#Kinktober Day 22

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 22 - (Predicament) Bondage

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summary: Price and Ghost have some fun while Johnny and Gaz are tied up. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!price, dom!ghost, sub!gaz, sub!soap, predicament bondage (posture collar, one-bar prison, nipple & clit clamps), anal sex, trans ftm soap, trans ftm gaz, brief choking

note: this has a bit of ghostgaz, but almost all of it is ghostsoap with pricegaz fucking in the background. i tried to make it seem more like they were all interacting, but idk how i did lol

“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Captain,” Ghost says, eyebrows arched high as he runs a hand across his jaw.

Price has got Gaz and Soap set up in quite the predicament bondage, both of them looking oh so vulnerable and needy. They make quite the sight beside each other, pretty little things all tied up for he and Price to use to their heart’s content.

They’re in a complicated setup, both of them mirroring the other perfectly. Gaz’s head is held high, a collar with a leash attached to one of the hooks in the ceiling keeping him standing tall and proud, not able to dip his chin too low without choking himself. He’s stuck on his toes, a one-bar-prison impaling his cunt with what must be a sizable dildo considering Ghost can already see a bit of a bulge in his stomach and he’s not even close to flat-footed. He’s got a ring gag in, drool soaking his chin. His arms are folded behind him, locked with one forearm on top of the other in an arm binder.

Soap’s posed in an identical way - head held high, one bar prison, locked arms, up on his toes. The only difference is the gag, which for Soap is a rubber bone on the smaller side that still allows his little whimpers and whines to slip through. He’s far more wiggly than Kyle, trying to rock further up on his toes to find a more comfortable position, swaying from side to side and moving his head about to find what positions will and won’t choke him.

The two of them are connected by three chains - one from each nipple, Kyle’s left to Johnny’s right, and Kyle’s right to Johnny’s left. The chains attach to mean looking clamps with metal teeth, and they’re just short enough for there to be a constant tug on the clamps and no real way for them to relieve the pressure. It leaves them in an almost half-bowing position, trying to force slack into the chains while staying on balance, not impaling themselves further, and standing straight enough not to choke themselves.

The other chain is pulled taut where it connects from clit to clit, a matching pair of rubber-toothed clamps on each of the little nubs. Every inch that one of them sinks down, the other’s clit gets tugged down too. It leaves them in a constant state of writhing in pleasure, only to jerk more in pain. One slips down and the other yelps, one moves up and the other whines. It’s a twisted sort of dance that leaves both Kyle and Johnny panting and flushed, unable to stay still no matter how much they try. It leaves them forced to make a delicious choice between choking themselves, tugging on their clits, or sitting fully on the cocks halfway in their cunts.

The pose also leaves them both presenting their asses very nicely, backs arched and positions unbalanced with their arms made useless. The way their legs are spread leaves their back holes visible - even from the doorway Ghost can see a little jewel glittering between Kyle’s cheeks and a brown tail hanging between Johnny’s thighs.

“Took a bit of work,” Price replies, taking a long puff of his cigar and running his eyes over the squirming boys. Johnny rocks a little too far to the left, gets a loud shout of complaint from Gaz and a glare. “You’d think I’d sliced their little dicks right off the way they howled at the clamps.”

Ghost chuckles and steps up to the display, runs his hand slowly from the nape of Gaz’s neck to his ass. The tension in his back makes his muscles quiver, and Simon can’t resist grabbing him by the hip and forcing him down a few more inches. Kyle and Johnny both yelp at that, Johnny whining as he lets himself sink down too, and Gaz glares at Ghost when he steps to the side of them.

“Aw,” Ghost smirks and lifts a hand up to Gaz’s chin, wipes away a bit of the spit and gives him a harsh tap to his cheek. “Don’t like feeling so full?”

A harsh exhale through the nose and one sharp shake of the head.

Ghost mimics Kyle back, shakes his head slowly with an exaggerated pout. “No? Size queen like you doesn’t like a nice big cock in his cunt?”

A whine this time, a jerky nod instead. From his peripheral Ghost sees Price walk up behind Soap. He doesn’t look over, keeps his attention solely on Gaz so the boy doesn’t get distracted.

“You want more, then?”

Poor thing’s eyes are a little glazed, a little furrow between his brows telegraphing his confusion. He takes a nice deep breath through his nose, exhales heavily and glares at Ghost with slightly clearer eyes.

He only laughs, gives him another tap to the cheek. “You know you’ll take it all by the end of the night, will probably be whining and moaning for more when it doesn’t fill you up the whole way.”

Ghost ignores Gaz’s pouty expression, trades places with Price and sets himself behind Soap. He’s flushed all the way down his spine, his thighs quivering from the effort it takes to keep him up on his toes. The little tail sways a bit between his legs from all his twitching and shifting, and he can’t resist the urge to give it a little tug. Gets Johnny whining and leaning back, then Gaz making a little complaining noise.

“Look at you,” he hears Price murmur, and a moment later Johnny and Kyle both jolt forward with matching pained noises. Ghost glances down and sees that Price’s pointer finger rests in the middle of the lower chain, pushing down and forcing both of the boys further down their respective dildos to try and alleviate the pressure. They both let out upset noises, Johnny’s head jerking back and forth while Kyle’s drops as low as it can, stomach heaving when he takes a deep breath in.

Ghost runs a hand from Johnny’s shoulder down to his ribs, letting himself explore all the skin available to him while Price plays around with tugging the chain up. Both boys jerk further up on their toes in sync, and Ghost can’t help but laugh at their twin moans.

“Like little synchronized swimmers,” Price murmurs, pushing down again and using his free hand to push the nipple chains back and forth in the air. Again, Johnny and Kyle jerk down in sync and groan at the stretch.

“Synchronized sluts, more like,” Ghost grunts, pulling away from Johnny’s sweat-slick body just long enough to undo his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles, tugs his briefs so they rest behind his balls and he can set his rapidly hardening cock along the arch of Johnny’s back.  Price takes a final puff of his cigar before stepping away for a moment to put it out, then takes off his own belt and pants as he stands behind Gaz. 

Price groans, shoots Ghost an affectionate glare. “That was terrible, even for you, Simon.”

Soap - the little whore - grunts his agreement and jerks his head in a nod. Ghost scowls, lands a bruising blow to his ass and forces him down another inch or so by the hip. That gets him a squeal from both Johnny and Kyle, and a glare from the latter. Ghost smirks at him a little, reaches around the front of Soap’s body to flick the chain connecting their clits. This time Kyle’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Much better.

Ghost turns his attention down to Johnny’s ass, the little hole he’ll be fucking. The plug doesn’t look very large, probably just wide enough to stretch him out but not so wide that he’ll be loose for Simon. He can’t resist the urge to bat the tail back and forth, smirks a little when Johnny shivers at the brush of fur against his thighs.

“Wag your tail for me, Johnny,” he rumbles, rubbing little circles against his hips with his thumbs. Johnny grunts, shakes his head and tries to glance over his shoulder before he realizes he’s choking himself and gives up.

Ghost scowls, firms his grip on Johnny’s hips and forces him down, back up, down, back up, several times. The motion doesn’t wag the tail as effectively as moving from side to side would have, but it does the job.

It also gets both of the little toys screaming, the sudden jerking at their clits probably a horrible pain. Ghost nearly laughs at Gaz’s facial expression, gives Johnny a few extra thrusts just for the fun of it.

He stops when Johnny’s noises shift from whimpers to sharp little yelps, almost barks. As soon as he stops his thrusting motion Johnny sways a little from left to right, just enough for the chains not to tug very much, but still makes the tail swing between his thighs enough to satisfy Ghost.

“Good boy,” Ghost rumbles approvingly, running a hand from Johnny’s mohawk down to his ass. “Look at you, so happy to be stuck on a cock, huh pup?”

Johnny knows better than to ignore him, gives a sharp noise and then nods his head as much as he can.

It’s easy to slip the plug out, Johnny’s rim giving it up without any fuss. Ghost stretches to set it on a table, then gets back to appreciating Johnny’s ass, groping it a bit and spreading his cheeks wide.

It really is lovely, fat and tense and split on a cock. His cunt is spread wide, slick dripping down his thighs and the toy inside him, his little back hole winking at Ghost. It’s easy to sink his thumb in, pull to the side to get him gaping a little more. With the way he’s tied, Johnny can’t do anything but stand there and take whatever Ghost decides to give - either that or yank on his little clit until he’s screaming.

He doesn’t bother to stretch him out anymore, just rubs his cock up and down Soap’s ass crack to coat himself in the mix of slick and lube, then notches his head right in Johnny’s hole.

He hooks his chin over Johnny’s shoulder and keeps his hands tight on his hips as he slowly sinks in, feels Johnny moaning and tensing every muscle to keep from moving, watches as Gaz’s eyes roll back in his head from whatever it is Price is doing knelt down behind him. He jerks down in a quick thrust, has Johnny trying to overcorrect and both of them moaning when the chains pull.

Ghost can’t help but laugh a little as he sinks himself balls deep, reaches up to grasp both of the upper chains in one hand and yanks down with enough force that the clamps nearly come off their tits. It gets both of the boys screaming, Johnny tightening up so much that Ghost isn’t even sure he can pull out.

“Doesn’t get old, does it?” Price grunts, leaning just far enough to the side of Gaz to shoot Simon an amused look.

“No, it doesn’t,” he replies, tucking his nose into Johnny’s throat and giving a few shallow thrusts. Johnny moans again, the sound vibrating through his skin to Ghost’s lips, and he goes a little looser in his hold, leans a little more of his weight into Simon’s hands and the leash holding his head up.

Ghost leans back just enough to glance down and watch as he pulls out, Johnny’s hole spread obscenly wide around him. He plants his forehead on Johnny’s arched back, gives him a few thrusts and just watches the way his body accepts Ghost’s cock so easily. It’s almost mesmerizing, the slow glide of skin, the way his hole doesn’t fight the intrusion at all. If he could, Ghost would spend days just like this - slowly fucking in and out of a bound Johnny, enjoying the view. 

The loud moan from Soap reminds him that he’s very much not a doll, and will probably pout about not being treated fairly for days after he’s untied. The thought doesn’t bother Ghost as much as it might’ve with past partners - Johnny’s always needy and clingy when he’s feeling wronged. 

Still, having him bound and gag means Ghost doesn’t treat him as a partner. Right now, Johnny is just a whining thing for him to fuck. Ghost will let him come, but only if it feels good for him. Otherwise Johnny will stay right on edge, clenched up nice and tight with his cunt drooling.

Ghost lets his hand dip down Soap’s abs at the thought, spreads his pussy lips wide with his fingers to soak them in his juices. It makes Johnny feel vulnerable, which sets him shifting on his legs again - just enough to tug on the chains, if the nasty look and noise from Gaz are any indication.

Price has stood from where he was, and they’ve been together enough times at this point for Ghost to recoginze on both Gaz and Price’s faces that their Captain is spreading Kyle out for his fucking. He always likes them loose, Ghost wouldn’t be shocked if he tries to fit his entire fist up there.

He smirks at the thought as he fucks into Johnny a little more harshly. Gaz would make a nice puppet.

Apparently that’s not the road Price is going down tonight, because he wraps both of his hands around Kyle’s hips and clearly slides his cock inside the other man, if Gaz’s face is anything to go by.

There are a few moments of push and pull, where Price thrusts in on Ghost’s thrusts out, leaving the Gaz and Soap rocking back and forth with constant little tugs on the chains, slowly impaling themselves more and more as their legs go weaker.

As Johnny gets closer to the edge he gets more wiggly, like he’s trying to rub his dick on something that doesn’t exist so he can get off. The thought of Soap truly just being a toy for his pleasure, just a hole to fuck that doesn’t even have the privilege of an orgasm, has Ghost groaning out loud and thrusting just a bit harder. The change in pace has Johnny groaning, shifting around even more.

Ghost plants both of his hands on Johnny’s shoulders and pushes down, forces him to nearly choke himself with the collar and leash. He goes tense immediately, and every muscle in his body clamps up tight - Ghost throws his head back and moans, pumps his hips as much as he can and relishes in how much effort it takes to even pull out.

“Fuck, you feel good like this, Johnny,” Ghost moans, makes the noise as pleasure-filled as possible. “Nice and tight when you can’t breathe, huh? Might keep you like this ‘til I finish.”

There’s a little panicked, choking noise at that, and Johnny desperately tries to shake his head even with the tension in his leash.

“Yeah,” Ghost groans, settling back a bit. He shifts one hand to Johnny’s nape to hold him down, the other to his arms for a good grip. “You’re a little too loose when you can breathe Johnny.”

A grunt from Price as Simon starts to truly pound into Soap. “That’s what he gets for being a slut.”

Ghost barks out a laugh at that, jerks Johnny to the side by his neck and relishes Gaz’s squeal when both of their bodies sway. “Hear that, Johnny? Captain thinks you’re too used up to enjoy.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.” Price’s breathing is heavier, even at the slower pace he’s fucking Gaz with.

“Sorry, sorry. Captain thinks you’ve taken too many cocks to be worth fuckin’ when you’re not choking, that better?”

Another laugh, lower. “Sure, that works.”

There’s a loud whine from Soap at the words, and he spasms a bit in his binds. Ghost lets go of his neck, helps haul him up a bit and continues his fucking to the chorus of Johnny’s heaving breaths through his nose. 

He mocks a disappointed groan, slows his thrusts down to put more force behind each one. “See, Johnny? I let you get a breath in and you go all loose on me again.” He slips the hand on Johnny’s arms down to his crack, strokes the stretched hole and puts just enough pressure to make Johnny think he’s about to push in a finger alongside his cock.

It has the intended effect, sending Johnny jolting as far away as he can. He can’t get much distance, impaled and tied as he is, but it yanks on every chain he’s got tied to him - his leash and all three chains connected to the front of his body. He nearly screams around his bone at  the pain, and over his shoulder Ghost can see Kyle’s eyes roll entirely into the back of his head. Price just barely manages to catch him by the throat, holding him up so he doesn’t choke while continuing to fuck him at a slow and steady pace.

“There ya go,” Ghost praises, worming his fingertip all around Johnny’s hole to keep him nervous. “Nice and tight again, like a good cunt should be. Well, a good ass right now, seeing as I’ve got no need for your cunt.”

Johnny whines a little, a high noise that makes him sound just like the needy thing he’s been reduced to. He can’t seem to choose between going limp and struggling, his body switching between the two every few seconds. It leaves him panting and wide-eyed, and both he and Gaz whining and whimpering at what must be constant pain in their little dicks.

“God, you feel so good with both your holes stuffed, boy,” Price moans. He’s a little red in the face, clearly fucked out and barely holding back his orgasm. He slides a hand to the front of Gaz’s body, pinches the clit clamp and moves it back and forth to mimic stroking the bundle of nerves.

Gaz nearly yowls, back arching as much as it can in this position, and abruptly dropping to the heels of his feet. He goes even louder if that’s possible, but his voice is almost drowned out by Johnny’s when the clamp almost goes flying off for him, and he’s forced to his heels just to alleviate the sting.

He nearly chokes Ghost’s cock, and the way he moans and writhes is a dead giveaway to his own orgasm. Ghost copies Price and shifts the clamp over his clit back and forth, forcing Johnny’s body to milk his cock as he starts to finally come deep inside the man. 

The room is filled with a symphony of noises - muffled and clear - as all four of them seem to finish at once. Ghost wishes he could open his eyes enough to see Price and Gaz’s faces, would love to lean forward and watch Johnny lose his mind, but the hot vice around his cock is far too pleasurable for him to put effort into anything but the tiny thrusts he gives to keep the stimulation going.

He lets his head fall to Johnny’s shoulder eventually, one of his hands lifting to cup his bound arms. The only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat and uneven pants, and he lets himself sink into the afterglow. Johnny whines a little, shifts on his feet and winces

“Alright,” Price huffs, the clink of his belt loud in the otherwise-quiet room. “You’re gettin’ them down from there since I set them up. I’ll be in the living room with blankets and water bottles.”

Ghost smiles against Johnny’s skin when he hears the old man lumber off, then gets to work easing their boys down for a few long hours of aftercare.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Two: Intercrural Sex - Hyunjin/Chan

Tags: trans!Hyunjin (he uses words like pussy, cunt, and clit to describe his genitalia), mentions of gender dysphoria, thigh fucking, top!Chan, bottom!Hyunjin, cunnilingus, squirting

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“Shit–I don’t have any condoms. We ran out last time.” 

Hyunjin stilled underneath Chan, a frown forming on his lips. “Are you sure?” he asked, a slight whine in his voice. Chan nodded. An apologetic look twisted his features and Hyunjin sighed. It wasn’t that they weren’t clean, Hyunjin just didn’t want an accidental pregnancy occurring. He struggled with dysphoria enough as it was. 

“It’s fine,” he said after a second, reaching up to cup Chan’s cheek. “Really. You know that’s not the only thing we can do. You could always use that talented tongue of yours,” he said with a giggle, watching with delight as Chan’s face went red. Hyunjin was convinced that Chan could win a Nobel prize for his pussy eating skills alone. 

“Actually well…” Chan started, looking off to the side. He scratched the back of his neck. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try and I dunno, I feel like this is a pretty good opportunity. I can still eat you out but–can I fuck your thighs first?”

The arousal that stirred in Hyunjin’s stomach followed by a throbbing between his legs was almost instant. He squeezed his thighs together and judging by the way Chan’s mouth twisted into a smirk, he noticed the reaction. “You like the sound of that?” Hyunjin scrunched up his face and shoved at Chan’s chest. 

“And? You’re the one that brought it up. Get off me so I can get in position.” Chan cackled as he scooted down the bed and Hyunjin turned over. He knew his face had to be bright red from how it was burning. He got onto his hands and knees and squeezed his thighs together. From this position Chan would be able to see just how wet Hyunjin was from the foreplay they had done earlier and the sudden influx of arousal from just the idea of Chan fucking his thighs. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this sight. Can’t wait to taste you after this,” he said. He slipped a finger between Hyunjin’s folds and Hyunjin inhaled sharply at the contact. “You’re so wet for me, Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin huffed to mask a moan. Chan’s dirty talk always frustrated him because he wanted him to just get to it but he also simultaneously loved it too much. “You’re no better,” Hyunjin said back. “I could feel you dripping against my leg.” 

“And? You’re so sexy and gorgeous, how could I not be dripping for you, baby?” 

Hyunjin wanted to cringe but Chan knew exactly how much words of praise affected him. “Can you–Chan, please,” he said, the pulsing in his cunt already becoming too much. Chan slid his fingers over Hyunjin’s clit and he hissed. Fuck, why did Chan have to be such a tease. “Hyung.” 

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Chan said amusedly. “Let me grab the lube.” He got off the bed to go search for their lube that they kept mostly for the times Chan wanted Hyunjin to fuck him with his strap. 

He returned quickly and climbed back onto the bed behind Hyunjin, much to his relief. The click! of Chan uncapping the bottle of lube echoed through the room and Hyunjin shivered. He spread a decent amount over his cock and his breath hitched and even though it was such a slight sound it went straight to Hyunjin’s cunt. His walls clenched around nothing and he wished Chan could actually fill him tonight and fuck him properly. But any touch from Chan would be good. 

“Your thighs are so fucking pretty. I’ve always loved them so much,” Chan muttered, reaching out to squeeze the supple flesh beneath Hyunjin’s ass. His skin burned under Chan’s touch and he held back a whimper. “Squeeze your thighs together for me, yeah?” 

Hyunjin did as he was told and scooted his knees closer together so that his inner thighs pushed together. “Yeah, that’s it,” Chan said. Hyunjin could almost hear the pleased smile in his voice. 

He practically held his breath as he waited for Chan to touch him. As Chan’s hands made their way around his waist–a place he used to be so insecure about because of his stupid dysphoria before Chan showed him how much he loved it–a shiver went up his spine and goosebumps rose across his skin. The tip of Chan’s cock tapped against the little crevice between Hyunjin’s thighs and he felt the wetness of precum and lube smear around his skin. 

Chan’s cock finally slipped between Hyunjin’s clenched thighs and his breath hitched. “Shit, your thighs are so soft. Fucking perfect,” he groaned. He squeezed Hyunjin’s hips and his core ached. And the aching only increased when Chan began moving his hips, thrusting between Hyunjin’s thighs with as much enthusiasm as he did when fucking Hyunjin regularly. Knowing he was pleasuring Chan made warmth spread from his head to his toes in tingly waves. 

His legs began to tremble as Chan snapped his hips forward, the wet squelch of his lubed cock sliding between his thighs the only sound apart from Chan’s heavy breathing and low moans. His shaft rubbed over Hyunjin’s clit with every thrust and even the slight pressure had him moaning. His thighs were so sensitive too, and were usually the first place Chan went during foreplay. Just a few kisses had Hyunjin so riled up that he was dripping, soaking through his boxers. Having Chan fucking his dick between them seemed to be no different. Hyunjin could feel himself getting wetter and knew he was probably glistening. 

“Fuck this is–shittt,” Chan swore, his words getting cut off when Hyunjin clenched his thighs. “Knew this–this would be good. ‘M gonna come soon. Then I promise–promise I’ll make you feel so good, Jinnie. Gonna make you come on my fingers and mouth. You’d like that, yeah?” 

“Ahhh, hyung,” Hyunjin whimpered. He bit his bottom lip and his stomach flipped. He loved when Chan got talkative during sex. Half the time he would shut him up with a kiss but that was only because it got him so horny he could barely take it. “C-could probably come from just this,” he said. He’d always been sensitive, but ever since getting on testosterone his libido had gone up substantially and he’d gotten even more sensitive. And the way the tip of Chan’s cock hit his swollen clit with every snap of his hips was bringing him close embarrassingly fast. 

“Yeah?” Chan asked rhetorically. His voice came out strained, breathless. Hyunjin could tell he was close. 

“C-come on, hyung,” Hyunjin stuttered. “Pain my thighs with your cum. M-mark me.” 

Chan’s hips stuttered and he moaned. The grip he had on Hyunjin’s waist made his head spin. “Fuck,” he exclaimed. 

Hyunjin’s cunt clenched and he flexed his thighs so Chan would have a tighter hole. “Co-come on me Channie, please.” 

“Shit.” Hyunjin’s insides turned molten as Chan moaned and slipped his cock out from between his thighs so he could spill his cum all over the back of Hyunjin’s thighs and ass. Hyunjin whimpered at the feeling of his release coating his skin, and then Chan was flipping him over onto his back. “H-hyung, the bed,” he gasped. Heat twisted in his stomach at the act of strength. Fuck, he loved when Chan mandhandled him.

“We can wash the sheets. I wanna see your face when I look up at you,” he said. He grabbed Hyunjin’s thighs and spread them apart and then dropped his head down. Hyunjin choked on a moan when Chan flattened his tongue over his folds and dragged it over his hole to his clit. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips and Hyunjin’s legs jerked. 

“Nghhh, oh my gosh,” Hyunjin gasped. He tossed his head back into the sheets and writhed against the bed as Chan sucked on his clit and licked into his hole with vigor. 

“You’re fucking delicious,” Chan groaned, his words vibrating against Hyunjin’s sensitive skin. He flicked his tongue over his clit and his back arched off the bed. 

“O-ohh fu-uckk, Chan, Chan,” Hyunjin chanted. “I’m gonna–fuck–’m coming s-soon.” 

“Yeahh, come for me, wanna taste you.” Chan resumed his ministrations as soon as he was done talking, alternating between thrusting his tongue into Hyunjin’s hole and licking over his clit. Hyunjin’s abdomen tensed and he clenched desperately around Chan’s tongue whenever he licked into him. Pleasure zipped up his spine and he clenched his fists. 

“I-I’m coming, fuck,” he whimpered. His body went taut and his mouth fell open in a silent moan. He came so hard that clear liquid spilled out of him, coating Chan’s tongue. “Oh shit,” Hyunjin mumbled. Fuck, did he just squirt? 

Chan drank it up greedily, licking any of it off of him until Hyunjin grabbed his hair to stop him, too overstimulated to let him continue. When Chan sat up he immediately grabbed Hyunjin and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hyunjin didn’t even care that he could taste himself. 

“Holy shit,” Chan mumbled as he pulled away. “Can’t believe that got you to squirt. You hardly ever do that.” 

“I know,” Hyunjin breathed with a shaky laugh. “My thighs are just fucking sensitive. And I don’t know, it was hot…you’re hot. And your mouth is godly.” 

Chan laughed, leaning up to peck his lips. “And your thighs are godly.” He squeezed Hyunjin’s thigh and Hyunjin scrunched his nose. 

“Stop that,” he scolded. Chan chuckled again. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s take a bath now, yeah? Unless you wanna sit in both of our cum.” 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Of course I’ll take a bath now.” He made grabby hands and smiled sweetly. “Carry me?” 

Chan sighed and nodded. “Alright, I’ll carry you.” Hyunjin giggled happily as Chan wrapped his arms around him and carried him off to the bathroom. 

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 22: Alien Abduction(Obsession)

warnings/kinks: alien abduction, Saiyan AU, bondage, mentions of violence and death, unprotected sex, slight mentions of being in heat, creampies pairings: Broly x Fem!Reader word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

Everything happened so fast when the Saiyans first came to earth. Anyone who opposed them were killed, and everyone else was enslaved. Most of the women had been spared and the ones who were fertile were given a pretty good life. You were one of those women, and you lived in a facility that housed all the fertile women. There you had a routine every day and it never really changed. You had to eat three meals a day, take fertility drugs and then at night you might be selected to be bred.

Most nights, you escaped that last treatment. Most of the other women were selected, but the Saiyans felt you were much too soft for their tastes. Eventually, they began to swap stories about you. The ones who had been lucky enough to fuck you said you were perfect. But the prince found you much too sweet and soft for his tastes. But he had just the Saiyan in mind for you.

 Broly was someone who couldn’t control his anger and power properly, but Vegeta knew that you would be the perfect little thing for Broly to play with. When you met Broly, you were scared. He was so big and you swore he would split you in half if he were to fuck you. It was pretty innocent at first, and he got to know you more and more.

But one night, he couldn’t content himself with jerking off to thoughts of you. He had to have you. And now he was feeling even more needier than ever. It was the full moon and though he didn’t have his tail anymore, he was feeling so ready to breed.

So the prince decides to give you to Broly. Broly was more than pleased to hear this. After waiting so long for you, he would finally be able to have you all to himself. You wake up after a long, deep sleep and you’re strapped to a table. It’s not uncomfortable but you’re a little worried. Broly is the only one in the room with you, and you feel a little more at ease. But with the way his eyes are shining in that moonlight coming in from the window, it does worry you a little bit.

“Finally,” he breathes in deeply as he walks closer to your small frame on the table. “All mine.”

“B-Broly, wait…”

But he isn't having any of this. He wants you now and he’s going to take what he needs. He rips the clothing off of you, making you shiver at suddenly being exposed to him. Broly watches as your nipples harden and how you keep rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve the sexual tension.

“I can smell you already,” Broly says to you. His voice is so deep.

You’re blushing now, “Don’t say that. It’s naughty.”

He doesn’t really care about that. Usually he would want to take his time and taste you, but tonight he is feeling extra horny. The moon is at its peak and it’s making him feel the need to breed even more so. He has your feet bound in these large stirrups, and it keeps your thighs parted just for him. He pulls his pants down and your mouth waters as you watch his incredible girth slaps against his abdomen.

But it’s when you cry out as he pushes his cock into your little hole, that’s what drives him even more into his lust for you. It doesn’t take long for Broly to begin pounding away at your little pussy, making you cry out and beg him to slow down. But the lust for you has become the only thing that consumes his every thought, and he couldn’t slow down even if he wanted to. It’s all too much for him and he can’t stop.

“So good,” he grunts as he ruts into you like an animal in heat. “Feels so good.”

He’s panting and grunting, the pleasure taking hold of him like nothing before. It’s like something deep inside of him is telling him to fill you with his cum over and over, and Broly has every intention of doing just that. He doesn’t even think you’ll be able to walk when he is done with you.

“Broly,” you whine as he fucks you hard, “slow down!”

He growls, “I can’t! I can’t!”

His heavy balls slap against your ass with every thrust. He’s close now, and he knows he’ll be able to slow down once he cums. Broly just needs to fill you with his seed first. It’ll make this gnawing need deep inside of him calm down and he’ll be able to think a little more clearly this way. The closer he gets, the more his growls become louder and more desperate.

“Gonna cum!” He roars loudly, and his hips snap faster and harder. 

You try to brace yourself, but the pleasure seems to be taking hold of you too. A few more thrusts, and your eyes roll back as you fall off the edge. The pulsing and clenching of your walls causes Broly’s hips to stutter, and he’s spilling his hot seed deep inside of you. Eventually, he rests his head against your chest as he catches his breath.

“More,” Broly mumbles as he sucks on one of your nipples. “I need more.”

[holylulusworld]

The strongest - Kinktober 22

Summary: Strength is just your thing.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Kink: Strength kink

Warnings: ogling, I mean, shamless ogling, implied smut, cocky Dean

A/N: A short and naughty drabble.

Kinktober 2022

Dean does it again. He stretches his arms over his head and flexes his muscles.

It’s pure torture to watch his brawny shoulders and thick biceps do their work.

He’s so fucking strong. Dean could easily overpower you. He could hold you down and fuck you into submission. How much you wish he would put his hands on you.

Right now, he wants to lift a few heavy boxes to carry them toward the storage room.

You decided on always having enough canned food and water at the bunker.

You never know when the next apocalypse knocks at your door, or you are too lazy to go for a grocery run. Whatever happens first.

“Did you hear me?” Sam asks as you try not to drool on your shirt while watching your friend.

Dean is breathing proof that Chuck did one or two things right. Even if he was a complete douche. He made Dean Winchester.

“Y/N?” you lick your lips as Dean lifts the first box. His biceps flex. You whimper. His shoulders roll. You whine. “Earth to Y/N.”

“What?” you love Sam like a brother, but right now you’d like to kick his ass. You hate that you must take your eyes off Dean to look at his brother.

“I asked if you are done with the book, Y/N.”

“Yeah. I’m good.”

You shove the book toward Sam to go back to your favorite show. Dean Winchester. Live and in color. 

“Sweetheart, do we need so much water?” Dean cocks his head to look at you. He smirks as he caught you staring at him again. “Y/N. The water.”

“Sam and I got lots of beer for you too, Dean. Don’t you worry,” you wink at Dean. “We can’t leave you at the bunker without beer.”

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart,” you chuckle as Dean gives you a loop-sided grin. “If you make me some pie, I might marry you.”

“You are a bad liar Winchester. What if I keep you up on that promise?” he smirks now.

“I’ll keep my word,” he turns his attention back toward the boxes. And you. Well, you go back to watching Dean.

He easily lifts the next box and you imagine it’s you.

“So strong,” you whisper under your breath. “He could break me into two halves without any effort. I just know it.”

Sam looks up from his book, “what are you mumbling all the time, Y/N?”

“It’s nothing. Sorry.”

How can you tell Sam that you get very horny when you only see his brother flex his muscles or lift heavy stuff.

Or even worse, win a fight with one of the creatures lurking in the dark.

You could cum at once seeing the strength and power in Dean.

“Fuck.”

“Did you say something?”

Dropping your eyes to the ground you wiggle and shift on your seat and press your thighs together. You whimper as it’s just the right amount of friction to give you a little release.  

“Just a little more.”

“Sweetheart, you look a little busy over there, but can you lend me a hand?” right, when you can reach the peak Dean, steals your high. He smirks as you reluctantly get up from your chair. “Can you help me lift this one? It’s pretty heavy.”

“Sure,” you lick your lips. Having the chance to watch Dean lift heavy stuff up-close is even better. “What can I do?”

“Just watch me lift the heavy stuff.”

You stare at Dean; mouth agape.

While you were watching him, Dean was watching you.

Ever the observant hunter, he realized a long time ago that you like watching him. Especially when he shows off his strength.

“Uh-“ you bite your tongue. What can you say? That you didn’t watch him the whole time, and that your panties are not soaked?

“Maybe I can help you out with your problem later, too,” Dean looks you straight in the eyes. He flashes you a cocky grin, as he flexes his biceps on purpose. “You know that I love to help people, sweetheart.”

You release a shuddery breath. “T-hat would be great.”

Dean knows exactly what you need, and he will give it to you. All. Night. Long…

Tags in reblog.

[otakusheep15]

Kinktober Day 22: Aftercare feat. Diavolo

Feelin’ fluffy today, so it’s nice to have a soft prompt. 

Content includes: mentions of rough sex (nothing explicit), aftercare, lots of fluff, gender neutral reader (no body mentioned), mentions of casual sex (Diavolo/others)

Diavolo tends to be pretty rough in bed

Even when he isn’t trying to be, he usually ends up getting pretty rough with you

That’s why, for him at least, aftercare is very important

Aftercare isn’t something Dia was too familiar with before he met you, since he’s never had a serious partner up until now

Those partners would almost always just get up and leave after sex, so he never had to worry

But now he has you, and he wants to show you that he can care for you better than anyone else

Barbatos probably had to teach him a lot, and what he didn’t learn from Barbs, Dia searched on the internet

Over time, he also learned many of your preferences

He learned your favorite snacks and drinks, what kinds of scents you enjoy, etc. etc., and he uses this and more to help with aftercare

For Dia, he basically goes into aftercare mode the second y’all are done

Of course, he basks in the afterglow with you for a bit, but soon enough he’s out of bed, running around and beginning the process

He draws you a bath and lights some scented candles, and he asks Barbs to bring y’all some snacks

And if you ask him for anything else, Dia will give it to you in a heartbeat

If you just wanna lay there and cuddle with him after sex, he’d be more than happy to oblige for as long as you desire

If you’re feeling tired and want to sleep after, he doesn’t mind, and he’ll gently clean you off as you drift to sleep

When he’d done caring for you, he’ll slip into bed with you and hold you in his arms, slowly drifting off with you as he wonders how he got so lucky

[empire-at-war]

KINKTOBER DAY 22

kink of the day: Bondage

additional kinks/warnings: threesome, blindfolds, shibari

characters: Lothar, Idalia @kaosstar and Shane @starrealis

A/N: In which Lothar has a request for his Sith lovers and they indulge him a bit

***

To her surprise Idalia found she was enjoying herself quite a bit. She hadn't been so sure about this a few days ago, when Lothar had first put forward the idea, blushing and squirming so very uncharacteristically. But now that they were actually doing it? It wasn't boring at all. In fact, she found it quite relaxing, tying all the little knots, following the patterns she had committed to memory.

Shane smiled at her, and she realized she was absent-mindedly petting the sand colored fur under her fingertips. She quickly finished the last knots, tying the red strings of rope around skin and muscle, following the hard planes and lean curves of Lothar's body. “Amazing,” Shane commented, and Idalia had to agree with him, taking a step back to admire her handiwork. The bounty hunter looked good like this, like a work of art, a statue of a Cathar warrior perhaps, so expressive and yet... weirdly vulnerable.

Lothar was holding himself very still, kneeling on the bed with his arms tied behind his back, his cock jutting out eagerly from between the ropes, begging for attention. The red ropes contrasted nicely with the color of his fur.

“Are you just going to leave me like this?” His voice was hoarse, but still demanding. Desperate. “Come on. Touch me.”

Shane chuckled, and he took a step towards the bed, but Idalia stopped him with a soft touch to his arm. “Let's not rush, my dear.” She still wondered what drove the bounty hunter to request this. Wanting to be restrained, giving somebody else so much power? It was strange to her. What was so exciting about putting his life in their hands?

Of course, in a way Lothar always did that when he was with them, didn't he? Perhaps it was a Mandalorian thing? They had lots of weird traditions...

Idalia held up a red silk blindfold, watched with amusement as Lothar's eyes went wide. The blindfold had been Shane's idea, but she could immediately tell that the bounty hunter wasn't going to protest.

She tied a red fabric around Lothar's head, her breath ghosting over the tip of his pointy ear. There was a sharp intake of breath as she “accidentally” brushed against his cock, before she stepped back again and pulled Shane into an open mouthed, passionate kiss.

Would Shane enjoy being in Lothar's stead right now? She had asked him earlier, and he seemed to think that getting tied up in bed was the most normal thing in the galaxy. Perhaps it was among Zeltrons. Idalia usually didn't have the patience for games like this, but for her two lovers, she was always willing to make an exception. She knew they'd make it up to her.

For a brief moment she forgot about the tied up bounty hunter on the bed, so intense was the pleasure from Shane's kiss. He always managed to leave her dizzy with want. His strong arms wrapped around her and held her close, one of them rubbed the small of her back and then cupped her ass, made her realize how wet she was and how desperately she wanted him to fuck her. “Oh come on....”

When Lothar started complaining again, she remembered all the fun things they had planned for him. Shane grinned against her lips and kissed her some more, allowing the anticipation to build until Lothar's muscles were shaking with tension and he groaned in desperation, his cock swinging with every small and futile movements of his hips.

“Cut a guy some slack! You can't just ignore me like that... have all the fun without me....” Of course they could, but they weren't that cruel.

Idalia suddenly realized that Lothar was able to smell their arousal, and even if Shane's pheromones didn't affect her, she knew they never failed to drive poor Lothar insane.

“He's so impatient today,” Shane laughed, but he released Idalia to climb on the bed behind Lothar, grinning as he ran his hands over his chest, stroking the soft fur on his stomach.

“Remind me again, whose idea was this?” Idalia joined them, satisfied by the sharp intake of breath as she raked a nail over a nipple. She liked the way Lothar groaned her name, the way he twitched when she bent down to huff a breath of air over his leaking cock.

“But don't worry. We are going to take good care of you,”

They exchanged knowing glances over Lothar's shoulder.

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 22 Sexting/ Phone Sex

So the pic to this is *spicy* so it's under the cut.

But it does feature Pelna Khara, (whose likeness comes from Tausif Patel- who is actually pictured as he is in real life) from FFXV Kingsglaive and his gorgeous wife Yasmine (face and body cast as Priyanka Chopra Jonas) who is studying to be an OBGYN at Miracles Hospital where Pelna got hired on in IT by Sylva Nox Fleuret-Caelum because she just...adopts everyone who is even remotely her children's ages, who in my universe are young adults. In my Magic and Miracles modern EVERYBODY LIVES AU. Because Final Fantasy has this thing where they just...kill everyone off. So this is my middle finger to canon going 'screw you- these precoius cinnomon rolls are going to be protected and live the dream and live happily ever after, so there' *sticks tongue out at canon*

a jagillion thanks to @starsandskies for her kinktober prompts. These have been so fun.

Kinktober Day 22- Sexting/Phone Sex

‘Good morning Handsome’ Yasmine texted her husband as she got home from medical school and came home to their condo complex that they and all their friends were leasing condos together in the same complex and even had side by side condos. She pulled in already seeing Pashmina's car probably already in the garage while Gladio's Sherrif's SUV was already in the driveway and he was inside his condo with Pash as they were making dinner together and it smelled amazing.

But Yasmine, didn't have the strength or energy to cook. She had an extra long day, both in classes and in clinical hours and she was just plain exhausted. So she parked inside the garage and smiled bittersweetly at her husband's car. Because while his car was there, he was not. And while it had only been several hours since they kissed goodbye, she missed him something terrible.

She came inside and stopped at the laundry room and immediately took off her scrubs and put those into the washer with extra disinfectant since it was a messy day in the OBGYN today.

She looked at the time and she supposed it was supposed to be early morning, where her husband Pelna had flown overseas- just as she was getting ready to go into class that morning but while it was late evening for her, it was surely early morning for him where he was right now.

‘Good morning Beautiful’ Came Pelna’s immediate reply. 

‘You’re up really early already. So what’cha got going on today?’ Yasmine texted him as she went through their condo in nothing but her bra, camisole and underwear before she snagged a pair of short shorts to put on to serve as pajama bottoms. 

‘We have that presentation at the World Health Organization with the Eurpopean Union and then some more meetings with other nearby hospitals’ Pelna responded. 

‘Sounds like you have a full day’ Yasmine noted as she rummaged through the fridge to find some left overs so she didn’t have to cook dinner by herself for herself from scratch.

She found what she wanted and quickly put it into the microwave to reheat. Something she missed about having her husband home was whoever got home first got to make dinner.

And with Pelna flying with ‘Mom and the boys’ meant that she was on her own. Since Pelna got flying privileges as Sylva’s on staff IT Manager. Pelna did IT at Miracles Hospital, where she was currently doing her medical school and training and getting her clinical hours at the hospital.

And she was grateful that they could at least work together in the same place, even though Yasmine was training to be a doctor, an OBGYN specifically.

But with Yasmine being “adopted” by Sylva as well, meant that Pelna- also being in association with Tredd, Luche and Nyx and Ravus, Ignis and Noctis, meant he was one of the many “boys” Sylva practically adoptedtoo.

But Sylva had practically adopted her too way before she did Pelna because Pashmina and Yasmine had gone to Tenebrae Prep with Lunafreya and Ravus and Stella Nox Fleuret and at the time, Pash, Yasmine, Lunafreya and Stella all wanted to be doctors. Sylva herself was a doctor and the CEO and owner of Miracles Hospital and Sylva employed Yasmine's father as a Pain Specialist. And Pash had wanted to be a Pediatrition. But with Pash being squeemish, she ended up being Sylva's personal assistant instead. And actually made more than she would have being a Pediatrition at the hospital anyway. And she got to stay close and learn the ropes of being an Executive Assistant to the CEO.

But when Ravus and Luna transferred from Tenebrae Prep to Lucis High, while Sylva and Regis were dating and then got engaged and then married soon after. Lunafreya got triple credits for working as a medical assistant to the football team along with assisting a Chiropractor too.

So Yasmine and Pashmina transferred over to do the same and Yasmine got there just in time to do the same for Lucis High soccer team, which Pelna played both football and soccer.

They had actually first met at Sylva and Regis’ wedding since Yasmine’s father was a doctor at Miracles Hospital and were very good friends with Yasmine’s family. And since Yasmine and her family were Indian, they wore their traditional wedding saris to Sylva’s wedding.

And it just so happened that when Pelna came into the wedding with Tredd and saw Yasmine, Stella introduced them and he complimented her on her sari and they just happened to also speak not just English, but Hindi, Punjabi and Marathi. And when Pelna spoke those languages to her, her and her family immediately offered for him to sit with them and eat at their table. Since he was clearly Indian himself but had been wearing a western style suit to Sylva's wedding.

And Yasmine was used to guys hitting on her- all the time. Hell Gladio had even taken a shot at flirting with her but she ripped him a new one for it. But with Stella of all people claiming that Pelna was actually the opposite of Gladio and the nicest, sweetest, but also very intelligent but introverted and shy guy. Yasmine had looked over and agreed he was, actually really cute. And was ok with being introduced to him. And Stella was right on the money with Pelna. Pelna was everything both Yasmine and her family were looking for in a good match for Yasmine.

He was very intelligent, he was very active, he was sweet and charming and yes he was a geeky nerd sometimes. But his own dad was an IT manager at the largest tech company around. And their families actually had mutual friends that could vouch for both of their families to the other family. And Pelna had been the perfect gentleman for Sylva's wedding. He spoke several languages, he, being Hindu himself, worshiped at the same temple, worshipped the same gods, so they had the same religion. And the only way they had not met before was because his family just went on a different night than Yasmine and her family did. And after that, Pelna was Yasmine's date to all of the other weddings before they had one of their own.

Pelna's parents were actually overjoyed for it. Because to them Yasmine was the bride of the millenia and were eager to welcome her into their family the same way Yasmine's family had welcomed him into theirs.

And from there, once Sylva noticed the attraction, she did everything she could to help Pelna, including hiring him for IT at Miracles Hospital and letting him buy Yasmine’s wedding ring which was worth way more than Pelna could ever hope to afford but she only charged him a dollar for it. And with Sylva’s support getting Pelna hooked up with an amazing job with amazing benefits and with helping and supporting Pelna to get all the certifications he needed to be the IT Manager that he was now.

Pelna’s family and Yasmine’s family were more than happy to give their blessings and stamps of approval and were married shortly after graduating high school in between graduating high school and starting college. Much like their friends had done. 

And they had settled into life as a married couple, both of them pursuing their careers instead of having children right away, which especially for Yasmine was extremely important to her. Becuase she wanted to graduate medical school and at least get to be a Resident OBGYN at Miracles before she would have any child of her own. Which Pelna was happy to do. And was happy to let her take all the birthcontrol she wanted or needed so that neither of them hindered or interfered with the other's work and career.

‘I do, but we still have a few more hours before it’s day here’ Pelna texted. 

‘Did you get any sleep on the plane?’ Yasmine asked. 

‘Not much, decided to go over the presentation again just to make sure we have it down pat and I don’t fuck up any of the media while Noct, Iggy, Beavus, Sylva and Luche do the talking’ Pelna sighed as he laid in his hotel bed but didn’t feel tired, but instead, wished he could have asked for Yasmine to come with him for this trip. Because his body just couldn’t seem to settle down and find comfort enough to find sleep. He wanted to be home with his wife. He wanted to help strip her out of those dirty scrubs and make dinner with her or have found some way to get her to come with them. But she couldn't miss class or clinic, not when she really needed to be in those classes and get those clinic hours.

‘So where are you now?’ Yasmine texted. 

‘At the hotel. Presentation is in 4 hours which means we have to leave in three but I can’t sleep for anything. Because I’ve gotten used to sleeping with My Wife.’ Pelna complained. 

‘Aww, you poor baby!’ Yasmine giggled as she got her food out of the microwave before she sat down at the breakfast counter and dug into it. 

‘I should have found a way to get you to come with us.’ Pelna insisted. 

‘Yeah but then Selena and Ada would have wanted to go too and Pash didn’t even come so it’s literally just Sylva with her army of boys/employees. And we took the little jet this time so it was a tight squeeze already. Plus Pash didn’t want to push it with her pregnancy.’ Pelna sighed tiredly. 

‘Well I actually saw her today for her check up. She’s doing really good.’ Yasmine offered.

‘Can you tell me so I win the pool?’ Pelna asked hopefully since the moment Tredd knew Pash was pregnant, Tredd started up a pool of what it was and when the due date would be set vs when Pash would actually go into labor, just like he had done with Crowe and Ada so far. 

‘Still too early to tell.’ Yasmine grinned evilly because she and Pashmina went way back and Pashmina swore Yasmine to secrecy about the particulars. And Yasmine readily agreed because both for HIPPA and trying to some how try to get Tredd to lose the god damn betting ring. Because he and Sylva always put in their bets together and they always seemed to win. They had won with both Crowe and Ada and Pash didn’t want Tredd to win three times in a row. But Tredd and Pelna were also friends and Tredd had tried to sneak some insider info from Yasmine and she flat out refused and so to protect herself and Pelna, mostly from Tredd and a lawsuit regaurding HIPPA, she simply decided to keep her mouth shut about it until Pash and Gladio would announce it at their own gender reveal party in a few months, which Yasmine was helping to plan for her BFF Pash. 

And just as Pash was done with dinner, a bath sounded pretty damn good right about now. So she put the dishes in the dishwasher and set it to run while she went upstairs to do just that.

She looked at the special shower head and got an idea before she went into the bedroom to get her waterproof vibrator, got undressed and washed her face from all the makeup she had been wearing and started a bath before she hit the Duo icon on her phone that would video call her husband. 

“Hey, hey.” Pelna smiled brightly to see his wife naked and stepping into the bathtub. 

“Hey, so since you are all alone and need some sleep, want to have some phone sex?” Yasmine cooed as she used the water as her lubrication and put the phone into a special waterproof pouch so that she could use the phone to get closeups under the water. 

“Yes please!” Pelna nodded emphatically and stripped out of his pajamas and quickly got some hand lotion because that’s all he had on him to use as lube to see his damn sexy wife insert the waterproof toy as it turned on and started to pulsate in the water before she brought the phone out of the water so he could get a good view of his wife squeezing her own breasts as the hot water filled the tub up before she pulled the phone out of the waterproof pouch so that she could hear him and he could hear her. 

“By Brahma…” Pelna began to speak in Hindi which got Yasmine to smile because when Pelna would speak in his mother tongue, Yasmine knew he was happy, or really excited as they cooed and said the same amazing things in Hindi that just didn’t quite sound quite right in English but between Pelna’s heated and heady voice and Yasmine’s own voice and she barely had the water turned off before it overflowed the tub, it was still so sexy. Even sexier even because Pelna's voice got that dark- growly sexy tone to it that Yasmine really loved.

Yasmine’s body shook when her first orgasm rippled through her and her keening cry of bliss was all that Pelna needed to shoot a large load of cum onto his own belly as he used a tissue from the nightstand to clean it up as Yasmine reached to turn the vibrator off and pull it out of herself as she simply laid there and basked in the afterglow.

“Are you tired now?” Yasmine asked with a pleasured and sated smile. 

“Yeah, I think, I think I can get some sleep now.” Pelna agreed as his body finally felt tired enough to go to sleep now that he was sated. 

“Not as great as the real thing of course. But I needed this, thank you Yas.” Pelna breathed out as he fought to catch his breath. 

“You’re welcome. Get some sleep. You need it. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow. Be safe, I love you. You’ll do great.” Yasmine encouraged him. 

“Thanks,” Pelna grinned before they kissed the phone screens and ended the call before Pelna got redressed and rolled over and finally got some sleep as Yasmine rinsed out the tub after draining it and then practically collapsed into bed herself.

[hopelessrromantix]

kinktober day 1 - somnphilia

somno obviously, not much prep, not gendered but reader has a dick

cis women dni

“Morpheus?”

Silence.

What a rare sight, Morpheus actually letting himself rest.

He was surely somewhere in the Dreaming. He was much weaker asleep than he was awake, but it meant he had to let himself relax. Mostly because he couldn’t perform his usual duties while sleeping himself.

Usually you wouldn’t want to disturb his sleep, but upon finding out that Morpheus can still feel what happens to his body he was practically begging for this.

You started small, light touches that hopefully wouldn't alert him. If anything he'd think you were shifting in your sleep. Your hands skimmed his hips and brushed his collarbone, not enough to give away your plans.

His back was against your chest, his body more relaxed than you'd seen him in a long time. His clothes were much lighter, though still the signature black color you never saw him without.

The small touches didn't go unnoticed, but they didn't disturb him either. Perfect.

You grew a bit more daring, sliding your fingers into your own mouth before dipping your hand into his pants.

Your finger softly traced the rim of his hole before dipping in, stretching him slowly. No noise so far, but time was sure to be limited before Morpheus decided to come back.

You dipped another finger in slowly, eventually adding a third. Soft moans came out of his mouth, just above a whisper.

You fully slid down his pants, lining yourself up and sinking into him slowly.

That elicited a much louder moan, and for a moment you were certain he'd woken up.

Still nothing. Wherever Morpheus was in the Dreaming, it seemed like he was having fun with this too.

Given the lack of intervention, you stopped being subtle.

Your hips snapped into his, forcing your cock deeper into him. He was tight around you, slowly clenching as you continued to fuck into him.

"Is this your idea of relaxing?"

His voice surprised you, though it sounded strained. You slammed your hips against him again, prompting a much louder moan.

"Well I was having fun," you smirked. "Couldn't help fucking you when you look so pretty."

You grabbed his hips, changing your position. You knelt behind him, facing him into the pillow as you kept going.

He whined at the compliment. "Touch me?" He pleaded, voice breaking slightly with each thrust.

"Ask nicely." You pulled him back onto your cock, thrusting forward at the same time. He let out a much louder whine.

"Touch me please? Please?"

You chuckled at the eager sound of his begging.

"No, sweetheart. You can cum on my cock alone, can't you baby?"

His whine was more like a whimper this time.

"I want an answer." You clarified, stopping your hips.

"Yes, I'll cum without you touching me." He responded, trying to drive his hips back.

"Good boy."

You were going to drive him mad.

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝

→ premise: steve spoils you, a little too much. for once in your relationship he’s denying you the thing he always gives you, orgasms.

→ paring: steve harrington x fem!reader

→ warnings: eighteen+, smut, unprotected sex orgasm denial, mirror sex, very small daddy kink, mean!steve, nicknames [babe, baby princess, my girl], praising, very small degrading

→ a/n: 06 kinktober! did’nt proofread at all so sorry for mistakes

Steve never denied you anything, your friends often teased him constantly for giving in to you. He often gives you multiple orgasms each night. He cant help how pretty you look when you're squirming, whining and giving into your high washing over you. He can't help but think you’re beginning to take them for granted, since you’ve started asking him for more than one. He needs to remind you just who is the one giving you them. So now he’s going to deny you your sweet release.

“Stevie p-please just let me cum” you whine and attempt to give Steve puppy dog eyes through the mirror. He was pressed against your back, his big hands held onto your waist as he thrusted into you. His cock made you feel so full every time he was inside you. He was bigger than most girls could handle but you were able to take all of him. Steve thought he was gonna lose it and cum the second he first bottomed out inside you. That stinging beautiful stretch that happens each time he first slides his cock inside drove you crazy. You’re only an hour into steve fucking you in front of the large full length mirror that stood in your room. Normally Steve would have had you cumming for the second time by now. But he was punishing you.

“Can't do that sweet girl, I've spoiled ya’ a bit too much princess. Turned my girl into a greedy slut cause a givin’ you so many orgasms. So you don't get to cum” he laughed softly in a mocking tone at your small grumbles and whines of protests. You were already so close to the edge ready to fall over and let your high wash over you. You needed to be good and listen but Steve wanted to toutre you, make it impossible not to cum.

His thrusts start to speed up and get rougher, pushing you forward to your hands and knees. “God, this pussy s‘good baby. You're squeezing the shit outta me babe” he groans and digs his fingers into your waist and hips. You were already getting worked up over his praise and rambling of how good it is, the thought of the bruises that’ll be left on your body at the end only excited you more. “Just let me cum this once please steve i don't need more than one, just gimme one please” you were pleading by this point the knot forming in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearably tight. Steve grunts and grabs your discarded panties that were left on the floor and stuffs them in your parted mouth. The whine you let out is muffled by the soaked fabric, you can taste your slick on your tongue as your eyebrows furrow begging Steve with your eyes. He usually turns to mush from your dough eyes not this time. He was unrelenting.

“Gotta shut this pretty mouth of yours up, I coulda just denied you my cock would that be better?” He tilts his head, looking at you through the mirror, that is beginning to fog up slightly. You frantically shake your head, tears brimming your eyes. Being denied your orgasm began to hurt, your throbbing red puffy cunt begging for relief and more at the same time.

Your teary eyes earn you a tilted smirk through the mirror and a kiss at the base of your spine. “Good girl” Steve grunts as he continues his abusing thrusts hitting the sponge sweet spot deep inside you. A spot Steve's cock hits everytime without fail.

You bite down on your cotton panties that were silencing you to concentrate on not letting go.

Your hips involuntarily bucking back to meet Steve's deep and hard thrusts, we’re betraying you however and making that seem like mission fucking impossible The tears sliding down your face only made Steve speed up. Your hands flail around looking for anything to hold onto and steady yourself, they end up landing on the back of Steve's thighs. Digging your nails into the plush skin, causing Steve to let out a small hiss at the pain. You both knew there’d be crescent shaped indents left by the time your punishment is done.

“I’m real close princess, fuck” he grunts as he throws his head back. You could tell without the warning he was close, his thrusts lost rhythm and his cock was throbbing inside you. The pain of holding your orgasm back was building up faster and you were becoming overly sensitive. You felt every little drag and pulse of his cock inside you and it was only making you cry harder.

Steve thrusts deep inside you one last time and rambles of “good girl” alongside your name as he shoots hot white strings of cum deep inside you, filling you up. Pain shoots through your lower half and you let out a loud whine as steve rubs circles on your hips and smiles at the forming purple and yellow bruises.

He held still inside you and even though he finished your hips were still grinding back on him softly, your body begging for release. All the built up tension getting to your head, making you a desperate whining mess. “Think I should let you cum baby? You were s’good for me” he pulls your now sopping wet panties from your mouth. A mixture of your slick and saliva rubs down your chin. He began trailing small kisses up your back and rubbing out the knots and kinks in your back waiting on an answer. You knew there was only one right answer that would get you the release you so desperately needed. “Only if you think i deserve it daddy” you whine and let go of his thighs to wipe your eyes and chin.

“There’s my good girl, my girl may be spoiled but she always deserves it” he leans down and captures your lips in a steamy kiss, mumbling ‘cum’ against your soft lips. Sliding his hand down your hip and between your legs, rubbing your needy cilt finally giving it attention for the first time tonight. He’s quick to slip tongue between your parted lips when you gasp in surprise and pleasure.

It’s not long at all before your high comes crashing over you practically making your whole body shake.

→ a/n: first time writing for steve so i hope he doesnt seem out of character :/! Ive gotten very behind on kinktober and had to shorten my prompt list but hopefully i can finish it now!!

[psychedelic-ink]

kinktober '22 ║ ⅠⅠ

pairing: pero tovar x f!reader

genre: smut, minors dni

word count: 1.9k

summary: despite the fact that you shouldn't, you can't help but continue to visit the prisoner that you still didn't know the name of. An unexpected visitor shows up.

warnings: dry humping, squirting, dirty talk, pero being a little shit as always

a/n: this is part of the ego & black powder series, you don't need to read the first part to read this but it'll add more context if you do! the masterlist isn't out yet but I'll be getting to it soon 💜

part one | series playlist | taglist form | series masterlist

You’ve been sick before. 

You got poisoned, stabbed, got the flu, woke up with a sore throat– You hated it, for sure, but you knew that eventually those misfortunes would pass, one way or another. 

But this isn’t the case when it comes to him. 

Ever since your little…relief session with him, he’s been quiet, suspiciously so. You hadn’t expected him to honor the agreement you forced him to make. The silence irritates you. It shouldn’t but it does. He’s like sand. You remember finding it everywhere after coming back from training when you were a kid. No matter how many times you bathed yourself it didn’t matter, the sand would still be there. It would be on your bed, the floor, still lodged deep in your scalp. 

And that’s exactly what he feels like. No matter what you do, the ghost of him lingers across your skin. He visits you when you’re alone in your bed, touching yourself, remembering how his cock tasted on your tongue, and in those moments you can swear you hear him laughing at you, teasing you for being weak. 

Everytime you enter his cell, you want him to say something, anything. You never thought that you would miss the sound of his voice so much. 

And just like the days before, when you open the heavy door to his cell to feed him, he’s silent, only his eyes following you as you move. You bring the bowl of soup to his lips, he promptly opens up and allows you to feed him. When you see the pink of his tongue, you’re reminded of how soft it felt against your fingers.

“I am done, princesa,” 

You blink, trying to comprehend what he just said. Your gaze falls to the empty bowl that is still pressed against his lips, swallowing, you swiftly pull it back, cheeks feeling warm under his intense gaze. When you continue to stand there, frozen after hearing his voice, his lips twist into a sly smile, eyes shimmering with amusement. 

“Have you been lonely?”

Your heart sinks into your chest. The way he makes you feel is indescribable, confusing. You’re happy, yet you also want to rip your heart out and throw it at his feet. 

“No,” you whisper, eyes looking down. “Why would I feel lonely, I have my comrades,” 

He scoffs at that, smirk shifting into a wide grin. “Comrades?” he repeats gleefully. “I barely hear you talk to any of them. Do not lie to me, I know you were lonely before I came into your life, and you are lonely still,”

The words sting. He’s right. He says it nonchalantly, as if he’s just stating a fact. Despite being a prison guard for as long as you can remember, you never felt like you belonged. The men don’t enjoy you being there, it doesn't matter if you are good at what you do. It doesn’t matter to them if some of their commanders are women. You’re not that high up in the food chain to gain their respect, and despite knowing some of these men since you were a child, they always give you dirty looks, mumbling, muttering. It always happens behind your back. To your face they act normal, laugh with you, eat with you, complain about the disgusting men that lay on the other side of the iron gates. 

But none of it matters when they prefer you gone. 

“You must be tense…” 

Your eyes flicker up to meet his. It’s clear to you that he wants to say more, instead he bites into his bottom lip instead, tongue licking over the dents. The air between the two of you crackles with unspoken words, the hairs across your body lifting at the ghost-like sensation. You swallow, heat building between your legs. No matter what you did your fingers never felt enough after tasting him. Every night you wonder how his cock would feel buried deep in your cunt. Placing the bowl in its place, you eye the closed door before walking up to him, standing only an inch away. 

“What are you saying?” you whisper, you can feel your pupil diapering as you look at him, gaze raking over his jaw and stopping at his throat. You want to bite into him. “What are you proposing?” 

“I propose–” he stops to swallow, his voice thick with want. “You relax and take what you want for a change,” 

The words send a shrill, unsettling feeling up your spine, it settles in your bones. “Take what you want” as if it was ever that simple. You don’t know how to answer him, or what he actually means, until the chains rattle and he spreads his legs. Your eyes follow the movement, hunger spreading within your gut. 

Hands shaking, you take another step, balancing yourself by bracing the wooden pillory, his head between your hands. His back is flushed against the stone cold wall, looking up to him, worry settles across your face. 

“Does it hurt?” you ask, chewing the inside of your cheek. 

“I can barely feel it,” 

He grins, pushing up his thigh at the best of his capabilities. You shiver at the sudden pressure, brows knit together in concentration as you experimentally grind your hips down on to him. Nails scratch the wood as you repeat the movement, a jolt of electricity shooting up your spine. The flimsy trouser he was given to wear barely hides the muscles underneath, he’s strong and steady underneath you, which prompts you to move faster, your breathing becoming uneven. 

Five minutes barely pass and you feel absolutely soaked. You managed to angle yourself in a way that each time you grind down, your puffy clit is caught against the shaft of his thigh. Your moans become louder, more frantic. With the corner of your eye you see him smiling, it annoys you, it annoys you even more when he tries to kiss you. Not slowing down your hips, you pull away. 

“No kissing,” you hiss. “You’re a thief,” 

He laughs at that, head falling back against the pillory as he watches you desperately rut against him. 

“Princesa,” he says, trying to level with you. “I can feel how wet you are. The fabric is shade darker, is a kiss really where you draw the line?”

“Yes,” you breath out, arms shaking. “A kiss is something personal. It requires feelings. Which is something you wouldn’t understand,”

He laughs again, but this time with less humor. You’re too dazed to care, your head falls against his chest, teeth digging into your bottom lip. Everything feels so damn wet. Heat builds between your legs, the coil tightening as the roll of your hips becomes sloppy. Your chest tightens. 

“That’s it,” he purrs, lips dangerously near your ear. “You are so wet, have you been thinking about this for long? Cum for me, want to feel it all,” 

You clench around nothing, you want to look up but refuse to do so. Instead, you furiously shake your head into his chest. You bite back your moans, everything is so intense. He continues to whisper utter filth into your ears, telling you how good your wetness feels, how it could fill the rivers. It’s too much. The tone of his voice is too much. 

You cum with a cry, silencing yourself by biting his chest. You vaguely hear him hiss but you’re too far gone to actually care. You’re positive that you black out for a second, cunt gushing around nothing as the intensity of your orgasm continues to cascade over you. When you’re done, you nearly fall, barely able to pull back. He’s smiling as your gaze travels down, seeing the mess you made. 

“Good girl,” he rasps. “Now show me,” 

You blink in confusion, “Show you what?”

He licks his lips, his eyes out to devour you. The tingles of your orgasm returns, you’re not satisfied with just grinding against his leg. 

“Show me the core of the mess. Bend over and let me see that beautiful pussy of yours,” 

You still, a sudden flush of embarrassment heating up your skin. Chest stuttering, you notice the thick outline of his cock, a small dot of wetness staining the front of the fabric. Then, with a sudden bravery, you lower your own trousers, turn and bend over, just like he said. 

He groans at the mere sight of you, chains rattling as he thrusts into the air. 

“Spread yourself for me,” 

Reaching out, with two fingers you spread your folds. You don’t dare to say anything, you fear something might happen as soon as you open your mouth. The chains rattle again. You squeeze your eyes shut, desperately trying to calm your raging heart. It’s deadly silent now, you can feel yourself dripping. 

In the end it isn’t you talking that breaks the spell, it’s a series of footsteps that’s heading your way. 

“Fuck!” you gasp, pulling your trousers up. At the same time you run towards the water bowl and fill it with water. You can hear him chuckling behind you. 

“I told you you were mine. And now our real story begins, mi vida,” 

Before you can pry and ask what he means, the door opens. The water sloshes inside the bowl as you turn, some of it spilling over the bowl and wetting your fingers. You look absolutely dumbfounded. A man you don’t know and a guard walks in, you remember his name being Jungfeng. He eyes you suspiciously, but he’s quick to shrug it off as he leaves you and the new arrival alone in the cell. 

The stranger ignores you completely, an amused glance appearing as he stares at the prisoner. 

“Tovar,” he says, voice full of humor. “So, how’s life without me?”

Tovar. That must be his last name. It feels odd to know. 

By the air alone you can tell that these two have known each other for a while. Tovar sheepishly grins, moving a bit. His eyes flicker to you, lips curling up. 

“A little slow,” he answers, eyes still locked to yours. 

Finally the stranger turns, eyes wide as he finally notices you. His eyes briefly scans your body, observes your expression and turns back to Tovar. 

“Seems like it,” he grins, you feel heated within the stifling cell. You want to leave but you can’t. 

“You’re a hero after all,” Tovar says, your presence forgotten. He looks away then back to his friend. “So what are they giving you for all of your troubles–” 

You zone out, not wanting to hear the rest. With the way your heart is beating, you doubt you would be able to hear them properly anyway. He’s going to leave and you’re going to be alone, all over again. It was nice while it lasted, however, you wouldn’t mind if it had lasted a little bit longer. You’re not sure who this newcomer is, but his mere presence makes rage bubble inside of you. 

“Are you coming, princesa?” 

You jump at the loud voice. Looking up to Tovar, you blink before shaking your head. The stranger is amidst freeing his right arm, Tovar grins at your confusion. 

“I said would you like to join us,” he, you can only assume, repeats himself. “It would be good to have someone who knows the land after the cavalry leaves us,” 

“Me?” you say, your mouth spitting cotton. “Come with you?”

“Yes, it’ll be fun,” 

When he stands, actually stands, only an inch away from you. You feel lightheaded. He’s much taller than you anticipated, his presence towering and intimidating. His gaze is playful, lips twisted in an amused smile. You can tell he’s enjoying himself. He reeks of danger and heartbreak. 

So it surprises you when you accept his offer. 

He doesn’t seem at all surprised. 

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[makur0]

Day 22 - Jealous Sex [rinne amagi x fem! reader]

content warnings - nsfw, mdni. rough sex, penetration, manhandling, dirty talk, degradation, biting

word count - 245

“Yer such a fuc-king bitch...”

Rinne’s large hand grabbed your chin and pulled it back, eliciting a loud moan from you as the change of position made it easier to drill into you faster. 

“Hanging out with Niki instead of me,” He hissed into your ear, his facial appearances scrunched up. “You really have the balls to fucking upset me, huh.”

“D-didn’t mean to-o!” You wailed out, clutching onto the sheets for dear life. “Slow down- Rinne-!”

A harsh slap met your face before it was shoved into the sheets, your moans muffled. Rinne’s cock was flying in and out of you, his pace so gruesome that bruises were immediately starting to form on your ass, pairing with the bright red handprints. 

A loud cry left you as your waist collapsed, legs twitching as you came harshly. At your jerking figure Rinne smirked to himself, his blue eyes cold. Niki couldn’t make you feel like this- no, nobody can. You’re his slut and only his. 

As you tightened like a vice around him, the male cursed and bit into your shoulder, causing you to freeze as he released his seed into you. 

“Only I can make you feel like this, and you better fucking make sure you keep that in mind,” He spat into your ear, flipping you over to reveal your messy expression. “I could be doing so much worse to you.”

A small whimper escaped from you. Yeah, you weren’t forgetting anytime soon.

[gallawitchxx]

please indulge in some wedding night hubbies as a palette cleanser after some raucous days of face-sitting lol. also also also, check out this sweet s3 sleepover fic by @tellmegoodbye which beautifully encapsulates today's theme!

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day 22: innocence for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

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Ian’s threads his left hand into Mickey’s, and it feels as solid as the metal of their rings.

Mickey looks up at him with the same soft gaze he had at the altar. No doubts, no pain, just years of togetherness, stretching in both directions.

Ian sinks into his husband, and it feels like the first time.

God, he remembers when they finally fucked face to face, all blushing cheeks and slow kisses, after years of sweat and fast and kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.

Their lips meet, and it feels like forever.

At fucking last.

[suzy-queued]

Day 22: "You'd better be quiet or everyone's going to know what a naughty little slut you are."

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[vampirefest]

[empire-at-war]

KINKTOBER DAY 21

kink of the day: Size Difference

additional kinks/warnings: masturbation, toys, voyeurism

characters: Mala @lhunuial (and my Sarian as special guest)

A/N: One more entry in my ongoing series called “Mala and her damn size kink”

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Mala sped up the circular motion of her fingers, rubbing her clit with a little more pressure, just enough to get herself really fired up. Her hips rose from the mattress to press against her hand, and she teased herself for a few more minutes, allowing the pleasure to ramp up slowly. She could easily come like this, and perhaps it would help to take the edge off a bit, but that wasn't the plan for tonight. She had all evening and wanted to make this special. She really deserved it, after all the stress she'd been through lately.

Her thoughts drifted back to her last mission briefing with her boss, to his broad shoulders and his commanding presence. The way he towered over her in his dark robes... damn. It was a bit disconcerting how she always felt smaller when he was in the room, but it was also incredibly hot.

Mala wasn't a small woman by any shot, but she barely reached up to his chest when she stood in front of him. Did he have any idea what she was thinking when he was so close? When he passed her the datapad with his huge, calloused hands? She imagined his fingers pumping in and out of her right now, stretching her wide. Only, he wouldn't be gentle, would he? He wouldn't care if she was ready for him, his own pleasure was all that mattered to the Sith.

Mala curled her fingers upwards and groaned at the sensation, the wet and eager sounds coming from her cunt. Her fingers were not nearly enough. She needed something bigger, something much bigger, and she had just bought the perfect toy for that. Gingerly she grabbed her newest acquisition, marveling at the ridges and the softness of the material. And the size, of course. The fake cock was massive, it's head bigger than her fist. Damn, she had almost forgotten how big it actually was. Mala wasn't easily intimidated. Far from it, the thought of putting that thing inside of her was enough to make her moan out loud. Biting her lip and squeezing one of her nipples, she spread her legs on the bed. Her thoughts drifted back to earlier today when she had entered the private office of her boss, only to see him pounding into a servant girl bracing herself against his desk. The image was seared into her mind, and she knew she'd never be able to forget what she had seen. Not that she wanted to. The girl had been young, pretty, her lekku and her plump breasts bouncing with every thrust. She was so small compared to the Sith, who all but enveloped her as he thrust into her, pressing his hand over her mouth to smother her cries of pleasure. Mala coated the toy in plenty of lube, stroking it slowly and sensually as if it was the real deal, pressing the massive cock against her entrance. Fuck, this was going to be a tight fit. She wasn't entirely sure she'd get to fit in all of it. Not without some practice. She had no idea how the Sith had managed to fit his cock into that small girl either. An yet, he had had fucked her relentlessly, and Mala had caught a good look of his massive cock as he had pulled it out slowly before ramming it back in. Fuck, that had been so hot. Okay, perhaps he'd been just average for his size, but in her fantasy she could imagine whatever she wanted. The girl had seemed to love it too, her whole body had been shaking with pleasure as he buried himself in her again and again. She twisted the cock between her legs and slowly worked the first few inches in, imagining it was the big red member of her boss stretching her wide. She really had to get one that looked lie a real pureblood, with the ridges and spikes and all. It felt so good, the slight ache was more than overshadowed by the intense pleasure. When she stroked her clit, felt how it stretched over the massive head of the toy, she almost came on the spot. Not yet, she told herself, taking a few minutes just to breathe, until she could continue to work the toy between her legs, rocking it deeper and deeper, until the wide head was suddenly all the way in. Mala remembered when her boss had turned around, and his gaze had briefly found her lurking in the doorway. She remembered the way her legs had trembled when she waited for his reaction. For his anger... or for him to call her to his side. She was sure he had considered it, for a moment. Imagined her moaning under him, taking his huge cock and loving every second of it. Her clit twitched and then she came undone, with a big sobbing groan, her muscles barely able to contract around the massive toy. Fuck, it felt so good. Nothing was supposed to feel this good. She waited until her body stopped twitching, twisting the cock one last time before letting it slip out of her. Her boss had quickly turned away again to keep fucking the Twi'lek girl, but she couldn't stop thinking about that moment. A greedy hand slipped between her legs to feel the gaping emptiness between her legs, to rub her clit until she felt ready to go again. As it so often was, reality would probably not live up to the fantasy, but Mala didn't mind. She could live without getting fucked by her boss, but she sure hoped he would make her “accidentally” walk in on him again.

[squidyyy23]

spice up your life

ian and mickey attempt to spice up their sex lives — even further — by embarking on a thirty-day sex challenge.

day 22: turn back time

kinktober prompt: innocence

roleplay time! go back and recreate your first time (or make up a scenario for a new first time!). relive the newness of it all.

chapter: 10 / ? rating: e word count: 2.3k / 22k

day 22 of @gallavichthings kinktober! okay so a breather today after yesterday's utter filth. heavy on the feels, light on the spice today.

thanks to @shameless-notashamed and @you-are-so-much-better-than-that for beta-ing piles of porn 💕

🌶 read day 22 here on ao3 🌶