off while watching you over his monitors and turning the volume up as you cursed him under your heavy breathing, when he played with the intensity of the toy again,

Needy Miguel that started mimicking with the toy the way he was edging himself, by going hard, fast, to then barely even touching his member, watching it twitch with desperation.

Needy Miguel that forgot about playing with the vibrator leaving the controller on the side of his desk, keeping you on a constant stimulation.

Needy Miguel , growling and desperate Miguel, started concentrating on your sweet soft mewls, tattooed in his brain as he closed his eyes , slowly tracing circles over his tip, massaging his balls, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he tilted his head backwards whimpering, huffing and moaning feeling close

“Coño, mierda, ngh"

Needy Miguel moaning out loud thought about either coming into your mouth or filling you up, until his spent dripped down your tights.

Needy Miguel got so distracted in his own thoughts that didn’t registered when you entered his lab, until he turned around getting startled by the sound of you tossing the soaked toy next he's been torntuting you with onto his desk

Needy Miguel that stood froze, member throbbing on his hand, heavy panting as you looked at him, your angry and determined demeanor about to start screaming and cursing at him for edging you all day, quickly melted, as soft moan escaped your lips when you saw below his waist line, when you got a glance of his big, mouthwatering erection, leading with precum being strangled by his enormous palm, simply got you to your knees.

AN: Again guys thanking you for the amazing support that you keep giving part 1 and I'm so happy you enjoyed part 2! Sorry if part 3 extended a bit the story but I had the itch to write this extra for Needy Miguel hehe

Part 4 gonna be the last one and the horniest one so be prepared 😈😈😈

Reblogs and comments are kindly appreciated!

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[gothushi]

kinktober day 8; shower/bath sex, astarion

———————♡

A moment later, Astarion walks into the bathroom, leaning in the doorway with a smile on his face as he watches you.

“You look utterly decadent, darling,” he says, slowly making his way towards you in the tub. “Care if I join you?”

You offer a smile back, reaching a hand out to interlace your fingers as he steps up to the tub. “Mm. Suppose you could, would you rub my back if I let you?”

“That sounds delightful.” Astarion says as he sheds his clothes, laying the garments over a chair nearby. He slides into the tub behind you, hot water warming his skin. You find yourself resting back on his chest, arms coming around you for a hug.

The chill of his skin eases due to the water, allowing you to melt right into him with a happy sigh. Your day was long, tiring, has your body aching with fatigue as you close your eyes to just relax for a moment.

“Mm… missed you.”

His slender fingers run along your arms, your chest, massaging into your skin with firm motions. “And I missed you, my darling.” He leans in, pressing his lips to your temple, a light kiss. “You know.. I could do so much more for you than just rubbing your back.”

The words have you giggling, ever the cheeky one he is. “Mhmm?” You turn your head, letting your nose bumps into his jaw. “You don’t say..”

His fingers wander, rubbing your arms, ghosting down to rub along your sides. His fangs rake across your ear as he speaks in a soft, playful tone. “I could help soothe those aching muscles of yours, sweetheart. I promise I’ll be gentle, unless you don’t want me to be.”

You crane your neck, a silent request for more affection as you hum. “Mmmph.. that does sound nice.. gentle. I hurt quite badly…”

Astarion’s lips find purchase on that delectable neck of yours. His arms tighten around you, holding you steady to his chest, one hand flattening on your stomach, fingertips ghosting the muscle there. “Poor darling,” he coos, “I’ll make sure to fix that for you. You just have to lay back and make all those delightful noises for me.”

You giggle quietly at his words, eyes fluttered closed as you melt right into his chest. Your head lolls to the side, offering your neck to him since you love those kisses so much. His tongue licks at your neck, lips suckling soft kisses into the flesh. The hand on your stomach slowly wanders its way lower, then lower.

“Darling,” he mutters, voice low and sultry, “are you as sore on the inside as you are out? Because I can help soothe that ache, too.”

You squeal a laugh at his words, covering your mouth with a wet hand for a moment. Turning your head, tied up hair brushing his shoulder before you nose at his jaw, giggling. “Mm.. maybe.. could use some attention anyway.”

Astarion presses his cheek against yours, nuzzling you affectionately with a smile. His hand now slips between your thighs, rubbing a finger over your clit. “Such a needy thing. Can hardly go more than a day without me taking care of you, hm?”

“Your fault. Don’t act like you aren’t the same way.” You accuse softly, voice amused. His touch makes your body tense for a moment, thighs parting automatically in the water with a happy sigh.

“Mm, perhaps I am a little too needy for my love.” He responds with a soft chuckle. “But who could blame, when I have such a beautiful darling at my disposal?” Astarion’s long, dexterous fingers move over your clit in wider circles, dipping down to collect the growing slick at your entrance. He nuzzles into your neck, humming. “Though I am fairly certain that you are much needier than I.”

You whimper quietly as arousal floods your senses, body heating up. One hand curls on his forearm, the other finds a home outside of the water, grasping over the edge of the tub as you whine.

“Shut up..”

He responds by running his tongue along the rim of your ear, gently nipping before saying, “Why should I? I do so love the sounds you make for me, my love.”

His fingers double down, one becoming two as he circles your clit in just the right way, his other one flattening on your stomach. “Does that feel nice, darling? If you ask very nicely, I’m sure I could do even more for you.”

You jolt, whimpering, flushing with heat at his teasing words. A moan tears from you as he slips a finger into your cunt, curling it immediately, your head tossing back on his shoulder.

“I-.. Star.. please, don’t tease.”

“But you react so wonderfully to my teasing.” He purrs into your ear, slowly increasing the pace of his finger fucking into you, adding another. “I love it when you beg. It’s so rare you ask so nicely. So polite. How could I deny you such a pretty request, my love?”

“Hey,” you pout, tilting your head against his neck. Your thighs part further, canting your hips up to his touch. “‘m always nice.”

He chuckles against your neck, nipping at your skin as that free hand finds your hip. “Mmm, not always. Sometimes, you’ve quite the attitude, dearest.” His tone is playful, almost mocking as he crooks his fingers in your cunt.

“Mmn-” You arch, eyes squeezing shut as you struggle to formulate words. Whining out, your thighs try to close as you respond. “Do not.. I ask- ask nicely, all the time.”

“You try to be nice, darling.” He responds between kisses on your neck. “You attempt to ask nicely, but often, you are anything but sweet. Isn’t that right, my love? Isn’t that why you get yourself in trouble so often?”

He suddenly slow his pace, palm rubbing over your clit purposely, bringing you to a light simmer instead of the boil he had so suddenly pushed you to.

You whine aloud at that, trying to work your hips down onto his fingers. “Star..”

He responds to your whine with an amused chuckle.

“Yes, darling? What do you need? You just have to ask me nicely. I did say I was going to help ease your aches, after all.”

You smooth both of your hands down overtop his between your thighs, trying to urge his fingers to move in your pussy. “Mmm.. well- it hurts really bad..” You moan, exaggerating on purpose. “Y’r the only one who can make it better.. please?”

Astarion is clearly happy with your sweet begging, curling his fingers up to massage over your g-spot. “I see. I see. And where does it hurt most, my darling?”

“Right there-!” You whimper, tightening your hold over his hand, grasping on his wrist as you toss your head back with a gasp.

“Here?” He croons, craning his fingers in deeper, rubbing the pads of his fingertips right over that spot. His teeth find your neck again, leaving more kisses along the skin.

“Is that what you needed, my dearest? Should I keep going?”

“Please-” You gasp, squirming in the bubbly water, struggling to stay still at this point as that coil twists tighter and tighter in your gut. “Don’t stop- Star, please.” Your pleas come out soft, breathless, as you reach a hand up to grab the back of his neck.

“I wouldn’t dream of stopping, not when you beg so nicely, darling.” He coos, voice low and sweet. He brings his other hand up from your hip, wrapping it over one of your tits, thumbing over your nipple as he noses along your neck. “You can cum, my love. I have you.”

“Oh- nnh! Star- Astarion-” You gasp again, writhing in the bubbly water, body tensing up before you let out a cry, eyes squeezed shut as you tremble. You grab at his arm for support, panting desperately with little whiny sounds, breathy moans.

He keeps a firm hold on you, finger fucking you through your orgasm. “There you go, my darling.” He soothes, “You did so well. You’re such a sweet thing, making all those beautiful sounds for me. I love you so much.”

You offer a tired moan, tilting your head to blindly kiss him. You mouth at his jaw before he leans his head down, connecting your lips in a slow, panting kiss. Your limbs feel like jelly, quivering in the hot water. His hand leaves between your thighs to come up and cradle the back of your head, slender fingers entangling with your hair.

When you separate, he peppers soft, quick kisses along your cheek and jaw. “Did I do what I promised, darling? Is that ache all soothed?”

“Mmmf..” You sigh out, head tilting back as you allow him to shower you in affection. Your own hands skirt along his arms, slightly shaken. “I dunno.. think it still hurts a little.” You murmur, tilting up to connect your lips with his once again.

———————♡

[princessreila]

Like fear, like love.

Summary: Some of the diaboys comforting you when you have an anxiety/panic attack.

Characters: Shu Sakamaki, Ayato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki, Ruki Mukami, Kou Mukami, Yuma Mukami, Azusa Mukami, gn! reader.

Tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of anxiety.

❀ Shu Sakamaki.

“The grounding warmth of a blanket in the cold hours of dawn; vivid sun hues on the dull horizon.”

When you are scared or anxious, Shu is the type to pull you down into bed (or whichever random place he happened to fall asleep at) with him. Even if he seems unbothered, his heart literally breaks when he sees you going through trying times.

So he tries to do for you what works for him; trying to get you to rest, even sharing his earphones with you, the soothing notes of a classical melody lulling you into dreams with him.

And you can’t see it, but his ocean eyes soften when you finally calm down, having fallen asleep with your hand still in his.

His free hand brushes stray hairs away from your eyes,

“Sweet dreams.” He murmurs. 

Even though he doesn’t like to see you suffer, he’s happy he can take care of you.

❀ Ayato Sakamaki.

“Sparks of a crackling fire, propagating against the rain, brighter than lightning.”

At first glance, Ayato might not seem like the mist detail-oriented guy, but he is pretty perceptive and intelligent despite his silly moments (and he is not given enough credit for it!)

Especially, when it comes to your feelings and little shifts in your mood.

Initially, he tries to lighten the mood with his usual “Oi, you should be happier to be in the presence of Ore-sama, why are you looking so depressed?”

But when all you give him is a meek hum, then you can see a concerned crease between his brows, that cute expression he does where he goes wide eyed and pouts a little.

The redhead wraps his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder, a silent invitation to play with his hair, to keep you distracted.

“If something’s happened, you know I, the great Ayato, will protect you.”

❀ Laito Sakamaki.

“The language of wordless lips over heated skin, the unholy touch of deft hands in the dark.”

Laito’s probably the most versed in understanding another’s feelings out of everyone here. A subtle change in the way you move and carry yourself, the small crease in between your brows, or the way your jaw tightens; those speak volumes to him, and he knows right away that something is not right.

He tries to distract you in the way he knows better: sultry words whispered in your ear, in the dim light of his bedroom; his hand sneaking beneath your shirt, lingering dangerously low on your hips; his sensuous lips trailing your neck and shoulder, pointed fangs sinking in your skin, the afterglow of his kisses ardently addictive.

You try to stop him at first, not because you dislike what he’s doing, but rather that you don’t want to burden him.

To bring back the memories.

To make him feel like you’re just using him to relieve your tension.

Of course, he notices that, too.

“You’re nothing like her, bitch-chan.” He whispers in between lovebites. “So for tonight, give into me, okay? Nfu ~”

❀ Subaru Sakamaki.

“The tender brush of white rose petals scattered into the night, their familiar sweet scent fending off eternal shadows.”

When you’re upset or dark thoughts have you overthinking, the first thing that crosses Subaru’s mind is “is this my fault?”

For a moment, he starts fearing for the worst himself, did he upset you in any way? Did his tainted self hurt you? Would you be better off without him?

However, all of those ideas die out as soon as you cling to him, your face buried in his chest, his cheeks blooming in pretty rose.

Subaru hesitates for a moment, but then he holds you, even if a little awkward at first. 

Needless to say, he wants to punch anyone and anything that made you feel so anxious, but you need him now, in the same way he’s needed you on endless nights when all he knew was despair.

“I love you.” He whispers softly, crimson eyes closing as he nuzzles into your hair, leaving the softest of kisses there. “I’m here.”

❀ Ruki Mukami.

“The soothing truth of irrefutable words set in stone; the softness of blackened feathers; white crows guiding you home.”

Honestly, Ruki is one of the best people to assuage the intrusive thoughts plaguing your mind. Not because he is the most affectionate or soft, far from it, but because the logic he uses to make you see you’ll be okay is pretty much absolute.

Your own doubts scatter away, washed away by the night reflected in the deep ocean of his eyes. Somehow, he always has the power to make you feel like you’ll be safe as long as you stay by his side.

Of course, Ruki won’t leave you alone either. He’ll pull you into his lap while he reads a book, even read it out loud for you if you ask him.

“You’ll be safe with me, livestock. As long as you have your master to protect you, no harm will come your way.”

❀ Kou Mukami.

“A happy melody with lyrics that accompany your tears; not in tune, but a game of opposites, as if understanding you, setting your sights on blue skies after a downpour.”

Kou is another one who will notice right away if your mood shifts. Not just because of his eye; he doesn’t quite need to use it when it’s you.

Even if he now stands on the brightest stages, he knows pain like no other, and he doesn’t like that look on you.

You are his bluest sky. To see it covered by stormy clouds… It makes him sad. Though because he is a performer, he knows how to distract you from your endless night.

He brings you roses or any little gift he noticed you eyeing another time; similarly to Laito, he’ll resort to physical affection and naughty touches if you’re in the mood. 

But you always told him you love his voice, so now, he sings for his favorite audience: you and only you. He’ll teach you to dance like he does if you’re in the mood too, catching you securely in his arms when you trip, teasing you.

“My M-neko-chan is the cutest when they smile… You are my favorite sky, okay? Never forget it.” He tells you, as he kisses the corner of your lips.

❀ Yuma Mukami.

“The familiar scent of a fireplace in the home you’ve so longed for; he is the warmth of the sun on your back and the hues of rustling leaves in late summer.”

“Oi, sow, why do you look so depressed?” 

His rough voice is blazing sunshine amidst thick tree canopies. 

He’s noticed you staring at nothing and probably thinking about too much as you help him in the garden. 

He’s noticed the iron grip you have in the basket of tomatoes, the one now in your hand threatening to be crushed.

He’s noticed the trembling of your form.

He’s noticed you are not acting like yourself right now.

And Yuma can’t stand it. Like the unforgiving freeze of a clouded dawn making flowers wither, he won’t allow for the rose petals you put in his life to never bloom again.

So, as he always does, he lets his actions speak volumes. 

Taking the basket from your trembling hands, he gently throws you over his shoulder. Bathed in the last of the sun’s golden glow, he begins the short trek back to the manor.

“I won’t let anything happen to ya, ya hear me? So stop bein’ so sad, I’m here.”

❀ Azusa Mukami.

“He is the softness of clean gauze over your sore hands; a flutter of butterfly wings brushing your cheek as you wake from a sweet dream.”

Azusa is very attentive, so he can tell the little shifts in your mood when fear wraps their cruel claws around you.

At first, he’ll try to distract you, showing you his knife collection and telling you about the story of each one.

That helps a little, gentle smiles tugging at your lips every now and then as you see him excited to tell you about them.

But he knows that is not enough, that you’re still worried; your mind, a tapestry of criss-cross throbbing wounds.

So he’ll patch them up, no matter how long it takes for the turbulent flow of blood to stop.

He’ll hold you from behind, his ever tranquil heartbeat warm and soothing against your back.

“Eve… You deserve to be happy… My Eve is always beautiful… But I like you happy the most…”

: ̗̀➛ posted to my ao3 too: PrincessReila.

[trendywaifus]

WEEK TWO

↳ how to tame a mortal! — week one

never been dominated by two fox ladies? no? well, today’s your lucky day!

featuring, yae miko & tingyun x fem! reader

cw: face sitting, masterbation, fingering, cursing, pet names, pwp, oral fixation, slight voyerisum, cunninglius

“ my, my, what a pretty thing you are, little one.” miko purrs, grasping your jaw with her palm and lifts your head up, forcing you to exchange eye contact with her. sharp feline eyes stares down into your own with roguish intent, sending shivers down your spine. “ so pretty that i can just eat. you. up~ “ another sultry voice purrs in your ear and a warm tongue licks the shell of your ear.

“ fuck, don’t tease me, you two. “ you hold back a moan as tingyun drags her lips down your neck, nibbling and kissing at your soft skin. yae leans down towards your face, her hot breath fans against your lips. “ hah, tease? “ the youkai giggles, playfully fiddling with the obi of your kimono, “ darling, we haven’t even started yet and you’re already babbling. that naughty mouth of yours could also use a fix too. what to do with you. .hmm. “

the brunette’s arms snakes around your middle, she rests her chin on your shoulder. “ if our pretty girl here really thinks we’re teasing, why don’t we give her a show? “ tingyun suggests slyly, her tail swishing side to side. yae thinks for a moment before grinning, pearly white fangs peaking out from her grin. “ that’s not a bad idea at all, dear. perhaps we’ll make her sit there and watch us until she’s begging to be touched. “

you swallowed thickly at the mischievous tone of yae’s voice. “ that’s not—“ she presses a finger to your lips, “ nuh uh, it’s already been decided little one. think of it as part of our services to satisfy you. it’s practically entertainment, really. don’t you agree? ” tingyun nods, bringing out a red silk ribbon to restrain your wrists as she sets them behind your back. “ so be a good girl for us and enjoy the show.”she kisses your cheek before crawling over to yae who was seated in front of you.

you watch as tingyun gets pulled into a heated kiss by the older kitsune. tingyun’s tail sways excitedly as yae’s hands runs down her sides. you bit your lip, stifling back a soft whine as they undressed each other, revealing their bare perfect bodies—perfect bodies that you can’t even touch. how unfair! “ my, your fur is very soft and fluffy, sweetie. i’m almost jealous. “ yae chuckles, skimming a hand down tingyun’s tail.

“ th-thank you, miss yae, i’m honored. “ the brunette breathes, feeling herself grow wet while the pink–haired woman continues to teasingly play with her sensitive tail. “ mm! “ tingyun squirms as yae strokes her tail and kisses down her jaw. you squeezed your thighs together, poorly attempting to calm down your throbbing heat. yae nibbles at the younger foxian’s skin, careful to not damage her creamy skin. tingyun mewls, loosely wrapping her arms around the youkai’s neck.

yae trails her lips down the valley of tingyun’s breasts and decides to tease one of the harden buds. she swirls her warm tongue around it and tugs, eliciting a soft moan from tingyun. she repeats her actions a few times before pulling away with a wet pop. yae glances over at you, a mischievous grin dances across her lips. she notices the desperate expression sitting on your cute features which made her chest warm with satisfaction. “ here darling, let’s give the little one a nice close–up. position your back against me and spread your legs. “

tingyun gladly complies, and spreads her legs apart to show off her glistening pussy. you nearly drooled at the sight, watching intently as yae’s fingers spreads her soaked folds apart. “ i simply only played with your tail and touched you a little and you’re already wet. do you see this little one? watch closely.” with her middle finger, yae rubs tingyun’s clit in slow, broad motions. the brunette lets out a soft whimper, dropping her head back onto her senior’s shoulder.

“ n-not fair, “ you voiced out, (e/c) eyes glued to tingyun’s pussy, “ i-i wanna be touched that way or a-at least let me eat her out! “ yae chuckles at your words, now currently stroking tingyun’s folds, and coating her digits with her juices. “ hmm. .” she dips a finger inside her cunt, “ why not both? to think about it now, i do want that dirty mouth of yours to be put into use and i know just a way to do it. “

yae whispers into tingyun’s ear, pulling out her slick covered finger. “ oh, that sounds like a wonderful idea. i’m already eager to dive in, miss yae. “ the brunette’s emerald eyes peers at you with a predatory look. you swallowed harshly as the two women pulls away from each other and shuffles around you. one frees you from your restraints while the other quickly undresses you. you find yourself on your back with yae hovering her pussy over your face and tingyun between your parted legs.

“ before we continue, i will say that i won’t get up until i’m satisfied. as a kitsune, i have quite the stamina so don’t expect me to move after one release. “

before you can response, she drops her pussy onto your face, straddling your head with her plush thighs. “ don’t disappoint me, little one. “ yae says, rolling her hips as you stick your tongue out to lick at her folds and clit. tingyun grips your thighs, delving down to playfully blow hot air to your clit, causing you to gasp. “ and don’t forget about me, lovely. i’ll gladly make home in between your legs to satisfy my favorite human~ “ tingyun purrs.

she scissors your pussy lips open with her fingers and gives your folds several long licks. your toes curls in pleasure as her wet muscle greedily explores your pussy. “ mmph! “ a muffled moan erupts from your chest. the vibration easily goes up though yae, she grunts, firmly gripping your hair. “ ugh, come on now, use that mouth of yours or i won’t be moving an inch anytime soon. “

your arms curl around her thighs, pushing her pussy further down until your nose is nudging against her clit. your tongue circles around her dripping hole, lapping up her sweet nectar before entering inside. “ th-that’s more like it. .” yae moans beautifully, arching her back in pleasure as she continues to grind on your tongue. after several minutes, tingyun finds herself in cloud nine, eating out your pretty pussy—her tail hasn’t stop swishing the second your taste explodes on her tongue.

“ your taste might actually rival one of my favorite blends, “ tingyun mutters, reaching her hand down to push two fingers inside of her aching heat. filthy sounds of squelching and lewd moans fills the room. “ just like that, little one—mmm, that’s my good little pup. “ yae purrs, tenderly scratching her nails against your scalp. “ had i known that tongue of yours was decent, perhaps i should’ve of let you do this to our sweetie over there first. “

“ i’m not in a rush, “ tingyun continues, pulling away a bit after leaving multiple hickies on your inner thighs, “ but after you’re done, i would love to cream on our human’s tongue though. she wouldn’t mind taking care of me next, no? “ yae casts tingyun a sly smirk from over her shoulder before returning her attention back down to you. you poor thing, you look like you’re already completely out of it; eyes hazy with lust and face twisted with unadulterated pleasure and all.

“ oh, our little one wouldn’t mind one bit. “

[thestarlightexpress]

Kinktober 2024 -

Day 1: Pussy Slapping - Rhys x Reader

TW: smut, dirty talk, slight degradation, praise, pain, etc.

word count = 1.18k

NSFW under the cut

You should have known that challenging the High Lord of the Night Court in front of the entire Court of Nightmares was generally a bad idea. You also should have known that teasing your mate after the week he’s had was essentially a death wish. Unfortunately for you, you’ve never been one to think before you act.

You suppose that’s how you’ve found yourself in this current predicament. The icy chill of the room drifts over your pert nipples. The searing heat of the ropes tying your legs apart fiercely nipping into your calves, setting your skin ablaze. The humid, broiling heat of Rhys’ breath skirts over your neck as his large hand clutches your stomach, tugging you back against his chest. 

The sharp sting of his teeth biting down on your earlobe pulled you back into the present, leaving you gasping for air and writhing on top of him. “You still with me, darling?” he uttered above the point of your ear, making you throw your head back over his shoulder. His other hand slowly drifted down from its spot on your knee and back to your soaked center. 

Panic and arousal filled your tense body at the thought of the intoxicating blend of pain and pleasure. Your head swiveled around to nose at Rhys’ neck, your whines drifting to his ears. He chuckled darkly into your neck, “You can whine all you want sweetheart, but it won’t get you out of this. You were a bad girl tonight, my love. How will you ever learn if not properly punished?”. His sultry tone had you melting into his chest. 

The pads of his warm fingers brush over your puffy clit before swiping down through your tacky slick that spilled over the globes of your ass and onto the sheets. Two of his large fingers slip inside you, aided by the hours of teasing you had already endured. The digits curled inside you, coaxing more needy moans out of you. “Such a pretty, messy pussy.” he murmured against your ear.

Rhys pulled his fingers away and brought them up to your mouth, tapping your chin to let him in. The sultry taste of yourself on his fingers had the carnal fire in the pit of your belly raging fiercer than ever before. His fingers slipped out of your wet mouth and gripped around your throat, spreading your spit over your sweltering skin. His fangs grazed your earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. “Ready to start again, love?”.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your head nodded against him, “Y-Yes.” The hand around your neck constricted, “Yes what?” he growled. Your vision dotted and your head went slightly fuzzy. “Yes, my Lord.” you barely heard yourself utter. The title made him purr, reverberating through your chest as his grip loosened, “Now there’s my good girl.” 

The hand holding your hips down slid below to roughly squeeze your thighs. “Remember to let me know if it's too much. Can’t rough you up too much, now can I?”, the humorous tilt of his voice made you bristle with anticipation. His hand roamed over your thighs and down to your center. The sensuality of his touch lulled you into a false sense of security that was swiftly stolen away when he struck your clit. You squealed and writhed against him, the pain shooting straight to your weeping entrance. 

His palm soothingly rubbed over your clit to ease the ache. The relief didn’t last long as he quickly moved to slap your swollen cunt twice more. You felt his hips buck up, his solid length pressing into your back, turned on by your hissing cries. Rhys kissed down your neck, leaving blushing magenta marks in his wake. He smirked against the hard column of your throat, “For someone who complains about the pain, you sure do seem to enjoy it.” 

Your back arched as you whimpered, “Rhys… please, I’m sorry.”. You groaned as he roughly bit into your neck, drawing a few drops of blood before rising back up to your ear. 

“Do you think I can’t feel you, love?”, his fingers rubbing your slick over your clit. “You say it hurts but you know that you fucking love it. I mean - shit - your messy pussy is gushing all over both of us. You can say what you want but your body betrays you, darling.”

He used his legs to spread your legs open farther and hold you down, his hand alternating between smacking your cunt and prodding your drippy pussy. “Mother above, you can cum like this can’t you? Such a filthy little slut for your High Lord.” You shuddered in his hold as he continued his ministrations. He gripped your throat again before snarling, “Answer me, can you cum like this?”. 

The possessive hand around your throat broke something within you as you found yourself crying out for him. “Yes! Please keep going, please make me cum.” 

He hummed against your cheek. “Too bad only good girls get to cum.”. 

You gasped within his hold. He was pushing you toward the brink of insanity. Rhys slid the hand by your center up to caress your breasts. “Now, what have we learned, my love?”

Your hips bucked up at the loss of stimulation. “To n-not interrupt you during a meeting.” You felt Rhys smirk against your neck. 

“Good job, baby. You think I can have my good girl back now?” You just whined and nodded in response. 

“Please Rhys, I can be good. Just please let me cum.” Rhys’ hands wandered under your thighs and pulled you further up his chest, the head of his thick cock nudging against your entrance. He slowly pushed into your cunt and filled you up to the hilt. 

“Now, just stay here and let me fuck you and then you get to cum. Alright, darling?”. You sweetly nuzzled your nose into the column of his throat in response, the heady feeling of Rhys inside you stealing the breath from your lungs. His legs hitched as he started to thrust up into you, the feeling of his cock pushing through your tight walls already bringing you close to the edge. One large hand laid against your stomach while the other ghosted around your clit. 

Rhys whispered sweet praises in your ear as he brought you closer and closer to your breaking point. You could tell by the way his breath sawed in and out of his chest that he was getting close. “Come with me, darling.” It was only by the grace of the Mother that you hadn’t finished already with how quickly your cunt was quaking around him. At the same time that he moaned and started to release inside you, he rubbed and pinched your clit and sent you barreling over the edge. As he slowly pulled out of you, all you could see were stars, and could vaguely hear your wet pussy gushing all over both of you.  

He lightly chuckled in your ear, voice dripping with pure male satisfaction. “How about we go get you cleaned up?”

[justporo]

Sweet Things

You've been brooding all day, even Astarion is at a loss on how to pull you out of it - until he offers you a sweet treat, with lots of bickering of course.

MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: Written for the Hot Chocolate/Mulled Wine" prompt of the BG3 Winter Holiday challenge. Honestly my favourite piece I've written so far for the challenge - let's see if it will stay this way.

Pairing: Astarion/GN!Tav (You) Warnings: none Wordcount: 1,6k

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You had been in a bad mood the whole day with no particular reason for it. And nothing was able to lift your mood. Not even your vampire and his usual shenanigans had been able to pull you out of your puddle of negative feelings. Especially when Astarion had suggested you come with him into the city to run some errands.

The usual excitement you felt to go outside during the crispy cold but beautiful winter weather, to walk through the snow and see the lights in the city - it was non-existent today. In fact, you had taken one look out of the tall living room window, scowled and Astarion had thrown a little fit about how ‘you made him venture forth into the perils of the winter smitten city so the two of you may yet survive the bitter cold’. But even his histrionics, little pout and round red eyes had done nothing to change your mind.

Astarjon had sighed in defeat: “Alright, my love, you go and soak in your bad mood as long as you can, I'll wrangle you out of it soon enough.” “Don't threaten me with a good time, Astarion”, you had replied dryly but the vampire had just smirked. A plan had undoubtedly been set into motion. After that he had been off to go into the city - of course not without coming over to you, cupping your face softly and pressing a kiss to your lips.

Afterwards you had tried to make your peace with your bad mood and had curled up on the couch in front of the fireplace, just staring into the flickering flames.

A while later you heard Astarion return to your shared home.

“I've returned from the hunt, my love, and I bring you some bounty”, the vampire declared. You turned around to see him standing in the doorframe with a huge grin and an inconspicuously looking bag in his hand. You saw some melting snowflakes glisten in his curls. He looked very proud of himself with how he let the bag dangle in front of you, one eyebrow lifted inquisitively.

Oh, you knew he was daring you to ask about it. This was one of his signature ways to get what he wanted: teasing you by holding the carrot in front of your face and then quickly moving it out of your reach with an “ah ah ah” and a fang-baring grin. 

And you felt how his tactic even slowly started to work now.

“A bag? Aw Astarion, you shouldn't have! Bags are my favourite!”, you gave back and felt a sassy grin grow on your face. Turning around on your knees on the plush sofa you placed your arms on the rim of the piece of furniture and then placed your cheek on top of it - basically hugging the backrest.

The vampire frowned at you, obviously unsatisfied with your insolent reaction. But he wouldn't be Astarion were he to give up because of that.

“Yes, a bag. And if you stop being such a miserable and yet so sassy little thing, you might even get what's inside of it”, he snapped back mockingly.

“You know, usually this time of year when someone threatens you with the thing they have inside their bag it's a rod to punish the naughty.”

“Well, seeing how naughty you've been to me today, who says there isn't a rod in there?” His grin had turned sultry, his gaze dropping in a way that made other than your negative feelings churn inside of you.

“I repeat myself from earlier: don't threaten me with a good time, Astarion”, you replied with a smirk. Simultaneously you noticed that your bad mood was slowly lifting. Well, he was your soulmate after all, wasn't he? He knew all the tricks.

Astarion in the meantime had put his hands on his hips in an affronted manner. You heard telltale, soft clanking sounds coming from the bag and raised your eyebrows at the vampire.

“So, are we sulking or are we trying to outwit me, eh?”, he commented with a little sneer, but you knew he was only teasing. “Can you at least decide what your mood is?”, he continued when you first made big sad puppy eyes at him and then stuck out your tongue at him. “It's getting exhausting to keep track of your whims, love.”

He quickly and easily dodged the pillow you threw at his face and grinned at you.

“That's pretty rich coming from you, love”, you answered and flipped him off. “Now tell me what's in the bag!”

The vampire clicked his tongue in disapproval: “You lost the privilege of finding out when you threw the pillow, no you'll have to wait.”

You threw another pillow with a pout but your partner had quickly turned and left the room altogether. 

Since you had no intention of losing other privileges and knew exactly that Astarion was way too greedy for praise and thus would come to you again, you just turned around and lounged on the couch once more. You closed your eyes and felt that most of your bad mood had disappeared already, so you simply relaxed to the bustling and rustling that had started coming from the kitchen.

You hadn't planned on drifting off.

But then you were awoken again by the smell of something delicious filling your nose. You opened your eyes and saw an incredibly ugly mug in the form of a boot in front of you.

But more important than its form were its contents you immediately recognised as: delicious hot chocolate with some slowly melting meringue drops on top of it.

And when you looked up you saw that Astarion was holding the cup almost directly under your nose with a smug grin on his lips.

“Something sweet for my sweet thing?”, he asked while batting his eyelashes excessively and his grin growing even broader.

“Where did you find the most hideous mug on this plane of existence?”, you replied and sat up on the sofa - also making space for Astarion to sit beside you.

The vampire sighed massively while he sat beside you and handed you the mug: “You are a ghastly little thing today, have I told you that?”

“At least with me it’s only today.”

Now even Astarion was flabbergasted.

“By the gods, love”, he said with raised eyebrows and then took a swig from his own mug you hadn’t noticed before. “You really do spend too much time in my company”, he finished after he had put down the cup again.

You peeked over at his cup and figured he must have gone for something with a little more kick than hot chocolate - mulled wine most likely.

“And now go and drink your hot chocolate which I so painstakingly made for you, love, or I’ll show you ghastly”, he said and leaned to you, narrowing his red eyes at you. You just made big innocent puppy eyes at him again.

You had every intention to comply - but first you swung your legs over his and covered the both of you with your blanket to make it extra cosy. And then after some fussing from the vampire and some readjusting you had snuggled up on the couch. Astarion kept sipping on his mulled wine and you finally tasted your hot and sweet beverage.

When the first of the rich, warm taste hit your tongue, you couldn’t help but let out a pleased moan and let your head fall back.

“It tastes amazing, love”, you moaned and let your eyes roll in delighted pleasure.

“Well then. Maybe I should introduce some hot chocolate in the bedroom if this is how you react to it”, Astarion commented. He was trying to play over it with his sultry joke but he was obviously proud of himself for having made what caused this reaction in you.

“You prepared it perfectly, Astarion, thank you”, you said now in a genuine tone and let one of your hands cover his which he had carefully placed on your blanket-covered knees.

He looked at you then with a small, sweet smile.

“Thanks for taking the time and the patience to put up with me and make this, Astarion”, you said and softly squeezed his hand. His smile grew broader.

You sat and drank and talked and joked. At some point you made Astarion try his own creation while you got a sip of his also very delicious mulled wine. He insisted he still preferred savory because he already had that one sweet thing in his life. But you saw him lick his lips after trying the chocolate.

When you had downed your beverage to the last drop, you sighed contentedly while the vampire looked fully pleased with himself.

“Feel better now?”, he asked and put his mug down on the floor. You simply nodded and watched as he leaned over to you.

“Good”, he whispered while he kept leaning in closer still. “But you still have a little something there”, he continued in a deep tone and eyed your already opened lips. You just made a silent “oh” while you expectantly awaited yet another treat from Astarion.

He softly grabbed your chin and closed the distance between you. You closed your eyes, expecting the kiss.

But then the vampire just grossly licked over and around your top lip to get rid of the remaining chocolate there.

You kicked and squealed trying to get him off you and stop torturing you with this gross procedure but he had the upper hand.

And then he had jumped up grabbing both your cups, promising to return with a refill of mulled wine for the both of you while you wiped off your mouth with the back of your hand.

“And you call me ghastly”, you screamed after Astarion but you couldn’t stop the big smile spreading over your face.

From the kitchen you only heard the vampire’s laughter in response.

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