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[prettyforwoso]

Lay Back Baby

Lucy Bonze x Ona Batlle smut

Summary: Ona is staying home from training with the cold, yearning for Lucy's touch, she pushes the the whole day without, the second Lucy gets home, she knows what she needs.

a/n: Based on the large amounts of requests for this one !! hope you enjoy :) requests open

Ona awoke with a heavy sense of lethargy, her body feeling like a battleground between fatigue and discomfort. The room around her was dimly lit, the soft glow of daylight filtering through the curtains casting a muted atmosphere. As she blinked away the remnants of sleep, the realization of her sickness settled in, a weight on her chest that matched the heaviness in her head.

The air in the room felt stale, and Ona's groggy mind struggled to focus. Her and Lucys room, once a haven of comfort, now seemed foreign, as if the familiar surroundings had transformed into an unfamiliar landscape in the course of her nap. She gingerly sat up, her limbs protesting with every movement, and the blankets clung to her like an extra layer of fatigue.

Ona's nose was stuffy, her throat scratchy, and a persistent ache echoed through her body. She reached for the tissue box on her bedside table, a comforting ally in the battle against her symptoms. Each tissue she pulled out seemed to absorb a small part of her misery as she blew her nose, the soft sound a pitiful reminder of her unwell state.

Her gaze drifted to the window, where the outside world continued its oblivious hustle. The play of sunlight on the curtains formed patterns that danced in a rhythm detached from her own discomfort. Ona sighed, the sound a mixture of resignation and frustration, as she contemplated the tasks and responsibilities that awaited her beyond the confines of the couch.

She remembered how Lucy always took care of her when she was unwell – making tea, giving forehead touches, and saying comforting things. Ona scrolled through pictures of them together, smiling and happy. She sent Lucy a text, telling her how much she needed her right now.

Ona: missing you baby…

sent

Wrapped up in her blankets, she waited for Lucy's reply, hoping for some comfort. When Lucy's message came, it was like a virtual hug. Lucy promised to be home soon, and Ona felt a bit better just thinking about it. With the idea of Lucy's return from training in mind, Ona relaxed, knowing that love had the power to make her feel better even when she was at her sickest.

She peeled her body off the couch and headed for their bedroom, hoping to find a change of clothing, clinging to the idea that it might make a feel better to freshen up. She pulled out some sweat shorts and one of Lucys jerseys, desperate for anything from her, even just her smell.

Her legs led her to the kitchen, where she found herself making some toast, too exhausted for any sort of creativity if it included any sort of hard work.

She’s been sitting around all day, occasionally moving location to follow the days sunlight, but no amount of light would satisfy her intense craving for the touch of Lucy. Her mind wandered, the idea of Lucy laying her down and having her cum over and over, all she needed was for Lucy to be inside of her, and any kind of way, Ona was not feeling picky.

Her sudden burst of energy came when she heard Lucys keys in the front door. Her body was lifted from the bed out of excitement, her feet skidding on the floor as she ran to the door, jumping into the arms of her girl.

Lucy didn’t even have time put her stuff down, having to drop it to support Onas tiny frame, wrapped around her waist.

“Hey baby” Lucy says, gently placing her down.

“Lucy, I have missed you so much today” Ona says looking up at her, with the strong grip on the centre of Lucys shirt, scared by the idea of letting go.

Lucy leans down and presses a kiss on Onas soft lips, not worrying about getting sick, if anything, it would give them time off together.

Ona raised herself onto the tips of her toes, desperate to get the most of out Lucys mouth. She wraps an arm around her neck, pulling her closer.

“Oh, you really have missed me haven’t you little thing” Lucy says, breaking the contention.

Ona simply bites her lip in response.

“No baby, you are sick and need rest” Lucy tells Ona with the stern tone. Ona is in her lap, getting more and more needy by the second.

The pair have been on the couch simply making out for a while now, Ona in Lucys lap, as per usual, desperately grinding small on the tiny seem of Lucys pants that are rubbing on her needy clit.

“Lucy please” Ona begins the whining. “You can’t leave me alone all day, them come home and refuse to fuck me” she finishes with a mumble.

“I can when you are sick darling girl” Lucy delicately fights back.

“agh Lucy please, I’m all wet, and you’re the person I want to share that with” Ona begging is something that could almost get Lucy on her knees for the small girl.

Lucys body has a physical reaction to Onas words. A long deep breathe escapes her mouth and her eyes soften. “Your all, wet baby?” she says, trying not to give in to her racing mind when she quotes Onas words. “I don’t want to hurt you sweet girl”

Ona is quick to reply “You’re not going to hurt me Lucy” she says franticly trying to get the words off her tongue. “Just please open my legs and fuck me” She shoots Lazers into Lucys eyes “Please Lucy”

“Stay here for a second” Lucy says, lifting Onas frame off her and on to the couch, leaving the room and leaving Ona alone. She isn’t sure is her begging had worked out in her favour or not, but alas, she did as she was told and stayed on the couch.

Lucy is soon to return to her good girl. A strap in one hand, and a small dildo in the other. Ona has never been the type to be able to take anything big, and Lucy has never wanted to push her too hard.

Ona makes space for her on the couch and Lucy lays her body down, motioning for Ona to straddle her waist once more. Ona places her body weight down and leans into the lips of Lucy. Lucys hand wraps around the back of her neck not allowing her to leave the kiss until she was finished.

Lucy pulls Ona by the back of the neck away from the kiss “Baby my face” she begins “Come onto it okay”.

Ona doesn’t have to answer, she quickly pulls herself Lucy and starts to undress. “keep the shirt on pretty girl” Lucy instructs, referring to the ‘Bronze’ jersey that Ona wore loose on her shoulders.

Ona doesn’t need to be asked twice. She knows the way Lucy just gets weak in the knees at the sight of Ona in her jerseys. Something the possession it holds. Her name, on Onas back

Lucy manhandles Onas body to the way she wants her, before pulling her onto her face. Ona breath hitches at the sudden friction of Lucys nose on her clit. Onas bare bottom half finds itself begining to grind back and forth on the face of her girlfriend. With Lucys slick tongue exploring its way around Onas’s hole, Lucy finds that its just not quite enough for her. Lucys arms wrap around Onas spread thighs, digging her nails into her ass and pulling her down, forcing her to put all her body weight onto her tongue.

It usually takes a lot of reassurance to get Ona to fully place herself onto Lucys mouth, always being hesitant that she will hurt her somehow, but Lucy is always quick to deny that idea. Sometimes even having to go as far as holding her down onto her face with all her strength. Lucy fucking loves it. Onas’s thighs around her head, her slick dripping down her chin.

Onas getting good use out of Lucys noes, feeling the texture of her skin on her most intimate parts. Lucys tongue is venturing in and out, occasional pressing flat on her hole, catching all her leaking goodness, swallowing it with pure bliss.

The mix of Lucys mouth and her strong eye contract from beneath her, has Ona beginning to spiral. She knows she doesn’t need to communicate this with Lucy. Having been clearly aware due to the speed in which her actions were getting too. Lucys grip on Ona was pulling her even further with each second that pasted. Lucy could barely breath underneath her, something that hardly worried her, knowing how fast she could get to Onas high.

“Agh, yes Lucy” Onas frantic pleading has Lucy smiling against her. “Yes Lucy” her pitch gets higher at the end of each statement. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, telling out a smooth hum of a moan as she lets herself go into Lucys mouth, shaking her legs and squeezing them around her head.

Ona steals a breath from the air, moving herself off Lucys face and sitting on her clothed stomach. Lucy being fully clothed with Ona bare wasn’t a completely uncommon practice in the household.

“Ona darling help me put this on”. Lucy breaks the silence, referring the strap in her hands, passing it to Ona. She moves down Lucys body and kneels between her legs. She picks it from Lucys hands, fiddling with the harness and getting it around Lucys hips, covered by her boxers.

“You think you can take this one baby girl?” Lucy double checks, the strap is small, but so is Ona, and the last thing Lucy wanted was to push her when she was sick.

“Yes, ill be good” Ona struggles to get full words out, due to the pure bliss she feels, just looking at the toy in front of her.

Lucy takes the answer, tightening the harness to her waist before pushing Ona further down. “I was you back to face me while you ride my cock” Lucy says, in a gently demanding tone.

Onas bottom lip is swollen from all the bitting, Lucys voice and demanding tone, not helping the situation. Ona grabs a hold of Lucys thighs for balance, turning herself around and putting her legs over Lucys waist. Onas’s ass sits on Lucys stomach, Lucys hands find it almost immediately. She lifts herself up with the help of Lucys grip and hovers over the strap, nervous about letting herself fall.

Ona suddenly feels tired, worried she might do this the wrong way. She stays hovering for more than usual and Lucy begins to wonder the expression on her girlfriend’s face.

“Can you take it sweat girl?” Lucy asks again, in an almost teasing tone this time.

Ona doesn’t reply, beginning to squirm in her position.

“Darling, do you need help?” Lucy asks, caressing the skin of Onas soft ass.

“yeah”

“Lay back for me” Lucy pulls her back. “Come on, nice and comfy”.

Ona relaxes into the precents of Lucy, legs spread wide and open. Lucys hand sneaks under her and onto the toy, lining it up with Onas’s cunt.

“Look at me” Lucy says, turning Onas’s face to look her in the eye as she thrusts herself in, so slowly, so soft.

Ona’s gentle moan has her snuggling into Lucys grip. Lucys hands now holding Ona’s legs open as she slowly thrusts in and out, causing Ona to whine in her hold.

“Shh baby girl. I know you can take it” Lucy places kisses all over Onas red face. Her pace starting to speed up, much to the overwhelming pleasure of Ona.

“yes, yes lucy” Onas words come out more breathy and pathetic than intended.

Lucy legs go of one thigh to hold Onas’s face, looking down into her eyes, Ona looks like she’s been to a whole new level of pleasure. Eyes watering and checks red.

“Are you going to cum for me like this?” Lucy asks, already knowing the answer.

Ona can’t get words out, simply humming in reply as she begins to shake in Lucys grip. Lucy responses by going deeper, getting a yelp from Ona, who now finds refuge in the neck of her girlfriend.

“Let go baby” It’s all Ona need to hear before she is riding an absolute high, legs shaking and hips rocking, she floats to the point of pure stimulation, no longer feeling anything around her but the warm embrace of Lucy, who, without Onas’s knowledge had completely pulled out of her.

“Good girl, shhh baby, you’re okay” Lucy says, helping Ona gain control of her breathing and come back to the room, her mind elsewhere.

“sh sh sh, deep breaths” Ona’s breathing returns and she is turned over, chest to chest with Lucy who takes her hair in her hand, stocking her scalp with nothing but pure love.

“My good baby”

[icarustica]

more smut prompts since y'all loved the last ones <3 <3

1: i like being the only person who knows you're like this behind closed doors...

2: everything on you i bought and paid for. i think that means i own you too.

3: can you make sure i'll taste it tomorrow?

4: you're prettier with your mouth shut.

5: there's something so hot about you begging for your dignity back.

6: if you're going to chase me like that, fucking get on your knees and beg.

7: you can come anytime you want, sweetheart, it'll just cost you later.

8: in public? naughty. oh, what, you were just teasing? hmm... teasing has consequences.

9: please, i'll be so good, i'll be so quiet, i just need it--

10: keep your eyes on me, baby. i do love it when you cry.

[megumisgirl]

making out with them as the kiss gets more rough, more fast. tugging and pulling each other more and more even though there is barely any space left. panting in each other's mouth, as you grind on their kness, your movements getting ragged and unsteady as his hands grip your waist tightly.

"stay still other wise we might have a problem."

— 𖦹. megumi, eren, gojo, jean, daisuke, geto, kageyama (i can also see a few book boyfriends doing it... maybe cardan, dante russo?? )

[stowawaymuffin]

“Ah- Mr Stark! What if someone sees us?” Peter says between gasps, struggling to hold in his moans as Tony pounds into him from behind.

“Let them watch baby, let them see who owns you.” He growls lowly.

He holds a tight grip onto Peter’s waist, leaving behind finger indents as he fucks into him. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds Petey. Be a good boy and let me hear you sweetie.” Peter lets out a choked out whimper, wanting to be good for Tony but also trying to fight that little voice in his head telling him that this is all wrong.

Tony tweaks his sensitive nipples with a whispered, “my sweet boy”, and Peter ultimately decides that he doesn’t care.

[whosmarii]

Lay your hands on me.

ᯤ Title based on the song "if u think i'm pretty" by Artemas.

Summary: You're one of the competitors of the triwizard tournament. You knew the competition was harsh, but the stress your feeling is certanly unexpected. So your... friend? Theodore decides to be your stress relief.

tw: Sexual content, my first time writting smut lol, no corrections made yet.

*Reader is fem

*There's a Game of Thrones reference in here, try to find it!!!

Since you opened the golden egg you knew what you had to do. The gloomy sounds coming out of the egg only made you think one thing. Sirens.

It is said that beauty comes with pain. Pain limit us to do certain things.

Sirens have the most beautiful voice a living being could have, but it is limited to only underwater. Due to that, now you were naked in the prefects bathroom, sinking in the comforting feeling of the foamy water.

You had time to open the egg, but, for now you wanted to relax. These last weeks were exhausting to the least.

You let the hot, and now reeallyy foamy water undo the knots in the back of your neck, without noticing that your friend, Theo, was staring at you right at the other side of the room.

You looked ethereal in his eyes. The foamy water was making your boobs shine and the hot breath was making your not wet skin sweating. You had your eyes closed letting yourself sink in the water as a way to feel better. Theo had a better idea. A better idea to make you stress free. A better idea that would make you feel much better than that warm water.

He would make you sink on his cock instead. He would try to make his body sink completely inside of you of how close you two were.

"I figured you would be here vita mia" (my life)

"Oh my...well I didn't figured you would be here Theo"

"You're stress. I know you enough to decipher your faces" he says as he approached tha bathtub full of bubbles and steam that covered your naked body. "I've seen the littles lines between you eyes and the cute pout on your lips when you survived the dragon. You are thinking to hard, and it's making you look tired my sun and stars... let me help you."

He was already taking his shirt off, and you were already making space for him.

In seconds, seconds that you didn't even notice have passed, Theo was naked inside the water. With his hands roaming your body. You moved your head forward to kiss him, but he moved away.

eh, what¿

You gaved him an inquisitive look. And he just smiled at you before lifting your body out of the water. Making you sit naked in the edge of the giantic bath. "Stand up...please." he pleadead you with a spark in his eyes.

You didn't understand what was happening, it made you slightly uncomfortable the thought of being completely naked and exposed to someone in this way. But the water that was soaking his face, his lashes and curls and the vapour that was leaving his half-open lips maked your brain go white. You stood up, looking right into his eyes.

"Impeccabile" (flawless) he whispered. It was like the word escaped his mouth, it wasn't meant for the outside world. It was just for him, it was his observation.

" Sei perfetta mio sole e mia stella" (you are perfect my sun and stars) he almost whispered that too. That one was suppose to be for your ears only.

While he said that his hands were already imprisioning your body. Pulling you back to the water right in front of him. Right were you belonged.

" I'm gonna fuck you so good baby" Theo said in your ear whereas his right hand was massaging you right boob and his left hand was already stretching you out.

"Lay your hands on me Theo, please" You could feel his fingers thrusting inside of you. You could feel every single detail of his hand on your cunt. You could feel his hot breath and sloppy kisses on your neck. And, you could feel him pushing your body impossibly close to him and his erection.

"Nono, today i'm gonna teach you how to scream in italian tesoro mio" (my treasure)

He was desperate. You were too.

It was no playtime. So he did a favour for the two of you, and pulled everything in.

You shout a small, quick pain sound. It definitly was painful but the realief you felt was more intense than any pain.

"move, please, just move now, i need you" you said fast and in complete need.

"muoviti per favore, ho bisogno di te, thats how you say it"

Theo wasn't moving. Was he really expecting you to say that in that perfect and hot italian accent.

" Ho bisgno di te Theo, per favore" (I need you Theo, please) It wasn't perfect, but it was for him.

Theo went feral after that, the water was splashing and the movements were messy.

He wasn't going fast, he was going deep. His dick was full inside you, touching you cervix every single time he thrust back into you.

You never felt so full in your life like right now with Theo. He was everywhere. It was too much, you were feeling too much. And were is god, you really need to be saved cause he is breaking your body and putting it back togheter in one single thrust.

You moved your hands to your clit, you felt sore, your clit was sore and he didn't even touch it yet. The hot water was making it unbereable for your body to resist and right before your fingers could fullfil your needy self Theo grabs your wrist putting two of your fingers inside your mouth. Shushing your moans and whines.

"I told you I was gonna help you. You only do one thing, metti semplicemente quelle adorabili dita in bocca, stai zitto e sii carino per il mio cazzo." his thrust went deeper if that was even possible and his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit aplying the perfect amount of pressure.

"Did you catch that darling? I said the only thing you have to do is put those little pretty fingers of yours in your little pretty mouth, stay silent and look pretty for my cock"

That was enough for you. The deep thrust, the pressure on your clit, the hot feeling that embraced you whole body and all that italian dirty talk pushed you to an extremely intense orgasm, for a solid 30 seconds you were numb, you felt like you could have died of how strong it hit you.

And without you noticing, Theo had cum too, inside you, filling you so good that now not only you could feel a hot feeling outside your body, but inside.

A few minutes in silence have passed. You could swear the sound you were making 10 minutes ago were still ecoing in the room.

" You should open that egg now, cause i'm fucking you again and again till you learn all the idioms of the world"

Yeah... you should open the egg now.

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, eventual Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking (let me know if there's more that needs to be added), Possessiveness

Word Count: 0.7k

Summary: You have been best friends with Billy Loomis since you both were in diapers, however, when high school hit, Billy's mom had filed for divorce and had left his father. His dad was miserable even in marriage, hence his continuous affairs with Maureen Prescott. Though, after the divorce and his mother leaving, Billy has been different since; He started dating Sidney Prescott, the late Mrs. Prescott's daughter. He never showed an interest in her until now… But why? 

You had a crush on him forever, but decided to make it dormant since he’s in a relationship…  but his head was elsewhere even after he got with Sidney. His heart wasn’t in it and you can tell. He was void with any empathy with her and lacked the emotion in his friend group, but when he is around you his true self would show, which sent you mixed signals, often making you question yourself. He was toying with you and he knows it, but he can't help himself, he has to have you one way or another, but not just yet...

On the other hand, there’s Stuart ‘Stu’ Macher, another taken guy. You met him during your first year of high school when Billy went through a stage of not talking to you. Stu was quick to befriend you during your time of strife and he never failed to miss an opportunity to flirt with you or grab at you, even in front of his girlfriend, Tatum. You took it as a sign he was playing around, but what if he wasn’t? What if he couldn’t have you just yet, either?

Both seem interested in you and both have been obsessing over you in their own ways, but they can’t let the thought of having you get in the way of their plan… Neither of them know about one another’s fixation with you… 

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Chapter 1

Your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing away at your English Assignment that was due the next day. 

You sighed, hearing a loud crackling sound outside.

…A storm…

Lightning flashed, filtering the already darkened-sky as you pushed away from your desk. Wandering across your room, you opened your window. Pellets of rain hit against the chipped-frame, splashing up your arm as you leaned outside. 

“God, what a sight.” You smiled, fluttering your eyes. 

Storms always make you happy, especially during times of stress.

You loved how the sky would light up in different shades of white, yellow, and even purple when the lightning strikes. How the rain sounded when it hit the pavement, windowsill, or cars. The way the wind caused the trees to dance and how it whistled and tousled your hair. It was pure bliss. 

You closed your eyes, the smile still on your lips, droplets of water began to run down your face, and your hair was beginning to damp. 

“Oh, how I wish I could be reading The Shining right now.” You chuckled, “Too bad the school has other plans..” You whispered, blinking your eyes open.

You turned around to head back to your computer to finish your assignment, though, something or somebody had grabbed your arm. 

You screamed, jumping back. Only to laugh at the realization of who it was.

“Billy! What the hell are you doing here?” You whisper-shouted, stifling a laugh, “You nearly gave me a heart attack…” You trailed, running a hand through your wet-(h/c) locks. 

A look of amusement fell on Billy’s face, “I’m sorry, (Y/n).. I couldn’t help but make my way over--��� “Through the window?” You spoke, quirking a brow, folding your arms over one another, cutting your friend off. 

He rolled his eyes, “Of course.. What better way to scare my best friend?” 

You stuck out your tongue, letting your arms fall to the side. 

“Alright, loser, what do you want, really? Because I know it wasn’t just to scare me..” 

Billy was baffled, how could you possibly know he came here to talk to you about something? Was he that obvious?

“You’re obvious, Bil.. What is it?” You pouted, jumping onto your bed, patting the spot next to you for him to sit down.

Billy groaned, “How do you do that?” He muttered, sitting next to you. 

“Do what?” You tilted your head to the side. 

“How do you know when something is wrong?” 

“Look, man, I’ve known you for how long?” 

“Since we were in diapers..” He rolled his eyes, looking up at the ceiling. 

“There’s your answer.” You giggled, “It’s Sidney, isn’t it?” You frowned, staring at him with big-doe eyes.

“Yeah..” He looked down, fiddling with his thumbs, “We used to be so hot and heavy, now it’s like I’m in a PG-13 movie, I can’t stand it.�� 

Your heart ached, not because of how he was feeling, but because you’ve had the biggest crush on him since the first year of highschool. You never understood why he went for Sidney, she is the complete opposite of him and is such a prude. It hurt hearing about their relationship…

“Ah, I see… Relationship problems… Lucky me…” You scoffed, Billy only chuckled, playfully punching you in the arm. 

“Oh, C’mon.. You’re usually good at the whole… you know, advice stuff..” Billy spoke, getting up from the bed. 

You licked your lips, averting your gaze elsewhere, not wanting to continue the conversation, “Look, Billy.. I really don’t know what to say that will help you, you’re talking to the wrong person, have you asked Stu?” You mumbled, and he shook his head. 

“Oh..” Was all you could mutter, “I’m sorry, Bil, I wish I could help, but you should really get going. I have homework to finish.” You forced a smile, shoving him back towards the window, “And you really need to go..” 

“(Y/n)?” Billy asked, noticing the change of demeanor. “Everything okay?” 

You grinned, void of any emotion. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. My assignment is due tomorrow and it’s really kicking my ass…” You lied, well, not really. It truly was kicking your ass, but that wasn’t the reason your mood suddenly changed, it was the jealousy you felt. 

“Oh, okay.” Billy laughed, nervously. “I guess I should have called first, I didn’t know you were busy..” He looked at you, studying your posture; trying to see if it was really what you said that was bothering you, but you were stoic, stiff like a cardboard box. You were hard to read. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” 

You nodded as he climbed out your window.

“Goodbye, Loomis…” 

Next->

[pookie-and-cereal]

Random Dialogue +Prompts

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"Let’s just clarify, I don’t like you," "you’re holding my hand," "T-That’s— different!"

"I hate myself," "I love you though…" "I hate myself a little less,"

"Stop smirking! We’re in the middle of an argument!"

"Could you stop playing the same song over and over again?!"

"You’re an asshole," "But you love me,"

"Are you crying—?" "NO," "Ok. Alright, you’re not crying. But let me at least hug you,"

"I don’t wanna sound possessive, but— remember, you’re not with that asshole anymore. You belong to me. Understand?"

"So this was all a set up? You weren’t really in a relationship?! AM I REALLY THAT BLIND???"

(They’re drunk) "I love you," "As in a friend right-?" "Bitch, what the fuck. We’re dating!"

"I don’t wanna talk about it," "Ok. If you’re not comfortable sharing. That’s okay, if you don’t want me to be clingy right now, that’s okay too,"

"Fuck this shit! This! This belongs to me! And only me!"

"I can’t believe you were with that person, for three years,"

"I love you," "You don’t need to say that every time we see each other," "I know. But, I’m scared that one day if I won’t, you’ll die without hearing me say I love you!"

"Stop hugging me," "I can’t hear you~" "If you don’t stop hugging me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to use your hands again,"

"Awe~ are you angry? It seems like you’re angry," "Yeah I’m angry! You know why? Because of your stupid smile and stupid life intervened into mine!"

"Stop moving," "Why..? Oh—"

"Let’s just stop pretending we think of each other as friends,"

"Stop whispering into my ear!" "But— that’s my only way of seducing you!" "WHAAAAT?!"

"Sly fox, dumb bunny" "Hmm. More like, dumb fox, sly bunny,"

"What?" "What, what?" "You’re looking at me weird," "I’m not!" "Uh huh,"

"Uh— hehe, this an awkward situation. Isn’t it?"

"I love you, but, I’m not just going to ignore the fact that you’re trying to seduce me,"

"Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Lay down for me darling,"

"Stop looking at me like that!"

"I don’t want to be alone, don’t leave me!"

"Were you— just—" "NO, what made you think that!?"

"Get off of me"

"Stop breathing into my ear!"

"Why are you sweating?" "I— uh," "Need some help?" "Maybe?"

[harrypoppinss]

Prompt list

Masterlist here

💘𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

‘I’m glad you decided to meet up with me.’

‘I love hearing your voice.’

‘You’re my favorite person.’

‘You. Me. Friday night.’

‘I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug.’

‘You look so nice in my clothes.’

‘Is there anything I can do for you?’

‘My favorite part of the day is seeing your face.’

‘Was there something you wanted to tell me?’

‘Do you feel any better?’

‘It’s my turn to cook tonight.’

‘What are we forgetting?’

‘I’ve got something to tell you. It’s a secret, so you can’t tell anyone else..’

‘You’re the only person for me.’

‘You smell nice.’

‘Since we met, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.’

‘Can I kiss you? If not, can I hold your hand?’

Person A: ‘Don’t fall asleep!’ Person B: falls asleep.

‘How did you get up here?’

‘Can I come with you?’

‘I promise I won’t tell anyone.’

‘I wish I could spend more time with you.’

‘As if I could forget your birthday..’

‘Before you go, can you stay a little longer?’

‘I love the warmth of your hugs.’

‘I was looking forward to seeing you all week.’

‘My friends say I talk about you all the time.’

‘I have something really important to ask you..’

‘I can’t believe she said yes!’

‘I never knew you felt this way.’

‘Your eyes are so blue.’

‘How come I haven’t seen you around here before?’

🔥𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

I missed you so much.”

“Like what you see?”

“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.”

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“No, I’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

“I thought maybe we can do a little more than just kissing.”

“Make me.”

“Stop teasing me so much…”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“I’m waiting.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“As you wish.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Mine.”

“The night’s still young.”

“We can’t do that here!”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Come here.”

💧𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜:

“And that makes it okay?”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

“Do you know what it’s like?”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“How do you think this ends?”

“Why would I ever want to be with you?”

“Is that what you think of me?”

“Do you know what a gunshot wound feels like?”

“How am I supposed to go on?”

“Can’t you see how fucked up this is?”

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

“Should you be drinking that much?”

“What if we just crash this car and make it all stop?”

“Do the drugs still get you high?”

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

“How did things go so wrong?”

“When did things fall apart?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?”

“How do I make you love me again?”

“How much does it hurt knowing you lost me?”

“We’re you trying to destroy us?”

“How do you want to die?”

“Is the weight of it all finally too heavy?”

“Are you okay with having blood on your hands?”

“How do you sleep at night?”

“Can you still sleep at night?”

[tiredmamaissy]

Imagine being FWB with Neteyam and you spotted him talking to some pretty girl, somehow you feel something foreign brewing inside you, were you jealous? You scoff, taking one last look at him before storming away, not realizing how Neteyam's face visibly light up and frown when you left so he excused himself and followed you soon after.

"You don't owe me an explanation, we are just-"

"Say that we're friends, I dare you."

— 🦩

i like your brain🦩 🔞 mdni 🔞

"...friends." you spit, rolling your eyes at him.

"roll your eyes at me one more time and see what happens" neteyam growls, towering over you.

"or what?" you scoff.

he takes a step closer to you, lips tightened and jaw clenched. "or i'll show you why we aren't just friends"

you peer up at him, searching his eyes for his bluff. you can't help but smile a little. "okay." you say innocently, rolling your eyes once more.

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Writing prompt: you accidentally confessed to him while he was drunk/high.

You walk into his apartment, hearing the loud audio from behind the door already. There he sits, leaning back against the cushions of his couch, his friends laughing on their own couches, having just told a joke.

When his eyes land on you, they widen as his mouth drops into a grin, and he gets up from the couch and opens his arms for a hug. He looks so glad to see you, and it makes you pause as your heart clenched at the sight.

"Baby," He says, the endearment probably meant as a joke, you guess. "You made it!"

You laugh. "Yeah -" he pulls you in for a tight hug. Then, out of nowhere, his lips brushed yours in a quick kiss. Your breath hitches as your eyes widen. A mere second passes before you press your lips back into his, kissing him back with desperation. You've waited for this for so long. You could hear the blood pumping in your veins.

He hesitates at first, then kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you against him. The pressure of your chests pressed together makes your breath shorten as you pant against his lips.

Both of his friends mouths drop at the hot display they've accidentally just witnessed. And it feels like the temperature is rising in the room.

When you two pull apart, you smile dreamil, confessing, "I've wanted to do that forever," in a breathy tone.

It was a quiet confession, but he found it to be louder than anything he's ever heard. And the innocent look you're giving him under your lashes makes his whole body go into overdrive. His mouth drops as he gazes down on you. "Uh..."

Odd reaction, you think, considering he kissed you first. Then you study him. Everything sets in gradually in - from his flushed cheeks to the smell of beer wafting from his lips.

"Oh god," you exclaim with a tone or horror. "You're drunk,"

Mouth still agape, his eyes search yours. He doesn't know what to say. Should he lie? Fuck! Why the shit did he pick this moment to get shitfaced with his college buddies?

Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth. "Oh god." You step back out of his arms. "I'm sorry." Your voice is muffled behind your hand.

He begins shaking his head, his hand reaching for you. "No, no, no, wait-"

But you're already out the door.

[raywooposts]

If the book shop doesn’t emit a fucking beam of light when these two finally get together I will be writing a strongly worded letter.

[love-fictional-ppl]

Smut Prompts

1.) *Character A is being choked by Character B* “Harder.” “Harder? Are you sure you want that?”

2.) “Please! I need you so badly!”

3.) “You better behave or you’ll regret not doing so.” *Character B laughs* “isn’t that the point?”

4.) The bed breaks

5.) * Character A gets a phone call while having sex* “you gotta be good, okay?”

6.) “Spit in my mouth.” *Character B chuckles* “my, what a dirty girl.”

7.) “I want a baby.” “Then we’re going to be here all night.”

8.) “do you think I’m pretty/handsome?” “Let me prove it to you.”

9.) “We’re not going to stop until the sun comes up”

10.) car sex

11.) “just lay back and let me do all the work.”

12.) “let me please you, please. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

13.) “I’m going to show you how much I love you.”

14.) “what way do you want it? Rough or soft?” “Both?”

15.) “I want you to degrade me.”

16.) “I’ve never done anything like this before.” “There’s a first time for everything.”

17.) “sit on my face.”

18.) “Did you think you were in charge here?”

19.) “I’m sorry! just don’t stop!”

20.) “I don’t want you to fuck me, I want you to make love to me.”

21.) “I still hate you by the way”

22.) “You know I love you, right?” “Yeah?” “Good, because I’m gonna fuck you like I hate you.”

23.) “Are we fighting or flirting?”

24.) “I’m addicted to the feeling of you.”

25.) “Are you turned on right now?” “No… maybe.” “Awwww, you poor thing.”

26.) “Why can’t we just make up and make out?”

27.) “Aww, don’t tell me I fucked you dumb already, my dumb baby.”

28.) “You should make an effort of remembering my name, because soon you’ll be screaming it.”

29.) “Shut up.” “Make me.” “Okay.”

30.) “Look at the mess you made.”

31.) “please? Just the tip!”

[ficbrish]

The Perfect Bite

Rating: Explicit 18+ only!

[AO3 Link]

[Kinktober 2023 prompt thanks to @absurdthirst! October 4th - Overstimulation]

[[TW/CW: Cptsd, blood, gore, alcohol, light dom/sub]]

Summary: Knowing pleasure sweetens the blood, Astarion primes Vistri for the perfect drink.

Takes place in Act I during the Underdark missions.

[Click here for my other Kinktober one-shots]

Vistri was lifting the curtain to Astarion’s tent when she caught Shadowheart's judgmental glare from across camp.

Hells, Shadow’s sigh silently said, You’re gonna make me cast restoration in the morning again, aren’t you? She was getting so sick of them. 

Shrugging back at her with a, Whoops, sorry! Vistri ducked shamelessly inside.

There he was. Waiting. Astarion had a smile on his face she knew not to trust. But there was a look deep in his eyes that said otherwise, a glimmer of something safe.

“There you are, my eager little treat.” He let those last three words roll slowly off his tongue for emphasis. Each one punctuated as its own little song so they sounded like, “Eager. Little. Treat.”

Bearing witness to the softness in his smirk, her heart rushed with all the blood she had to offer him.

“You’ve certainly set the stage for a promising evening,” Vistri put on a playful smile, denying his power. It wouldn't do to show him his effect. 

An open bottle of wine waited to be passed between them. Astarion took a swig and presented it to her as she sat down across from him, “Picked it off a corpse.”

“How romantic,” Vistri reached out and took a sip, accepting his offer. It was rough on her throat, but at least it wasn’t vinegar.

She felt him watching her intently. His eyes seemed to bore down on her every movement.

Not only did the wine fight you on its way down, it had a particularly unique aftertaste. Astarion minutely parsed her expression for displeasure as she drank. Vistri's placidity unnerved him. Her face reminded him of a lake, calm on the surface with who knows what going on underneath. It was this trickiness of hers that made it almost impossible for him to tell if he'd truly won her over.

Raising one of his hands to eye-level, he confidently commanded her attention. Then, as if referring to something expansive, gestured across her vision with a slow, hypnotic wave, “The best I could do. For the best I’ve ever done.”

That rakish smirk hanging off his sculpted lips belied the sincerity of his statement. His words were a functional trap.

But alas, they were honest. Astarion wasn't sure whether or not he wanted her to believe them.

Vistri held his onto his unwavering gaze and licked a little drop from the lip of the bottle. If there was one emotion she could display, it was want. The hope that he'd be able to taste her tongue upon his next sip was her little secret to bury inside of performative desire.

She passed him the bottle and relaxed back on her elbows. Then poked at his compliment with a hollow cockiness, “Oh? The best you’ve ever done? Pray tell!”

“Just all the others were…” Astarion looked a little sad and drank. He swallowed and plastered a familiar mask over his face.

It made Vistri slow down and adjust hers.

She knew what the end of that sentence would be if it were coming from her own lips. All the others were merely another audience to please; people who purchased bits of her soul in the dark. Or in the middle of a crowded party…

“Not as fun?” she offered.

To which he smirked and said, “Exactly. And you, my sweet, are very fun.”

“Wait,” she sat forward, “Was that a genuine compliment?”

Astarion giggled, showing his fangs in his grin. Her question echoed the one bouncing around inside his own head. He answered with the other one that would always follow, “Is that really so hard to fathom?”

Vistri smiled cheekily as if to say, Yes.

While wrenching the bottle out of his grasp, she purposefully caressed his fingers with hers. Such a subtle touch had an effect that made her eyes lower, almost shut for a moment. How the brush of his skin made hers shiver and dance... The shock of it always hit Vistri's vacant shell of a system like steam on ice. Coming alive as she did at his touch gave Astarion the power over life and death. She almost resented him for it. Only his touch could ignite that flame.

There was no one else.

She drank deeply to stop herself from saying the wrong thing.

“I’m hurt,” he teased, “I thought we trusted one another.”

A sudden cackle erupted out of Vistri that made her almost spit wine. Hurriedly, she swallowed hard and choked on it. Her attack of laughter was relentless, fighting to free itself through fits of coughing and gasps of air.

“Oh now, that’s not very fair!”

“No!” Vistri continued laughing, “That’s not—We do!”

Whatever it was reduced her to a doubled-over pile of cackles. Astarion frowned, mistaking her bone-deep relief for a mocking emotion.

However, watching her was contagious. He started laughing too, “And now you’ve gone and spilled the wine!”

She tried to sit back up and apologized through her fit, “I can’t help it!”

“Did you, by any chance, happen to smoke a bit of Gale’s pipe before joining me?”

Vistri wiped her eyes and caught her breath, “Don’t worry, I would have invited you if I had. Actually, I think he’s a little miffed at me. I don’t know why though—” She interrupted herself laughing at a joke she suddenly came up with all on her own, “He doesn’t want to give me his pipe!”

She was absolutely ridiculous. Astarion couldn’t help but laugh at the way she wriggled and shook, filling his tent with pitchy sunlight, squealing for breath. With a mischievous grin, he lunged at her and scooped her into his lap. Her laughter died down as she settled onto him, face to face.

So close, their noses almost touched. The sour wine on their breath wove itself around the sweetness between them.

Vistri grew dizzy with every feature of his too-close face. She froze, waiting for any type of cue. His lips were right in front of hers, but they only kissed when they fucked. She was just here for another drink.

Unbeknownst to each other, their stomachs both flipped as Astarion rolled his hips against hers, finding a more explicit angle. Vistri felt him grow harder with every passing moment that he spent nestled in the heat between her legs. Something between a purr and a growl rumbled low in his chest. 

“Tsk Tsk, you’ve got wine all over that shirt,” he observed in a low tone, simmering with playful fervor. “Might as well take it off!”

Speechless, Vistri nodded and lifted her arms up, allowing him to undress her. Astarion's fingers danced across her skin in bits and pieces of touch as he lifted her shirt over her head. She took note of every graze and bump, feeling every brush of his hands in as much detail as she could.

“That’s much better,” he smirked.

Her lavender tits looked bigger in contrast to the smallness of her ribcage, and her indigo nipples perked up from their sudden exposure to the night. Astarion's longing to feel them on his tongue tightened the grip along her waist.

Big hands held her steady, flat against her bare back. A mouse in the paw of a lion. Vistri was here explicitly to be prey to his predator, and yet she never felt safer, never more eager to let herself go. She tilted her head to the side, offering her neck.

To which he played the offended party, “Are you just here for a quick one, or did you come to my tent for an experience?”

Overcome by the ravenous nature of his curse, and alongside it, the overwhelming presence of his past, teasing was the only means left Astarion had to hold onto himself with. Not without leaning on Vistri; letting her in. If she didn't shoot back with something clever, she would be the only ledge left for him to grasp.

Vistri didn't answer.

She couldn’t kiss the lips she kept staring at, so she traced them with a finger instead.

Astarion closed his eyes and moaned. Giving in, he kissed her fingertip.

And then her palm.

And her wrist.

As he let go of her hand, it flew gently to his face like a feather carried on a thick, warm breeze. Vistri's thumb caressed his cheekbone, saying everything they couldn't speak.

The truth would not be an appropriate answer, but Vistri didn't want to lie either.

“I want to make you feel good," she said, her fingers snaking their way up into his curls even though she told them to stop, "To give you power.”

She cursed herself for promising the very thing she was trying so very hard to deny him. 

Astarion almost looked genuinely happy. As seriously as his brow was all screwed up, it seemed more at ease than ever before. Vistri felt herself surrender completely to that spark in his eyes. To the deception that wasn't a deception.

“You have quite a few ways of doing that. So let me ask you this, what did you enter my tent for?”

He needed to hear her say it out loud.

“A feast.”

Vistri finally let herself fall onto his lips. She leaned in, gently pressing against his soft skin as another part of her answer.

“I want to sate every appetite you have. Ease every ache. To be the means to your happiness,” she admitted, punctuating each confession with another desperate kiss. She devoured him like she’d missed him for centuries, and he followed her lead.

Whenever he kissed her again for the first time, Astarion remembered what it was like to miss someone. Vistri wanted him, and he wanted her too. For as many lovers as he'd had, that kind of thing was rare. But her words didn't carry enough weight, especially not when they were conveyed through her charming song.

“And what do you get out of it?” he asked breathlessly as he tore away.

You. “A whole lot of fun,” she grinned and winked.

The smile left his mouth, but not his eyes. From Vistri he could get many things, but never a straightforward answer. And if he couldn't get one of the things he wanted, he might as well take another.

“Face the other way,” he commanded.

Putty in his hands, Vistri turned her back to him, tucking into his chest. He fit so neatly, like a shell. She closed her eyes for a moment to savor the feeling only Astarion ever inspired. It was a brand new experience brought to her for the first time through their meeting, when he’d tackled her to the ground, blade at her throat. His whole body had wrapped around hers; she'd boiled over with excited rage. She felt full of something then, for the first time in gods only know how long. Alive.

And here it was again. Here he was again, with his body wrapped around hers.

Astarion let his hands wander, fingering her waist like a lock and watching her squirm. Vistri could feel the oppressive force of his sanguine famine salivating against her back as palpably as his arousal. Both emanated from him in a titanic wave that Vistri longed to drown under. She was eager to be lost at sea.

He was already lost in her willingness to be consumed. Monster at her back, Vistri's heart skipped as one of his hands caressed her throat. As he kissed the base of her neck, a stray moan escaped her prideful restraints. His other hand dove lower, below her waist, “The way you give yourself to me so completely is intoxicating.”

Haunting her spine, Astarion planted long, needful kisses on the back of her neck. Like flowers with tall stems, they flourished in the garden of her senses. His lips sowed sensation after sensation.

Up by her ear, he whispered, “You always taste so good, but you taste the best with euphoria in your blood.”

His fingers began to undo the lacing on her trousers, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you want. Don’t lie. I’ll taste it.”

Thoughtless and mewling, Vistri confessed her sins, “I want you all over. I want your hands on me. Touch me, I need you to touch me.”

His cool, coveted hands almost stung against the blaze he found between her legs.

“Gods you’re already soaking!” slipped from his mouth in genuine surprise.

A pleasant surprise. He was used to working a lot harder for that. So was she.

Vistri’s breath hitched as he began to gently stroke her. He kissed the back of her head.

“That’s it,” he told her as she began to rock her hips against his finger, “That’s a good pet.”

Vistri cried out. Her reward was a bit of pressure added to her neck and a welcome finger slid teasingly inside. 

He found a begging reception. His name spilled from her lips, “Astarion.”

She’d never cried out his name so sweetly, and an ache tore him open. He rested his forehead against her back and a strained whine escaped him. He untangled from her neck to bring both hands between her thighs. Vistri writhed and squirmed in his lap. She felt so good rubbing against his trousers, but he was desperate for her skin.

“Be a good pet and cum for me.”

She surprised him again, “Work for it.”

“That’s a challenge I can certainly handle.”

“You’ll nev—Oooh!" Vistri couldn't finish speaking because her whole chest convulsed with staccato cries that his cloth tent had no hopes of containing, "Nev… Never—Ah!” 

“You can let go,” he whispered in her ear, “I’ve got you.”

Her pleasure practically roared out of her. He could feel her start to pulse and tighten over his hands. Astarion didn’t ease his prancing fingers, even as she tapered off. He kept going until every bit of her little death ebbed away. Until she wriggled with the loud shout of his touch against her spent parts.

And she didn’t want him to stop. Vistri rocked her hips against his stroke, fighting through the jagged sensation of too much until she found ache and longing there too. “Again,” she begged.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “I can stop.”

“Don’t you dare… Unless you want to!”

“I don’t want to stop.”

Vistri reached up to run her fingers through his hair, pulling it just enough to sting without any real pain. In a gesture of surrender, she opened her thighs a little wider.

She called out his name, repeating it over and over as the tight feeling built and built and built until it burst apart again. This time, his hands stopped with her ecstasy. He slid his fingers out of her and lingeringly trailed them up her slit in one slow stroke, until his fingertip met her overspent clitoris. Her whole body twitched as he teased its head. Passing over it slightly one way, and then the other.

“I could stop now,” Astarion began, “Or…” He paused for effect and continued, “Or I can have you die in my arms until you sob from it.”

Vistri turned her face towards his, “Kiss me.”

Astarion jumped at the chance. Every bone in his body was aching for her, especially the one throbbing between his legs. His lips found purchase, and his tongue reached for hers. He could taste the blood under her skin.

The expression in his eyes had to be wild. Lust and bloodlust. Vistri met it with affection instead of fear. Every soiled part of his soul was exposed, and she licked up every bit of ugly like it was something sweet to be savored. He had to repay her the only way he knew how. Through teasing and pleasing until he turned her into shreds of herself. Scattered parts he’d hold all together for her to come back into, whole.

So his hands stayed below her belt, and he worked at his promise. Until they lost track of how many times she came. Until every nerve ending was cursing his name. Until his fingers started to prune.

Vistri was a little embarrassed by the way she lost herself once totally spent. Tears in her eyes, she couldn’t imagine ever feeling any sort of craving again, but then she turned back around.

Heat sat on Astarion’s face like the most delicious thing to ever exist.

Her mouth gratefully dove into his, and he moaned. She teased the tip of her tongue against his before biting his lip. When he smiled, she gently licked along one of his fangs and it was his turn to shiver.

“Do you like that, dearest?” Vistri asked, knowing already that he really, really did. It always drove him crazy. She just wanted to hear him say it out loud.

“Yes,” he answered quickly, his calculated charm having flown away.

His fangs and his ears were both so sensitive. And Vistri licked his other fang before kissing all over his ear and whispering into it, begging him to bite her.

“Get undressed and lie on your back,” he whined through the sensations.

Vistri’s heart pounded in anticipation of his bite. She felt greedy, wanting more. Wanting his teeth in her skin, his tongue on her neck as he swallowed every drop. Astarion echoed every feeling, growing louder with every article shed, which wasn't much to begin with.

They admired each other’s naked form, then Vistri got down on the floor.

“Take as much as you want from me,” she told him as he settled over her.

Astarion kissed her deeply, pressing his body into hers. “Why are you so generous with me?” he asked. The expression in his eyes looked like old wounds.

Vistri caressed his cheek. Moments like these, when the mask slipped, he really came out from underneath everything. Buried under layers of dirt, she’d catch these glimpses of him.

And he was the most beautiful fucking thing she’d ever seen.

“Because you inspire me to be generous,” she said.

He sunk his cock into her before his teeth. One entry followed by another. It was so deeply intoxicating, his hunger threatened to take control.

Astarion tore himself away after a few sips, remarking with a bloody mouth, “You are…”

Very dizzy. But she wanted to give herself over to him entirely, and when he could stop on his own accord, she was allowed to.

She put her fingers to his red lips, playing with her blood and painting him with it, “You should take more.”

He paused, ceasing his thrusts but not pulling out. There was danger in more, and Vistri was too precious to lose.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “Are you feeling all right?”

“I feel amazing,” she assured him, “And I know you could feel better. So take it.”

Astarion was not convinced. Her lies were as pretty as her face.

Vistri whimpered a little as she squeezed the wound on her neck so more blood poured out. His tongue betrayed him and flew to it, and she moaned his name again.

“I’ll tell you when to stop,” she said, “Just take until I say so.”

Not knowing whether to believe her or not, Astarion took a leap of faith and gave in. Completely. His mind felt like it expanded as he drank, and the feeling of her underneath him became more and more colorful and alive.

Instead of relinquishing control, she'd taken it. Even though Vistri never wanted him to stop, she promised him to be the one who wouldn’t let him go too far. So, she grabbed his face and called his name to bring him back.

Astarion's lovely mouth was so red it was almost black when he stopped drinking and asked if she was still okay.

“I’m great,” she said a little weaker than before, “Are you okay?”

She'd promised to protect him and was really asking if she'd done enough.

His eyes were wild, “I feel amazing.”

“Kiss me, Astarion.”

“But I…” he protested, his mouth dirty with her blood.

“I want all of it,” she said, “I want to taste myself in your mouth.”

“You’re… sure?”

Her own blood would be poison to her stomach, and its stain on him was the ugliest part of his curse.

“Please,” she begged.

A wide smile spread over his face that he molded into a smirk. “Oh, you lovely little freak,” he teased before meeting her mouth again.

He tasted like Astarion and an overwhelming amount of copper. Vistri flinched from it and leaned hungrily into it at the same time. She always wanted to remember the taste of her blood in his mouth. A snapshot she could always carry as a secret treasure in her heart no matter what came next.

Astarion reached his climax tangling his guilty tongue with Vistri’s, and he took her along with him. They moaned and whined into each other’s mouths as pleasure wracked over them. Relief came to Astarion in every sense, and Vistri’s body ached with ecstasy it couldn’t take any more of.

They steadied each other in their arms after riding it out together. She felt lightheaded and he was shaking with power.

Vistri thanked him, “That was perfect.”

Unable to handle being anyone's idea of perfect, he laughed and remarked, “Your face is a bloody mess!”

She laughed too, “As is yours!”

He kissed her one last time, before it was too late and not allowed anymore. Vistri held onto it for as long as it lasted.

“Wash me off? I can’t look in the mirror.”

Vistri giggled, “Of course I will.”

“Thank you,” Astarion said, squeezing her hand.

They didn't let go of each other until the passage of time screamed for recognition. He stood first, then helped her up.

Hands meeting again for one more brief moment.

Vistri wasn’t too steady on her feet as they got dressed. As soon as Astarion noticed, he made her sit back down.

“You didn’t let me go too far, did you?” he asked with true concern, kneeling at her side.

Vistri waved off his worry, “Oh, don’t fret about that! Shadow’s gotten really good at restoration magic.”

[Click here for my other Kinktober one-shots]

[stowawaymuffin]

Bottom!Harry being fucked by Top!Draco, being left a complete mess after having the living daylights fucked out of him, nothing but a drooling mess sprawled out on the bed.

Just for Draco to smooth out some wrinkles on his suit, adjusting his tie before leaving him to sleep with a kiss on the cheek.

[honeyedmiller]

BARK BARK BARK 98 WITH DIN DJARIN PLEASE AND THANK YOU

damn y'all are on a din kick tonight lmaooo

warnings: literal filth. breeding kink. unprotected piv. 18+.

-

You braced your hands on the cold metal walls of the Crest, legs spread and achy from being in this stance for so long. Din pounded into you relentlessly from behind, nothing but the smack of his hips against your ass to be heard.

You had bitten down on your lip so hard to try and not make too much noise, but Din wasn't having it.

"Let me, fuck, let me hear you, baby." Din coaxed, moving his hand to your front to furiously rub at your already abused clit. He was trying to draw your third orgasm out of you, and he was damn near successful as you felt the fiery feeling in the pit of your core build and build and build.

"Stars, Din, you feel so good. Not gonna last." You cry, head dropping between your shoulders. Your breathing was ragged, body weak and desperate to cum again.

"There you go, mesh'la. I can feel you. C'mon." Din's determination never wavered, but he felt himself teetering on the edge as well. He wanted you to cum one last time before he did.

"Makermakermaker—" You chanted, body convulsing as your orgasm tumbled down on you in a matter of seconds.

"Gods, you feel so good cyar'ika. Where do you want me?" Din's voice was strained, feeling absolutely wrecked as your cunt pulsated around him while you were coming down from your high.

"—Have an implant." Your words are slurred, completely cock drunk on the man pounding into you.

"Guess I'll have to cum in you then huh?" He questions, and as soon as you let out a meek "yes", his hips sputtered erratically as he released everything he had into you. He slumped over you and wrapped a strong arm around your torso, guiding you both to lay down on the cool metal floor of the ship.

"Always so perfect, my kar'ta." Din's soothing words lay like a blanket over your body, making you feel so loved, protected, and at peace.

Always.

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Prompt list

"So how do you want me to fuck you?"

"I'm not sharing you with anybody. You're mine, and mine only, I'm going to make you remember that.

"If I don't have one taste, I might die baby."

"let me take care of you, yeah? I'll do the work."

"Can I... can I touch you.

"My god, you're so gorgeous like this."

"If you suck me off, I'll think about it."

"I've never done this before."

"I'll make you feel so good y/n. Please just let me fuck you."

You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good."

"Oh god, you feel amazing baby."

A whispered "please" fell from her lips."

"I need you to understand that I'm not hate fucking you, even though we are technically enemies."

"Is-is this, okay?"

" All you needed was for me to fuck you senseless, huh?

"How much do you want this?"

"Shh, just a little more my love."

"You're taking me so well baby."

"Say please."

"I want you in all the ways that you'll let me have you."

"Oh, I can think of so many ways to shut you up right now y/n."

"I knew fucking you would feel good, but I didn't know that it would feel this good."

"I've jerked off to you so many times, I need you y/n.

"Wanna, hear you beg for it."

"Where do you want me to touch you?" "I don't know, and I don't care - please just put your hands on me, please."

"You have got some fucking nerve."

"Please -sob- I just want you to fuck me."

"Not so fast my love..."

"Want my fingers in you?"

"Now why don't I teach you a lesson."

"Tell me how you like/want/need it."

"You need to use your words."

"I want to taste you on my lips again."

"Rough or gentle?"

"Spread those legs for me, baby."

"Can I record this?"

"Only I get to fuck/taste/see this pussy."

"Fuck, look at you right now."

"You're really messing with my head here, y'know that?"

Fuck, just touch me already! Just - do something!" "Not so fast. We've got the whole night/day ahead of us."

"You would look so good with my children."

"Don't wanna come 'till I feel you in me."

"You're adorable."

"If you keep clenching around me like that, I'll come too quickly."

"All yours. Only yours."

" How about we put that pretty mouth to good use?"

"So wet already."

" I want you to say my name like that again."

"Aren't you desperate?"

"Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?"

"Patience my love, we are getting there."

"Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only me.

"Fuck, get on all fours."

"No one will catch us, I promise."

" Be good for me."

"Can I come inside you? Just this one time."

"You want to come?" "Y-yes, I - please -" "Hm, but do you really deserve to?"

"You got me so hard y/n. It's only fair that you come and help me."

"You like that, don't you?"

"Imagine how amazing you'd sound when I'm fucking you senseless."

"I'll fuck you so good, I promise."

" I can taste myself on your lips and it's messing me up real bad."

"You look like a mess, and I love it because I'm the one that made you like this.

"Don't cry because I'm fucking you so good."

"We only have 10 minutes."

" Do you think about me when you touch yourself?"

"You've got me all hot and bothered now."

"I've tried touching myself! It's just not the same." "So you're saying you need me then?"

"Always so needy for me. But you can't help yourself, can you?"

"I-I promise I'll be good."

"God, you always feel so good around me."

"So wet for me already."

"You good?"

"Do I turn you on that much?" "You don't even fucking know."

"You wanna take control?"

"Let me ride you."

"Behave"

"Who would ever think such a sweet girl like you could be such a slut."

"F-fuck. I don't think i'll last long if you keep on doing that.

"I don't think i've ever wanted someone more than you."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already."

"Oh the things i'd do to you if we were alone right now..."

"Th-there are people outside the door -" Well, this isn't about them the last time I checked. Is it?"

"Look at you, squirming under me. So flushed and pretty. Can't even take some teasing, can you?"

"Yeah but, your boyfriend doesn't fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked."

"Might I remind you the walls aren't soundproof?"

"Do you know how much I love to see you like this?"

"Let me show you how much I love you."

"Gonna make sure you don't forget about tonight."

"You're my number one priority tonight."

"Need me to remind you of what happened last night?"

"Oh, sensitive there, aren't we?"

"You're fucking killing me."

"Try not to be so noisy, yeah?"

"Tell me if it hurts."

"lift your hips up for me."

"Fuck you're so hot when you're bossy."

"Look at you, coming undone before i've even touched you."

"I want to be the one fucking you this time."

"Sweetheart, you're so responsive to my touch.

"I think you'd look even better under me."

"And I think you'd look fucking hot on top of me."

"Want you to ruin me."

"Just sit on my fucking face already please."

"Do whatever you want with me."

"Who gave you permission to touch yourself."

"What did I just say?"

"You feel so fucking good in me."

"You can have all of me if that's what you want."

Baby - shit - I don't think i'm going to make it to the bed like this."

"Tell me if this is too much, okay?"

"Stop leaving marks on my neck. You know I have a presentation in the morning. "Then can I leave marks below your neck?"

"I'd fuck you right here, right now If I could.

"Are we...really going to do this here."

"Turn around."

You look so cute like this y'know." "Just shut the fuck up and fuck me already."

"Why did you stop?" "Because you sounded too fucking good. I had a moment."

" I don't like people touching what's mine."

" I wanna eat you so bad." "Then why don't you?"

"Spread your leg for me...I know you can spread them wider than that. Stop being so shy."

"Is this a good way to wake up?"

"Admit it - you want this just as much as I do."

"I'll be honest, I get off at the thought of you."

"No one does it like you."

"I want to fuck you so bad." "you'll get to do that when we get home."

"Need a hand?"

"I want you to touch me like i'm the only thing you could ever want."

C-can't you go faster than this?"

"You like messing with my head." "Only because it turns you on."

"This is the best-tasting pussy i've ever eaten."

"Shit, I'm so fucking hooked on you, it's not even funny.

" You're so tight 'nd warm around me. Could die being in this pussy.

"Don't make too many noises or we will get caught."

"I don't care, I just need your clothes off so I can feel you against me."

"I've never done this before."

"Do I look like i'm messing around with you?"