#slight usfw

[qfitpac]

Here's an old fic and a song that goes with it <3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[arcanescholxr]

🔒 reverse!

Send 🔒("lock") with what your muse would do to mine while playing 7 Minutes in Heaven. Add "reverse" to hear what my muse would do to yours instead.

“If I had 7 minutes in heaven with you?” Dwight’s cheeks darken, his tan skin crawling with the color of crimson, as his eyes avoid direct eye contact. There was no reason to be shy, not after their little encounter in that back alley, hidden away from watchful eyes. Dwight thinks about how they tasted on his tongue.

“Wuh…Well, if…I mean—if you wanted to, we could always.” A nervous chuckle passes his lips. “If you wanted to, we could always…do it again, ….but I mean!”

“We could also just sit in the dark….hahaha..”

[arcanescholxr]

Leondas is not shy of showing his intentions to Dwight. His tongue licks over the thudding pulse in his neck, hands tenderly holding him close - but also quite still. He did not hunt for the night, tempting his appetite for something he craved in particular. A familiar flavor that was like sweet nectar on his tongue.

“I am hungry, my love.” He purse softly, teasing the witch’s flesh with his fangs. “For you.”

The Witch was no stranger to how Leondas could be whenever he craved more of the flesh, not just the red that flowed within his veins. No, this type of hunger sought out something differently, something to bite and make his. A soft gasp leaves Dwight as he leaves the tongue over his pulse, causing Dwight to quickly lose interest in what he was doing. Who cared about studying anyway?

Dwight closes his eyes at the sensation, his neck tilting to give better access to the Fae, a soft noise passing his lips as he does.

“Don’t tease me too much dearest.” Dwight whines softly. “I turn into putty in your hands.”

[lunarrps]

“ I love how you melt the second my hands slide under your shirt. ” (For Teyanna)

A small breath left Teyanna's lips at the soft touches of Verena. She smiled a little mischievous smile before she bit her bottom lip. Teyanna knew she made a good choice meeting with her after the show. She planned on playing with this one for the entire night. If she had it their way they wouldn't sleep until dawn. When both their bodies were so tired they collapsed in a flurry of pleasure and lust.

She grabbed Verena's hand gently and helped guide it further up her shirt. "Then keep going," she purred and leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Take what you can now, beautiful. The moment you're done making me melt I'm going to dissolve you on my tongue."

She took in another breath, this one softer and slightly shaky. Leaning back as if to dare Verena to go further. "Don't stop," she breathed and tilted her head back, ready to embrace and enjoy the next things to come. She wanted Verena all over her. She wanted to feel her hands and lips. Teyanna felt the greed growing under her skin. The need to let the other woman take exactly what she wanted and more.

[lunarrps]

“ Let me watch you fall apart - just like that. ” (For Aros)

Aros groaned when he felt her hand on his chest. Letting the Slayer this close shouldn't have been a thing. He should've pushed her away, but the hunger had hit him harder than it normally did. The church had laid empty for a couple days now. No one to pass through the week except one other priest. Sadly, he hadn't had time to charm him or things would be different right now.

"Mercy," he breathed her name. It was like a prayer, an admission of guilt, and a plea for her to set him free of this torment. He needed her closer. He wanted to hold her and sink his fangs into her. The thought of her blood so close and so far made him shift and adjust himself. His breathing was heavy and focused. He was going to have to lower himself further beneath her feet to get any sort of pleasure he wanted. "Please..."

His fangs ached as he showed them and rolled his hips into hers. "Just one bite," he begged, "One moment to touch you before you make me come apart at the seams... Let me taste you. Body and blood. Don't unravel me before I have a chance to make you do the same."

[oceancaged]

character study ;

with a quick temper she can be subdued pretty easily if you are close to her. the tip is booping her nose, boops make her short circuit and forget her anger.

in a relationship, booping doesn't work as well, biting is a quick way to quell her rage. though she will stare at her partner expecting more bites.

[milkandsins-a]

( press ) : for SENDER to press slow kisses along RECEIVER'S neck.

RANDOM SUGGESTIVE DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS accepting

The brick against her back is cold and rough beneath her palms, a sharp contrast to the lips pressing down on her. Her breath stutters the moment Rachelle’s lips leave hers, lips turning into a slight pout for a moment before they went along her jaw, her cheek and then down the curve of her neck.

Nora exhales shakily, her head tipping back without a thought, giving Rachelle exactly what she wants. The alley feels too narrow suddenly, the world reduced to breath and heat and the soft, insistent drag of kisses against skin that’s already sensitive.

She swallows, eyes fluttering shut for half a second as Rachelle’s lips press into the hollow beneath her ear. “Rach…” The name slips out on a breath, barely more than a whisper and her grip tightens reflexively onto the other's hips before she forces herself to ease it. “We-” She takes another breath, steadier this time, even though her body clearly disagrees. “We should stop.”

Her voice is low, strained, honest. “Before this gets out of hand.” Nora adds softly, eyes only opening to quickly glance down the alley where a few clubs empty out to. But her hand moved, her fingers dipping into the hem of Rachelle's bottoms as if they had a mind of their own. “Before someone sees.”

[crowsalvation]

Billy narrowed his eyes as he gripped Damon's cheeks in his hand. " What did daddy just say?" He asked with a growl. " Open your fucking mouth." He instructed again, suddenly slapping his cheek. Just enough to sting a bit. His smirk was dark and his eyes were shark like. He was hard as a rock and clearly enjoying the power play. " Good boy." He praised and leaned in like he was going to kiss Damon but instead he took a drink of bourbon and spit into Damon's mouth. " Swallow." He said, eyes never leaving him.

(I'm so sorry. We read his sexual preferences meme and it's Sinday. He couldn't be stopped. 🩷)

Damon's lips curled into a smirk the moment Billy’s hand closed around his cheeks, the sting of the slap only deepening that shimmer of amusement in his eyes. Lashes lifting as he tilted his chin up, mouth falling open at the command.

His tongue flicked against the bourbon as it hit his mouth, a sharp burn mixing with the taste of Billy. He didn’t break eye contact, lids lowering, savoring the praise just as much as the liquor itself before tilting his throat back in a slow swallow upon demand. The smirk returned immediately after and he threw a wink up at Billy. 

“How’s it feel?” Damon asked playfully. “Being the one in control of a vampire?”