#spicy prompt

[amethysts-prompts]

Prompt #220

"Favorite feature on yourself. Answer, now."

Hero pondered the question for just a moment. "My eyes."

Villain hummed, as if to say, 'Interesting choice, but…’ "I don’t think so."

"Well, it's a good thing you asked for my opinion, not the other way around," Hero said. “That means I don’t have to listen to what you think.”

"Do you know what my favorite feature of yours is?" Villain asked anyway. Then, answering their very own question, muttered, "Your parted lips."

Hero’s attention was drawn towards the bluntness of the statement, towards the absurdity of the conversation altogether. "Parted?" What did parted have to do with- oh.

Now smiling, Villain’s teeth shone like a dagger’s glinting edge. “What do you say we put them to good use?”

******

Main blog: @amethystpath-writes

[generaltrashshecox]

Thought before I go to bed because I heard a snippet of the song Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead sjsj (idk how but yee)

Damien going out in make-up, nails painted, dolled up all pretty (maybe the Astarion shirt showing off his chest and tight pants and boots) and getting "picked up" by the hot guy at the bar. He plays coy and hard to get and the man is persistent and well he is hot so why the hell not? They go back to the guys place and they make out hot and heavy but Damien's making him work for the nookie making sure he gets him in the mood. The man kisses him all over and basically worships his body and while it makes Damien a little self conscious it turns him on so much. He finally lets the man fuck him and he's grateful and shows his gratitude. It's the best fuck he's ever had and he tells him as such. When they come down he can't help but giggle and hide his face now embarrassed.

"I can't believe we just did that," he whispers to Anthony who's smiling widely.

"What? It was fun wasn't it? I wanna do it again," before kissing him. Damien guesses roleplaying can be fun sometimes.

[ingenio-academy-if]

Gotta be horny on main for Nova again with #29 please?

It's been a long time coming, but here.

Very spicy!!

Edit: I forgot to put it under a readmore the first time, sorry!!

29- Come one more time for me, I know you've got it in you

Your feet tense and your toes curl, your hips buck up but get stopped mid-way by Nova's strong grip. They force your hips back down and you whine, your lower body shakes and you gasp out Nova's name.

"I-I can't!" You breathe out a sigh of relief as Nova pulls their face from between your legs. Their soft wet lips press against your thighs while you catch your breath. What time is it? What day is it? Your eyes move across the room, settling on the window that led outside, the sky was shifting into a dim orange color...

Nova's languid kisses come to a stop and you feel their breath touch your sensitive spot, making your whole body shiver in delight. "You can come one more time for me, I know you've got it in you," Nova's voice was so confident and sexy. Their teeth grazed against your inner thigh and you let out a shaky breath, Nova was waiting for any sign from you that it was okay to keep going...

You nod your head, and immediately they dive in. You grab onto the sheets above you as your lover worked you closer to edge for the fifth time.

[stormyskies-writes]

Spicy Romance Prompts

I'm constantly looking for more spicy romance prompts so I thought I'd give writing some a go! Let me know if you want more prompt posts!

"I crave you."

"Let me distract you."

"You like that, huh?"

"My breath just made you quiver. Can you imagine what my tongue will do."

"Shh... just a little bit more."

"What do you want to eat?" "Bend over."

"Oh, shut up." "You shut up." "Make me." "Okay, but you might moan a little."

"Lift your hips for me, love."

"I'm not the jealous type, but what's mine is mine. End of story."

"Go fuck yourself." "Fuck me yourself, you coward."

"Kiss me, you piece of shit."

"Let me ruin you."

"Say you want me too."

"You could stay."

"You deserve to be loved."

"I shouldn't be jealous. You aren't even mine."

"You want me. I was inside you. I tasted you. That is a truth you will never escape."

"Harder."

"The problem is, if I kissed you, I don't think I'd be able to stop."

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “I’m all for platonic intimacy but this…?”

the subtext of romance is really peeking through 🗡️ friends to lovers scenarios

Person A going to person B’s house to watch a movie but getting looped into playing drunk card games with B and their parents

Working out together and A insisting on spotting B and adjusting their form

B playfully poking A in public and promptly getting tackled

B patting A’s cheek only to accidentally linger as they notice how the light catches in A’s eyes (A is DESPERATELY trying to not blush)

“Here’s the garage code.” “… Why am I receiving this information?” “You’re already over here a lot. My parents think it’s better than a key.”

Forced close proximity at a LAN party because there’s not much room at the table (and A’s arm keeps brushing against B’s, messing up their aim, but if anything the space between them decreases as the night goes on)

The “Oh, is B coming too?” to “A kidnapped me to come here and hang out” pipeline

Going from quick and funny head scratches to absentmindedly stroking/detangling their hair while chatting with friends

“Do I smell okay?” “You smell normal.” “Which is…?” “Like lilac and gooseberry.”

A melting into B’s hug after a long and stressful week

B helping A deal with a major headache by rubbing/scratching their back

A heating up B’s ears with their hands because B forgot ear muffs in winter

“My mom thinks you’re really pretty/handsome.” “My mom thinks you look like Adonis/Aphrodite.” “Can you ever take a compliment?”

Candid pictures give away the softness in B’s eyes when they look at A goofing around

B not minding when A gives them a long hug in public, even though they aren’t big on PDA in general

B drawing a shitpost and sending it to A, A setting it as their lockscreen, and months later B realizes that A still hasn’t changed it

B’s family automatically assuming that A might join for any family function and making A’s favorite dish accordingly

“I have to go into the office this week. Can I crash at your place since it’s closer?”

Hanging out for hours —> “I don’t want you to drive home this late.” —> waking up in each other’s arms because they both refused to let the other sleep on the floor/couch

“My clothes reek of you.” “You could’ve just told me to take a shower.”

[me-writes-prompts]

-:"I am on my knees" When they tease you prompts:-

(ANYWAYYYYYY, TAG MeeeeE.)

CW: suggestive

By @me-writes-prompts

"Ohhhh, look who looks like a model today? My one and only girl/boy/lover." (EXCUSE ME???? AHHHHHH)

Their lips stretching into a mischievous smile while they check you out and then lick their lips with that look in their eyes and you know you're fucked(quite literally ;)

"Uh uh, you're not getting any kisses until you behave properly." (okay fineeee!!!!!)

"Hmmm, you like that?"

Them staring at you openly while you blush at their attention and glare at them playfully but they just chuckle and continue their staring(*deep breaths*)

When they whisper in your ears AND NIBBLE A LITTLE WHEN THEY ARE DONE

"Don't move. I want you still."

"Come sit on my lap. Your favorite place, isn't it?" "Shut up."

Those heated make out sessions that have you craving for more but they pull away and put a finger on your lips with a sweet sweet smile and say "I think we should stop now. Yes?" and you just fucking melt on spot like a puddle.

"Please. Stop teasing me." "You need to learn to be better with your words, don't you think? Tell me what you want, [name]." (BACK ARCHED ALREADY)

When they maintain eye contact and come close to your lips and say in a very low voice 'I want you'.

Pulling you closer by your waist but you try to pull away because you want to test them but they tighten their grip and pull you even closer. But then they smile as they let you go and say 'it's fine if you don't want to' and you immediately put their hands back to where they were and say(whine) that you really really want them. (JLSHFSJLSHFHSLFH IM FINE OKAY????)

"Your hands are beautiful." You say as you take their hands in yours and smile softly. They raise their eyebrows and smirk, "Yeah, they are useful too. For many things apparently." AND YOU START TO BLUSH FURIOUSLY!!!!👀

Trailing kisses down your neck and then stopping to ask you if they can leave markssss????? ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

[love-toxin]

billy brainrot🤭 xxxi. "You're mine. Get that through your dense little brain." with him after a breakup!! pretty please

took me 1001 years to finish this but here i am babey

(cws: violent behavior, jealousy, toxic relationship, gn pronouns + fem nickname, possessiveness, post-breakup sex, needy billy, vaguely dubcon, shower sex, pet names, gaslighting)

Billy broke it off with you, not the other way around. He should not be the one banging on your front door, waiting by your car to catch you on the way to work, bothering you at your job to try and talk to you--and he especially should not be sabotaging your dates with other guys by showing up and causing a scene.

Punching your car window and dragging your date out to get into a fistfight with him? It's about as mature as a twelve year old's attitude. It was a first date too, not even that serious.

But that's just Billy. Just like it's quintessential for him to act all offended afterwards, like he's the one that's been put out cause you got mad at him. Then he starts up with the sweet talking, the "c'mon, mama", the kissing on your neck and telling you he missed you when you know he was messing with at least three other girls just this week. There's no reasoning with him, nor any point in entertaining his immature frame of mind. He's messed up and violent--a dangerous and unlikely-to-last cocktail for a partner.

Yet it's no surprise that you ended up in the showers with him, the pool empty and the parking lot dark since it's well close to midnight. You shouldn't have forced him to sit down with the first aid kit when he refused to go to the hospital for his cuts and that sprained shoulder--"'m not a pussy"--he said. It's different once the hot water hits his body, when he's got his hands bracing the wall behind you and his eyes burning a hole through your skull.

"You're mine." He growls over the hail of thudding water on linoleum. His skin burns as it slides over yours. "Get that through your dense little brain."

His muscles pin you like a brick wall against the shower, too broad and too strong for you to possibly resist. He slides your thigh up his hip to hook your leg around it, using the leverage to bump the tip of his rock-solid cock against you. That kiss he gives you is searing.

"Billy," You moan between kisses, your sentence finishing in a gasp as he slides in with a smirk. "You're an ass."

"You love me."

Thump. "No I don't." Thump. Each thrust knocks your head back against the tile, but Billy's hand creeps up to cushion it on the third time onward.

"You'd bite my dick off right now if you didn't."

"Nnh. I might still do it," Your warning comes with absolutely no venom, not nearly enough to wipe that grin from Billy's face as he gets exactly what he wants. Your answer makes him chuckle while he repositions you, hikes your other leg up with a grunt to hold you up against the shower wall. With both hands free you can cup his face as he makes out with you, adding to his perception that this is really what you wanted all along as your touches reminisce on a time not so long ago. When fucking in the pool room showers was a daily occurrence, tending his wounds was a kindness, and hearing him say 'I love you' felt like it actually had some meaning. Now it just feels like it's meant to placate you.

"Put on a condom, at least, you animal." You mutter amongst the sounds of skin slapping, tongues meeting teeth, and your back hitting the wet tile.

"I love you." He murmurs back. His voice rumbles against your throat, preceeding a soft but stinging bite that leaves a mark behind. You've got no idea what that answer means, but maybe it, too, means nothing. He could just be ignoring you for all you know.

"I'll pull out, baby. Y'know I will." Billy nips at your lower lip when he finally raises his head from your neck, having not had enough of using his teeth, evidently. "C'mon, mama. Love you."

"Quit it." That nickname hits you in the chest like a hammer on cloth, more than even those promises of love. He liked to tease you with that, then it became a term of endearment. You've always cared for him; reassuring his difficult emotions, cooling his anger, tending his wounds, even cooking for him and giving him affection in the simplest ways. Maybe that's why he's not letting you go. He can't do any better, but he can't let go of the only comfort he can find.

"That's it, baby..." He's losing himself now. His thrusts are aggravated, growing more aggressive as he reaches the finish line. His eyes squeeze shut and his grip tightens on your hair as his hips buck faster. "Squeeze down on it. That's it--that's, there--oh, fuck!"

The end comes as a surprise, a sudden moment of pleasure that overwhelms his ability to hold out. Billy's weight presses into you and you know--you just know by that distinct pulse inside you--that he's not pulling out like he said. Your nails dig deep scratches up his back as he closes in on it, harshly pressing your hips completely still as he forces himself past that one, last boundary that could've still allowed him an out. Now there's no choice but to drain himself inside you; cum splattering in thick drops down the drain as your legs tremble with pleasure. He always manages to get it on the last try--triggering your orgasm like it's a switch at the last possible moment. But he never misses, not even once.

Now it's sinking in. You're floating off your feet, barely able to stand when he finally lowers you down, and you have to let him hold you just so you don't fall. As much as you want to push him away, he made it so you need him to rely on. Again. And you don't feel as bad about it as you should.

"Break up with that dickhead." Billy growls into your ear, suddenly riled up again--probably over his own thoughts more than anything else. The way he has to tilt his head down just to reach your ear is a new level of intimidating...and regrettably, incredibly hot. "We need to get back together."

"You'll change your mind once your brain evicts itself from your dick." You mumble dismissively, nudging his arm down so you can grab a towel. But he stops you--he blocks you back under the water, his mouth barely a hair's width from yours as he whispers.

"I want you back, baby."

"This was a mistake. It was a first date anyways, weren't even 'together' in the first place...and I still don't want you back."

"Doesn't change the fact that I love you. We fit together." He murmurs into another kiss that you less than reluctantly accept. A lock of your hair curls around his bronzed skin as he twirls it round his finger. "Think about it, at least. I know you want it."

"Why the hell would I?"

"Cause you can't last a week without fucking me." That, at least, is true. But that doesn't...mean anything. Plenty of people backslide, it doesn't mean you're still in love with him. You turn your head in a pout and he smirks at the idea that he's right.

"I like your dick. Not you."

"Then take it every day." He grabs your hand and moves it over his crotch, just to laugh when you yank it away and slap him. It's not hard. Much less hard enough to make him feel anything but affection at how feisty you still are. "You're still mine. My pretty little slut-"

As he whispers low in your ear you finally break away from him, just barely stepping out of the shower when he grabs your ass on the way out. You have to wrench his wrist off to get him to let go and that's fortunately enough for him, but it doesn't change the downright predatory stare he gives you as he watches you dry off and get your clothes back on in a hurry.

"Come by the quarry later. Tomorrow. Let's have some fun in our old spot."

"Don't count on it."

You're done up and out the door before he knows it. Your car revs up in the parking lot outside before peeling out like a madwoman--and he can only imagine the way you're yelling and hitting your steering wheel as you drive, trying and failing to force your thoughts of him out of your head and the way that orgasm felt rippling through you, just as good as he always makes it feel.

He'll definitely be seeing you at the quarry tomorrow night.

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

Rainy Day Dialogue Prompts 🌧

By: @the-bad-batch-baroness

"We should order in."

"Come here. Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

"Does the thunder scare you?"

"I can hold your umbrella for you."

"You're soaked!"

"I'll toss your pajamas in the dryer to warm them up."

"Do you need a towel?"

"Strip. You're gonna catch a cold."

"Puddle!"

"Did you feel that?" "Feel what?" "It's starting to rain."

"I think it's going to rain."

"I am wet, and I am tired."

"There's water in my shoes."

"Do you want me to start you a shower or a bath?"

"Would you like to stand under my umbrella?"

"This towel is so soft."

"I am soaked down to my underwear."

"This umbrella is too small for the both of us."

"I can't find my rain boots."

"I don't like being wet."

"I love the sound of the rain."

"Can we stay here for a while? I want to listen to the rain."

"I don't want to go out. It's raining."

"That's the third time you've sneezed."

"Let me warm you up."

"I really want to kiss you." "Now? In the rain?"

"No one will hear us since it's raining."

"What happened to you?" "I slipped in the rain."

"I feel like a drowned rat." "You look like one too."

"Don't you dare jump in that puddle and get me wet!"

"You look so cute in that rain jacket."

"Can we stay in bed today?"

"The roof is leaking again."

"If you shiver any harder, you'll vibrate right off of the chair."

"Let's play in the rain!"

"Dance with me in the rain."

"Please let me in. It's pouring!"

"I hate thunderstorms." "Don't worry. I'll protect you."

"I'll race you back home!"

"Do you want my wet handkerchief to dry your wet face?"

"So much for our picnic."

"The rain is so relaxing."

"I'll put the kettle on."

"My hair is soaked!" "You still look beautiful."

"I made you a mug of tea."

"Is this tree taken?" "I think it's big enough for the both of us."

"What's the matter?" "I ran out of books to read."

"Will it ever stop raining?"

"Did you know that rainy day cuddles are two times more effective than sunny day cuddles?"

"Can you moan a little louder? I can't hear you over the rain."

[chenuaswriting]

Things that make me weak in the knees

by @chenuaswriting

1. Cheking you out, with that little smirk on their face.

2. "Do a little twirl for me."

3. "Make me" (OMFG)

4. Pulls you by the waist

5. Catching their breath after kissing (idek anymore)

6. Hands on your thigh

7. Neck kisses (I have said this and I will never stop saying this)

8. Smirk and eyebrow raise combo (has me dead)

9. "The things I want to do to you,"

10. "Whatever you want baby."

11. Pulling you possessively (but carefully) when another man is checking you out.

12. Kissing you to make you stop talking. (has me on a chokehold)

[gummybearstastelikesadness]

Danny’s in Gotham living as a regular civilian or even just a literal tourist.

He’s out late after getting a burger from Batburger and in an attempt to get back to where he’s staying faster he cuts through a few alley ways with some help from his powers to stay safe.

One of the bat fam hears something from an empty looking alley and shines a flashlight in it, directly into the face of a exhausted looking teenager.

Danny, because high powered light in the eyes hurt, hisses in pain, and then runs away after seeing who just attempted to blind him. Because they’re a Bat and Danny really doesn’t want to deal with Batman.

The next morning the GPD issues a warning about a suspected vampire with a described appearance that matches Danny’s a bit too much.

Danny may have forgotten his eyes shine like a cats and that the red Batburger sauce ended up on his shirt… and that he has fangs.

[ingenio-academy-if]

[from the nsfw list] Nova and (64 or (85?

I'll be slowly working my way through the smut prompts sksksksk

ALSO, there are a lot of Nova requests!! which I am so excited for >:)

Nsfw incoming~ But it's pretty tame in my opinion, and it's fluffier than I first intended.

64- “I don’t want anyone else. No one else can make me feel like you do.”

You weren't sure when your mind started to wander. Nova's confident touches didn't seem to ease your anxious thoughts. Your head leaned back and you let out a shaky moan, Nova's tongue expertly glided along the sensitive skin on your neck.

"Wait."

Her touches stopped and Nova pulled away from you. She laid down on her side beside you and reached for your hand, gently holding it in her own.

"Of course!" She sounded perfectly fine with it, but what if it was all an act? Your tongue darted out to wet your lips while struggled to put your feelings into words. "It's not- I mean, I want to have sex with you," you try and turn so that you're facing Nova now. Your eyes met hers and she watched you with open fondness, her lips were turned up in a smile and she traced her fingers on your palm. "Mc," she mused, "it's fine, sometimes you don't feel like it—"

"That- That's not-" your heart hammered in your chest, "what if I'm not enough for you? What if you could be with someone better, someone that's more like you—"

"I don't want anyone else." Your mouth snapped shut at the intensity of her tone. "No one, mc, can make me feel like you do." Nova's eyebrows furrowed and her expression shifted to worry, as well as hurt.

So you do the only thing you can think of doing. You kiss her.

Your lips press together and your teeth knock against each other, making you laugh. Nova pushes you down onto the bed and climbs on top of you, and this time your mind is blissfully quiet. You let yourself get swept up in her touch until you're breathless and begging for mercy.

[eloquent-edits]

🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”

definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)

B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out

For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with

A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it

^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)

B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while

At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone

A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)

A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)

“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”

“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”

They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)

Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends

A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this

B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor

Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)

While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY

“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”

All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better

If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table

During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)

Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face

A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Mother I'm on my knees and begging for a SPICY fallen angel villain × cursed by the devil hero. May thy pen shine and glamor 🙏🏻

The villain let out a relieved moan.

As they could feel it inside them, hard and hateful, they allowed themselves to close their eyes and enjoy the moment. They took in slow breaths, concentrating, preparing.

Eventually, they looked at the hero and a smile tugged at the corners of their mouth.

“Are you flirting with me?” they asked. One of their hands followed the hero’s collarbone.

“You tell me.” The hero pushed further and caught by surprise, the villain laughed breathlessly. They took the hero’s hand.

Back when they’d been an angel, they’d never felt anything like this. It was a new and exciting feeling. Something only a human body could experience like this.

“I swear,” they whispered. “One day, you’ll find yourself on your knees for me.”

“Is that so?” Another push. Another desperate gasp for air. The hero’s fingers dug into their biceps and the villain’s heart raged in its cage. It was cruel, very cruel.

They looked down at the knife in their chest, at the dark blood that ran down their body. By now, the hero’s hand was covered in it. A “mortal” had complete control over them and they weren’t even hiding it.

“You foul creature,” the villain said. The problem was that it hurt. It was an indescribable pain. The villain had been through all kinds of things like this throughout the centuries. Hell, they’d been tortured for the majority of them.

But this knife in their chest and this person in front of them were for some reason much more effective.

The hero was — in their own way — admirable. For a human, they were very brave. Their voice was sweeter than forbidden fruit.

Something about them excited the villain. They awoke something inside them. Something very ancient.

“I didn’t know your blood is red. So human,” the hero said. They dug their fingers close to the wound into the villain’s skin and there was nothing else for the villain to do but to grunt pathetically.

“You are full of surprises.” Their lips brushed the villain’s cheekbones until the hero let go of the blade and stared at its place there in the villain’s chest. “My immortality doesn’t look this pretty.”

“You can’t kill me like this,” the villain whispered. “You’re not the only who’s cursed. Not the only one who’s been punished.”

They pulled out the blade and let it fall to the ground, eyes wide. It was a horrible feeling, something they hopefully could forget some day. But the hero didn’t seem surprised.

The blood dropped to the ground and formed a little lake.

Clearly, the wound wasn’t closing right away. The villain knew it would take over an hour for them to see the scar. Usually, the bones would take much longer. Blood wasn’t a problem. They had bled for hours, years, centuries before.

“I would have killed you a long time ago,” the villain said. They put their head on the hero’s shoulder, almost embracing them in a strange hug. “I didn’t know your patience back then. I didn’t know your dedication.”

The hero pulled them closer and the blood dropped down the hero’s stomach as well.

“Do you like it? Do you like the way I am?”

“I do,” the villain said. “You are delightful, even though you try to kill me all the time.”

I want to kiss you. What does it feel like? What does it feel like to kiss someone?

“You know I cannot stop.”

“I don’t want you to. I hated you for that as well. I didn’t see you. But now I do,” the villain said. They could barely breathe. Their damaged lungs were filling up with blood but their self-healing body sew them back together. They were on the edge of drowning the entire time. “And I will keep haunting you.”

It was quite clear to the villain now. For the first time in their life, they had a real desire.

“Then I will keep killing you to lift the curse,” the hero whispered. “I look forward to the next centuries.”

[kinky-moth]

Punished to be a public use toy (part two)

(Part one) TW: hard kinks such as noncon and mind break, overstimulation, degradation, edging Dead dove, do not eat

After the first day of it's community service the lights turn off and the toys are to go through daily cleaning: automated systems turn on and spray water on the toy's used parts until all the dirt is washed away

The newbie is startled but it doesn't mind the water, it's cunt does feel tired after the day and this feeling is pleasant

A little too much in fact

The poor thing's abused clit is way too sensitive not to react to the droplets dripping down on it, and before it can pray for the machine to stop it has already reached its climax.

It lays there panting, mind blanking out as the machine takes note of the new substance coming out and begins the cleaning process again. This new living hole will have to learn the hard way that toys aren't meant to cum.

[..]

Morning comes around and the machines retreat, in one of the stalls the toy can feel itself going crazy: it had managed to hold out enough to be left alone, at the cost of edging all night

Just hearing footsteps sends shiver through its body, making it more aware of it's spread open cunt, ready for a day of usage

And the first user isn't late to arrive, entering the booth and making it feel their eyes looking right through it

They must've noticed it's throbbing clit cause a sudden slap to it's pussy makes it seize up in pain

And then another, and another followed by a sloppy kiss, a soft tongue caressing its clit until it cries out

It writhes and struggles hoping to somehow turn away from the torture but it's pointless, the pain and the pleasure keep coming until it can't tell if it's about to cum or pass out

Eventually the man also reaches their climax and leaves, letting their jizz out all over it's thighs and pussy

Finally it thinks its clit is going to get a break, but with a cunt so puffy and drippy every user wants to rub up on it, up and down its swollen clit until it cries.

It starts begging to be fucked, anything to not be touched there anymore, and it works: it gets filled over and over, utterly violated physically and mentally until it learns a valuable lesson.

[anawrites3]

Jaydick, but Dick gives Jason a big mommy kink

It was a joke, at first.

The first time it happened they were in the Cave, having just came back from the patrol. The night was considered a huge success because for all the bullshit that managed to happen in the span of those few hours anyone barely got hurt at all.

Instead, everyone was fucking exhausted. Jason’s fingers were still slightly shaking as he fastened the last bandage around his arm, not to mention the way his eyes kept slipping shut. Boy, was he grateful he didn’t get hit in the head that day because he didn’t think he’d be able to stay up, even if he would have concussion.

That’s why he was planning on crashing in the Manor. Bruce was there too, obviously, but Jason was too tired to worry about that asshole right then. He was going to throw himself onto one of the beds in guests’ bedrooms and sleep for as long as his body needed him to.

He said a quick goodnight to Alfred who wished him a good rest with a smile. He didn’t say a word earlier when Jason announced he’d be staying the night and Jason in turn didn’t comment on the fact that a bedroom for him was already prepared. Jason was too tired to deal with that right then – and he’d have other excuses not to later – so he saluted to the rest of the clan, before starting towards the stairs.

That’s when it happened the first time.

“Hit the shower before you go to sleep, Jay.” Dick called after him. He was sitting in the medical area of the Cave, stripped down to just his underwear so Alfred could stitch up the cut on his calf. “You’ll feel less like shit when you wake up.”

“Master Dick-” Alfred chastised.

Jason rolled his eyes but found he wasn’t actually annoyed. His relationship with Dick was… better, now. Way better than what he expected they’d ever had, especially with everything Jason did before. But here they were. Jason wasn’t going to complain.

“Sure, mom!” He called back.

Dick just smiled.

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The next time it happened, Jason didn’t think too much of it either.

He was in the middle of baking when Dick broke into one of his safehouses – the one that was currently serving Jason as home and the one that Dick absolutely shouldn’t know about – and started talking to him about a case he needed help with. Jason decided to actually play nice and help him out, even if he was kind of annoyed that Dick found him.

If anything else he could at least be certain that the big bird won’t blab the location of it to Bruce.

And… then there was that whole thing of him feeling… something about the fact Dick turned to Jason when he actually needed help. Not to Babs, not to Tim. Not to the rest of the birds and bats. Him.

Yeah, he wasn’t gonna think too hard about that.

On the other hand though, Jason was in the middle of baking. And he always got bitchy when he got interrupted while doing something in the kitchen – and Dick freaking knew that. It never stopped him, of course, not even from trying to steal the dough or popping a bit of chocolate into his mouth whenever he thought Jason wasn’t watching.

Jason was less annoyed about that than he thought he’d be, too. Huh. Yeah, not touching that one right now either.

“Oh yeah, come to mama.” Dick said, reaching for one of the cookies as soon as Jason placed the tray on the counter in front of him.

Jason cocked an eyebrow at that.

“Mama?” He teased with a grin. “Wouldn’t you be more of a daddy or something?”

Dick moaned around the cookie in his mouth, “I can be whatever you want me to be, as long as I’ll get to eat more of these.”

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And then-

“It’s not one of Bruce’s galas, Dick, I don’t have to look like I just walked out of the fashion magazine.” Jason rolled his eyes.

Dick ignored him as if he didn’t even open his mouth, making sure his sleeves were rolled up evenly.

They were getting ready for an uncover mission or – more precisely – Jason was. Dick was spending this one in the Cave as his eyes and Bruce was going to keep watch from the roof of neighboring building, ready to drop in if anything got too out of hand. Jason was the one going in this time, simply because their target haven’t seen him before.

Jason hated the fact that Bruce was going to be his support. Not like he could do much about it, with Dick still healing his injuries and Tim being away but still.

“It won’t hurt. You need to stand out.” Dick smiled. “Besides, I don’t get to see you in a suit very often. I need to take advantage of the opportunity.”

“Sure.” He drawled sarcastically but allowed Dick to fuss over him a few minutes longer.

It was true though, Jason couldn’t remember the last time he was actually wearing a suit. Not as nice as this, anyway, a grey three-piece that hugged his frame like a second skin would. It didn’t feel that alien – his gear was very fitting too so that part at least was familiar.

It’s the way Dick kept glancing at him that felt… new. Different from the way he was looking at Jason before but Jason couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“Alright.” Dick hummed and Jason breathed out because that meant he was finally done dolling him up. “Now, be a good boy and don’t punch people’s teeth in before we get what we need, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Jason huffed. It’s not like he wasn’t good at undercover stuff. He didn’t like it and he definitely thought that Dick was way better at it, yeah, but it didn’t mean he would ever make such a rookie move. Even if he really wanted to, at times. “Not my first rodeo, remember? You really don’t have to mom me so much.”

“Mm.” Dick started adjusting his tie. “Then be a good boy for mommy and play nice.”

If anyone would ever ask about it, Jason would say he didn’t say anything back simply because he didn’t want to. Or that that was when Bruce walked in and told them it was time to move out.

When Jason will think back to it, he’ll remember the way he opened and closed his mouth a few times. The way his cheeks stung with the force of his blush. The way Dick ran his hands over the lapels of his jacket to smooth them out, slowly.

“Off you go then.” He murmured, looking at Jason from under his eyelashes and Jason still couldn’t know if Dick did that on purpose or not but he knew that it worked very well.

He lowered his chin in a sharp nod and Dick smiled, and then Jason was on the way to the club.

He couldn’t quite focus for the rest of the night. They got what they needed, no outside help from the Bat required, and Dick sent him a big happy smile when he came back to the Cave but Jason couldn’t stop thinking about what happened before.

He wondered if Dick was aware of what he was doing. He wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

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So. Maybe Jason had the slightest idea on how did it come to this-

“Mommy, please.” he breathed out, half a moan and half a whine.

Dick shushed him with a fond smile, peppering kisses across Jason’s jaw and cheeks. He was a solid familiar weight on Jason’s lap, pinning him firmly down to the mattress even when everything Jason wanted to do was to buck his hips, rub himself against Dick’s tanned stomach. Just enough to get some friction, just a little bit of pleasure Dick took away from him again because he was insistent to drag it out this time.

“Such a good boy, Jay.” Dick murmured against his skin, hand so close to where Jason needed it to be before sliding away again, higher and higher so it could settle on his stomach. “Just a little more, baby. Then you’ll get to fuck mommy the way you want to.”

“Please-” He gasped, fingers digging into Dick’s waist. How easy would it be to pull him closer, to slip between those cheeks… “Please, I need you-”

“Shh.” Dick gently cupped his jaw and lifted his head to press their lips together better. He kissed Jason slowly and filthy, slipping his tongue between his lips as soon as Jason parted them to gasp. He chased the sugary taste of cookies they had earlier, the one Jason barely finished making before Dick started pressing against him. “You have me, Jay. I’m right here.”

And it was the truth, wasn’t it? Jason had him, in a way no one else ever could. Dick Grayson, body and soul, all of that belonged to him now.

“Then do something about it already.” He demanded breathlessly as soon as Dick allowed him to speak again. “Prove it to me.”

Dick lowered his hand onto Jason’s thigh in a sharp slap that had Jason moaning again.

“That’s not very nice, baby. And you were doing so good.” Dick shook his head. “Only good boys get rewards, remember?”

“Sorry, mommy.” Jason whispered but he couldn’t stop his hips from moving anymore, trying to fuck into air.

“Mm, that’s better.” Calloused fingers slid down his stomach to finally, finally wrap around his cock. It was already so wet, both from saliva and precome that slid down the shaft from the head and Jason threw his head back with a loud whimper. How happy he was that those walls were sound-proof. “I forgive you, sweetheart. Now fuck me.”

And Jason didn’t need to be told twice.

[monzamash]

Would love to see no. 13 with Daniel

holy shit those prompts are spicy

sheeeeesh, got carried away again with this one and combined it with another suggestion that was sent in because it felt too hot not to use 🔥

daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 900 words 18+ minors dni

prompts used — "how many times can i make you cum?" & "i’m not going to stop until you’re dripping with my cum"

It was his birthday, after all. Thirty years on the planet, making the lives of the people he loved better each and every day while appeasing the masses with his sunny disposition. It wasn’t a huge party by his calculation, under a hundred guests of his nearest and dearest, all vying for the opportunity to wish their gorgeous Daniel a happy birthday. But there was really only one gift he was chomping at the bit to unwrap.

You.

“This dress is my favourite,” Daniel whispered into your ear as his large hand slid across your abdomen, pinning you to his chest.

You hummed in response, cocking your head to the side with an appreciative smile, “Well I did wear it for you, birthday boy. You having fun?”

Daniel turned you in his grasp and wrapped you up in a tight hug, his pearly white smile sparkling under the pretty party lights above. There was something in his honey brown eyes when they connected with yours; a deviant glimmer that you knew all too well.

“I am but–” He paused, pressing a barely there kiss to your pouting lips, “I’d rather be home alone with you.”

Your eyebrow quirked with intrigue, “Oh yeah?” You weren’t surprised but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him while you had his undivided attention for the first time tonight.

“What could you possibly be doing alone with me, huh?”

It was a loaded question and Daniel took very little time to answer it, “You wouldn’t be wearing this dress for starters,” He whispered, fingertips trailing down the tight silk clinging to your skin – dark eyes scanning every inch of your body.

“Or whatever’s underneath it…”

The sly smirk across your lips spread as you toyed with the loose curls on the back of his thick neck, “Presumptuous of you to think that I’m wearing anything underneath…”

Daniel couldn’t control the low growl bubbling deep within as he tilted his head back, nor did he want to – his throat tightened as he imagined peeling off the thin material obstructing him from the one thing he really wanted right now. He was insatiable in your presence, greedy to see if you were telling the truth, hoping to god you were, and your words weren’t helping him – you were killing him.

“You can’t say that shit to me, sweetheart,” He snarled, tugging you even tighter against his warm body while his lips brushed down your exposed neck, "Not here."

Daniel’s mouth was heavenly and selfishly, you let yourself enjoy it for a brief moment before inching away – you were in public after all.

“Give me a list of things you want to do to me and I promise I’ll make them happen when we get home, baby. Please,” You begged with a whimper, wanting to hear all of the naughty thoughts racing through his brain; right here, right now.

Your name slipped through Daniel’s gritted with a whine as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck, swaying you both to the music so your closeness didn’t raise any alarms. His lips brushed along the shell of your ear, voice deep and low as he scolded you; ‘you are so bad, you know that?’ and of course you did. It’s how you caught his attention in the first place.

“But because you’re begging me I guess we can workshop together,” He sighed, happily giving in to your mischievous request.

“The first thing I wanna do is taste that sweet, sweet pussy and make you come all over my tongue – fucking love it when you ride my face, baby. And maybe we can see how many times I can make you come like that, huh? You’d like that, yeah?”

It was a rhetorical question but you nodded anyway, chin resting on Daniel’s shoulder as he whispered into your ear, “Thought so," and pressed a butterfly kiss to the top of your exposed shoulder.

“I’m always so fucking hard after watching you come undone like that, screaming my name so I reckon after that we just get down to it; maybe I'll fuck you from behind 'cause I know how much you love having me pound into ya, head buried in the sheets while I’m playing with your ass and overstimulating your precious little cunt too. Can’t forget about her, ey?”

A breathy moan slipped from your lips when Daniel’s tongue slid across the soft spot behind your ear. His booted foot nudged your feet apart and instinctually, your separated them as his tensed thigh nestling in-between your clenched ones. The contact wasn’t enough to ease the taut knot in the pit of your stomach but it was something to clutch onto as he moved you slowly from side to side, a low chuckle reverberating against your chest.

“You asked for it, baby; I’m just telling ya what I have in mind.”

“Keep going…” You whispered weakly, “Are you gonna let me come again like that?”

Daniel scoffed, “Course I will, honey. You’ll be seeing stars by the time I’m finished with ya,” He sweetly cooed as he guided your circling your hips into his, creating that friction between your thighs you so desperately needed.

“And I promise you that I will fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum because you take it so well, baby. And I know how much that turns you on, filled to the fucking brim while I fuck it deep inside you. God, I'm bloody hard just thinkin’ about it,” He shakily exhaled into your hair, dick stiff and twitching in his trousers against your thigh.

“You need to take me home right now.”

Daniel didn't need to be told twice.

the ol' smut muscle has been nicely warmed up after this one 🔥 — thoughts? feelings? let me know! askbox masterlist if you want to read more x