#lust!aurora

[creatorworldau]

Happy Pride month ~~

It took longer than I wanted heh (^^;

Sarah, Creator, Oshi, and Lust!Aurora by me

[lizzygrantsbsf]

𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔

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𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔

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𝑡𝚑𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔

[radicalredrasp]

It’s finished omg

[elysiium]

* 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 : aurora de' medici & talia aydin .

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 thing that the nephilim is terrible at it's fashion . especially when that fashion . . . accentuates certain physical features . the dress @violentdesires persuaded aurora to try on is nothing like she has worn before ━━━ and it's not surprising that the very thing that pops out is her breasts . something her and talia discussed not so long ago . embracing your inner goddess and all that . the nephilim is still learning to do that , evident on her features as she comes out rather awkwardly from around the dressing room to show the dragon ( the rest of the girls currently busy with kaelie's outfit choices ) . ❛ um — ❜ what did one say when presenting themselves ? ❛ — tada . ❜

[scolek]

oh i forgot my morning meds. thats why

[amorfati-rp]

🔪👑 |[FOR ALL OF THEM. ♥]|

Oh this is finna TAKE A MINUTE!

🔪- For Agares it depends on who. Like Leonard she is feral. She will rush over to him and scream and cry and vow revenge. Like she is doing now. But anyone who isn't an obsession she will be saddened and will promise to avenge them as well. Vengeance is her thing.

👑 - Agares doesn't care about legacies. She just wants to murder Caim and the Red Dragon. She doesn't care about glory or fame. That was her father's deal and so she despises the idea of caring about those things.

🔪 - Sylvia cares alot about people when they get close to her. If she can help someone she cares about she will do ALL in her power to do so. It's just that her main power is her looks.

👑 - Sylvia...never thought about it. Her thoughts are always prioritizing the present and making sure her and Linus can make it to see tomorrow. And if she does think about her being called the Petrova Harlot is very telling.

🔪 - Linus cares little for others and only for Sylvia and if you hurt Sylvia you are now his personal archenemy he will see you dead before her in honor of her.

👑 - Linus could care less about what others think of him in life or in death. He only cares about how Sylvia will view him and she loves him he is sure so he is fine.

🔪 - Imperia mourns quietly. For people she cares about she moves forward in their honor and makes sure their lives were not in vain. It's a respect thing.

👑 - Oh Imperia KNOWS her legacy will be grand. When she owns Midgard after the Intoners she will make CHANGE and force a better way. She will be hailed and loved throughout history. She knows it will happen.

🔪 - Aurora will be sad though....she won't help. Aurora is extremely selfish and a coward and would never put herself into danger for someone else.

👑 - Aurora knows her legacy would be that of a coward, a betrayer, and just...nothing. another statistic of a lowlife person. It's what she deserves she believes.

🔪 - Briar in life and even as the spindler does not stand by! She will mourn and help in all ways she can. Crying though is a given. Shes a cryer even as a shade.

👑 - Briar is a shade now. She doesn't know anymore. And with a gestalt as fucking pathetic as Aurora she doesn't know.

🔪 - Eleanor cares and is quite protective. She will cry and fight in their honor. Or run away if they ask her too. She's just a girl.

👑 - Eleanor is young and simply trying to survive. She don't know.

🔪 - 2G is a fighter through and through and will fight in your honor and for change and for better. Too bad that she'll continue to be recycled.

👑 - 2G would like to be an inspiration to change YoRHa. To inspire something in the androids. But she doesn't know much other than that.

🔪 - 7D is quite a silent protector. Before those loved ones 7D fights and afterwards they will cry. Dramatic.

👑 - 7D believes they are an awful person. A legacy of an executioner...all they deserve.

🔪 - 18O mourns and she cares alot. She would be there for you. Comfort you. Prioritize making your suffering at least manageable.

👑 - 18O isn't sure if she wants a legacy at this point. Of being someone who stood by and only soothed 2G. Maybe she doesn't need one. Maybe...

PART TWO COMING ON A SEPARATE POST CAUSE OMG ONLY 10 PHOTOS?!??? YOU BITCH TUMBLR!

[astralnymphh]

18+ subtop!ellie, and it's her first time using a strap, but not yours! watching you push the tip through your folds is torture enough—you expect those aurora eyes to be in the back of her head by the end. the head of her fake cock rolls over your swollen, shiny clit, and she inhales sharply. “sh—goddamn,” she whisperingly curses, attentive eyes perusing the connective passions. it makes her heart fucking rage. you, blatantly dripping from this, and something twice the width of her fingers, painted with slick. so fucking wet all around, the sounds created are intoxicating. light contorts as it gets dragged through once more, and aligned with your entrance. the pulse song inside her does not settle down.

you ease it an inch in, pussy lips swallowing up the tip graciously, only to be eased back out. this happens a couple times—with sickenly playful intentions—and it only riles ellie up. fuck, you know it does. you wanted it to; the easy phases of a smile catching your lips. “c'mon, babe..” a soft whine from her, the warm air it greets, and a delicate, yet pronounced gripping of your hips, entertains you. “just sit on it already, please?” her palms nudge you down slightly, fingers digging. it feels fulfilling to know you have this sort of hold on her—this thing where she has to grasp your hips and encourage you to get on with it. how cute, right?

although, it extends outside plain lust. she knows you have experience, knows you have the practice to tend to your own pleasures. most times, you tell her what to do anyways, and she obliges head-first. but, she wonders if her potential will rain with the same shine here. she feels only observant, and hot, laying under you. ellie almost dies when she gets to see your pussy, swallowing the girth of it. “fuck, babe.” she can't fathom any other emotion.

“oh my god, you're fuckin' amazing.” she is pleasingly overwhelmed. with each bounce, it ripples in her pelvis, smacks the now-reddened skin of her thighs, and she wants it harder. deeper inside. you have one of her nipples in your mouth, tough against your tongue, your moans, and the opposite under your palm, reacting identically to the friction. yeah, that encourages her alright. her fingers—still praying to your hips—scrape behind and pull the heart of your thighs apart, supporting you upwards with her legs. “let me try.”

she wants to be the sole reason you lose yourself. ellie certainly tries: palming her hands into your ass tightly, wrenching her brows, keeping you at this angle. but her pace isn't matched to yours. muscles in her glutes and thighs contract from how concentratedly she tries to keep up—probably a beautiful sight further down the bed—but she is imperfect. the shaft flops out constantly, and she can only guiltily chuckle when she feels your hand reach back and hips bottom out on it again. “not easy, huh?” you comment, breathing with the weight of the world in your chest. she, too, gasps for breath, the juncture of you two a sweaty entanglement. “yeah,” she breathes out.

regardless is she was perfect or not, you still came. loud and rocking against her. she felt bliss watching your chest shake with exhales. “ah, shit—that's fuckin' it ellie,” you splutter out. when you grasp her tit and give a confirming squeeze, she almost comes. she never did when you finished; a lack of friction at fault.

but it matters none. the salty, sweet taste of her precum is already lining the crevices of your face as you ensure she finishes what she began. she is so warm there. her wet, arousal-scented thighs clench you—choke you, as your tongue brushes a large motion and your hands push her hamstrings into a pain, a stretching pain. she cries out. “fuck—fuck, babe, too wide.” and inevitably feels her cunt fire a last pulse. it snaps. she writhes her pelvis up into your mouth, mound smushing on your upper lip, attempting to fit all of her sensations inside you. a strong gush trickles. you lick it happily. just taking, taking, and taking from her. it always helps to aid your girlfriend after treating yourself so well; your passion makes her fold. she rubs herself on your reposed lips afterwards, quivering and molding her mouth around little, heavenly moans—goddamn, if only it were you inside her.

a/n: love an experienced reader tbh. don't get enough of those around here! ellie pic from @/thereareboatsthisway on instagram.

[ssalballoon]

ljósálfr gale and dökkálfr astarion! 🦋🥀 bringers of dreams and nightmares

based on the hit mobile game fire emblem heroes. download it for free today! (Please Do Not)

a lot of notes on the designs under the cut, i had so much fun with these!

gale

- the eyes on the wings are mystra's

- the colors are based on his aurora stargazing scene

- he's based on the dream-king freyr, who takes human children in unfortunate circumstances and turns them into fairies that become "their most extraordinary selves" but can never return home. he feels guilty for intervening in their fates, but the ends justify the means to grow the power of his realm :-) he mourns the fact that humans stop dreaming (as in losing their ambitions) as they grow older

(feel like this is the type of thing god gale who's slowly becoming more like mystra would do and convince himself nooo it's completely ethical i'm being benevolent actually)

astarion

- the eyes on the yellow wings are cazador's

- one set of wings are yellow inspired by his longing for the sun

- the flowers are the same flowers on his grave, the garden star-of-Bethlehem

- he's based on the character plumeria, who's the bringer of lustful dreams and is disgusted by the humans who have such indecent desires. (she's one of the humans transformed/kidnapped into a fairy) she puts up a sensual front but hates the way people leer at her. nonetheless she must deliver those vulgar desires as dreams, doing a job she hates :-) all she wants is true compassionate love removed from lust... is this ringing a bell 

please don't let any of this trick you into believing feh has a good story. but also expect more feh x bg3 from me in the future lol

[creatorworldau]

Like a challenge "one pallet, two artists" with my friend (@shocoladnykabachok), but I dunno if she will post her art here or not

[channieskies]

Pairing: Lee Know Reader (Fem) Bang Chan

Summary: Your joke turns into you and your boyfriends gift to his good friend for his birthday.

WC: 3920 {Reading Time: 16 Min}

♱‧₊˚. Kinktober: Day 25, [Bondage, Choking, Oral Fixation, Threesome/Multiple Partners]

Genre: Smut, PWP

Nets: @neverendingdreams-net & @mirohs-aurora-society

Warning(s): Dom/Sub Dynamics, Threesome, Vagial penetration, Oral, Anal Play and penetration, gagging, BDSM, Unprotected sex (This is a work of fiction, please protect yourself in real life), Vaginal and anal creampie, Cum swallowing, Pet names (Baby, Dirty Little Slut, Dirty Girl), Please let me know if I missed any!

Authors Note: Happy Birthday to our lovely Cat Daddy, Lee Know. I originally started writing this (last year) for a joint birthday project, but never released it. Even though it's the last hours of his birthday, I still wanted to post this. It's also Kinktober, so why not join the festivities with a very filth filled fic? This has not been beta read or thoroughly proofread. I hope you all enjoy this!! Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the dividers.

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

You exhaled deeply, your main focus was on not choking on your own saliva. You were bound and gagged, laying on the expensive rug of your boyfriend's downtown apartment. The panoramic view of the city was your backdrop to the filthy scene that was playing out, with you as the main character. Guess you could say you were in a festive mood, all things considered. You honestly looked like a turkey with the way your legs were tied. Bent at the knee and tied in two places, once at the ankles and once at the thighs to prevent you from moving your legs in any way your boyfriend didn't like. 

There was a spreader bar attached to the ropes that kept your legs open, your pussy on full display for anyone to watch. Even the people in the high-rise across the street would be able to see any and everything they wanted if their hearts so desired. Your hands were cuffed with the same material your legs were and were connected to the bar that kept your feet apart. You also had a nice ball gag in your mouth, because why the fuck not at this point? You were stuck, but the longer you sat like this, under the careful watch of your significant other and his friend, the more you liked it.

“And you were really up for this? For me to.. fuck her too?” Your boyfriend nodded at the other man's question. 

“She wanted this to be your birthday present.” He sighed, “I normally would object, since I don't like to share, but just look at how she looks.” He stuffed a hand in his pocket as he took in your appearance. 

“She almost looks like she should be the centerpiece on a table, no?” His friend chuckled.

Chris took his bottom lip between his teeth and chewed on it. “You ready baby?” You whimpered and nodded. You were wet and exposed, but thankfully the fire that burned nearby kept her warm and toasty. “You can start, Minho. I kinda want to watch.” Minho was thankful to his hyung for inviting him into his home like this, presenting him with such a beautiful and pliant present. He wasn't one to pass up a good time when one was offered so generously. He stepped closer, his slippers mere inches from where you lay. 

“I heard you've been thinking about this for a while now. Such a dirty little whore, lusting after another man's cock.” He kneeled right next to you and pulled up a little by your neck. “I hope you enjoy all that's coming to you.”

This had honestly started off as a joke. You really didn’t think he would take you seriously when you said it. It was a joke. A bad joke, but a joke nonetheless. You were just going to get a cute cat tower for Minho’s birthday, one he had mentioned he wanted in passing. He was your boyfriend's friend, so anything too extravagant looked a little weird on your end. So when he asked, you jokingly said, “How about I give him some head for his birthday?” You hid your joking smile behind the wine glass you had in hand. But when he seemed to really be thinking about it, you almost told him you were joking until he answered. 

“Okay. I think that would make his birthday. He deserves it after the year he’s had.” You were in shock, your wine almost choking you as you took a sip. It took more than a moment to compose yourself after his unexpected answer. 

“Wait- are you serious right now?” He nodded, “You really want me to give him head? Minho?” You could admit that there was something about Minho that really made you curious as to how he would fuck. You'd heard the rumors about how talented he was with his hips, and it went without mentioning just how much damage that silver tongue of his could do. You'd even had a friend that told you of a girl passing out from the sheer pleasure she felt while fucking him. But head was head and you truthfully shouldn’t be thinking of anything deeper than that. He’s your boyfriend's friend after all.

“Just head? Are you sure?” His lips curled into a smile as he looked at you from the other end of the couch. “Because… we could make this a full blown threesome and make his year.” Just the look he gave you, sent chills up her spine. You’d never seen your boyfriend in this light. He was usually very selfish with your time with him. That was in no way a bad thing, you loved it actually. Due to his line of work, you couldn’t see him as often as you’d like. So his monopolization of your time was seen as sweet and not an act of pure control.

“Huh?” You were unsure. “Threesome? Chris… I was jus-” He cut you off, pulling out his phone.

“I'll contact him.” And that's how You ended up like this, laying in the living room like a stuffed Thanksgiving turkey.

Minho didn't bother unbuckling his belt, he just unzipped his trousers and reached his hand in, pulling his member out of the hole in his boxers and through the unzipped opening in his pants. 

“You said she's good with her mouth, right?” Chris smirked proudly as he took a seat on the sofa, legs spread wide.

“Yes. She actually gets pleasure from it. She aims to please.” He leaned back, getting comfortable, so he could enjoy the show.

“You really have no idea just what He says about you in the group chat, do you?” He kneeled next to your head, taking care not to sit on your hair. “All the little nasty things he's said you've done. All the photos he sends us to make us jealous. And now I get to have my turn.” He gently moved your hair from your face, before unbuckling the gag that your boyfriend so lovingly put in your mouth.

Your lips were swollen, mouth tired from being wrapped around the toy ball for quite some time.

“There's that pretty little mouth.” He tossed the gag somewhere behind him, having no use for it now. His thumb traced your lips, smearing the saliva that had settled from the gag.“That pretty little mouth he loves to show off wrapped around his cock.” 

Chris had your permission to show off pictures to his friends. Most of them were faceless anyway, they could imagine anyone they wanted to, it didn't have to be you. He slipped his thumb into your mouth, watching carefully as you sucked the digit. You kept your eyes on him, feeling almost like you were incapable of looking away.

There was a fire that burned in his eyes, one that told you he wanted to do unspeakable things to you.  “Open that pretty little mouth for me.” You did as told, without an ounce of hesitancy. You stuck your tongue out to accept whatever it was he was going to offer next. He slipped his thumb out and quickly replaced it with his cock. 

Minho was longer than you expected. His girth slid into your wet mouth, inch by inch. He placed a caring hand on your cheek as he started down at you, watching you take him in. He paused halfway, head tipping back with a loud groan passing his lips. “Fuck… I se-see why you always show off how well she takes you.” His head tipped forward again. “Her mouth feels amazing.” 

Chris chuckled from the couch. “Yeah, well wait until you feel her tight cunt.” His words made you clench around nothing. You really weren't expecting to get this far, let alone far enough for him to actually fuck you.

Minho started to pull back, before thrusting slowly back into your mouth. His eyes traveled down your body to your glistening folds, the crackling fire adding just the right amount of light to illuminate it. He had the perfect view of it in the strange mirror Chris had set up in the middle of the living room. Just the thought of finally getting to fuck you, made him want to blow his load. 

He'd been curious about you since the first time his hyung introduced you to him. He could honestly detail every second of that moment without missing a step. From the thigh length, form fitting, black dress you wore. To how you smelled like vanilla, tuberose, with a light hint of arousal tied right into what he could recall as being the most sensual scent he's ever had the pleasure of inhaling. 

Even to the smallest detail of the hickey on your neck from what he would assume to be a quick, yet steamy makeout session with Chris before you both entered the restaurant. He couldn't blame the man, you were drop dead gorgeous. He had to applaud him for even making it into the building at all. Because If he was given the chance, he would have fucked you in the parking lot while all his friends waited for his arrival. Nothing wrong with being fashionably late to your own birthday party. 

One particularly hard thrust and the sound of you gagging pulled him back into the room. Your wet mouth had sent him into a daydream, he could see how easy it would be just to drift off until he'd come crashing back down to earth with a soul crushing orgasm. He pulled back, taking his member in his hand, rubbing the tip against your lips in an attempt to ground himself in the moment. He'd seem like a bitch if he came less than five minutes in. 

But you were relentless, even with just him tracing your lips with his tip, you still took the initiative to slot his member between your lips, sucking the underside of it as best you could, given the fact that you were completely bound. 

“She isn't made of glass, you know? I guarantee you she's thinking that right now. She doesn't like being treated like she's fragile. Trust me, she tells me that all the time.” Chris mumbled the last part, but Minho still heard him loud and clear. His eyes met yours and you nodded. Neither of you knew he was taking his time for his own sanity. He resigned himself, taking in a deep breath, then exhaling. He grabbed a fistful of your hair with one hand and led his cock back into your mouth with the other.

He'd have to fuck your mouth like he'd wanted to do all these months. Liked he'd imagine he was doing every time he fucked his fist to the pictures his hyung sent. He'd tried not to fap to them at first, but what else were these benevolent gifts for if not for high quality spank bank material? With a tight grip on your hair he resumed thrusting. Letting you get adjusted, before slamming his cock into your mouth like you clearly wanted him to. It was something about the way you hollow your cheeks. Something in the way you glide your tongue on the underside of his stiff cock. Something in the way your moans sound for him as he fucks your throat. 

If mere pictures could make him unravel, what would happen now that he got to feel you? You constricted your throat, making him groan, causing his hips to stutter. “Fuck…” You kept doing with every other deep trust, making him spiral. Minho came undone, his seed slipping down your throat, despite his best efforts not to cum too soon. He let out a guttural moan, grip on your hair tightening as he came hard. You continued to suck, not wanting a drop to go to waste. “Sto-stop, stop.” He had to pull away, if not, he'd risk overestimation. With the prospect of being able to fuck you he couldn't risk that. 

“Now you know why I always show off, yeah?” Minho felt like he'd gone deaf in one ear and blind on the same side, because he didn't hear or see Chris get up, nor did his words register until after he'd gotten to his side. All he could do was nod, his brain wasn't functioning at a high enough level to form a response. “Scoot. It's my turn.” Minho obliged, crawling a few paces away to give his friend room. Only then did he notice his friend had undressed. It felt like maybe he'd blacked out for a moment, that was the only way he could explain the unexplained time jump after he'd nut.

“You doing okay, pretty girl?” Chris gently wiped a tear that had fallen from your eye. You nodded. You were more than okay. How many other girls could say they were lucky enough to participate in a threesome with their boyfriend and his very handsome friend? Probably not many. You were soaked and ready to have more than just your mouth fucked. “Good. Because I want your best, yeah? You know how I like it.”

He knew you knew exactly what he liked and you were more than happy to indulge him. It was Chris's turn to kneel next to your head. He was even closer than Minho, practically straddling your neck. He bypassed his dick entirely and grabbed his balls, fisting the sack. “Open wide for me baby.” The words barely left his lips and you eagerly did as told, opening your mouth as wide as you could.

Minho waited with bated breath, to finally get a chance to see just how well you took his friend. Pictures, as he'd recently found out, don't do you justice. While they were beyond hot, to feel you for himself took things to a whole different level. Chris was already hard. He wouldn't admit it, but seeing you like this did something to him that he couldn't quite explain. Now, he wasn't saying that the situation would ever happen again, but he could say he was enjoying himself.

You took His balls into your mouth, sucking on the skin as he stroked his length. “You're so fucking good, baby.” He tipped his head back. The combination of your mouth on his balls and his skilled hands working on his own length was euphoric. Minho watched on, in awe of just how well you worked together. You knew your boyfriend well and even without you being able to touch him, you could still lend a hand in pleasing him.

He noticed how you clenched around nothing, wetness already dripping from your untouched cunt. His eyes finally focused on the plug that sat snugly in your ass. Your wetness had dripped over the shiny heart-shaped diamond. God, how he wanted to taste you. Your wetness tempted him, begging him to come closer. He didn't even realize he'd moved until he was face to face with your pussy. He took a tentative lick, unsure if he was even allowed to do it. You moaned, squirming underneath him, alerting Chris to what was happening between your legs. He looked back, an amused smirk on his face.

“Just couldn’t resist, hmm?” He chuckled as Minho glanced up at him, mouth busy between your folds. You could feel him smirk against you, too occupied to answer your boyfriend's question. He went back to work, getting the confirmation he needed from both you and Chris. Was this your birthday or his? Because this was some extreme wish fulfillment here. Your boyfriend's balls in your mouth and a handsome man enjoying his birthday gift between your legs. What more could a girl ask for? 

Clearly you could ask for more. Chris leaned back, pulling his balls from your mouth, just to replace it with his thick cock. You clenched again as you gagged, much to both Chris and Minho’s delight. You pushed even more wetness on the man between your legs’ tongue, making him groan. How could Chris not talk about how good you tasted? How sweet your pussy was to devour? He dove in even more. He wasn’t afraid of drawing, even if he couldn’t swim. His moans and smacks are what alerted your boyfriend as to why you were shaking, why tears were pricking your eyes. He smiled to himself. Glad you were getting pleasure out of this for yourself. While he loved to use you, he didn’t want you to feel used. 

Your hands were balled into fists. This was almost too much for you to take. Your mouth was full, your ass plugged, Minho had just stuffed two fingers inside of you, all while he mercilessly toyed and sucked on your clit. Your legs were shaking, you couldn’t help it. What was a girl like you to do? Chris pushed his dick in as far as it could go. Reaching between his legs, thumb on your throat to constrict your breathing. Your body tensed. This was it. This was how you reached heaven. Your vision blurred, tears beginning to stream down your face as you came. He pulled his cock out of your mouth, allowing you a little room to breathe. Thick strings of saliva connected you to his member as you choked out a long wonton moan.

You couldn’t see the satisfied look on your boyfriend's face, but you knew it was there. Meanwhile, Minho happily ate to his content. He had tuned out anything but the soft cackling of the fire and your moans. He wanted to make you feel good. He knew this was the one and only time he’d get to do so, Chris had told him as much when he gave him the rundown for the night's events. So Minho wasn’t going to take this opportunity lightly. With your clit still in his mouth, he added another finger to your cunt, totalling them to three. He searched for the squishy little pad inside of you, pressing up on it, dragging his fingers back and forth on it. Luckily for him, you couldn’t move, because you seemed like you wanted to run, as overstimulation started to take over. You cried out, unable to do much else. 

“What's he doing to you baby?” Chris asked smugly, index and thumb grabbing your chin, lifting you. He forced you to look at what the birthday boy was doing between your legs. You almost came from the sigh alone. His face was smeared with your essence, eyes completely dark with lust, fingers stretching you out as he continuously hammered your g-spot. Your second climax hit you without warning. Your squirt forcefully being pulled from you, painting the man's face and fingers between your legs. You let out a scream that reverberates off the dark walls of the apartment. Thankfully you knew that the walls were well insulated and the neighbors wouldn’t be calling the cops to file a noise complaint. “Look at that…” Chris almost looked proud at the mess you’d made. “You’re spoiling my baby, Minho.” 

The man groaned against you, still licking up all of your juices, determined not to leave a trace behind. You were intoxicating. Minho was absolutely enamored with you. From the fucked out look that graced your face to the taste, smell, and aura of you. He could shamelessly say that the little crush he harbored for you, might be developing into something more. But he couldn’t think of that now. What would his hyung say if he ever found out his feelings? He pulled back, pushing thoughts of wanting you for his own, out of his head. “You ready, baby?” Chris ran a loving hand down the center of your chest, under your tied arms and over your stomach.

“Since it’s Minho’s special day, I’ll let him decide if he wants your tight little ass or cunt. Okay?” You nodded with wide sparkling eyes. Any bit of tiredness was washed away with the prospect of being fully stretched by two men. That made Minho painfully hard. He groaned as he sat on his knees, fingers finding their way to his member, tugging it to feel a bit of relief as he thought about what he wanted. If he was being truthful with himself, he’d admit he wanted to be shellfish and have you all to himself. But he couldn’t do that, not here. Not when his friend was so nice to share you with him. “What do you say, Minho?”

“Pussy.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice. He needed this. He needed to feel you wrapped around him.

“Pussy it is, then.” Chris undid your restraints, your hands going to each of your wrist to rub where the fabric had left behind little marks. Something to remember the beginning of the night by, at least until they faded. Chris stood and being the gentleman he was, helped you up to your feet. He made sure you were steady as he led you to the couch. First he had you bend over, legs spread, so that he could carefully remove the plug from your ass. But not without toying with it first, pulling it in and out, making sure your hole was nice and stretched for him. Next was the application of lube to both of your holes and his member. “Here,” motioned the bottle towards Minho, who was forced to peel his eyes away from the sight between your legs to take it. 

Chris was the first to lie down on the couch, leading you to lie with your back to his chest. Deft fingers, led his member to your waiting ass hole, and he expertly guided it in. Your head rolled back onto Chris’s shoulder as he filled you up, pushing you down slowly on him, making you take him inch by inch. Minho stood there, just watching as your face morphed into one of pure ecstasy. He was still tugging on his length, readying himself for you. Chris waved him over, letting him know it was his turn to slide in, and he honestly couldn’t wait. Despite not wanting to come off as too eager.

He swallowed the lump of spit that settled in his throat as soon as he kneeled on the couch between your legs. You were spread wide, lubed up, ass stuffed full of cock, while your pussy waited to be filled by him. Only him. He was still gripping the lube in his hand and used a bit more of it on himself before tossing it and lining his member up with your entrance. He slid the tips back and forth through your folds, making you jerk and squeeze your boyfriend. Chris’ grip on your thighs tightened, spreading you even wider. The sight made Minho dizzy. “Please…” The whine that fell from your lips nearly drained the man of his life force. “Please Minho…” You reached a hand between your legs, spreading your lips even more for him. 

He nearly crumbled. He wasted no time, sliding in, feeling your warmth envelope him. His eyes rolled back in the back of his head. This had to be the best feeling in the world. You were warm and tight, made even tighter by your boyfriend stuffing your ass. He took a moment to savor the feeling, before he started moving. That was Chris’ cue to do the same. You bit the back of your hand, to keep yourself from screaming. The feeling was indescribable.The initial pain subsided so quickly it scared you. Chris moved your hand. “Let us hear you, baby.” He dragged his nose along the column of your neck and pressed a kiss under your ear. “Let us know you feel good.”

You nodded, eyes focusing on the man in front of you. His eyes completely focused on where you were connected. Fixated on the way your walls pulled him back in every time he pulled back. The lube slowly mixes with your cream, and the sight would be one he’d remember for the rest of his life. What other birthday was like this? Has there ever been a gift given to him that was better? Nothing could top this. Well- unless he got to do this every year. He picked up his pace, loving the grip you had on him. Your eyes closed, mouth agape, but only long enough for fingers to be stuffed inside it. You felt spit coat your clit, causing your eyes to flutter open in time to see Minho rubbing it fervently. He wanted this to be a mind blowing experience for you too.

Your hand flew to his wrist, almost ready to pry it away. But the pleading look in his eyes made you pause. He angled his hips in just the right way, the tip of his member brushing against your spot, making your toes curl. Tears once again brimmed your eyes, the feeling of both men fucking you open was almost too much to take but at the same time you wanted more. Wanted to give them as much pleasure as they were giving you. You squeezed your walls, tightening around both of them. Chris’ hand that was still holding your thigh, moved to your neck, squeezing it in retaliation. Minho picked up his pace, fucking into you faster, using his years of dance training to further impress you. A few more flicks of his fingers against your clit had you coming undone. Shaking wildly between the two men. 

But that didn’t stop their thrusts, if anything that encouraged them to keep going, extending your hard orgasm. Minho did at least give your clit a break, reaching for your nipples, to pinch and pull on both. You let out a choked sob, feeling on the edge of hysteria. Chris' hand relaxed around your throat, the fingers he had in your mouth stroked your tongue. His hips gave a few more thrusts up into you before he unloaded right in your ass. You grabbed at his hand, nails, digging into the skin of his wrist. You could feel his seed seeping out of you as he stilled. He softly ran his fingers over your sweat slicked stomach, soothingly.

Minho was still going. He leaned in, kissing the parts of you he was allowed to. Your lips were off limits, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get close. He littered your jaw with kisses and bites, then did the same to your neck and chest. Once again he was like a man starved, needing to consume every last bit of you. He left marks all over your skin. Hoping that you would cherish the small amount of time you could share together, because this was certainly going to be burned into his brain. This was now going to be a part of his personality, something deeply embedded into his psyche.

The way you were looking at him, like he had the power to unmake you at this very moment was making his head spin. “Minho…fill me up… please…” You reached a hand out, fingers brushing over his cheek as you looked him in his eyes. This was delusion inducing. He didn’t need you to look at him like that. What was he to do if he fell for your charms any harder than he already had. He shook his head, closing his eyes to break the searing eye contact you had with him.

Chris chuckled, reminding Minho of his presence. “Baby, I think you are fucking with his head looking at him like that.” Minho’s eyes shot open. What did that mean? “Don’t lead him on… tell him what you want.” He grabbed your chin to keep your eyes on Minho. “Tell him again what my dirty girl wants.”

Your tongue darted out, wetting your slightly parched lips. “Cum inside me, Minho….” You were pleading with him now and how could you not oblige? “Fuck it deep into this pussy… it’s yours for the night…” Could he get high off words? It felt like more than his lower head was about to pop. That was all it took for him to burst. He pushed his hips flush against yours, hands moving to your hips to keep them in places as his streams of cum filled you up. You reached for his face again, dragging your thumb over his bottom lip, as your eyes stared deep into his. He didn’t need a kiss if this was how you treated him. But if he had one wish, this night would never end. He’d repeat it over and over again until the end of time.

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[ghxstwrites]

Messy

Pairing:  Non-Idol! Bangchan x Fem! Reader

Summary: You decided to take Bangchan out for his birthday, and things get a little messy...

WC: 2.2K

AU: Non-Idol

Genre: Smut, Filth, Porn with Plot

Warning(s): Smut! MDNI, Salirophilia, Dacryphilia, Impact Play, (slight) Degradation, Edging, Pet names (Baby, Good Girl, Slut, Pretty Girl), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), Jealous/Possessive BangChan, Oral (M Receiving) Dom! Chan, Sub! Reader. 

A/N: Quink Lesson! Salirophilia is a sexual fetish or paraphilia that involves deriving erotic pleasure from soiling or disheveling the object of one's desire.  Happy Birthday, Bangchan! I felt with the first smut of the season falling directly on his birthday, it was the right thing to do. Big thanks to my beta reader @bunnliix with some help from @kpop---scenarios <3

Taglist: @bethelighthalazia @a---shura @kpop---scenarios @potatomountain send me a ask if you'd like to be added!

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

Kinktober & Flufftober Masterlist

“Baby, are you almost ready?” you hear your boyfriend ask from the other room. 

“Almost, I’m having trouble deciding on my lipstick for the night!” you respond swiftly. 

It was your boyfriend, Chris’, birthday and you had decided to treat him at his favorite restaurant with his closest friends for the night. You’d both been running around each other for about two hours now in an effort to get dressed, and you were running close on time. He’d come out of the bedroom finishing tying his tie.

“Do you need help - oh.” He stops in his tracks as his eyes drink in your body and its attire for the night. 

A short black dress, loose sleeves that hang just over your shoulders, your hair in soft curls with a pair of elegant black heels he'd bought you as a ‘just because present’, as an excuse to take you on fancier dates.

“Yeah?” You turned to meet his gaze and you were greeted with a smug smirk.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart, and all for me?” He slowly walks toward you.

“I mean, of course…,”  you smile,  “do you think this shade looks right on me?” you quiz him as he closes the gap between the two of you.

“Hmm.. let me see,” he muses softly as he grabs your chin in his hand, leaning in. 

Your eyes search for his next move and his smirk grows wider. 

He brings his thumb up to your lip. You instinctively take his thumb in your mouth, sucking on the digit with a small moan. 

“That’s my good girl,” he coos softly as his hand reaches around, grabbing your ass and kneading it in his rough palm. 

He draws his thumb out your mouth, smearing your perfectly applied lipstick in the process. Seeing this, his mind clouds over in lust as he quickly covers your lips with his in a searing kiss as his free hand finds itself on your ass as well, pulling you closer to him. He hoists you up on the vanity table as he steps closer to you, you could feel his erection growing on the inside of your thigh. 

“C-Chris, we’re gonna be late,” you breathe out as you break away from the heated moment. 

“Can’t the birthday boy be just a little late to his own dinner?” his voice rough with lust as he peppers kisses against your neck causing you to shiver.

You’d walked into the restaurant with Chris in tow, his hand placed on the small of your back guiding you silently through the seemingly crowded restaurant. 

“Hey! There's the birthday boy!” Jisung shouts as the two of you come into sight. Christopher smiles as greets the younger boy with a hug. You both greet the boys who’d arrived as you waited for the others.

He pulls out the chair for you, inviting you to sit before making himself comfortable next to you.

“Y/N, you look really pretty tonight,” You turn your head to see Jeongin with a soft smile on his face. 

“Thank you Jeongin, you look good too.” you returned his smile, while under the table you felt Christopher nudge your foot with his causing you to look up at him only seeing him looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

You continue conversations for a while, feeling eyes on you throughout the night, believing them to be Chris’ you didn’t pay attention. 

You’d been catching up with Minho across the table from you while Christopher had been chatting with his other friends,

“You can’t be serious?!” you giggle at a comment made from Minho referring to some mischief one of his cats had gotten into due to some catnip infused treats. 

This peaks Christopher’s curiosity as his focus is on your conversation, even though he’s facing away from you.

“Very serious…” Minho trails off as his eyes rake over your body, something you failed to notice, but definitely did not go unnoticed by your boyfriend. 

Chris’ hand sneaks onto your exposed thigh under the table, causing you to stutter your words mid conversation. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Minho’s eyes snap back to yours in confusion. 

“Y-Yeah sorry, I think it was just a cold chill.” you try to remain calm, placing your hand over  Chris’ as he squeezes your thigh. 

“So…,“ He starts as you walk through the door of your shared apartment, tossing his car keys into the basket by the door. 

You stop in your tracks, slowly turning to face him, you know that tone of voice. “Yes, Baby?” you try to feign innocence as he moves closer to you. 

“Did you enjoy the attention tonight, baby?” He tilts your chin up to look at him “Hmm?” 

“I..I don’t know what you’re on about Chris.” you stutter out. 

He chuckles darkly. “I think you do, baby…” he searches your eyes for a moment as his grip on your chin tightens, causing you to wince. “You wanna try that again?” a smirk remains on his face.

“I really didn’t notice, I just… I just thought they were being friendly, baby” you respond faintly. 

All he could do was laugh, the noise going straight to your core. Chan walked you backwards into The wall, his hands remained on your chin, letting out a soft groan when you made contact.

“Seems I need to remind you who you belong too, hm?” he whispers faintly as his lips contact yours in a desperate kiss.

You melt into his touch as he pins you between him and the wall as his knee slots between your thighs keeping them open causing you to moan softly. Christopher uses this as an opportunity to slip his tongue Into your mouth, tasting you.

His hands travel down your body, tracing your curves as he pulls you closer to him as his fingertips dig into your hips. Your head falls back against the wall and he uses this opportunity to trail open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“Pl-please, Chris…” you whine out 

“I bet Minho wouldn’t make you feel this good,” His voice rough with lust as his lips ghost over your skin. “Would he, baby?” 

“Chris, pl-” you’re cut off when you feel his large palm come down on your ass.

“Answer.” He growls. 

“No! No… no one could ever make me feel this good” you practically sob out.

He smirks against the skin of your collar bone, his hands slipping down your thighs, picking you up as he walks the two of  you to your shared bedroom. He kicks the door shut behind him as he  sits you down on the side of the bed. 

You stare up at him as he removes his suit jacket, discarding it somewhere in the room. His stare is boring into your soul as the arousal pools in your panties, you press your thighs together searching for something to give you the friction you so desperately craved. 

Another thing Christopher definitely caught.  

He grabs your legs, forcing them apart as he towers over you. “Only good girls get rewarded in this house, baby” he muses. 

He never breaks eye contact as his fingers trail up your exposed thigh, causing goosebumps to ignite your skin as you lean back on the bed. 

You let out a soft gasp as Christophers fingers ghost over your clothed sex, drawing a moan out of you as he traces lazy circles over it. 

“You do this on purspose dont you,” he bites “Showing those pretty tits to my friends, hoping you’d make me jealous so I’d come home and fuck you stupid?”  

All you can muster is a whimper, Chris’ filthy words only fueling your desire further as you feel more arousal seep out of you. 

A harsh smack to your thigh breaks your thoughts.

“Answer me, slut.” He grits at you. “Did you enjoy Minho eye fucking you?”

“Y-yes, made me feel pretty…” you whine. 

Something in him snaps, did he not make you feel pretty enough? Was his lingering touches not enough? Why did you feel the need to seek validation from his friends? 

None of that mattered. 

What mattered is how he reached down, ripping the thin blue lace material of your panties off, tossing the ruined fabric to the side.

‘C-Christopher!” you stutter out as you see the lust cloud his vision as he makes quick work of his belt.

Chan throws his belt somewhere as he then moves onto his pants, unzipping them and shoving them and his underwear down, his length hitting his stomach as he did so. You stare at him, eyes flicking to his length immediately. 

No matter how many times you sleep with your boyfriend, the sight of his dick will always be a shock to you. This time was no different, the tip was red, he was already leaking pre cum as he gripped the base, positioning himself at your entrance. 

“You want to act like a slut? Fine,” He thrust himself into you, causing the both of you to moan at the same time. “I’ll fucking treat you like one.” 

He pulls out slightly, slamming himself back into you causing you to cry out, he sets a rough and fast pace giving you no time to adjust to his size. 

You throw your head back against the bed sheets as Chris ruts into you. You feel the familiar heat in your stomach as he drives you closer to your high, your moans  increase in pitch indicating your impending release before Chris pulls out of you completely. 

“P-please I’m so close!” you look up at him, doe eyed. 

“Be a good girl for me, and maybe I’ll let you finish?” He smirks back at you. 

He flips you over, causing you to whine in the process as he brings his calloused hand down on your ass, the smack echoing through your shared room. You whimper into the bed as he lands another smack, this time gently massaging the area. 

“C-Christopher… please…,” you feel tears start welling up in your eyes. 

“Please, What?” he asked, almost mocking you. 

“W-Want you,” you meekly whimper out trying to push yourself back against him. 

He chuckles darkly as slams back into you, causing you to cry out his name. He reaches down grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you back, closer to him as he harshly fucks into you. 

“St-Still think Minho can do better? Think he can fuck you the way I do?” He grits in your ear as tears start streaming down your face. 

“N-never, on-only want you,” you sob out. 

“Look at my pretty girl…,” he muses, “Crying over how good my cock is?” he coos at you, his hand sneaking around to toy with your clit. 

You let out a high pitched moan, your body starts to tremble as he rubs slow circles around the sensitive bud. 

“Go on, be a good girl and cum for me, Hm?” he muses softly in your ear. 

That's all it took to have you coming undone, the band in your belly snapped. You moaned out as your orgasm washed over you. You shook in his grip as he helped you ride it out, eventually letting you fall on the bed causing you to whimper into the mattress. 

You roll over to look up at him, tear and mascara stained cheeks paired perfectly with your smeared lipstick as you look up at him. 

“Fuck…,” he grits, his hand coming up to cup your face. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” 

You lean into his touch, smiling softly. He runs his thumb across your lower lip. The way you look up at him causes his dick to twitch, something you only catch out of the corner of your eye. 

Christopher takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he admires your fucked out face, so much so he doesn’t notice you bring your hand up, wrapping it around his still throbbing member as he lets out a gasp. 

“Oh… fuck, baby,” he breathes, his head leaning forward.

You take notice of this and as his eyes close, you sink to your knees in front of him. Leaning in, you give the head kitten licks. His eyes shoot open, meeting yours as you sink down on his shaft. 

“Baby…,” he sighs, throwing his head back. ”That’s it, pretty girl.” 

You moan around him, the vibration causing him to let out a choked sob. As your movements speed up he reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair trying to keep some sort of control. 

“Please, don’t stop.” you feel him twitch slightly, letting you know he was close.

You took his entire length in your mouth, your nose brushing the base of his length. The man above you letting out an almost pornagraphic moan, the noise traveling straight to your core, are you continuing bobbing up and down his length. You sink down on his length one final time as he falls apart above you. 

Just as thick, hot ribbons of his release coats the inside of your mouth, he pulls you off of him, The rest of his release landing on your chin and chest. 

He stares down at you, breathing heavily. 

“That’s my pretty girl.” 

[snowball-doie]

୨୧ Making sub!Jeno squirt ୨୧

| pairing: sub!Jeno x Dom!gn!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. NSFW link. Public play. Exhibitionism kink. Intoxicated while performing consensual sexual acts. Jerking off. Male squirting. Nicknames (Reader calls Jeno "puppy").

| wc: 1.3k

| aurora's note: My cute lil birthday week post for my first NCT moot @hisunflower

When Jeno introduced the idea of going to the club together, you thought it was a bit silly, but you inevitably gave in. He had fun messing with you on the dance floor. He'd bring over a drink for you to sip on while he was up behind you, one hand on your hip to keep you close to him while he grinded his growing erection against your ass, slowly grunting in your ear, humming along to the music. He knew better than to get himself off without permission. But the alcohol was impeding his ability to remember simple rules, like no touching you without permission, no getting himself off without permission, and no cumming without permission. Good news for him was that he hadn't yet gotten to the last part, and you were entertained by the second part because of his pathetic humping and moaning, so you let him continue to guide your hips to the beat of the music while you giggled and reached up with your free hand to play with his long hair.

"Can I cum?" he whispered in your ear at the height of the next song.

"No," you replied coolly.

Jeno whined and moved his hips away from yours to halt the friction that was urging him towards his orgasm. Another two songs passed. They went by quickly for you, but for Jeno behind you, it seemed that he was being tortured between wanting to touch you and not wanting to disobey you by accident. When your drink was done, you passed the empty glass to Jeno.

You spun around, flinging your arms around his neck. "Find a place for those, then meet me in the bathroom in three minutes. Knock four times."

Jeno's cheeks were red and his eyes were dark with lust. He nodded like a lost puppy as you nodded then quickly escaped his arms, walking towards the bathroom while swimming upstream through the crowd of other clubbers.

In the bathroom, you locked the door behind you so that no one would bother you, then you waited. Patiently. Three minutes later, there were four cautious knocks on the door, and while you let him second guess himself for another few seconds, before you relieved his stress by opening the door and pulling him inside. Jeno immediately began kissing you-- He'd already broken the rule on the dance floor, he didn't give two fucks anymore. He just wanted you. However, he relinquished his power to you so that you could push him up against the counter, fidgeting with the belt around his waist, unbuckling it quickly then undoing his jeans before pushing them down with his underwear. Jeno moaned into your mouth as your hand accidentally ghosted over his straining erection on its way to take off his shirt so that you could admire his abs while you finally got to use him. Jeno took the hem of his black shirt in his mouth when you held it up for him. Once he was settled on the counter, his hands propping him upright, his shirt dangling from his mouth, you finally touched him for real, no teasing or accidentally touching him. You took his cock in your hand and vigorously began jerking him off. Jeno tensed. He moaned against his shirt and wrapped his ankles around one of your legs. His cock was naturally big, but when it was hard, he somehow managed to get even bigger… That made your task somewhat of a struggle. Your hand barely fit around his girth, and while pumping the entirety of his long length, you found that the alcohol made your arm feel tired early on— But you pushed through for him. The way his face scrunched with pleasure was just too cute to resist. You wanted to see him cum for you finally after getting himself all worked up in public… And now he was sitting on a public bathroom counter, his body exposed, and—

“I forgot to lock the door,” you told him. Jeno’s abs contracted while he panted into the fabric of his t-shirt. “Someone could walk in on us at any second, find you naked, whimpering, ready to cum for me.” He threw his head back as he let out a lewd moan. “Maybe they’ll be lucky enough to catch you cumming.”

He whimpered, his eyes pleading with you for something— Maybe it was that he was close, or that he wanted you to stop to check the door, or that he secretly wished that your fantasy would become a reality. Whatever it was that made him look so pathetic, you grinned in return.

Within the next few seconds, Jeno dropped the t-shirt from his mouth to pant, “C-Can I… c-c-cum? Please—“ Poor thing couldn’t even think straight, his tongue lolled out as he continued like your good little puppy. How could you deny that?

“Cum, puppy.”

Jeno’s fit body squirmed against the bathroom counter as he came on his thighs and ripped chest. His orgasm came and went fast, however you refused to stop jerking him off, which in turn earned you the most beautiful whimpers and pleas you could have ever imagined from such a buff man— The same buff man who followed you around like a dog and begged for your attention at all times like one too. Jeno cursed under his ragged breath as he began squirting. He made a mess of his cum-stained body, and your hand that still continued to torture him with blissful overstimulation, and he even got some on the counter and the floor tiles too. You felt him softening in your hand but that didn’t deter you. The more his body jerked and he begged you to stop, the more inclined you were to keep going. His abs strained as the rest of his body gave out.

“I can’t—” he said with a dumbed-out hiccup.

Finally, you took some pity on him, your hand winding down slowly until it came to a complete stop. There was nothing else to milk from him. Not while both of you were drunk and exhausted.

“T-t-the door.”

“I locked it when you came in.”

Jeno’s head slumped against the mirror behind him. “I hate you.”

“It made you cum pretty hard, though. You’re welcome.”

His big cock rested against his wet stomach. “How are we gonna get out of here?”

You started pulling paper towels out of the dispenser. “Maybe I should open the door and let people get a good look at you. Covered in cum… Tongue hanging out of your mouth like a puppy… Your body on display like a Greek God.”

Jeno blushed.

He sat still, likely from the exhaustion and the alcohol making him dizzy, while you cleaned him up with the shitty paper towels the club had on-hand. You only planned on cleaning as much as you could before you could get home and put him into the shower. It was rare for Jeno to make a mess… To squirt. The first time he did, he freaked out, trying to run and hide out of embarrassment, but after he learned you found it hot, Jeno never stopped wishing for the next time his body would let him do it for you. Usually when he had been drinking a lot of water throughout the day, especially after working out, or when the two of you were drinking, was when he’d let go like that. Part of you honestly hadn’t expected him to do so in a public bathroom… Then again, desperate Jeno would do anything for you.

“This place smelled like piss long before you,” you told him in an attempt to ease his nerves as you helped him put his clothes back on and stand up. “Let’s get out of here.” You grabbed his chiseled chin and brought him in for another passionate kiss. “I’m not quite done with you yet.”

[dekariosclan]

Choices

Tav, remembering the first time they came upon a corrupted portal, and chose to free a wizard from it.

Tav, remembering how the wizard said, “Hello! I’m Gale of Waterdeep,” with such warmth and affection, such a sweet smile, that they were powerless to choose anything other than to have him join the party.

Tav, remembering the weeks after, of Gale slowly opening up to them. Of Gale offering approval on Tav’s toughest choices, even when others in the team were critical. Of Gale offering his hand when he was at his most vulnerable, to show Tav the horrors inside of him. Of Gale offering to help Tav conjure the Weave, to show them the beauty inside of him, too.

Tav, remembering the first time Gale confessed his love for them, when he conjured illusions of the night sky; an aurora borealis; a recreation of his home in Waterdeep; and a breathtaking view of Waterdeep itself.

Tav, remembering how Gale then offered a choice: to make love amongst the stars as the Gods do, or to make love in the ‘old ways,’ on a four-poster bed amidst the sound of their own hurried breaths and low murmurs of lust.

Tav, remembering how Gale chose to do all of that for someone whom he’d only just fallen for, and how he’d implied that it was not his best effort, saying: “If things were different, if we were home, I’d have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better. But time is short.”

That was then.

Now, the Absolute has been defeated, and Tav and Gale are finally able to choose their own fate: Return to Waterdeep? Stay in Baldur’s Gate and rebuild? Go off adventuring? In the end, the choice they make hardly seems to matter—so long as they’re together.

Gale’s orb is either removed by Mystra or quieted by his own contentment. He is eager to become Tav’s husband. He loves Tav more than he’s ever loved anyone, mortal or immortal. He is happier than he has ever been in his entire life.

And now, on their wedding night, Tav remembers his words from their first night together; remembers that now he does have the time to do things properly…and wonders what he will choose to do with that time.

He chooses to be overflowing with joy, to start. Every declaration of love whispered in Tav’s ear ends with ‘don’t you agree, Mister Dekarios?’/‘what do you think, Missus Dekarios?’ or Gale simply lifting Tav’s hand to his lips for a kiss. Reveling in the sight of his ring on Tav’s finger.

As he leads Tav to the bedroom door, there are rose petals scattered on the ground leading up to it. But when Gale ‘My-Grand-Gestures-of-Romance-Can-Never-Be-Grand-Enough’ Dekarios opens the door, it’s not to reveal a bed covered in roses; instead it’s a whole field of roses, with a clear path to the bed in the center. Tav can see the sun setting in the most beautiful sky they have ever seen, casting a romantic peach-hued light over everything. There’s a picnic spread with food and wine and cheese and so many dessert options it puts their wedding catering to shame. There’s a lake that Tav already knows will be the perfect temperature for skinny dipping. And of course, next to the bed—one so luxurious the previous four-poster bed seems forgettable—there’s a pile of books. Many are collections of romantic poetry, but there’s other, more intriguing titles as well. Titles about pleasure and positions and astral lovemaking. It’s so incredible it’s almost too much for Tav to take in.

But most wonderful of all is just Gale standing in front of Tav, his eyes radiating love as he holds their hand. “Well, my dear?” He asks softly. “Where do you want to start?” He waves a hand at the scene in front of them. “Choose,” he encourages them with a smile.

And Tav, in awe of this man, his creativity, his talents and his unmatched heart, fully intends to sample everything he’s done—but the very first thing they choose to do is wrap their arms around him, claim his mouth in a hungry kiss, and pull him to the ground right there. Bed be damned.

Gale’s laughter against Tav’s lips, as he returns their kiss with his own matching fervor, lets Tav know they chose correctly.

On all counts.

[spiteless-xo]

╰┈➤ aurora borealis. [ongoing] ⋙ A snapshot over five years of how your relationship with Satoru Gojo develops.

ft. satoru gojo / fem!reader cw. nsfw - minors do not interact, eventual smut, angst, alternate universe - no curses, explicit language, explicit sexual content, friends to lovers, pining, slow burn, sexual tension, praise kink, miscommunication, emotional cheating, unlikeable main character, some details are intentionally ambiguous, ⚠️major character death⚠️, jjk manga spoilers, POV second person

001. LIKING (7k words)

“It’s funny how things work out like that,” Geto says. “You know what they say about sexual tension.” “What?” Gojo asks with whipped cream on his mouth. “That if you feel it, then it’s mutual.” Gojo runs his thumb over his lips, cleaning off the mess before sucking the finger into his mouth. You feel your throat go dry as you watch him, eyes focused on the way his lips circle the digit, pursing lewdly before he pulls his thumb out with a wet pop! You can see a string of saliva trailing from the end of his finger to his lips. He seems so distracted by what’s left of the cake on his plate that you’re not even sure he’s listening to what Geto is saying. Hell, you’re hardly paying attention to what Geto’s saying.

002. LONGING (7.5k words)

The corners of Geto's lips twitch up into a smile. “He’s been talking about you quite a bit since we’ve been here. He gets excited every time you send him a picture—like a little puppy.” You smile, sitting up a little taller, and leaning forward toward the screen. “He sends me pictures, too,” you say, and your voice has dipped down into a whisper, like it’s a secret. “So, I send him stuff back if I see something that makes me think of him.” Geto nods. “Keep it up, he likes it… he likes you, you know.” Your cheeks burn with heat and you have to shift your gaze away from Geto’s knowing smile. “Oh, I like him, too,” you say, and the words struggle to escape from the tightness in your chest. “He’s a really good friend.” “Friend?” Geto says, chuckling softly. “I don’t think Satoru sees you as his friend."

003. LUSTING (11k words)

“It’s a bit early to be drinking so much,” Geto hisses, “don’t you think?” “Nah,” Satoru dismisses, and he brings one of the glasses up to his lips. His movements are sloppy and uncoordinated and you watch as the red liquid sloshes precariously against the rim of the glass, threatening to spill onto his white dress shirt. He takes a big gulp—you can see his throat bob and rivers of red slide down either side of his mouth, along the curve of his chin—and when he sets the glass back down onto the table, his nose crinkles in distaste. “Satoru, honey,” his date coos, grabbing her napkin at the table to dab at the spilled liquid, “you’re making a mess.” “Honey?” you spit, brows raising into your hairline.

004. LOVING (10k words)

“What’s my name in your phone?” you ask, cocking your head to the side. “Snookums? Sweetie Pie? My Soulmate?” “My One and Only.” Satoru’s expression softens as he speaks. His face relaxes and his eyes widen minutely as his hands come to rest on your hips. The corner of his lip twitches against his cheek as he fights back a smile, but even with all of the theatrics, you don’t let yourself fall for it. “Liar. That’s your name for Suguru.” His features sharpen in an instant—grin splitting across his face and gaze turning sinister while his fingers press hard into your skin. Satoru runs his tongue across his teeth, catching on a canine and pressing into it with devilish delight. “You caught me,” he says, and he can’t hide his excitement. “Whoops! I guess I need to be punished for being so bad.”

005. ---

[laurentidal]

Sunset

The light had come as part of a paid partnership with some Immediagram shop. that sold lamps. She posted on her story to buy their products if they sent her a free version to try out. Well Sasha loved free shit, so who was she to say no?

The lamp arrived and she set it all up, but it had some kind of a weird shimmer in it. Almost like a flicker. But it wasn't enough for her to cause a ruckus about it. After all, the light did relax her and make her feel like she was laid out under the setting sun. It made her feel nice and warm. Like she should be sunbathing. And you didn't do that with clothes on.

Before long she was spending her nights staring at the projection on the wall, naked and enjoying herself immensely.

"Everyone needs to get one of these lamps!" she posted on her story a week after the lamp arrived. She'd posted a picture with it of the lamp's effect on the wall, "forgetting" to notice that you could see her topless body in a nearby mirror.

The shop reached out to her and told her they were very grateful for the social media attention she was bringing them. They told her she was a very good girl, and that anytime she looked at her sunset, she'd be overcome by lust and need to cum any way she wished.

Well, the intern working the social media desk that day hadn't quite thought it through. The next day as the sun set on the bus ride home, Sasha looked out the window at the red and orange sky. Warmth washed over her. Her mind was lost in the warm colors in the sky and her pussy moistened immediately. She looked at the man beside her with a hungry expression.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked him. "I need something stuffed in my cunt in the next 10 minutes and if you want, it could be you." He took one look at her, felt her hand on his rapidly hardening cock and nodded vigorously. But at her house, he found himself staring at the light on the wall as he thrust into her, his eyes glazed as he glazed her face.

She took the subway home from work after that, and he placed an order for a sunset lamp he couldn't quite remember.

Continue the story in Aurora.

[renren-006]

Hiii I just wanna say I love your writing <33

Can I request heavvyyyyyyy smut with f!reader x Theseus Scamander in which they are both aurors wanting head auror position and Theseus is tired of reader always running her mouth and one night when they are both staying in the office late she has to drop of something in his office and they have a mini argument and he shuts her up iykwim (lil bit of choking and biting kink for ✨spice ✨) - ⛄️

Magical Hands | Theseus Scamander x fem Reader

A/n: hey omg absolutely!! thank you so much for the request! hehe also thank you for including some elements you want!!

warning: 18 PLUS ONLY!! smut! spicy!

word count: 1471

While you did work with a ton of Aurors there was one in particular you couldn't stand, and maybe it was because he slightly made you weak but it was also just because of his arrogance. You hated how he boasted about how good he was  at his job, and how you felt immeasurable compared to him. You wanted the Head Auror position, had been working towards it for a few years now and kept getting sidestepped by Thesus Scamander himself. How his brother was a completely different person, you had no idea. The man never ever let you get more than a  few steps in front of you before he came in and stole what you thought was your position away from you. 

You back talked to him, trash talked him even said his magic was flimsy, it was not, you just did everything you could to beat him down but it never worked. You knew he hated it, was annoyed by it, and that slightly made it better for you. The teasing and the banter, in your own way was showing him you did in fact want to be better but also that there was some other deeper level of attraction towards him. 

It was one night during a particularly tough case that you and Theseus stayed late to work on it, in separate offices of course. You had scanned through some papers and had written up the incident report for the day and was going to drop it off to Thesaurus, not without some banter along the way.

“Well if it isn't the Great Aurora” you said as you hugged the doorway to his office. Thesis huffed a breath and looked up from where he was hunched over a large table in the room. 

“What do you want?” he asked, looking at you now. You slowly meandered into the room. 

“That's a lot of papers,” you said, ignoring his question. 

“Yea, it's from the mess at the docks”

“Ah…I see even your greatness cant solve it” you said, trying at anything for him to take the bait like he sometimes does. 

“Again what is it you want” he asked, clearly not amused by what you were saying or baiting. 

“Why do you assume I want something?” you asked, snapping a bit at him. 

“I don't have time for this y/n '' he said, pulling his attention back to his work, that he had slowly started to put back into piled. 

“Aww can't pull yourself away for two minutes” you asked him as he was moving the things off the table, making you lean back on it watching him.

“Y/N '' Theseus said, snapping his head back to you, annoyance ringing clear in your name. 

“Poor Theseus can’t…” you were cut off by his lips slamming onto yours, the clear force shoving your hips and ass further into the table. You were caught off guard for the first time in years. He slid his hands onto your waist lifting you without hesitation and putting you on the table. His eyes met yours, the pure lust and hunger on his face made you slowly unravel from the mask you had put on around him. 

“Theseus?” you asked slowly wondering what was happening. He stepped back, gathering himself. 

“Sorry i…”

“I didn't tell you to stop,” you told him, “I only wanted to know…why?”

“Why? Are you kidding me? For years you have been doing this act this flirtation annoying act…i cant take it for one more moment”

“You knew?”

“Of course I knew, I see how you are around the other Aurors and it's only to me that you do this,” he said, gesturing to you, the attitude you had with him. He walked back over, you let your legs spread apart the skirt you had on rising slowly as you did, showing more and more skin. A growl escaped his lips as he stood in between them. 

“You wear those just for me?’ he asked, referencing your skit and the little number you had on underneath that he had a view of.  

“Not intentionally” you told him

“Hmm so you just hopped id see your little number?”

“Maybe…maybe I'll bend in front of you, act like I'm going to pick something up and then…leave you there wanting more,” you told him, making him grip your legs. 

“Tell me darling…you like being such a brat?” he asked you hand slowly making its way up your body then landing on your neck, wrapping around it slightly. You groaned, rocking your hips against the air, something Theseus caught. “Oh darling, cant be doing that now can you” he said. His other hand sliding up your thigh twords those little red undwewear you put on, and almost right twords your spots but stopping at the top of your thigh and squeezing. You were being teased and you knew it. The amount of restraint he was trying to have, became apparent to you when you saw him eyeing your skin and the hand wrapped around your neck. You wanted him to squeese, wanted him to slip sinde, you wanted all of him, however aggressive. You desperatly wanted that hunger to devour him and consume you. He eyes you again, making your skin heat up more and more from his gaze, his hunger. 

“What are you so hesitant about?” you asked him, his eyes jumped to meet yours.

“Dont want to go to far”

“I want to go far with you” you told him, “devoir me baby”  you told him, tilting your head up giving him the etire access to yourself. He squeezed your neck pulling himself into you. The squeezing from his hands sent you into space, your kisses were sloppier yes but he didnt care, not one but as he saw the ecstasy on your face. He left your lips, and gassed longly at your neck where is hand was wrapped around it and your eyes were glossy from the feeling. He let go, letting the life return to your eyes. You gazed lost at him, from the relised feeling of his hand and the blood and air circulating back up to your head. He ran his hand down your neck, grazing over your chest before stopping at your waist. 

“Darling…” he started, the longing in his face, he wanted something. 

“Anything you want” you told him, the look he gave you or terror and pleasure was enought to make you want to brake on this table. He moved your hair back, beefore he took that jacket off leaving just in an almost skin tight blue shirt, showing his flexing msussles underneath and that body you wanted ontop of yours. You pulled him back to you by his belt and pulled your self and him flush while still on that table. He could tell what you waned, and what he was definitely going to do to you. Your underware was slow to be slipped off by the hand that had come back to rest by your thighs. That red piece fell to the floor, leaving the cold air to make you hiss slightly. The building tension you had for him, to do whatever he wanted to you, was insufferable. This shirt was unbuttoned slowly by your hands, wanting to just feel him. Once it was and his shirt fell you knew without even looking that all his windows and the door were locked and no one was interrupting hhat you two were doing. You new a charm of silence and cast it around the room, and the growl from Thesus when he felt it put into place almost made you loose yourself again. 

“No interruptions anymore” he said. Slowly most of your cloths were gone, and he stood there watching you, your body, as it cured to his touch. And when it was just the two of you those charms were truly needed. What ou never knew was how much thesusu enjoyed chocking you and how much he enjoyed bitting you, your neck, your thighs. You never wanted him to stop devouring you, the biute marks leaving deep red and almost bloody imprints on your skin. His thrust sent you into ecstasy, that table helping both of you that night. He made you reach the hevsns while keeping you tied down to earth. 

The next day those bite marks along your neck and chest were on display for the entire department to see, and when people got a glance at the matching set of hickies on Theseus neck and those leading down his chest, not that they could see those but you knew, the entire office was in shambles about the two of you. Those bite marks and the non visible imprint his hand left on you kept you going back to each other.