#.nsft

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

God, the intimacy of Astarion feeding from you.

Astarion drinking from your neck as he pulls your body closer to his in bed, his chest up against your back, his arms wrapped around your waist. It's a casual thing, now, his whispered can I? and your answering nod, as much a part of your bedtime routine as your bath or his curl care. You sigh as his fangs pierce your skin and his fingers flex against your stomach. His breath hitches when the taste of you hits his tongue, and that's familiar too, the physicality of it, the noises he makes low in his throat as he drinks, the way he grows warmer against you as your blood begins to flow through his veins. Nothing else makes you feel so heady, so intoxicated- so comforted.

Astarion drinking from your wrist when he’s starving for it and can’t wait to get you more comfortable. Pulling him into an alleyway one night on the way home from the Elfsong because you can see how badly he's craving in the way he can't keep his eyes off of the pulse point in your neck. He seizes your arm with both hands (can I? Yes-), bringing the soft skin on the inside of your wrist to his lips. He has just enough presence of mind to kiss the heel of your hand distractedly before he bites, fangs sliding through your skin and into the vein. The sound he makes can only be described as a growl, something feral and possessive (and you'll never tell him that it turns you on, since he would be insufferable about it- a promise to yourself that lasts exactly as long as the space between the moment and the next time you're tipsy and want him).

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Astarion drinking from your inner thigh, one hand holding your leg steady and the other cupping your cunt. You groan, eyes shut in pleasure, as his thumb comes to rub your clit. The pain of the bite is barely pain this way- it collides with the pleasure in your belly and sends you almost out of your mind, overwhelmed with sensation and heat. He takes you all the way there, takes just enough from you to have you relaxed and pliant and soaring somewhere above your own body, plays you like an instrument with all the knowledge of you he's gathered over the months, the years. He knows when you're close, knows to crook his fingers inside you just so, knows the reaction he's going to get when he pulls away from your thigh for just a moment and looks up at you with dark eyes and tells you to come for him, he wants to see it, you fall apart so beautifully and it's all for him, isn't it, tell him how good he makes you feel and when you climax with his voice in your ear and the scent of blood on the air he has the audacity to laugh at how well he understands you, your body.

He's soft, after, softer than he'll ever be with anyone who isn't you. He licks you clean before he takes you to the bath, carrying you with the strength your lifeblood gives him. It's the least he can do for you, with everything you've given him: not just your body, but your trust, your closeness, and he will never stop being grateful.

[stcllata]

13 MM for clark

the swamp was his territory. what had begun as a visit to his summer home had turned to this. make no mistake, clark was not complaining. not in the slightest.

the kryptonitan was laid on his back, flat, with both legs hiked in the air. there's pressure, as even with a good amount of preparation, waylon is still larger than most.

he didn't bother holding back the groan as killer croc gave the initial roll of his hips.

❝ waylon ---- ❞ it catches in his throat.

NSFW GIF PROMPTS.

@ataviisms.

[petewentzwombtattoo]

i love kink and fetish yaaaaay ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

[casettedotcom]

> does objecto tumblr know about the browser game where you help your computer cum?

[gentlemonst3r]

Drew the old man being bondaged by robot hands

Depending on who sees this, either I'm sorry or you're welcome

[stay-tuncd]

💕 + also I wanna know if ur alastor gets ruts lmao

🦌 "Preposterous." That wasn't a thing. He still had a human soul, regardless of any more animalistic traits he'd gained upon entering Hell. That just plain didn't happen to humans.

((hi i don't have a set of verses but omegaverse is fun to write so -big shrugs- it could happen!! even though he says it can't.))

[delphi-shield]

we as a society don't talk about reach-arounds anymore. what's happened to us.

[techlovingtech]

i'll die if i don't suck a computer off immediately

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

Ascended Astarion who refuses to take your virginity until you're officially declared his consort. He'll kiss you until you can't breathe, leaves bite marks all over your inner thighs, cups your breasts with his hands and rolls your nipples gently with his thumbs. He'll hold your legs apart at the ankles and grind into you, letting you feel how hard he is. No matter how you beg him to fuck you (even with just the tip, anything at all), no matter how you plead and pout and maybe, once or twice, cry for it, he always pulls away.

You deserve something more special than this for your first time, he says. You deserve the wedding, the feast (the food you can't eat and the wine you can't taste). The softest of marriage beds, the sweetest possible claiming. Oh, he wants you, but he wants to give you that luxury more.

And so you wait. You accept the proposal when it comes and show off the ring (golden, diamond-studded, jewels so large you can't begin to fathom the price) to anyone in the palace who crosses your path. Astarion's dressmaker comes to your rooms and fits you for a wedding gown that, when it's delivered, turns out to be less of a gown and more of a negligee, gauzy and light and so sheer that it's see through. When you ask Astarion about it, he only smiles.

The wedding comes sooner than you know and you process almost none of it. At the altar, Astarion looks at you as though he wants to eat you alive. When he kisses you, his tongue slides filthily into your mouth and you nearly bruise him with your grip at the shock of it. It takes nearly half an hour for the heat in your belly to die down. The reception is worse. As you sit at your table at the head of the hall, receiving well-wish after well-wish from a very long line of people you don't seem to recognize, Astarion subtly reaches under the table and places a hand on your thigh. When you stumble on a 'thank you' to the latest guest, he trails his fingers further up your leg, igniting a path of fire on your skin. You are wearing underwear, thank the gods, but you can feel the fabric growing wet between your thighs.

He strokes his thumb over your clit once, then pulls away. When you have the courage to look over at him, he presses the digit to his lower lip and licks it.

By the time he pulls you into the bedroom, you're more than ready to give yourself to him, your husband, your lord. He kisses you hard, clutches your face in his hands, bites your mouth so the blood flows freely between you, coppery and slick, just how he likes. He slams the door behind you and rips the sheer expensive tulle that drapes you to shreds. You look fucking gorgeous, he growls in your ear, all decorated for him, his wife. Oh, he'll give you what you want.

You expect him to slow down at least a little once he has you on your back on the bed, hands clutching nervously at the sheets. You want this, yes, but he had said it would be soft. He had said it would be sweet. And it's only your first time, you with no real idea what to do. You can't keep up with him like this.

Astarion crawls over you and kisses you deep, and it seems like he's good for his word. It's everything he promised, a flick of the switch performed so fast it's like he's reading your thoughts. You help him shed his suit and start to lay back down, but then he tells you to turn onto your stomach. It's easier this way for the first time, he says, and you have no reason not to believe him, so you turn.

When he positions himself between your outstretched legs and cups your cunt, you shudder. He laughs at you, lightly, calls you beautiful, lets his hands roam all over your body. So sweet and soft for him, everything he wanted in a bride. All his, forever. And you saved yourself for him like you knew all along he was waiting. He fits his hips to your ass, lets his cock, hard and smooth on your skin, drag. He's already gotten to claim your life. Your mind. It's a gift to take your body, too.

He thrusts into you without warning, without stretching you, without checking to see if you're wet. The choked sound you make is just as much from surprise from pain. He promised, you think. He promised.

Something tears inside you as he pulls back out, slowly, and you cry out, the pain forcing your body to at least try to fight back. He shushes you, grabs your wrists from behind and pins them on your lower back. He's sorry it hurts, he is, but you do look so very pretty like this, spread out beneath him, his to do what he likes with. Innocent. Fresh.

Just relax, and it'll feel better- he's very, very good at this. Calm down. It'll feel good soon.

His pounding continues, relentless, his cock sawing in and out of you like a blade, and as the tears start to spill down your temples onto the sheets you are truly afraid of him for the first time.

Forever, he whispers into your ear. The word reverberates in your mind, his voice louder and louder until it's all you can hear. The only voice you'll ever hear again. Forever mine.

[muscolcre]

prompt number 28 for that nsfw prompts that don't sound like a bad porno—

nsfw prompts that don’t sound like a bad porno.

28. for sex against the wall.

there are certain aspects of the beta's life that remain obscenely primal. leo has always been the kind of wolf who speared the carnal need through a myriad of partners. it's never more than once or twice, as his level of intensity isn't something most could handle.

the wolf knew that hal was eager to handle him ( if their previous encounters were any implication ). hal jordan wanted to see what the beast brought to the table. that's precisely what he's going to get.

leo is more tactile than anything else. but given his nature, that shouldn't be surprising. with the green lantern spread open before him, the sight making his erection throb even more. braced against the wall, slick with generous preparation.

palm of one meaty paw against the wall, the bulbous head of his erection being worked inside of hal. grunts begin to line the wall, as he feels a series of clenches as he's eventually buried far as he can possibly be. a heated growl echoes from his chest.

for a moment or two he didn't move. though that changed, hips taking on such fervor, it's not long before the lantern is sporting bites and scratches across his backside. nails of the one hand biting into half's shoulder.

it's then that the positions shift. with ease, the beta lifts one of the other's legs, the pace is ravenous and allows for him to strike deeper each and every time. through multiple orgasms and positions he'll work the lantern.

the wall remains the focal point. but hal is in for a long night ahead. especially when he pleads so beautifully like that.

it's what makes leo stiffen all over again.

@1rstflight.

[mmorning-stars]

((in the spirit of spicy sunday stuff!!!!!))

lilith tops sometimes, or at least has topped lucifer, and he fucking loves it

[stcllata]

12 mf for zatanna if you're still accepting

thanks to her connections with constantine and lucifer, zatanna has found herself to be far more open minded and welcoming. she might also be well versed in sex magic, thanks to constantine.

the ridges of killer crocs's meaty paws catch in spots that are effortlessly working her up. she can feel the grip of his maw, not puncturing, but a gnaw along her collarbone. as one large digit curls inward.

she arches, sharply. a throaty murmur. her nipples tightening painfully at the combined efforts of the crocodile. she's bound to be absolute puddy in those very skilled hands.

as if incentive is needed, she grinds down against him.

NSFW GIF PROMPTS.

@ataviisms.

[petewentzwombtattoo]

it's always like, a shock to the system when i'm on twitter or something and see people losing their minds over something slightly kinky. especially when it's one of the least "out there" kinks ever. like god i really am not like those people at all. thank fuck.

[gentlemonst3r]

Someone should invent cyber strap ons

I wanna know what it feels like to have a dick, but I also don't want to have one 100% of the time, just give me one that I can pop on and off and still get feeling

[casettedotcom]

you know that post about "good pussy smells like the heat coming out of the ps4?"

yeah.

[chheered]

“ there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours. ”

the pink lace corset wrapped around her did seem to push hers down , a frown on her lips at @dehddie words. "not like there is much to damage..." a knock down at herself. a shimmer of her own self-conscious thoughts as she looked at herself in the mirror. she wasn't the biggest size , a small b cup.