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[pursuitseternal]

Congrats on 1500 followers! Can I please play your Smut Ask game? Please? 👉👈 🫣

19. “You’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “I’m all yours.”

Ft. Astarion x Reader

“I’m all yours…”

Act 3 Astarion x Reader

CW: tooth rotting fluff, mating press, creampie

No more Underdark, no more Shadow Curse…

Sunlight once more on your skin, and Astarion couldn’t bring himself to leave it. Rivington was loud and crowded, but you don’t care. Not when you can see him smiling again now that you managed your way through the darkness of Reithwith. Back in the City….

Back into the sun.

It took some convincing, but Gale finally agreed to let you and your love take an afternoon to lose yourselves in the light.

Just a picnic, you had offered to Astarion. Well, a basket of food for you, a scroll of lesser restoration, and your neck for him.

Away from the crowds and eyes now, you spread your blanket on the grassy hill. The sun at its zenith, you can feel it tingling and burning your skin.

But Astarion craves that, you realize, as he pulls off his cream, ruffled shirt and lays at your feet in naught but his leathers. You scan him, shaking your head. That smirk on his face already tells you it won’t be long before those warm brown trousers are set aside too. He picks up the scroll to heal you and giggles. “Somebody planned for some extensive aftercare,” his smirk deepens.

You just give him a knowing smile, flounce your skirts, and settle on the blanket beside him. His fingers tease the pale pink ruffles in the hem of it. “I didn’t think you would ever wear something so… delicate. I almost don’t recognize you without a shiny, metal can on your body.” His crimson eyes rake over your form, noticeably lingering on the skin that shows— your legs beneath your skirt, your forearms that dart from the short frilled sleeves, and your bosom that bursts out the top of your bodice. “…almost,” he breathes, eyes settling on the marks that have grown on the side of your neck.

One arm extends towards you. Your heart in your throat, and down you go, already laying alongside of him, sprawling in the sun and cradled by his arm. His cool breath wafts over your neck as he nuzzles your bite scars. “I only need a taste, I swear…” comes the age old request, his little ritual of asking each time, even if the answer is always the affirmative, whispered like a prayer from your lips.

His fangs sink in slowly, his skin warmed all over by the heat and radiation of the sun. You know, as your blood runs and courses through both your bodies, you know he actually feels alive.

He wants to live, and now, he feels like it—the bloom of life within from your blood, the blazing light of the sun on his pale skin.

It doesn’t take much to coax him, just a sweep of your hand across his lower back, and he’s on top of you, sucking loudly in your ear. That ruinous body of his slots between your thighs, and now you realize just why he had teased you so often to wear a dress for once.

His lips drink you down, but his hands, those cool, featherlight hands skate up your outer thighs. The whisper thin fabric of your skirt ghosts up more and more… until he’s rucked it up around your waist.

His voice tickles your ear as he moans into your neck. “Oh… darling, I can already feel how wet you are. All this… just for me?” Fingers tease your panties, right where your dampness gathers. “Such a display of carnal lust, you wanton minx. All this is mine… you’re all mine…”

“Hmm?” You pull yourself out of your hazy cocoon of bliss and warmth, your body growing warmer and more aroused by your lover’s weight and the sun’s heat.

“Say it,” he orders, punctuating his command with a roll of his hips into your mound, even as his fingers press that damp gusset of your underthings to catch you clit.

You loll your head back to center, opening your half-lidded eyes to look up at him. Sunlight glows like a halo around his silken, silver hair, making it hard to see anything of his face than the gleaming crimson of his eyes. Your answer bubbles to your tongue as you lift your hips. “I’m yours, all yours,” you breathe.

“If that doesn’t just warm my undead heart,” he purrs. “How about a treat for my treat… it is a summer picnic after all…”

His mouth presses sweetly and softly against your lips. Wet and insistent, his tongue presses between your lips, and you let him in. He squishes your breasts as he shifts his weight, his hands hurrying to free his cock as he just lowers his leathers enough. That warmed, blunt cock head teases your entrance, your panties barely a barrier between you; and it’s one he so easily conquers with a slight tug of his finger.

“There we go,” he purrs as inch by inch he fills you. He’s slow and tender, working inside you with gentle rolls of his hips. All is warm and heavy, full and undulating. His mouth is locked to yours, his cock buried deep in your sex. And you have to keep your eyes closed, the light of the sun almost as blinding as how brightly he burns for you.

Drowning in the rhythm of his fucking, you are swept further into your bliss with every roll of his hips. His cock, thick and perfect, drags across every inch of your cunt, catching those places that make your spine arch and your belly coil with heat. Hot within, hot without. He presses his heavy frame into you, driving you into the blanket and dirt. He groans in your mouth, the metallic taste of your blood still strong on his tongue. Wave after consuming wave, his thrusts snap against you, that addictive flesh-slapping sound muffled by your simple skirts. He grins, lifting your thighs to press them to your chest. Your cunt bare to the light and revealed to the sun, now his thrusts echo in your ear and down your spine.

He floods you with pleasure, all your skin exposed for his touch. His thrusts grow erratic, his breathing against your flesh ragged. He’s near, so near… just a little more and you know he will tingle with pleasure in his balls and warm with bliss from the inside out.

A roar in your ear, and he fills you, coating you with cum deep inside your cunt. It’s enough to make you tremble and cling, to buck and writhe as your match him in his climax.

Hot all over. And just as loved.

Your hands trace the scars on his back, thier rises and ridges familiar by heart. But for now, his skin’s heat matches the afterglow of that slow-rolling passionate love making.

He’s warm and sweet, mischievous and cunning…. And he’s all yours.

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[luciopioid]

main guitarist!ryujin showing her shameless groupie girlfriend that playing the guitar isn’t the only thing her fingers are good at 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

ryujin x f!reader

guitarist ryujin. public sex (kinda) (do not recommend). fingering. dry humping a lil. ryujin is a sweetheart.

note: THX FOR REQUESTING AHHHH. hopefully you enjoy, anon. sorry this took me so long too LMAOOO

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You remember it like it was yesterday. Probably quite literally because it was yesterday.

As you and your friend entered the venue, you remembered how she told you that she knew the drummer and got a couple tickets for free. You ducked away to the bar while she trickled to the front to find a good spot. Walking towards the bar, you bump into someone, their ice cold drink spilling on your chest making you yelp in response. You look up at them, in unexpected shock, “Dude, what the hell?” You sigh, shaking the ice out of your shirt.

“You bumped into me.” The person says, matter of factly. You look at them to get a good look, greeted with deep brown eyes on the most gorgeous woman you’ve probably ever seen. Unfortunately her being hot didn’t take the red stain out of your shirt, but before you could complain any further she already walked away. You huff, grabbing napkins tv from the bar, forgetting the drink you initially had came for.

You walk back to where your friend is standing. Her eyes widen “What happened?” She asks. You roll your eyes, still making fruitless efforts to take the stain away. “Someone fucking spilled their drink on me,” You complain. “I just bought this shirt too.”

Before your friend can respond, she realizes the band trickling on stage and begins to cheer for them. You look up from your shirt, beginning to cheer too before immediately recognizing the guitarist.

“That’s her.” You say, leaning over to your friend.

“Who?” She asks.

“The one who bumped into me!”

“Holy shit. Ryujin?” She asks surprisingly.

You sigh. Of course she knew who she was.

“And she didn’t say sorry?” Your friend asks, rhetorically. “Huh. She’s usually super sweet.”

You just inhale in annoyance, not particularly caring anymore. You remember repeating her name to yourself in your head.

Ryujin.

During the entire set, you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. You were almost certain she caught you staring a few times. You eyed the way she shook her head up and down, her shaggy hair getting in her face and sticking to her with sweat. You eyed the muscles in her biceps and forearms. The way they pulsed when she’d hit a certain chord. Particularly, you couldn’t help but notice her veiny hands. The speed at which her fingers moved every time she played a riff. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think she was blatantly attractive.

Ryujin.

At the end of the show, the band says their thanks and walks off stage, everyone else in the venue walking out as well. You weren’t sure why you and your friend stuck around until a shorter girl in all black holding drumsticks came up to the two of you.

“Jisu! It’s so good to see you!” Your friend exclaimed as she hugged what you assumed was the drummer friend she told you about. They catch up briefly after your friend introduces you to her. You don’t know how she met her or how she knows the band, but for a very fleeting second you thought about asking if they could introduce you to the guitarist too. Just for fun.

“You guys should come around back! We might get drinks later.” Jisu exclaims. You and your friend nod, following the drummer backstage.

You stand off to the side when your friend sees the band, but in a quick glimpse you see the guitarist in a corner. She’s wiping her guitar down and putting it back in the case. She catches your gaze and you immediately avert your eyes, turning your head.

“Hey.” She says getting up. She points, “It’s you!” She’s standing directly in front of you now, smiling.

“And it’s you who messed up an extremely cute top and walked away.”

“You didn’t hear me.” She says, realization in her voice. You shoot her a puzzled look.

“What are you talking about?”

She smiles and you feel a butterfly or two. Maybe three.

“I told you to hold on! I went to grab a shirt for you but you already walked away.”

You blink. “Oh.”

“Well you still–”

“Ruined an extremely cute top. Yes I know.” She sighs.

You fake a pout. She walks away for a split second and returns with a t-shirt. She holds it out with a smirk.

“It’s not as cute, but…” She trails off.

You hold it up in front of you, “No, this is sick.” You say in awe. The shirt had a drawing on the front of with the band’s name plastered on it.

“You think so?” The guitarist gasps. “I designed it! This was the first time we did tour shirts and I wanted it to be special.” She says, heartfully.

“No, I really like it. Thanks.” You say, genuinely.

The stain will probably come out in the wash anyway.

Having yet to stop smiling, she holds out her hand. “I’m Ryujin by the way.” You nod your head. Contemplating for a split second telling her if you knew that already. You decided to just tell her yours instead.

“Look uh… I think our drummer— Jisu was talking about going out later. Are you coming?” Ryujin asks. You didn’t want to lie, but an evening around your friend’s friends seemed like it would suck the life out of you– even if they did seem cool as hell.

“I see your face so I’m gonna take that as a no.” She giggles. “I planned on staying for the next band while they went out. You’re more than welcome to join me.”

You groan internally, not wanting to turn this gorgeous… beautiful woman down, but not really wanting to stay here either.

“And stand for another hour?” You joke, hoping to let her down easy. Ryujin persists.

“There’s a room upstairs.” She retorts, nonchalantly.

Before you can even refute, she's pulling you gently by the arm, “Come on. It’ll be fun. Their musics so good.” Ryujin pulls you towards your friend and the rest of the band.

You felt like a bit of a groupie, but the band didn’t shoot any knowing looks your direction when she told them she was staying behind with her “new friend” tonight. Your friend, however, smirks at you. You choose to ignore it, but also hoping it means something. Something. Anything.

They make their way out, going opposite of the way you were following Ryujin. Pass the bar, there’s stairs which to your dismay, had no clue about. She leads you to a room that looks down on almost the entire venue, you join her on the couch.

“How long have you been playing the guitar?” You ask. Out of nervousness, but genuine curiosity simultaneously.

She chuckles, probably reading your body language to a T. “Ouu. About ten years now I think.” Ryujin says, looking off to nowhere. You nod in impressment, “Yeah. I first picked it up in middle school!” She recalls.

You don’t know how much small talk you have left in you, but you remind yourself that you just met this girl and cannot throw yourself at her yet. Unfortunately.

“Why you sitting so far away, girl?” She smirks.

You fold your arms. “Don’t know if I trust you with that drink again yet.” You joke and she lets out a genuine laugh. You definitely felt more than a couple butterflies. Maybe in more place than one. She scoots closer to you, keeping a slightly respective distance but still draping her arm over the piece of couch that you're leaning against.

“Anyone ever tell you how gorgeous you are?” Ryujin asks and you roll your eyes involuntarily. She’s lucky she’s hot. You thought.

“You tell that to all the girls you get alone up here?” You retort. She scoots closer to you.

“Just the pretty ones.”

You scoff and she lets out another laugh. “I’m joking!” She says through a chuckle.

“I’ll have you know this is my first time here as well.” Ryujin adds.

Her leg brushes against yours and you felt your face and neck go hot. You can feel her eyes on you, studying your face intently.

“I meant it y’know,” She whispers, her voice coating the shell of your ear. “You’re beautiful.”

The feeling of her breath in your ear made your entire body shiver in reaction, your shameless arousal growing exponentially. You turn to face her, your face inches from hers. “Likewise.” You say, truly meaning it.

There’s a few moments of silence, Ryujin’s face so close to yours, her eyes lidded and visible even in the dim room. You decide to rip off the bandaid.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask, voice low and wanting. She smiles, nodding her head as she presses her lips against yours smoothly.

Her lips are soft like you imagined. Plump and sweet with a hint of liquor, her mouth slightly cold from the ice. For a while it’s a tangle of lips together, wet velvety tongues brushing against each other with light gasps from the both of you. Ryujin licks into your mouth confidently, her hand wrapping around your throat as you moan in response.

She pulls back momentarily, her chest heaving and her forehead resting against yours. “Can I tell you something?” She smirks, her breath warm on your lips, just centimeters away. You nod.

“Jisu showed me a pic of you and your friend a couple days ago,” Ryujin whispers, “I thought you were so fine.” She places a light feathery kiss to your lips, one hand still on your throat and the other on your thigh. “Had to have you.”

You wanted nothing more than to sit on her face right now, but alas.

She grips both of your hips and the feeling sends shivers through the rest of your body. She pulls you gently by the hips, signaling for you to sit on her lap as she spreads her legs, all in one swift movement. You sit with your back against her chest, her hand trailing up and down your thigh.

“You okay with this?” Ryujin asks, her hands coming off of you briefly.

“God, yes.”

You have never been more okay with anything ever.

She bunches up your skirt so that your lower half is accessible. She rubs at your inner thigh, entirely too close to your core, making you whine and grind against her mindlessly. Ryujin decides to bring her other hand up to your chest, kneading your tit through your shirt. You moan incessantly as she finally slips her hand into your panties.

You lean, falling limp against her warm chest. Her long middle fingers drag from your entrance to your clit, slugging your wetness as she gasps softly. “So wet.” She murmurs.

You cover your mouth to stifle a moan and she almost immediately reaches up and gently moves your hand away.

“We’re all alone, baby.” She whispers, “I want to hear you.”

With her two slicked middle fingers, she presses gently against your entrance slowly to make sure that you were ready first. Your breath gets caught as she inserts her fingers into you, smooth and slick. You clench around Ryujin’s fingers involuntarily, but that feeling too made you mew out loud.

Her free hand goes to hold your hip in place against her, the contact making you grind against her, giving her the signal to move her fingers. She pushes them in and out of you slowly as she kisses your neck from behind, you tilt your head to give her more access. “You’re such a good girl.” She whispers, low, only for you to hear. You whimper as you rut against her.

You feel her fingers pull apart slightly, stretching you out more. She pumps you deeper now, doing anything to get you to make those sweet noises again. “F-fuck Ryujin…” You whisper. She smiles against your neck as she mindlessly picks up the pace.

“You sound so pretty when you say my name.” She mumbles against your skin, the contact from your ass grinding against her making her breathless too. You probably weren’t going to last long, being extremely on edge given that you’ve been resisting throwing yourself at her all night and because it’s been weeks since you’ve got some. You weren’t entirely sure if you were imagining this or not.

Ryujin fucks her fingers into you a little more firmly now, still keeping her pace. Her fingers curving a little once she reaches the base of her palm. You definitely weren’t going to last long like this. You felt your stomach tighten and your walls clench again. The only sounds apparent to you being the muffled music from outside the room, Ryujin’s light pants and the squelching from her fucking you. It was all too much, but so, so good. She bites down on your neck when she felt your walls squeeze her, “You close, baby?” She breathes. You manage to let out a strained “Mmhm.” Not nearly being able to form a coherent word right now.

She bucks her hips into you as she speeds her fingers up slightly, still curving them into you however. Your head falls back against her shoulder and you could hear her gasps so clearly in your ear. It only turns you on more. With a final pump into your pussy, you’re clenching her fingers with a death grip and whimpering like you were in heat. You squirm under her touch as you moan out entirely too loud. Ryujin’s hand never left your hip, her grip just tightening as she fucked you. You knew there’d probably be a mark there later, but the thought just made you more excited.

You catch your breath as she slowly pulls her fingers out of you. She grabs your hips and moves you up so she can move from under you. She helps fixes your shirt, “Are you okay?” She asks, gently. You nod in response, letting out a breathy yes.

“Can I return the favor?” You ask, moving your hands to her thighs. She catches your hands, holding them.

“No need.” Ryujin says, her eyes never leaving yours. “I uh… came already.” You blink. You’d be lying if you said that too didn’t turn you on.

“It’s been a while.” She said bashfully. You smile involuntarily.

“Shit. Me too.” You both let out a chuckle as the two of you fix yourselves up.

You sit in comfortable silence as the band finishes their set, her arm around you as you lean against her comfortably.

Once the set is over and people begin to pour out, she turns to look at you. “Give me your phone.” She says and you reach over and grab it from the table next to the couch, unlocking it. She goes to your contacts and puts in a number. She hands the phone back to you and you see her number with the name ryu:) attached to it. You save it immediately.

“I have to get going,” She starts, her tone unfortunate. “If you call or text me sometime, though… I’d love to see you again, yeah?” She says, bending down to kiss your cheek softly as she grabs her jacket.

You look up at her, a smile on your face.

“Yeah. I’d like that…”

[idiotmf]

Hear me out...Amur Leopardess x Cane Corso husband helping her out with her heat

Hey! Sorry for the late response, work is very busy and I'm a chronically sleep deprived mess.

This one is a little short, I really wish I could've come up with more but my brain is so tired, I'll stow it back and maybe reopen this idea at some point.

Edit: Yup, me calling a non-anon anon also proves my point I think.

As always:

Minors DNI, NSFW

Who is in heat again?

When you start your heat, hubby is a little surprised, since you never really let him see you in that state.

You're quite shy when it comes down to it, and perhaps even a little insecure. Of course, he would never let you feel like that for long; he'll lick your body up and down, whispering reaffirming words about how he only wants you and no one else.

So, naturally, when your heat does arrive, he vows to be supportive and alleviate the stress of feeling so vulnerable.

Well, that is until he catches a whiff of you; his mind immediately going into "I must breed my wife" mode; however, for your sake, he tries to keep himself together, repeatedly telling himself that your heat is only a few days long.

He does, of course, help with your physical needs; he can't resist you that much, but he's gentle. Much to your disappointment.

You're too shy to tell him you need more, and he's too worried to unleash his full need for you, instead humping the pillow on your couch during the night when you sleep.

By the third day, he couldn't take it anymore. He's tried holding back; he's tried fucking you gently so you'll cum and calm down for a while, but that's not what he wants; hell, it's not what you want either.

When the evening comes around and he helps you cum again, using nothing but his tongue, instead of stepping away to let you fall asleep while the heat is low, he positions himself between your spread thighs, his cock resting on your lower abdomen.

Without too many words between you, he thrusts inside, not even giving you the courtesy of adjusting. Instead, he sets a punishing pace, the tip of his cock forcing itself against your cervix over and over, making you mewl and purr at the same time.

He's rutting into you over and over, changing positions as he goes. First it's missionary, since you were laying in bed anyways, then he fucks you from behind, but by the end he's got you in a mating press, cum gushing out, but oh, he's not stopping, and you're not that bummed out about it either.

He keeps snarling something about you carrying his pups, but your mind isn't capable of thinking about much other than the way he fucks into your needy cunt and pulls on your tail while his thumps against the mattress behind him.

It does make you wonder which one of you was supposed to be the one in heat. 

[stardustlin]

do you have any noir x reader nsfw drabbles, or headcanons in general??👀

oh em gee, yes cooking it up right now 🙊🌱

noir groaned in response to your moan, feeling the intensity of your desire as you wrapped your legs around his waist. he wasted no time in removing his pants, freeing his hardened length. the air thickened with anticipation as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours.

with a slow yet deliberate motion, noir began to push himself inside you, his length filling you inch by inch. the feeling of his intimate intrusion mingled with the electric tension in the air, heightening the pleasure between you. he relished in the tightness and heat of your core as he sank deeper, his groans of pleasure echoing in the room.

as he buried himself completely, he paused for a moment, allowing both of you to adjust to the intimate connection. his hands grasped your hips, his grip firm and possessive as he readied himself. with a surge of lustful determination, he began to move, his hips grinding against yours in a steady rhythm.

each powerful thrust brought waves of ecstasy, his movements growing more intense with each passing second. the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans of pleasure mingling in a symphony of desire.

his lips sought out yours once again, claiming your mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as he poured his desire into every movement. the pleasure consumed both of you as he drove deep into you, his relentless pace pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

tears pricked your eyes as he rutted his hips as his cock stretched you out with each motion. it sent ripples of pleasure throughout your entire body. noir latched his lips onto your neck as he peppered wet sloppy kisses, taking in the sweet aroma of your body. “faster please…” you moaned out, your cheeks were stained with tear droplets that mixed in with your sweat.

noir’s eyes locked onto yours, his dark gaze filled with a mix of desire and concern as he noticed the tears pricking your eyes. his movements slowed for a moment, his thumb gently wiping away the stray tears from your cheeks.

“darling," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness, "are you alright? i don't want to push you too far." he caressed your cheek softly, his touch gentle and comforting, his hips instinctively rocking gently against yours to maintain a connection. his concern for your well-being overshadowed his own desires in that moment, his focus on ensuring your pleasure and comfort.

but seeing the fire in your eyes, the determination to push your boundaries even further, he couldn't resist. with a nod of understanding, he shifted his approach, his movements becoming faster and more intense. his thrusts grew harder, each one pushing you deeper into a maelstrom of pleasure.

“i’ll give you what you desire, my dear," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "hold on tight." with a surge of strength and determination, noir increased his pace, his hips meeting yours in a relentless rhythm. pleasure surged through both of your bodies, bringing you to the precipice of release. moans of pleasure filled the room as you both embraced the intensity of your connection, chasing the waves of ecstasy that threatened to consume you both. noir's movements became even more intense, his hips relentlessly pounding into you with a primal force. he reveled in the feeling of your body trembling against his, the raw passion and desire consuming both of you.

“you’re such a sweetheart, taking my cock so well.”

as the pressure built to an unbearable peak, your body quivered and shook, the intense pleasure overwhelming you. suddenly, a surge of ecstasy coursed through you, and your juices gushed onto noir’s cock and thighs, marking the climax of your pleasure.

with a groan of ecstasy, he buried himself deep inside you, riding out the throes of pleasure alongside you. the room was filled with the heady scent of sex and the sounds of your moans mingling with his growls of bliss.

but even as your bodies stilled, he continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you possessively. he peppered your neck and shoulders with loving kisses, his breath ragged as he whispered against your skin.

“you’re absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration. "i hope i’ve fulfilled your desires, my dear. you are truly a force to be reckoned with."

…

a/n: he’s definitely a sweetie but also rough you know 💆🏽‍♀️

[diazsdimples]

I slept so badly last night and have the worst headache today, send smut headcanons (any ship) to make this day more fun pls

[bonechillen]

Running after the bandwagon! Could you write something for 11. "I touched myself last night thinking about you." "I know." - please and thank you.

Thanks for the ask, Marlfox!

Filled here on AO3 and posted below the read more

This is an explicit work, featuring sexual content and use of cannabis.

Pairing: Shadowheart x Tav

Setting: Modern AU

Summary: When Tav can't stop visiting the Nightsinger Dive Bar to cast wanting stares at the alluring bartender, she soon finds she isn't the only one who likes what she sees.

It was getting pathetic. A terribly obvious truth that stared at you across the bar, in the fogged glass mirror - you were down bad for the pretty bartender of the grungy dive bar. Week after week, you’d come to chat her up. The smell of her cheap perfume, mixed with the stale booze pooling in the well beneath the bar, creating a heady miasma that made you want her even more. All the while, you’d ordered stale beer, after stale beer, making idle chatter as the hours ticked by. Every so often you’d catch your gaze in the mirror, as you did now, and lament on your hopelessness; all you saw in the mirror was a poser, crushing hard on a girl far out of her league.

So, unable to look your rotten truth in the eye any longer, you let your gaze fall to the bartender. Her black hair was in a messy bun, and choppy bangs fell into her face. Behind the ebon curtain of bangs were bright eyes that sat encircled in shadowy, thick eyeliner. A metal stud affixed one nostril, just below a long, jagged scar. She was raw in her beauty, an uncut gem that made you yearn to cut yourself on her sharp edges. Her thin, pale frame was clad in a loose fitting flannel, clearly a man’s - you hoped it hadn’t belonged to a boyfriend - denim jeans, torn and barely clinging to her hips with a ragged gait belt. She had tied an obscure band t-shirt behind her, exposing the flesh of her midsection.

The same endless cacophony of rhythmic hard rock droned on behind you - you couldn’t name a one - while you watched for a stolen moment while the bartender skillfully worked her craft. She was master of her craft, serving up guidance in a frothy (if slightly filthy) mug, to those in need of spiritual healing that only booze could provide. You, yourself, had come here for the first time months ago, desperate for a reprieve from the stress of the big city. You’d stumbled in mind anywhere but the dingy bar that offered sweet oblivion from your troubles in the form of alcohol.

There, you’d found men and women, faces slack as they stared into the fogged mirror behind the bar, forgetting whatever trouble had landed them in those shitty vinyl clad stools. The Nightsinger dive had such an effect on people - it wasn’t a dive for the partying sort. It was a place for letting go of your troubles and drowning in the assurance that nothing truly mattered. This sentiment had resonated within you for all of five minutes; you hadn’t even finished your first drink when you really saw her for the first time. In the dark, broody dive bar, she was a flower, coming to bloom in the harshest condition.

You saw it in the smiles she donned when she thought no one was watching, in the hope that sparkled in her eyes when you opened the door, and slipped through its creaking depths, and in the fascination that filled her expression when you told her of your life outside of the concrete walls of the dive.

She never spoke about her own life beyond her frequent shifts behind the worn wooden bar, in front of the foggy depths of that damned mirror. For all you knew, she lived in the dreary place. Though it was a ridiculous notion. Still, she always seemed to be about. You’d never come across another tending the aged bar. An enigma, you spent many office hours pondering her, while filling out worthless report after worthless report.

Eventually you’d always find yourself back in this same, offputtingly sticky stool. You’d switch between staring ahead at your ugly truth, and the pretty bartender, as you were now.

“Tav?” You heard her ask when you’d drifted off into your thoughts. Your name on her cigarette stained lips felt like the hot dripping of lit ash onto your heart.

With a sudden jerk, your gaze was on her. Your lips drew into a gentle smile, while your eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes, Shadowheart?” You asked, quite liking the way her name tasted on your lips.

Shadowheart seemed to like it too, as you watched her pale cheeks fill with a light blush, as she looked down for a moment, smiling to herself again before pulling your gaze into her own again.

“I hate to be a bother, but I’m out of candied cherries.” Shadowheart said with a weary sigh. “They’re on the top shelf in the back stockroom. I just can’t reach. Do you think you could stay around until after close, and get them down for me? My boss hates when I leave the bar unstocked.” She asked, sweet as those same cherries.

You looked at your watch and saw that closing time was three hours away. You’d never stuck around until close - you didn’t want to be that much of a sad sack. But Shadowheart had asked you to. Surely you could entertain yourself for a few hours.

Looking around the bar, you saw that the small dive was clearing out. Only a few of the die-hard followers of the Nightsinger lingered, nursing their liquid oblivion. The music had turned to crooning, slow grunge, weepy and unappealing to you. It was like a lullaby at the slackening faces of the regulars you had come to know so well, to your chagrin.

“Sure.” You said, trying to hide your eagerness. Closing time is still far away, though. Why don’t I fetch us dinner, and we wait out closing time together with a good pizza?” You offered.

A look of shock on her face flashed briefly before she looked around the bar carefully. “I don’t think a soul here would notice, or care if I slacked off for the rest of the night. So long as I refill their mugs, that is.” She said with a smug laugh, “Besides, I’d kill for something other than stale peanuts for dinner.” She finished, glancing at the crusty peanuts that peppered the bar.

“Toppings?” You asked, reaching into your pocket to pull out your wallet, and close out your tab.

“Surprise me.” Shadowheart replied with a wink that did unmentionable things to your heart, and other parts of you.

An hour later, you returned, pizza in hand, and an even thinner collection of drunks within the bar. You laid the pizza out of the bar, sobering up quickly amid the greasy and cheesy ambrosia that was big city, late night pizza. The hours ticked by, chased with probing question after probing question from Shadowheart. She seemed intoxicated by the many stories you had of life in the city. It was a curious notion to you; wasn’t she from the city as well? It was strange to be with someone so enamored by what life could be like outside of the shitty bar you sat in.

Yet, no matter how many times you tried to rephrase your questions, the other woman dismissed you until the bar emptied around you. You checked your watch, fifteen minutes to closing.

“I think that’s close enough to closing time.” Shadowheart said with a sigh, sliding from behind the bar, key in hand, to the thick metal door to the underground bar. You watched her intently, gaze locked on that pale patch of skin, just above her ass, that was exposed when she reached above the door to unplug the open sign.

“Now to get those cherries.” You said cheerfully, rising from your stool, cracking your fingers.

“What?” she asked, incredulously, with a light laugh, positioning herself beside you at the bar.

“You said you needed me to get cherries down for you.” You insisted, gesturing to the stockroom door behind the bar.

“Tav, sweetie, have you ever seen a cherry in a drink here?” She said in a gentle mock, moving closer to you. “You certainly spend enough time here, watching. No doubt, you could make the drinks as well as I.”

You blushed, looking to the stained cement floor, where your business loafers were mere inches from her worn converse.

“I suppose not.” You replied, mouth drying out around the words. She was so close now, closer than ever before, her perfume permeating your senses, threatening to overtake your senses in primal desire.

“I see the way you look at me,” Shadowheart declared, swaying closer, so her denim clad thighs pressed against your frame. “No one has looked at me like that before.” She added, vulnerability clear in her voice.

“Like what?”

“Like you see me. Not a pretty face, but me.” She admitted, leaning one elbow on the bar, eyes holding a hint of a challenge, a hint of invitation.

“It certainly doesn’t hurt that you have a very pretty face.” You added, daring to reach forward and rest your hand on hers atop the bar.

“You’re not bad, yourself.” She said with a coy smile.

“I’d like to see more of you. Out of here, maybe?” You dared, brows furrowing as you feared rejection.

“Maybe.” She replied, in a cool tone, leaning closer to you, until her breath could be felt on the raised flesh of your neck. “Keep being such a good girl, and we’ll see.”

Swallowing heavily, you felt warmth flush through you. Speechless, you stared when she pulled away. She laughed, actually laughed, at your stupefied expression.

“You’re so cute when you’re turned on.” She said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, making you blush even deeper. “I want you back here tomorrow. Same time.”

You nodded, concern about eagerness forgotten in the depth of her green eyes.

“Good girl.” She affirmed, bringing forth a level of arousal you didn’t think possible to your hardening clit. It was like she could read you like a book. When you brought your thighs together to dissipate the swelling desire within you, she looked down with a smug expression. When she looked up, catching your gaze on hers, she wasted no time in pressing her lips into yours.

She tasted like cigarettes, pizza, and cherry lip balm. You could get lost in it forever.

When she pulled away, you felt the arousal in you threatening to boil over into outright moaning with desire; but you composed yourself.

“Tomorrow.” You repeated when you removed your hand from atop hers.

Shadowheart nodded, turning her back to lean against the bar, arms crossed, a self-satisfied smirk on her lips as you left her to finish closing the bar. If you had it down bad before, you were hopeless now.

When you were back in your clean bed, in your sterile apartment, you still felt the desire burning between your legs. It beckoned for Shadowheart’s attention, begged to be twisted and tied like the stem of a cherry under her sharp tongue. You couldn’t stop from bringing your fingers beneath your cotton panties, and finding that bundle of nerves that screamed for her.

“Good girl.” You heard her say in your mind, while you pictured her skillful hands exploring you rather than your own. A moan escaped your lips as you rubbed slow circles into the center of your clit. In your mind, Shadowheart pinned you to the hard surface of the bar, taking her fingers, one by one, until you were full of her loving touch and cooing words of affirmation. You would be a good girl for her, you would be hers, drinking in everything she had on offer, until you were wasted on her personal vintage.

In mere minutes, you were climaxing around your fingers, mind firmly coiled around Shadowheart. She could have anything of you, and you’d be happy about it. Sleep was hard to come by as you grew aroused again, quickly thinking of what was to come the next day.

You had been a good girl; you were right where she asked you to be, when she had instructed you to be here.

Thighs stuck to the vinyl topped stool, bringing a sear of pain through you every time you shifted your weight. You’d stripped from your office garb the moment you were off the clock, changing into a jean skirt and a tight white tank top. A choker adorned your neck, along with a new perfume you’d been hesitant to use.

The extra effort into your appearance paid off in the dark looks Shadowheart passed your way every chance could. You couldn’t look any more different, as you sat there sipping your cola through cherry red lips, looking every bit the preppy city girl. She looked different today too; foregoing the usual flannel and band tee combo that made you crazy, she wore only a tight vest that showed her ample cleavage nicely. Her hair was in a neat braid, rather than the messy bun she normally wore while tending the bar, and her lips were adorned with a saccharine black that made your mouth water.

It frustrated you how much more male attention she seemed to get dressed the way she was. It made you feel even more disheartened when men would attempt to make a pass at you, right in front of her, and not earn so much as a glare from the woman, who seemed to possess such looks in spades normally.

As the hours ticked by, and chatter remained sparse between the two of you, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, contemplating crawling through one of the small windows, and leaving your foolish notions of holding a woman like that down, behind in the Nightsinger along with the many other memories surrendered there.

Washing your face with the cold water of the tap, you hadn’t heard the door open to the ladies’ room. You gasped when warm hands snaked under your shirt, settling on your hip bones, while another set of hips pressed against your ass, holding you in place.

“Does my good girl need a bit of attention?” Shadowheart asked, gaze catching yours in the mirror's reflection.

You blushed, looking into the shiny metal drain of the sink, breath coming shallow.

“You’ve made yourself so pretty for me.” She continued, leaning closer to rest her chin on your shoulder. Her body felt so good against yours, even when you were cross with her.

When you looked at her in the reflection, your mind fell to the night before, to your warm bed and the conjured images of her. Suddenly, you were blushing heavily, a deep breath rattling from your lips.

“‘What is it, sweet girl?” Innocently spoken, the words came while she ignored the hot breath on her neck.

“I…I can’t say.” You replied, embarrassed, eyes narrowing as you tried to push those thoughts away.

“You can tell me anything.” She said flirtatiously, “No one holds a secret better than a barkeep.”

You sighed, and shimmied away from her grasp, turning to face her, blushing impossibly hard when her hands shifted to lie on your ass.

“I touched myself last night thinking of you.” You replied in a shaky voice, to which she smirked.

“I know.”

Your eyes widened, before she pressed a gentle kiss to your red lips, then another, and then another, until you had properly ruined each other’s lipstick.

“I did too.” She said when she pulled away, “In truth, I have many times since you started coming here.”

You smiled, satisfied, knowing that your crush was mutual. It didn’t matter how many men made a pass at you. She knew you had eyes for her, and that was what mattered. Pulling her back into a hungry kiss, you felt her hands squeeze against your ass while she hummed in pleasure against your lips. When she pulled away, you offered big, sad eyes and a genuine pout.

“I can’t spend all night in this bathroom with you. There are drinks to pour, long-winded stories to tune out.” She said with a teasing smile, releasing you from her domineering grip.

You nodded, staying behind a moment to cool down when she returned to the bar. A hand through your long, unrestrained hair, and another splash of cold water to the face later, and you were back at the bar. Your thighs clung to the vinyl of the stool, almost as much as your gaze clung to Shadowheart’s breasts.

The hours slogged on, much as they had the night before, with the crowd thinning out as closing time lurched forward. Then, much like the night before, you were alone in the bar, and Shadowheart was locking the front door. Though, this time, she stopped for a moment at the jukebox, depositing a nickel, and joining you back at the bar.

Moments later, a slow, indie rock song, so unlike the dark, grungy rock that normally swelled in the somber bar, came on. You stood from the stool, meeting Shadowheart across the bar, a swell of anticipation filling you to near bursting.

“Are you going to ask me to dance?” You asked, holding a hand out to her.

“Something like that.” She replied, pulling you close to her. To the rhythm of the slow jam, your bodies pressed together, rocking against each other. Your stomach felt taut with desire, while your head swam in the burning luster of her eyes.

“When you touched yourself thinking of me, what were we doing?” Shadowheart asked, brushing your hair from your face in a practiced motion that told you she’d done this before; perhaps many times.

“Well, I…You know. The usual.” You mumbled, pressing your face into the soft flesh of her neck.

“I guess I’ll be using my imagination, then.” Shadowheart retorted.

You blushed, smiling against her skin. You fit perfectly against her. Breathing her in was the easiest thing you’d ever done.

“Though, maybe we can manage a bit more than imagination.”

With that, you felt yourself pulled toward the old pool table at the edge of the barroom. You’d never seen anyone actually even play with the damned table. A moment later, assured hands were on your hips, lifting you onto the felt surface, before Shadowheart climbed atop you.

“Was it anything like this?” she teased, leaning down to press a flurry of kisses along your sensitive neck. Following that was a careful hand, tracing up the inside of your thigh, to squeeze at the sensitive flesh there.

“Somewhat.” You managed as arousal boiled within your gut.

“Courteous of you to wear a skirt.” Shadowheart said with a smirk, while fingers slid between your legs, to trace at your lips from the other side of your damp panties. “What a good girl, making things easy on me.” She continued. Meanwhile, you were star-struck at the sight of her breasts, so close, and so tempting. They pillowed out of her tight top, teasing you while she prodded at your most tender parts.

You gasped when she rubbed your clitoris from the other side of the tight cotton panties, arching your back atop the felt pool table.

“Such pretty noises.” She affirmed, pressing her lips to yours as you reached forward to fumble with the buttons of her vest, obscuring her breasts from view. When you managed to open a few, she pulled away from your lips, looking down to where her braless breasts now swayed freely as she loomed over you.

“Naughty thing, you.” Shadowheart whispered against your lips when your hands found her breasts and massaged them. When you tweaked her nipples in between your fingers, she moaned into your mouth.

Fingers begged at the seam of your panties, slipping under the band, sliding them down your thighs, to hook around your trembling knees.

You continued to paw at her breasts, while her hands next came to your jean skirt, bunching it around your hips, leaving your cunt exposed to the still air of the bar. You shivered as Shadowheart guided her hand back to your wet pussy. It throbbed for her attention. Smirking to herself, Shadowheart seemed all too aware of this. You were whining for her, eyebrows furrowed and face contorted in desperate need. You wanted to feel her inside of you.

“Keep making those noises for me, sweet girl.” Shadowheart said, against the tender flesh of your neck as she dipped down to suckle at the tender flesh of your neck. Meanwhile, you continued your pleasured whines, while rolling her nipples between your thumb and pointer finger. Fingers danced along the edge of your pussy, teasing you incessantly as your face burned red with raw arousal.

“Please…Please…Please…” you begged, while her fingers traced your labia, teasing your sex and reducing you to a panting mess beneath her.

“Well, since you asked so prettily.” Shadowheart spoke with a smug expression before gently sliding two fingers into your dripping cunt. You gasped, reaching one arm forward to wrap around her form, balancing you beneath her. Your other hand still worked her breast, earning a pair of reddened cheeks from Shadowheart along with the occasion gasp of pleasure.

Soon enough, the pair of you were in a rhythm, as she pumped two fingers into your sex, while you let out a series of whines and gasps as she edged you closer to release. You couldn’t stop your legs from coiling around her waist, as your body tried to pull her impossibly close.

Both hands pressed into the smooth skin of her back, gently pressing against her softness while your body teetered closer and closer to coming undone beneath her.

“Are you ready for another one, Tav?” Shadowheart asked, looking at you with a challenge in her eyes.

Biting your lips, you nodded vigorously as she pushed a third finger into your pussy. You were tight; you’d never had much beyond a brief, inexperienced tryst. This was like nothing you’d ever experienced - and you wanted more.

Bucking your hips in motion with her thrusts, you felt her penetrate you in ways you hadn’t imagined in your most detailed dreams. Her gaze was heady as she watched your every reaction, measuring your whines, your submissive cries, and finding them satisfactory.

“You’re taking it so well, Tav.” Shadowheart praised, letting her thumb graze your clit as her fingers cast a spell within you. Suddenly, her lips her on yours again. You could taste the faint flavor of cigarettes and her cheap lipstick; it was your new favorite flavor. You felt the arousal swelling within you, unable to be contained further. Your body grew taut under the pressure of an impending orgasm. Shadowheart sensed it, pulling away from your lips, leaning in close to your ear.

“Be a good girl and come for me.” She ordered, gently.

You needed no further instruction, letting it all loose around her fingers. With a clenching sensation around her, you came in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Tears pooled in your eyes and fell, falling down your reddened cheeks as the pleasure completely overtook you. Quiet sobs fell from your form as you rode the height of the climax Shadowheart had given you.

When you settled down, breathing growing even, Shadowheart removed her fingers from your sex, guiding them to your lips. You eagerly sucked them clean, making unshakable eye contact with her all the while.

“I could look upon you forever,” Shadowheart praised, from atop you, fingers running through your hair.

“I hear the view is better from up top.” You offered.

“Is that so? I’ll have to see for myself.” Shadowheart teased, coming to a sitting position on your hips. She wasted no time in removing her pants, followed by a pair of lace panties. Soon, she was climbing your prone form, a flirtatious smile on her blush lips. You reached forward, greedily guiding her sex toward your waiting mouth.

With her sex upon your face, you couldn’t help but admire the dark curls that adorned her sex, and tickled your face as you pressed it deep into her. Your tongue found her clit, swirling lightly over the sensitive bud. Lightly, you suckled against it, while your hands found her hips. You smiled to yourself as your thumb grazed that mole you spent countless days drifting your gaze at.

“You’re doing so well.” She said in a breathy voice, clearly enjoying herself. From the swollen state of her clitoris.

You swooned with joy beneath her, pleased to perform well for her. Reverent strokes of your tongue against her flower conjured her hands, burying themselves deep into your hair. Her fingernails dug into your scalp, making you dig even deeper, putting everything you had into pleasuring her.

It felt as though you were melting under the radiance of a goddess fallen from the night’s sky, evaporating under her divine light, and the hymns of her quickening breath. Like a prayer offered, you flicked your tongue in tune with her breathing until she stilled atop you, and let out a cry so beautiful, you were almost brought to tears again.

Shadowheart collapsed beside you on the felt top of the pool table, shoving the triangle of billiard balls away to clatter about the table. She laid in their place, reaching into her discarded pants, to pull out a cheap plastic case and a lighter. You’d expected another cigarette, yet you were surprised when it was a neatly rolled joint that found itself in her pale fingers.

“Care to join me?” She asked, lighting the pungent joint and taking a drag.

You curled closer to her, resting against her slightly sweaty frame. Your leg found a home, resting between her thighs, while your gaze fell from her lit joint to her inviting lips, smeared with a blend of black and red lipstick.

Smirking to herself, Shadowheart took a long drag of the joint, though instead of releasing the smoke, she leaned down to your pursed lips, pushing the smoke through. With smoke shotgunned into your virgin lungs, you fought to resist a cough, and with the soothing strokes left upon your back, you did.

Several minutes passed like this, your fingers carelessly wandering along her perfect form all the way, the air growing thick with smoke, and the smell of sex. Having reduced the joint to a useless nub, she returned it to the cheap plastic case and looked at you.

“Ready to go again?” Shadowheart asked, already trailing kisses along your jaw.

You smiled to yourself - you were down so bad for this woman.

[sinners-of-twerksokyo]

izayoi bare cock stare reverse ( my alt is @heatofember

"That's a good cock~ do you mind if I suck it, I promise my head game is amazing" Sakuya offers up head to him "I promise I'll swallow~"

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[theartless]

𝙎𝙐𝙂𝙊𝙍𝙄´𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀𝙎.

𝗪𝗪𝗪. 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗜.𝗖𝗢𝗠. ?!

🎧♱★ this is just for you to know that im closer to upload the biggest and dirtiest🌽🌽🌽🌽 of sukuna that i’ve had writting in my entire life hehehe ★♱🎧

[faebled-stories]

TYTY

Hey, lovelies! 💖 It’s Fae here! The love I’ve received for "Under Control" has been absolutely unbelievable! I have only ever wrote fluff and what started as a little request from a friend has turned into my most liked post! Thank you all so much for reading and sharing; you truly make my day better.

As a little treat for you, I wanted to share my outline for the upcoming stories! 🌟 I’ve got one story completed that I’ll be posting very soon, plus a two-part story where part 1 is finished and part 2 is currently in the works! ✨(a little spoiler for the 2 part story. It involves a leader and a maknae 😉)

After those stories, I’d love your input on what comes next! 💌 I’m going to create a poll to see which Idols you’d like to see featured in the new fics. If someone isn’t in the poll, don’t worry—they might just be part of future plans and I’ll also start taking requests soon, but since I’m still new, responses might be a bit slow.

If you have any questions feel free hit up my Curiosity Corner to ask!

Can’t wait to hear your thoughts! Love you all! 💕

[pursuitseternal]

#8 Ascended Astarion x Reader 🥵🥵🥵 because I want to just keel over and die, apparently

“I’m going to ruin you”

From my smut asks | Ascended Astarion x reader

Your dress was too tight, but no matter. It’s on the floor at your feet. A pile of silken shreds.

Ruined.

Your face is warm and wet, tears running down your face. Kohl smeared down your cheeks and scarlet lipstick wiped across your chin. But it’s also no matter, the shade of paint matches the drying dribbles of blood from your lips and neck anyway. From where he’s drunk his fill from your body. A perfect match of color, meant just for him.

Or so he says.

A pretty face, now ruined, too.

As for his face… well… that’s buried in your cunt, lapping and sucking at your clit. His fingers stroke you, his nails digging just slightly, just enough into the ridges of your channel to bring you close. Your orgasm is so close you can taste it, like static on your tongue and fire in your veins. “Good pet,” he purrs, his lips lifting slightly as he speaks to catch the lips to your cunt on the tips of his fangs, “how delicious you are… blood like the finest vintage and essence like the sweetest of nectars. Such perfection.” He croons as he flashes his crimson eyes that seem to glow in the dim firelight up at you, his silver hair framed between your quivering thighs. “But such perfection is meant to be owned, to be possessed.”

He bares his fangs at you as he leans towards, eyes drinking in the way you come on his fingers as they catch that innermost secret spot in your cunt. “Perfection never lasts,” he croons as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them, sucking your juices with swipe after swipe of his curling tongue. “It is made to be ruined,” he chuckles, clutching your thighs to lift your ass. One thrust and he’s speared you on his cock. The pulsing, throbbing hardness rams against your cervix as you scream. The downy mattress bends under your combined weight. His skin is lustrous like pearl and rippling with corded muscle, the body of a warrior, last testament to the selfless hero of Baldur’s Gate he once was. Now, the Ascendant feasts on your blood and cunt, eyes glowing with intense satisfaction as he watches you unravel more and more with every second you spend under him.

“You are perfect,” he just purrs again and nips at your lower lip, his voice a melody over the rhythm of his snapping hips, “and I’m going to ruin you.”

[luciopioid]

#2 from here. “Let me hear you make that sound again.”

yeji x f!reader

phone sex. dom yeji. she’s on tour and you miss her :(

note: I am SO sorry if you’ve just sent the yeji ask😭 I wrote about 90% of it before accidentally posting it and then having to delete it. I wanted to say that I did see it and that I thank you!!!!

You hadn't seen your girlfriend in three weeks.

Three weeks since you've been able to go over to her place and see her face, touch her hair, kiss her lips. Three weeks since you've been able to wake up in Yeji's bed and see her smiling brightly beside you. You missed her like hell. Since she's been on tour, she's rarely had time to call you.

She'd respond to your goodmorning texts well into the afternoon. She'd call you, but it would only be brief. You hated it, but understood nonetheless.

It was nights like this that you found yourself missing Yeji more than usual- in more ways than one. You were alone in your bed, in the dark room, missing her touch. Missing the way her lips felt against your skin. All of it. You couldn't barely sleep, for every time you closed your eyes it was a thought of her and only her. You decided all that was left to do was try talking to her and pray she wasn't busy. You decided to text her.

you: baby are you busy?

yeji: not at all, what's wrong?

you: are you alone?

yeji: do you need me to be?

You didn't even have time to respond before she was calling you. You felt giddy as you answered the phone almost immediately.

"Is everything okay?" Yeji asks and you feel your stomach grow tingly. She sounded so tired, and it pains you so much to say, but so hot. You were almost too lost in thought to respond.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just miss you." You say, "Wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh yeah?" She responds and you feel your legs go limp.

Yeji then goes on to tell you about her day, what time she woke up, what she did in the new city she was visiting. Anything that came to her mind and you couldn't help but be content for this was all you've wanted for days but also extremely turned on. It'd been weeks since you've last seen her, days since you've heard her voice. You also couldn't help the hand that sneaked between your legs while she was talking.

You surprised yourself at how wet you were, but when it came to Yeji, it was never out of the ordinary. She always seemed to have this effect on you. Even if she was miles away.

"Why'd you get so quiet? Are you okay?" She asks, abruptly.

"I'm fine. Keep talking." You say in one breath.

"Please."

You can almost hear Yeji grin through the phone.

"Oh." Is all she says. You try not to let a moan slip.

"That's why you asked if I was alone." She says to herself.

"Getting off to the sound of my voice," She clicks her tongue. "You miss me that much?" She tries to tease you, but you take it as an opportunity to let all walls down and audibly let out a whimper as your middle fingers still circled your clit.

You could barely respond. "I can hear how wet you are, you poor thing." She says lowly.

"Wish...wish you were here." You confess between moans. "It's not the same alone. I need you." You didn't care how desperate you sounded. All you knew was that you wanted her here with you more than anything else right now.

"I know, I know," Yeji coos. "But this will have to suffice for now, princess."

You moan at the sound of her calling you that. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

"I'd give up anything to be there beside you. To be kissing you.. to be fucking you." She whispers.

You tried imagining your fingers as hers, tried imagining her mouth on your neck and on your tits.

You whined at the thought.

"Fuck." Yeji says. "Let me hear you make that sound again, baby."

You whine wantonly as you feel your stomach clenching, your fingers still massaging your needy clit. You moan her name into the phone, praying that she took your question about her being alone as a command.

Moments pass as you come down from your high, chest heaving and jaw slack. “Miss you so much,” you tell her again as you try catching your breath.

“Me too, princess.” Yeji says. “Can't wait to have you like that in person…”

[idiotmf]

hear me out, hare reader and tortoise bf

Okay, so this was an interesting ride.

At first I thought, sure, pretty straight forward. Obviously, tortoise bf is subby, easily overstimulated, because hare reader goes too fast and hard for him. And then...

I looked it up because, yes, I am that person.

And apparently male tortoises can be quite aggressive and go multiple times? Obviously nothing like a hare, but imagine tortoise bf trying to take charge and become more dominant, while Reader is absolutely not having it, fighting to keep him down. Of course bf's stamina is just not the same, so eventually he's just a big ol' mess, laying down on his back, probably covered in a layer of excess cum at that point.

Maybe even half passed out while Reader is still riding him, just as enthusiastically as in the beginning, while he mumbles and whimpers incoherently that he can't cum anymore and that he needs to have a break.

I like to imagine that tortoise bf just gives up after a while, getting stuck on his back and accepting his fate, haha.

I did not forget about the noises they make, either. Not to ruin the horny, but imagine of instead of moaning, bf just does that. :'>

[stardustlin]

omg imagine getting miguel off (like handjob) to an orgasm to help him sleep bc he’s having trouble and when he finishes you keep going but he smacks your hand away bc he can’t take it? he’s still sensitive from before

i’m literally cheesing so bad like i am fr kicking my feet, giggling, & twirling my hair (*^‿^*)

miguel was busy in bed on his laptop busy with whatever he was doing. you knew he was a workaholic and never took breaks. you kinda felt bad that he would prioritize his work over his well-being. he never got much sleep and you noticed his tired form. his eyes were drooping a bit and you could see the dark circles under his eyes. you took it upon yourself to help him relax and release any stress he may have at the moment. “migggyyyyy” you string out your words as you crawled onto the bed inching closer to him. he had his back reclined against the headboard rest clicking away on his laptop. he glanced at you giving you a small smile but resumed doing whatever he was doing. you pouted a bit, so as the tease that you were you closed his laptop.

“miguel, look at me.” you whined as he removed the laptop from his lap and sat besides him resting your head on his shoulder, “you need to take a break, maybe you should sleep now.”

“no puedo, estoy acopado.” he sighed giving you his full undivided attention. you turned to him as stroke his cheek then leaning to nibble on his ear telling him sweet nothings because you knew it would help him relax. it even lulls him to sleep but you had different plans for tonight.

“you’re not busy because i said so. let me help you relax, okay?” you cooed into his ear as you started to rub on his chest and your hands roamed his body. he leaned into your touch as small groans and sighs escaped his plush lips. you got it where you wanted it. you wanted him to relax and pleasure him. so, you continued to pepper kisses on his chiseled jawline. his perfect sculpted face was always so captivating to look at. you began to nibble his ear and move down to his neck kissing him teasingly. he moaned as you kiss his neck and he began to squirm a bit.

“mmmmm’ js like that…keep going.” all you had to do was kiss his neck sensually and he was already hard. you glanced down to his grey sweatpants noticing a little of the precum that had seeped through. you always liked it. it turned you on. miguel grabbed your hand and slowly guided your hand across his chest down to his abs then to his cock. he made you slip your hands under his sweatpants. he wasn’t wearing any boxers so it was easy to just tug the hemlines of his sweatpants down. once you did so his cock slapped against his v-line along his happy trail. god, you loved the way his cock looked so pretty and big.

“wow, you’re so easy to please.” you cooed as you began to pump his cock with you hand slowly at first while you had crashed your lips against his. he moaned into your mouth and twitched ever so often whenever you sped up your hand that wrapped around his pretty brown tip. his tip was the most sensitive area, so you always focused on that specific area.

“you’re such a good boy for me.” you whispered into his ear as teased him. you continued your ministrations on him. the wet sounds of his precum mixing on your hands was attractive, and the smell of his arousal genuinely turned you on. “mhmm i’m your good boy. please go faster, my love” he begged you as he whimpered reveling in the feeling of your hand hugging his cock so lovingly. being the good partner that you are you happily did so fulfilling his pleas. you speed up even faster pumping his cock at an incredible speed. his body started twitching and his moans became loud. he was a moaning and whimpering mess as he gripped onto your breast subconscious as his slightly parted away from your lips. he bucked his hips into your hands as if he was fucking you.

a guttural moan escaped his lips as he found his release, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm. he came all over your hand and his abdomen as it came out in long spurts. he was definitely the type to cum a lot and that was just so hot to you. even, after he just emptied out his hot seed everywhere on his stomach and on your hand, you still continued to pump your hand but at an ungodly slow pace. you were being a bit sadistic in the way you loved seeing his body tremble. you loved seeing him whimpering and gasping for air as he was twitching so much. his legs trembled as he pushed your hand away.

“thank you, amor..” miguel said as his chest rose and fell with each breath. he was trying to regain himself but soon the sleepiness took over. you peppered kisses on his temple and on his cheek, soothing him after you kind of broke him from giving him a mind blowing orgasm. you helped him clean up and yourself as well. his pleasure was your number one priority. you went to plug his laptop and rushed in bed as you wrapped your arms around his muscular body. within minutes he slowly fell asleep against your chest like a baby.

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a/n: made him a bit submissive but idc 🙊

[ask-lt-fog]

volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?

Ouuhhh boy. This entire post is me going crazy, please don't take it down Tumblr. I had to maturity mark it

Also I finally decided to color my text instead of just using parenthesis

So, he likes to think he can be quiet, but noooo.

He's a versatile switch (he does have a preference though, sorry chat), which is always fun, but regardless of if he's top or bottom, sub or dom, he cannot for the life of him be quiet.

As a dom+top, definitely talks a lot, praise and assurance and all that, breathy moans and groans between telling his partner how beautiful they are and how good they're being for him. Actually it's maybe the quietest he'll be, since he's got the most control, but that's still not quiet. Definitely gets louder when he's close (but that can be said about all of these)

Dom+bottom, oh yeah. Demanding, but he'll still whimper n moan if it's goood, and he praises too. (Can you tell I like praise...). He makes sure that whoever he's with knows what he wants, and makes sure that they know he's satisfied too.

Sub+top, OUHHHHn. One of my favorite ideas ever btw. He's so pathetic and beautiful and will absolutely whimper and whine and beg to get what he wants. Longing and desire, an absolute wet cat of a man. He rambles a little, talks about how good he can be for his partner and how good they make him feel, etc. Checks in to make sure they're getting everything they want. Reall loud.

Sub+bottom. I can't even explain this one because I would actually go insane and ramble about how attracted I am to men whimpering and moaning and being pathetic and desperate. Just know that he's loud. Oh and he'll cry if edged.

If there's a little pain mixed in (biting, scratchin, yk) it definitely affects his volume, he gets louder for sure. The only way to make him any quieter is to actually gag him (or put him face down in the pillows)

He doesn't really mind a loud or quiet partner, as long as he can tell they're enjoying themself :p he does like it when his partner is at least a little vocal, but it's not a necessity

[treatmelikeasmut]

I’m trying to write a smut fic and I’m having such a difficult time! I just read your Arcane smut and was blown away! Do you have any tips on writing smut?

Thank you so much for reading! I’m glad that you liked it ❤️

Ultimately, I’d say two biggest things are just read and just write. I know that’s super lame, lmao

- Writing gives you practice, and your first doesn’t have to be perfect. Write a vague rough draft, then rewrite, change what you don’t like or feel lacks detail.

- Read, I know every writer will say this. No matter what you’re writing. But read, read, read - I found it helps figure out what kind of wording to use, what gets described in how much detail, and descriptors you do/don’t like. What feels natural, what makes you cringe, or how to describe certain things that maybe you aren’t sure of.

- It’s always good to have mental examples to reference just, obviously, don’t plagiarize them.

- Pull from your own experience, if you have any. No better reference than that.

- At the end of the day, just have fun with it. I read a smut where it was the author’s first, and they were like, “How do you guys not giggle while you write it.” I do. Every single time. Like “hehe dick” 😂

I wrote two drafts of For Your Pleasure. When I reread the first one, I felt that I could’ve made it smuttier (and angsty-er). So I read through other smuts I liked, and paid attention to what they did. What made me feel tingly, what made me scratch my head, what kind of language made me cringe. Then found where I needed to fill out the details.

Just find your flow, and I’m sure you’ll do great! It just takes a lil practice!

[bonechillen]

Chilly Bones, will you please write prompt #5? 🥹

Absolutely! Thanks for the prompt, OldLight117!

#5 - “You look so good on your knees.”

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a very explicit story below the read more!

The smell of earth filled your lungs as the midday sun beat down on your hair. You buried your fingers deep into the soil, coaxing it apart and readying it for the seed you intended to plant. Sweat begged at your brow, falling downward into the rich soil, watering it with your effort.

Looking around, you found the fields stretching on patiently, the breeze rattling through the trees that surrounded the Hallowleaf farm. The wind rustled in your hair, tracing it along your cheekbones, leaving behind a tickling sensation along your sweat addled skin.

Pulling your hands from the dirt, you leaned back onto your knees, bringing an outstretched, dirt covered hand above your brow, shading your sensitive eyes from the sun. Off in the distance, Scratch was in a pool of sunlight upon the steps to the cottage shared by Arnell and Emmeline. Though you saw no signs of your lover’s parents.

On the opposite side of the farm, you gazed upon the cottage you shared with Shadowheart, under the shade of several mature oak trees. Wisteria climbed the wooden walls, home to an entire family of squirrels the woman you loved was intent on feeding daily. There was no sign of the Hallowleaf’s there either.

You sighed, settling on seeking out your lover for a midday meal, an afternoon delight you enjoyed sharing with her each day. It occurred to you she was likely to jump your bones again upon seeing you; lately since the Spring had struck, nary a day had gone by where you hadn’t made love to each other. Wondering to yourself, you questioned if it was the dissipation of the winter gloom, or the fresh air that brought out the persistent lust in your paramour, as you tried to stand. Either way, you had no complaints.

When you pressed your hands back into the soil to push yourself to your feet, you suddenly felt a firm hand on your shoulder, holding you in place.

“You look so good on your knees.”

A sly smile found your lips as you settled back to your knees, craning your neck to look down at the pale hand fixed to your frame. Then, your gaze traveled upward to meet the gaze of Shadowheart; green like the Spring sunlight nestling through tall grass.

You were nearly speechless at her radiance. The verdant glow of spring settled on Shadowheart like a halo of nature’s rebirth, dancing to the same tune as Shadowheart’s own rebirth. It was a sight your faithless heart considered a true blessing.

“There’s no place I’d rather be than on my knees, revering every glance you offer me.” You spoke, a serene smile finding your lips as you looked up at her.

“I know.” She replied, a coy smile of her own stretching across her artfully crafted lips. “I’ll never tire of hearing it though.”

That brought a flutter to your heart, remembering the first time you’d proclaimed her beauty. Years had passed since then, and your lover had only grown more radiant through the passage of time.

You patted your hands against each other to clear them of dirt, though they still desperately needed a wash.

“May I rise, love?” You asked with a chuckle and a flirtatious smile.

“I rather like you down there.” She teased, running a hand through your loose flowing, coarse hair. When a rampant blush rose to your cheeks, her hand coiled under your chin, lifting it to meet your gaze. “Why don’t you offer me a taste of that reverence?”

The heat that pooled in your cheeks, mimicked in your cunt, where your clit throbbed at her words. Your mouth went dry, while you blinked heavily in anticipation.

“What about your parents?”

“Gone to town.” Shadowheart replied with an arched eyebrow.

“Right here in the field?”

“Consider it a fertility ritual.” She said, cocking her head in amusement, “Perhaps it will grant us a boon come harvest time.”

“Would you rather I wash up?”

When Shadowheart smiled in response, she guided a hand along the tip of your pointed ear, drawing a moan from your lips.

“Your hands aren’t required.” Shadowheart offered, with a seductive glint in her eyes.

The arousal in your clit was almost too much to bear; you wanted her to use you vigorously.

At the wide smile that spread along your lips, Shadowheart slipped her worn leather boots off, followed by her trousers, then the fluid soaked panties she had been wearing. At your face level were the pleasure slick curls that sprinkled across her pubic mound. Your mouth watered as a day of hard work in the sun began to take its toll; you needed to drink from her holy waters.

Her own hands, far softer than yours but twice as forceful, laced into your hair, pulling your face to her sex, while you knelt before her. She had you captured, fully pliant in her grasp. In this moment, you were merely a vessel for her pleasure. You were quite pleased with the arrangement.

The woman you loved had softened to a level that was unrecognizable from the bratty Sharran Acolyte you’d recused on the crashing Nautiloid so long ago. Intimacy was gentle, a fulfilling whisper of unending love, carried on a wind that swept you from your feet. Watching her let go, crave you in a primal, demanding way, was satisfying.

When your lips met her lower lips, you relished in the taste of her, the gentle scratching of her pubic hair on your nose, and the way her nails curled into your hair.

“Can you breathe?” She asked in a shaky voice, as your lips worked against her clitoral nub.

You nodded, bringing your face up and down against her swelling pussy; she groaned at the friction.

A moment later, her hands found either side of your head, holding it in place. Shadowheart’s thumbs traced the tips of your pointed ears, earning a moan from you as the erogenous sensation went straight to the deepest recesses of your cunt.

The game was on. Shadowheart grinded her sex against your face, fucking your features raw while fingering your sensitive elven ears. The sensation, and the sound of her pleased whimpers, was enough to make you flush with desperate pleasure.

The woman atop you maintained her standing position over you, while you remained supplicant, on your knees for her while she increased her pace over, increased the force, until you were being well and truly face fucked by the woman you loved.

Feeling like a toy to be used for her lust, you moaned like an animal in heat while she teased at your ears, pulling your face impossibly close while she rocked her hips against you in a desperate bid for ecstasy.

The taste of her brought you your own ecstasy, as you felt like a strained root, climbing to the surface for a taste of sunshine. You lapped, and lapped at her clitoris, overwhelmed with joy at the way your ministrations made Shadowheart write; she was close already.

“Still…Breathing?” she affirmed, eyes casting downward to you. You gazed up, eyes crinkling at the corners as they met hers. With a subtle nod, you gave her the silent permission to keep using you as a vessel to lose herself within.

Pleasure blossomed in her as she pressed onward, grinding with all she had against your raw face. Your fingers dug into the earth beneath you, as though you were breaking it up to plant your seed, as you were before this wonderful distraction appeared.

You felt arousal threatening to spill over in you, as Shadowheart continued to massage the sensitive tips of your ears, bringing a warmth in your core that threatened to spill over to the rest of you. With burning cheeks, you clenched your fingers into the dirt as the contact to your sensitive bits brought the promise of looming orgasm. The sensation was just as all-consuming as the love you felt for the woman whose sex rocked diligently across your face.

Letting your tongue dance across her clit every time it passed, you felt great pride at the hums of approval offered to you as she used your tongue for all it was worth.

“Let go, love.” Shadowheart cooed, a voice sweet as a flower’s nectar, dripping into those sensitive ears of yours.

At her command, you unwound beneath her. The sight of your tensed features and the sounds of your pleased moans pushed the woman above you into her own orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly against your face. An inward gasp, and a final thrust signaled the peak of her climax, before she pried her hips from your well-worn face.

Firm hands cupped your jaw, guiding you upward to stand on shaky legs before Shadowheart. You heaved for breath for a moment, before lacing your arms around her neck, to fall breathlessly into her arms. Your ears still burned hot while she stroked the hair at the back of your neck, softly. When your breathing evened out, Shadowheart pulled out of the embrace, guiding your lips into a heady kiss. The taste of her sex passed between your lips to her; a sacred oath sworn to her.

“You did so well, love.” Shadowheart praised, earning another blush from you. Then, looking at the ample work that was still laid before you in the fields, Shadowheart sighed drearily. “Sorry to take you from your work.” She offered with a hint of a smile.

“It was time for a midday meal, anyway.” You said with a gentle smile of your own.

Shadowheart laughed before collecting her garments. After putting on her boots and trousers, she joined you in the field to plant the crop that would feed your little family. Somewhere, knuckles deep in the tides of earth, you felt the roots of your bond with Shadowheart nest ever deeper.