#my smut

[carmyboobear]

ANON (COVERS MY FACE) this embarrassed me but also SO inspired me. You’re a genius. Please take this

Tags: MDNI🔞, dom carmy, fingering,  dirty talk!!!, spitting

So I’ve been thinking about Carm propping you up on a table a lot recently, spreading your legs and exposing you to him. In this scenario I think the two of you were watching a movie, but you were more focused on him—cuddling up close to him, touching him, kissing him…And I think he had enough. 

“Why’re you so wet, hm?” Carmy’s dragged you to the edge of the table. He’s sitting at one of the chairs, pulled up close. One of his hands is rubbing up and down one of your bare legs. The other is at your pussy, parting your folds delicately with his fingers. 

“‘Cause of you, Carm,” you admit, because you know it’s what he wants to hear. It works like a charm. 

“‘Cause of me?” The broad surface of his thumb dips against your entrance, coating itself in the wetness that collected there. “That’s what’s got you leaking, baby?” You nod quickly, and he hums in approval. “That’s my girl…”

He brings his hand to his mouth, sucks your fluid off his thumb. When he brings it back down, coated in spit, it’s slick against slick. His long fingers just keep stroking at your pussy, smearing your wetness everywhere, teasing and rubbing your folds until they’re hot and puffy.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs. His other hand’s left your thigh to tug up at the hood of your clit, jutting it out for him to touch. He brings his wet thumb to stroke slippery circles over your hard nub, and you keen, hips jutting forward. “This pretty pink pussy…you’re so soft, baby.”

“D-Don’t say that—” His words broil in your gut and make your clit throb against his circling thumb. “Fuck—”

“Don’t lie to me,” he says darkly, his index and thumb suddenly pinching and rolling at your clit, and you gasp, throwing your head back as your body tightens. “This pussy belongs to me, and that’s exactly how you like it, don’t you?”

“C-Carm—” His pinching fingers are massaging your clit harder. You can barely speak. 

“You’re mine, and I’ll say whatever I like about what belongs to me.” You try to respond, but only weak moans come out. “Tell me who you belong to, and I’ll make you come.”

“Please,” you beg, but it’s not enough. 

“Tell me who this perfect pussy belongs to,” he says again. His blue eyes are dark. “I won’t say it again.”

“I-It—it belongs to you, Carmy,” you whimper, but his expression remains unfazed, dissatisfied. “My pussy—my pretty pussy,” you amend, cheeks burning, and that’s what finally satiates him. 

“Good girl,” he whispers, “good fucking girl.” 

He sinks two thick, long fingers into you, and it feels like a release. You moan as you squeeze down on them, trying to suck them back in every time they drag back. His other hands uses two fingers to part your folds around your clit. You feel it throb in the open air. 

When he leans forward, you think he’s going to suck on it, but then you feel hot spit hitting your clit. 

“All mine,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His fingers return, flicking your clit brutally from side to side, and alongside the fingers deep in your pussy, you’re wound up so tight you swear you’re gonna snap. 

“Carmy,” you moan, sweet and desperate. Your legs are trembling. “I’m gonna come,” you sob.

“I know, baby. Be good and come all over my fingers for me, yeah?” His quick fingers smack against your pussy with every thrust, the sounds wet and clear. “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous down here…and it’s all mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

“All yours, Carm,” you gasp, and you’re gushing all over his fingers. Your orgasm is a tidal wave bottled up in the container of your body, thrashing on your insides. His nimble fingers keep rubbing and thrusting in you as you come, relentless as you tighten and throb against him. 

“Perfect,” he hums, and he keeps his fingers moving. You have a feeling he’s not gonna let you go until your wetness is dripping onto the floor.

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #my asks #my blurbs #sorry anon had to repost bc it wasn't showing up in the tags #my smut #Carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut

[suchafaunystory]

Need

A faun, forced to take a powerful aphrodisiac, leaving her so horny. so leaky. and so needy.

she’s on her knees before you, begging with her eyes as much as her words. she drools, staring up at you, mind filled with images of all the things you can do to her…

every touch sends pleasure though her thanks to the drugs in her system leaving her so sensitive. the more you use her, the more you fuck her, the less coherent she becomes. her begging rapidly devolving into broken words and needy, horny noises as you do what you want with her. begging and begging until she can do little more than drool and moan as her body is taken advantage of.

it’s unclear if her mind will ever recover, be she certainly doesn’t seem to mind~

#cw: intox #cw: aphrodisiacs #cw: dubcon #cw: drugging #tw: drugging #faunposting #my smut #smut #hornyposting #bottomposting #totally not inspired by a GWA by Winterlee97 on red dit #*wink wink* #I made smut

[vengeful-velvette]

Hey stranger!

So a couple of days ago you asked what my list would be for least to most brattiest hazbin characters would look like, and i’m incredibly curious as to what your list would be!

This concept is really fun to me omg I really want your opinion on this 🤔

Hey random stranger who I have never met before! Fancy seeing you in my little ask box.

Here are my own thoughts regarding the tier list, also ranked from least to most to build tension:

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- Charlie: I'm glad we both agree that Charlie is at the bottom of this list lol. She's just too sweet! I feel like she doesn't even think to brat either, like she thinks "we're both enjoying this, why would I tell you to stop or not listen to you when I want to?"

I also feel like Charlie really enjoys sweet sex, like she just doesn't understand how someone can enjoy being called derogatory names during sex. She probably also says "I love you" during sex and wants to hold your hand.

At the absolute worst, she'll get embarrassed (especially when you two are first dating) and put her hands over face to hide from your sweet words.

Though, I do think that she has a hidden animalistic side to her (did you see in in the finale? 😳 I'm a dom, but oh, that got to me), that I bet that even she's unaware of. I imagine that she finds this out about herself when you two are play fighting in bed and wrestling each other around. You're able to pin her to bed and as you tease her; "Not so powerful now, are you princess?" She can't help her eyes from going red as she snarls at you.

Which of course shatters all playful energy as you reinsure her that you weren't scared - you actually found it really hot. (Also, fun fact, but as much as I go crazy about Velvette, Charlie is actually my favorite Hazbin character. Idk, she's just so cheerful, hopeful, apologetic, and nice in a show filled with loveable assholes that I couldn't help but get attached. I love her, she's my baby girl.)

- Sir Pentious: I'm glad I'm not the only one who doesn't see him as the least bratty character ever, lol. He's just so precious! I imagine him as being extremely shy in bed and extremely reactive. Even the most chaste kiss can embarrass him.

I also think he isn't used to hearing compliments since he's visually very more animal-like than most sinners, so some people are little put off by his appearance. So hearing you call him your "pretty boy" and "darling snake" has him flushing and squirming.

I also doubt that he could handle any mean words. It just absolutely kills his confidence. Though I do think he will find some embarrassing enjoyment in being teased, I think that it could never cross into actual mean words. He absolutely loves to please, though, and it's honestly really cute seeing him try to pleasure you even though he doesn't really know how to. What he lacks in skill, he definitely makes up in enthusiasm, though.

- Vaggie: Man, three in a roll that's exactly the same, lol. But I totally agree with you, I don't think Vaggie is much of a brat. I think she also doesn't like not pleasuring her partner (because my girl has self worth issues), so I feel like if you told her to lie down and relax while you pleasure her, it wouldn't take long before she's trying to touch you and get you off too.

That's really the only way I can see her "bratting", and I bet that after awhile with you proving to her that you want to please her, that it brings you pleasure, she eventually relaxes.

- Lucifer: I know you put him up higher, but to me, Luci would never not crumble immediately in bed. This man has a praise kink a mile long and loves to hear you call him your "good boy". Though, there's a reason he's placed here and not all the way at the bottom.

While I do think that the first few times (or, more accurately, first 50 times) he's a blushing mess who crumbles immediately, I feel like after a while he starts to gain some self confidence (and internalized the idea that he wouldn't fuck everything up with you if he messes anything up), he feels a lot more comfortable teasing you back and bratting.

I still think it's laughably easy to get him to crumble, but an attempt is still made!

- Rosie: I know you said you didn't know where to put Roise, but I do! Gosh, I love Roise so much. Every single one of her lines is my favorite. I ultimately find her to be a rather sweet character, hence why she's pretty low on the list, but I still think she has a bite to her that can make her seem brat adjacent.

Like, if you're up for it, she will totally bite you until you don't have a single unmarked bit of flesh.

- Cherri Bomb: Now we're getting into "slightly a brat but can turn it down" territory. I definitely think that Cherri has some spark in her, but I also think that it wouldn't take much to flip her over and make her show her stomach. She's kinda explosive in that way, in the sense that she's hot and quick in the beginning, a bit very quickly flizzes out.

I also think that she's not really used to pleasure? It's implied in the Addict music video that she used to have a lover, but based on her facial expressions, I don't think she really likes him all that much? Or it's complicated, at least. But judging purely by his looks and the fact the two still aren't together, I'm assuming that he wasn't that great of a partner and Cherri isn't used to getting more pleasure than she gives.

- Husk: I think he's actually a bit of a brat. You've seen him bristle whenever someone pets him in the show, I think he's kinda predisposed to ruffling up when you call him your "pretty little kitty" or pet him (even though he really likes being your pretty little kitty). I feel like he's prone to get embarrassed very easily, and this means he can be quite bratty when you lay on the compliments a little thick.

I do think that Husk would get a little off on the humiliation aspect, but it takes him a bit to really accept this fact about himself that bratting to you is easier.

I agree that he's probably used to pleasing his partner during sex, so that probably adds to his brat score as he tries to wrestle control away from you to make you feel good, too. Though, after a while, I think Husk realizes that he feels truly comfortable with you taking care of him (while calling him your pretty kitty) and won't brat as much.

- Alastor: since Alastor is canonical asexual, and I like to include this fact, I don't think he gets the same out of sex as non-asexual characters do. What I mean by this is that he isn't so interested in the physical sexual experience, but how sex can lead to many situations he isn't familiar with. I do think he finds those situations entertaining and thus finds enjoyment in them.

For example, in @/prince-liest fic Station 66.6, Now Playing: The Irreversible Ruination of Your Self-Respect (that I think everyone should read, really it's so good), introduced me to the concept of Alastor really like prey/predator play because he has some deer instincts in him. I really, really, really love that idea!

I think Alastor likes experiences like that, ones he isn't accustomed to. Especially when he you mix that with sex, something he usually has no interest in, but adds a neat layer to the whole thing.

Because of this, I also think he's somewhat of a brat. Mainly, he really wants to see what you will do to him if he says "no", will you force him? How will you force someone like him to do something he "doesn't" want to? I can see him as a sub who likes to make their dom work to get their submission, as it feeds into his massive ego.

- Velvette: she's so used to barking orders all day long that it can be hard to turn that aspect of her "off". So she can be quite bossy during sex. She doesn't really understand that you want to take it nice and slow tonight and will start demanding that you hurry it up as you eat her out.

She thinks she knows best, so she isn't shy in voicing her opinion when she thinks you're doing something too "slow" or "softly" or you're being a "tease". She absolutely hates being called a brat, too, and huffs and puffs and pouts when you call her one.

- Vox: I'm glad we can both agree that he's extremely bratty, lol. He definitely has this image in his head that he's some big shot dom, and probably doesn't even realize he's a sub until he meets you and you take him apart bit by bit. The only reason why I haven't placed him higher is because of how fast he crumbles when you have him underneath you. I wouldn't go into too much detail because I think you already nailed how Vox can turn into a dom, to a brat, to a squirming sub.

- Lute: I know you don't see her as a brat, but I definitely do. I see her as someone who can be pretty bossy in bed. I can also see her as someone who loves being "forced" into submission. She's a fighter! She wants to wrestle into you pin her to the bed and force your fingers into her cunt before shoving your fingers into her mouth to make her "taste her desperation".

I also thinks that she gets really embarrassed by sweet words, and thinks that you're just teasing her when you say she's your "adorable little angel", and thus isn't afraid to bite back at your words.

- Adam: I'm glad he's at the top of both of our lists lol. Yeah he's a terrible brat, and he doesn't really have the excuse of "wants to please you too" or "wants to be forced into submission" like other characters. He's just a brat! He wants all the pleasure for himself, and he wants it right now! I feel like the biggest struggle is actually getting him to try and please you. (Maybe you even have to lock him up in a cock cage to get him to behave - woah who said that?)

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Sorry, this is kinda half "tier rank of least to most bratty characters" and half "random smut headcanons I have". Also some of these characters got wayyyyy longer parts because I have!!! Lots of Thoughts!!! About them!!!

Anyway, I hope you like my tier list!!

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin smut #my post #my smut #oh shot i forgot Emily #i love Emily #she'll probably be around the Sir Pentious area

[dreamer-oriented-express-1]

My full Feyd-Rautha Smut Fic!

(Feyd-Rautha x Fem Reader!)

(I tried! I really did!)

(KINDA LONG/SHORT!)

Rating: R for…Sexuality, Sensuality, and fluff!

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You find yourself waking up in large bed which was draped in black sheets. Your vision is blurry for only a second as it starts to clear up. Looking over, you see a tall light skinned man standing by, looking squarely at you. You quickly sit up, feeling your heart start to race. “Are you going to kill me?”, You ask him, seeing a faint sly smirk form on his lips. “You would be already…”, He slowly stalks over to you. You can tell this man is forming some kind of plot inside that head of his. You swallow at his words. “You…saved me?”, He pauses as he tilts his head. “Only for one purpose…”, He’s more closer to you now as he kneels in front of you beside the bed. Your heart continues to race as you blink at him. “And what purpose is that?”, The man’s smirk grows even more.

“To call you mine…and in return, I’ll let you stay…”, He was offering you to stay but you had to give yourself to him in return. You scoot to the edge of the bed to get closer to him. “I don’t even know your name… “, The man takes your hand and kisses it. “Feyd-Rautha…at your command…”, You can’t help but smile at the sound of his name. “I’m Y/n…”, Feyd also smiles at the sound of your name. He leans in close to you. “Well miss Y/n…are you willing to have me?”, You can feel your heart flutter as you too lean into him. “If you’ll go easy on me…”, Feyd nods firmly. “Anything for you, miss Y/n…”,

He finally closes the gap between the two of you, feeling his soft plump lips press up against yours as you close your eyes to kiss him back. He crawls onto the bed to have himself hover over you as you felt the kiss was intensifying. The robes that he is wearing is taken off completely, as he has himself naked in front of you. He pulls away as he sits to admire you, tugging at the black sheer gown you’re wearing. He gives you a look, as if he was asking for permission. You could only nod as he gently slips off the gown, tossing it to the side. He takes a moment to look upon your body, noticing every curve and flaw that you had. “You’re perfect…”, he mutters, going back in to kiss you. You can feel his hands travel all over your body as you can’t help but have your hands travel on his body as well.

He moans upon your touch as you felt his hips moving into yours. He whispers into your ear, “I know you want this…just say the word…”, “Please…”, You whisper that back to him as he looks to you, smiling, baring his black teeth. He goes in again to kiss you back on your lips, comforting you with his kisses as you could feel his member being hard and swollen. In an instant, he pushes into you as you could the stretch of your walls. Your body tenses up from the sensation. Feyd takes notice as his smile widens. “Don’t worry…I promise this won’t hurt…”, He starts gently thrusting into you as you moan, along with Feyd moaning slightly as well. His free hand travels to your hair, taking hold of it as he pins you down, continuing in his thrusting. Your moans and his were becoming louder as he lowers his lips to your ear, whispering, “Cum for me my sweet…I know you’re almost there…”,

And he was right. A high sensation of an orgasm was brewing up inside you as your body tenses up at the intense pleasure he was giving you. Your moans exceeded his as you came, feeling Feyd orgasm too, his black dark matter spilling inside you and onto the bed sheets. After a moment, when everything calmed, Feyd comforted you with his kisses before pulling away, slipping his black robe back on as he gets up from the bed. He goes over, grabbing a black robe for you as well, tossing it to you. You catch it in time, taking a moment to see yourself and the “damage” he inflicted. Black dark matter of some kind stained your folds. You sigh at this as you slowly get up from the bed to slip on the robe. Feyd comes up to you, resting a hand on your cheek as he rests his forehead against yours. “Are you alright?”, He whispers to you. Your mind was racing but you were able to answer him with a nod. He nods back to you, lifting his head so he could straight at you. “Good…come with me…I need you to see something…”, He grabs a hold of your hand, pulling you alongside him as you follow him to a secret place of his.

You enter this room with multiple knives and blades hanging on the wall and different types of armor. Feyd points to the walls. “Choose…”, You smile to yourself as you walk over to this blade hanging on the wall with a delicate looking design on the handle. You take hold of it, showing it to Feyd. He walks over to take it from you, testing out the sharpness of it as he sticks out his tongue, running the tip of it. His eyes look upon the blade before looking back at you. “Perfect…”, He brushes a strand of your hair out of your face as he gestures to the door. “Go and get yourself cleaned up…I’ll be getting ready for my fight…don’t take too long…”, You could only nod to him, thinking of how his fight could possibly go as you make your way back to your room, his battle to show off his skills to you in sight...in a matter of time!

The END!

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[lipstickghoulie]

Ribbons of Blood

-Ascendant Astarion/fem!reader (smut, soft smut, restraints/tying up, blood drinking, very light assplay, PIV, creampie, dirty talk)-

It had taken you over an hour to use mage hand to move the silken ropes over your body, even with your considerable experience using the cantrip for non-lascivious purposes. Still, it was hard for you to guess at some of the knots when you couldn’t actually see them, such as when the ghostly apparition of the hand was fastening your wrists together at the small of your back, and as such, the whole experience was more frustrating and time consuming than you could have imagined. You persevered though, and managed to finish using mage hand to secure the last loop of rope just a few minutes before Astarion opened the bedroom door, flouncing into the room in a pique of temper without even looking at you at first.

“Gods, darling, you won’t believe how busy the tailor’s shop was when I stopped by to pick up our traveling cloaks. What’s even the point in being a vampire lord when-“

Astarion’s words cut off with a breathy exhalation as he must have spotted you, bent over the edge of the bed with your hands tied behind your back with a length of crimson rope and legs spread, clad only in a white lace pair of panties. You couldn’t see his facial expression but a delightful shiver ran down your spine at what hunger you imagined might be making its home in his eyes.

“And what did I do to deserve such a perfect… little… gift wrapped present?” Astarion’s voice was suddenly much closer as he drew closer to where you were displayed over the bed, testing out the strength of your bonds by yanking on them in between pauses. He must have been satisfied by how secure they were since he hummed and skated his fingertips over your shoulder blades instead.

You wiggled at the warm touch of his hands against your cold flesh for a moment (such a reversal from when you first met) but beyond that, you didn’t move or attempt to break free. Demurely as you could, you told him, “You’ve been so stressed out lately, what with the new Council of Four sniffing around and with the holidays in general, I thought you might appreciate a little stress relief..”

Astarion huffed out a laugh, his fingers trailing down to bolder territory as they moved down to the waistband of your underwear, feeling the lace as if inspecting their quality and certainly not because he was shifting the material around to rub against your clit and the swells of your ass, of course not.

“Is this an invitation to use you for stress relief, my sweet treasure?” Astarion asked lowly, rhetorically. He knew that was what you had surely intended by making yourself so helpless for him like this and it was clear by the rumbling heat in his voice that he liked the idea.

You nodded quickly, your chin scuffing against the lavishly embroidered and down filled blankets underneath you as your head signaled your enthusiasm. You realized that Astarion couldn’t exactly see your face well from this position though so you clarified, “Yes. I want you to use me however you’d like, in any way that you’d ever dreamed of. I’m yours.”

There was a thick, cryptic silence that stretched out between you as Astarion didn’t say anything in response, his fingers still pulling at your underwear lazily and intermittently making it brush up your clit when you least expected it, making you jolt even as you struggled to stay limp and patient. Your lover not speaking didn’t worry you like it might with others; you knew that he needed time to decide what he wanted out of this little game of yours. Besides, you trusted him. You trusted him enough to know that he would never do anything to hurt you, that he would stop immediately if you asked him to. You would have not brought this salacious idea to fruition (or agreed to spend eternity with him, really) if you didn’t trust Astarion more than you trusted yourself.

Almost agonizingly slowly, one of his hands crept underneath your panties but not to where you expected. His thumb delicately pushed its way between the pert cheeks of your rear. Your breath hitched as it circled the puckered ring of your anus as unhurried as molasses dripping, just pressing down on the hole but not going inside.

“Would you let me take my pleasure here, if I wanted to? Would you let me spear open your tight little ass on my cock?” Astarion murmured inquisitively, and while you thought you could hear a smile in his voice, you couldn’t say for certain.

The thought made you squirm, though it was both with arousal and trepidation. You’d never been fucked there before or experimented with anal play but with Astarion… you’d be open to it. You knew that he wouldn’t do anything that would harm you and besides, he probably was experienced enough to do it in a way that wasn’t uncomfortable. The sensation of him teasing over your asshole was strange but not bad strange, the kind of strange that made you wiggle a little like you were being tickled.

You confirmed levelly, “Yes. I meant it when I said you could make use of me in any way that you wanted, my love.”

“You really would, wouldn’t you?” Astarion said, amused and in awe, his fingers slipping back out of your underwear and skipping up the raised bumps of your spine instead. “You’d allow me to debauch every one of your holes like you’re nothing like a fuck doll made for my pleasure, you would permit me to greedily use you like a sodden cock sleeve even after everything else you’ve already given me.”

His words made a shiver drip down your spine that you were sure that he could feel under his fingertips. Yes. You would let him do anything he wanted to you and more. His statements felt like a test but that didn’t matter. You would encourage Astarion to act out any fantasy that he had ever fantasized about. Didn’t he deserve it? Didn’t he deserve everything you had to offer him and then some? After performing for hundreds of years and having to bring pleasure to so many others while his mind was miles away, shouldn’t his desires matter now? You’d do anything for him, let him consume you and destroy you, if it would make up for even a small fraction of the atrocities he had endured and soothe even a speck of Astarion’s worries.

You didn’t have time to answer before Astarion grasped your hips firmly and flipped you over so you were flat on your back against the bedding, taking you by surprise. You saw him for the first time since you started this conversation and what you saw in his face took your breath away as if it had been punched out of you. Astarion’s lips parted slightly as his tongue swept over them as he gazed upon the exposed planes of your body, his pupils dilated in a ravenous and intense need. More compelling than that though was how his facial expression was soft, loving, reverent in a way that bordered on fanaticism.

When his touch left your hips, you whined at the loss of any kind of contact between you but Astarion just chuckled, his fingers flying over the fastenings on his wonderfully tailored shirt to slip it from his shoulders. You watched eagerly, pressing your thighs together in your impatience as he worked leisurely at each layer of clothing until he had a pile of apparel off to the side of the rich, scarlet carpet by the bed. The way he carelessly threw aside fabric that cost hundreds of coins as if it was nothing but rags reminded you of how messy and cluttered his tent used to be during your travels and the thought made you shake your head in fond exasperation. Thank the gods that you had servants now or you feared that this place would be just as filthy and disorganized with how badly that he took care of things. It seemed like you were the exception and the only thing in his possession that he handled with a careful touch.

Now nude himself, Astarion’s hands returned to your body, coasting up your rib cage and thumbs petting over the underside of your breasts. You could see his erection jutting out already even though barely anything had happened yet, a few drops of precum welling up at the tip as if inviting you to swipe your tongue over it and savor the salty taste of his arousal. Your wrists, bound underneath you and digging just slightly into your lower back, reminded you that you couldn’t and you weren’t the one in control here.

Astarion dipped his hips forward and pressed his stiff dick against your panties, stroking it over your panties starting at the shape of your lower lips around the edges of lace and ending at your clit. You both groaned loudly, simultaneously; Astarion at feeling how drenched you are even through the cloth and you at how amazing even that brief moment of friction felt, your back arched off of the bed and gave your wrists a reprieve from your weight on them. Thankfully, the ropes were made from a gentle and almost ribbon-like material that didn’t seem to be abrading your flesh (or at least not yet).

“If I can truly use you how I want to, do whatever I wish with you, I’d like to make love to you the way that you deserve. The way that we both deserve,” Astarion said tenderly, peppering his words with caressing kisses across your collarbones as he continued rutting his cock against your covered pussy. Every torturously lazy grind against you just coaxed out more fluids to the point that you could feel your upper thighs getting coated by your own need. “You’ve given me so much, darling, even now. And I’d just like to take my time with you.”

You could barely think at all when his palms took the weight of your breasts on completely and squeezed, enjoying groping them and making them move to his liking. Still, you couldn’t help but smile as your heart melted a bit at Astarion’s sweet declaration. You hadn’t really been sure what to expect when you had offered yourself up like this, though you had been mentally prepared for your lover to satiate himself with you in any manner of ways, and he had surprised you anyways. Then his fingers went to your nipples, pulling them and watching them harden and stand out under his expert attentions, and suddenly your brain stopped working at all beyond experiencing pleasure.

Your eyes were drawn to the way your juices were already wetting his cock when Astarion pulled back, highlighting every glacial blue vein bordering his erection and making a whimper mewl off of your lips at just how badly you needed him, how badly it felt like you’d combust if he wasn’t inside of you soon. His mouth tilted down to cover yours, his tongue dancing over the tips of your fangs (something you were sure it would take you another decade at least to get used to, especially how they still made you lisp on certain words while you were unused to their new residency amongst your other teeth). You kissed him back desperately, as if you required him more than blood, than life itself.

“So eager, my delectable present,” Astarion muttered against your lips as he broke the kiss, his hands now working to slip your soaked underwear off instead of massaging and squeezing the plushness of your tits, throwing the scrap of lace somewhere in the direction of his own clothes. Your thighs opened easily for him to fit himself between them, brushing his cock head over the frill of your clit the while you shivered and remained helpless and mostly immobile beneath him.

Your chin was gripped, hard enough to get your attention but not enough to hurt, and yanked upwards to meet his red stare. They bored into you with an intensity that he usually reserved for finding the best place in his enemies’s backs to bury his blade. Astarion ordered you sternly, “Eyes up here, beautiful. I want you to look at me as I take you, I want you to be very aware of who is making you feel like this. Do you understand? Eyes on me.”

Without reservation you nodded, your head moving up and down as much as you could with his hand holding you somewhat in place.

That was all that he needed to continue and his hips tipped into yours with the pace of someone who had all the time in the world; you could feel every inch, every millimeter of his cock as your pussy strained to take him. You were so wet from your grinding session that he didn’t have to struggle that much to bully into your tight, hot channel but still, even he had to freeze for a moment to take a shaky breath when you clenched around his girth when he was only situated halfway into your slit. Soon enough though, he was deep inside of you, down to the root of him, and it felt like being home. It felt like being complete, like your whole life had been leading to this moment of you being underneath the love of your life as he made room for himself in your cunt the same way that he had in your heart. The bright, energetic note of bergamot that always seemed to overpower the other notes of the perfume that he wore by the end of the day, maybe amped by Astarion’s skin chemistry now that it could warm like anyone else’s. It settled into your senses, like a comforting blanket at the end of a long day.

He seemed to relish the way your eyes widened and mouth went slack when he started moving in earnest. Astarion had always been so calm and controlled every time you two were intimate but now, with you restrained, it seemed like it had opened a door mentally for him because his demeanor was starting to go in a different direction this time. His nose was brushing up against yours on every thrust, eyes burning into yours feverishly, hands framing your face and brushing your already sweat-sticky strands of hair away from your cheeks and neck. Astarion seemed uncaring about his own silvery curls clinging to his forehead already as he sweated his pomade off. The world had narrowed to just the two of you as you shuddered and moaned with every undulation of those svelte hips into you.

“You feel so good, so tight,” Astarion groaned, voice breaking, “Such a selfless gift for me, such a perfect, sweet bride…”

Something about the angle of his cock battering into your walls and the praise he’s doling out combined to make your orgasm approach at a gallop, your stomach tensing in preparation for your inevitable ruin. “Astarion, please, I’m going to cum!”

You weren’t exactly sure what you were asking for when you said ‘please’ but Astarion seemed to understand better than you did. He stopped his frantic eye contact and grabbed the back of your head, pressing your sharp teeth against the beckoning curve of his throat. “Drink, love, let me fill you in every way that I can,” He purred sensuously, though the way that his fingers trembled as they buried themselves in your hair showed that he was just as affected as you were.

You knew that other vampires didn’t let others feed from them like he did with you, even with the little that you knew of vampire lore. What this meant, exactly, you weren’t certain but you were grateful. Even a sip of his blood seemed to sustain you for weeks over even the freshest human blood, seemed to make you faster and more quick witted than ever before. His blood was his own kind of gift and one that Astarion seemed to give freely to you, especially during sex. It even seemed to turn him on, excite him, guiding you to leave your mark over the one that Cazador had imprinted on him all of those hundreds of years ago as if you could overwrite it with one made with love and respect instead of fear.

You tensed your jaw over his flesh and sunk your fangs into Astarion with a nearly inaudible snikt noise. The whine he let go at your bite was extremely loud and utterly depraved, the sound only adding fuel to the fires of your desperation. Even with Astarion moving your head for you, the feeding was sloppy and it was hard for you to latch onto the vein especially with the staccato pounding of his cock into your wet, gripping pussy. You got a few decent mouthfuls of his blood before it started pooling and drooled from the corners of your mouth. That was enough to aid you into your orgasm though, jerking and clawing at the bed underneath your pinned hands, the sheer pleasure blanking your mind but making your delirious cunt soak his pistoning dick. Still, you kept feeding, swallowing down every drop that you could even through your release, mindless in your hunger. The sweet, metallic tang of Astarion’s blood, so much like the flavor of the gelatin candies he favored these days from Cormyr, coated your tongue so deliciously that he couldn’t even resist having a taste. Astarion pulled your hair at the nape of your neck to pull you away from the sugary ambrosia of his neck, it made you hiss at the light yank but any sting was soothed when his mouth swept across yours.

Your tongues slipped against each other as if they were vines entangling and trapping, Astarion savoring the fluid slip of his blood mixed with your saliva. Then you could feel the pulsing of his cock inside of you, your still shaky walls squeezing out spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside of you as he rasped a broken exclamation of your name and the word “fuck” against your lips. His body made a few more languid, half-hearted rolls against yours as his dick softened and relaxed. Finally, he reached down to help his length escape your now flooded, stretched hole, giggling a bit breathlessly as he saw the mess that he had made of you.

The next order of business was freeing you from the bonds that you had created; Astarion making quick work of undoing loops and knots. You noted wryly that it had taken him seconds to unfasten what had taken you over an hour to get set up in the first place. Astarion rubbed over your wrists as if trying to make sure that your circulation was fine and that your arms hadn’t fallen asleep. You, quite frankly, were enjoying the attention so you didn’t remind him that your circulatory system didn’t really work like that any more and that you were fine. What was the harm in him fussing over you?

After a few moments of the two of you taking deep breaths (also not really necessary in the reality of things but something you both did out of habit to calm down) and swallowing down any more lingering traces of Astarion’s powerful blood, he laid a loving, chaste kiss on the knobs of bone in your palms near where you had tied the knots of your restraints. The move was rather innocent considering that you had a pool of several different types of bodily fluids from both of you pooling underneath your sweaty and exhausted frame.

“That really was sweet of you, my love,” Astarion mumbled with a content sigh. “You may trust me a little bit too much but I can’t complain when it nets me wonderful rewards. And you are, as always, the best form of stress relief that a man could dream of. Is there something I could do for you in return?”

You were tempted to just say no and that you already got rewarded as well but… closed mouths don’t get fed, as the saying goes. And you definitely had an idea for something you wanted to try.

Batting your eyelashes at him coquettishly, you cooed, “I wouldn’t mind if you were the one tied up next time. So handsome and completely at my mercy… that sounds like a reward befitting your consort, don’t you agree?”

You could practically see Astarion’s pointed ears prick up in interest, even as they flushed a light pink at the concept. “That it does,” he crooned back darkly, capturing your lips in another heated, passionate kiss. Oh, this was going to be another interesting week in the Crimson Palace and you couldn’t wait for your prize.

#astarion smut #ascendant astarion #ascended astarion #ascendant Astarion smut #astarion x female reader #astarion bg3 #my writing #my fics #my fanfiction #my fanfic writing #my smut

[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

Hypnovember Day 11: IQ Reduced

“I see bimbofication and IQ reduction are on your list of hard limits, is that right?”

The buxom blonde nodded gratefully.

“And that makes sense. You’re clearly very intelligent, and you’ve probably had to struggle to get taken seriously. What bullshit! Nothing and no one can take that away from you.” Strong fingers gripped her chin, moved her face, directed her eyes. “Not even my hypnosis. If focusing on this pocket watch slows down your thoughts, it’s not as if it’s making you dumber. You’re still whip-smart, of course; you’re just letting your thoughts rest, is all.”

She nodded again, slower this time.

“And the more you watch and the more it pulls you under, the more your thoughts can recede. They can quiet. It feels so nice, doesn’t it, to let them be still? Your brain works so hard, it deserves a rest. So just let yourself drift, pretty girl.”

A slight smile crossed her lips as her eyes fluttered.

“And you’re at a hypnokink event so some part of you finds all this sexy, right? Me, talking softly; you, watching my watch and letting yourself be drawn in. It’s okay to let those feelings blossom inside you; it’s okay if you’re feeling turned on right now, and if those feelings grow the more you notice them.”

Almost imperceptibly, she squirmed in her seat.

“And that’s the thing about arousal is that it grows exponentially. Someone as smart as you understands that concept instinctively, don’t you? It’s not just a gradual climb; it’s doubling and redoubling, it’s the hum of pleasure in your body expanding almost faster than you can comprehend.”

A soft moan escaped her lips.

“And if that pleasure thrumming through captures every last bit of your focus, there isn’t much room left for all those big, important thoughts, is there?

There was a slight furrow in her brow, as if she struggled to understand something, even as her hips rocked against the chair.

“That’s right. The white-hot pleasure in your body crowding out all those thoughts, all that intellect. It’s still there, of course, but who needs to think when there’s that much pleasure, when it feels this fucking good just to listen, and follow, and feel, and obey?”

She moaned again, louder and more wanton.

“That’s right, every thought in your pretty little head shoved aside to make room for that pleasure, building and building, throbbing through your whole body. I bet you couldn’t even form a full sentence right now, could you? If you tried, your cunt would just throb and distract you, and why bother with full sentences right now when you can tell me in simple words what you want.

Voice tight and trembling, she gasped out: “So… good. Want… more. Fuck… me.”

“There’s my sweet, empty-headed girl. That can be arranged.”

#smut #my smut #hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #i'm not into bimbofication or iq play #but it's like 20º off from concepts that i really enjoy #a mystery and a connundrum #sol's hypnovember 2023

[drxppingrxses]

Kiss me like you're trying to steal the breath from my lungs. Touch me like tomorrow doesn't exist, make me squirm and writher under your touch...

Talk to me like I'm the only one you crave and want, making goosebumps form along my skin. Love me like you've loved nobody else before...

I want all of you, your thoughts, your cravings, your darkness. Give me all of it.

#sapphic yearning #lesbian nsft #wlw nsft #lesbian #sapphic nsft #nsft lesbian #wlw #my smut

[carmyboobear]

let me love on you

Rating: Explicit (5.4k)

Summary: carmy makes you come once with each: his fingers, his mouth, and then his cock. That's it. That's the summary

Tags: smut, porn with NO PLOT, established relationship, fingering, squirting, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, soft dom carmy, multiple orgasms, slow sex, sprinkling of praise kink, general sappiness

a/n: HIII this is just filth… first time smut posting yay!!! Also fun fact this doc is called “PUSSY EATING CHAMPION!!!!!” hope you enjoy this indulgence!!

You swear to him that you’ve nothing but innocent thoughts when he pulls you into his side. He’s just so warm, heat thrumming under his skin. It would’ve been impossible not to melt into him. Resisting is a futile effort. Besides, it’s not your fault that he has these gentle, long-lashed eyes, and when you stare at them, you have to kiss him. There’s little choice in the matter.

But maybe—just maybe—you’re the one that snakes your hands into his hair. Maybe you’re the one that curls your fingers and tugs, not too gentle, not too rough—just right. 

“Missed you today,” he whispers against your lips. He’s starting to press you against the cushions, but you don’t care. You like it when he’s on top of you. 

“Saw you this morning,” you tease, but with the way his callused hands are up your shirt, it comes out breathless. 

“Yeah,” Carmy acknowledges, “I know. Still.”

“Mm.” You can’t help the smile on your face. “Missed you too,” you admit, and you feel him smile back against your lips. 

“Stop smiling so much, I can’t kiss you,” he says through a laugh. He’s pulled back, so you can see the grin still overtaking his face. 

“You first,” you challenge, and he shakes his head with another short chuckle, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You laugh, too—you can’t help it, not after hearing his wonderful little laugh. You lean your head against his hair, freshly washed and soft. It smells like his shitty old spice shampoo you’ve been begging for him to replace, but you don’t mind the smell so much. Although today, it smells a little bit like a new conditioner of sorts. 

You’re about to ask him if he’s starting using a different conditioner, but then he’s pressing kisses to the side of your neck.  

“Wanted you so bad at work today,” he murmurs against your skin. His hands are roaming down now, playing with the edge of your waistband. “Kept thinking about you like this.”

“Like what?” You breathe out. It’s hard to think when he’s sucking hickeys into the tender skin of your throat. 

“Like this,” he says again, and his left hand snakes down the front of your pants. You bite your bottom lip as you feel his fingertips grazing over your clothed pussy. “Under me, letting me touch you…”

“Must’ve been distracting,” you say, trying to tease, but it comes out far too breathless to hold any weight. 

“So distracting,” he agrees. “Thought about you so much I had to take care of it.”

“You—” You imagine Carmy, locked in the bathroom fisting his cock, and arousal throbs in your gut. “Fuck, really?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles. His cheeks are red, and heat flares through you. 

“Touch me,” you plead, suddenly filled with an urgent impatience.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers, dutiful and giving, and his fingers tug your underwear to the side. You let out what feels like a sigh of relief when you feel his fingers pressed against your folds. 

He doesn’t waste any time in rubbing your clit in the way he knows you like, a mix of slow circles and side to side. As he is with all things he cares about, he is efficient, excellent, and this is no exception. Your clit quickly hardens under his persistent touch. With each movement of his fingers, he drags little breaths out of you. 

“Good girl, getting wet for me,” Carmy murmurs against the tender skin of your neck. Two fingers press against your entrance, dipping into the leaking wetness. He rubs the pads of his fingers there to coax you further open, to get you wetter. 

You tuck your face into his neck and wrap your arms over his shoulders. You whimper at the sweet pleasure of his newly slicked fingers drag up your clit. Wetness quickly covers your clit, and it slides easily under his touch, making you shiver.

“Carmy,” you breathe. You’re unraveling, and the both of you know it. His fingers are insistent, taking what it wants from you. God, how you’ve thought about him like this—his broad, tattooed hands shoved down the front of your pants to tease your clit. 

“You like this?” He asks, a bit breathless. His breath is warm on your skin. “You like me?”

“Like you so much,” you get out between moans, and between the noise he makes at that and the growing bulge you’re seated on, you suspect that he likes you, too. 

“You want my fingers?” His voice is low, close in your ear. His lips move from your neck to the side of your head, pressing little kisses there. Each kiss makes you shiver. 

“I do, I want it,” you murmur, hips bucking when his fingers touch your clit in that way he knows makes you react. 

“Then look at me,” he says, and it’s a command.

Reluctantly, you untuck your warm face from his neck. His blue are dark, his pupils blown with arousal, looking at you with a deep hunger. His gaze is strong, unwavering in the way it grabs you. He has always been rather beautiful, you think, but he especially is now with his curly hair falling into his face, expression hungry.

You feel his roaming fingers sliding between your folds before nudging at your entrance. Your entrance pulses once, needy, and he makes a low, pleased noise.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he says quietly, drinking in your expression, and he pushes his two fingers into you.

“A-Ah—“ You bite back a moan, digging your teeth into your lower lip. Your eyes flicker away nervously, but return with Carmy’s soft words.

“Eyes on me,” he commands, gentle yet insistent. You struggle to with the way his two wide fingers gradually stretch you, and with how they just keep going. You guess they’re longer than yours.

“C-Carm,” you whimper, looking at his shakily through wet eyelashes. “Please.”

He smiles at you then, a warm and tender thing. It’s so full of affection it almost makes you want to look away, but you don’t, basking in it.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, and he presses his lips against yours. 

His mouth is urgent, almost as if he’s trying to map the feeling of your mouth with his. You reciprocate, rolling your tongue against his, and that’s when you feel him go down to the last knuckle. His fingers are nestled into you now, and your hole sucks at him once, twice.

You moan quietly against his lips, your hole suckling at his fingers nestled deep inside you. He makes a delighted noise of pleasure back, curling his fingers in you and gently stroking your walls. The pads of his fingers drag slowly across your squishy, wet walls, feeling slowly.

But then his thumb is at your clit, rubbing it from side to side, and you feel as if you’re finally unraveling.

“God, fuck,” you gasp against his lips, desperate for a chance to catch your breath, but you can’t. Not with the way he’s thumbing at your clit and rutting his deep fingers in you.

“Good girl, taking me so well,” he pants against your lips. “You’re so hot inside.” You let out a quiet, needy whine at his words, unable to say anything with the feeling of his fingers deep inside you.

Carmy keeps you here for a while, just fingering you and thumbing at your clit. Your composure is deteriorating quickly, unable to do anything but pant into his mouth. His fingers are so curious, so dutiful in the way he rubs you everywhere. You’re oozing onto his fingers, dripping down them and smearing onto his palm. 

“I wann’ come, Carm, please,” you beg, pulling back from his hungry kisses to hide your face again in his neck. “Feels good, s-so close.” 

“I’ve got you, baby, I got you,” he whispers. “But I wanna see your face when you cum.”

You clench around his fingers. Hard.

“O-Okay,” you stammer, reluctantly leaning back. His half-lidded eyes are taking you in, so hungry it’s making you want to look away, but another part of you drinks his expression in with delight.

“You like the sound of that?” His fingers are moving again, and this time, they’re quick, brutal. In and out, in and out, they thrust, and the way his fingers slide against your walls is making you tremble.

“Yeah,” you moan, because that’s all you can manage to get out.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Carmy says softly, like it’s a travesty, like it’s a gift from above. His other hand cradles your face, thumb stroking your cheek. It’s an unbearably soft gesture, especially compared to the other one pounding your pussy. The repetitive sound of his insistent fingers is wet and slick. The volume of it would typically embarrass you, but so you’re close you don’t even care.

“Oh god, I’m, I’m gonn’ come,” you gasp, legs beginning to tremble. The pressure, the tension coiling in your stomach is so tight it’s almost scary. Your legs tremble around him.

“I’ve got you,” he says again, as if sending your twinge of nerves. “I’m right here, so come on my fingers for me, okay?”

“Fuck me, Carmy, I—I—“ you moan, eyes momentarily squeezing shut as the heat crescendos, rising and rising and his fingers thrusting and rubbing and thrusting until—

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, and you’re gushing all over his fingers. 

You shakily keep your blurry vision on him, tears beading in the corner of your eyes as you come. Your whole body seizes with the effort, your hole sucking tight at his fingers which stroke you through your clenching orgasm. He leaves no part of you untouched, clit throbbing under his circling thumb. Carmy is nothing but dedicated and thorough.

Through the midst of your peaking orgasm, a sudden surge of wetness gushes out of you.

“Shit,” you gasp, a mixture of panic and arousal. You want to say something apologetic with the way you’re drenching his hand, but the pleasure is so immense you can’t form the words. 

Surprise flashes across his face, and his hand in your pants pauses. But the pause is brief, and then he keeps going, going, going. 

“Fuck, does it feel that good, beautiful?” Carmy murmurs. He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you, and maybe he does. You wouldn’t mind. 

“Mhm,” you affirm distantly, gradually riding the slowing waves of your pleasure. You’re shameless rutting into his hand, rubbing your pussy raw against his skin. The squirting was intense but brief, now tapering off into little spurts in his palm. 

He holds you there for a little while longer, stretching out your orgasm like a melty string of caramel. You’re panting, eyes fluttered shut as you catch your breath. He keeps his two fingers inside you until you stop squeezing around him. 

“Sorry for the mess,” you mumble, exhausted from how hard you came. You’re coming back to reality now, and you’re registering how wet the front of your jeans feel. “Did I get anything on the couch?”

“Don’t apologize. It was hot,” Carmy replies, and his honesty makes your chest feel warm. He looks down, checking the couch cushions before continuing. “I don’t see anything. I think your jeans got the worst of it.”

“No, I think that would go to your hand,” you laugh, a bit strangled with embarrassment. He just grins, unabashed in his pleased, almost smug expression. 

“Guess we’ll see.” That’s when you feel him removing his fingers, sliding out of you and your pants. He wasn’t wrong—you definitely do see it.

You’ve spent more time than you’d like to admit staring at his hands. His handsome hands, littered with faint burns and scars from over the years. One of your favorite things about his hands, though, is his tattoos.

A tattoo of a knife stabbing a hand sits on the back of his right hand, and SOU is written on his first three fingers on his left hand. Those are the letters you see staring back at you, glistening under your fluids that coat his fingers. 

“Um,” you start, but you don’t say anything else. Your ears feel hot. Your throat feels dry. Carmy’s staring at his fingers, and they’re shiny under the light. Very shiny. You can see thin rivulets trailing down his forearm, too. Fuck.

Without saying anything, his tongue drags up the fluid dripping down his arm. 

He does this once, twice before licking up his palm. His tongue travels up his fingers before sucking them into his mouth, eyes fluttered shut like it’s honey. You can’t look away, not even when he opens his eyes again, staring right back as you as he sucks your come off his fingers. 

When he drags his fingers out with a quiet pop, they’re completely clean.

“Can I take your pants off?” Carmy asks first before you can say anything. His voice is a little hoarse. 

“Please,” you whisper. You can feel yourself getting hot again. 

You both struggle with your wet jeans, the fabric uncooperative, but he manages to get it off of you. Your underwear is completely soaked, and it’s almost laughable how easily he yanks it off. He throws it somewhere to be found later.

“Mm, you look so fucking good,” Carmy mumbles, eyes glued to your pussy, and you swear you can feel the weight of his gaze on you. His praise sends heat up your chest and across your face, ending at the tips of your ears. 

“You gonn’ fuck me?” You ask, spreading your legs wide for him. He makes a noise of approval. 

“Yeah,” he says, “but not yet.”

You’re confused, but only for a moment. It clicks together when he gets off the couch and moves to the floor to sit. Then, he hooks his arms under your legs and hoists them over his shoulders. With your thighs bracketing his head, his hands grip them to spread them again.

“Oh,” you whisper, realizing. 

“After you come again on my mouth, I’ll fuck you,” Carmy promises. Seeing him between your legs like this is already reigniting your arousal. His curls are soft against your skin, a little ticklish even. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh. 

“But what about you?” You ask. You bring your hand to his cheek, and his eyes flutter shut as he leans into your touch. “I wanna make you feel good too…”

“It makes me feel good to make you feel good, baby,” Carmy murmurs against your palm. “Don’t worry about me. I can’t wait to be inside you, but I need to taste your pussy first. Okay?” 

“Yeah, okay,” you repeat quickly. The heat in your stomach is growing, squirming as his eyes stare at you. 

“Good girl,” he praises lowly, licking his lips, and you have to hold back a groan. The things this man does to you.

“You really made a mess of yourself, y’know.” He drags his tongue up your inner thigh, licking up the slick that dripped down from earlier. “Drenched my fuckin’ hand.”

“I, I don’t remember the last time I’ve, uh, squirted like that,” you mumble back, because you don’t know what else to say. His tongue rolls over the junction where your inner thigh meets your crotch, and you can’t think. 

“Wanna make you do it again,” he confesses like a dark secret. Sucks a mark on the soft inside of your thigh. “Think you could squirt on my cock?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” you groan, flustered by his words. He won’t stop kissing you down there. “M-Maybe?”

“I wanna see it, not just feel it.” You feel his hot breath ghost over your pussy, and you look down at him to see his eyes glued to it. “Need to see your pussy come next time, see how wet it can get.”

“Carmy, oh my god,” you groan, embarrassment white hot on your cheeks. “Sh, shut up…”

“I can do that,” he murmurs, devilish, and he sucks your cunt into his mouth.

“Ah,” you gasp, sounding like the air got punched out of you. The sight of his lips molded to the curve of your pussy is way too much, so much that you have to look away. It’s enough to feel the wet heat of his mouth enveloping you. 

He sucks, and then licks you as he keeps you in his mouth. You throw your head back, panting as his tongue weaves between your folds, pulling the remnants of your previous orgasm into his mouth. He’s also making these little pleased noises, like he’s delighted with the way you taste. 

He pulls back, mouth separating from your cunt with a wet noise. Pants over your pussy as you feel his fingers part your folds. Goes back in, nose buried in your pussy as his tongue buries itself in your hole. 

“Came so much for me,” he pants, retreating for just a second before going back in. His tongue is shameless, stubborn in the way it pushes into your hole. It’s times like this you remember how strangely long his tongue is. It swirls at your rim, pulling in and out to drag your slick out of you. 

“You’re gonn’ kill me, Carm,” you whine, a little delirious with how his tongue feels inside of you. He doesn’t quite respond, just making a low noise of approval you can feel against your pussy. 

One way to get him to shut up is to get him between your legs. He acts starved when he gets like this, focused on nothing else except your pussy like a goddamn animal. You’ve never had anyone go down on you like he does. He takes and takes and takes, licking endlessly into you. 

There’s a part of you that notes the feeling of wetness dripping out of you, but you’re not sure if it’s come or spit. Probably both, but you quickly forget about it. Carmy sucks once on your hole, an incredibly loud and messy noise, and does it again when he hears you whine.

“You taste so fucking good baby, you got no idea,” Carmy moans, sounding almost dizzy. He’s come up for air, hot breath ghosting over the skin of your thighs. You feel a little dizzy too, but in a different way. “You should see yourself. God.” He drags a finger through your thick wetness. 

“I should be the one saying that,” you argue breathily, an incredibly strangled sound. His pretty pink lips are glossed heavily with slick. It doesn’t just coat his mouth, instead also smeared on nearly the entire lower half of his face. Messy eater, you think hazily to yourself, the thought so potent you feel yourself throb. 

Carmy doesn’t respond, just smiles knowingly and gets back to work. 

He keeps you on the edge for a while, purposefully avoiding your clit to lap at you, slurp at your entrance. He goes from sealing his mouth where you’re leaking to languidly rolling his tongue against your pussy, squishing your folds under it. You’re really, really not sure how much more you can take of this. You swear you’re about to explode, between the wet sounds of his mouth on your pussy or his little, pleased moans. He can’t keep doing this, keeping you right at the edge like this—

Suddenly, his lips wrap gently around your swollen clit, and then, he sucks.

You can’t really register the noise that rips itself from your throat, but you do grip his hair with a desperate urgency, all in a plea to keep him there. He lets out a sharp moan when your fingers curl into his hair, and it vibrates deliciously around your clit. 

“Please, please,” you beg, even though his mouth remains at your clit, sucking dutifully. You’re not sure what you’re exactly asking for, but you know you need him. 

Carmy’s face is pressed deep into your pussy. With his lips sucking at the base of your clit, your folds bracket his chin. You’re throbbing, and you wonder if he can feel it. You’re close, very close. 

He definitely knows this, because he sucks your clit in a brutal, quick rhythm, and you’re done for.

There’s the sound of someone crying, and it takes a second too long for you to realize that that’s coming out of your mouth. Tears bead at the corner of your eyes, squeezed shut at the force of your orgasm. When Carmy feels you throb in his mouth, the suction grows gentle. He pulls back, but only for a second. He guides you, and he keeps your clit suckled carefully between his lips. 

Liquid drips out of you again, trailing out of your hole. With Carmy’s face still shoved into you pussy like this, it dribbles down his chin, down the front of his shirt. This time, you don’t care, fists tight in his hair to keep him there. As your grip tightens, you distantly register Carmy sharply moaning, almost as if he’s coming himself. You didn’t think you saw him touching himself, but maybe he was, with the way he sounds. 

You lay there with your eyes closed a little bit, drifting with the feeling. Carmy’s finally peeled his mouth off of you, leaving you to throb and drip in the open air. He always does this to you, that bastard. Wrings you out, sucks your soul out of your pussy and leaves you withered on the sheets. He’s always had an appetite, to say the least. 

When you open your eyes and look down, you see Carmy resting his cheek on your inner thigh. He meets your gaze, and his cheeks have a beautiful flush to them. 

“I saw it, this time,” he says. 

“Huh?” You react, instinctively, and then you remember. The sight of fluid dripping off Carmy’s chin, his tank top so drenched its transparent on his chest—it makes you realize. It must show in your face, because Carmy’s grinning, a small, yet proud thing. His lips are even more glossy than before. “Stop that,” you protest, but there’s no heat behind it. You’re too tired. 

“Stop what?” He responds, playful. He’s still smiling, though. He knows, so you roll your eyes. 

“Were you touching yourself?” You ask instead.

“No,” he admits, and your eyebrows raise. “Got close, though.” 

“Mm.” Wow, you think. The thought of him almost coming, completely untouched, gasping against your spasming cunt—it renders you speechless. “Let me see you,” you say, finally. “I need a minute. But…in the mean time…”

And because he’s Carmy, of course he gets a little embarrassed. You recognize it in the way he looks to the side, at you, and then to the side again before unbuttoning his jeans. 

If you hadn’t just came so hard you saw the pearly gates, the sight of him would’ve gotten you wet. Not to say that you don’t still enjoy it, though. As Carmy shimmies out of his jeans, you zone in on the wet spot on the front of his boxers. His boxers are so tented it looks painful. 

Well, maybe not quite as painful as how hard he is. 

It’s as if you had him in your mouth. His tip is flushed, reddened by nothing except eating you out. It’s dribbling with pre-come. You think you’re drooling. You’ve seen longer cocks, but you haven’t seen any quite as thick. His cock is heavy, and your gaze traces the vein on the underside of it. 

“I want you,” you say, before he can protest. He maintains this bad habit of dealing with his arousal himself after he’s wrung you out. You understand why—he can’t bear to ask much of you, not when he gets self-conscious. But, shit, you want him. You always want him, even if he doesn’t want himself. 

“You’re sure?” he asks, positioning himself above you. He’s so careful, even when you can hear the thinly-veiled arousal just behind it. 

“I’ll need a minute or two,” you elaborate, “but. Yeah.” You smile at him then, and although you mean for it to be more sweet, it’s definitely more salacious. “I want you to fuck me,” you whisper, spreading your legs for him. You snake a hand down to your pussy and spread your lips wide. You clench your hole, too, because you know he’s looking. 

Carmy doesn’t respond for a moment. His eyes are elsewhere, and it makes your smile widen. 

“Goddamn,” he mutters, mostly to himself. His eyes look back up towards you, blue reflected against brown. “You’re just…”

“Just what?” You run your tongue over your lips. 

“You’re way too fuckin’ hot,” he mumbles, like it’s sacrilege. He positions himself over you then, cock resting against the warmth of your pussy. He feels heavy against you and is equally as hot. His eyes flutter shut for a moment, soaking you in. “Shit…”

“Not yet,” you remind him in a whisper. His eyes flutter open again, half-lidded. “Kiss me for a bit instead?”

You barely even had to ask. 

Because he’s so lovely, he kisses you. His lips are hot and wet from eating you out, and you taste yourself on him. Your head is distant after coming viciously twice in a row, and you ride the wave of Carmy’s tongue in your mouth, slow and sweet. And all the while, his hard cock rests heavy against the folds of your hot pussy. It feels like a dream.

You can tell the arousal is getting to his head. Rather, it’s already gotten to his head. His kisses started sweet, slow, but he’s getting hungrier, unable to resist. 

“I’m not gonna last,” he admits, panting against your lips. You pull back to stare into his dark eyes, pupils blown with arousal. 

“That’s okay, I just wanna make you feel good.” You laugh breathlessly. You love seeing him all worked up like this. “Fuck me, Carmy… I’m ready for you.”

“When you say it like that…” Carmy’s amused smile poorly veils his arousal. 

He rubs his flushed head at your sensitive clit, grinding on it, tapping it. You keen, thighs twitching from the little jolts of pleasure. Then he drags himself down, tip of his cock nestled as your entrance, and he pushes in. 

The both of you let out a shaky exhale when the head pops in. Carmy’s panting into the crook of your neck, breaths hot and heavy. 

“Takin’ me so well,” he murmurs. “Fuckin’...shit…” He pushes in further, dragging slowly along your tight, wet walls. 

“Carmy,” you moan sweetly, arms linked around his neck to keep him close. “You feel so good inside me…” You let out a muffled moan into his shoulder when he bottoms out. He fills you up just right, the perfect amount of stretch…

“Dirty girl, fuckin’ squeezing around me like this…” He’s stopped moving, stilling in your contracting pussy. There’s beads of sweat in his hairline. “Fffuck…”

“Don’t you wanna come?” You whisper, and you grind down on his cock, making him moan into your neck. You trail a hand down to trace your stretched lips molded to the shape of his cock. Wetness gathers on your fingertips, and you drag it up to your exposed clit. It’s all so slippery, nothing left untouched.

“Not yet…I wanna at least fuck you a little.” This makes the both of you laugh. 

“Just use me, Carm,” you plead. “However you want.”

This makes Carmy untuck his face from your neck. His expression is nigh indescribable, a mix of animalistic, horny, and eager. 

“However I want?” He echoes back, quietly. 

“However you want,” you repeat, and warmth swells in your gut. As if you couldn’t be more turned on than you already are. 

You’re not sure what you expect from him after that. Part of you expects him to start ramming into you, skin slapping hard against skin. To fuck you so hard that you can barely breathe. To grab at your hips to slam you back down when he fucks forward. It…wouldn’t be the first time. 

So, you admit that when he does the opposite, you’re a bit surprised. 

He drags his cock out slowly, so slowly. It’s almost torture, the way he’s pulling back inch by inch. It forces you to feel every ridge of his cock, every vein and curve against the length of your walls. Your eyes flutter shut, heat surging through you in a new way. 

“Oh my god,” you mumble under your breath. His head is just about to pop out when he pushes back in again, slowly…

“You’re perfect,” Carmy moans. “Fuck, you’re so good…” His cock resheathes itself in you gradually. The slowness of it forces you to really feel how he carefully fills you up to the brim, really feeling the shape of his swollen head inside of you…

After he’s done this two more times, that’s when you realize exactly what he’s doing. 

He’s luxuriating in the feeling of you, taking in everything you can give him. He’s indulging in you like a sin. He’s taking his time to relish in every sensation, every little feeling, every little part of you that he loves. There’s no rush to orgasm, no hurry to finish, only taking the time to let the pleasure permeate fully through the both of you.

Emotion swells in your chest. 

“I love you, Carmy,” you moan all of a sudden. This slow fucking has you feeling a whole new type of crazy. You’ve never felt his cock like this before. 

“Baby,” he whispers. “I love you so much.” Fuck, he’s pushing in again. You just can’t catch a break. 

“Kiss me,” you whimper, and he obliges immediately. 

Although you wanted to kiss him, you’re having a time of it. With this slow fucking, the pleasure’s creeping up on you, and you can’t stop moaning against his lips. He patiently kisses you through it, although it helps that he’s somewhat the same. 

“I’m close,” Carmy moans, verging on a whine. “Can’t take much more…”

“I, I can’t either,” you stutter. The sneaking pleasure is swelling inside of you like a balloon, straining, about to burst. His even thrusts have become hastier, a bit jagged, but still slow. 

“Wanna feel you come on my cock,” he pleads. He’s pressing kisses to the corner of your mouth, your neck. “Then I’ll come inside you…please, baby…”

His fingers are messily rubbing your slippery clit from side to side, and that’s all that it takes for you to come. 

“I—I—oh my god—” You let out a high-pitched, wrecked noise as you come tight around his cock, pussy pulsing. Sharp pleasure tightens your body like a bow. You throw your head back, mouth open in a silent scream. He slowly fucks your contracting pussy through it, but not for long. 

“Fucking—shit—” Carmy moans beautifully as he comes, face tucked into your neck. His ragged moans are nestled right next to your ear, letting you hear every little breath and whine he fails to swallow. You feel him pulse inside you, filling you…

After three destructive orgasms, you’re on the verge of falling asleep on the couch. It doesn’t matter that Carmy’s softened cock is still inside of you, either. You’re exhausted.

“Baby,” Carmy murmurs. He’s spooning you, holding you in his arms. He kisses the side of your face, lips dragging tiredly. “We gotta get up.”

“Mmgh,” you grunt back. You’ve both been cuddling on the couch for a while now, but you still don’t wanna get up. 

“Baby,” he tries again, amusement coloring his voice. 

“How about you come three times and see how you feel after that,” you mumble, and that gets a laugh out of him. 

“That’s fair.” He moves carefully, gently slipping of you. The change in pressure makes you sigh, especially feeling him drip out of you. “C’mon. I’ll carry you to the bathroom.”

“Okay,” you mumble, begrudgingly moving to sit up. He scoops you, one hand behind your back and the other tucked behind your knees. The angle makes his cum drip out of you more. You squeeze your hand between your legs, sealing your hand against your pussy. 

“Maybe next time we’ll make it four,” he teases, and you slap a hand against his chest, making him smile mischievously.

“Maybe next time I’ll wreck you instead,” you say, leaning your head against his chest. You hear his low laugh right against your ear, and you smile. 

I love him, you think again, and you close your eyes. 

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[anal-queen-waifu]

Afterparty

It's late, we're in the car, he's driving us home from our friends' wedding. I admire his hands, one on the steering wheel and the other on the stick. I trace with my eyes every visible vein, I look at his fingers and my cunt throbs at the sight of his wedding ring as I'm touching mine as well. My eyes go further to his wrist, he is wearing the watch I gifted him for his birthday. It's a perfect match to his suit. I look up to him, so serious, so responsible; his brows furrow just a little bit and I get tingles again. He is so handsome, I look at him and can't understand how I got so lucky!

Drunk with love and lust for him, but also with a little whisky, I reach for his crotch.

"Not yet, dearest darling. You've been such a good girl the entire night. You've taken it like a very brave girl. I'm so proud of you! Just have a little more patience, you're going to get what you're craving and so much more!"

Just before we left home, he told me to put my Hush in. He's been edging me the whole night, my panties are soaked and I am so needy that I want him to pull over and take me right there on the side of the road. But I restrain myself like a good girl and wait, indulging in his sight and fantasizing about him ravaging me.

When we get home, he makes himself a drink and sits in his favorite armchair.

"Undress."

I am so flustered. I'm always embarrassed when I'm this exposed, his eyes roaming on my breasts, my waist, my ass, knowing quite well what I hide underneath my long, backless dress. I can see his burning eyes reaching my deep, V shaped neckline, stopping at the curve of my breasts and then going up, meeting my eyes. So hungry. Despite teasing me and edging me all night, he hasn't touched me inappropriately at all. I shiver at the thrill of seeing him unchain the beast that has been waiting for this the whole night.

I push the straps of my dress off my shoulders and the dress slides to the floor, leaving me in my black lingerie and heels. He signals with his index finger towards the floor and I kneel and slowly come towards him on all fours. Once I reach him, he picks up the collar that has been waiting on his knee and puts it on me, pulling my chin up and staring right into my eyes.

"Mine."

I tighten my cunt at the claim he made. He leans forward and barely brushes a kiss on my lips, teasing me and then presses his lips to my forehead. We remain like this for a few seconds and I close my eyes to bask in his love. He slowly breaks away and looks at me.

"Turn around. Assume the position."

I do as I'm told and lean forward, exposing myself to him.

"Panties off."

I slowly reach for my black lace panties and remove them and spread my cheeks before him. I hear a little growl and I get goosebumps. He slowly starts caressing my cheeks, making sure to not touch any sensitive areas. I wish he'd let go and just bury himself inside me but he takes his time. I sense him getting up and coming in front of me. I look up and he leashes me, tugging on it to signal me to rise. Now my red lips are right in front of his crotch.

"How bad do you want it, babygirl?"

"Please, Daddy! I want you to stretch all my holes! Please! I've been such a good girl the whole night!"

"You beg so beautifully, kitten. Unwrap your gift, then."

Soon, his pants are being undone and I reveal his cock. My mouth waters at the sight of his full length. I start licking his balls, ever so softly. He did his teasing, now it's my turn. I gently take them in my mouth one by one and then both of them, at the same time caressing his thighs. His breath catches ever so often and I smile as I trace my tongue up his shift towards the head. He tugs on the leash for me to take him whole in my mouth but I don't listen as I go back down again.

"Are you sure you want to play this game, little brat?"

I don't say anything, I just lick up and down his cock a few more times. As I'm reaching his tip again, he tugs hard on the leash, grabs my hair and starts fucking my mouth hard. I gag a few times but try my best to take it as well as I can. He's ravenous and I love it. My cunt is throbbing, my butthole is twitching, I crave him everywhere. After he's satisfied, he pulls out and I trace the lines of spit back to his throbbing cock and start sucking on it at a steady pace.

"That's my good girl! Now wait here, I'll be right back."

I'm on my knees on our fluffy carpet, no thought in my head other than having my holes abused by his cock over and over again. He leaves the room and I position myself face down ass up with my back to the door. When he comes back he lets out a pleased hum. I feel him approaching me and suddenly his thumb is applying pressure right to my core. I whimper so hard I almost cum right then and there. He lets out a breathy laugh.

"Such a needy little slut you are. I saw you tonight at the party, squirming every time I put the Hush on high vibrations, rubbing your thighs together, almost leaning you head back in pleasure. You think those people at the table with us could hear the vibrations? Could see you squirming like a little slut drunk on pleasure? How did it feel, sweetheart? Do you enjoy being Daddy's slut?"

"Uh-uh."

I can barely form any words, I can barely think about anything else than his fingers between my legs teasing me, filling the room with lewd, wet noises. I buck my hips and he feels my swollen clit.

"No cumming yet, dearest darling! Do you think that taking your little mouth was punishment enough for teasing me like that? I need a proper answer. Do you enjoy being Daddy's little slut?"

I can't get anything out other than heavy panting.

"Come now, darling. Find your words."

"I love it Daddy! I love being your little slut! Please let me cum! Please! I will be such a good girl!"

He growls and burries his face between my legs.

"You taste heavenly, my darling!"

With only a flick of his tongue he sends me over the edge and I let go.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy."

My body spasms, all my senses are reduced to him eating my cunt and his hands tightening on my hips. It goes on, and on and on until he is satisfied. He takes off his tie and blindfolds me with it, gets the cuffs and ties my hands behind my back.

"It's showtime babygirl."

He helps me to get up from the floor and guides me to the extended couch.

"Position."

I get on my knees, my back to him, and he pushes me face first on the couch. He gives me another long caress with his finger between my lips and just plunges in. I find release right then, with only one powerful thrust. I can feel his cock twitching inside me and my cunt tingles even harder. He starts fucking me slowly, lazily so I can feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me.

"Fuck me harder! I can't take it anymore!"

"Tut tut, where are your manners, I wonder."

"Pleaseeee.. please Daddy, please! I need you to fuck me as hard as you can!"

Hearing this, he starts pounding away.

"Oh God... Oh God.... Oh God... may I please cum again? I can't resist anymore-e-e!"

"Yes you may, babygirl!"

I cum my brains out each time, again and again and again. Taking out the Hush, he starts fingering my asshole, stimulating me even further and after he's stretched me enough, he claims my ass as well.

"Should I go slow, babygirl? Are you adjusted to the size of my cock?"

"I need you to fuck me as hard as you've fucked my cunt! Ah-ah-ah-ah...."

Orgasm after orgasm. He's trained me so well my butt acts like a cunt.

"You truly are my anal queen, darling! Listen to yourself! Do you hear how wet you are? God you feel so good! You're such a good girl for me, so tight, so smooth!"

I can feel his cock getting harder still and I can feel my orgasm starting to build up again. My whole existence is reduced to that rock hard cock fucking my asshole relentlessly. We cum together. Feeling his warm cum fill my insides is my undoing every time. He collapses on top of me and starts kissing my back from my neck to my waist.

"I love you, babygirl!"

"I love you too, Daddy!"

He gets off me, takes off my cuffs and my blindfold and we cuddle on the couch. He caresses my hair, my back and gives me the most softest of kisses. I'm home. I'm always home in his arms.

#my smut

[puppybotrin]

piss, incest, cnc

waking up next to big sis in the morning and cuddling up against her while she starts to come to. wrapping yourself around her arm and feeling so small and pretty next to her. when she wakes up she ruffles you hair and asks you how you slept. you're happy, you tell her you slept well next to your perfect sister.

"alright, gimme my arm back so I can go piss," she grunts and tries to pull away from you. as if on reflex, "jeez, I'm *right* here," you sing back at her, ready for her to roll her eyes, tut her tongue and wrench her arm away. and she starts to, but she doesn't get far. maybe you wound her up just a little too much this past week. but right now, she's not groaning, not standing up to walk to the ensuite, but staring a hole right through you. and suddenly, you feel just a little faint.

-

wrapping yourself around her arm and feeling so small and pretty next to her, with the overwhelming taste of her piss still lingering in your smart little mouth.

#my smut #con noncon #piss play #fauxcest

[sex-obsessed-lesbian]

Hypnovember Day 15: Dolly

“Who’s a good dolly?”

Cory didn’t answer, of course—their mouth had gone slack at those words, their eyes glassy, their limbs stiff and rigid. Their Mistress grinned.

She lifted one of Cory’s arms experimentally. It offered no resistance, and when she let go, the arm hung in the air where she’d left it.

“Very good,” she cooed—because even if Cory couldn’t speak, couldn’t react at all, there was some part of them deep inside the dollified shell that glowed at the praise, and throbbed at the hotness of being a passenger inside their own body. And as Mistress posed their blank, vacant plaything, Cory floated in blissful semi-awareness.

Who would want to be a person when being an object felt so good?

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2023 #my smut #doll play #not really my thing but fun to explore #sol's hypnovember 2023