#kinktober2023

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can i ask for miles Quaritch x reader please add some smut hehehehe mother

Hey love! Thank you so much for your interest in making a request. While I appreciate it, I am not currently taking requests for new stories. I do however have a story I wrote in the past that may be to your liking.

This prompt was from @pandoraslxna's Kinktober event in 2023. I hope you enjoy!

KINKTOBER 2023

DAY 10 Knife Play

Avatar!Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader

WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, SMUT including knife play, dub-con themes, p in v/intercourse between male and female participants, riding, grinding, slight blood and violence, hate fucking.

Na’vi word key: 

Vrrtep - Demon Ngeyä fahew lu kewong - Your smell is alien  Txavä’ - disgusting

Like a Palulukan stalking in the shadows you moved carefully and precisely through the Pandoran night, watching as the strangely clothed Avatar below you studies his surroundings. He was lost, separated from the rest of his group, which unaware to his knowledge, has already been dealt with by the rest of your hunting party. The sounds of gun fire had distracted you from your previous task, leaving your blood boiling when you discovered the bodies of a pack of viperwolves, mercilessly slaughtered and you would not let these invaders of your home go without a fight. Your fangs ground against each other at the way this demon walked around the forest as if he were a God. Little did he know that tonight, you would put the fear of just that into his skull.

Just as he moved to the position directly below you, your body sprung into action leaping from the branch above with your hunting knife drawn, a silent silhouette painted by the streams of moonlight breaking through the branches and leaves. Your sudden weight sent the faux Na’vi to the ground with a loud grunt, making him plant face first into the forest floor. Straddling his back, you securely grasp his kuru, giving it a harsh tug, to which his head followed suit, screaming in agony, leaving his neck open and vulnerable. Without hesitation your arm wraps around to his front, pressing the blade directly against his throat, a menacing hiss spilled off your tongue like venom, “Vrrtep…”. You were utterly fuming, your skin hot to the touch. You could end him right now and be done avenging your fallen brethren of the forest, but that seemed too easy. You wanted him to suffer.

Adding more pressure to the blade you begin to slide it up from his throat to his jaw, “You invade our home, uproot and kill for your own personal greed…” your native accent is heavy as you speak the alien tongue of your enemy, continuing to drag the blade up to his cheek, leaving behind a small trail of blood as it just barely rips at his skin. “Yet you are foolish to think that there would not be consequences.” You seethe into his ear, pressing the blade down with more pressure before quickly swiping at his cheek, leaving a generous cut across his skin. The man below you hisses in pain at the action, before taking a few breaths to stabilize himself, “If you’re gonna intimidate me, you may wanna cut a bit deeper, doll.”.

Without even a chance to retaliate, your captive bucks his head back at full force into your nose, causing you to release his kuru without even thinking of your actions, as you fumble backward in a haze. In an instant the avatar is attempting to pin you down to the ground himself, trying to disarm you in the process, yet failing as you quickly come back to your senses and push back on him in defiance, trying to reclaim your earlier position to pin him below you. As the two of you roll around on the forest floor, the forests’ bioluminescence illuminating your bodies, your heart feels as if it’s pounding in your ears as the adrenaline spikes through your body. There was something about this struggle that was almost exciting to you, fighting him to end as the dominant and more powerful opponent in the end. You let out a strained cry when an aggressive tug at your kuru sends you curling up on the ground, just with enough time for the man to restrain you beneath him, yet you are quick to replace your blade against his throat, which earns you another tug at your braid.

“Feisty little kitten aren’t yuh? I can't tell if you want to kill me or fuck me.” He chuckles darkly looking between the two of you to your bare intimates, noticing how your tweng had been moved to the side during the struggle, the bulge in his pants now pressing eagerly against it. You wanted to feel sickened by his response, the revelation that he was turned on by this almost made you want to vomit… almost. If it weren’t for the fact that your rush of adrenaline had gotten you worked up to the point where you had practically soaked through your loincloth, enough to make it slip nearly clean off of you. Your initial instinct was to press the blade more firmly against his throat, yet the simple action seemed to draw out another condescending chuckle from the avatar, “I already told you; you’re gonna have to press a little harder than that. Don’t be shy… let me feel it.”.

Somehow you are compelled to obey, applying further pressure to his throat watching as his skin indents around it. If he were to make any sudden movements of his head, the blade would surely slip, resulting in a nasty cut, “That’s a good, kitty.” He growls in a hoarse, almost seductive way, or maybe that’s just how your ears perceived it . Suddenly and silently, as if to test the waters, the man slowly brings his hand from the side of your head to glide his thumb over your lips, dragging them down slightly, before pushing inward to prod at your teeth. You can only stare up at him with a confused expression, not sure of what else to do other than slowly open your mouth, allowing his thumb entry to slide over your tongue, pressing down on it just enough to manifest a noticeable sensation. “Ha… who knew a feral little brat like you could be tamable?” His words enabled you to gently bite down on his thumb as you bare your fangs at him, letting out a muffled growl.

“Not so tame yet, hm? Why don’t we change that, cupcake?” He smirks, shifting his body weight to press his pelvis against your own, wetting the crotch of his pants with your slick, as his bulge begins grinding against your clit. Your teeth bite down harder on his thumb before progressively easing up, letting a soft whine escape you. Your mind was completely conflicted. You didn’t even know this man’s name, and here you were beneath him, letting him grind into you, a thumb in your mouth, while his other hand still firmly held your kuru. There was something about the look in his eye that was irritating enough to make you both hate him yet want to dominate him at the same time. Your eyelids gently flutter as you close your lips around his thumb, suckling at it hard, being sure that your gaze never faltered from his own.

An appeased groan rumbles in his chest as he watches you, “Naughty little kitty… you want more, hun?” He purrs, pressing his erection harder against your clit. Although the words were familiar to you, your own failed you, only being able to nod in response. The avatar lets out a gravely chuckle as he gently removes his thumb from your closed lips with a pop, before shifting it down to the belt on his camouflaged pants, undoing its latch masterfully, then hastily unbuttoning the garment. You had seen the contraption of a zipper before on a scientists backpack before and the eager fingers of your free hand moved toward it to assist in removing the garment faster, only for a rough tug to be performed on your kuru, “Nuh-uh-uh.. no touching, pretty thing.” He orders before not so aggressively swiping your hand away to finally unzip the garment himself, shimmying them down his hips enough, along with his undergarment to allow his cock to spring free.

Your chest rose and fell with excitement as you stared at it, absentmindedly licking your lips and spreading your legs as much as you could beneath him. “You gonna behave for me, little pup? You listen to me and I’ll let you have it, but I don’t want any games.”. You give another more eager nod, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. With a hum of approval the avatar takes his hand off of your braid to use it to guide your hip, while his other hand sits at the base of his cock as he pushes his hips forward to stroke his tip along your folds teasingly. Finally free from your restraints, your hips suddenly buck up into him, using the force of your knife to force him into submission as you roll over on top of him, his cock now sitting snugly between your pussy lips against his lower abdomen, “You will be the one listening to me, vrrtep.” You growl, lifting your hips enough for his cock to stand tall in the air, before lowering yourself onto him, surprisingly sliding into you with ease despite the lack of prep.

His four fingered hands hastily grab onto your hips as you sink down on him, pinching his brows together as your wetness takes him in completely. “Ack-! E-easy there, kitty. Ahhh god damn…” he curses as you begin to slowly roll your hips experimentally, moving your knife from his neck, down his collarbone, watching as his blue skin splits with small beads of blood. “Haah.. ahh~ Ngeyä fahew lu kewong. Txavä’.” You moan with a bit of a growl as you scrunch up your nose at his intrusive scent while beginning to bounce on his cock, rolling your eyes back as it’s tip pushes against the opening of your cervix perfectly. “S’That so? Hard to tell how disgusted you are by it from the way you’re taking this alien’s cock so eagerly, darlin’.” He says between groans, bucking his hips up into suddenly, loving the view of you arching your back, nearly falling forward onto his chest, before your hand reaches out to stop you. Pleasure coursed through your core like blazing lava, your armed hand dragging the blade of your knife down his chest, tearing a very much present line down his shirt until reaching the top of his bulletproof vest, bouncing on him with more vigor, causing the recom to have to swallow his own spit before leaning his head back to let you take control momentarily. “Oh fuck yeah, take this cock baby- raah~.” He moans huskily, his grip on your hips being used to shove you down onto his cock as he thrusts assertively into you from below, making you take every inch of him over and over again.

Your moans echo off the surrounding trees, unable to control your voice with the way your tight, slick walls are hugging his cock just right, making your climax approach with an impossible speed. You lift your knife slowly finally giving his skin some relief, although crimson trials paint his neck and chest dutifully. Raising the knife higher and higher, the more the knot in your core tightens by the second, before a particular brush of his tip against the gummy parts of your cunt has your pussy fluttering around him gleefully. Just as you release your essence on his cock, you bring the knife down swiftly into the chest plate of his vest. “Holy shit!” He exclaims, as his heart doubles in pace before matching its rhythm with his thrusts. Just the adrenaline rush he needed before hastily lifting you off of his cock and releasing his load onto his pelvis.

Your gaze was locked onto the hunting knife semi-lodged into his armored vest, your mixed pants fill the still air as you each attempt to gather yourselves. The severity of the situation then allowed itself to slip into the forefront of your mind. This was still the enemy, and if he weren’t dealt with now, he and his group of demons would only succeed in further wreaking havoc on your home. Your grip on your knife tightened, fist shaking as your nerves became tense. The recom watched you cautiously as he noted the sudden shift in your expression. In an instant your knife is yanked from the confines of his vest, now moving to your feet to stand over him, eyes finally meeting his in that instance. His own eyes showing a similar confliction as you sheath your weapon in its holster across your bosom.

“Do not think because I spare you today, demon that I accept your presence in my home. This is a mercy that will not be granted twice… use it wisely.” The warning rang loud and clear in the recom's head as you turn away with those being your final words to him, unsure of if or when the two of you would ever cross paths.

If there are any more of my past stories you'd like me to post, let me know! I'll try to get in the habit of posting previous stories of mine once a week.

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Kinktober Day 1 - 'Love' Bites | Overstimulation - Astarion x Fem!Reader

Love bites | Overstimulation | Impact play

Coming out the gates strong with 3500+ words for this man. It has not been edited, I have work in the morning, I'm going to bed.

Summary: With the promise of taking you to a quiet little piece of nowhere to forget all the madness of the adventure, Astarion pulls out all the stops to ensure you forget everything, except the pleasure he gives you.

Warnings: NSFW, Blood, Vampire Kink, Overstimulation, Crying, Light Choking, Dirty Talk

You and Astarion had always had an arrangement.

To say you bonded quickly with your party would be an understatement - having the tadpole within your mind and surviving the same crash tends to form that immediate trauma bond. But you and the vampire had formed a deeper understanding of each other much sooner than the others.

That night, so early on in your adventure, when you awoke to the man perched over you, fangs bared and your throat exposed for the taking, things simply couldn’t go back to the status quo.

It fogged your mind the entirety of the next day, the proximity, the adrenaline, the pure, undiluted hunger.

You’ve allowed him to feed from you every night since.

You played it off as trust, at first. Trust in him, a want to have him fully strengthened for battle. Nothing but business.

But it didn’t take long for him to understand your underlying motivation, the reason you allowed yourself to feel drained, exhausted, and weak for each battle moving forward, perpetually distracted by the memory of his lips and teeth at your neck. The memory welcomed the fantasies with open arms, fantasies of his hands wandering as he drank, kissing your lips with your own blood on his own, his fangs sinking into your thighs, before wandering higher…

Still, you were never going to force it. 

So, you allowed him to continue to drink, both aware of the growing tension, both refusing to move further.

Until that changed.

When Astarion came to you, offering for you both to find a “little piece of nowhere”, somewhere to “forget all this madness”, you sure as hell weren’t about to decline.

A chance to get him out of your head was exactly what you needed to think clearly.

Night had long since fallen, as you sat pretending to read one of many absurd tomes Gale had collected throughout the journey. A life of adventuring doesn’t make for the most consistent sleep schedule, and as such awaiting for the entire party to call it a night was practically torment as you tried to ignore the growing heat between your legs.

But no amount of pretending to study the Oral Histories of Faerun could distract you from wondering what pleasures tonight would bring.

When finally, finally, Karlach decided to call it a night, you waited a few moments more before creeping off to where Astarion had told you to meet him.

Any other night it may have been eerie, creeping through the woods unarmed  as the moon rose high in the sky. But all you could feel was the anticipation growing, humming in every nerve of your body like someone had struck you with a Witch Bolt.

Your heart nearly stopped as movement caught your eye.

There, emerging from the trees, already shirtless, was the vampire.

You had seen him in various states of undress before - curing wounds of various weapons and spells will do that. But there was something different about it in this circumstance, seeing him perfectly unscathed, strong and confident from the weeks of draining your life from your veins, silver hair and pale skin hauntingly beautiful in the moonlight.

“There you are,” he spoke lowly, striding slowly towards you. “I’ve been waiting. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”

While the words themselves made you blush, you couldn’t help comment.

“The moment you set eyes on me you had a knife to my throat.”

“Ah,” he sighed, walking slowly around you, bringing his fingers to lightly trail up your arm. “But if you remember, I did notice then and there what a darling neck you had, I just knew it would be heavenly.”

He closed the distance between you, and you could promptly feel his strong form cold against your back, a prominent bulge pressing into you, and his breath on your neck making you lightheaded.

His hand trailed down your neck to trace the marks he had been leaving nightly. “And I was right.”

Despite how little he had done, you had grown so wound up from the endless fantasies from his nights of feeding that you were already weak in the knees.

His left hand lightly began to caress your thigh, as his right takes to untying the strings of your loose shirt, his mouth never stopping.

“You’ve been so helpful these last few weeks darling, allowing me for the first time to indulge in the blood of a human, giving me strength at your expense. You’ve been so good for me too, holding back all those little sounds you’ve been wanting to make, pretending like you don’t get wet just at the thought of me drinking from you, like you don’t get soaked from the moment my lips touch your neck. Hmm?”

Your breathing was already heavy, your thighs already squeezing together in some attempt for stimulation - it was already too much. All you could do was nod, a breathy “yes” escaping you as your shirt is undone, falling to the forest floor.

His hands begin to explore, lightly tracing up your arms, down your stomach, across your collarbone. “And you’ve been working so hard, haven’t you my love? To keep us alive, to keep us all going. You’ve been so helpful to all of us, to me, I think it’s time I take some weight off of those pretty little shoulders.”

Suddenly, forcefully, he spins you around, steadying you by grabbing your hips. You look into the red eyes that gaze at you intently, with an emotion that is so close to something like love, devotion, but feeling just slightly too forced, slightly too uncanny.

That gaze is a problem for another day, you determine, as he sinks to his knees and gazes up at you, untying your trousers.

After all, the love may not be real, but the lust in his eyes sure as hell is.

He makes slow work of the fabric, speaking up at you the entire time.

“Dearest, I intend to do exactly as I promised. I want to repay you for the kindness you’ve given me, the trust you’ve placed in me. Allow me to please you, to make you forget about everything, if only for a night. Will you allow me this?”

You nodded, mutely, as you stepped out of your pants.

He gazed up at you again, eyes drinking you in, darkening as they travel up your body, stopping at between your legs, your chest, your neck.

When his eyes met yours again, he stood up quickly, cupping your cheek and pulling you into a deep kiss.

You had thought about this moment too often.

What he would taste like, how his fangs would feel against your tongue, how his lips would feel against yours. He pulled you into him desperately, and the sensation of your bare chest against his made your head spin, gasping into the kiss as he took full control, kissing you with such a passion that you might have thought there was more to it than a simple need for release, repayment.

He pulled away all too soon, thumb caressing your lower lip as he gazed at you in that absurdly sultry way of his.

“Before I take your breath away,” he breathed out, pausing to kiss your cheek. “I need to know what you want from me darling.” Another pause, a kiss to the jaw now. “Tell me how to please you.” A kiss behind the ear. “Tell me how to make you scream.”

You were barely keeping it together, eyes already fluttering closed.

A sharp bite to the neck, not enough to bleed, but enough to make you gasp, brought you out of it. His red eyes gazed at you intently, awaiting your response.

“I want you to take control,” you speak, feeling as though you’re giving a confession. “I don’t want to think. I want you to drain me of my blood, of my thoughts. Make me cum, make me scream, make me feel so good it hurts, until I’m begging you to stop, Astarion.”

“Oh, darling,” he nearly growled, his hand caressing your cheek. “I'll do just that.”

He spun you again, once again catching you off guard. Within moments, you feel him press up against you again, this time the hardness of his cock being released from his pants, discarded far into the forest you assumed. 

“You mustn’t keep a sound from me, by the way,” he spoke lightly. “I’ll know if you do.”

You aren’t allowed much time to consider that as you feel his lips on your neck, pecking and lightly biting and sucking. His hands trail upwards to cup your breasts, slowly, softly, deeply massaging, as though he’s trying to feel every inch of your skin. His fingers lightly pinch and tug against your peaks, and he leaves soft bites on your neck, never enough to break the skin.

It had only been moments, but you’re whining, and you can feel your wetness dripping down your thigh.

“Astarion, please,” you breathe, hand coming up to lace in his hair in an attempt to force him deeper into your neck.

He just laughed. “Darling I’ve barely touched you and you’re begging. Allow me to take my time with you.”

His left hand stays at your breast as his right once again wanders downward, slowly reaching your inner thigh.

“I can smell it, you know,” he muttered lowly in your ear, and you almost squeak, flushed with embarrassment. “Every time you’re so wet you can barely think, stuck in your little fantasies as I drink from you. You do so well, hiding your wants from me, but I’ve always known, and I’ve always wanted to push it further, to let my hand wander between your pretty little legs and feel just how wet for me you are…”

As he takes a pause, his fingers reach your folds, lightly caressing up and down, circling your clit, and you both sigh.

“Astarion…”

“Hells, you want me so badly don’t you?”

“Please.”

“Oh, I’m not here to deny you, angel. I’ll give you everything you want…”

Without warning, two of his slender, delightfully long digits enter you, and you release a moan louder than you expected.

“Very good,” he praised, fingers thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace, as he resumed his work on your neck. He continued to suck and bite, no doubt leaving a myriad of bruises and marks that you would have to explain away tomorrow.

He growls again, biting a little harder, though still not hard enough to draw any blood, you notice. His fingers within you speed up, spreading in a way that has you choking out another moan.

“I can hear you thinking, darling. That’s not what we want now, is it?”

“No - fuck, there,” you moan deeper, head tilting back as his fingers reach a place in you that is forever out of your reach.

“Oh, good girl,” he purrs, focusing on that one spot. “Good girl, telling me what you want. Focus on your body, darling, not your thoughts. Feel me against you, feel me in you, feel how badly you need that release.”

“Astarion please.”

“Please what, darling?”

“Bite me harder.”

“Oh, not yet my sweet. We have all night for that, and I would quite like to sample the nectar between your thighs before tasting your heavenly blood. But I’ve left such a wonderful piece of work on your neck, now everyone at the camp will know now more than ever that you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” you gasp out, feeling the waves of heat overcome you and your thighs begin to collapse, your release hitting hard and fast at his use of possessive language.

“Very good, darling,” he praised, holding you up as your vision spun. His fingers didn’t cease as you came, immediately riling you back up, moans spilling out of you louder than before. You hadn’t noticed when he had added a third finger, but you felt the stretch as he pushed in, the emptiness when he pulled out.

You needed more, and he was clearly eager to give it to you.

“Lie down, my darling,” he whispered in your ear. “Allow me to worship you further.”

You did so without hesitation, resting back on a relatively flat portion of the forest floor, spreading your legs as Astarion knelt down, bringing your legs up on to his shoulders and staring down hungrily at you.

Despite the ferocity in his eyes, he took his time, kissing from your ankle to your thigh on your left leg, and then your right. The moment you felt your frustration grow to a peak, he bit down, once again leaving marks but never breaking the skin, marking the soft flesh of your thigh.

He teased you for a few moments before the impatience struck him as well, and leaned forward further, licking a long stripe up your folds.

“Oh darling, and I thought your blood was heavenly,” he breathed, and before you could respond, he went to work.

Immediately your hands were in his hair, pulling and pushing in some attempt to regain any sort of sanity in this moment. His tongue worked wonders, knowing exactly how to work inside you before retreating, teasing at your clit, before the vicious cycle repeated. His hands clenched your thighs as though they were a life line, and the moans that left him traveled into the depths of your core.

It didn’t take long, you were already falling over the edge again, now shouting as the pleasure grew blinding.

“I could stay here forever,” you could barely hear him lament, mind fogged. You blinked blearily as you focused on his face that was now above yours, glistening with your release as he grinned ferally, hand briefly coming up to clench at your throat. “But I have more planned for you.”

Despite your exhaustion, you feel the warmth in your core grow, another release of slick as his cock presses up against your folds.

“May I, pet?”

All you can do is moan pathetically, something between “yes” and “please” falling out of you as you weakly nod.

“Darling, you’re a vision,” once again, he strokes your cheek, uncharacteristically loving for the cold vampire. “Completely fucked out, and we haven’t even arrived at the main course.”

With that, you feel him enter you, no resistance give how worked up you are.

You take a moment, joined, as he breathes heavily into your neck and you let out quiet moans, words completely failing you.

“Divine,” he breathes, returning to kiss your neck, the sensitivity of it making you clench around him immediately. “Oh, so divine, darling I could have you for eternity, such a better use of our time than fighting all of these tiresome battles.”

He began to pump in and out of you slowly, your mind spinning from the weight of him on top of you, the sensation of being fucked so deeply, overwhelmed by the afterglow of all that had happened.

And still his words didn’t cease.

“I could keep you forever, a precious little pet, tied to the bed to fuck whenever I wanted. Or perhaps the other way around, I would wait an eternity just for another chance to taste you, to please you. Whatever fantasy you wish darling, we can fulfill it tonight, I swear to you - fuck.”

He picks up the pace as you clench around him yet again, your release not even having a build up, but instead crashing against you like a tsunami. You feel the wetness seep down your thighs, coating where the pair of you connect.

“Ast-ar…” you can barely breathe, and he laughs almost maniacally.

“Very good, darling, just like that. Give in to me. You don’t need a single thought in that head now, focus only on me and let go. You can cum again, you can, for me.”

“Can’t - I can’t…”

“Oh, you can and you will, if you want me to drink from you tonight,” he muttered darkly, and you feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes.

“Astarion.”

“You have to cum again, to get what you want. Just one more time, my darling. One more and you’ll please me so well. You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

You muster up the last of the strength you have, words falling from you without control. 

“Yes, fuck, yes please, Astarion, please I want to come, I want you to bite me, I need to be yours, I need you ~”

It was almost as though your last orgasm hadn’t ended, with how quickly this one had began. An endless torrent that had the tears breaking, pouring down your face and into the dirt. You nearly choked out a scream, clenching around him so tightly that you feel Astarion tense, cursing wildly as you feel a warmth flood you.

You take a moment, trying with all your might to remember how to breathe, mouth gaping, expecting Astarion to move from you any moment.

Instead you shriek as he thrusts again, hand once again curled around your neck, stopping any chance you had at catching your breath.

“We aren’t done,” he growled, your own slick and his cum leaking out of you as he continued to fuck you, harder now, less restrained that before, nothing but pathetic whimpers leaving you. “We are so far from done, my love. You’re mine, you’re mine.”

Finally, what you had been begging for all night came to pass, and his fangs sunk deep into that claimed spot of your neck. You felt the familiar warmth and euphoria as your blood drained into his hungry mouth, his moans reaching a crescendo and hips moving at an inhumane pace.

And he was right.

You were his, blood and body and mind, it was all his. He had consumed every inch of you.

It was incredible, it was numbing, all you could think about was Astarion. Every molecule of you was on fire, and screamed to be connected to him, to never leave this moment, to stay in an eternity of this torment, but after four orgasms and on the verge of a fifth, with the ecstasy of his fangs in your neck, you simply couldn’t continue.

“Too much,” you manage to croak out, tears streaming down your cheeks and your entire body screaming. Your hands grip the vampire's arms tightly when he doesn’t immediately stop, nails biting into his skin. “Too much, stop!”

Immediately the fangs retract and he’s gently pulling out of you, red eyes wide with a hint of a rare expression on his face.

Fear.

“Darling I’m so sorry, did I take too much? I felt you going limp but, hells you’re so delicious I must have been lost in it-”

You shook your head quickly, placing a hand on his chest as you tried to collect your thoughts, tears still streaming.

“No, no, no,” you breathe out, still gasping. “Not the blood, you’re alright. It was too much, I really can’t cum again, it's too much. Too much good, I promise.”

The fear melted away to a more familiar expression, a smug smirk. 

“Oh darling,” he purred, hand trailing up and down your inner thigh in a soothing but teasing manner. “I don’t know about that, you can still manage full sentences. Clearly too much brain power left…and I could go all night.”

“Astarion.”

A rare, genuine chuckle left the man as he began softly stroking your arm and playing with your hair, easing you down from your intense high.

When your breathing leveled out, he began to stand up, and you nearly whined.

Sensing your distress, he waved lightly. “I’ll be but a moment.”

He sauntered away, and you laid back, taking the moment to look up at the stars, basking in the glow of the orgasms and the moon.

He really had done his job, you had to admit to yourself. You were struggling to form a coherent thought.

When he returned, he had clothed himself, and had a small cloth in his hand. Striding over to you he gently knelt down yet again, running it over the blood stains on your neck, the mess between your thighs.

You stared at him, and he caught your look of surprise.

“What?” he asked, an affronted tone. “I know how to treat my lovers, darling.”

“Hmm,” you chuckle, closing your eyes. “Just a softie, I knew it.”

“Hardly,” he huffed, chucking the cloth off to who knows where and pulling you up against his chest. 

He began to play with your fingers, lightly tracing the veins in your hands and up your arms. The pair of you sat in silence for what felt like an eternity, no words passing between you, but a silent understanding growing.

“We ought to go back to the camp,” Astarion eventually broke the peace, smirking at your disappointed expression. His arms encircled you once again, and you tried not to dwell on how good it felt. “Despite your rather loud vocals, I believe the others didn’t hear us, and unless you’d like to explain to them why you aren’t walking properly tomorrow…”

You snort, pushing him off of you. “Goodnight, Astarion.”

“Goodnight, my darling.”

One thing was certain, you noted as you returned to your bedroll, the sun beginning to peak over the horizon. 

You’ll need extra healing from Shadowheart in the morning.

Thank you to @flightlessangelwings for their Kinktober list this year!

[nerdburritos]

I'm starving, darling

summary: you and Astarion decide to play a little game of hide and seek.

pairing: Astarion/f!Reader | Astarion/f!Tav rating: 18+ (MDNI) tags/warnings: blood drinking, explicit sexual content, porn with plot, predator/prey, smut, bodily fluids word count: 2.5k read on ao3: I'm starving, darling

a/n: english isn't my first language so please excuse any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors!

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"I'm home, my treasure." You slowly rose from sleep as these sweet words were whispered into your ear. You had no idea what time it was or when excatly he came home from one of his important meetings he now had on his schedule nearly ever other say since slowly taking over Baldurs Gate.

It started quietly, in the shadows. Getting invited to important political events wasn't hard now, you were the heroes of Baldurs Gate after all, the rest was fairly easy. Astarion slowly slipped into politics, barely noticeable at first - advising here and there, helping out and funding the restoration of the city. Now he sat in the High Council of Baldur's Gate, slowly filling the remaining seats with his people - his personal puppets, dancing just how he liked. No one noticed how influential he actually had become at first, until it was too late. He had slipped into every important part of Baldur's Gate - politics, finance, jurisdiction.

He was no merciless leader but people respected and feared him and that's all Astarion has ever wanted. The Ascended Vampire, a creature of night being able to walk in the blazing sun, enter homes uninvited and enjoy the pleasures of the flesh - most people didn't even dare to question him, it'd be foolish anyways.

You opened your eyes slightly, seeing Astarion towering over you on the bed, caging you in with his strong arms, the soft black, satin blankets clinging to your frame. He was still wearing his outfit from his earlier meeting - a black doublet with gold embroidery and matching slacks, gods how you loved that outfit on him.

"Good meeting?" you asked while slowly wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him close. Astarion immediately buried his head into your neck, breathing in your scent, placing gentle kisses over your collarbone.

"Mh-hm." he mumbled, still buried in your neck while he placed his hands on your waist, pulling yor body closer to him. "Such fools, all of them." Your gentle giggles were quickly interrupted by a moan as Astarion started to lick from your collarbone up to your ear, where he gently nibbled on your earlobe with his sharp fangs, making you shiver in anticipation - he was eager.

"How about some dessert?" Astarion whispered into your ear, making his way down your neck again, nibbling and kissing… he wanted to feed, obviously. You smirked, quite in the mood for riling him up a little.

"No." You simply said, grabbing his head and pulling him away from your neck. The look upon his face said it all - red eyes wide open in surprise, a mix of "what?" and "how dare you?" written all over his face.

"Oh, my love, your forget yourself. You're in no position to deny me. I know you want it, darling." Astarion whispered again in that deep, rumbling voice of his. You quicky jumped out of bed before he had a chance to pounce on you, making your way on the other side of the room, giggling like a little girl. Astarion smirked.

"Hmm, so you want to play a game, little love? Very well, I'll indulge you." He slowly unfastened the cufflinks on his doublet, sending you seductive looks - by the Nine Hells, this man was a vision. "So, how about this: you run and hide and I'll try to find and catch you. I'll give you a head start of 5 minutes, only within the palace, no gardens." He ran a hand trough his fluffy white curls and you nodded. "And when I catch you, you'll be all mine, like it's supposed to be." Astarions red eyes bore right into yours and you nodded. All his.

"Very well then, run off, my love. I'll see you soon." You immediately took off, running down the hall, figuring out where to hide. You knew the palace inside out but so did Astarion. You had to switch your hiding places after a certain time, that much was clear, you had to win! Astarion was a sore loser, so seeing the absolute disbelief on his face would be priceless. You suddenly heard the door of your shared bedroom shut in the distance, has it already been five minutes or was he cheating already?

You quickly hid in the old storage closet, it was fairly empty with the expetion of some old boxes and a few brooms, a bad hiding spot but it had to suffice for now. Astarion slowly made his way down the corridor, whisteling a gentle tune, already sure of his victory and thinking about all the delectable things he might do to you later. He continued to stroll down the corridor with his hands buried in the pockets of his slacks until he suddenly heard gentle movements from the laudry chamber next to him and smirked. How convenient. Sure it must be his little treasure inside, he ripped open the doors and stared right into the face of a shocked maid.

"Lord Ancunìn! How can I be of service?" she stuttered, right in the middle of folding the bedsheets, clearly not expecting his sudden appearance.

"Have you seen my consort, maid?" He snapped, already on edge. This was most embarrassing.

"I-i think Lady Ancunìn went further into the west wing, my Lord." Astarion slammed the door shut and made his way towards the west wing while you quietly removed yourself from the storage closet and headed into the opposite direction, quite sure of your victory but your inner celebration came to a quick halt as fast steps approached you. It was him but how? How did he know?

You quickly ran down the corridor and into Astarion's private study, the footsteps getting closer and closer. You were pretty sure that he used his vampiric powers to find you - that cheating bastard, he just couldn't bare to lose this silly, little game. The study didn't offer any good hiding spots either but you had no way out, Astarion was propably right behind you, you'd be running straight into his arms and you'd never hear the end of it. You slilently tucked yourself into a corner of the room, casting invisibilty just in time as the door swung open and Astarion stepped in, looking quite confused as the room appeared empty. He slowly shut the door, locking it - he knew you were still here.

"You can come out now, little love. There is nowhere to go." He chuckled, walking across the room and settling himself on the edge of his desk, leaning slightly back, waiting patiently - he knew the invisbility spell you propably casted was going to wear off soon. He proceeded to teasingly unbutton his doublet, eyes glancing across the room. By the gods, you wanted him but you were not ready to give up just yet, you still had about thirty seconds of invisibility left.

You quietly snuck to the door and teleported yourself out of the room - Astarion immediately noticed and ran after you, the doublet now open and his bare chest on full display. He saw you run across the corridor right in front of him as your invisibility slowly faded and let out a dark chuckle, he was enjoing this hunt massively. While your stamina was not bad, you were terribly aware that you could never outrun a Vampire, let alone an ascended one, Astarion was letting you get away with it, he was playing with you. You sprinted around the corner and came face to face with a wall, shit. You forgot that you closed off the entire wing that led down to the ritual chamber, only Astarion was able to enter and said Vampire was now right behind you, slowly getting closer and closer with a predatory smile.

"There you are, my little treat." You pressed your back against the wall, giving him a shy look, hoping you might get away with it. "Now, don't be coy." This was obviously not working, he seemed to be immunue to your charm so you had to beat him at his own game, that was your only hope now so you let him approach, playing the part of the poor, weak consort who just lost their silliy little game, his own damsel in the distress who needed a big, strong Vampire Lord to save her day. Astarion's protectiveness and his need to play your big, strong consort was a major turn-on for both of you. He loved to show off how powerful he was in comparison to you, knowing he could easily overpower but keep you safe anytime.

"Aww, don't pout." Astarion teased. "Don't you dare to give me an attitude now, my pet." He pressed you further into the wall, sure of his victory. You gave him a coy smile, placing your arms around his neck and Astarion was sure you were about to give in but you suddenly slipped down, crawling through his spreaded legs, freeing yourself and running away, laughing.

"Cheeky little pup." Astarion chuckled. "You want to play dirty? Fine, 'cause I love it dirty." He used his powers to teleport himself right in front of you, managing to elict a shocked gasp out of you.

"Cheater!" you yelled, ready to push him away but he immediatly grabbed your hands, pulling you into his naked chest.

"You're quite the insolent little pup today, my treasure." Astarion pushed you into the nearest wall, securing your arms above your head with one hand while the other made his way down your body, immediately cupping the sensitive spot between your legs - you let out a loud gasp. "My my, is this getting you all excited, my pet?" He leaned closer, whispering in your ear now. "Is this getting you all wet?" Astarion pushed his thigh between your legs, settling you down while still pressing you against the wall, making you whimper with need. He grabbed your hips and began moving them up and down his thigh, creating a dangerous friction between your legs and you let the most pathetic moan escape our mouth, Astarion laughed.

"Look at you, precious thing, you do want this." He gently nuzzled your neck, teasing the column of your throat with gentle kisses and the occasional suck while you continued to grind on his thigh, working yourself up more and more. Your sweet moans were nearly enough for him, he quickly freed himself from his slacks, giving his already hard cock a few gentle strokes while he continued to lick that delicious throat of yours. Your breath started to quicken, you were close and Astarion removed his thigh and pushed your dress up to your hips.

"By the Nine Hells…" he breathed as he saw your black thong, all lace, his absolute weakness. He deftly pushed the flimsy material to the side and ran a gentle finger through your folds, gathering some wetness before settling on your bundle of nerves, cicling it slowly.

"Oh Astarion…I'm gonna…" He immediately removed his fingers, one hand cupping your breast instead, gently teasing your hard nipple with firm, circling strokes of his thumb while the other one grabbed the base of your throat, applying gentle pressure, not enough to completly cut off your air supply but just enough to be noticeable.

"Oh no, my love, not yet." The hand teasing your breast moved downwards, grabbing his hard cock once more and slowly guiding himself closer to your aching pussy. He gently coated himself in your juices, letting the head run through your slit, teasing you and making you whine in anticipation before pushing just the tip inside of you. It took all of his strength not to take you hard and fast right now but he intended to drag this out, make you suffer.

"Astarion…fuck…." you whimpered, trying to move your hips closer to his, to slide him all the way inside but he kept you pressed against the wall.

"Tsk, tsk, good girls ask before they take what they want. You are my good girl, aren't you, precious?" he teased, gently cicling your clit with his thumb, biting his lower lip with his fangs on full diplay. You nodded vigorously. "Then tell me."

"Please…please, Astarion…"

"Please what, my love?"

"You've won! Please fuck me!"

"Well, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked arrogantly, placing gentle kisses on your neck again before finally sheathing his fangs into your throat and pushing his cock inside of you. Astarion moaned gently around your throat, sending shivers down your spine as he took generous gulps of your blood while pushing in and out of you at a tantalizing slow speed.

"That's a good girl." He felt your pussy flutter around him - gosh, the praise was really doing it for you and your blood began to taste even sweeter - your impending climax so close he could practically taste it.

"Fuck, you're being so good for me, my pet." Astarion took one more gulp before freeing his now blood-stained fangs from your neck, licking across the puncture marks to clean them. He now stared right into your eyes with his beautiful red ones, continuing his sweet, sweet praise while he slowly pushed in and out of you.

"You like that, don't you? The way my cock feels inside of you, like you were made for me." All you could do was moan and cling closer to him. "Fucking. Perfect." He slid out and pushed back in hard with every word, he was slowly losing control, getting closer and closer.

"Yes, my love, that's it." Astarion praised as he felt your pussy getting tighter. "Come for me." You saw stars as he started to tease your clit oh so gently once again and shattered around him. You felt yourself gushing, coating his cock with your release and blushed but Astarion seemed to quite enjoy it.

"Oh my pet, you've made such a mess for me, fuck…" His thrust were getting harder, sloppier, his breathing quickened. You placed your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer while resting your forehead on his, gently moaning.

"Please come inside me." You begged breathless, knowing this might send him over the edge. Saying that Astarion had a breeding kink might be far-feteched, he wasn't fond of children, he didn't even particularly like them, not to mention that a Vampire can't sire children, not even an ascended one but the thought of your pussy dripping with his release was enough. You pushed yur hips against his, helping him along and placed one of your hands on his defined chest, gently teasing his nipple.

"Oh fuck, little love, I'm gonna come…" Astarion's moan was the most beautiful thing on earth, you thought, you loved how vocal he was during sex, never above mentioning how good he felt or letting the occasional dirty talk slip in. Sex with Astarion was far from boring or vanilla. "Fuck." he nearly whimpered as he spilled inside you, his sloppy thrusts coming to a halt, his chest now pressed right on yours. You felt his hot breath on our neck as he buried is head into your shoulder, slowly coming down from his height.

You slipped your hands in his soft, white hair, slowly massaging his scalp and playing with his curls, feeling quite content and relaxed.

"Bath, my love?" he mumbled into your shoulder, already grabbing the back of your thighs, hoisting you up into his arms. You nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you down the corridor.

[kinktober2023]

The prompt list for Kinktober 2023 is here! As always, we will be creating an ao3 collection, closer to the event. Prompts are just suggestions; feel free to mix or match any days, shuffle the order, or even do your own ideas. The main point is that you get out there and create something in the month of October.

This year, we have a bonus prompt list! Further information on that can be found in the google doc.

[ravenemore]

Kinktober day 1 - Leather and Latex

[gamergirl-niffler]

A Day Off || Erasermic x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v x2), double penetration, pet names (Songbird and Kitten), double creampies

Synopsis: In a steamy moment, Shota, Hizashi, and their girl find solace in each other's arms

A/N: Hello Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Little Niffler is here to deliver yet another steamy work! Hope you will Enjoy! Today's prompt: Threesome

🎤Masterlist🐱

Mornings were always your favorite. Every day, it was calm and nice. Music played quietly in the background, as you didn't want to wake up your two beloved Pros, who needed well-deserved rest after a long night of work.

Thankfully, it was one of the rare days when they could just have a day off and rest. So you decided to prepare them a warm, tasty coffee to start the morning. Dressed in just panties and a long t-shirt, you walked around the kitchen.

Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist, startling you a little. At first, you thought that Shota couldn't sleep, as usual, but long, blond hair falling all over you told you otherwise. "Good morning, Hizashi," you hummed, reaching back to stroke his hair. "Someone forgot to tie his hair when he got home."

He laughed at your words and nodded, sighing deeply. "Good morning, songbird. I was too tired; all I wanted was to snuggle with people I love. Shota is still out cold. Hey, did you listen yesterday?"

You turned in his arms and nodded. "What a silly question. You know I always listen to your radio show."

"What did I do to deserve such a loyal listener?"

"Guess you were just lucky enough," you shrugged and let out a surprised whimper when Hizashi suddenly kissed you. Someone was needy first thing in the morning, not that you minded, of course. It was more than welcome. You returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

After pulling away, you looked at him. "We can't leave our grumpy cat out. He will complain later."

Yamada smiled. "Go to him then, songbird. I'll join the two of you soon."

You sneaked into your shared bedroom and got into bed next to Shota. Luckily for you, he had a habit of sleeping shirtless.

Your lips placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and then you moved them down to his neck before traveling even further down to his chest. This stirred him awake as you positioned yourself between his legs, planting more kisses on his lower belly.

Shota groaned and looked down at you. "That's a nice way to wake up, kitten. Where's the loud one?"

"He will join us soon. Don't worry, just enjoy," you purred, pulling down his sweatpants and freeing his cock, which now stood proudly against his belly. Your mouth watered at the simple sight of him. You wrapped your lips around his tip before taking more of his length into your mouth, your hand cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze once in a while.

He moaned, moving hand into your hair, praising you and pushing you just a little bit.

"And I am called the needy. Yet you push her down on your cock first thing in the morning," Hizashi looked at the two of you, enjoying the view of you between Shota's legs, swallowing his cock almost fully. He sat next to Shoto and pushed his hand into your hair, pulling it back. "Oh, I almost forgot. Good morning to you, grumpy," Hizashi chuckled and pulled him into a kiss.

You moaned at the sight and slipped his cock out of your mouth, simply watching them.

The blond man chuckled, looking at you. "Well, well, well. Look at that! Our songbird enjoys watching us like this, huh? Do you remember what we talked about yesterday?"

You just blinked, confused, while Shota nodded. "Oh, yes, and since we all are awake, let's do it."

Before you knew it, they were both on their feet with you sandwiched between their bodies. Your shirt and panties were just thrown onto the floor, together with their clothes.

Shota was in front with your legs comfortably wrapped around his waist, while Hizashi was behind you, gently squeezing and playing with your breasts. "So, as we discussed yesterday, I think she deserves two. Do you think she can handle it?"

"Sure she can. She's our lovely kitten, and it won't be the first time," the other man shrugged.

You gasped and looked at them, completely confused about what they were talking about. "What are you... Fuck!" you moaned, taken aback by the sensation of two cocks pushing into you.

Your head rested against the blond's shoulder as you did your best to relax and accommodate their cocks. They both penetrated you fully, and you all let out deep sighs in unison as they filled you.

"Such a good kitten, taking us both like a pro," Shoto praised as they started to move, making you moan loudly. "I wonder how loud she can sing for us today. I want to make that pretty voice go hoarse from screaming our names," Hizashi purred, wrapping his hand around your throat.

Every thrust made you whimper, the way they both filled you so perfectly, your walls squeezing around their cocks, gradually building that knot in your lower belly.

Shota smiled. "Look at our kitten, so cute. Getting pleasured by two men at once and enjoying it," he laughed and kissed you while Hizashi's hand moved around your waist to stimulate and tease your clit. "Be a good songbird and cum for us."

You moaned into the kiss as your feet curled, and they started to thrust even harder. Two men satisfying you, with your clit being stimulated, made the tension in your belly snap as you reached a climax with a loud moan.

They both groaned at how tightly your walls squeezed around both of them. "Wow, Kitten," Shota moaned and kissed you deeply as he released his warm, sticky cum inside you. Hizashi pulled your head away from Shota and kissed you as he climaxed as well.

You pulled away from him, gasping deeply, and looked between them. "You two will be the death of me. Put me down, now."

They slowly withdrew from you, but Shota kept you in his arms. "Now, we can go back to sleep. I am even more tired than I was before," he muttered and laid down, placing you next to himself.

"Oh, come on, Sho! It's our day off! Staying home isn't my style! We could go out and enjoy each other's company!" Blond complained, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Or we could just rest and cuddle so the two of you can, for once, properly recover from working too much," you said, tilting your head.

Hizashi looked a little annoyed that you didn't agree with him but soon nodded, joining you two and laying on your other side. "Guess the songbird is right."

Smiling, you hugged them both. The three of you soon slipped into a nice, long, and much-needed nap.

[thepaperpanda]

Morning Dragon || Neuvillette x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampies, anal, fingering, dragon Neuvillette

Synopsis: Your dear Chief Justice really needs your attention first thing in the morning

Author: Cass

A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Today's prompt: Morning sex

Masterlist

Neuvillette, just like other dragons, went through the times when he was much needier for love of his beloved mate.

You were sure you helped him calm down this urge a night before, but you were oh so wrong.

As you slept on your side, two rough, clawed hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close against a strong chest. 

"Mon amour. Wake up. I need you," Neuvillette muttered, nibbling at your shoulder, teasing the still fresh bite marks that adored your skin.

You sighed, slowly walking up. "My love. Didn't I get it all out of your system last night?" 

He shook his head, nuzzling to your neck. You could feel his palm pressing you close against his chest, your butt pressed against his hard, impressive cock.

"Oh love. How could I say no to you? you hummed, reaching back to stroke his hair.

Neuvillette let out a loud, deep purr, moving your leg over his hip to give himself access to your pussy. He didn't waste more time and pushed his cock past your entrance, immediately filling you up to the brim, giving you an impressive bulge in your belly. 

"F-Fuck..." You moaned, still not fully awake but thanks to his strong thrusts you quickly shook off the last bits of sleep that still clouded your mind.

He snapped his hips, each thrust was accompanied by a loud growl as he chased his much-needed release. His big hand cupped the bulge in your tummy, giving it just the right amount of pressure, building up your pleasure.

You felt as if he was going to split you in half with that massive dragon cock of his, yet the feeling was one of a kind. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your climax, and from his rapid breath you could tell he was getting close too.

Just a few strong thrusts later, he filled your insides with his white, sticky cum to the point it was leaking out despite you still being stuffed full of his cock.

But Neuvillette wasn't done with you, oh no. He needed even more.

"Such a good dragon," you hummed as he slowly pulled out of your tight pussy and then, without warning, he decided to use your other hole just as he pleased. Big cock pushed past a tight ring of muscles, his cum mixed with your juices made it much easier. He claimed your asshole with hard thrusts.

You moaned loudly at the sudden feeling of the stretch, your eyes filling up with tears from the mix of pain and pleasure, "N-Neuvillette... Fuck. Oh, my Archons!"

Neuvillette snarled against your shoulder. The hand that was previously pressing on your belly now moved between your legs and two fingers slipped into your cum-filled entrance.

This amount of stimulation made you whine his name like a prayer as you tried to desperately grab onto him. His clawed fingers, filling and carefully caressing your squishy walls and huge cock filling your other hole brought you closer to your climax with every thrust of his hips. It didn't take much for the knot in your stomach to snap, letting your climax wash over you in a big wave of pleasure.

Neuvillette smiled, hearing your whimpers while your walls squeezed his fingers hard. He pulled his digits out and immediately replaced them with his member, setting a strong, hard pace, not giving you a moment to calm down. His thrusts were deep and strong, and he was snapping his hips despite your whines and begs for him to stop and let you rest.

But your whimpers and pleas fell upon deaf ears as he hammered into you, chasing his own release. All the sweet sounds you made sounded like the finest symphony and led him right to his own high.

With a loud growl, Neuvillette snapped his hips one last time, pushing himself deep into your core to fill you up once again this morning. 

Once the burning need completely left his body, he purred, nuzzling to your neck while stroking your belly. "My love. Thank you for this."

Slowly, he pulled away, you shivered from the sensitivity and the amount of cum spilling out.

You sighed and turned around, cupping his cheek with a soft smile. "Do you feel better?"

Neuvillette nodded, grasping your hand and nuzzling to it with a low hum. "Yes. All thanks to you, my love. Forgive me if I hurt you."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be fine, but I am happy I could help you," you whispered.

"This is the best way to start the day. Good morning, my love," he summed and kissed you. 

You only laughed against his lips and gladly returned the kiss.

[lizard-on-a-window-pane]

okay, here it is. oh my god, i don't know how this happened, but it just flowed out, and especially given it's supposed to be the first time, i wanted it to flow without feeling rushed. i hope it's not too long and that you like it!! thanks so much for reading!

(goes without saying given the content, but do NOT interact if you're a minor!!)

Remus x Reader x Sirius

request: 5. first time, 16. threesome, 29. anal/rimming with Sirius and Remus

word count: 4.1k (not completely proofread, sorry, wrote it all tn)

link to prologue!

The responding silence is suffocating. 

Squirming, not looking at either of them, you whisper, “Is that weird?” 

At your seeming upset, they both immediately come closer to you, comforting you on instinct.

“No, baby, not at all,” says Sirius. Great — Sirius calling you baby would definitely be replaying in your head later. 

Remus inches the slightest bit closer to you, eliminating any distance left between you. Hesitantly, he reaches for your hand. Once it’s in his, his thumb caressing the back of it, he speaks. 

“You know…” 

You look up at him. His eyes bore into yours, but after a moment, you’re surprised to see his shoot to Sirius’s.

“If you wanted…” he continues, eyes traveling between the two of you. 

“I mean I would be into…” He keeps trailing off, and you honestly don’t know where he’s going with it. The same doesn’t seem true of Sirius, whose eyebrows have sprung up in surprise and seeming interest.

Remus clears his throat once then musters the courage to continue, “The three of us could… you know…” He nods between the two of you. “If you wanted,” he tacks on, much more quickly. 

It hits you like jumping into a freezing pool. 

You look from one to the other and back; they are staring intently at you, hanging on your next words, sparing the occasional glance at each other. 

You nod, your body reacting before your words. They both lean in, absorbed but unsure, and when you whisper a soft “okay…,” you feel a collective exhale of relief emanate as if from all three of you at once.

Remus’s eyebrows shoot up; his mouth opens. Sirius’s distinctive smirk sneaks slowly onto his face. You bite your lip, the corners of your lips edging upward. 

“You both want to?” you ask them. 

“Definitely” and “Fuck yes” you hear simultaneously. 

“How… how do we…?” You’re not quite sure how or even what to ask. 

“We can figure it out, yeah?” Sirius smiles. “Just talk it through as we go. We’re pretty good at that,” he chuckles proudly. 

Nodding, laughing from both excitement and nerves, Remus adds, “Why don’t we start by going to a bed?” 

You and Sirius nod, and the three of you rush into Sirius’s bedroom. 

You’re all three awkwardly standing at the foot of the bed. You laugh and cover your face with your hands. Each of them grabs one of your hands and pulls them down. 

“No hiding, beautiful,” whispers Sirius, coming close to you and… not stopping. His eyes widen in question, and when you nod, he brings his lips to yours softly. 

It’s only soft for the first taste, however. Soon it’s hungry and moaning. His hand clasps your face, and his cold rings — among other sensations — send shivers down your body. 

As soon as you’ve found a rhythm, it feels like, he’s pulling off you. You open your eyes and see Remus tugging Sirius’s shoulder with one hand, his other still holding yours. Sirius chuckles darkly and moves aside slightly. Without ado, Remus devours your mouth. 

You feel his arms come around your hips, pulling you close, and you moan into him. Remus moans back, but it’s Sirius who whispers, “Fuuck.” You both look at him, three grins blooming at the sight of the other two. 

“C’mere,” Sirius goes on and, taking both of you by the hand, he pulls the three of you onto the bed, kneeling facing each other. 

They take turns making out with you. All three of you have started shedding your outermost layers of clothes.

“Can we take this off, love?” Remus whispers hoarsely, pulling apart from your lips, tugging on your top. You nod heavily, already drunk on your lust. He pulls it over your head, leaving you in your bra. His hands immediately knead your breasts. 

“Fuck, you’re incredible.” He keeps kissing you, kneading you, then works his mouth down your jaw, your neck. Your eyes are closed, immersed in the pleasure, but you register the sound of a zipper on the other side of you. You peak at Sirius, who’s quickly discarding his trousers, a huge bulge now visible in his pants. 

Remus pulls the cup of your bra down and sucks your nipple. You yelp in shocked pleasure. Sirius’s responding chuckle is dark and hungry.

“Alright, Rem, you’re not the only one who’s been dreaming of her tits, mate.” He walks on his knees across the bed closer to you, now clad only in his pants. “I thought you were the one who was good at sharing,” he jokes. 

Remus is sporting a shit-eating grin at his best mate’s antics, and you can tell he’s glad the three of you are falling into your usual rhythms… despite your unusual activity. 

Smirking, his face still nuzzling your chest, he replies, “There’s two; we don’t have to share, idiot.” Sirius barks a laugh at this and wastes no time pulling down the other bra cup. 

First he lets his eyes drink in the sight of you, his hand groping you, playing with you. He watches Remus licking at your other nipple with enthralled eyes. He looks at your face and keeps eye contact as he bends down and rolls his tongue all around your free nipple. Your body literally shakes at the contact and the sight before you. 

Both of them chuckle at this, and they share a mischievous, self-satisfied look, but neither lets up on mouthing at you. You bring your hands up and entwine one in each of their hair, scratching at their scalps and pulling them impossibly closer. 

Remus unclasps your bra, and they detach only long enough to slip it off. 

Sirius is teasing you, nipping lightly then biting with focused teeth. Remus gets rougher, sucking you harshly. You’re whimpering loudly; they’re moaning into your chest.

Then Sirius licks up your sternum and neck, sucks momentarily on your earlobe, then whispers there, “‘M gonna take these off now, sweetheart.” He tugs at your waistband. “That okay?” 

You nod vehemently, and his grin takes up its now seemingly permanent place on his face. 

Remus pulls off you and begins shifting out of his own clothes while Sirius undoes your button and zipper. You shimmy out of the the trousers. All three of you are now matchingly only in pants, and neither of them can help but palm at their prominent erections. 

You don’t even know where to start, wanting to do too many things at once, so you just look back and forth between them. At the sight of their nearly naked bodies and their entirely rapt expressions, you literally feel your wetness oozing out of you. You unthinkingly rub your thighs together, and both pairs of eyes in front of you immediately shoot down toward the movement.

Sirius shuffles over and gets behind you; Remus comes close in front. 

Sirius pulls your hair aside and starts mouthing at your neck. One hand playing with your hair, the other wrapping around you and playing roughly with your breasts.

Both of Remus’s hands come around you, groping your arse and pulling your body to his. He starts kissing you, his tongue eager against yours. 

Your hands take turns exploring in front of you and behind. Pulling their hair, tracing their muscles and scars, squeezing their bare skin. 

Remus moves to your neck as well, and it’s deliciously too much having them there, one on each side. 

Wandering hands reach between your legs. You’re not sure which of them it is until Sirius remarks, “Fucking hell you’re wet. You’ve completely soaked through your knickers, baby.” He cups your heat, and there’s a quiet squelching sound. 

You just moan affirmatively in response, overwhelmed and wanting all at once.

“You feel so good,” you say. “Feel so fucking good…”

“Yeah, baby,” Sirius responds into your ear, still mouthing at your neck. “We’re going to make you feel so fucking good. We haven’t even come close yet.” You whimper at his words.

Remus’s strong hands come to your hips and guide you down. You let him manipulate your body without resistance, your muscles already feeling relaxed and weak. He pulls your knickers off you. 

For a fraction of a moment, you worry you’ll feel too vulnerable exposed like this in front of them. But when you see their faces, drowning in looking at you, you feel the opposite.

You open your legs wider at the sight of them staring intently at you, and it drives them mad. Remus’s eyes and head roll back, his bottom lip bitten harshly to hold back a moan; Sirius’s hands immediately shoot down, one pulling his pants off, the other stroking his ready member roughly. 

They look at each other then at you. 

“Do you want us to…” Remus starts but stops, looking between you and Sirius. “What if we…” he begins again, looking around your bodies excitedly, but he doesn’t finish his proposition. Sirius just squints at him in anticipation. You lean up on your elbows, looking up at them.

“Do you like anal?” Remus finally blurts at you, with less aplomb than he probably intended. He winces slightly at his lack of poise.

“I…” you start but choke on your words.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” he follows quickly, eyes wide. “I was just thinking about how we could do it. That way we could both… you know —” he nods down at your crotch then at his “— at the same time.” Your eyes widen exaggeratedly at the suggestion. 

You’d never had a threesome before, less of all been penetrated doubly. 

“Whatever you want!” he yells at your terrified look, his hands coming up in a conciliatory gesture. “Whatever you want, of course,” he repeats more calmly. 

Sirius is quiet, transfixed, looking between you, waiting anxiously. 

You think about it for a moment, sitting up. 

“I…” you start again. 

“Hey, hey,” Remus’s voice is much gentler now, his hand caressing your face. “If you don’t want to do anything else, that’s fine. Obviously.”

“No, it’s not that.” You grab his hand and kiss it gently. “I don’t want to stop. I just have never… done… that. So, I’m nervous is all.”

“We’ll take it slow. Get you ready first. And if you don’t like it — any of it — you just tell us, and we stop, yeah?” He looks over his shoulder for back up, and Sirius is easily agreeing with everything he says. You nod slowly. 

“Okay. I want to. I really want to.” The last sentence comes out more of a whine as you look back and forth between them. “Just take it slow, yeah?”

“‘Course, darling, of course.” Remus kisses your forehead then pecks your lips. “Let’s work our way up,” he whispers, more teasingly again, and you feel his hand snake up your inner thigh from your knee up to your soaking folds. “Lay back, love. Relax. Just talk to us, yeah? Whatever you like.” 

Nodding, you look back toward Sirius and see him still watching you, his hand on his cock but stroking only very slowly. He leans in at your eye contact and kisses you ardently. You hold his face to you and pour yourself into his kiss. 

Remus’s fingers begin teasing your folds, moving slowly up and down, gathering your wetness, putting more pressure toward the top. Getting your clit nice and wet, he starts rubbing circles there, and you moan into Sirius’s mouth. Sirius chuckles and sucks on your bottom lip, releasing it with a pop, and looking down at Remus’s ministrations.

He kisses down your chest and begins mouthing at your tits as Remus continues massaging your cunt. 

With Sirius sucking and licking at your nipples, you buck into Remus’s large hand. He pushes his palm against you addictively then works a long finger toward your entrance. 

Slowly and steadily, he pushes in. You’re so wet and turned on that he’s met with no resistance. On the contrary, your cunt seems to suck his finger in, and you hear him moan “fucck” as he pushes in two fingers instead of one. 

Sirius leans back and watches Remus’s hand. A loud wetness sounds in the quiet room as Remus picks up his pace. Sirius brings his hand down too and rubs circles on your clit as Remus fingers you. Your back arches in pleasure, and as they continue, it doesn’t take long for you to feel the familiar tingles of an approaching orgasm. 

You nod ardently and clutch the sheets beside you. 

“Please, please, please,” you whimper. “I’m close.”

Remus puts a third finger in and curls them perfectly as he does; Sirius rubs harder and slightly faster; you cum hard. 

You let out a strangled sounding yell of pure pleasure, and they keep up their movements until you’re shivering. They slow down but keep touching you. 

Sirius looks from your soaked cunt to your face and pleads, “I want to eat you out.”

You moan and nod, an aftershock of excitement shooting through you at the mere thought of it. 

He shifts down, getting comfortable between your legs. Remus shuffles up, pulling your top into his lap. Watching Sirius intently, he plays with your hair, your tits, any part of you he can reach and caress. 

Sirius licks a slow, thorough stripe all the way up your folds, swirling his tongue at your clit. 

“Oh my god! Fuck!” you shiver. 

He moans into your cunt, exploring. He’s slow but puts perfect pressure. He sucks on your lips and licks into your entrance. 

Once he has your thighs shaking and your breath panting, he looks comes up for air and gruffly tells you, “You taste —” he gives another lick “absolutely incredible, baby.”

It’s Remus who responds, “Fuuuck.” Your eyes shoot toward him, and he looks almost pained from how turned on he is. 

Sirius chuckles, watching Remus. 

“C’mere. You have to taste her,” he invites. Remus immediately shifts. He’s gentle laying you down next to him but quick and harsh positioning himself so that his face hovers over your cunt. He’s almost forehead to forehead with Sirius, upside down from your perspective. 

His hips are next to your head, and you reach over and grab his still-clothed bulge. He shakes in response and looks down at you with lidded eyes. Quickly, he pulls his pants off then gets back in position. You begin stroking him slowly, and low whimpers escaping his mouth, he connects it with your lower lips. He licks and sucks enthusiastically.

He’s faster than Sirius. Not better or worse, just different. From the moment they put their mouths on you, you’ve been fascinated to get to know their individual quirks, to feel them explore you, each in their own way. You want to explore their bodies, too, but it’s all too much right now, and if their throbbing erections have anything to suggest about it, you’ll have another chance.

When Remus reaches your clit next, sucking slightly, you suddenly feel another tongue at the opposite end of your folds. Sirius licks around your entrance, and both of them eating you out at once is the best sensation you’ve felt probably ever.

They develop a rhythm with each other, both pleasuring you, but as you watch, Sirius keeps licking up further than your cunt to where his face meets Remus’s. He brings his tongue to Remus’s lips, not pushing it until the other man reacts. Without hesitation, Remus sucks Sirius’s tongue into his mouth. It’s hard to say whose moan is louder. 

They start making out right above your heat, and you’re surprised at how incredibly hot you find it. 

They continue passionately, and Sirius, not breaking apart from Remus, reaches down and rubs you as they kiss. Remus works his way down Sirius’s defined jaw, his mouth exploring the other man’s neck. Sirius looks at you and shoots you a wink. You smile back and bite your lip again, thoroughly enjoying the show.

You’re curious to see how they’ll react when they break apart. They do but keep their faces close, staring into each other’s eyes, each gauging the other’s reaction. 

“Wasn’t really expecting that to happen,” Remus confesses. 

“Glad it did?” Sirius asks, he’s characteristically playful, but you — and you’re sure Remus too — can hear a slight nerve under the surface.

In response, Remus simply grabs Sirius’s face between his hands and pulls him back to his lips for a short but delicious kiss. When it ends, Sirius’s expression is a mixture of love-struck and puppy dog. 

They turn, grinning, back toward you, and you sit up, pull them close and kiss them continuously. 

Soon, Remus whispers for you to turn around. Unsure but completely trusting him, you do. His hands guide your body until you’re on your hands and knees with them behind you. 

“We’re gonna work you open a bit, yeah?” he asks gently. “So it doesn’t hurt.” Looking behind you, you nod at them. 

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but Remus’s mouth on your arsehole was definitely not it. You jump in response, and he has to hold your hips to keep you in place, but the expression on his face when you turn effuses how amused he is at your reaction, and how enthusiastic he is at his current position. 

His large hands come to your arsecheeks and spread them wider. His tongue circles your ring of muscle playfully several times before dipping in the slightest bit. 

He continues working your hole diligently, and you can feel his mouth on you as you feel the weight of the bed shift. You look under you and see Sirius shuffling underneath Remus. Remus separates from you momentarily and straddles Sirius. Sirius shimmies up until his face is directly below your cunt. 

They share a heated look. Remus leans down, kisses Sirius quickly, then reattaches himself to his previous attentions. Sirius leans up and starts eating you out. It’s indescribable.

You start riding his face in earnest, and each time you bounce down onto his eagerly waiting mouth, you bounce back into Remus’s on the way up. Before you know it, Remus is tongue-fucking you easily. 

He continues a few moments, his swirling tongue making you squirm, then he kneels up and brings his hand to your now-weeping hole. You slow your movements to help his. 

He brings his hand to his mouth but stops, a dark and delightful look appearing on his face. He instead brings his fingers to Sirius’s mouth, who happily obliges. Sirius sucks Remus’s fingers until they’re perfectly wet. 

Remus works his finger into your arsehole ever so slowly, moving it around after you’ve adjusted to it. He continues opening you up, Sirius aiding him by continuing to rub your clit. They keep at it until Remus can add a second finger, and more and more pleasure continues until a third barely, tightly fits as well. 

Remus retreats from you, and you turn a bit more toward them. 

“You ready?” he asks. 

“Yes,” you respond easily. You’re still nervous, but you trust them both entirely, and you’re extremely curious to know what it will feel like. You’re already incredibly surprised at how good the mere preparation felt.

“You wanna slide up?” Remus asks Sirius, and Sirius eagerly does so, quickly reaching in his bedside table before sliding under you. You straddle him easily and smile down at him. 

“Hi,” you tease, and laughing, he leans up and kisses you hard. 

“Hi, beautiful,” he says. His hands come to your hips, aligning you with his. “Ready?” You nod.

He hands one of the condoms he just grabbed to Remus then opens and slides the other onto himself.

You let him guide you onto his cock. One of his hands guides it in; the other soothingly massages your hip as you go lower, his cock going deeper and deeper. 

Once he bottoms out, you rest  your hands on his chest for balance and squeeze your cunt around him. He moans lewdly and kisses you again. 

“It’s even better than I imagined,” he tells you with his mouth still teasing yours. He lays back down and starts moving slowly.

Letting you adjust and control the pace, Sirius follows your lead until you're bouncing on his cock, each time coming up to his tip then sliding back down his shaft.

His eyebrows are furrowed in passionate pleasure, and his grip on your hips is bruising. You’re sure he’s squeezing so hard to keep his composure and slow pace. 

Remus’s hand comes to the small of your back, and you still. He’s kneeling behind you and shifting closer.

You feel the head of his cock nudge at your second hole. 

“Tell me if it hurts, okay? Or if you don’t like it. No pressure, my love.” You turn to him with adoration in your lust-filled eyes and nod. He nods back, smiling sweetly, then looks down at his cock. 

He starts pushing in, slowly, slowly. 

You choke on a moan, and he stops immediately, waiting. You nod again, and he continues steadily. 

You feel Sirius’s cock twitch inside you, and your body jerks in response, clenching. 

Both boys gasp at the tightness, Sirius letting out a sweet “fuck” and Remus elongating a gruff moan as he pushes the rest of the way in. 

“Fucking hell,” he exhales when he has. “Fuck, it’s incredible.” 

“You move a little first, mate,” Sirius says. 

“Yeah, right.” Then at you, “Nice and slow, sweetheart. Y’alright?” 

“Yes,” you whine, fulling so insanely full. “It’s a lot, but it’s so good. Shit.” The sensation is overpowering. You can’t fathom how you can feel so much.

At your encouraging words, Remus begins thrusting ever so slightly. It’s tight at first, the slightest burning sensation teasing at the pleasure. 

Sirius feels your cunt clench, and though it feels incredible for him, he knows you’re feeling a lot right now. He tries to relax you further by massaging your hips. Then he leans forward and sucks on your tits. The sensation shoots warm pleasure down your body. He moans encouragingly. 

Remus slowly picks up his pace. His strong hands hold and massage your arse. He’s panting already, and you can tell it’s taking a lot of focus for him to hold back. 

“You can move a bit more. It feels good,” you tell him. He does. 

Remus and Sirius work you slowly and deliciously, so steady that you can’t pinpoint the moment Sirius began thrusting again as well. 

He lays his head back down as he goes faster. 

Both of their cocks spear in and out of you, and you’re moaning and yelping and panting at the overwhelming sensation. 

They establish a rhythm, with each other more than with you. You’re simply caught in the middle, letting the motions guide your body and thoroughly enjoying the ride. 

“I can —” Sirius begins. “Fuck!” he yells. “Fuck, yes.” He takes a deep, steadying breath. His hips never slow though his voice does. “I can feel your cock inside too, Rem.” 

“Yeah,” Remus pants. “Me too. Fuck.”

By now, they’re both pounding into you in earnest. Your holes pull them in; your screams echo in their ears.

“Shit, I’m so close; I’m so close,” pants Sirius. Remus starts nodding fast, his eyes tightly shut. 

Sirius plants his feet on the bed on either side of Remus’s thighs and fucks up into you forcefully. The slight change to what had become a delicious, building rhythm has your thighs shaking, your holes clenching, your core tightening. 

Sirius cums first, yelping hoarsely. You ride him hard, grinding your clit on his pubic bone as he keeps thrusting into you, and you push yourself over, your yells echoing his. 

Your legs start to slow, quickly turning into jelly, but Remus grips you tighter and fucks into you even harder. A few thrusts later, he doubles over on top of you, his forehead resting on your back, and his cock slowly softening inside you. 

Everything feels warm and heavy. Loud panting, at three slightly different rhythms, fills the room. You can feel Remus’s breath on your back, can feel Sirius’s on your neck. 

Remus kisses you where his face rests against you then pulls out. You collapse sideways onto the bed. Both boys discard the full condoms then, equally spent, fall on either side of you. 

You all look at each other. You can’t tell who starts it, but you’re soon all laughing loudly together. 

“Fuck,” you exhale. 

“Fuck indeed,” Sirius echoes. 

“You both liked it then?” Remus asks cheekily but sincerely. 

“I loved it,” you say, your voice blissful and fucked out. 

“Me too.”

“Me too,” Remus laughs.

Sirius lies up onto his elbow, looking down at both you and Remus. 

“We’ll do this again, yeah?” There’s desperation in his lovely voice, his piercing eyes.

Remus looks to you for confirmation but is already nodding, keen to go as far you’ll all want. 

“Please,” you say, and your boys take turns ardently kissing you then each other before settling in to your many-limbed embrace.