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Hey guys! I'm really sorry, but I won't be putting out a post tonight. I got home really late from theatre and I procrastinated on school work, so I won't find the time to write it. I'll try to have one tomorrow!

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The Broom Closet

Kinktober Day 15: Sadism

Ship: Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens (Modern AU)

Word Count: 676 words

CW: Cock and ball torture, spanking, choking, cum control, drunk sex, probably terrible French

MINORS DNI!

Alex had a massive aversion to drinking. Not for any particular reason, he had a name to uphold. None of his friends understood it. He would come to the bar, yet he wouldn’t drink. However, they accepted it after a while. Alex soon became the driver for his intoxicated crew. One night, however, things were a little different. The group had more than enough to drink like normal. However, there was something about his buddy John that was attracting him. John had worn some tight jeans to the bar, which was perfectly defining his ass. It gave Alex urges he hadn’t felt before. Lafayette, another one of Alex’s friends, wrapped his arm around the man. 

“Alex, mon ami, what is troubling you tonight?” he asked, his words slurring from the drinks. 

“There’s something about John’s outfit,” Alex muttered under his breath. “I can’t put my finger on what’s wrong…”

“If you want to just gifle son cul, then do it! No one’s stopping you!” Alex looked around before turning back to Laf.

“Are you sure?”

“Do I look like I’m not sure?”

“I mean, you are drunk so-”

“Just do it!” Laf exclaimed, pushing Alex towards John who spilled his drink from getting startled. Alex gasped, panicking.

“I’m so sorry, John—” John put his hand on Alex’s shoulder.

“It’s all good, Alexander! You want a drink?” John held his cup out at Alex, who put it back down on the table.

“I’m good,” he denied before looking towards the janitor’s closet and then back at John. “Can we talk in private really quick?” John nodded excitedly as Alex took his hand, bringing him to the closet and shutting the door. Alex decided to make his move then, hesitantly placing his hand on John’s ass. 

“Alex, if you wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just said,” John smiled. Alex’s face reddened. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say I want you fuck you necessarily—” John nodded in understanding and thought for a second before getting an idea. He pulled down his pants and boxers, sticking his ass up.

“Just make me feel pain! I can take it, I promise,” John teased drunkenly. Alex had seen familiar things happen. Unfortunately, he was at one point the victim of a porn addiction. As much as he didn’t want to have sex, he couldn’t resist acting out these urges. Alex decided to try his luck, slapping John’s ass, causing the freckled man to moan. 

“Keep going, Alex…” John moaned. Alex knew John was a bit freaky, but to this extent? Alex shrugged and kept going, getting more moans from John. After a little bit, Alex began to realize that he was starting to like this too. He went from smacking John’s ass to choking John to get him to stand upright against the wall. However, John wanted more. 

“Torture my cock…” Alex looked confused. 

“How… and why?” 

“Slap my cock and balls and because it feels nice,” John answered in a whiny tone.

“I just don’t see why—”

“Just do it, Alex!” Alex sighed, smacking John’s cock and balls with a pretty good force. He kept at it for a while until John grabbed his arm. “Please… I need to cum…” Alex had gotten the hang of this thing by now, deciding to take control. 

“You do not cum until I say, you got it?” John nodded, flustered at this new side of his friend. Alex continued to slap at John’s balls for a good bit, getting loud moans out of him. Alex had to cover John’s mouth because it got so loud. About 3 or 4 minutes passed before Alex finally allowed John to cum. John came all over himself. Seeing as he still had a shirt on, there were bound to be stains. Alex sighed and looked at John.

“We say it’s alcohol, you hear me?” John nodded as Alex put John’s pants back on for him. The two walked out of the broom closet as if nothing had ever happened. Although, Lafayette could tell: they had a time in there.

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Don't Drink?

Kinktober Day 14: Humiliation

Ship: Alexander Hamilton x Thomas Jefferson

Credit to artist

Word Count: 828 words

CW: Mirror sex, getting drunk, foul language, degradation, some praising, getting caught in the act, palming/groping

MINORS DNI!

Alexander Hamilton was the office’s cookie cutter example of a great worker. Amazing work ethic, well dressed, knowledgeable in his field, and most importantly, knew how to defend his company. Hamilton was often at the brunt of a lot of jealousy by a certain group of workers he deemed a danger to the company. The leader of this group happened to be none other than his longtime rival: Thomas Jefferson. 

It’s not that Thomas was a bad worker. In fact, he was runner up for employee of the month multiple times, only to get beaten by Alexander. The two had differing views on where the office would go, which resulted in multiple arguments at the board meetings. However, one day, their boss George had enough. He demanded that the two meet him at the local bar after work. Upon hesitation, the two eventually agreed. However, when they got there, George was nowhere to be found. 

“Oh god dammit,” Thomas grumbled under his breath. “He set us up!”

“We’re going home.” Alexander went to leave, only to have his arm grabbed by Jefferson. 

“We came all this way, why not just have a drink?”

“I don’t drink, Thomas. It ruins my train of thought.” Thomas sighed and shook his head disapprovingly. 

“What now? You don’t have sex because it rUiNs YoUr MiNdSeT?” Alexander was silent, staring stone faced at Thomas. Thomas dragged Alex over to the bar, getting them both a margarita. “Don’t worry. Drink’s on me, but it’s the last time I’m ever doing that for you, Hamilton.” Alex pushed the drink away.

“I’m not drinking that. I told you I don’t drink.” Thomas leaned closer to Alexander’s face, glaring at him.

“I did not just pay 32 dollars for two margaritas just for you to not drink one.” Alexander sighed, grabbing the margarita and taking a sip. The drink wasn’t too bad, surprisingly. He honestly thought all alcohol tasted like sadness and regret, but this one tasted fruity. Thomas noticed the other man’s approval, deciding to pay for another and another and another until the two were drunk. 

As the night went on, the two laughed at random things happening in the bar. Thomas had no idea Alexander thought half of the bar fights were this funny. He decided to test the waters, grabbing onto Alex’s upper thigh toward his crotch area. The gesture made Alexander blush, grabbing Thomas’s arm.

“Right here?” he asked. “Isn’t it too risky?” 

“Please!” Thomas slurred. “I’m sure everyone wants to see how freaky you can really get~” Thomas nibbled on Alexander’s ear, causing him to squeak in shock. Thomas moved the hand that was on his thigh onto Alex’s crotch, palming him through his pants. Alex let out a few soft moans. The bartender noticed and sighed in an “I-don’t-get-paid-enough-for-this” kind of way.

“If you two are gonna fuck, do it in the damn bathroom.” Despite how much Thomas wanted to tease Alexander more in front of people, he and Alex decided to go to the bathroom. They stumbled in, finding themselves in front of a mirror. This gave Thomas a genius idea. Let’s just say in a matter of minutes, both men were bottomless and Alex was pinned in front of the mirror with Thomas inside him. 

“Look at you,” Thomas growled in Alex’s ear. “All pinned against the wall like prey. What would our boss think, employee of the month?” Thomas had started recording on his phone, while his other hand grabbed onto Alex’s long hair, pulling it to make him look at the mirror.

“Fucking hell, Thomas…” Alex groaned. “Is George really going to ca— oh— re?” Thomas could only laugh for a moment before slamming into Alex again. 

“He’ll see you for what you really are: a slut.” Alex moaned again. 

“I’m such a– fuck- fucking slut…”

“For such a slut, you’re so obedient~”

“And you’re— oh— talkative for someone who’s a- fuck- good employee…”  Alex could barely form words. As he was forced to watch Thomas pound him, he wondered deep down if someone would walk in. However, that was the least of his worries. Who knew that Thomas could fuck pretty good? 

As Alex felt himself reach an orgasm, he gasped. Thomas got a tight grip of Alex’s hair. He wanted to savor this. The two orgasmed together, completely ignoring someone opening the door. That was until they heard the clearing of a throat. Thomas turned his head to find George standing there in front of them. The two scurried to put their pants on, despite how close they were to release. George shook his head.

“When I meant ‘get along’, I didn’t mean ‘have sex in a public bathroom.’” Alex’s face was red with embarrassment, while Thomas had one last remark. 

“I’ll do what I want with this little toy of mine, thank you very much, George.” With that, Thomas whisked Alex away with only fate knowing what would happen the next work day.

This is an office au!

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Baby Fever

Kinktober Day 13: Breeding

Ship: Avery x Aiken (OC x OC)

Word Count: 676 words

CW: Fingering, overstimulation, squirting, foul language, praise kink, Male/FTM sex

MINORS DNI!

The past few months had been hard for Aiken. Ever since he went back to Canada with Avery to visit his family, he had been getting pretty bad baby fever. Being around his little cousins made him feel a little jealous. He wanted a kid of his own, and for a while, he didn’t know where to look until he remembered he had Avery. He remembered that he had mentioned being willing to carry his babies if he wanted, so he decided to make it happen. 

After getting home from work one day, Aiken noticed Avery on the couch. He dropped his bag on the kitchen floor, lifting Avery up and onto his lap. 

“Whoa!” Avery exclaimed, a bit startled. “Hello to you too, baby.”

“I can’t take it anymore, Aves,” Aiken mumbled. 

“Can’t take what?!” Avery asked, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I want you carrying my damn babies.” Avery’s face went red from surprise. The sudden and blunt wording caught him off guard. However, the kisses Aiken began to give on Avery’s neck turned him on. The tension could be cut with a knife as Aiken picked Avery up, going to the bedroom. He threw Avery down on the bed, taking off his shirt. 

“You gonna fuck me fully clothed?” Avery asked, grabbing onto Aiken’s shirt and taking it off. Aiken chuckled for a second, taking off Avery’s pants and biting his boxers, taking them off with his mouth. 

“Are you turned on yet?” Aiken teased, taking off his own pants and boxers. Avery nodded slowly as Aiken licked his fingers. He put one into Avery’s wet cunt, slowly going in and out to prep him. Avery moaned at the feeling, his walls getting tight to accommodate his finger. The feeling, while not his dick, made Aiken go insane. He put a second finger in, stroking his dick a little to get himself a little pleasure. 

“Mm… fuck, your fingers feel so good…” Avery moaned softly. “But your dick would feel even better.” “Oh really?” Aiken raised his eyebrow. “Well alright, but I won’t go easy on you.”

“Good, that’s how I like it. Fill me up.” With that, Aiken roughly entered Avery, thrusting in and out with no warning. Avery would almost scream with how good each thrust felt. Aiken went rougher as Avery begged for more. He knew his husband was kinky but damn.

“You like that, huh? You want this, don’t you? You’re like a fucking god with how incredible your body is.” Aiken praised his husband, as much as he wanted to degrade him. He couldn’t do it. He was focused on making a baby, not being mean. 

“Fucking hell! Fill me, baby! Fill me!” Avery panted as he started to squirm. At one point, when Aiken hit his g spot, he started to squirt. He gasped, loudly moaning. “God! Keep going! Keep going! Right there!” As Aiken thrusted more, he used his hand to rub Avery’s clit to give him pleasure. He squirted again, orgasming right after.

“Are you gonna cum, baby boy?” Aiken asked gently despite his own pleasure.

“Yes!” Avery moaned loudly. 

“Cum all you want, but I’m going to make sure you’re full by the end of this~” As he said that, Avery came, legs shaking. However, Aiken lived up to his promise, eventually cumming inside of Avery. He continued, however, cumming at least 3 more times. Avery was screaming by this point. 

“FUCKING HELL! FILL UP MY CUNT! PLEASE! LET ME BEAR YOUR BABY!” Aiken thrusted a few more times before cumming one more time. He pulled out of Avery, cum dripping out of his cunt. Aiken decided to wipe it with his fingers, shoving it back in and putting a plug in. Avery was practically out of breath by the time Aiken laid back down. 

“You did so well, Avery,” Aiken said, kissing his overstimulated partner on the head. “You’re gonna be the best father if you can take that much.”

“Heh…” Avery weakly laughed. “You will too.” They embraced each other before falling asleep.

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An Angel Loses His Wings

Kinktober Day 12: Nipple Play

Ship: Destiel

Word Count: 712 words

CW: Suggestive themes, grinding, foul language, praise kink, mentions of piss

MINORS DNI!

The TV was playing the same old show Castiel liked. He always watched it while Dean was out. It was like a comfort to him as he sat watching the show alone in the dark house. However, when Dean and Sam came home, the TV didn’t matter. Cas would greet Dean warmly and usually get a kiss on the cheek. Tonight was a little different. When Dean came home, Cas greeted him like he usually did. 

“Good evening, Dean,” Cas said with a smile. Dean sighed with a tired smile, only briefly kissing Castiel’s cheek, which confused the angel. 

“You don’t usually push by me so quickly. Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean answered dismissively. “I’m fine.” Sam shook his head.

“He just had a rough night, that’s all. Don’t listen to him.” Cas nodded as Sam went to the kitchen to fix himself a snack. Dean sat on the couch, rubbing his temples as he groaned aggravatedly. Castiel stood behind the couch, massaging Dean’s shoulders. 

“Is there anything I can do to help relieve some of your tension?”

“For starters, you can sit down. I don’t bite, dumbass.” The angel sat down next to Dean, ultimately wanting to make him feel better somehow. He rubbed his back in circles. Dean sat up to look at Cas. “Hold on. I wanna try something.” Cas stopped, putting his arm to his side. Dean took off Cas’s trench coat and undoing his tie.

“Dean what are you—” Castiel went to ask before Dean motioned for him to shut up. He then unbuttoned Cas’s shirt just enough to be able to reach his pecs. He grabbed Cas’s nipple, pinching it gently in between his thumb and index finger. Out of instinct, Cas grabbed Dean’s arm, but there was something odd about this. It didn’t feel like he was being hurt. It felt good. 

“Damn,” Dean said. “Are your nipples just naturally hard or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’ll let you guess for yourself,” Cas retorted sarcastically. Dean shut him up with a kiss as he once again pinched his nipple. That got a soft moan out of Cas as he tightened his grip on Dean, who laughed as he continued to do it. 

“You’re fucking hot when you’re like this, you know that?”

“Yeah, I do. You just said it.” Dean jokingly rolled his eyes as he noticed something in Cas’s pants. It shocked Cas when he felt Dean sit down on his lap, practically positioning his ass on the bulge. It overwhelmed the angel to feel all of this stimulation all at once. He tried to simply focus on the moment and his breathing, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Dean. The feeling made him squirm under Dean, trying to position himself properly. However, that wasn’t enough for Dean.  He wanted to watch Cas feel good. Dean began to grind on Cas’s lap, which caused the angel to whimper. 

“You like that?” Dean asked. “You deserve it all, you good little angel.” Those words drove Cas crazy. The thought of praise made these feelings intensify. All he could think about was the feeling of pent up tension to go away. Dean had somehow passed it onto him. Well, anything to help Dean feel better, he thought. 

“Dean please—” Cas begged for…some reason.

“Please what, hon?” he asked, grinding faster. 

“I feel like something is going to happen, but I don’t know what…”

“You gonna cum?”

“...yeah that,” Cas went along with Dean, who only went faster and pinched harder. Another wave of pleasure filled Castiel as he felt something leave his body, moaning for a moment before panting. Did he piss himself? Oh god, he better not have pissed himself. Dean laughed at Cas’s cluelessness. 

“Never had sweet release before?” Dean asked before remembering that he was an angel of fucking God. He probably never actually felt like this as much as he should. Cas simply nodded as Dean got off of him. 

“I’m going to go to the restroom now,” Cas excused himself as he locked himself into the bathroom. His face was red when he looked into the mirror. When he sat down and took his boxers off, he saw that there wasn’t piss, but semen.

“Shit…”

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Spicing Up Dinner

Kinktober Day 11: Public Sex

Ship: Buddy x Cyrus (OC x OC)

Word Count: 570 words

CW: Degradation, riding, masturbation, almost caught, foul language

MINORS DNI!

Buddy and Cyrus were hungry, so they decided to stop by a Red Robin for dinner. They got their reservation and sat down at the booth. Lovely, Cyrus thought to himself as he sat down in the booth. Buddy went to sit down, but Cyrus decided to stop him. 

“Nope,” he said, motioning over to him. “On my lap.” Buddy looked around and then at Cyrus, rather confused. 

“Are yew tryin’ ta get us kicked out??” Buddy whispered to Cyrus. 

“Maybe, maybe not,” Cyrus shrugged. “Now c’mon, don’t act like you don’t wanna.” Buddy, at a loss for words, gave in and sat on Cyrus’s lap. The server came over to take their order, not even questioning the fact they were sitting in an odd position. The two gave their order and the waiter left them alone. Buddy felt Cyrus undo his belt and take off his jeans, to which Buddy bucked his hips up to allow them to go down. Cyrus took off his own pants and boxers, proceeding to take off Buddy’s own boxers with it. The cowboy shuddered at the air blowing on his cock. 

As the waiter brought their stuff, they dug in. However, Cyrus let something slip: his dick in Buddy’s ass. Buddy started to moan, but his mouth was very quickly covered. Buddy looked around as well, deciding to try to subtly ride Cyrus. He shoved Cyrus’s hand off of his mouth, eating the food to attempt to hide his noises. 

“You think that’s gonna work?” Cyrus teased as Buddy was repressing his moans. With his free hand, Cyrus started to stroke Buddy to hopefully get him to finish faster, so they can eat their damn dinner. Buddy continued to shove more food in his mouth as Cyrus nibbled on his ear. 

“You’re such a desperate little pig, aren’t you?” Buddy nodded rapidly, putting his free hand on his cock as well to stroke faster, clearly on the verge of climax. Buddy squirmed as Cyrus stroked faster. He grabbed the table to contain himself as he orgasmed. However, he had to stop because the waiter checked on them. After managing to satisfy them with their answer, Buddy turned his head to be able to see Cyrus decently.

“Did… did you have to do it that hard?” Buddy asked in a low voice. 

“Yes I did,” Cyrus smirked, doing it again. Buddy gasped, covering his mouth. Tears filled his eyes from pleasure as he felt himself get closer to sweet release. Cyrus could tell from the way Buddy tensed up, going even quicker with his stroking and practically pounding into Buddy. Buddy shoved some of Cyrus’s food into his mouth as he started to cum onto his stomach and onto the underside of the table. Cyrus grabbed a napkin, cleaned Buddy up, and put both of their pants back on. Buddy sat down in the booth for the first time that night and finished his dinner, which was honestly lackluster to him. The only thing that was worth it was Cyrus’s dick in his ass, but when was it never worth it? By the time the two left the restaurant, Buddy was practically limping. One hostess took notice.

“Are you okay, sir?” she asked. Buddy turned around with his face remaining deadpan.

“I’m fine. Mind yer business.” And just like that, Buddy and Cyrus limped out of the Red Robin, never going back there again.

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Something Quite New

Kinktober Day 10: Object Penetration

Ship: Avery x Aiken (OC x OC)

Word Count: 670 words

CW: Dildo penetration, masturbation, squirting, foul language

MINORS DNI!

Avery had always been one to try things out. The bedroom was no exception to this. He would put his body through hell just to pleasure himself or his husbands. Aiken was certainly one to do the same. He made sure to do his research when he wasn’t working or taking care of his daughter. You could never be too prepared was what he always said. 

One day, Avery approached Aiken with an idea when the two were cuddling in bed. 

“You know, I’ve always wanted to be penetrated with something other than your dick,” he said nonchalantly. Aiken perked up at the idea, seeing as the two were already half naked. 

“What were you thinking?” he asked. “A massive dildo?” Avery laughed at that remark.

“Maybe, but I was thinking something along the lines of some sort of handle.”

“Ray would kill you if you came on his hairbrush,” Aiken teased. Avery thought for a minute before eventually looking at his husband with a smirk.

“What’s the biggest dildo you have?” Aiken didn’t have many dildos. However, the ones he did have were mainly to prep himself whenever he and Ray had sex. The biggest one he had was about 4-5 inches long. The collection he had wasn't exactly one with much risk. He needed his body to wrestle. He grabbed the largest dildo he had in the closet and showed it to Avery.

“You think that’ll fit?” Avery blushed.

“If it doesn’t, make it fit.” Aiken pulled Avery’s boxers down and pulled the blankets off. He lubed up the dildo to ensure that it was an easy time. He wasn’t willing to tell his daughter why her father was hurt down there. He then went over to Avery, gently pecking him on the lips. Avery gave a nod to signal he was ready, to which Aiken put the dildo in. It had an easy slide in, which told Aiken all he needed to know. He started thrusting the dildo in and out, which made Avery moan like crazy. As if Avery wasn’t sensitive enough, he started to rub his enlarged clit. 

“Your moans are like music to my ears, love,” Aiken smiled as he listened to Avery melt under his touch. He didn’t get to top all too often, but when he did, it was lovely. Exhibit A: right now. It turned Aiken on seeing Avery all sensitive and vulnerable. However, it was Avery’s time to get pleasure, not his. He didn’t mind waiting through the uncomfortable feeling the bulge gave him. As he moved the dildo in and out, he noticed Avery had not only started to climax but started squirting as well. The squirt got on Aiken’s hand. At first, Aiken stopped but then, he switched hands with the dildo and licked the squirt off of his hands to seduce Avery.

“Wh- Who are you? Magic Mike?” Avery taunted throughout his sea of moans. 

“I’m better than Magic Mike, baby,” Aiken teased as he went rough without warning. It didn’t hurt Avery surprisingly. It only motivated him more sexually. 

“Oh fuck- Aiken I’m so close-” Aiken only kept going, giving his husband what he wanted.

“Cum for me, baby,” Aiken demanded. He didn’t have to say more because Avery soon came on the dildo. As Aiken slowly took out the dildo, he licked the dildo clean before going in and eating Avery’s cunt until he had sopped up the fluid like a cat. Avery was left practically shaking with pleasure. Aiken put the dildo on the nightstand and picked him up, bringing him to the bath and washing him.

“What about your… y’know?” Avery asked, motioning towards Aiken’s crotch. 

“I’ll be okay,” he replied, shrugging. “Sure, it’s uncomfortable, but I’d rather you be the one to walk away satisfied.” Avery smiled. They eventually finished off and Aiken put Avery to bed. He took care of his little problem rather quickly before hopping into bed with Avery and going to sleep, holding his lover in his arms.

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Get in the Groove

Kinktober Day 9: Face Fucking

Ship: Shawn Michaels x Triple H (older)

Word Count: 643 words

CW: Mentions of suicide, foul language, oral sex, mentions of health problems, being caught

MINORS DNI!

The recent NXT segment about censorship and the CW that Hunter and Shawn had to do was something that made the men cringe after doing. The only reason the two knew what they were doing was because Hunter’s kids had bribed them by paying for their next date night. 

“That was stupid,” Shawn sighed once the camera crew left.

“Yeah!” Hunter agreed. “What even is a skibidi Ohio?” Shawn had to resist laughing at his husband’s cluelessness with gen alpha slang. 

“That’s an Ariana question, Hunter.” Ariana was Hunter’s youngest kid. About 15 years old. It’s not that she didn’t know what she meant, she would rather kill herself than being caught saying the word skibidi. Either way, they were going to rip up that script and never look at it again. Shawn shredded the scripts while Hunter sat down, rubbing his temple. 

“I cannot believe we did this…” Shawn went and sat on Hunter’s lap, smirking. 

“You wanna relieve some tension?” Hunter laughed.

“Bend you over? At this ungodly hour?” Shawn looked at his lover like he had five heads. 

“God no! Just… I don’t know, fuck my face or something!” Now, it wasn’t like the two men weren’t sexually active. The two had gotten older. It was a lot harder to do stuff, especially with their corporate schedules. Thankfully, they didn’t have any more TV time. No fights to break up, no interviews, just the two of them in the office alone. 

The two locked lips, Hunter feeling Shawn’s body as he unbuttoned his lover’s shirt. Hunter’s tender hands on his body made Shawn shudder every time without fail. Shawn got up as Hunter wasted no time undoing his belt, throwing it to the floor, also taking off his pants and boxers. Shawn knelt down on the floor while Hunter lined up his cock with Shawn’s mouth. 

“Are you ready?” Hunter asked. 

“Babe, you’ve known me for how long now?” Shawn smirked. “I was born ready~” Seeing as he didn’t have to ask twice, Hunter thrusted into Shawn’s mouth. Each thrust sent chills up Hunter’s spine. Shawn would bob his head along with it to make his husband feel even better. One thing the two didn’t account for was that they still had their headsets on, so every single person could hear their little scene. 

“God… that feels good…” Hunter would groan. 

“Lovely,” Shawn would reply during breaks. “Just keep going harder.” Whether or not the two really cared about those in the production trucks’ ears was irrelevant as Hunter fucked Shawn’s face. However, the moment didn’t last as Hunter already felt close.

“Oh Shawn- I’m gonna-” Hunter came into Shawn's mouth, much to both men’s surprise. Shawn swallowed the cum as Hunter looked a little disappointed. 

“Expected to last longer?” Shawn asked, getting up and patting Hunter’s back. 

“Yeah, at least a few more minutes,” Hunter sighed, grabbing his clothes and putting them back on. Shawn kissed the man’s cheek. 

“It’s probably because we’re old and our health is declining, don’t feel too awful about it. Besides, it was better than that segment!” Hunter laughed a little. 

“I suppose you’re right. C’mon, let’s check on the crew.” The two men dressed and went to the truck to see multiple mortified faces. Shawn looked confused.

“Why do you all look terrified?” One worker spoke up.

“We could hear you through the headsets, sir–” That left both men speechless as well, slowly taking off the headsets and setting them down. 

“We really need a mute button on these things…” Shawn mumbled.

“There are mute buttons,” Hunter mumbled back. “We just forgot about them.” The two decided to let it go and walk out. Before they left completely, Shawn had one last joke to tell.

“That’s how oral sex works, everyone!” is what he said before Hunter dragged him out by the arm.

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I Think We're Alone Now

Kinktober Day 8: Frottage

Ship: Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley x Roman Reigns

Word Count: 1k words

CW: Foul language, degradation, implied power dynamics

MINORS DNI!

What are you doing tonight?

Working in two different companies while keeping a family together is hard. Roman and Jon knew this well. Roman was working for WWE, while Jon was carrying AEW on his back. Not to mention they also had two kids to look after. All of that stress accumulated into a lot of things. Anger, sadness, but most importantly lust. Due to their conflicting work schedules, the two rarely had time alone. It was mainly for holidays and the rare occasion of vacation time. When they were alone, the two were too tired for any of that kind of action. However, this time, they happened to have shows at the same time. Roman found it the perfect opportunity to shoot his shot with his lover. 

Roman

It wasn’t long before Roman got a response back.

Roman

What are you doing tonight?

After the show? Nothing. Why?

Jon 🖤

Perfect, Roman thought. Now, it was time for the million dollar question.

Roman

What are you doing tonight?

Jon 🖤

After the show? Nothing. Why?

Roman

Come to my hotel room after the show.

I wanna try something.

Read 9:25pm

Seeing the whole “read” thing didn’t drive Roman insane. He knew Jon had matches to do. He was used to it by now. He had his own job to do as well. However, he was mainly there to support his son Varian. As Roman counted the minutes, he waited in his dressing room. He couldn’t stop thinking about Jon. His sweaty body, his hot face, his gruff voice. Jon was perfect to Roman. So perfect, in fact, that Roman had to watch how he sat. He couldn’t wait to feel Jon’s body against his much longer. 

Minutes felt like hours before Varian went to ride with his own partner as Roman walked into the hotel awkwardly. About to check into the hotel was Jon, which prompted Roman to run over and grab his shoulder. Jon turned around with a startled expression before realizing it was Roman. 

“Hey, big dog,” he smiled while hugging Roman with one arm. 

“It’s been too long,” Roman sighed, nuzzling his head in the crook of Mox’s neck and taking in the man’s scent. The combination of the sweat and musky cologne was almost an aphrodisiac for Roman. The two checked into a room and Roman sat down on the bed, trying to shift his weight unsuspiciously. However, Mox saw right through his little game, tearing his shorts right off.

“Whatever happened to hello??-” Roman asked, now startled and staring at the man in front of him. Mox palmed Roman through his boxers, causing the bigger man to quietly whimper. 

“It’s happening right now,” Mox smirked. Roman looked at him confused at first before Mox took off his pants and boxers, showing his cock. He then pulled Roman’s boxers down to reveal his hardened self. He took both of their cocks and began to stroke, Roman’s below his own.

“What are you–” Roman went to ask before being interrupted by moans. He gripped the bedsheets as Mox kept going, leaning into Roman for a kiss. He responded well, kissing Mox to quiet his moans a little. Mox let go of the kiss, stroking Roman’s cheek with his free hand.

“Not so much of a tribal chief now, are you?” Roman shook his head, throwing his head back in pleasure. Only Jon knew how to get him to crack, and that was going to remain that way. Roman bucked his hips up for more attention. However, Jon stopped despite his own pleasure. 

“What was that for?-” Roman whimpered.

“Stay still,” Jon demanded before going back to what he was doing. Roman tried his best to stay still. The pleasure made it hard for him, but he wanted to get off somehow. It was his rare moment of vulnerability and time alone with Jon. He wasn’t about to ruin that. This whole thing was new. This quality time was somehow… better than all the rest. Both of them get equal pleasure together. 

“Jon…” Roman moaned, getting a curious look from the scruffy man.

“Yes love?” he asked with a gentle tone. He knew Roman loved that gentleness more than anything. 

“I’m getting close…” Jon’s eyebrows raised as he smirked at Roman’s little situation. He decided it was only right to give his tribal chief what he wanted. He started going quicker, increasing both his own and Roman’s breathing. 

“God– that’s good..” He groaned as Roman threw his head back again, gripping the sheets harder. 

“Oh fuck– Jon I’m gonna—” Roman was cut short as he came on his stomach. Jon came shortly after, both men engaging in a symphony of moans and groans. Jon let go of their dicks as Jon collapsed onto the bed next to Roman.

“Claudio said it was called frotting or something,” Jon sighed. “We’re doing this again.” Roman smiled at him.

“That was nice,” Roman said through heavy breathing. “What’s that called?”

“On our next date night?”

“No, right now. Get back up.” Roman’s expression looked shocked as Jon laughed. 

“I’m kidding, you weirdo!” The Samoan’s face relaxed for a minute, weakly hitting Mox’s arm. He grabbed a tissue and wiped all of the semen off of his stomach before getting up and going into the bathroom. Mox followed him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Didn’t like my joke?”

“Nah, it was funny,” Roman said. “Wanna jump in the shower with me?” Mox nodded as they looked at the shower. It was rather small, unable to fit men of both of their sheer size. They shrugged, deciding to skip the shower and lay right back down. They got under the blanket, Roman snuggling into Jon. Before they went to sleep, Jon had one last joke to tell.

“By the way, when I see Claudio, should I tell him that you enjoyed it so much you moaned like a little bitch?” Roman’s eyes widened again.

“NO!” Mox laughed again as Roman flicked the back of his head, eventually laughing with him. “I’m too tired for this, man!”  

“Fine, I’ll just tell him you liked it,” Mox said as he turned off the lamp. He turned to his partner and stroked his hair. “I love you, Roman.”

“I love you too, Jon.”

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Post Match Reward

Kinktober Day 7: Bukkake/Facial

Ship: Buddy x Rylynn

Word Count: 1k words

CW: Foul language, blowjob, mentions of violence, degradation, praise kink, teasing, foreplay

MINORS DNI!

Buddy was often very mysterious about his love life in public. In interviews, he would switch the topic. Everyone knew he had a partner already, but there was talk about a second person involved. A girl. Whether it’s an open relationship or cheating, the media talked. In fact, they talked so much there was talk of getting this mysterious girl on TV. As much as Buddy despised the idea of publicizing his love life, he had no choice. People talked, and they would talk more if he didn’t. As Rylynn stood behind him, Buddy sat on the chair in his dressing room. The cameras on him felt natural, but this felt wrong, and he made sure to show that.

“What’s wrong, sugar?” Ry asked, massaging his shoulders. Buddy looked up, the cold look he often sported on TV in his eyes. 

“Don’t this feel wrong?” Buddy asked with the usual coldness in his voice less present. “Comin’ to work with me when yew know it’s dangerous?”

“I got permission from Cyrus,” she said, now playing with his hair. Buddy sighed, grabbing his hair and putting it up in a ponytail.

“Permission don’t always make it okay, doll.” Ry giggled as Buddy stood up from his seat. He put his hand on her shoulder. “Now, if anyone tries to attack yew, what do yew do?”

“Dodge swiftly and go for the legs,” Ry replied without skipping a beat. Buddy patted her back with a smirk.

“Atta girl.” He walked out of the dressing room as the cameras panned to Ry smiling. By the end of the night, Buddy was all sweaty and sore from his match. He threw his towel inside the cubby inside the room. Ry wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Why can’t you be like that all the time?” 

“What? Aggressive?” Buddy asked before wiping the sweat from his forehead. “If I were like that all the time, I think yew wouldn’t like me all that much. I already got fuckin’ alcohol problems as it is.” Ry frowned as she got in front of Buddy, feeling his sore body.

“You fought pretty well tonight.” Her face turned into a smirk as she said that. “I think you deserve a reward~” Buddy chuckled as his face pinkened. 

“Well, yew deserve sum for actin’ pretty damn convincin’.” Ry giggled as she noticed the bulge in Buddy’s wrestling tights. She tugged at the waistband while she bit his ear. 

“I can make it happen, you know~” Buddy groaned a little.

“Yew… yew ain’t gonna strap me, are yew?”

“No!” Ry exclaimed. “We don’t have time for that. I’m gonna do something we both can enjoy within the time we have.” Ry pulled down the tights and Buddy’s boxers, revealing his hardened cock. She started to stroke him, licking his tip. It was like Buddy became a whole different person. He seemed to melt at the touch of Ry as he covered his mouth to contain his sounds. If the door weren’t cracked open, Buddy would be melting even more. He didn’t want his coworkers to think he was a pussy. That was the last thing he wanted. Finding out he was gay? Fine. Be a little bit soft around his uncle? Okay. Getting found out to be a bottom? That was not a risk he was willing to take. Ry wasn’t taking no for an answer, however, increasing her stroke speed to get some sort of reaction out of Buddy. However, Buddy stood his ground.

“Stop!- Stop…” Buddy grabbed her hand. Ry chuckled.

“Aww, can’t handle it, Buddy?” Buddy shook his head, keeping his voice to a whisper.

“No one can find out I’m like this when I’m alone!” 

“Like what?” Ry asked. “A little whore?” Buddy was speechless for a moment. That was exactly what he meant, but was he going to admit defeat? Hopefully not. That sentiment was short-lived when Ry began again, going the exact speed she left off. Buddy moaned, forgetting to put his hands on his mouth. He felt his knees getting weak as Ry took his length into her mouth, both sucking and stroking his cock. 

“Oh fuck- oh god Rylynn-” Buddy stammered, continuing to moan. For a moment, the soreness his body was experiencing was overtaken by pleasure. At this point, Buddy had given up trying to hide his pleasure. He had taken Ry’s head, bobbing it up and down. As he reached climax, he grabbed hold of the cubby that was nearby.

“Oh Ry, I’m close!” he moaned. Ry took Buddy out of her mouth, starting to stroke with her other hand at a quicker pace. Buddy breathed heavier, managing to mouth that he was cumming before his semen ended up all over Ry’s face.

“My, what a mess!” Ry teased, licking what she could up. The rest that was on her forehead ended up on her hand, which ended up being swallowed. Buddy’s breath shook as he regained his balance. He grabbed the towel he had before, wiping the sweat off of his face. Ry looked at Buddy again. “You alright, Buddy?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Buddy smiled. “That was awesome.” As Buddy got into his casual clothes, a knock came at the door. Ry decided to answer it. The man at the door was in fact Vince, Buddy’s much hated boss. 

“Oh, hello sir!” Ry greeted, forcing a grin. “Can we help you?”

“I was just wondering if everything was okay,” Vince said. “I heard some odd noises coming from in here.” Buddy almost looked horrified, but kept his cold expression, despite his reddening face. 

“I’m fine, sir. Just doin’ a little stretchin’ for my sore body.” Vince nodded, leaving the two alone. When Ry closed the door, she laughed a little. 

“Stretching your body? That was the best you could come up with?!”

“It convinced him, didn’t it?” Buddy’s face remained cold, forgetting the door was closed.

“Buddy, you can be yourself now,” Ry reminded him. “The door’s closed.” Buddy scratched the side of his neck.

“My bad.” Ry laughed, grabbing Buddy’s bag and walking out of the arena with him to the nearest hotel.

OOC: Rylynn belongs to @billcipher--man

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The Mall Dream

Kinktober Day 6: Collaring

Ship: Aiken x Avery x Ray

Word Count: 1k words

CW: Public humiliation, mentions of rough sex, oral sex, praise kink, under the table blowjobs, mentions of cum

MINORS DNI!

A long night wrestling together led Avery, Aiken, and Ray to a motel to sleep. They didn’t know why a motel exactly, but Vince had set them up with it. As much as Aiken protested it originally, it was either that or lose his job. Vince had always done that. It was that “my way or the highway” mindset that everyone praised so much. Welp, better than nothing. 

As the three walked in, they saw two beds. They were full sized, maybe a queen because of the size. However, it sure wasn’t fitting all three into one bed. Ray turned to the other two men.

“Soooo… who’s sleeping where?” he asked. Avery walked closer to the beds, deciding to try one of them. The mattress was pretty firm, which was just how he liked it.

“I’ll take this one!” Avery exclaimed before dragging Aiken onto the bed with him. Ray chuckled at the sight. 

“I guess I’m sleepin’ alone then.”

“Yeah, sorry Raymond,” Aiken smiled. Ray put his stuff down, taking his shirt off and getting into bed. As the three said their goodnights, Ray fell asleep first. It wasn’t uncommon for this to happen. However, it seemed like he passed out from the outside perspective. 

When Ray “woke up,” he found himself in the middle of Spencer’s with Aiken and Avery. They seemed to be looking at the chokers. They weren’t the normal ones either, the ones that appeared to be collars. Aiken picked a black one with spikes and a single circle at the front and showed it to Ray.

“You think this will look good tonight?” Ray’s face turned red, which made Aiken giggle. “I’ll take that as a yes!” Avery took it as an opportunity to show off his selection. It was a black collar with a tag that said “good boy” on it. Ray laughed nervously.

“Are we shoppin’ like whores or sum today?”

“As a matter of fact, we are!” Avery giggled watching Ray’s face become a cherry. The thought of those collars on his husbands were priceless. Ray decided to go into another store in the mall. What store? A pet store. A cashier greeted him warmly.

“Hi! Welcome in!”

“Hi! Where do you keep the leashes?”

“Aisle 6.” Ray thanked the employee, trying to find a decently long leash. Walking through the aisle, he found an assortment of dog toys and leashes. The store was rather desolate, so he was not used to being able to hear the music from the speakers around the store. He eventually came across a leash coupler towards the end of the aisle. Perfect, Ray thought. It was just what he needed. Ray paid for this coupler and walked out, only to be met with Aiken and Avery standing there. 

“What are you doing at a pet store, baby?” Avery asked, now wearing his collar alongside Aiken. Ray took the leash out of the bag, attaching it to both men’s collars. 

“Come on,” he smirked. “Let’s go.”

“Cmon Ray, in the mall?” Aiken asked, his face flushing with embarrassment. Ray towered over Aiken, tilting the Canadian’s head up. 

“Do you wanna be a good boy?” Ray asked as Aiken nodded. “Then you will wear the leash.” Ray let go of Aiken’s chin, gently tugging the leash to whisk them along. Ray’s own face never stopped being red. The thought of him using the leash to pull at their collars as their naked bodies were in full view. The leash pulling one of them to suck his hard cock. Being able to have full control over both of them as he fucked him was a thought that wasn’t leaving his own head. Anything and everything played in his head, the scenarios getting harder to deny. He was finally snapped out of his thoughts when Aiken tapped his shoulder.

“Ray, can we sit? I’m hungry.” The Jersey man nodded, unable to deny his lovers a good bite of the mall’s food court. While Aiken and Ray sat down, Avery was let off the leash to order some food. Aiken noticed that Ray’s expressions looked off. “You alright, love?”

“I’m okay,” Ray nodded. “Just feel a little tense.” Ray heard something on the ground as Aiken went under the table. He let it go, thinking his husband might have dropped one of the things he had bought. However, he felt a hand that wasn’t his on the groin area on his jeans and Aiken peeking up at Ray.

“Tense, huh? Why don’t I help you with that?” Ray smirked. 

“You look so hot in that damn collar, I can’t resist.” Avery came back with the food, noticing Aiken’s empty chair.

“Where’d he go?” Ray went to speak before feeling the sudden sensation of Aiken’s mouth around his cock.

“Maple Leaf went to the— bathroom.” Ray’s eyes briefly closed as Avery raised his eyebrows.

“Right– let’s just eat.” Ray nodded, grabbing his food and digging in. He tried his hardest to make his sharpest breaths as quiet as possible. He used the free arm he wasn’t eating with to guide Aiken’s head as it bobbed. 

“Mmm…” Ray whimpered. Avery looked at him suspiciously, but Ray appeared to be enjoying his food. “Delicious!-” The minutes went by pleasurably on Ray’s part, covering his mouth while he “chewed.” Eventually, Aiken came up from the table.

“Aiken? What were you doing under the table?” Avery asked. 

“Dropped something, don’t worry about it,” Aiken replied with a reassuring smile.

“Oh alright, you want some food?”

“Nah.” Aiken wiped something away from his lips. “I’ve already had my fix~” Avery looked at Ray with a slightly mortified look. 

“RAY!” The yell echoed more into the mall before eventually becoming real.  Ray sat up from bed, the light shining in through the busted up window. Avery had his hands on Ray’s shoulders while Aiken stood at the foot of the bed. They weren’t wearing their collars. It was all a dream

“Jesus christ, Ray,” Aiken sighed. “We’ve been calling your name for a while! Are you that heavy of a sleeper?” 

“I- you guys were- where are your collars?” Avery looked confused.

“Is that why you were moaning last night?” Aiken smirked. “I knew we should’ve gotten those collars, Aves!” Avery and Aiken laughed as Ray’s face went red. He pulled the covers over to see a wet spot on the sheet.

“Whoops—”

OOC: Avery belongs to @billcipher--man

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Fireball

Kinktober Day 5: Begging

Ship: Buddy x Cyrus (OC x OC)

Word Count: 759 words

CW: Oral sex, degradation, praise kink, palming/groping, alcohol, mentions of hangover, foul language

MINORS DNI!

Buddy was often known for his tough exterior in the ring. He was an aggressive machine, enough to make any man, woman, or child fear him. Even outside the ring, he was a cold man, distant from most. Key word: most. He fancied only a few people: his uncle Steve Austin, his best friend Aiken, and his partner Cyrus. Cyrus knew the ways to make Buddy smile like barely anyone did, unlocking a soft side not even his uncle knew. That side drifted into the bedroom as well. 

Underneath all of Buddy’s tough looks, he was a massive power bottom. There was something about Cyrus that just made Buddy melt. The sex they had was often amazing, but it wasn’t the whole reason the cowboy loved his bartender. They got him. They understood his struggles, yet they still loved him regardless. Plus, another man with a Southern accent drove Buddy insane in the best way. 

One night, Buddy got drunk. It wasn’t rare for him to drink. In fact, it was more common than not. He had a bit of a drinking problem. However, Buddy wanted to drink really bad, so Cyrus begrudgingly made him a few. Cy knew the cowboy wasn’t a lightweight with your typical drink, but he wanted Fireball this time around. Buddy had been around Fireball before, but not around his partner. Upon getting the first drink, he seemed fine.

“Get me another, wouldja dear?” Buddy asked, his Southern twang showing off. Cyrus chuckled, pouring him another.

“Careful there, you wouldn’t wanna drink too much.” Buddy audibly laughed.

“With the week I had? I need that liquor.” When Cyrus slid the drink over, Buddy downed it, starting to feel a little tipsy. Cyrus noticed, deciding to fuck with him, pouring him another one. Buddy downed that one and ended up drunk. He was a bit of a lightweight with hard liquors like Fireball. Before Buddy knew it, he was in the bedroom, making out with Cyrus. Every touch made Buddy melt and whimper. It was exactly what Cyrus needed because he had a plan. 

“You’re so needy when you’re drunk,” Cyrus whispered into Buddy’s ear. 

“I can’t help it…” Buddy mumbled. “You just feel too nice…” Cy palmed Buddy through his jeans, feeling his boner, which made the cowboy moan.

“You like that?” Cyrus smirked, getting a nod from Buddy. He tried to reach for Cyrus’s belt, but he was abruptly stopped. “No, you gotta beg for it.”

“Why the hell would I beg?” Buddy asked, his drunken nature coming through with his speech. He laughed at the thought of challenging Cyrus’s authority until Cy grabbed Buddy by the throat. 

“Cause if you don’t, I’ll leave you pent up and drunk.” While Cyrus did not mean to sound hot in any means, Buddy’s face flushed. His jeans felt tighter. He had to give in, so as soon as he felt it…

“Please… please Cy… I’ll be a good boy…” Cyrus undid Buddy’s belt, taking off the jeans, but keeping on his boxers, continuing to palm him. Buddy continued to whimper, squirming as he sat.

“You look like such a slut like this,” Cyrus degraded Buddy. “Keep begging.”

“C’mon Cy… yew know that yew wanna stroke me…” Buddy moaned. Cyrus pulled the boxers down, revealing Buddy’s cock. 

“I do want to, and since you’ve been a good boy, you’ll get a special treat.” Cy began to stroke Buddy’s dick as he got into position. Then, he licked Buddy’s tip, causing the cowboy to turn into a mess. Cy bobbed her head up and down as Buddy continued to moan.

“Oh fuck! Oh god, yer mouth!” he cried with pleasure. He loved Cyrus’s mouth. He held her head as she bobbed up and down. He squirmed quite a bit, bucking his hips. Cyrus loved how easy it was to make Buddy break and be so sensitive. It only took 5 minutes of repeated sucking and stroking for Buddy to start breathing heavier.

“Oh god, I’m gonna–” Those words could barely escape Buddy’s mouth before he came into Cyrus's mouth. They stopped, swallowing the cum as they smirked. Buddy laid back on the bed, taking a minute to process everything. Cyrus got onto the bed, hugging Buddy close and getting under the blankets.

“Did I do good?” Buddy asked, a weak smile forming.

“You did the best job, baby…” Cyrus smiled back, giving Buddy a kiss on the forehead. “You need to rest now. You’re gonna have a killer hangover.” Buddy laughed before falling asleep in Cyrus’s arms.

OOC: Cyrus belongs to @billcipher--man

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Blind Vacay

Kinktober Day 4: Monsters

Ship: Tyler x Regnal (Scrapped OC x OC)

Word Count: 653 words

CW: Rough sex, dub-con, monster fucker, mentions of drowning, unwarranted touch, intense orgasms to the point of blindness

MINORS DNI!

A week long cruise was something Tyler really needed. Ever since he downloaded that blind dating app, he had been waiting excitedly. It had put him on this cruise to hopefully get some sort of blind date, but he didn’t expect that he’d be getting laid tonight.

The night started off fine, the two meeting at the cruise’s restaurant. Tyler forgot to bring his fanciest clothes, but he did have a nice button up covered in colorful flowers and some black pants. He hoped it was fine, so his date didn’t see him as a slob. However, Tyler didn’t have to worry because the man that walked over wasn’t even really a man at all. He had blue skin, darker blue hair, gills, he was a siren.

“Hi,” the siren mumbled. “Are you Tyler?” Tyler had to hide his confusion, instead letting his excitement take over.

“Yeah! I assume you’re Reggie?”

“Yes, sir,” Tyler motioned for Reggie to sit down. “Your name’s short for Reginald, right?”

“Close,” the siren replied. “It’s short for Regnal.” Tyler’s eyes widened in curiosity. He had never heard such a peculiar name before. Were all sirens named like this? If so, that was pretty badass.

“That’s actually really cool,” Tyler smiled. “Where’d you get the name from?” Regnal smiled, not really hearing many compliments about his name before. The two chatted over dinner and eventually headed onto the deck to stare at the sunset.

“So what species are you anyway?” Tyler finally asked, tired of his curiosity killing him. Regnal looked at him with a smirk.

“You’ll find out~” Before Tyler could say anything, he was pulled off of the deck and being dragged to the bottom of the sea. Yet, for some reason, he could breathe. It didn’t feel like he was drowning. He felt fine. He didn’t feel like he was drowning.

“Let me go!-” Tyler screamed. Regnal brought him deeper into the bottom of the ocean until they came upon a cove. It seemed rather roomy with not much light. However, Regnal had a solution to this: some sort of under the sea flashlight, which confused Tyler. However, now was not the time to be questioning the little things.

“I uhm- hope you don’t mind the mess-” Regnal laughed sheepishly as he began to take off his clothes. Tyler’s eyes widened, backing up a little. “What are you doing-”

“I’m going to have sex with you,” Regnal said, his face going deadpan. Tyler looked taken aback.

“Dude, have you never heard of consent?” Regnal froze in his spot, looking Tyler straight in the eyes.

“What’s consent?” Yep, never taught. Tyler sighed softly and took his shirt off.

“It’s simple, really. Just ask if I’d like to have sex.” Regnal appeared very confused, but went with it.

“Would you… like to have sex?”

“There we go!” Tyler exclaimed, smiling. “That way, everyone has a good time!” Tyler took the rest of his clothes off. Regnal then pinned him to the wall, thrusting into him without any warning. Not that Tyler minded, it wasn’t the first time he’s gotten his asshole absolutely obliterated. However, there was something about monster cock that made Tyler go nuts.

“Oh fuck! Oh god, that feels good!” he moaned loudly. It almost echoed through the cove with how good Tyler felt.

“Yes. Let the entire ocean hear you, darling~” Regnal was proud of his work, even if it was rather quick. It seemed like Tyler was orgasming rather quickly… a little too quick.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” Regnal didn’t mind. He was honestly shocked this human managed to make it this far. Tyler’s semen came out like a fountain. It just didn’t stop for a bit and neither did Regnal. It wasn’t until Tyler stopped moaning and started to panic that Regnal stopped for a moment, pulling out.

“Are you okay?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“I think I came myself blind.”

OOC: Regnal belongs to my wonderful bf, but he was scrapped (like Tyler was

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Halloween Spirit

Kinktober Day 3: Roleplaying

Ship: Varian x Breck (OC x OC)

Word Count: 1k

CW: Rough sex, voyeurism, roleplaying, oral sex, foul language, brief masturbation

MINORS DNI!

Halloween was around the corner. It was Varian’s favorite holiday. Breck would rather celebrate Christmas early, but he tolerated Halloween for his husband’s sake. They decided to get a jumpstart on costumes, and go to Spirit Halloween. Varian looked like he was in heaven, but Breck had to squeeze his husband’s hand.

“Oh come on, babe,” Varian said. “It’s not that scary.” Breck looked around at the animatronics, motioning to a clown whose button had just been pressed by a random stranger.

“You don’t find that scary?” 

“Nah, you're just a wuss.” Breck saw that as a challenge, loosening his grip on Varian’s hand and dragging him through the Spirit Halloween. They walked through the aisles, trying to find something that would work. Vampire? Too bloody. Werewolf? Too hairy. Clowns? Definite no from Breck, which made Varian sigh.

“Don’t give me that sigh,” Breck mumbled.

“Clowns are cool, though!” Varian exclaimed. Breck simply shook his head.

“Zombies are cool. Clowns kill people.”

“That was 2016, grow up.” Varian went to go to another aisle when he spotted something from the corner of his eye. He dragged Breck over, reading the labels of each costume. “Sexy angel and sexy devil.”

“Now, I’d buy that,” Breck smirked. Varian pumped his fist in the air as he grabbed the costumes off the shelf. They went to the register to buy them. Suddenly, Breck had an interesting idea.

“Excuse me, where are your dressing rooms? We just wanna try the costumes on before we take them home.” The cashier pointed out the dressing rooms as the two changed into their costumes with haste. Breck grabbed his devil horned headband and his pitchfork once he got into his little outfit. The pants felt tight on him, showing the outline of his crotch specifically. He didn’t mind, though. He was more focused on how Varian was going to look. Eventually, Varian called from another stall. 

“You ready, Breck?”

“Oh, I’m ready when you are, Vari!” The two walked out of their stalls. The costumes sure lived up to the name, except there was one big difference: Varian wasn’t wearing pants. It was the first thing Breck noticed, making himself hard in the process. Varian walked over to Breck, seductively grabbing his shirt by the collar.

“Oh my~ did I make the devil hard?” Breck chuckled for a second before grabbing Varian and going into one of the stalls, closing the door and locking it. He shoved Varian against the wall.

“You sure did, and you’re going to get a punishment so good that you’ll fall from grace when people see you~” Breck smirked, taking the pants off of his own costume. He stopped at his boxers for a moment to bite Varian’s neck, leaving a mark. Varian softly moaned before giggling.

“What are you, a vampire?” Breck pointed the pitchfork at Varian. 

“I can be whatever you want me to be, but right now, you’re mine, angel boy~” Varian’s face flushed as he pushed the pitchfork down. He tossed it aside and pulled up the costume to reveal his ass. 

“Be the one to deflutter me then.” That gave Breck all he needed to hear as he took off the pants, tossing them to the floor. He turned Varian around to ensure his ass was up before suddenly entering him. The sudden motion made Varian moan loudly. Breck put his hand over his lover’s mouth while holding his hips with the other hand.

“You don’t want us to get caught, do you?” Breck smirked seductively. Varian shook his head as Breck kept going. All of the tension in the air being let out in a not so cheap costume that was probably only going to be worn once or twice a year. However, they didn’t care. All the two could think about was risk and getting to the finish line, which is why Breck was so quick to pull out when he heard a noise. Varian whimpered in confusion but was shushed. However, it turned out to be a false alarm. Next thing both men knew, Breck was standing above Varian, who was on his knees on the hard floor. 

“Come on, that felt good!-” Varian tried to protest before getting met with a penis in his mouth: Breck’s penis. He gagged from surprise before taking Breck’s penis little by little until he was deepthroating it. Breck had to cover his mouth from the pleasure.

“Oh god… you’re doing so good, angel cakes.” As Varian bobbed his head up and down, he could see Breck tremble from how good it felt, grabbing onto the stall wall. “Vari- an- oh my god… I think I’m gonna cum…” Varian stopped and looked up at Breck with a slightly demanding look.

“If you’re going to cum, cum inside of me,” he said, stroking his own dick. Once again, Breck shoved Varian into the wall, roughly inserting into him. One thrust, two thrusts, three thrusts. That was all it took for Breck to climax and eventually cum. It only took Varian too. The costumes were covered in semen and sweat. Within four more thrusts, both Varian and Breck had both ended up sitting naked on the linoleum floors. Breck crawled under the stall to grab his own clothes as Varian grabbed his shirt from the hook that was hanging from the stall door. 

“You suck at being an angel, you know that?” Breck said, holding a smiling Varian.

“I know,” Varian replied, a satisfied look plastered on his face. “I fell from grace for a reason, you know.”

“And you can’t deny it anymore~” Breck motioned to the bite mark on Varian’s neck that not even his shirt could hide. At first, Varian had a look of panic that soon devolved into mischief. 

“Well, now everyone will know what happened here today.” The two laughed and put on their clothes. They put the costumes back into the bags, still covered in their fluids and returned it to the cashier, who looked at them in confusion.

“You only just bought these, why return them so early?”

“Movement is rather restrictive in these,” Breck simply said before taking Varian’s hand and walking out of the store.

[jameswritesstuffs]

A Long Time Coming

Kinktober Day 2: Double Penetration

Ship: Florence x Syreena (OC x OC)

Word Count: 1k

CW: Degradation, lesbian sex, use of dildo, use of strap, caught in the aftermath, foul language, mentions of masturbation, mentions of gender affirming surgery, brief oral sex

MINORS DNI!

Today was a hard day. Florence ended up messing up a lot while training with her dad, while Syreena had an overall tough day of work. The two women wanted nothing more than to sit and relax on the couch when they saw each other, and they did. They watched Family Feud and laughed at some of the contestants’ stupidity. They answered the questions that people much older than them couldn’t answer for some odd reason. However, that was short lived. Lovingly staring into each others’ eyes had turned into kissing and then making out. Now, they were here: in the bedroom. 

Sy had been pent up for a while due to Florence recovering from her vaginoplasty, and by a while, try 4 whole months without sex. The recovery was long and hard for both of them. Sy had to stick to self pleasure, while Florence couldn’t really pleasure herself at all. However, Florence’s doctor had given her the go ahead to do sexual activities again. Both of them were excited, but Florence wanted to try something different. The two were naked, preparing for a fun night ahead. As Sy began to put on the strap, Florence stopped her.

“How about the dildo?” she asked, pointing at a vibrant pink and black one she had gotten as a gift a while back. The dildo itself was about 4-5 inches long. Sy stopped for a minute, turning to look at Florence.

“I thought you wanted the strap,” she said, cocking her head to the side slightly.

“I do,” Florence said before smirking. “I want both.” Sy’s eyes widened for a moment. It had been 4 months since they last did anything, yet she wanted double penetration? However, this only made Sy smirk. 

“Oh you dirty, dirty girl~” She grabbed some lube as she covered the strap. She grabbed the dildo from before off the shelf, slathering that in lube as well. When she finished, she climbed onto the bed and on top of Florence. 

“Spread them,” Sy demanded. Florence listened obediently with a sheepish smile on her face. Sy immediately bent down and kissed her lover’s vagina, sending shivers down her spine. “God, I’m so glad I can finally ruin you again…” Florence whimpered, grabbing the arm that had the dildo.

“Come on…” Florence moaned. “Ruin me…” Syreena couldn’t deny that adorable face below her much longer as she put the dildo into Florence’s ass and inserted the strap into her vagina. Having something, other than those stretchers, in her vagina made Florence feel odd. However, it didn’t take long for the feeling of pleasure to set in. Sy guided one of Florence’s hands onto the end of the dildo.

“You control the dildo, I do the strapping, you hear?”

“Yes ma’am,” Florence nodded as Sy began to thrust. Florence began to control the dildo. In, out. In, out. It was a normal pattern. It just felt better with the strap as well. The pleasure felt unmatched. Florence couldn’t stop moaning, which turned Syreena on more.  

“You like that, you dirty girl?”

“Oh god yes!” 

“Good because you’re going to take it!” As Sy kept on thrusting harder, Flo could barely keep track of how much of the dildo went into her. All she was focused on was that strap. It was like ecstasy. She could get high all night if she wanted to. In addition, Sy had never felt such pleasure from being able to fuck her girlfriend like this before. While the strap did vibrate, which brought her ever so closer to orgasm, the faces she watched Florence make were practically cinema. 

“Oh fuck… who’s such a slut for my cock?” Syreena asked in a cocky tone.

“Me!” Florence exclaimed, multiple moans escaping her mouth. “I’m a slut for you, my love!” 

“That’s what- oh fuck– I like to hear.” Going faster, both women reached orgasm. Florence’s legs began to shake as she orgasmed, closing them. Sy had to stop, looking down at Flo.

“Why did you close your legs, sweetheart? Too much?”

“N…Never…” Florence said with a shaky breath and a smirk on her face. Sy shrugged and slammed into Florence, hitting her prostate. This caused her to gasp loudly. “Oh god! Right there! Keep going!” Sy continued to slam while Florence continued with the dildo. However, Sy felt almost done.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum-”

“Me too!” Florence managed to say before going back to a flurry of loud moans. Two big thrusts later and both girls ended up soaked in each other’s squirt and in Florence’s case, her cum. As Sy pulled the strap out and Flo taok the dildo out, they both collapsed onto the bed. 

“That was fun…” Florence smiled. 

“I’m glad you thought so, my little bat…” Sy said, taking the strap off and tossing it into an open drawer. The two laid down in bed for a moment, completely still and silent.

“Are we gonna clean this up?” Florence asked.

“Eventually, but come on, let’s go shower.” As the two went to stand up, the bedroom door opened. Aiken had just gotten home from a late night show. When Florence saw her friend, she immediately covered herself with a sheet. Aiken stood with his hand over his eyes.

“So that’s what that screaming was,” he breathed a sigh of relief. “I thought you two were getting robbed when I walked in the door.” Sy covered herself as well, throwing her bra at him.

“Get out, you loser!” 

“Right, I’m going. I’m going!” Aiken goes to walk out before doing finger guns at Florence. “Atta girl!”

“Now, Aiken!” 

“I’m leaving!” The two girls sat there for a moment before laughing their asses off. Did they really scare him that bad? Either way, it made for some nice humor to end off the night. 

“I can’t believe that scared him!” Sy exclaimed as she picked Florence up bridal style.

“I know right?!” Florence laughed as the two headed to the bathroom to shower.

OOC: Syreena belongs to @octonauts--man

[jameswritesstuffs]

Worthy

Kinktober Day 1: Bareback

Ship: Aiken Copeland x Ray Dudley (OC x OC)

Word Count: 1.1K

CW: praise kink, gay sex, anal, foul language, 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of handjob, mentions of blowjob, mentions of protected sex

MINORS DNI!

I finally won. The world heavyweight title is mine. The cheers of the crowd were practically deafening. Walking backstage felt so good, watching my friends cheer for me as they patted me on the back and congratulated me. My boss, who I didn’t quite like, was all smiles. Yet, I immediately went to him: Ray. My boyfriend, who I had been teaming with for a better part of 2 years now, scooped me up in a hug. 

“You deserve this so much,” he whispered in my ear with his Jersey accent. I smiled as I wrapped my arm around him. Ray picked me up and brought me to his dressing room before anyone else could bother me, which shocked me a little. He usually waited until I was done talking to people to leave with me. When we got into his dressing room, he put me down and shut the door, being sure to lock it.

“Ray? Are you okay?” I asked. Ray let go of the doorknob and pinned me up against the wall. He looked oddly tense, compared to his calm composure. 

“I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you,” he huffed. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to tear you apart.” My eyes widened slightly before I smirked. 

“What’s with the sudden change in behavior?” I asked. “What happened to your calm composure, Raymond?~” I watched Ray get flustered for a minute before getting close to my ear. 

“You looked so cute out there. I can’t resist you, Maple Leaf~” God, that stupid nickname drove me up the wall, yet when he said it, I melted. Ray nibbled at my ear, making me shudder. It hurt, but not like it would in the ring. It was a good kind of hurt.

“God…” I looked at Ray with doe eyes “Just kiss me already, you dork.” The way Ray’s face went from surprised to eager wasn’t a surprise to me. It would happen a lot when it came to the wrestling ring, but never in intimate moments. Ray grabbed my face, kissing me. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, to which I let him. The sensation felt weird, yet I liked it. We eventually stopped to catch some air. Ray picked me up, throwing me down onto the couch and getting on top of me.

“Let’s test your performance outside the ring, whaddaya say, champ?” 

“Sure, I don’t have any press conferences to attend, so why not?” 

“Good.” Staring into my eyes, he bit down on my bottom lip, getting a whimper out of me. He chuckled.

“Not so much of a champ anymore, huh?” He grabbed the title from around my waist and placed it around his own. I attempted to sit up to grab it off of him, but he slammed me back down. 

“Ah ah ah,” Ray wagged his finger at me. “You have to earn this.”

“Who are you?” I asked snickering. “Vince?” Ray chuckled with me.

“No, but I’ll make you my bitch in minutes flat.” I knew that for a fact. The look on his face said everything about his motives. It was a strange sight, seeing as he was usually the caring, soft one whenever we made out, but it was nice to have a change of pace. 

“Do it, pussy.” It felt like seconds, but I felt Ray practically tear my jacket off of me. He went right for my neck, licking a specific tender spot before biting down. I moaned softly before pushing Ray up. 

“Man, you’re slow.” I reached for the belt again, but Ray once again rejected that advance.

“I was only trying to prepare you, but I guess you really want it.” 

“Why do you think I’m here?” Ray grabbed my tights, pulling them down, leaving me in only my underwear. I watched him blush as he noticed the bulge. He pulled down his own pants. I noticed his bulge, which was bigger than mine. Jesus, he must have really been pent up. Ray tugged at the waistband of my boxers before pulling them down. He pulled his down as well, revealing his full hard cock. My eyes widened at the sight.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, growing a little concerned. “Do you not wanna do this?”

“I mean, I do,” I said. “I’m just used to giving each other handjobs, blowies, and condoms, not full on… y’know—”

“Unprotected sex?” he asked. 

“Exactly.” Ray nodded and kissed my head. 

“If anything happens, just say something.” Ray’s expression then changed back to his dominant one. “But for now, open your legs.” I did as I was told as Ray lined himself up with my entrance. Something about unprotected sex was adventurous and risky, and I liked risk. Ray looked at me.

“Look at you. The champ, all spread out for me.” I scoffed when he said that, but felt him enter me, which caused me to wince from shock. However, I gave Ray a sign I was fine. It’s not like it’s my first time. I’ve just never taken it raw. He began moving slowly, but I didn’t want him to. 

“Oh fuck…” I moaned. “Just fucking take me…” Ray laughed.

“Easy, my love. I’m not going to do that… yet.” Despite his claims, he did go faster. My whimpers filled the room as Ray leaned down, kissing my lips. Moaning as he kissed me, I grabbed his shoulders. He threw my arms around my neck as he stopped kissing me. 

“God… that feels so good…” Ray smiled as he thrusted in further. I threw my head back as I gasped. Ray groaned as he tightened his grip on me. Feeling Ray’s dick in my inner walls drove me crazy. I felt myself reach climax.

“Fuck! Raymond!” I moaned as Raymond went harder. 

“You gettin’ close, baby?” he asked cockily. I nodded as I loudly orgasmed. Ray smirked.

“Cum for me, Maple Leaf.” My breathing increased as I felt a wave of pleasure hit me. I closed my eyes as I felt something hit my stomach. I must have already came. Ray chuckled, tilting my head up to face him.

“Good boy.” He thrusted into me one last time before I felt his warm cum line my inner walls. I moaned one last time before Ray pulled out, sweating profusely.

“Man,” Ray said, wiping the sweat on his forehead. “That felt good. You doin’ alright?” 

“Yeah, that was great!” I exclaimed, panting and sitting up. Ray picked me up and cradled me in his arms.

“You’ve proven yourself worthy of the world heavyweight title. Hell, you’ve proven to be more than that.” I looked at Ray gently.

“Good in bed?” Ray laughed.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that.” We shared a kiss before going to take a shower.