#slightly nsft

[teethingtbutch]

a butch gets undressed

a little something from the vaults

[dhampling]

something involving a tiefling tav being teased about having sensitive horns/tail… feel free to combine it with another request or expand as you wish 🫣❤️

“Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

He rolls his fingertips around the base of your horns, soft-circular in touch. The gentle hitch of your breath.

You hadn’t intended for this. Any of it.

But sat between his legs, around the campfire; he’s discovered your soft spot. The turgid seam between your skin and the rough of your horns.

“The others are going to notice.” 

You spit in a whisper, but he breezily continues. Looks at Karlach and nods fondly. 

Astarion isn’t listening to her. You know he isn’t. 

He’s focusing on the small twitches and little grunts he can pull from you, tease you with. Disguised as a series of fond gestures between friends by the fire having imbibed; alight under the starry sky above.

A finger runs featherlight from the base to the tip of your horn and you feel your loins set ablaze. A tidal wave of pure fire. 

You can’t see his face, but you know he knows.

He can smell you. He knows your arousal. Senses sharp as a pin prick. You guess he’s atop the log behind you grinning like a cat.

It’s a casual whisper when he leans in to your ear:-

“If this is just the horns, I can’t wait to see how you keen for me by tail.”

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hello anon!!! i liked this one - i get the sensual aspect, it was fun to explore! i'm definitely tempted to expand if there's interest! thank you <3

dal x

[creaturologie]

sorry about this one, buds

[azurlily]

Our obsession with this game is natural... PROMISE(lies)

To anyone who played the game, yes, all romancable characters + Elena and Mia are requestable.

New writers on the block yall! I'm Lune, this is a collaborative writing effort from the original owner(Azurli) and I. This somehow just turned into shit about Bella being crazy and and in love with you, so enjoy.

Bella's Obsessive(Toxic) Tendencies

Bella loves you, she does, but sometimes she loves you too much. The idea was in her head long before she had gotten her heart back.

Bella had dreams of you, of you in her arms - without a shirt or pants. You looked beautiful, and every night she'd wake up in a sweat, her face red, and her thighs wet.

After Bellas heart was unnumbed(is this a word?) she was feeling so much, too much.

One moment, she was happy and content with being around you; the next, she was mad because someone looked at you.

Toxic isn't how one would describe the beginning of your relationship. It isn't how Bella would describe it either, but to outside forces...that's exactly what it looked like.

To others, it seemed like the horrible Ice Queen on campus had decided you would be hers, against your will.

Which, in reality, we all know is far from the truth. With how deeply you love her, you two will be able to overcome anything, even her overly possessive nature.

Right?

Of course, if Bella is anything, it's a fighter. It's not like she's become so used to being trapped under Miranda's thumb that she has begun to develop a complex.

That's preposterous. Bella doesn't worry about what would happen if you found someone different. She doesn't dream about you finding the girl that got a bit too close to you, dead. And when you run to her in fear, you hug her knowing she's never done anything unless it was to protect you.

Bella doesn't imagine Mia's blood on her hands as you cry into her shoulder, thankful to be protected.

Bella is perfectly sane in her love for you.

Now let's be serious.

Bella would give you anything and everything. Well, maybe not anything... not yet, at least. She wouldn't hurt her family for you, but damn, the anger she holds for her mother at times. She worries for herself.

Bella gives you her all in the relationship. That means she gives all of herself: no more secrets, no lies. She bares herself to you wholeheartedly and completely. She expects you to do the same, so if you don't, you will lose her. You love her too much not to, right?

Right.

"I love you, you know that right? You make me so happy, I love you so much."

Bella's words are a sweet poison; don't drink it. After a fight, she'll storm off not only to cool herself down but also to let you cool off.

You've both learned that this is for the best, especially if you want to keep this relationship going long-term, which you will. Bella wouldn't allow you to leave her.

On some occasions, Bella will wait for you to apologize first, and then she'll act like she was just getting ready to apologize to you.

Her words are as sweet as honey, but her voice is as sharp as a razor. You can't tell if she's happy, angry, sad, or horny.

Bella does this on purpose, and you're starting to figure it out.

When she speaks to you, she doesn't lie, so everything she says is true. However, the way she says it and the little words she sprinkles in change the meaning entirely.

That's enough of that though, Bella wants you to think of the good times with her. The fun times, the safe times.

The times when you're lying in her warm bed, her hands snaking up your thighs, a more content look on her face. She enjoys this, enjoys you, and she'll continue to do so.

Bella has a lot of pent-up sexual aggression, so what better time to let it out than the minute you two get back from a nice dinner?

Well, that sounds just perfect, and from the way you're crying out her name, it must sound good to you too!

"Shh, Kitten. We're going to play the quiet game, and you're already losing by a lot."

This wasn't absolutely horrible was it? I'm ashamed to have wrote this, and I'm sure my co-writer is ashamed to have read through it before posting.

Anyway this character is from the game Resident Lover, it's an amazing game made by @resident-lover .

I'm marking this as spoilers in the tags, and I hope anyone who hasn't played the game after reading this plays it!

[tanakafan69]

Bunny…. Suit…. Tanaka…

[writer-by-the-sea]

Can I ask for a gender neutral drabble request about farmer feeling insecure and asking Elliott if he thinks they’re sexy and he admits to thinking about them when he touches himself? 🥺

“Have you ever just felt so unattractive that you don’t even think a turtle would be interested in you?”

Elliot startled beside me, I forgot that we hadn’t spoken in a few minutes… Or was it more than an hour now? I wasn’t sure. We would often hang out at the beach together after Elliott finished his yoga for the day. I’ve even joined him a few times, but honestly I stretch enough getting eggs out from under the chickens little bums that I couldn’t bare to do one more damn ‘triangle downward pose’ even if I wanted to.

“In your defense,” Elliot began. “I don’t believe turtles can be sexually attracted to humans.”

I snorted. Of course he would reply with the facts. And it was a silly question to begin with, the man looked like a bronze god sitting next to me. Shirtless and wearing those god damn red shorts that have me drooling in my sleep. “Never mind,” I replied with a laugh. “It was a dumb question—“

“No, it wasn’t.” Elliott’s voice was firm as he stared at me, his frown actually making me feel bad for even asking. “And, for the record, you’re very good looking.”

Um.

What?

I said nothing and just stared back at him, his eyes soft and caring as he gazed back at me. He had a single elbow propped on his knee, smiling now as he watched me— waiting for me to say something, anything in reply.

“I think about you,” Elliot said before I could manage to mumble out literally anything. “As in, when I’m in bed, or in the shower…” He paused, pressing his lips together as he thought to himself. “In the bathroom at the pub once, it was the day you walked in after being at the mines and the monsters tore half your clothes off...”

Hang on.

WHAT.

I held my hand up, stopping him from continuing and shook my head as I tried to process what the hell he was saying. He thought of me? In the shower? In bed? At the pub? What the hell did that even mean—

“I cum so easily when I think of you.”

Well there’s my answer.

Elliott was so relaxed as he spoke, shrugging after he just dropped a bomb on me as if it was nothing at all. “You’re very good looking, I never saw myself fantasying about the only farmer in town. However, it’s become a daily event now.”

“Elliott,” I paused. How does one even reply to this? Sure, the question I asked may have been a been asinine— but! To reply, and to reply so causally. “Ar you— are you saying to jerk off to me?”

“Everyday, yes.”

I dropped myself into the sand, uncaring anymore about the hot sand as it burned the back of my neck and arms, my hair was going to be a real bitch to wash later but I couldn’t even think about that right now. Elliott, the hottest guy in town, who writes poems and short stories with ease, who does yoga on the beach, who laughs with me at Gus’ pub, who is actually a dork that’s obsessed with Star Wars—

Jerks off to me.

Every. Single. Day.

Elliott laid down beside me on his side, worry painted all over his gorgeous face. “Farmer? Do you want me to stop?”

I laughed, just amazed at the entire situation. “No, you don’t… no.”

“Thank goodness,” Elliot said with a sigh and rolled to his back. “I don’t think I would have been able to stop. Especially after today.”

“Elliott,” I said and sat up, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. “What on earth would have happened today that would make it any harder to stop?”

“Well—“

I gestured down to myself. “I stink like chickens, my jeans were so beat up I cut them into shorts, I’m wearing an old hole filled white tank top— none of this,” I took a beat to gesture to myself one again. “Would give you the material needed to jerk off to.”

“Your shirt is absolutely soaked from the swim you took earlier, I can see your nipples.”

….

I looked down and groaned. “Elliot!”

“They’re very sexy nipples.”

And I could die.

[yeagrave]

unexpected lovers

[ click image for better quality, close ups below the cut<3 ]

[knight-commander]

you give me the anger, you give me the nerve

carry out my sentence, well, i get what i deserve

i’m just an effigy to be defaced

to be disgraced

your need for me has been replaced

and if i can’t have everything

well, then, just give me a taste

@new-austin was soooo nice to me and drew Adrigo :3c wanted to post it here without the Bible thumping lore lol

[awwwokay]

Y’all can’t get mad at me for this 🫣

[stardustneeko]

lil Revertshipping thing i did as a treat for LeechySmile on AO3 for Rare Pair Exchange 2023.

Confession #1: i'd never drawn either of these characters before (probably bc i always thought their hairstyles were too difficult lol)

Confession #2: i signed up for this event before i realized i'd need a biiiiig break from drawing/writing for a while, so i suppose i wasn't really hiatusing as i should

Confession #3: i had a HUGE crush on Jounouchi wayyy back in the day (i'm talking when i was like 9-10). i have a feeling if i re-read DM i will probably fall back hard lmao (sorry that i have grown up to be somebody who likes to make u suffer babe)

[civilight-eterna]

for the request pile because they have a stranglehold on my mind: could I please see meteor and whislash flirting? bonus points for meteor being Extremely Smooth and making whislash combust. thank you!

you are SO big brain for this request. thanks for waiting for me as i turned it over in my head for a few weeks now!!

...

"...Got it. So we'll focus on mitigating the discomfort from your injury while we practice. What's your range of motion like?" Meteor asked as they made their way to the targets she'd set up in the forest.

"It's not what it used to be." Zofia catches herself staring, her gaze devouring the line formed by her muscular legs, her hips, her arms, as she follows behind. "It feels like if it's not my arm acting up it's my back."

They reach the field and begin unpacking the equipment.

"Your back?" Meteor inclines her head, expression serious. "Did you sustain a back injury as well?"

Zofia laughs her most musical laugh and partially conceals her mouth behind her hand.

"Ah, no no, nothing of the sort. Just, you see...my girls are a bit of a handful. Growing pains. A bit embarrassing." All said in the tone of voice that was very much far-removed from embarrassment.

Meteor misses a beat-just the one-and then smiles a smile somehow both handsome and beautiful at once.

"Ah, I see. Do you..." A slightly shy, demure laugh, here, "...want me to hold them up for you while you shoot?"

Zofia is not the blushing type. If anything, she's used to being the one causing it-a little tease here, a little pinch there-all good fun!

But the way Meteor looks at her like she knows exactly how to handle both of her tits, like she's already imagining their weight in her hands-

She feels her cheeks darken. She wouldn't be surprised if steam came hissing out her ears.

Meteor just chuckles, her tail fluttering as she turns around to notch an arrow.

"Hmhhm, just kidding." She lets it fly, supernaturally steady, and it sails right into the center of the target. "Come here. I'll spot your posture."

Zofia picks up a bow and draws the string back effortlessly, lets fire an arrow of her own-

"Oh, so you already know how to-!"

-and it completely misses the target.

"Competition knights have to learn many weapon proficiencies before making our final choices." Zofia explains, "Forgive me for the false pretenses. I know how to draw a bow, but I wanted a little more one-on-one than just aim correction usually entails. Perhaps...I just wanted to get to know you a little more?"

"That's fine." Meteor steps into position behind her, a little too closely to be entirely professional. She elevates Zofia's arms with the backside of her own hands, back into position like she's guiding a ballerina rather than an archer.

Her voice at Zofia's ear is so hushed that she barely hears it even with only the swaying rustle of the trees and the long grass to contend with.

"...I might have a few more things to teach you than you'd expect."

[dhampling]

i know you typically focus on dadstarion with small children, but dadstarion with his teenager in the market getting mistaken for an older brother makes me giggle. he would absolutely delight in being mistaken for far younger than he is and embarrassing his kiddo. tav, astarion, & kiddo all together & tav gets mistaken as BOTH of their mothers. ignoring the angst factor; they all think it's hilarious (and idk if this is your thing but like. someone is like "it's so rare to see grown men doting on their mothers" to Astarion and he's like. new kink discovered.)

oh. OH! i love this!!! i think i tend to focus on astarion with smaller kids because in my head i'm weaving all the bits into a timeline but rest assured i LOVE the idea of dadstarion to teens. he relentlessly insists he and his eldest are twins to the night market vendors and the low-light only helps his cause his eldest HATES IT. tav HATES IT. it makes their skin crawl. and yet he continues doing it though because he's a bastard, and also - he's a dad! the moment that first kid was born he lost all concept of socially-appropriate behaviour in favour of stupid jokes and dicking about. pretends to aid tav in walking just after one of these incidents as if she's genuinely his elderly mother and not his equal, patting her head fondly and receiving a neat elbow to the ribs in return.

(plus i can absolutely see him keening into the mummy stuff. a million percent. you mean to tell me this man - this absolute wifeguy following the removal of the tadpole and settling down, this feral BREEDER of a specimen - doesn't find that hot? doesn't want his hair smoothed and to be called a good boy in the lewdest manner possible? pssh.)

[chickenparm]

Overseer (Kaveh/gn!Reader)

@drawlypsy made the GORGEOUS banner for this - you can check out the full piece here!

so, @vasiktomis said something about kaveh bending over a table and his shirt hanging and it sent my brain into overdrive. i immediately alt-f4'd out of everything to write this in the span of 30 minutes while in a horny fugue state.

anyway, kaveh's shirt, am i right? ha ha ha...............................

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Kaveh/gn!Reader 1,086 Words - Semi-NSFW (Thirsting to the highest degree, Kaveh's loose-ass shirt, the kind of thoughts that come with eye-fucking a fine ass man)

Caravan Ribat is just close enough to the desert to border on misery. 

The humidity of Sumeru proper lingers enough that the sweat on your skin just won’t evaporate, yet the sun is cruel enough to beat down on the back of your neck relentlessly. There is no wind, there’s very little shade on the outskirts where this construction project steadily trudges on, and you wonder for a moment if you’re even cut out for this kind of job. 

Maybe something in the cooled library, or as an assistant to some administrator of the Akademiya. You can push papers and file things easily enough, it had been your part-time job to pay your tuition, after all. But you had to be ambitious and graduate as an architect, meaning you get to wander off to archons-know-where just to oversee projects like this. 

Palms on the table, you scan the blueprints for the hundredth time and look for mistakes. There are none - Kaveh doesn’t make mistakes when it comes to a project like this, where he’s endlessly passionate about its construction. But with the delay in building materials, there’s very little for you to do besides look over the plans, again and again. 

There’s also a rhyme to your reason here. Exchanging materials for something more readily available could get things moving again, but without Kaveh’s input, you don’t want to change anything. For all your skill, it’s merely a respect thing not to adjust what he’s so painstakingly laid out. 

“If you keep your brow furrowed like that, you’re going to get a tan line from the little line in between.”

Looking up, squinting through the sweat on your eyelids, you look at Kaveh’s approach. Serendipitous, or perhaps you’d subconsciously seen him from the corner of your eye and your mind supplied thoughts of your intentions to suggest a change. The air is thick as you breathe in, almost like soup. “At least some part of me will be in the shade, then. Come over here, I have a proposal about the project.”

Kaveh, despite all his passions and willpower, is a very reasonable man if you know how to approach things. First, mentioning the delay in supplies. The dry season has made it difficult for suppliers of this type of concrete to provide enough for what’s required here. A shipment comes in, but never enough to make substantial progress. 

Then, you complain a bit about the weather, just enough to get him on your side and absolutely incensed about the whole affair. When his voice raises, you murmur just loud enough for him to hear about changing the plans, or finding a different supplier, or…

“Let me go over this again. Maybe we can find a different alternative that will hold up to the sandstorms.” Kaveh’s fist thumps in his opposite palm, and you try not to smile too widely. Manipulating Kaveh in any way just feels unfair and cruel, but this is entirely benign and for the betterment of both yours and his sanity. 

Far off in the distance, you can just make out the upper boughs of the Divine Tree, and think of your nice, cool home. The sooner, the better. 

As you daydream, you nearly miss the way Kaveh leans forward onto the table, propping himself on his hands as he scrutinizes the paper plans before you. Only when he makes a sound of annoyance with his tongue do you snap back to reality, only to lose yourself again. 

Leaned forward like this, the long lines of Kaveh are accentuated further, but that’s not quite what’s grabbed your attention. The white shirt he wears is a little looser than usual to accommodate for the heat, and gravity does its work as he leans over, giving you a view straight down his shirt. 

Sternum, stomach, bellybutton, the faint beginnings of a v-shape at his hips-

The sweat on his skin illuminates as his toolbox comes to life, spinning out a hologram of the proposed building so Kaveh can examine it in more dimensions. So absorbed is he that you’re blissfully able to continue admiring the sheen on his collarbones, starkly pronounced. 

Suddenly, it feels infinitely warmer. It takes everything inside you not to make a sound as you swallow around your dry tongue and blocked throat. Kaveh’s arm lifts to turn Mehrak’s hologram, and the fabric shifts enough that you can see his full chest. A thought crosses your mind about the sound he’d make if you were to suck a little too hard just above his heart, if you were to roll one of his nipples between your teeth. 

There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing to you. Except when you glance at his face, Kaveh has entirely forgotten that you were here. All that concerns him now is coming up with a solution to the problem that you so carefully placed in front of him and encouraged him to solve. And for all your hard work, you’re treated to this. 

What would his skin taste like? Salty from sweat, surely. Your tongue is no longer dry, and saliva pools at a concerningly fast rate before you can swallow it down. The wind picks up just for a moment, dusting your cheeks with sand and the relief of only a moment’s reprieve. 

Kaveh shivers, not from cold but the sensation of wind down the front of his shirt. What you wouldn’t give to be the one causing that for him now; your hands smoothing across his chest, each dip of his ribs, the flat plane of his stomach. 

Nothing good lasts forever, and in your hunger you loosen your self-control and make a tiny sound, barely more than a whimper. Kaveh’s eyes snap up, catching you looking down his shirt at the way his nipples hardened from the brief wind. 

Before he can say anything at all, you’re spinning on your heel and power-walking away from the scene. There’s nothing for you to oversee today, or at least nothing that would quite match up to that. Kaveh’s voice calling your name in confusion barely reaches your ears, and you ignore it. 

In the settlement is the inn, and there lies your shaded bedroom. It’s important in the desert to take some time to cool off and rest, and you’re so overheated you think you’re on the verge of a stroke. 

Kaveh’s confusion be damned, considering it’s his fault anyway. The door can’t be locked fast enough behind you before you cave. 

[earthry]

Hear me out. I love eager subby Copia who wants nothing more than to please you and be praised as much as the next person— but also just look at him. He’s a pillow princess. Like sometimes he just wants to lay back and take it, y’know? Maybe not all the time but idk man he would be such a princess about it.

[sweatyrickgrimes]

I think he’d like fingers in his mouth (and more so if negans wearing his glove)

[your-carnal-flower]

They're too big...

I can't close the dress all the way u_u