Cowgirl chair sex, pinv, such a pretty summer dress, light choking, that damn glowing eye, possessive!sylus, evol use
750 words
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Slap, slap, slap, slap
Sylus' thighs snapped up to greet yours, driving his thick cock inside you at a punishing pace. He held your hips firmly to hover you in the air for himself.
Supporting yourself on outstretched arms, you braced on his shoulders, pushing your trembling muscles against the marble of his skin.
In nothing but your summer dress bunched around your waist and yanked down under your breasts, Sylus fucked up into you from his office chair.
Slap, slap, slap, slap
You whined and moaned, as Sylus pressed hot kisses against your clavicle, down your sternum to your breasts. He bit and sucked hard on the inner slope, while they bounded in time with his thrusts.
Electricity spiked from where he marked you, your hands flying to fist and tug his gorgeous hair. A low growl rumbled deep in his broad chest and sang through the air.
"Mmngh-no fair kitten," his words were slurred from your nipple suckered in his mouth, "you can't distract me that easily."
"I'm gunna," you began, panting harshly, "bite you on the a-ass cheek when we're d-done, pretty boy."
"Pretty boy?" The faked indignation in his voice made your lips curl into a mischievous grin, "Would a pretty boy do this?"
He'd barely finished the word before he launched out of his seat and your back hit the desk. Shock eeked out a strangled cry, as you giggled in his strong grip.
Still inside you, he deftly aligned your legs along his beautiful body, crossing them at the ankles to lift you by them.
"Don't forget to breathe, kitten." His voice sounded like sex and pleasure; like fire and sin.
Without warning he resumed his pace, the proud head of his cock kissing against your cervix.
You gasped and screwed up your eyes against the newest incredible sensations. The feeling of his length plunging inside your warm, wanting cunt. Stretching deliciously around to welcome him home.
Shlick, shlick, shlick
"Listen to that. That sweet sound. That wet pussy." He drawled, a slightly mocking tone, "She's clenching around me sooo tightly. It feels good, huh?"
You tried to nod but your head lolled at the shunts of his body against yours. You tried to agree but only incoherent whimpers came out.
"Mmn-yeahh. Does he make you feel like this? That other pretty boy?" You can hear the sneer on his lip, "The other one you've been fucking."
You tried to say something. Refuse. Agree. Something.
But his other hand glided around your hips, up your belly and chest, to hover his fingers around your throat, like an ornate necklace.
You swallowed and wrapped your hand around his to strengthen his grip. Your spirit sang with it, rippling pleasure across every inch of your skin. Your nipples puckered painfully, your muscles and sinew trembling with abject need.
"The one who's been crashing at your place when I'm not there. Who brings you food and thinks it means he can touch you."
Your legs cricket against his chest, your thighs burning. He knew what it meant. The sounds and sensations of his Evol echoed in your ears and held onto your curves, as he delved his peace fingers to circle your clit. Trembled whines slip past the force of his fingers on your pulse points. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as your mouth slackens in ecstasy.
"You can sleep whomever you want, sweetie. But you'll always know I'm the only one who fucks you as good as this." The words curled around his growing satisfaction.
Tendrils of red and black mist wrap around your ankles and part your legs, hoisting them to accommodate his large frame. Climbing on the table to encase you with his body, his cock thrums deep inside you.
"No one in the entire universe can satisfy your desires like I can." He growled, muscles bunching and twitching. You knew what it meant, trying desperately to hold on until he came with you.
Sylus released your throat, then tightened his grip to your jaw, bringing your gaze to his. You almost swallow your own tongue as his hot, heavy gaze pierced you down, his right eye glowing threateningly.
"You. Are. Mine." The words rumbled around his office, like the thunderous promise of a monsterous creature claiming it's prize.
Sylus faltered and jerked, your body shuddered and jolted. Your orgasms cresting over the tallest peak in perfected synchronicity.. and the world fell away, dispersing into nothing but blood red and darkest black.
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Mm.. Sylus girlies have eaten well of late with spicy and cute content 😚👌 I hope you enjoyed a morsel more.. I have so much more to indulge in 😏🤭
(Use these emojis to describe the relationship between your OC and each companion)
💜 = Close bond / Romantic interest
💚 = Rivalry / Mutual respect
🧡 = Strong friendship / Ally
❤️ = Romantic interest / Complex bond
💙 = Trustworthy companion / Mentor
🤍 = Mutual admiration / Professional respect
🖤 = Complicated / Dislike / Hatred
✧ Companion Affinity:
Astarion ❤️💜🧡
Gale ❤️🧡💙
Halsin ❤️❤️💜
Jaheria 🤍💙
Karlach 🧡🧡🧡
Lae'zel 🤍🧡🧡
Minsc 🤍💙
Minthara 🤍💙
Shadowheart 🖤💚🧡
Wyll 🤍🧡💙
✦ Theme Music:
- Fight Song
Odysseus - Epic/Little Girl Gone - Chinchilla
- Love song
Infinity - Jaymes Young/At last - Etta James
- OC’s choice
The Challenge - Epic
- Romance Song
Colours of the Wind - Peyton Parrish
✧ Moodboards / Aesthetic Extras: Undeath and Unlife
✦ Voice Claim:
Hetty - Rebecca Wisock: Ghosts (US)
✦ Actor Claim:
Vanessa - Eva Green: Penny Dreadful
✧ Reputation / What Others Say:
People are pretty terrified of Helna when she first approaches, often startling backwards, or recoiling but they soon learn she's a darling.
"She's odd, but she's a good person."
✦ Beliefs / Personal Code:
No one will come to save you, but there's always a chance to save others.
✧ Most Prized Possession:
She doesn't have very many possessions, but she has things she's proud of.
Her book of pressed flowers, her many various disgusting crafts made of bone and scrap fabric.. and, eventually, her Grandmother's necklace hidden under the floorboards of her family home with the emblem of Silvanus.
✦ Greatest Fear:
Losing herself to the Shadowcurse.. and ladders!
✧ Alignment (Personal or D&D):
Neutral Good
✦ Authors Notes
• She fell in love with Halsin - even though she didn't know what it was at that point - when the local Druid Enclave came to visit and reforge their alliance/trades with Reithwin. They spoke briefly and both noticed the other, admiring each other across the distance between them.
• She's inspired by Laudna from Critical Role, but differs greatly in story - so no spoilers.
Premise: A very important study on what a rough quickie with Halsin would look like. All very scientific, you understand 👀😏
• Halsin x gn!Tav • Act 3?
Gn!reader POV, no mention of gender, quickie, rough, established relationship, slight Dom!Halsin, grease lube spell for your comfort, head empty hole filled, pet name
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Feast my tagged pretties! 😅😏 @optimisticgrey@enbyofwaterdeep@spyvstailor
Thank you to @rayskittles33 for this boobalicous pic of our Druid 😜🥴 I know the story says no time to remove clothes, but C'MONN! 🤷🏻♀️😅
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"We have to be quick." You warn, hurrying to unbuckle your belt, as Halsin shuts and locks the dining chamber door behind you both.
"Then we have no time for removing clothes," Halsin growls, pushing you roughly down on the long feasting table, "lie still, my heart."
He hoists your legs straight in the air with one large hand, your ankles held between his proud fingers. Then with the other hand, unceremoniously yanks your trousers and underwear off and up in one movement.
Gathering them up to your knees, he conjures a localised grease spell in his hand and pumps his thick cock three times, then rubs the rest on your twitching hole, venturing a firm finger inside. You gasp, throwing a hand over your mouth at the graceless intrusion.
"Not your usual decorum today, love?" you question through a tight pant.
"You asked for quick, my heart and if this is to be quick. I cannot be gentle." He warns, eyes hooded and jaw set.
Holding your legs together against his chest, he aligns himself and prods your tight entrance with his massive cockhead.
"Breathe deeply for me, little fawn. And stifle the scream." He instructs, pushing himself inside your tight walls.
Your chest hollows as the pain of his broad cock spears your sex, screwing your eyes against the tears pricking, and slamming your hand across your face to muffle the shout.
He doesn't stop, using the grease spell to slicken his entry, he drives himself inside to the hilt in three long strokes; gasping to the sky as he reaches the base.
The throbbing twitch of the intrusion painful, you hiss at the uncomfortable sting. Your face contorts, your breath held through gritted teeth.
"Breathe, my heart. It will help." He coaches, smoothing your thigh lovingly.
You know. You know it's worth it. It's always worth it.
"Fuck me, Halsin. It'll feel good once you stretch me to fit around you." You keen behind your fingers, breathing through the momentary discomfort.
Halsin acquiesces and begins pounding into your tight hole, the satisfying slap of skin on skin connection echoing around the chamber.
You breathe deeply through the deep thrusts of Halsin's girthy cock, listening to how good his groans rumbling in his haired chest sound. The tension in your body loosens, as the muscles relax around him, welcoming his gargantuan size. You release the grip on your mouth, as the feeling ripples over your body.
Your jaw slackens and your eyes roll up, arms splay to the side. You mewl out, "Yes, yes, yes."
The table clatters and screeches underneath you at the sheer force of Halsin's hips driving inside your now pliant body.
"Yes, my heart. Body limp, head empty, getting thoroughly fucked out by 'The Mighty Bear of the Emerald Grove'." He growls out the nickname you gave him the first night you had sex.
You reply a blissed cackle, as your head flops around, in rhythm with his viciously pounding hips.
The roiling pleasure radiating from your core has you in a chokehold, you could barely breathe from desire and lust. He'd never been this demanding before. This rough and careless.
Gone was the tender lover you knew, and while you missed him gently preparing you to take him; you couldn't deny that seeing him this voraciously feral for you wasnt immensely - licentiously - erotic and vulgar.
Looking up at the towering Elf above you, your legs crossed at the ankle, pressed against his chest. His one hand holding you there, the other digging bruising fingers into your hips.
Slamming up inside you, Halsin grunts and groans. The grease and sweat mixing to make the sex slippery sweet. Hitting the bundle of nerves inside you at the perfect angle, your body begins to tremble.
Halsin sees your change and knowingly drives faster, leaning his body down over you and fucking into you deeper.
He moves to play with your sex, to use his hand to drive you to ecstasy quicker. Your breath sticks in your chest and it heaves to keep up, shuddering out a loud moan.
It's too much, as you hurtle full speed towards release. Your hands fly to grasp any of him you could muster, to delay the inevitable but he shirks off your meager attempts. You try to move away but his strong grip keeps you trapped.
"You're not getting away, little fawn. I have you, and I'm going to paint your insides white with my seed. I will claim you. Claim you as mine. Mine." He rumbles the last word thorough his chest and picks up the force of his hips to snap against the backs of your thighs even harder, stroking your sex in sublime synchronicity, "Mine."
A strangled scream wrenches from your chest, as your climax pulls you under, drowning you in a sea of Halsin; of his autumn scent, his divine spirit, his inscrutable loyalty and his delicious, thick cock spurting inside your walls as he roars in rapturous abandon above you.
Release crashes down around both of you, as you feel your sex flood, coating him and yourself in your essence. He slams his hips against you, burying himself to the hilt as he spasms inside your exhausted body. Heaving out loud, whined breaths through a tense throat, he twitches the last spurts of cum.
You barely had enough time to comprehend the orgasm you'd had, before he slips himself abruptly from you. Patting you on the ass and pulling down your garments, sliding them under your cheeks.
Tucking himself into his waistband, still half-hard, covered in grease and a sinful mixture of both your cum; he smirks down at you.
"I think that lesson was sufficient." He irks a brow, a cocky grin on his face.
Your legs uncomfortably bent off the table's edge, you clumsily sit up, "What lesson was that?" You ask unsure, readjusting your garment's rough placement by Halsin's hand, your eyes still bleary from tears.
"That when I need to, I can be quick. And that I choose to spend countless hours pleasuring you by agonising choice. To not excite myself into ending everything too soon." He cups your jaw and sweeps his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you hard. Gods, he still tastes like sex. How could you still need him after just cumming?
"Oh." Was all your scrambled brain could manage, ears still ringing.
"Now, you'll spend the rest of the day with my seed leaking from your aching hole, until I fill you again tonight." He croons against your lips, "Now, thank me."
"Thank you, Halsin." You blubber, still not quite present.
He bares down on you, thumbing your cheek softly, "Good, little fawn."
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There's plenty more smutty goodness where that came from, take a peek! 👀🥴
Also, lemme know if you'd like to be tagged in future posts. I may turn this into a mini series 🤔🤭
drabbles, reader pov, mischief, trying out online boyfriend trends, references to face sitting, mc is flirty and thriving
"Here." You hand Xavier a tissue from the box next to on the sofa where you've been cuddling.
It's been a sleepy Saturday morning with anime and honey drizzled pancakes but you were feeling mischievous.
Phone propped and recording, you hatch your plan.
"Oh. Do I have some honey on my face?" He asks, his brows creasing upwards as he dutifully begins swiping his mouth.
"No, I'm just getting my seat clean." The words curl out of you in slow seduction, trying to keep from breaking.
His face drops in shock, his big blue eyes widening. You can practically see the cartoon eyes bulging out his head and start to laugh.
He curls his shoulders in with a breathy chuckle then tilting up his anything but innocent gaze to you, he says.
"I've been waiting so long for you to sit on my face. C'mere." He reaches to pull you in.
"Whoa, whoa, Xavi. It's a joke, I'm recording." You protest, gesturing your thumb behind you.
He follows your motion and sees your phone leaning against the lamp and shrugs.
"Keep recording. Then we'll have video evidence of your first time riding my face."
Now it was your turn to be shocked.
It had been such a beautiful day, only made better by Zanye's wonderful company. Plus, he'd brought even more desserts. Obviously.
You'd been wanting to indulge in the new Moments trend of "cleaning off your seat" with him. He was always so stoic, until you were alone.
A devious part of you wondered what his response would be if you were in public.
Pressing the button to record, you pretend to film a little of the surrounding area. It was very serene, with a few people milling around in the midweek sun.
"Say Hi, Zayne!" You call out, smiling and turning the camera at him.
A tight smile returned, with a flash of happy embarrassment in his eyes, "Hi, Zayne." He replied, a joking curve on his mouth.
"Oh." You began, grabbing a napkin and wiping his face with it.
He dutifully offers his face, "Do I have crumbs?"
"No, I'm just making sure I have a clean seat for later." You cocked your head at him and bit down the grin forming at the corners of your lips.
His body freezes, his face stuck. The only movement is the fluttering of his eyelashes as he blinks rapidly.
His gaze moves from your phone, to the tissue; then scans the surroundings militantly.
"For later?" He murmurs, leaning in. His eyes turning sharp and sinful, "Why not right now?"
You shoot a laugh, "Cause we're out in public, Zayne."
"So?" His voice is soft, but it promises nothing but passion, "There are plentiful bushes in our vicinity, and the footpath is quite far away."
Taking your phone from your grip, he throws it to the side.
"You started this little game, did you really think I wouldn't want to play?"
Rafayel has been buried in his painting since yesterday, barely taking a moment to feed, or hydrate himself.
Thomas was thrilled, you were not.
You'd managed to finally coax him down from his ladder perch with snacks and treats. He absent-mindedly picked at the food, still staring at his work.
You frowned. This painting was quickly becoming an enemy. And you needed to show it who was boss.
You'd seen the trend online, you'd been wanting to test it out. Now was an interesting time to try.
Phone recording in one hand, you took your sleeve with the other and began dabbing at his mouth.
"Mmnh, whad'are you doing, cutie? I don't have crumbs."
"No, I just wanted to wipe my seat before you eat your dessert."
It took him a second; you saw his curls gently twitch as he figured out what your were inferring.
His face slowly rounded on you, cheeks rosy red and pinked eyes full of mischief.
"Oh, you're so kind, Miss. I'd love a slice of that cherry pie," He began to crawl towards you, biting his lip.
You could help but bite your own, when you saw the instantaneous transformation.
"Mm. We could make it a cream pie, if you wanted." He suggested, cheekily.
You gasped at his boldness, "Rafayel Qi! That's filthy!"
He shrugged remorseless, "You were the one wiping my face down to clean your seat. Don't get shy on me now, cutie."
It was probably best to cut off the video there.
Watching the classics in the dark, snuggled up with a nice glass of wine was always a favourite way to spend the quiet evenings with Sylus.
He was quite the cinephile.
The film wasn't really what you wanted though. And Sylus knew it. He was just playing hard to get.
Bastard.
You took out your phone and started recording front facing, then left it rest in your lap.
The compliation videos you'd seen of women "cleaning off" their seat for later was bound to wind him a little tighter. He deserved a little punishment for making you wait.
"Oh." You said casually, bunching your oversized jumper's sleeve to brush on his mouth.
Sylus' brow furrowed and his lips pursed, "Sweetie. What are you doing? Do I have something on my face?"
"What? Oh, no." You replied, continuing your motions.
His brow irked, "So what are you wiping my face for?"
"I'm just cleaning my seat for later." The casual tone of your voice trembled, and you bit your lip, "Don't worry about it. Just watch the film." You turned to face the tv again, pulling every ounce of yourself to not laugh.
When you looked back on the footage later, you'd seen his eyes pulse wider, his eyebrow arch higher and his incredulous expression at your boldness.
His eyes had dipped to the phone in your lap, the dangerous glow of his right eye rippled and he'd looked back to the tv with a stony but shit-eating expression.
The moment the film hit credits, your thighs were scooped under his shoulders and your back had hit the windowed wall quicker than you could react.
At the top of the N109 Zone, draped over Sylus' shoulders, you definitely had had the best seat in the world.
You thought you were sly propping your phone against the microwave. You'd seen the trend on Moments of women wiping off their partners mouth for sitting on and wanted to test it out.
Walking over to Caleb with kitchen towel in your hand, you attack his face, wiping off his mouth.
"Hey! What are you doin', Pips?"
"Nothing. Just wiping off my seat for later."
His body falters, expression amused but stunned, his mouth peeling slowly open into an O.
Laughter erupts from you at his reaction, blushing as you do. His shocked belly laugh ricochets around the room as you laugh together.
Then he bites his bottom lip, still smiling widely.
"Why later, when we could do it now?" The playfulness in his eyes turn scandalous.
He takes the paper from your hands and tucks it into his jean pocket, "We'll keep this for later, when I really need to clean my face." He pumps his brows in quick succession before picking you up one handed.
You shriek in surprise but automatically wrap your legs around his waist, giggling wildly as he carts you off to the bedroom.
Your phone's still recording 2 hours and several orgasms later.
Maybe your should edit that before you post it.
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This was a lot of fun to write! 🥴🤭 Wanna read more smutty goodness? I have a Masterlist 😏
Premise: The bedhead voice note. Are you KIDDING ME?
𓅂 Love and Deepspace has me in a chokehold. Especially this cursed fated souls, white haired, red-eyed, sassy, enemies-to-lovers mother fucker 😏🫠 Please take my humble offering to the Lads fandom smut store 🙂↕️🤲🍆
Psst.. @dark-silhouette said I'd tag you 🤭
SylusxReader(You), established relationship, Bed head/blow job, horny!sylus, light throat fucking, cumming, resonance, round two?
(also his face in this gif? he is so fucking gassed out on love and desire.. are you kidding meeeee?!)
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Why does he have to sleep on his stomach? You curse, biting your lip as the delicious and devious thought in your mind finally finds reality.
When he'd sent you that gruff, sleep hoarsed voice note, teasing you about coming to see if he had bed head, it had just about made you implode on the spot. But you had waited patiently for the opportunity to present itself and finally it had.
After laying in the gentle glow of the morning through darkened curtains, watching his beautiful slumbering features; sharp yet soft on his porcelain skin, you slide under the bedsheets.
The expensive sheets barely rustle against your skin as you descend, the smell of fresh linens and clean, warm masculine energy enveloping your senses.
Stopping at the curve of his fine behind, his long leg is bent in a 45° angle at the hip, giving just a hint of space between him and the plush mattress; but it's not enough.
Humming a soft sigh to yourself, you wonder how to get him on his back. You smirk and press your mouth to his strong thighs, peppering the area with kisses, and stroking down his back to his firm ass.
Above you, he stirs gently, flexing and twitching away from the tickling sensation. He moves away, turning to his side and you see your opportunity.
Diving between his thighs, you cup the back of them and kiss the creases of his perfect obliques. Trailing your tongue down the lines of his pelvis, pushing him onto his back.
His cock is awake before he is, thick and proud against his taut stomach, in the muted light under the blankets. You continue to press your wet mouth in languishing kisses against his skin, suckering small bruises there.
Sylus groans above you, illiciting a tumble from your stomach and filthy smirk on your lips.
He'll be awake soon, you need to make your move.
Positioning yourself between his long limbs, you begin to stroke his cockhead between peace fingers and thumb. Precum gathers in beads as you gently pump, bringing your lips to kiss his marbled length, licking and suckling the throbbing veins of his shaft.
Sylus moans heavier now, a soft grunt at the back of his throat, as his legs begin to rub against the sheets.
You swipe a stripe of saliva up his cock and take his head into your hot mouth. Sylus' muscles tremble and tense at the sensation, sending a shuddering moan from his chest to his throat.
You get to work; bobbing your head on just the first two inches of him, your fist teasing in tandem with your mouth.
He huffs quickly, jerking up slightly and you know he's awake. You hear him make a noise of surprise, then a moan through a smile before, "My, my, kitten. What a welcome way to wake up."
You ignore him, but can't help but smile around his dick in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the head, you try to stop grinning but you can't.
He moans out a long, breath then sucks in air quickly, "What's brought this on I wonder? Have I been an especially good boyfriend, or are you just extremely happy to see me this morning?" He questions in a relaxed, deep tone. The echoes of sleep still present in his voice, just like the audio he'd sent.
Your answer is to moan and take him deeper in your mouth. Sylus jerks and gasps, groaning into the morning haze.
Struggling slightly to take his thick length, you choke slightly; your inner walls clench around the absence of him inside you.
The thought of his gorgeous cock gliding inside your throbbing, needful cunt. The feeling of his thick girth filling and deliciously stretching your pussy. The drag of him against the ripples of your soaked channel. The sinful noise of the satisfying squelch and slap of his hips thrusting against you, as your unabashed need for him drips down your thighs.
Your mouth fills with saliva and the blow job turns wetter, sloppier; more frantic.
Staccato breaths machine gun from his mouth, in time with your strokes. Suddenly, the covers are wrenched back and you're greeted by the sight of your love; slightly sweating, mouth gaping and right eye glowing.
You flash your eyelashes up at him, like you know he likes and you see him visably melt, as his mouth snakes into a grin.
"Yes, kitten. Just like that--Oh--Look up at me, just like that-Ah!" He moans, fisting the expensive sheets tightly.
You slide your non-dominant hand to push his legs further apart, and he kindly obliges. Releasing his cock with a small pop, you lick your bottom lip and graze it with your teeth, as you stare up at him; your hand never ceasing it's delicate dance from root to tip.
"You invited me to come see if you had bed head," your face spreads into a gleeful and mischievous smile, "Well, now you do."
Sylus' head tilts to the side in confusion, then realisation, as he breathes out through a warm grin, "I'll have to make flippant innuendos like that more often." He makes to sit up, reaching to cup your face but you shake your head and push him back down. Breath sharply huffs out from his from the force of your exertion, a deviously kinked smirk curves on his delicious mouth.
Stroking his slickened length in your hand, you flatten to the bed and move to suckle on his balls. Flicking your tongue on the sensitive skin between them, then sucking them into your mouth to massage them.
Sylus stretches his head back, and you see the strong column of his neck strain, as he clenches his jaw.
His Adam's apple bobs, as he swallows dryly, "You're so good at that, sweetie." He praises, hoarsely.
Feeling a little brave, you open your mouth and lick behind his sac hard, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves there, making him twitch involuntarily.
He shudders a chuckle, "Feeling adventurous today, are we? Mm, not that I mind but I do miss that beautiful mouth on my cock." He hums, his every word driving you to distraction. You feel your heartbeat in your vagina from how desperate and wet you are.
You scoot back to your knees, parting them so your soaked pussy almost grinds on the black sheets. Sliding two fingers inside your lace panties, you daub your digits in your desire and offer them to him.
"Ohh, kitten." His voice rumbles low and shakes your soul, making you audibly gasp, "That's filthy. I like it."
He grips your wrist with immense speed and suckers your fingers into his awaiting mouth; you wrap your lips around his thick cock once more and take him as deep as you physically can.
He gasps around your digits, as your gag reflex constricts around his dick, "Ohh, yesss." He hisses in satisfaction, clamping his fingers down on your pulse point, to help block the reflex.
Using your fist for the last few inches of him, you choke down his cock; gargling and gagging on him. Your mouth and throat licentiously slickened to welcome him inside.
His hand rests on the back of your head, "Tap on my arm if you want me to stop." He instructs, waiting for you to agree, before meeting your swallows with his thrusts.
Still trying to maintain control, his hips struggle to keep his speed slower, with the telltale desire welling up inside him. Those shuddering gasps; the breathy moans.
You know what he sounds like on the edge of sanity, the dangerous game of teetering just on the rim of a perilous precipice.
In the shower, in the car while he drives.. under his desk. The memory of his cock gliding down your throat, his cum trickling from the corners of your mouth..
Planting his feet on the bed, he encapsulates you inside his warm, pale thighs. Pulsing his hips up to gently fuck your throat, he groans and reels his head back.
"Uhh, that's a very good kitten." He purrs, through rough desire.
His words flip your stomach, clench your pussy and make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
He kisses your licked clean fingers before releasing them back to you.
"Brace yourself, I want control for a while." He instructs, and dutifully you open your throat, hollowing your cheeks.
Using the bounce of the mattress's momentum, he fucks his cock down your pretty, pliable throat. Long, hard thrusts push passed your reflex, as tears prick in your eyes. Looking up at him through bleary eyes, he gruffly moans through gritted teeth.
"You.. look so b-beautiful like that. Taking me so--so well. Gynah. Mm.." he praises in a low purr.
You try to respond, to tell him how much you love taking care of him like this, reciprocating his endless and enthusiastic kindness between your legs. All you can manage are garbled noises of wanton delight, as your lips kiss against the edge of your fist.
He growls, throwing his head back and arching against your mouth, "Finish me, sweetie. Like you did before.. Please.. Both hands." He asks so sweetly, with a flex of his brow.
As you retreat back up his cock, he removes one hand from your head and places it behind his head, smirking and lounging like a cat that got all the cream. His cock soaked with your saliva, the large wet patch below him shadowed under his tight butt cheeks.
"Are you sure?" You ask, winding your first fist around the head, "You know it's intense."
"Mmhm." He rumbles low, irking a brow. Holding out his hand, seeking the connection.
A moment of purity passes between you both. A space in time when all pretence falls away.
Where the 'Sylus Bravado' melts to reveal the man beneath, desperate for unconditional love and acceptance.
You see him. And he sees you.
To be worthy.
To be loved, wholly and completely.
Two motes of being within the vast cosmos, drawn together through lightyears of unfathomable deepspace, cursed to spent blessed lifetimes together.
Your fingers entwine, fingers overlapping as your resonance rushes forward. The deep red and midnight black warmed by the radiant golden glow of your bond together.
Emotion. Intensity. Resistance.
You take him into your mouth, suckling slowly on his sensitive head; testing his resolve. Sylus gasps and bites his teeth together.
"More. I can take it." He insists, his voice desperate, muscles tense. You push harder.
Need. Possession. Yearning.
Sweeping your tongue firmly against the underside of his cock, you envelop his swollen purplish-pink head inside your willing mouth.
Desire. Jealousy. Determination.
Your speed increases, bobbing your head in perfect rhythm with your fist. The pulse of his veins rippling against your tongue.
Sylus makes a strained eeking noise, it's almost in pain, if it didn't sound so lyrical, "Keep going." He begs, hand gripping tighter.
Selfishness. Envy. Longing.
You pick up the pace; a barrage of lips, tongue and throat on his delectable cock. The wet, debauched sounds of slippery, messy oral sex, gladly fill the room.
His legs twitch and tremble aside you, as his angelic face contorts with ecstasy. Brows soft, then harsh. Teeth bared in struggle, then satisfaction.
Eyes fixed on each other, you see the orgasm building brick by brick.
Hesitation. Surrender. Completion.
His cock tenses and throbs under your tongue.
Realisation. Acceptance. Love.
The word left unspoken between you, the glow of your resonance blinding; Sylus jerks and cries out raggedly against the tide of climax.
He shudders and trembles as he cums, "Yes, kitten, yes! Just like that--Just like that! Agrh. Mmn. Ngh! Mine. Mine-MmNGH. All mine.."
Hot spurts of warm cum shoot inside your mouth and slide down your throat but you continue your ministrations, guiding him through the limitless expanse of orgasm.
He sucks in a hiss against the potential for overstimulation, humming through heavy breaths; still holding tightly onto your hand.
You swallow down the last drops of him, licking his sensitive slit, still blooming with after affects.
Pleasure that fathomless had a price.
Defeated, his erection subsides, laying exhausted on his stomach. Sylus takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself after such a release.
You'd experimented with using resonace during sex but it had left you both nigh incapacitated for the rest of the day.
You press gentle kisses along his body, as you trace yourself across every inch. Gazing down at his spent, breathless self you smirk to yourself.
"What?" He questions, irking a laboured brow.
You grin into the crook of your shoulder and smooth down his wildly tousled hair, "That's definitely some good bed head."
He shoots out a quick shot laugh, his eyes barely able to focus, drunk on the feeling of you.
"Sweetie. Give me some time to recover and I'm going to return the favour tenfold."
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The way I need to have this man carnally and lovingly, is problematic 😬😅 I have a Masterlist where more Sylus fics will be popping up shortly 😈
Premise: After Astarion's confession at Moonrise, you decide that your usual style of feeding just won't cut it any more.
• Astarion x gn!reader • Mild rating •
Reader POV, fluff, conversation about boundaries set, sweetness, understanding, softness, Astarion feeding, despite female in the inspo picture no mention of gender, love, security, intimacy, doped out Astarion
2.3k words
Shoutout to @ladyofthecreed for this beautiful piece of art for @aevallare! How stunning is it? 🥹💜 And thanks to @crepsley for the tag 🙌
This is a little different than my usual smutty style but I saw this picture and felt inspired to write something a little softer for our boy ☺️
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"You can feed on me tonight, if you'd like." You offered with a smile.
"I was so hoping you'd say that." He lilted back to you.
You took a breath to speak again and stopped.
"Yes, my sweet. What is it?" He questioned, with a curious tilt of his head.
After the incident with the Drow at Moonrise yesterday, Astarion had confessed some deep feelings and troubles he'd had.
After he'd admitted his growing feelings for you, despite it starting out as a manipulation, he'd stated very plainly that he didn't want anyone to think of him in terms of sex but that he still wanted to be with you.
So, you'd suggested that you'd become friends first, instead of lovers. That you would still be together but wouldn't have sex until he was ready, if he ever would be.
He'd obviously joked and tried to lessen the mood with a flippant remark but you'd learned him well enough to see he was appreciative of the gesture.
You'd pulled him into a hug, and after his inital shock, he'd held on so tightly he had been reluctant to let go.
He'd offered his hand to hold yours and a silent bond was made between you.
You'd been thinking on this development between you this last day since your conversation together. Pondering on ways to make him more comfortable, to give him more autonomy within the relationship.
Astarion had been very sweet and attentive throughout the day. Like something had settled within him, like something had slotted into place.
He'd stuck very close by you, while carefully adventuring through the perilous Shadowlands.
During battle he'd taken a more protective and defensive role around you, instead of stealthy and offensive.
Several times throughout the day, he had slid his hand within yours and lightly squeezed - completely unprompted - just to feel the warmth of your skin.
He'd also spotted something that would be valuable to you in a fight and gifted it to you; you didn't ask how he'd gotten it, even though you could probably guess.
And now, it was time to settle down for the night, he'd dragged his bedroll to rest next to you. Producing a small potion from his pack, you assumed he was probably already hungry and needed to feed, hence your invitation, but you needed to discuss this first.
"I've been thinking, about what you said last night, about not thinking of you in terms of sex," you started, his face pulled into an unsure expression, "It's nothing bad, it's that I've been thinking about how you feed. It's quite, sexually charged. Especially the way you feed. It's urgent and rough and-"
"-Rough? I thought I was being gentle. You've not said anything since that first night. I-" He sounded hurt, afraid he'd been causing you pain. You hushed his worries.
"That's not what I meant, I'm not making an issue of it, I promise. It's not something to be sorry for, it hasn't bothered me until now. I thought it was all part and parcel of the experience; foreplay, if you will?" You shrugged.
"I mean, you'd feed, get hard and then we'd usually fuck. But now I believe we need to re-think our approach." You explained further.
"It's not that having sex wasn't out of desire for you. It's-it's complicated to explain," he signed with a furrowed brow, "I told you, that it's not that I'm not attracted to you, trust me," he smiled wickedly, you shook your head and went to speak but he cut across you to continue.
"You are wholly different to ones I've seduced before. This was of my own voilition, for one - although out of necessity as transactional protection but - things have changed. I've changed. You've made me see what I'm capable of. You've.." he paused, swallowing and looking around the vicinity for the right words.
"You've encouraged me. Had faith in me. Shown me kindness I've not felt in two centuries. I care for you in a way I thought impossible, but I don't know how to be with someone, without reliving the past.. But I desperately want this to be real, truly real." His claret eyes bore into yours, pleading and sad. You slowly raised your hand to cup the side of this face.
"This is real, just because it's not a sexual relationship, doesn't mean it's not real." You smiled, reassuring his doubts. He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm. Your heart squeezed as his cool cheek pressed further into the warmth.
"The act of a vampire feeding on someone has been made inherently sexual. It's been fetishised, and so in turn, has the whole vampire thing. Which works to the vamp's advantage. I can't blame the people for it. Being bitten, being fed on is an intoxicating experience." You couldn't help but shudder at the memories of you both pressed together.
"For me too," He breathed, his neck tensing, "The feeling of feeding has no match."
You smiled softly and sighed, "Like you said, 'There's nothing more desirable in the world than a vampire'." You both pursed your lips in bitter resignation.
"So, to remedy this, we need to unsexualise it going forward," you continued, "Before feeding was all teeth and rubbing up against each other like animals. Now, it's going to be slow and intimate. Not sexual intimacy, true intimacy." You flattened you palm to your heart, to help illustrate your point to him.
"It'll be different to the enemies you drain on the road, or in battle. It's you and me, and that's special. We need to make it special." You smoothed the cool touch of his cheek under your thumb.
He swallowed and sat up, intrigued, "What did you have in mind, my dear?"
You certainly had had some ideas.
"Well, you've tried both of the 'best' places to feed from; the jugular and the femoral," you announced, gesturing to your neck and inner thigh, "But I was thinking of the wrist? It's a pretty neutral place to feed from."
"Sounds reasonable. It's certainly a slower feed than the neck, or thigh." He agreed with a head tilt, "Although they are an awful lot of fun." He said through tilted gaze and a dangerous grin, his hand gliding up your thigh to caress it.
Your stomach flipped from habit, but you squashed it down.
"Stop it," you chastised him with a gentle nose boop. He scrunched his face and let out a small, high chuckle. His hand relented to your knee, thumbing the seam where he'd stitched a hole for you.
"Feeding will be more about taking the time to connect with each other, without sex. It'll be slow, patient.. calming." You let out a long, cleansing breath and blinked slowly, to emphasise the point.
"Very well, then. Henceforth, I shall drink from your wrist when you're resting." He gave a tilted nod.
"Um, no. I was going to suggest feeding before sleep. I'd like to be present with you. Truly present with you. Not groggy from sleep, or blissed from sex. I'd like to be with you."
He looked taken aback, but interested, "Alright then.. feeding before rest," he said, testing the idea on his tongue. He seemed to measure it acceptable before asking, "Could I.. request something of you.. while I feed?" He asked, his words measured.
"Of course, darling." You answered enthusiastically, glad for his input.
"Would you.. play with my hair?" He requested, a little sheepishly, "I-I find it. It's not a sexual thing, before I always hated it but.. when you do it-it's.. comforting to me. I-I don't know why."
Your heart swelled and your eyes began to gently fill at the surprisingly sweet request.
"Of course, I will." You smiled, blinking back unexpected tears.
Astarion smiled back and took a faux breath and huffed it out in expectation.
"So, shall we, my dear?" He flourished a hand for you to lie down.
"We shall," you nodded, "How do you wish to do this?"
"Lying down would be fine." He suggested.
"If that's what you'd like." You began unfolding your leg from the crossed position to stretch it before laying down.
"Wait.." he stopped, then looked up through curious eyes, "What about this?" He asked, as he gently laid the side of his head down on your thigh.
You beamed, "That's nice.. wait-" You scooched a little more, "Lay on your back."
He did as he was told and shuffled around so the back of his head lay fully on the cushioning meat of your crossed leg, the other extended alongside his body.
You gazed down at him laying contentedly in your lap, "How's that?" You asked.
He manoeuvred himself to rest more squarely, testing the feeling, which he seemed to agree with.
"Comfortable."
"Which wrist?" You offered both in the air.
"Wrap your arms around, and I'll feed from your non-dominant one."
You leaned down more, rounding your spine so you weren't sat so upright. You cradled his head with your arms and let your wrists hang loose.
Astarion took your hand and wriggled himself within your arm's embrace, then looked up and smiled at you. Your own broadened across your face.
"Is this alright?"
He nodded, paused then crooked a finger at you.
You bent down a little more and he brought his fingers to tenderly grasp your chin and pulled you in for a delicate kiss, barely anything in comparison to others you had, but filled with a warmth and softness that hadn't been there before.
"Thank you." He breathed, "For thinking of this, for respecting my wishes."
The breath was stolen from your lungs and your chest ached. You couldn't deny it any longer. You were in love with him.
You didn't reply, you simply pressed a kiss to his forehead, "Eat up."
He paused again, looking like he was about to say something but decided against it. He took your hand and carefully pulled up the sleeve, before bringing it to his nose to inhale deeply.
This was a little ritual he liked to do, like a fine wine; you have to smell the bouquet.
He chastely pecked several times at the thin blue lines on your inner wrist, before slowly sinking his fangs and drinking deeply.
The pain, while still present, was surprisingly minimal. Much less sharp than his usual snapping bite down on your neck, or inner thigh.
You rest your other arm on his chest, but quickly his other hand grasped your hand and placed it on his hair.
You grinned to yourself, "My mistake, sorry dear." You admonished yourself, giggling, while beginning to weave your fingers into his loose curls.
Astarion mumbled against your skin, something sassy no doubt, but it was hushed by the sensation of his hair being twisted between your deft fingers.
He moaned into your wrist but it wasn't with reverent pleasure, it was in contentment.. ease..
You stared down at the beautiful pale Elf laying in your lap, feeding gently on your life essence. His ears were lightly wiggling as he drank, latched onto skin.
You stifled a laugh, he was like a kitten nursing milk. It was too adorable. Of course, you'd never seen this angle to witness it before. It was beyond endearing.
He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed, slowly drinking his fill of your blood. His body language relaxed, instead of poised to pounce. The pace of his pulls against your wrist laboured and suckling.
Seeing him like this, calm and steady, instead of scared and jittering, unlocked a compartment of your heart you'd fervently kept closed off from the world.
Gods, you loved him.
You loved him so much you ached.
Your heart physically panged to see him so blissfully unbothered and relaxed.
You smoothed his locks like petting a contented animal. You brushed his hair out of his face, and twirled it between your fingers, then wove fingertips under the length, to massage the base of his skull.
Each movement illiciting a gratified sigh, his body sinking lower and lower into your lap.
After a while, your head started to feel woozy and your extremities were starting to go cold and numb.
"Astarion?" You whispered, gently rubbing your hand on his chest and tapping twice with your peace fingers, "That's enough, love."
He stirred, dazed from feeding. He clamped his two fingers on the puncture marks, as you reached for the healing potion from his pack to pour over them. A small drizzle and the marks were healed.
You took a steading breath and swigged the rest down to help with restoration of blood before a spell from Shadowheart in the morning.
Stoppering the empty bottle and placing it on the ground, Astarion's weight still lay heavy on your lap.
His lips and teeth dyed the colour of you, as he smiled dopily, eyes remaining closed.
You sat with him in the moment, returning to weave his white curls between your fingers. The vague warmth of your blood coarsing through him transferring back to you through skin contact.
Astarion let out a serene and easy sigh, his eyes heavy as he tried to open them.
"That felt.. very different." He whispered, almost like he was breathless.
You kissed your fingers that waited on his chest and pressed them to his temple. He kissed the air back at you, body still heavy and exhausted.
"I don't know how to describe it. My body feels heavy, but light.."
The light pulse of your blood through his dead veins was present again under the pads of your fingers.
"I assume this new feeding technique is a success then, dove?" You inquired, keeping your voice low.
Astarion swallowed thickly, the stain of blood still on his teeth. He licked his lips lethargicly, "Most certainly. I feel.. completely.. utterly.. totally.."
"I hope the end of this sentence is a good one." You teased at his lack of composure.
He let out a sharp exhale of amusement through his nose, "It is.." he muttered.
You smoothed the line of his jaw, careful to not touch his sensitive ears. You smiled at the recent memory of them twitching as he fed.
"Did you know your ears wiggle up and down when you feed?" You asked in soft merriment.
"I did not.." he replied, flexing his eyebrows slowly.
"It's very cute."
"I am not cute." He tried to exert, with not much conviction, "I am a terrible creature of the night, feeding on helpless victims. I am a monster. I am not cute." He posited in feigned outrage.
You gazed down at the soft, tortured, beautiful soul in front of you and quickly blinked back the tears that swelled.
"No, you're not my love.. and I promise one day you'll see yourself the way I see you." You beamed at him.
Astarion squeezed your hand three times, you repeat it back. You take a shaking breath in and blow it out, smiling.
Premise: Gale won't shut up about tonight's mission, bet the dress you borrowed from those Drow would remind the Wizard of his other special talent with that mouth 😏👅
• Gale x afab!reader • M rating • Act 3
Reader POV, we love a slutty dress, Gale caught staring, tone shift, need, hunger, desire, a practiced tongue indeed, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, Gale loves giving, blissed out, round two?
1.9k words
Thanks to @elminstersapprentice for this dishy dashing picture of our lovely Wizard 🤤💜
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"Gale." You snapped, after the fourth reason why you could be the one to carry out the mission instead of him at the Gala tonight.
"What?" He purses his lip, furrowing his brow, his hands hooked onto his hips.
"Do you see how low," you glide your fingertips down past your sternum, showing the deep neckline of your dress, "and how high," you smooth the other hand up your thigh to your hips, rounding onto the ball of your foot to stick out the ample curve of your behind, "this dress is?"
You'd borrowed it from the Drow in Sharess' Caress. A deep, rich midnight blue variation with silver accents. It dipped in a low V and almost as high in the double thigh splits.
Practically nothing was left to the imagination in this piece, intentionally. You were the distraction, not the infiltration. The only thing that you would be climbing tonight, were the stairs to a ballroom.
Gale takes in the full length of you and swallows hard, his throat bobs and he flicks his tongue over his bottom lip; it was like he'd just seen a bookmark being used instead of folding down the page.
His arcane protection bubble flashes around him, and he shuffles uncomfortably.
"Uh, yes. I can feel-seel-see that very well." He confirms, failing to keep composure.
Good, you'd flustered him into some sort of pause on his tirade.
"Right, so by your Wizardly intelligence, do you think I'm wearing underwear at this moment?" You click your tongue around the 't' and tilted your head with an inquisitive pout.
Gale opens his mouth to retort but simply stares agog, rubbing his tongue over the back of his teeth.
"I would deduce.. not." He attempts a steady tone and fails miserably, transfixed by the revealing angles of your outfit.
He catches himself staring and corrects his gaze to something behind you on the dresser; his jaw and neck tense, palms squeezing tight, and a definite growing strain in his trousers.
An exciting but unexpected warmth pools in the pit of your stomach, buzzing across you like a thousand bees and collects between your scantily covered thighs.
You were about to make a sardonic quip about giving the person below quite a view while scaling the stone walls without underwear, but something stirred within you. Something hungry and impatient.
You'd always found Gale attractive. How could you not? His dark, long hair. His warm, chocolate and caramel eyes. The passion and playfulness behind his voice, the richness of the timbre.
It also didn't go against his favour that despite his Wizardly predelection, his body was positively sinful and demanded scandalously debauched fantasies about it.
You'd shared some glances and flirtatious quips, of course. But never anything substantial. Nothing physical.
Apart from that accidental kiss.
You had both chalked it up to him being lonely, and you seeking comfort. And although that was probably right, it didn't stop the fact that Gale Dekarios was a very handsome man.
It also didn't halt the fact, that you had unequivocally decided his dry spell was about to end.
You flick your tongue over the softness of your lips, "Would you like to make sure?" You ask, switching the situation with a dangerously dark tone.
If it was possible, Gale tenses even further. The now very telltale and mouth-watering bulge straining against his tightening trousers. The orb in his chest blooms a dull purple glow through his thin shirt.
You smirk, knowing the effect you were having, and push onto the ball of your arched foot, prowling your way forward.
Gale's breathing was shallow and shaking, his eyes desperately flitting from the deep slope of your breasts, the fullness of your hips and the desire in your eyes. Your eye contact remains fiercely locked on his, as you close the short gap between you.
Stopping in front of him, you feel the carnal need rippling off his body in warm waves. You jut your chin at him.
"You need to make sure you're completely correct. What answers aren't backed by physical evidence?" You purr, refusing to touch him just yet. An attempt to tease yourself, not just to delay his gratification.
He raises a hand, that unconsciously almost forms into a cupped grope but straightens, as he wordlessly moves towards your chest. His own glowing brighter in anticipation.
Gale licks his lips, heavy breaths hot on your skin. He gently lands his middle two fingertips on your breast bone and slowly drags them down, down, down towards your navel.
It feels like warm sparks of electricity streak his touch, your nipples harden and peak, as you gasp unintentionally.
You feel another hand glide up the meat of your thigh, and splay under the high seam of the dress, shooting zapping energy through your crotch. He thumbs the light crease of your pelvis, his fingers gripping hard against your ass. Your pussy twinges and flexes around the ghost of his length inside you.
You let out a throaty moan and bite your lip, leaning your head back slightly.
"I didn't mean with your hands." You stare back at him, almost losing the breath in your lungs at his heavily lust lidded eyes.
"Yes, Madam." He groaned with an irked, determined brow. His whiskey and barrel coloured eyes burned with hunger, as he pushes you roughly backwards and immediately drops to his knees.
Gripping the long, draping fabric of your dress roughly and pushing it to the side, he buries his face between the folds of your soaked pussy, with a noise of sheer hedonism.
You cry out in shocked pleasure as he instantly gets to work, his tongue flutters over your clit with practiced precision.
Falling against the dressing table, you grip it tightly, digging your nails in the pliant wood.
A loud, rough moan shoots from your throat as he adjusts himself to the more stable position and laps at your hole, nose pressed against your sensitive spot.
"Oh, dear fucking gods, Gale!" You moan, reeling from the speed of his candor and skill.
Your hand flies to fist his long hair, whining as you press him harder against your core. His desperate whimpering moans muffled though your lips, as he picks up speed and fervour.
"Oh, the gods cursed wonders, you taste so good." He growls against you, vibrating as he shakes his head between your thighs.
'A practised tongue' was how he'd described it one night around the campfire. Gods above and below; the Wizard had not been exaggerating his talent.
He glides a flat tongue up the length of your wetness as two fingers tease your soaking entrance, peddling against your engorged sex.
"Ohh, fuck, yess.. please." You whimper, holding on for dear life. Your hips rolling, earnestly craving more friction against his delicious mouth.
You keen through a bitten lip, as two perfectly poised fingers plunge inside your warmth, slow at first but soon pick up pace, pressing against the pleasure at your centre.
You eek out a strangled cry, arching your back and wantonly spreading your legs for him more. He pushes you onto the make-up dresser proper, angling your pussy to allow him to openly feast on you from the floor.
The orb in his chest now an amethyst beacon of his fervour and hunger, radiating you in his feverish glow.
He hooks one leg onto his shoulder, draping your dress over it, all the while never missing a beat of his ministrations against your swollen clit.
The perfect pace, the precise rhythm, the feeling of his skillful tongue and especially the prior knowledge that he truly loves eating pussy, was enough to tip you over the edge.
Your body seizes, straining as you helplessly gasp against the futility of denying the devastating orgasm about to rock through your soul.
One hand wraps around your thigh, the other dexterously filling your cunt, pumping with the perfect amount of force. The pleasure tightens around your hips and low in your belly.
His soft mouth and practiced tongue licks, sucks, teases and worships your clit. The tandem stimulation building together to create a glorious symphony of exorbitant and exquisite elation gripping your body, flushing your skin, puckering your nipples and slackening your jaw in hedonistic abandon.
Your toes curl, your body tenses, your back arches and fists hold on for dear life, before losing the ability to breathe.
He holds you on the precipice of orgasm, denying your fulfillment.
You gasp shakily and shoot your gaze through the valley of your heaving breasts to see the honeyed bark of his irises staring up at you with an air of purest desire, aching hunger and ultimate, delirious satisfaction of eating out your cunt till you cum hot and messy, all over his pristinely manicured beard.
The sight of him, bathed in the violet blaze of his ravenous chest, needy and desperate to see you cum all over his mouth and chin, tips you over the already crumbling edge.
Your thighs shudder uncontrollably in his grasp as your orgasm hits you, like slamming into an oncoming Thunderwave. Your eyes roll up in the explosion of ecstasy roiling in great swells, radiating to all the untouched places of you that so want to be discovered.
Shamelessly crying out incoherent praise on his name, your body bucks against his sinful mouth, shaking the dresser underneath you; as Gale clamps his grip on your thigh, holding you in place. Your own slaps down on his and squeezes, the other still fisting his brown and grey streaked locks.
Without warning his tongue's efforts re-double, practically vibrating against your clit. His fingers pumping and stroking at disgusting speed inside you.
"Gale!" You exclaim, tears forming in your eyes as another orgasm surges forward, quaking the mewling whine of his name in excruciating bliss. Your walls clenching zealously around his fingers curling at your centre, the hot feeling of cum leaking out of your twitching hole.
Deep, lustful groans resonate through his muscular chest, as he rides the waves of your orgasm; undulating his neck and head to greedily lave your well-earned spend down his throat.
He never ceases, guiding you through the fierce storm with ravenous tongue and adroit digits. Overstimulation just barely out of reach, as he sweetly and expertly brings you back to this plane.
The aftershocks tremble your legs and cause your core to twitch. Your head lolls side to side against the mirror behind you and eventually back to look down at him.
He's covered in your release, smiling like a cat that got the whole jug of cream.
"A 'practised tongue', Gale." You sigh out a rough whine breathlessly, "Fucking understatement of the century." The tone was accusing but the breathlessness spoke of undiluted satisfaction.
You felt his deep chuckle against your skin before you heard it through the ringing in your ears.
"Well, I did warn you." You could hear the delirious smile in his voice, "Oh gods, I've missed that. That was incredible." He mumbles against your skin, expression blissed out.
"Yes, it was.. ohmyfuckinggods.." You moaned, chest still heaving; reeling from the double whammy you'd just received from the party bookworm.
"You look so beautiful like this, dear Gods," He groaned through a bitten lip, "I could stay here forever feasting on this delicious pussy." He presses kisses in the valleys between your folds and your inner thighs, "Mm, can I? We're not imperative to tonight's plan, are we?" He teases through pressed lips and hot tongue, knowing full well that; yes, you were.
But that wasn't for another hour.
"Oh, Gale sweetheart, we aren't going anywhere yet," you giggle low and bite your bottom lip, looking down at the disheveled, grinning, still glowing Wizard between your soaked and trembling legs, with raw lust. "You see, I didn't mean with your mouth either."
Premise: Bob uses his tactic to stop him sneezing to stop -uh- other things happening 🥒💦😏🤭
• Bob Reynolds x afab!reader • Mature
Reader POV, "You", porn without a plot, no spoilers, PinV, Bob trying not to cum, but reader has other ideas, "cucumbers", round 2
900 words
This cutie has me in a chokehold right now. Makes sense, since I've loved his Dad since Casper (1995) 👀🙈
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His chestnut curls dangle in front of his beautiful, angular face. His thin lips parted, breaths short and gasping to the rhythm of his snapping hips.
You let out a whining moan, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts.
"Oh, baby.. oh, baby--you feel so goddamn good inside me like this." You manage, clinging into his biceps for dear life, as pounds into you.
His eyes screw tight, as a fresh wave of pleasure cascades over him.
His thrusts falter as he whines out a plea, "Not yet, not yet. Please." He begs to no one, fingernails biting crescent moons into your skin.
His dark ocean eyes find you in the chaos, his expression caught in tense refusal to surrender to his desires.
Bob pants heavily, falling forward and covering your body with his. Your hands palm his glistening skin, trying to experience every inch of him.
"You-you--" he tried to begin, "You're too good. Dangerous. Heh." He huffs out a laugh, and swallows thickly.
He doesn't dare move, but your walls subconsciously clench around his length buried inside you at his adorable, awkward nature.
"Ahh!" He gasps, his handsome face wracked with concentration, "No-no-no--not yet. Not yet."
But his body betrays him. His hips gently pulsing, desperate for some friction. Pulling his mouth tight, he shakes out his head to help block out the on-coming storm.
You run your fingers through his soft curls, fisting them within your grasp. Rolling your hips against him, you pull him close towards you.
His cock glides inside your wet pussy, bottoming out with a satisfying squelch, from how soaked you are; the delicious pressure of his hips pushed flush against your thighs, the weight of his balls on your ass.
"Don't stop--don't stop love, please." You bite your bottom lip from the aching fullness of Bob's girthy length, his thick head kissing your cervix.
His expression contorts and wracks, "Ngh ! Cucumber ! Cucumber ! Cucumber !" Bob cries out, voice cracking with tormented zeal.
You giggle, and whisper deviously behind gritted teeth, "That's not going to save you now, Bobert baby."
Bob gasps as you hook your calf around his gorgeous ass, pinning him against you; your naked, sweating bodies gliding together. Squeezing your walls around him, you roll your hips from underneath, fucking him from below.
"Cu-cum-ber," you curl a desperate moan from the back of your throat around the word, rolling your eyes up.
Bob makes a tight noise of exertion from his waning resolve, snapping his eyes shut then prising them open again. His deep electric eyes buzzing with palpable need.
"Mm-d-don't.. don't do that." He warns, rumbling low in his his chest.
"Cu-cum-ber, cu-cum-ber," you chorus in his ear, sucking on his lobe, "Mm, cu-cum-ber. Cum.. cum.. cum.." you hum against the hard curve of his ear.
Bob gasps, body seizing, head devoid of thought. He growls above you, vibrating through your bones before his hand flies to grasp your thigh in a desperate plea.
"Oh no." His voice sounds small and bathed in ecstatic delirium. His eyes find yours in the stillness, full of apologetic elation.
You knew he was a goner.
His breath catches, his muscles tense around you. Hips stuttering, curls jolting from the force of his jerking thrusts.
Spit caught on his chin, he lunges to kiss you hard; muffling his needful, ardent moans in your pliant lips.
You redouble your passion and meet him toe to toe; pulling him down hard, wrapping your legs higher, welcoming his trembling cock even deeper.
Bob cums hard inside your tight, wanting cunt. A vicious, shuddering moan erupts in his throat, as he screws up his face.
His cock pulses inside you, shooting his thick, milky load to paint your walls white with his cum.
He cries out, moaning and whining as he spurts, "Ngh-take it--take it ! Deep-deep inside. T-take it deep, take it all-all--"
"Mm.. Yes, baby. Give it to me. Show me how good I make you feel." You purr, holding him close; feeling the flexing of his ass cheeks against your calves, as he sloppily drives inside, "Yes. Good-good--so very good.. my handsome hero." You whisper against his sweat-slickened temple.
You feel his wet lips dragging against your jaw, the hot puffs of ragged breaths; as he keens into the crook of your neck.
"Ohmygod." He exhales, "ohmy--god." He stutters breathlessly, crumpling into your arms.
Still buried inside, you feel the strong pulsing thrum of his cock fluttering against your desecrated walls; in rhythm with his heartbeat thumping against your chest, hard enough to burst.
You sigh to yourself in contentment for a moment, holding this beautiful soul close to you, as he gradually descends back to Earth.
You lay there for several peaceful moments. Your breathing returning to normal, muscles soaking and sinking into the bed.
Bob makes small, contented noises; little hums of tranquility to himself and it makes you smile. You wrap your arms around his toned shoulders and toss his curls in your loose fingers.
And then, stillness in the afterglow.
Contentment. Safety. Adoration.
You could and would gladly stay in this moment forever with him.
After a few effortlessly comfortable moments, Bob slowly begins softly thrusting once more.
He nestles into you, his jaw bumping against your face. You press gentle kisses to his brow, his temple; running your fingertips along his muscular back.
Bob lazily thrusts his full, impressive length to drag against the soft ripples of your vagina.
"I'm still hard. Oh--" He pushes himself up to look at you, his cerulean blues alight with intrigue, "I could cum again." He nods, blinking fiercely in his Bob way.
"Wanna cucumber together?" You tease through a laugh.
He nods enthusiastically, "Oh, definitely."
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This man. This cutie patootie man. This cutie patootie bootie--I'mma stop 😩🤭
I have a Masterlist if y'all are interested? 👀😏 Mostly BG3 stuff, if you're into that kind of thaang 🥴
