hey, im ast4tarion! calling me aster works too, this is my experimental smut blog. My pronouns are he/it, im genderqueer bi + demisexual, and i love writing :) here is some general info and rules for my blog:
What things/fandoms do you write for?
FNAF
Critical Role
Arcane
Baldur’s Gate 3
Mouthwashing
Any kind of monster! Preference for werewolves and vampires.
T4T content
What will you write?
im very open to writing most things! you can ask for nsfw alphabets, headcanons, fics, etc
as for tropes (both sfw and nsfw) i enjoy writing hurt/comfort, breeding, overstim, praise, t4t, trans/ace readers or queer experiences, d/s dynamics, messy, oral, etc but i am not limited to those tropes and kinks, send me anything else within my boundaries! challenge me!
stuff i will NOT write however is: cnc/dubcon, piss/scat (spit is fine), underage characters, real people, anything hateful, or kink that includes unconsenting people/young characters
Making someone cum fully closed is tbh just as hot as having them fully naked. Desperate thrusts and humps, restricted by clothes, wet spot spreading over their crotch, the humiliation of it all while I just laugh and make them keep it on, maybe even walk out in public like that...
something I’ve been spinning in my head lately is the intersection between exhibitionism and going on T.
All of a sudden you can’t stop getting hard everywhere, you’re not quite big enough to create a noticeable bulge in your pants but the boy you’re with can see the way you’re shifting your hips as you sit.
It’s become constant—in a movie theatre, in the back of a taxi, sitting on the old bench at the end of the hiking trail—you sit side by side and he reaches for his water bottle, discreetly unzipping your fly and sneaking his hand down your pants.
You have to stay totally composed as he jerks your tdick off, already stiff and hard by the time he brushed it. He’s teasing the tip as not too far off you can hear another hiker walking down the trail, and he’ll casually lay his bag over your lap just as they pass while your cock is throbbing under his fingers.
The most rewarding but difficult part is when he teases you for a majority of the movie, and challenges himself to make you cum before the final scene ends and the lights come on. You’re shaking a little as you bite down on your cheek and feel yourself cum all over his fingers, missing the end entirely.
You can’t lie and say you don’t enjoy walking home hand in hand afterwards, his sweater wrapped around your waist as your cum sticks to your inner thighs the whole way home.
Can you write a fic about sucking off coat guy or wireface? Your writing is so tasty
why not both? ;)
NSFW — ft. coat guy & wireface (separate), 1k+ words for each scenario. blowjobs, handjob, coat guy is a virgin (sorry i can’t help it), reader teases him, lap sitting, cum swallowing, wireface is desperately face fucking the reader, both guys r hairy cuz i said so. yes i used the word balls, grow up LOL, wireface is uncut, he also has a big dick cuz it feels right. atbash is vocabulary is used when wireface speaks, but translations are provided! wireface my bf mentioned…
COAT GUY:
a soft whimper left his lips as your hand grasped the shaft of his cock, his hips tensed, his body twitching under your touch.
you moved your hand up and down, effectively jerking him off in slow, teasing movements.
heavy-lidded eyes focused on him, watching him as he twitched and trembled just at the mere touch of your palm. it was so cute, really. you haven’t even used your mouth, and he already looked like he wanted to cum. he had such a pretty face, especially since it was curled in pleasure.
his lips parted as he sucked in some quick breaths; you worried it might make him tachycardic.
a deeper blue-purple color tainted his cheeks while his eyebrows were furrowed up, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head with every move of your hand. his cock, was pretty, a decent girth, a prominent vein running down the side. he was sensitive, you noticed that early on.
with pre-cum pearling up at his tip, you hummed.
he let out a few noises, soft, muffled moans, whimpers, small shudders as his body trembled.
kissing the tip of his cock, he practically jolted out of his skin.
“what?” you laughed, meeting his widened eyes. “you..?” he trailed off, not seeming to find the right words.
“what? you think i’m just on my knees for fun?” you teased. pressing another kiss on the side of his cock.
you could practically feel his body tense; he swallowed.
“i’ve j—just..” he glanced away.
you didn’t let him finish; instead, your lips wrapped around the tip of his dick as if it were a lollipop.
his hips tensed, jolting slightly before he leaned his head back. a drawn-out moan, leaving his chapped lips, his mind fogged up quickly. the warmth of your mouth completely stopped his already crumbling train of thought.
all he could do now was moan.
he was so cute like this, really. your lidded gaze focused on his face, his hands trembled, moving to rest meekly at his thighs, his fingers digging into the fabric of his slacks in a poor attempt to get it together. instead, you leaned down, taking his cock completely in your mouth, your nose brushing against the coarse black hair that adorned the base of his cock.
his back arched, a guttural noise leaving his lips. saliva coated your lips, sucking and licking at his cock like a champ—and god, he had no idea how to handle this.
curses left his lips meekly; his eyes shutting tight.
he was going to cum, that coil in his lower belly curling up faster than he wanted to admit. it just felt so good, and as a man who’s been plagued by loneliness and cold for his whole life? this was something he didn’t know he needed.
your hands gripped the inside of his thighs, keeping them spread. he whimpered once more; the inexperience and sensation made him shake, his hips shaking as he pathetically thrusted up without rhythm.
as he glanced down at you with glassy eyes, you made eye contact with him. you reached up for his hand, moving it to rest on top of your head, then you winked. he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers hesitantly curling into your hair.
his lower stomach only curled tighter; he needed to cum. his balls tensed, and his cock twitched.
“i—i’m—“ he shuddered aimlessly. you batted your lashes, pulling away from his cock before you kissed his tip, your hand moving to jerk him off in a steady rhythm.
“you’re what, baby? use your words,” you teased, spitting back onto his cock to keep his skin lubricated.
he looked away, his grip on your hair tightening.
“..i’m—“ he tensed, “going to c—cum.” he gasped.
“yeah?” you giggled, moving your pressed your lips against his aching dick.
he tensed and nodded quickly, avoiding using his voice; it was going to waver, and he knew it.
you only hummed, wrapping your lips around his cock one more time, pressing your warm tongue against the side of his cock, it rubbed against the vein that adorned his side. he let out a pathetic little noise before you started to suck his cock, spit coating your lips and skin.
he didn’t need much stimulation, because just a few seconds later, his back arched off the couch. he tugged on the hair by your scalp; it stung, but you didn’t care.
given his grip, your face found itself nuzzled against his pubic bone. cum slipped out of his cock messily, filling your pretty mouth, and given his inexperience, his cum was milky—and a lot seemed to fill your mouth.
you gagged from surprise, but you instinctively swallowed, your eyes shutting as small tears collected at your lash line. he held you close to him, still riding his high in tremors, he thrusted up against your mouth sloppily, helping ride out the shocks of pleasure that held his muscles tense. then after, he practically fell limp against the couch, panting like a dog.
dazed, he looked down at you as you pulled away from his cock, spit and cum coated your chin, you wiped it away with the back of your hand before you blinked up at him.
he swallowed, straightening up quickly.
“oh, i’m so sorry—“ he quickly said, he hadn’t meant to you don’t like that.
tentatively, his hands moved to your hair, trying to smooth it out and make sure you were alright. it was sweet, you giggled, standing up on your two feet, you looked down at him before you moved to make yourself comfortable in his lap.
he flushed, his face burning hot as he looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, you sat on his lap like you owned it—and maybe you did. your arms wrapped around his neck, rubbing against the fabric of his clothes before you leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss on the side of his lip. pressing your body close to his. his hands nervously came to rest on your thighs, unsure of what to hold onto.
“it’s okay.” you hummed, rolling your hips against his.
WIREFACE: my favvvv!!
a sharp breath left his raw lips, his hand tangled in your hair as he guided you down his cock.
his back pressed against the shelves of the storage room, his head leaned back slightly as he stood, his shirt pushed up against his stomach, giving you a clear view of his happy trail down to his dick.
sitting pretty on your knees, your eyes were glassy.
“Ufxp,” (fuck) he shuddered, eyes shutting tight as he felt your lips tremble against your cock. his other hand moved to his lips, his hand moving to cup around his mouth, to cover his injured lips, all while he thrusted his hips against your lips.
his cock was bigger than you expected, filling your mouth and pressing against the back of your throat. considering how tall he was, it made sense—but that didn’t help cover the surprise when he originally tugged his cock out of his jeans. his cock was pretty too, uncut, yet girthy. veins that decorated his shaft, his tip a rosy color that made your mouth water. his hand was resting on your head in a vice grip, keeping your head in place, and he thrust his hips.
he was face fucking you.
his movements were shaky, desperate.
you guessed he was just as desperate for a blowjob as you were to give one; it was the end of the world, right? it didn’t really matter what you two spent your time doing.
his balls slapped against your chin, your throat constricting against his cock, your hands desperately gripped his thighs in a poor attempt to hold yourself together.
warm tears stained your face, not from pain, but from the intrusion of his cock down your throat.
he blinked down at you, his eyes lidded as he watched you take his cock like a champ. he swallowed.
“Blf ollp hl tllw orpv gsrh,” (you look so good like this), he sighed, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. it was true, you looked so pretty. your eyes were glassy, your spit coated your lips, your face flushed, your hair was messy, given how firm his grip was. it was hot, and a turn on.
you, on the other hand, didn’t understand a word that slipped past his bloodied lips, yet you didn’t care to find out.
your tongue pressed and licked at his cock, feeling his warm skin against your lips. you moaned.
he shuddered, moving his hand away from his mouth to move and grip your hair too, both hands now keeping you angled against his cock. his hands are guiding your head up and down his cock, fuck. his hips tensed, his lower belly tightening.
each thrust of your lips felt like a shock of electrifying pleasure down his cock, your nose pressed against his pubic bone as he consistently thrusted his cock down your throat with the same vigor as a hormonal teenager. jesus christ, he didn’t know how much he needed to get touched like this. the last time he got a decent blowjob was back in his home country, and considering how fucked the world currently was, he doesn’t remember when that was.
even then, no one has managed to make him feel this good.
your mouth was just so warm, so wet.
inviting and eager, he didn’t think anyone would think to find him attractive with how mutilated his lips had been, speaking of which. they were still healing, barely; they were raw, and just the smallest movements could make them open up again—the shar,p tangy taste of iron coated his mouth. there seemed to always be blood inside his mouth, so much so that he found himself used to the feeling.
he grunted, leaning his head back, feeling it rest against one of the many shelves behind him.
your tongue, coupled with the noises you made—the ones muffled by his cock—sent vibrations down his shaft, making him twitch and tremble in need.
as your hands gripped his thighs, your nails dug into his skin. your knees ached as you sat against the cold tile floor of the storage room. your hands moved to grip his hips. his skin was warm under your touch, his jeans hung loose against his thighs, he shuddered at your soft touch on his hips, and your thumbs pressed against his pelvis.
more words tumbled out of his lips, but admittedly, you had no idea what they meant.
his accent was thick, slavic, you guessed.
yet the language was so foreign to you that it sounded like gibberish, though you desperately wished you could understand him. at least his voice was warm.
your nails dug into the skin of his hips, a wince leaving his raw lips, as his hands moved from your hair to the shelves behind him, he gripped the wood in an attempt to keep himself together, but fuck. your mouth had his eyes rolling back like a slut.
he pressed his lips together, wanting to bite them, yet that was quickly proven to be a bad idea when his teeth dug into his wounds. the raw sting of his wounds, paired with you sucking his cock had his dick twitching in pleasure.
the coil in his stomach tightened.
“Ufxp, ufxp, ufxp!” (fuck, fuck, fuck!) he gasped.
his hand tangled against your hair again, squeezing at your scalp tighter than before, then he shoved your head down. hard. you choked around his cock—his cum spurting out, thick and milky, aimed right down your throat.
you gagged, caught by surprise at the sudden intrusion of your throat.
a guttural noise between a groan and a moan slipped past his bloodied lips before he gasped, his back arching.
his hips shuddered against your lips, fucking your face through his high.
your eyes only grew glassier, your throat constricting. yet, you took it like a champ, and after he rode out his high, his hand practically fell limp at his side, heavy breaths leaving his lips, his chest rising and falling quickly as he blinked in a daze.
you pulled away, his softening cock slipping past your lips as you coughed and caught your breath.
blinking, he looked down at you, a feeling of embarrassment curling in his stomach.
reaching out, he placed his hand on your head, this time petting your hair in a non-verbal attempt to apologize for how desperate he had been. you licked your lips and coughed once more, before you offered him a dazed smile.
“it’s fine,” you laughed hoarsely.
he looked away, eyebrows raising slightly before he shoved himself back into his pants quickly. his hand then moved to you, offering it to help you stand. you promptly took it. he pulled you up swiftly, catching you as you stumbled. his hands moved to cup your face—he took a better look at your fucked out face, his hands quickly wiping away the tears and spit from your face.
“Gszmp blf,” (thank you) he mumbled, voice strained.
he cleared his throat as you stared up at him, suddenly feeling a bit awkward under your gaze.
instead, your hands moved to your shirt, lazily tugging it off—your tits now exposed. his eyes darted back to you, quickly looking down, before his eyes widened at the sight. his eyes bugged out in surprise, his cock twitching back to life under the fabric of his unzipped jeans.
I COMBINED A LOT OF MY WIREFACE REQUESTS INTO ONE FIC.. so if you sent a wireface request it’s probably mentioned here..
NSFW — ft. wireface x fem! reader. he fucks you against the shelves, he’s desperate + sloppy + rough, creampie + breeding, bloody kisses, he covers your mouth since you two need to be quiet! he wants you so bad lolz. hinted at size difference cuz i hc him at 6’3ft tall nghhh.. idk not by best work but anything for my bf.. 1.5k words!
everything seemed so much louder inside such a small room, especially now.
the sound of skin slapping, wet squelching, and the guttural noises that came from the two of you seemed to echo through the room.
your back was pressed against the uncomfortable wooden shelves of the tiny room you two shared, your thighs clamped around his hips as he eagerly thrusted his hips against yours.
the room felt humid, your skin sticky as well as his, the two of your practically stuck together as he fucked your cunt with vigor you didn’t expect him to have.
biting your bottom lip, you let out a pathetic little mewl in a poor attempt to not make too much noise.
this wasn’t your house after all.
the owner already seemed on edge by the number of people inside. the last thing you wanted to do was moan out too loud and risk having the homeowner kick you out—you’d surely die, whether under the sun or devoured by whatever was haunting the night.
but, fuck.
you didn’t realize how badly you needed a good fuck after this shitshow started, and jesus christ, this foreigner knew how to hold his own. tall, lanky, desperate, just as hopeless as you, honestly. despite the obvious and frustrating language barrier between you and him, somehow you two managed to convey the equal fact that you two were fucking horny.
and now, here you were.
pressed against the uncomfortable shelving with your hands, clawing his shoulder blades.
“Hl grtsg..” (so tight..) he muttered, voice strained.
a soft moan left his raw lips, your cunt was so fucking warm, wet, and snug around him—it was driving him crazy. specially when your cunt tensed around him, fluttering around his throbbing dick, making his hands shake.
swallowing heavily, he shut his eyes. his mouth tasted like iron, but that was truly the least of his concerns.
you, on the other hand, were grinding your hips upward in a desperate attempt to match his pace. too caught up in your own bliss, you leaned your head back against the shelves. squeezing your thighs tighter around his hips, your moans slowly rose in volume, his cock was making it easy for you to forget this wasn’t your home.
before you knew it, a large hand clasped over your parted lips, it was his.
his fingers squeezed your jaw, “hss.” he shushed you quickly. your half-lidded eyes met his, though he didn’t have any anger behind his tone—you could tell his features. his arched eyebrows were furrowed up, his face flushed, and his own lips parted as he let out shaky breaths.
“s—sorry—“ you whined, words muffled by his palm.
he didn’t say anything in return, not understanding you, though his hips didn’t stop.
you watched him, his other hand still gripped your hips tightly. nails digging into your delicate skin, he was so fucking turned on—the only thought inside his head was simple: i’ve never had pussy like this. genuinely, he couldn’t find the fucking words to describe how good you felt.
his large hand stayed clasped around your pretty mouth, your choked-out moans coming out muffled. honestly it pained him knowing you two couldn’t be loud. he’s always been vocal, and it was killing him not being able to moan out freely. still, he swears he heard someone crying from another room over, and truly, he didn’t want to moan and groan like he’s starring in a porno while someone else shed tears in the next room over.
he pressed his lips together, trying his hardest to avoid his injuries, but fuck, his lips were still so sore.
your arms moved to drape loosely over his shoulders, pulling him close to you. his face pressed against your shoulders as his pace got sloppy, you were moaning right at his ear, his cock throbbed.
“Tlw—“ (god), he panted.
his lips ghosted against your neck, he groaned.
then, in a sloppy way of thinking, he pulled out—his hands moving to your waist as he flipped you over. before you could complain, he slammed you, face-first, against the shelves of the room. he didn’t mean to be so rough. he was just.. desperate.
grabbing your hips, he pulled your ass back, making you arch before he grabbed his cock and shakily guided his cock back inside your glistening pussy. one hand resting against your ass, he spread you open to get a better view as he slid his cock back inside.
a shaky breath leaving his lips as his cock was welcomed back inside so warmly.
you let out a small moan, your head leaning back as your back arched more for him.
pressing his chest against your back, he wrapped his arms around your waist in a tight hold. he was holding you, his face resting against your shoulder blade—he needed closeness. warm human touch, and you were so warm.
your hand moved behind you, your finger lacing into his messy curls in a way to soothe him. the action was so gentle, it was ironic having it be during a messily desperate fuck with a man you met just a few days ago. yet, that didn’t matter to you now.
a soft whimper came from him at your touch, his pace only getting quicker.
your lower belly hurts, a warm feeling tightens there, you don’t remember when was the last time you’ve felt it.
“don’t stop—“ you gasped, eyes fluttering as your body felt hotter.
you gasped, “oh fuck, don’t—“ a choked groan left your lips, your hand quickly moving to clasp over your lips. god, your legs trembled as your own slick coated the inside of your thighs.
he, despite not knowing what was being said, by the way your cunt tightened around his cock he knew what you meant. the way you squeezed his cock only made his balls tense up.
with a sharp muffled moan, you came. hard.
your cunt is squeezing impossibly around his girthy cock—your hips rolling and tensing as a wave of pleasure hits you. your head leaned down. pressing against the wooden shelf in front of you as you panted heavily, both hands shakily resting on the wood to keep yourself steady.
behind you, his eyes widened at the sudden squeeze of his cock, fuck it was like you were begging to milk his dick—and shit; that’s exactly what he wanted to do.
“R'n tlrmt gl xfn,” (i’m going to cum) he gasped. “hsrg.” (shit)
his hand slipped down your stomach, his hand pressing down above your pubic bone before his body stilled, his hand pressing against your ass. his body tensed up tight, a loud groan leaving his raw lips as his cum painted your warm walls. he let out a strained curse as he realized he forgot to pull out, but fuck, he couldn’t bring himself to do it now.
rolling his hips against you, he let out a soft groan, smaller spurts of cum coating your insides as he rode out his orgasm.
afterwards, he continued holding you, the two of you sticky and hot, panting like two dogs.
he could feel his cock softening inside you, and slowly he pulled away. his dick was limp now, his eyes remained lidded as he watched his cum slowly slip out of your warm cunt.
tugging his limp cock back inside his jeans, he let out a small breath. you turned at the sound of him zipping his pants back up. fixing your crumpled-up skirt, you blinked, meeting his gaze.
a small smirk came to your lips as he stepped closer, leaning his lanky body down, he pressed his lips against yours in an eager motion. he winced as his lips met yours, despite the sting and the pain that came from his still raw wounds, he didn’t pull away.
his hands moved to cup your face, as if he couldn’t believe you were truly there. his hands were warm against your skin, as you kissed him back, your arms wrapped around his neck. your fingers curling around his messy curls, as the kiss deepened, the tangy taste of iron came to your tongue.
a soft moan left your lips, muffled by his own, his hands moved once more—one hand moving to cup the nape of your neck while the other rested at your hip.
your back pressed against the shelves as he pressed you against the wood before the two of you pulled away in heavy breaths. your lungs stung, yet your hazy gaze met his, your lips were glossy with saliva and blood, yet you didn’t mind.
pulling away, he stepped back.
his hand came to rest by his neck, licking his own lips, he shuddered.
“R'n hliib uli gsv nvhh.” (i’m sorry for the mess), he said with a somewhat shy tone.
you tilted your head, pushing away from the shelves before you pressed your lips together—his tangy blood on your tongue, yet the taste didn’t bring you any disgust. in fact, you could feel your body heating up again.
this time, as you stood before him, you pulled him in again. your lips meeting his in the same desperate need as his own.
he let out a muffled gasp, yet his hands found your hips again, your lips pressed together sloppily.
need need need to be in bed on my stomach between a tboy’s legs that are resting on my shoulders making him moan and groan and gasp while i suck his tdick and bury my face in his bush just to inhale him need him to guide me by the hair (not pulling just guiding) and praise me when i make him feel good and say dirty things to me about his cock on my tongue and watch his head fall back and forth and see his eyes get heavy and glazed all from the pleasure i provide him until he finishes on my face…yeah.
imagine your favorite character humping their pillow <3 Are they shy about it? Or do they shamelessly rut into it until they’ve made a mess? Do they muffle their noises with their sheets? Or do they moan out loud because it just feels so good?
i think Volt and Eddie have a mild free use agreement, when Volt sees Eddie getting really stressed or worked up doing tasks before or after hours he’ll come up behind him and tease him, making him focus on his body and what it needs rather then overwhelming tasks.
Eddie trying to calculate inventory but his cock is hard and leaking in Volt’s hands, doing his best to pretend his hands aren’t shaking as he writes down numbers.
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ i like to imagine Volt (possibly eddie) having lightning shaped stretch marks- especially around the thighs and hips, which makes it one of your favourite places to touch, leave kisses, tease on him. I imagine him to grunt softly everytime you (or eddie) trace your fingers, sometimes tongue on them, he tenses his fists, trying not to grab your hair.
This riles Volt up drastically, he squirms underneath you, hot m sweaty, begging you to touch him more, to touch him elsewhere. Bonus points if he's tied up
⋆˚࿔ shush i wanna write a fic of volt being teased n tied up
Thinking about the kinds of quickies Volt and Eddie have in the storage room of the breaker box. Theirs lots of maintenance to be done, but god they can’t keep their hands off each other. Volt’s the biggest instigator, pulling Eddie into the small space where their hips are forced to be pressed together and they can feel how bad they need each other. The space is so small they can’t properly undress and they don’t have time to fuck each other, so they end up pulling their cocks out and messily frotting and rubbing and kissing until they’re spilling and moaning each other’s names through muffled bitten cheeks. After that, it’s straight back to work.
Hi uh. Silly thing- I think you grabbed the wrong fic link when doing the Volt and Eddie post. The link on there links to a Baldur’s Gate fic. Figured you probably weren’t aware so uh. Yeah. 👍
OOPS Lmao, thanks for letting me know! Just fixed that.
t4t breakerbox with an electric strap... I'm going insane.
Anon your brain is huge. Oh my god.
I think Volt with a vibrating strap would be an absolute menance. Huge electrostim kink, and he loves strapping Eddie down and letting sparks run across their bodies like pleasant tingles.
I think they’re both vers, so Eddie no better. He loves to turn the strap on and grind against Volt, putting his t-dick in full contact with the electric buzz.
