#how kinktober

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding

John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)

summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink

You tell yourself it’s just a kink.

You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.

But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.

You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.

You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.

So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy. 

In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort. 

And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.

Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.

Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.

Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?

My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.

Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.

C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.

You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake. 

He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.

You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.

So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.

But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.

The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.

At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.

It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.

Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.

You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.

[bunnyreaper]

kinktober 8 - breeding

simon riley x reader

(18+/mdni, breeding kink ofc hehe, just a little thing today <3)

for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley sure has a breeding kink. simon swears on his life he doesn't want kids. not now, maybe not ever, a stance you've never had a major issue with. but considering his firm line in the sand, he always tries to knock you up anyway.

the first time you fucked had been a whirlwind of post mission adrenaline and raging lust, and you hadn't even stopped to consider the consequences--neither had simon. he was pushing in his girthy cock and fucking you deep before you could even think to ask for a condom, and he fucked you so good you didn't stop to care when his cock kissed your cervix and painted your insides.

after that, he didn't even bother offering to wear a condom, after the contraception and disease talk. why lose out on cumming inside? he just had to stuff you full.

sometimes he'd fuck you until you're a babbling mess, cumming hard and deep inside and then continuing to fuck his cum back in you, not letting a single drop escape. on one lucky occasion, he even came again, cock covered in his own essence as he filled you to the brim with his sticky cum.

his desires had escaped him mid session once, lost in your silky depths as he started to babble about how he needed to breed tha' pretty lil cunt and how he wasn't letting you go until he made you leak him down your fuckin' thighs.

and then it became an obsession, despite the low risk and the lack of desire, he seemed almost determined to fuck a baby into you--like he was testing your birth control, filling you up whenever he could. keeping track of your cycle so he could remind you, balls deep in mating press and eyes glued to yours, that it was your most fertile part of your cycle and that your body was just begging for his cum.

sometimes he'd even lose it just a little, chastising you for anything anything that might affect your fertility, anything that could ruin your chances of bearing his child. for a man that doesn't want kids, simon riley took breeding you very seriously.

[softcitrus2345]

And over a month later, here's prompt #17 XD 17. Curse - Hugo receives a curious gift from an unknown source

Seems like he doesn't mind the results of his curiosity, though he's definitely gonna have to cancel classes for the day until he figures out how to get back to normal-

I actually did some research on runes for this prompt, I thought it would be interesting if the "curse" was intended to be a gift for the person receiving it- >;3c

Here are the runes I used for reference ;p (and here's the source I used too)

Now that I finished this huge prompt, hopefully I can get more of them out a bit sooner TTwTT

[hunterfromtheabyss]

yesterdays kinktober. nothing is actually showing so i can probably post it as is

[milkywaydrabbles]

8- Virginity with Alucard x virgin reader, please? I don't know if it has already been ordered. Thank you!

A/N: Tyyy for the req I haven't done this one yet! Got a little carried away with this I think, but very fun to write! Hope you like it! Mwuah

CW: Vriginity loss, pet names, that's it i think lol

Virginity x Alucard

It had been months of soft touches, sweet kisses, and promises of a loving life between you and your newfound love, Adrian Tepes. Meeting him seemed like a dream, the way he would always hold doors open for you, smile at you so lovingly, make sure you were comfortable. You’d open up to him as much as he did to you, learning each others’ deepest intimate secrets. One of which was the admittance of still being a virgin at your age. You were always nervous to divulge that information, feeling men think you prude. You just...hadn’t been interested. And all the men you’ve had the (dis)pleasure of meeting were, well, gross. Which is why when Adrian had asked to court you, you thought it was a joke. You laughed it off, giving him a ‘that’s funny, Adrian!’ before realizing he was being serious. You swore your heart stopped.

The months of courting had been the most perfect months of your life, and you were ready to take it to the next step with him. You wanted him to be your lover. “Adrian..” You found him in the study, looking at him through your lashes, bashful. He smiled that gorgeous smile at you, reaching a hand in your direction that you gladly took, guiding you to the chair next to his. “Yes, my dear? What is it?” So attentive. You steadied yourself before continuing. “I want...I want to make love.” Your red face now matched his, dropping the quill onto the desk. “That’s a big decision, giving me your virginity. Are you sure? We don’t have to discuss this now if you’re uncomfortable.” 

You took his concern as unwillingness, pout on your lips. Did he not want to...? Of course, the past he’s endured of course he wouldn’t want to. You gasped, suddenly feeling guilty. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, I’m sorry! I should have thought first, oh Adrian I’m--” He hushed you, taking both hands in his. “Darling, I’m more than willing to lay with you. Please make no mistake.” God, how can he just say things like that? “I want to make sure this is what you want. That you’re not doing this for me.” You squeezed his hands, “I’m sure, Adrian. I’ve never been more sure.”

So hours later, you’re underneath the Dhampir, writhing in pleasure as he suckles at your clit with a slender finger fucking into your virgin hole. “Haah, fuck. Feels so good, Adrian. B-better than my, aah, fingers” You admit to him, tugging at his hair when he sucks harder. “Hmm, how bold.” He smirks, looking up at you nosing your clit. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” You nod, mouth open and eyes hazy as he slips another finger into your pussy, stretching you out. You looked like a goddess to him, he couldn’t believe you were gifting him something so precious as your virginity. “You’re so tight around my fingers, beloved. Relax, I’ll make you feel good.” You let out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding onto, looking down at him as he continued to lick around your pussy and clit, scissoring his fingers inside of you to help stretch you for what’s to come.  “Let me hear your pretty voice, what do you think of when you finger yourself?” 

You diverted your gaze with flushed cheeks, “I-I think of you t-taking me, aah, in your bed, mmh! In your study, too, on the desk.” He waited, expectantly, working you closer to your high. He could feel it, the way you started clenching on his fingers. “In different positions! Fuck, Adrian I want to try different positions!” You couldn’t help but get louder, the way he fucked into you with his fingers felt so fucking good. You couldn’t continue speaking, only babbling how good he felt before the feeling in your tummy snapped and you came around his fingers, your cunt drooling on his digits. He slowed, letting you ride out your high and seeing that cute little hole spasm around him. “Mmm, we will darling. Later. I want to take you like you deserve right now.” He couldn’t help himself, Alucard scooped up your juices and sucked his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the delicious, sweet taste of your pussy. He could do this for hours, but that would wait too. “Are you okay, sweetheart.” You nodded, blissed out smile plastered on your face. “Mhm, keep going Adrian.” He chuckled at your impatience, “insatiable and you’ve only just gotten a taste. I’ll have my hands full with you.”

Alucard lined his cock at your hole, waiting for your approval to continue, (he thought your neck would snap at how rapidly you were nodding, eager.) “Just breathe, sweetheart, I’ll go slow.” He pushed in, so painfully slow, his breath hitching as you gasped, trying to keep a steady breath. The stretch was uncomfortable, but not painful. He’d stretched you out so nicely with his fingers that it was bearable. He paused, waiting for you to give him the okay. As kind, patient, and caring Alucard was he was losing his mind with how tight you felt around him. So warm, and wet, and eager to swallow him whole. You urged him to continue, and he didn’t take a second thought before pushing in the rest of the way, feeling how you tightened around him just by taking his entire dick. Your back arched, nails digging into his biceps with pleasure. “Adrian, please.” You whined, not sure what you were begging for. He smirked, coming down to cover your body with his and leaning on his forearms, “Whatever you want, darling.” 

Adrian pulled out to the tip, seeing you squirm before shoving his cock back into you, hearing those beautiful cries. His pace quickened, white ring forming around the base of his cock as he continued to fuck into you. Your pretty little cunt felt so good, so good that Alucard doesn’t know how he held out for so long. He feels so grateful to have you, grateful that you trust him enough for this, grateful to be buried balls deep in the tightest, sloppiest little hole. “Doing so good for me, honey, does it feel good?” He borderline teased, Adrian knew what he was doing. You nodded, frantic, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. “Yes! Yes, s’good Adrian, so good!” You babbled on, repeating how good he felt inside of you, how big he felt, to keep going. A hand came down to rub at your clit, helping you get to your second orgasm of the night. You pulled him down by the back of his neck, wanting to kiss him as you came on his cock for the first time. You wanted him to invade all of your senses, the feeling pure euphoria as he squirmed and spasmed around his length, Alucard pounding into you now. You whined into his mouth, bucking your hips through your high. 

He stuttered, pulling out at the last second and spilling himself over your stomach. The two of you stayed still as you caught your breath, Adrian slowly pulling out and moving to get you cleaned up. You stayed in his arms, peppering kisses on his face with a smile. “Thank you Adrian, it felt so good.” He sighed, relishing in your praises. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Another pause.

“Can you...not pull out next time?” You were the absolute death of him.

[cool-thymus]

[kind of got carried away with this prompt... but post war Obito deserves some lovin' right?]

[exfausting]

Late night dinners

[tumbleweed-run]

Touch

(18+, Explicit) Kinktober 2023 Day 11 Sensory Deprivation

You gasped as a cold pair of hands traced down your sides. You relaxed as they continued their path down to your hips. You were currently bound, all four of your limbs tied with silks to the bed posts. There was a matching silk across your eyes, preventing you from seeing as well. 

At least you had a tell as to which man was touching you. Realistically, you probably would have been able to do it even without Astarion’s inhuman chill.

This had been your decision, your request. It had felt only fair given that Gale had so graciously agreed to be in your position not long ago. Of course, the deafening spell Gale had cast on you, leaving you with nothing but the sound of your heartbeat, had been an additional request you’d made. 

Every touch Astarion made to your skin was already magnified tenfold, leaving you squirming both to and away from him. Perhaps more interesting was the fact that Gale wasn’t touching you. You tried to shift around the last leg that had been secured, as it was your last clue as to the wizard’s location. While the binds allowed you some movement it wasn’t enough to actually find him. 

Astarion’s hands were near your knees now, continuing their descent. 

Suddenly, a large, warm hand gripped your chin. It was the brush of Gale’s beard on your skin that caused you to grin. His lips followed not long after, pressing sweet, warm kisses against your lips. You lifted your head slightly chasing after him, attempting to deepen the kiss. He indulged you for a moment before pressing his hand gently against your chest until you relaxed back onto the bed. 

At your ankles, Astarion’s hands pivoted inward and slowly began working their way up.  He seemed determined to touch every inch of you. 

Gale’s hands left you completely, and you found yourself ineffectively trying to track him. Huffing, you once again tried to relax backward. 

There was a slight twitch in Astarion’s touch, you knew well enough that he found your frustration amusing. You set your best pout on your lips and aimed it where you assumed he was. It was at that moment that his hands reached your inner thighs. Another gasp was torn from you as your thighs pulled shut. Firmly, Astarion pushed them open again. 

You had to focus on keeping your thighs open as Astarion continued upward. His hands skated around where you desperately wanted him to touch. Then, almost as an afterthought, he trail one finger between your fold. You whined and arched up, but somehow he managed to avoid touching your clit. His hands smoothly moved to your stomach. 

The bed sunk between your legs and there was a warmth then. Not quite touching, but close enough you could feel. Gale. You sighed happily and tried to move your legs close enough to touch him. His hands found your ankles first and then a brush of his hair, followed again by his lips. Then, as if following Astarion’s lead, he began pressing soft kisses gently up the inside of your legs. 

You couldn’t pick who to focus on. Astarion’s light touches were driving you insane, his hands now just beneath your breasts. Instead of touching them, he skated his thumbs along the underside and then up to your chests. He was leaving gooseflesh in his wake.  Gale’s kisses were firmer, warmer, but he as well wasn’t touching you where you wanted. He was also firmly pressing your legs open keeping you from trying to guide him. 

You moaned when Astarion’s hand found your neck, instinctively tilting your chin up and baring it to him. He wrapped his hand around your throat but just rested it there. At this exact moment, Gale pressed a kiss against your cunt. Gasping you couldn’t help as you arched up. Astarion’s grasp tightened, not enough to choke you but as both a warning and a promise. You whined when he released the hold. 

In a mirror to Gale’s actions, Astarion’s hand grasped your chin followed by his lips. But that was where the similarities ended. Gale’s kisses had been soft and sweet, but Astarion’s were immediately commanding. His tongue wormed in between your lips, and you were ready to meet him. 

Gale’s tongue on the other hand had slipped between your folds and he was lazily lapping at your cunt. His tongue dragged across your clit, and you cried out, head turning away from Astarion. He didn’t allow it for long and pulled you back into the kiss. 

Your ability to focus on just one man was truly torn when Astarion’s hand finally, finally, grasped your breast. His thumb found your nipple immediately. Then in perhaps a serendipitous fluke, they both flicked. Gale, his tongue against your clit, and Astarion’s thumb against your nipple. 

It turned out not to be a fluke, though. They were alarming in sync as they continued their ministrations. Even when Astarion switched to tease your other nipple, Gale seemed to pull back for a breath. The last remaining coherent part of you wanted so badly to hear them. It didn't matter because within seconds you were reduced to a moaning mess. 

It was almost a relief when Astarion’s hands left you. You found it easier to focus on just one of them like this. Gale gently bent your knees out as far as the ties allowed, baring you to him even further. You were so focused on how Gale fucked you with his tongue that you almost missed the shifting of the mattress by your hip. What you didn’t miss was the press of Astarion’s chest over your side. 

You weren’t aware of how loud you yelled when Astarion’s tongue pressed down between your folds, but the feeling in your throat afterward told you it was quite loud. Gale hadn’t left either, only angled his head to the side to allow Astarion better access. Instead, they both licked at your cunt. Occasionally, their tongues would meet in some kind of strange kiss. The sensation, the knowledge, left you delirious with pleasure. You weren’t even aware of your moaning anymore. 

Your orgasm slammed into you with a tidal force. They paid no attention to your spasming and continued to lick you (in tandem) through it. 

Gale was the first one to pull away from your body. Vaguely, your mind conjured an image so familiar to you that your heart panged with the desire to see it. Gale, eyes dark in arousal, with his beard shining with your spend. 

Astarion’s mouth left you, but you felt him as he climbed over your legs to take up the space where Gale had just been. His fingers spread you as he, uncharacteristically gently, resumed lapping at your cunt. 

Your head was gently lifted, and another pillow was slid under it leaving you almost awkwardly propped up. A kiss to your forehead that smelt of both you and Gale followed. 

You were immediately curious when Gale climbed on top of you. His legs were on either side of your chest, knees bumping into your underarms. Even though he was seated on you, he bore a majority of his weight on his own legs. The soft hair on his thighs and legs tickled at your skin. Your arms pulled on the tie with the desire to touch him. 

There was barely time to think when he sat up as his cock brushed against your lips. He was hard and leaking, no doubt leaving a smear of cum against your lips. Surprised and eager your mouth fell open instantly. 

Astarion’s mouth left you, one of his hands sliding in so he could press a finger into your entrance. 

Slowly, Gale pressed his cock into your mouth, and you understood the additional pillow now. He stopped, barely inside your mouth and you could feel his thighs strain against the restraint he was showing. After a few seconds, you realized Gale wanted you to finish pulling him in your mouth. You swallowed him down quickly, quick enough that when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and had to pull off. You were faster than Gale’s conscious and pulled him into your mouth once more, this time more carefully. 

You sucked eagerly and were rewarded with Astarion’s finger matching your pace.

You tried to keep a steady pace, spurred on in part by your reward as Astarion fingered you. But eventually, your neck because protesting each bob and you were forced to slow. 

Astarion shifted, and you groaned, anticipating his touch leaving you. You wondered if he was moving to take Gale’s spot and fuck your throat properly, you found you wanted him to. Surprisingly, it was Gale’s hand that came around the back of your head supporting you further. Then it was Gale’s cock tentatively thrusting into your mouth. 

You moaned around him but forced yourself to relax going boneless under him, acutely aware of how big a deal this was for Gale. As you relaxed, swallowing slightly to encourage him, his thrusts grew bolder. He wasn’t as sure as Astarion and didn’t try to bottom out down your throat, but it was blissful in its own way. You fought to keep your gag reflex down, worried Gale would pull away if you didn’t. Astarion pressed two fingers inside you, now matching Gale’s pace. 

It didn’t last long, but you relished each second. Gale pulled out, and you felt a string of spit trail across your chin. Almost immediately he rained a series of kisses across your face. You smiled, almost anxious to show you’d enjoyed it. 

Curiously he gently placed his hands over your ear, pressing slightly. It was a warning because then sound abruptly returned. You gasped as even the quiet sounds of the bedroom overwhelmed you for a moment. Both men were still, allowing you to adjust to the sudden change. 

“Darling,” Astarion spoke in a hushed tone, mindfully, “I think you might want to be here entirely for this next part.”

“What do you mean?” Your voice was wrecked. 

Gale’s hands slid away from your ears, his time they rested on the edge of the blindfold, waiting. 

“I’m going to let the wizard fuck me,” Astarion said it haughtily, as if bestowing a gift on Gale. 

No one acknowledged that he, in fact, was. 

“Off.” You said instantly and tried to drag your head against the pillow in an effort to remove the blindfold. 

Both men laughed at your impatience. Gale gently removed the blindfold, mindful of your hair that had become tangled. You kept your eyes closed for a moment before slowly blinking them open. The room was thankfully only lit by candles, which were far enough away that they weren’t blinding. Instead, it cast a soft warm glow that your eyes easily adjusted to. 

Both men were naked, which they hadn’t been before the blindfold went on. Idly, you realized you had known this. Still, your mouth watered slightly at the sight as it always did. Surely, if there came a time that you weren’t struck with lust at this sight that there would be something wrong with you. 

“There you are,” Gale said gently, tilting your head towards him. 

There was a question in his eyes which had nothing to do with Astarion. You knew he was still seeking approval for fucking your mouth. You nodded slightly and smiled. 

“Hello,” you said it softly. 

Astarion allowed your moment with grace. Instead choosing to focus on untying the binds from around your ankles. You anticipated Gale doing the same to the ones around your wrists, but he didn’t. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and disappeared towards the end of the bed. Once both your legs were free you drew up your knees a few times to dispel the stiffness that had formed. 

Astarion climbed up over you on all fours. As he leaned up even further, to press a kiss to your lips, Gale climbed up onto the bed as well. You tried to stifle a giggle at just how crowded it had become. Astarion’s face was amused as well when he leaned back from the kiss. He jumped slightly then. 

You looked over his shoulder and found that Gale had placed a hand on the elf’s lower back, his other hand was out of sight. Judging off the look that flashed on Astarion’s face you knew what he was doing. 

“Astarion?” You asked carefully when his eyes slid shut. 

“I’m here, pet,” he reassured softly, “it’s, ah, been some time since I’ve let anyone do this.” 

Your eyes met Gale’s over his shoulder, and he paused, a question he didn’t want to voice. You quickly looked back to Astarion’s face before nodding, Gale began moving again. 

Carefully you drew up your knee and tapped it against Astarion’s side. “Are you using our safeword?” If this conversation had been had, you’d been deaf to it. 

Astarion’s eyes opened. “Darling why would I need-” he cut off abruptly as Gale pulled away from him entirely. 

Astarion growled and looked over his shoulder at Gale, annoyed. “Was that necessary?”

“Yes,” was all Gale said. 

Alright, alright,” Astarion sighed, “Coins it is.”

As Gale, once again, went back to prepping Astarion the elf looked over his shoulder again. “I swear, Gale, if you stop one more time I’m going to pin you to the floor and fuck myself on you.”

Your entire body flushed at the mental image. 

Astarion’s mouth twisted into a wicked grin when he noticed. “Oh darling you like that idea,” he accused. 

You didn’t bother denying it. Once glance at Gale’s slack jaw and glazed eyes told you that he was similarly affected. 

“Well,” Astarion continued, you wondered if he was talking to distract himself, “we will certainly need to add that to a tawdry little to do-” he broke off in a moan, head dropping down. 

Gale lifted his hand from Astarion’s back and held up two fingers. You grinned to yourself. 

Slowly, Astarion began rocking back to meet Gale’s fingers. Your hands itched to go around Astarion. To hold him and keep him grounded in the here and now. You pouted as you pulled against the ties. They’d clearly been left on for a reason. 

“Ah, fuck,” Astarion swore, “is he always this slow about it.”

“Mostly,” you laughed.

“Pleasure is meant to be savored,” Gale tutted from above the two of you. 

Astarion groaned in frustration. You smiled to yourself, knowing the vampire couldn’t see that Gale himself was no doubt frustrated by how slow he was moving. His cock was heavy and leaking freely to the bedding below. But there was one thing about Gale, it's that he would never proceed if he was at all worried about hurting someone he cared about. 

Your laughter escaped as little giggles, and after a moment you felt more than heard Astarion’s amused huffs. Abruptly, a moan was punched from him and his hips snapped backward. He continued moaning and fucking himself backward. 

“Good?” Gale asked. 

“Gale, I am not above begging you to fuck me before one of you dies,” Astarion ground out making it sound more like a threat. 

Gale’s eyes went far away for a moment, but he shook his head and withdrew his fingers. “Maybe some other day,” he said cryptically. 

Astarion took the lack of contact with surprising grace. Surprising, until he sat up slightly and moved to position his cock at your entrance. 

“Oh,” you gasped, realizing what was happening. 

Astarion was quick to slide into you entirely, his impatience betrayed through his actions. You squirmed slightly, adjusting to him. 

It was strange, you could almost feel as Gale pressed into Astarion. Each small slide forward and Astarion moved ever so slightly in you. It was, in fact, a slow process until Gale’s hips were flush against Astarion’s ass. He held still, and you watched his fingertips turn white as he gripped Astarion’s hips. You weren’t sure who he was restraining. 

“For the love of,” Astarion snarled and it was almost like Gale was waiting for him to speak because he began moving finally, effectively silencing the vampire. 

Astarion remained relatively still the only movements inside of you were the after-shocks as Gale gently began fucking him. His patience only lasted so long, though, and eventually began moving. 

It was awkward for less than a beat as both men found a rhythm that worked for them. Once they did Astarion began fucking you earnestly. Immediately you were glad Gale had removed his spell because the sounds of both of them was nearly enough to drive you over the edge. With each thrust from Gale, moans escaped Astarion sounding much like they were being forced out. Gale’s eyes had fallen shut, head tilted back grunting each time he bottomed out. 

Astarion’s hands found your hips and shifted them upwards so his thrusts went impossibly deeper. 

Gale went first a string of incoherent sounds spilling past his lips as he spilled into Astarion. Astarion quickly began fucking himself between the two of you in a way that bordered on frantic. He kept on with this for a moment before his orgasm hit. 

As he came he bit into the flesh just above your breast, fangs piercing the skin. It was enough to send you over the edge, your cunt fluttering around his still-twitching cock. 

Astarion lazily lapped at the blood forming at his bite mark, collapsing forward onto you. It wasn’t in a particularly good spot to bleed. Instead, the blood slowly welled up in the punctures, only to be quickly whisked away by his tongue. 

When your hands fell to the bed, you became aware that Gale had moved and was undoing the ties. You dragged your pins and needles hand up to thread into Astarion’s hair. You kept him against you, encouraging his lazy feeding. As Gale climbed into the bed next to the two of you, you felt a familiar sensation of magic as a spell cleaned you all. 

“Useful,” Astarion approved, lips still against your skin. 

You laughed and let your head fall against Gale as he finally settled, half on the pillows beneath you. 

It was remarkably peaceful, in this afterglow for the three of you. 

[mitchellpete]

Kinktober Day 21 - Deepthroating

pairing: tom “iceman” kazansky x f!reader

cw: deepthroating, blow jobs, face-fucking, cum swallowing, established relationship

word count: 1578

kinktober masterlist here.

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

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It’s a Saturday night. A still fairly early Saturday night, and you’ve got nothing to do. The house had been swept clean hours before, dinner cooked, leftovers stashed away in the fridge, and you’d taken a long, long shower before sprawling out on the sofa next to Tom, who didn’t seem to mind the silence. He relished in it, in fact, his attention fully on the large, thick textbook in his arms. Paying you and your weary expression absolutely no mind.

His impending achievements were important. Understood. He was so close to getting promoted, had been talking about the ceremony, how it would be the first you’d attend by his side. You can’t remember when exactly his studies began to consume him, alienating him from you just the slightest. He’d read during dinner, in bed, during a movie. Jotting down notes, twirling his pen in between his fingers. Always focused, always persistent. 

But that can’t be healthy, right? Being so goddamn focused all the time? 

It is a Saturday night, after all.

“What’ll it take for you to put that textbook down?” you wonder aloud, tossing the remote after flipping through (probably) every channel on the television.

Tom half-glances at you, but resumes his reading almost immediately. “Why?”

You stretch, your mind racing with ideas on how to make him yours tonight. “Hm, I don’t know. You’ve been reading a lot lately.”

“I need to,” he reminds you, voice a little stern. 

Okay. 

“Well. I’m sure you’ve read enough tonight, no?” 

“The more the better.”

Christ. You stare at him, at the focused peak in his eyebrows as his eyes trail left-to-right. A flip of the page, fingers dancing along the edge. You watch them, eyes set on the sparkle of his ring in the dim lighting. A mischievous idea pops into your head, born out of your sudden desire. “What if I blow you?”

Tom does not budge, doesn’t even shift in his seat. His eyes continue scanning his page, though his eyebrow cocks at your outlandish question. “What if?” he mocks.

You internally groan. But you’re still eager. “I bet you’ll put it away once I get my mouth on you,” you sing. 

Tom smirks, always up for a challenge. He still does not glance your way, however, instead flicking his attention to the next page. “If you say so.”

Grinning from ear to ear, you crawl over to him and slide off the couch into the wide space between his legs. Tom’s face still remains locked and focused, even when your grabby hands reach for the waistband of his sweats. You gingerly pull them down, bringing his boxers down with them. 

You’re quick about it when you dip your head down, tongue planting against the soft skin of his cock. It’s fast but gentle, easy. The corner of his lips curls for just a second at the sudden sensation, but he tries to remain unbothered. A challenge for you. 

It starts off languid, short strokes of your tongue up and down his shaft. You let your spit bubble up in between your lips, wet suction noises suddenly filling the room as you slick him up. His cock twitches, growing hard against your tongue. Tom’s lips part, shallow breaths escaping. You glance up, batting your lashes at him for dramatic effect. 

After kissing and sucking against the long vein on his dick, his eyes above you eventually stop trailing left-to-right, instead staying still on one part of the page, and then jumping to another.

“Lost your place?” you mumble, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against the underside of his shaft. 

Tom finally looks at you, eyes flicking down to the sight of your mouth working his now hardened cock. He doesn’t say anything, instead stares at you from under his eyebrows, his gaze almost brooding. You’ve won, and he knows it. 

Still, as stubborn as ever, he clears his throat and attempts to continue. Another page flip directs you; your mouth slides up to wrap around the tip, actually taking him into your mouth. You watch him, watch his shallow breathing turn sharp. He sucks in a breath when you start bobbing your head, fingernails turning red from gripping the textbook so harshly. 

It’s a minute later that he snaps it shut, tosses it aside on the cushion and grumbles something under his breath. You pull off of him momentarily, smiling slyly at him.

Intent on taking him in as deeply as you can, you try your best to relax for the very significant intrusion. Your head dips down again, your mouth enveloping inch by inch until you feel him in your throat. Despite taking him in as much as your mouth allows, there’s still a length of his shaft untouched, and you wrap your hand around where your mouth can’t reach. It’s almost dizzying, taking him in this much. It seems he feels the same, his face contorting in pleasure, fingers drumming against the side of his thigh. Like he’s trying to find use of his now free hands. 

You’ve done this before. Twice, was it? Practice, he’d called it. He’d coaxed you through it the last time, filthy words edging you on as he helped you train your throat. That’s why it’s not as difficult now. And still, your mouth feels stuffed, and it’s already almost like you can’t breathe. You try to stay collected, however, breathing out through your nose. Just little by little. 

After a minute, his fingers slide into your hair. He starts moaning, quiet and breathy from the back of his throat.

In contrast, you start gagging, his cock poking at your uvula. You pull up just a bit to alleviate yourself, his shaft sliding across your tongue. You’ve gotten better at taking him in to that point, but you’re still not entirely used to it. After another minute of swallowing around him, you pull off of him with a staggering gasp for air, chest heaving. The saliva pooled on your lower lip drips, coating your chin. You instinctively reach to wipe at it but Tom cuts you off, his grip on your hair pulling you down again. You nearly yelp when your tongue slaps over his cock once more, and he pops himself back into your mouth with a shallow thrust of his hips. You suck in a breath the best you can before your airway is constricted again. 

There’s nothing gentle about the way he pushes himself inside, eager to press against the back of your throat once more. Your watery eyes dart up to watch him. His lashes flutter, eyes lidding in pleasure. Hisses turn into little whines, which then turn into loud, elongated moans. You mimic him, moaning around him, and he groans as it shakes him. 

Tom continues shallowly thrusting his hips, overtaken by his own desire. The wet heat of your mouth is heavenly. He might just toss the textbook for the entirety of the next week.

The sounds coming out of you are strangled and choked out, his cock way too big to be rutting into your mouth like this. Even at his languid pace, it’s almost all too much. Your hand reaches, fingernails digging into his thigh as a warning, and he pulls you up and off of him again. It’s not at all sexy the way you gasp for air, saliva dripping down your mouth. Tom stares at the sight of your lips, coated and shiny and puffy. 

Out of breath, you’re still determined to make him cum, and you lean down yourself to take him in again—hopefully for the last time before you get him there. Instead of swallowing around him, you opt to actually slide up and down his cock, making use of your tongue. It’s close to numb from the continuous movement but you power through, allowing your mouth to salivate as much as you can to make the process smoother.

With a string of groans, Tom cocks his head and leans in close to watch his cockprint in your throat, how it moves with every shallow thrust of his hips. 

Tears sting your eyes, threatening to spill. You continue to gag and gasp around him, his grip on your hair dependent on the noises. He pulls you up just the slightest the noisier it gets, and then lets you bob your head for a while longer. You get the idea to stroke him where you still can’t reach, and that seems to do it; he cums with a loud groan, head rolling back as his release shoots down your throat. You pull off immediately, urgently in need of air for more than a few seconds at a time. The last of his cum spurts out onto your lips and face. You swallow what he spilled inside you, wiping all the slick off your lips afterwards.

He exhales, swiping a hand through his hair before leaning down and wrapping a much gentler hand around your arm. He pulls you off your knees and onto his lap, where you immediately straddle him. You wrap yourself around him, mouth slotting against his for a kiss. He kisses you deeply, his tongue poking in between your lips, licking into the cave of your mouth. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. 

You’d almost forgotten you were supposed to be catching your breath when you pull away.

You sniff, throat burning. Your voice hoarse, you mumble, “I missed you.”

[feyhunter78]

kinktober request: 2, 12, 22, 24, & 31 with miguel? sorry there’s so many but i just had the idea of a college!au where reader goes to a halloween party and miguel goes, too, because they’re kind of friends (maybe miguel always thought she was cute but then he tutored her for a class and they started to become close as a result?) & he likes her and wants to make sure she’s safe but reader has a mask kink & also has a huge crush on him so she finds it super hard to be around him when he’s wearing his costume and spends most of the night hiding from him & eventually he corners her and finds out why she’s been running & shenanigans ensue 👀

This was such a cute and fun idea!!!! I am making a new rule though, y'all can only request 3 or fewer numbers bc I'm not, and I did not fit all those into a one-shot💀 (I did throw in a hint of breeding kink at the end there for you though nonnie)

Meg's Kinktober - College!Miguel + #12, 18, 24 Mask kink, AU & Costume/Lingerie

You like Miguel, you’ve always liked Miguel, since the day your chemistry professor suggested Miguel tutor you. Dr. Alice was a romantic at heart, you swear, or maybe she saw you staring dreamily at the back of Miguel’s head instead of paying attention to her lectures. Either way, your grades improved, but your hopeless crush on Miguel did not.

You can’t say you regret coming to your best friend’s boyfriend’s roommate’s costume party, but you don’t not regret it. You’re having a fun time, you look hot, the music surprisingly doesn’t suck, there are snacks, and the drinks don’t have an overwhelming taste of alcohol that chokes you with every sip. But Miguel is here. You didn’t even know he knew Josh, and yet there he was, dressed as Spiderman. The mask attached to his costume is off at the moment, hanging from the back of his neck, which gives you at least a bit of relief.

He spots you, smiles and waves, making his way over to you. You hold your red solo cup tighter, painting on a smile and preparing yourself for Miguel to tower over you as he talks about something…usually you lose track of what he’s saying and just stare into his eyes.

“Y/N, nice costume, sexy vampire, a classic.” His eyes drag up your figure in a way that surprisingly doesn’t feel gross? It’s like he’s admiring you, not sizing you up or undressing you with his eyes.

“You know me, I love a classic costume.” Also, it was cheap and easy, your favorite kind of costume.

“Classic costume for a classic lady, I like it.” He says. His hands are covered by his costume, it’s a bodysuit, you can tell that now, see every outline of his abs and biceps. You dare not trail your eyes lower, already feeling your face heat up.

“And you went for Spiderman, like every other guy at this party.” You say, taking a sip of your drink for courage.

He smiles sheepishly. “Guess the movie was pretty popular.”

“Guess so.” You echo, wishing your best friend would come and drag you away before you burst into flames.

“Wait, you haven’t even seen the full thing yet.” He smiles, it’s charming, excited, devastatingly handsome, then he pulls the mask over his face.

You freeze, staring up at him, trying to swallow, but your throat is as dry as the Sahara. Taking a long swig of your drink, you clear your throat and nod. “Looks great, I like it.”

“It’s pretty cool, huh?” Miguel asks, flexing and posing in a bunch of obnoxious ways that make you laugh to keep him from noticing how your eyes follow the lines of his muscles hungrily.

“I—I have to go find my friend; I’ll see you later, Miguel.” You tell him, before dashing off, frantically searching for your best friend, so you can scream about how hot Miguel is, and how you’re going to die if you don’t leave right now.

You finally find her, and she calms you down, gets you another drink, ropes you into playing some random drinking game, sufficiently distracts you until she’s pulled away by her boyfriend. Then you’re alone, acting like a crazy person, dodging Miguel, hiding from him, and flat out acting like you don’t hear him calling your name.

It’s after you come out of the bathroom—all the drinks and snacks really ate at your dark lipstick—that he finds you.

The hallway is dark, a small nightlight at the end, multicolored lights from the party at the other. It’s quieter here, the music a bit muffled, no one screaming or talking.

“Found you.” He says that stupid mask still on, his arms caging you in, your back to the wall.

“Hey Miguel.” You say awkwardly, smiling up at him as you try to figure out a way to escape him.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, cariño, thought you might’ve gone home.”

You shake your head. “Me? No, I’m a certified party girl.”

You can’t see his face, but you know he’s giving you that look, the one that means he knows you’re lying.

“So why haven’t I seen you around then?” He asks, his voice has a slight rasp to it, you assume from yelling over the music to be heard.

“I’ve just been busy, visiting with other people.”

He dips his head down. “Too busy for me? I’m hurt.”

You roll your eyes. “Okay, Mr. Popular, I’m sure you were standing in the corner all by your lonesome because you couldn’t find me.”

“All the corners were taken, too many people making out.” He says flippantly, humor coloring his tone.

“That’s too bad, I was meaning to go stand in one like a creep later.” You joke, relaxing slightly when Miguel lets one arm drop from the wall to adjust his mask.

“We could share one?” Miguel offers.

“Then we’d have to make out. Come on Miguel, it’s like a rule, and I don’t think either of us want to do tha—”

Miguel’s free hand tilting your chin up stops you.

You look at his eyes, or where his eyes should be, behind the mask. “Miguel?”

“Who said I didn’t want to kiss you?” He says, voice low, soft, heated.

It sends a shiver down your spine, heat pulsing down to your core, and you blink owlishly at him. “Oh, I just thought, um…”

He pushes the mask up, only enough to expose the lower half of his face, and leans further down ghosting his lips over yours. “You just thought what? That I wouldn’t want to kiss you, that I don’t dream of hearing my name fall from your lips as I feel every inch of you with my hands, with my tongue if I’m lucky?”

He looks so good, the red of his mask highlighting the vibrancy of his tanned skin, his muscles so clearly defined by the skintight fabric.

“No, I didn’t think you did.” You admit breathlessly, tilting your head even further up to meet his lips.

It’s an explosion, a dance, a drug, and you want more. You loop your arms around his neck and pull him closer.

Miguel responds in kind, his large hands grabbing your thighs and hoisting you up, foot nudging the bathroom door open.

It’s even quieter in here, and you can hear the sound of the lock being turned, before Miguel’s lips descend down your neck. He sets you on the sink, cool marble against your skin, one hand groping your breasts, the other slipping between your legs to toy with your clit, his teeth nipping at your throat.

“I thought I was the vampire.” You joke weakly, eyes fluttering shut when Miguel yanks your legs further apart, slotting himself between them, his cock hard against you.

“You can be whatever you want as long as I can be inside you.” He groans, his skilled fingers tugging at your nipples, twisting, plucking, brushing until you’re squirming against him.

“Okay, okay, yeah, fuck me, please Miguel.” You say, your hands anchoring themselves on his suit, fingers digging into the stretchy material.

He moves to rip off his mask, but you stop him.

“Leave it on.” You tell him quietly, core throbbing as he watches you, a smile toying at his lips.

Finally, he laughs and tugs the mask back in place. “Full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Oh, is now not the right time to reveal I’m actually a chemistry genius?” You’re trying to be funny, trying to tease him, but it’s hard when the sound of his zipper is accompanied by a low groan and the feeling of his cock sliding past your entrance.

“You’re a genius chemist?” Miguel asks, his tone far more joking than yours as he slides fully in, his free hand on your lower back pushing you closer to him, ensuring you take every inch.

“Yeah, won prizes and everything.” You say, gasping when the tip of his cock brushes against your sensitive spot, your walls fluttering around him.

“Smart girl.” He says, before he pulls out and slams back in, wrapping your legs around his back, and slotting his lips against your own.

You melt into him, letting him fuck you rapid fire, thick cock dragging against your walls, tip bullying your sensitive spot, his tongue searching every inch of you, as his hands hold you in place.

“You’re so pretty, y/n, I’ve wanted this for so long.” Miguel’s voice is low, words breathed against your lips, moaned into your mouth. “Wanted to take you in the fucking lab, in your apartment, in the library.”

“The library?” You’re half horrified, half intrigued.

He shifts his hips, pushing you further against the mirror, his fingers back on your clit making you see stars. “Yeah, wanted to bend you over the table in the study rooms, keep my hand over your mouth so no one hears you. Maybe make you try some calculations with me between your legs, tongue stuffed in that pretty pussy of yours while you try to keep a straight face. Don’t want anyone to walk in on us, right?”

You moan at the images he’s placing in your mind, the adrenaline of keeping quiet, of biting your lip while Miguel eats you out like a five-course meal, rushing through your veins. “No, no, don’t want anyone to walk in.”

Miguel chuckles against your lips. “No, you’re too much of a goody two shoes for that, huh? My good little girl, letting me fuck you in the bathroom. Gonna let me eat you out? Finger you during lab while the TA’s not looking?”

“That would be so unsanitary.” You tell him, hips moving in time with his, chest heaving as the coil within you winds tighter and tighter, your skin scattered with pleasure, your mind turning to mush when Miguel bites down on your pulse point.

“You’re right, plus I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that, I want to be the only one seeing how pretty you look before you come, only one getting to hear you moan for me.” Miguel says all this so easily, not even breaking his stride as his hand shoots out, slams against the mirror, giving himself stability to piston into you.

You cling to him, head tucked into the crook of his neck, moaning and mewling for him, his name a constant chant on your lips.

“That’s it cariño, come for me, scream my name, let this whole party know who’s fucking you.” He urges, a renewed fervor in his thrusts in the way his lips attach to your neck, marking it with dark hickeys.

And you do, you finish hard, screaming his name, the sound barely muffled by his neck. Miguel finishes afterwards, pulling out and stroking himself, cum splattering in the sink. He turns the facet on quickly, and you make a face.

“You’d rather that go in you?” He asks, free hand pulling off the mask, his eyes searching yours.

You slide off the sink, legs wobbly, your hand shooting out to grab Miguel’s bicep for support. “Maybe.”

His eyes darken and he turns off the faucet. “Yeah? You up for a round two?”

Kinktober masterlist

Miguel TL: @miggyoharaswife, @badbishsblog, @imisshim2much, @wanderlustingcastaway, @lynn-9703, @sleepyamaya, @erensbbg, @sweetea85, @ilovemiguelohara, @natthernandez, @stxrrielle, @ihateuguys, @jenniferdixon05207, @blep-23, @minimari415, @emerald-09, @violet-19999, @kenchosaikuo, @groovycass, @youcantseem3, @lovefks, @nightshxdex, @dusstory, @munsonssecretblog, @kirke-is-my-name, @starbearieee, @chatoicboy, @needsleep3000, @witchy-lizard, @cxmeiloorun7, @justrandomlolidk, @chimpkinnuggies, @alicefallsintotherabbithole, @loser-alert, @wwwellacom, @ryantryan6969, @lollipopin, @youcantseem3, @a-cult-leader, @verexi, @purpleskiesandroses, @they2luv1naia, @sophiaj650, @idolautism, @rheannajrs, @merakiq, @rexs-wife, @sukaretto-n, @twilight-loveer, @f1shb0nez, @callsign-blue, @marcelineormars

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 10 - Fucking Machine

Poly 141 - 0.6k (on ao3)

summary: Johnny spends his afternoon entertaining his teammates. (Johnny POV)

cw: public sex? kinda? soap is getting fucked and being watched, trans ftm soap, veryyy light degradation (literally like two lines)

Johnny can’t help but cry out when the dildo hammering into his cunt speeds up, shoots the nastiest glare he can at Gaz as the other man backs away with a grin.

Johnny’s stuck tied over the common area’s coffee table, wrists and ankles tied to each leg with his back pressed flat to the glass. His cunt squelches obscenely as the machine lined up in front of him continues it's merciless pace, his slick dripping down his crack and leaving him in a pile of his own wetness.

“Don’t pout, MacTavish,” Gaz laughs, falling back into his seat and popping open a beer. “You agreed to be our weekend entertainment, and you’re at your most entertaining when you come. It’s your own fault, really.”

Johnny snarls, tries instinctively to lunge at his fellow Sergeant with teeth bared, then falling limp again as the dildo freezes buried inside of him, vibrating in long pulses right against his clit. “You- you fucking asshole-”

“Watch it,” Price comments, voice lazily like he couldn’t care less whether or not Johnny obeyed. “That’s twenty more minutes, Johnny. You know you’re not allowed to swear.”

Johnny throws his head back on the table with a shout as the thick dildo starts to fuck him again, his hips desperately grinding to try and get the delicious sensation back against his cock. “Not- not fair,” he manages to pant out.

“Nobody said we’d be fair,” Ghost scoffs from his own armchair, lighting a cigarette. “We said we’d entertain ourselves, and you’re damn entertaining when you start your wailin’, Johnny.”

He almost does just that, manages to clench his teeth and whine instead, eyes squeezed shut as he gets closer and closer to the edge. His hips hump and grind in earnest, his only instinct to get that final push and come.

“Almost there, Johnny,” Gaz says, leaning forward to lean his elbows on his knees and craning his head to watch Soap’s pussy. His back arches high off the table to try and push his cunt closer to the machine, sweat making his shoulder blades slide against the glass tabletop.

Finally, the dildo does another round of vibrations, buries itself as deep into Soap as it can get and vibrates right against his cock.

He does wail now, arches his back high off the table as he comes. If the fake cock weren’t forced into his cunt it would have gone flying across the room with how hard Soap squeezes down on it, his tight grip making the intrusion all the more pleasurable. He faintly registers a splashing sound, recognizes somewhere in the back of his mind that he’s squirting as his eyes white out from the direct pressure on his g-spot.

“There ya go!” Gaz cheers. “There’s the entertainment we were promised!”

Price laughs from the other side of the table, full and loud. “Nothin’ quite like watchin’ a true slut lose himself on a fucking machine. They all scream and cry like you’re killing ‘em, meanwhile they'll beg you for more when they’re done.”

Soap keens high in his throat at that, lets his body fall limp as the machine starts fucking him again. It’s too much now, too harsh in his swollen and sensitive cunt. He tries to blink his eyes open, gives up on the third try and goes back to trying to squirm away from his fucking.

He already knows it’s going to be a long afternoon.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Twice bitten

Why is my dream to be a housewife? I’m handy okay I have a wild amount of skills I swear I’d be an amazing housewife

Pairing: Buck x Eddie x reader

Word count: ….s’all in da notes app. But I did it okay 🥹🥹🥹 I wrote a longer one it’s a miracle

Notes: I didn’t realize how desperate I was for these two until I tried finding fics for them. Whoever writes them I love you, thank you. Ps, I don’t edit shit I’m sorry

⭐️Day 16: Double Penetration⭐️

It was normal on certain days of the week for Buck to rush home, the guys teased him for it but he just laughed it off claiming he was excited to just pass out after the long day they’d had.

It was normal for Eddie to crash at Bucks place on certain days.

Why no one noticed these days coincided with each other neither man was sure, but they sure as hell weren’t going to point it out.

Everyone knew you were Bucks longtime girlfriend, you’d met after the neighbors in your apartment burnt down their own home and half of yours. There was nowhere to go that night as you sat in the back of an ambulance, an oxygen mask over your face. Buck approached you first after the fire was out, he had been watching you for a little bit and you hadn’t moved in the last 45 minutes. He looked around, uneasy at first because he knew this was stupid. But you just looked so helpless… and your house had literally just burnt down.

“I uh- I promise I’m not a serial killer” Buck joked as he approached you, you looked at him- your eyes red-rimmed and puffy.

“Okay? Cool?” Your voice was a bit hoarse from the smoke, and Buck inwardly cursed himself. That was weird as hell

“I just- you- you don’t have anywhere to go and okay I know this is weird and my boss would kill me for this… but I have a bed! And oh my god that’s not what I mean I swear it’s just-“

“Are you asking me to stay at your place?” You look up at him and his heart breaks all over again for you.

“Yeah I am” he sighs quietly “I have an overnight shift tonight and won’t be home. So, I can take you there. I’ll just say I need to change or something, just. Consider it? Please?” He handed you a piece of paper with his number on it and the rest was history. Buck could remember the night Bobby had found out he’d done that for you, he was on dish duty for two months after that.

Four months after the fire, you still hadn’t found a place to live. It was weird at first, Buck gave up almost everything for your own comfort, often crashing on a coworkers couch. But one night he came home, and you’d made dinner for him as a surprise. The moment he walked through the door you knew something was off, he let his bag fall to the floor as he kicked off his shoes and went straight to his bed, crashing on it and putting a pillow over his head.

“Buck?” You asked softly, but he continued to ignore you. You sat at the edge of the bed and lifted the pillow a bit.

“Evan?” You whispered, and he reached out, pulling you down with him and nuzzling his face in your neck.

That was the night you and Buck had gotten together.

Two months after that, Eddie showed up at the apartment to drop something off and found you there, he knew Buck was seeing someone but he didn’t know it was you he was seeing. The conversation was light and awkward but very flirty and you found yourself comfortable around him immediately. He came around more often for “just hanging out” purposes but Buck knew there was an ulterior motive.

“Do you like my girlfriend?”

Buck cornered Eddie behind the fire truck one day as they were taking a breather, getting drinks from a corner store.

“I’m sorry, what??” Eddie wiped his mouth as he nearly spit his drink out, he coughed a couple times and looked up at him “Do I like who?!”

Buck crossed his arms over his chest “My girlfriend. Y/N? Do you like her?”

Eddie’s cheeks reddened as he tried to hide it behind the bottle. He shook his head as he took another sip. “ I mean- I- she’s cool yeah I like her she’s a nice girl!”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking you” Buck rolled his eyes.

Eddie sighed as he leaned against the truck, he looked down at his hands for a moment “Yeah” he said softly “Yeah I like her”

“So just tell her”

That night Eddie came over to Bucks house and asked you to be his girlfriend too. Buck had been suspicious for a little while before he started asking you questions and the truth came out. You did like Buck… but you just happened to also like Eddie. The immense guilt you’d been feeling went away very quickly when Buck laid back on his bed, his hands behind his head

“Yeah he’s kinda hot isn’t he”

you both laughed as you laid your head on his chest and just talked about Eddie, like two school girls with a secret crush. That was also the night Buck and Eddie decided it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing if they both found each other attractive.

This brought all three of you to today. Buck got home first, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in months, he was stuck at work and then crashing at Eddie’s place for the last six days in a row.

“I missed you so much pretty girl” he breathed against your neck as he kissed it, inhaling your sweet perfume.

“I missed you too babe” you laughed as he pushed you against the counter and lifted you onto it.

“My gorgeous sweet toy” He whispers. His hands slide up your side and go to take off your shirt when the door starts to unlock. Eddie walks in, looking equally as exhausted. He slowly puts his keys into his pocket as he raises an eyebrow.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks as he sets his bag down by Bucks, and leans against the closed door

“Not if you wanted to join us.” Bucks eyes sparkle as he smiles widely. Your mouth drops as Eddie shakes his head chuckling. He removes his jacket and sets it on the hook.

“You sure she’s ready for that?” He walks over and gently turns your head to him, giving you a dizzying kiss. Buck and Eddie had been toying with the idea of talking to you about sleeping with the both of them together. It had just been taking turns or one of them watching the other with you, never all three of you at once.

“Yeah I think she might be” He starts kissing your neck again, easing your shirt over your head.

“R-ready for what?” You ask as Eddie keeps kissing you. You feel Bucks hands slide between your thighs as he leaves kisses down your neck.

“We were wondering, if you’d be up for having us both.” Eddie asks as he pulls away for a minute, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes.

“You can definitely say no and if you say yes you can absolutely use your safe word.” Buck says as he pulls away as well.

“What do you mean by ‘having you both?’” You ask as Eddie picks you up and takes you over to Bucks bed. Buck pulls off shirt as he follows and as soon as Eddie sets you down he eases you onto your back, pulling off your bra and sucking your nipple into his mouth. His hand comes up and massages your other breast as he moans softly.

“We both want to be inside you, Y/N” Eddie says as he pulls off his shirt and starts kissing you, he picks you up and puts you on top of Buck, Buck goes to your other nipple, biting and sucking at it. You moan as you tangle your fingers in Bucks hair, pulling his face up to make out with him. You lightly grind against him and Eddie smirks as he watches your body. He pulls your shorts down and leans forward, giving your cotton panties a sweet kiss.

“What do you think Y/N?” Buck asks between kisses. You reach down and unbutton his pants and Eddie helps pull them off.

“We won’t be upset if you say no, you have full control baby.” Eddie reassures you as he starts to rubs your clit through your underwear. Your hips stutter as you grind against his hand and Bucks cock through his boxers.

“Y-yeah I want to try it.” You pant as Eddie pulls your panties to the side and easily slips his fingers in your soaked cunt.

“Fuck I’m into you” Buck laughs breathlessly as you agree to it. Eddie pulls off his pants and grabs your hips, pulling you a bit closer to him. He pulls his fingers out and you whine, angling your hips towards him.

“Shhhh mi vida it’s okay” He starts to grind his cock against your ass, pushing you against Buck. Buck groans loudly as he starts to grind back. Your gasps and moans come sharper from the pressure of both of them.

Eddie finally pulls off your panties, and your legs start shaking a bit. He chuckles and helps Buck pull off his boxers.

“You ready for this pretty girl?” Buck asks as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you softly. Eddie reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a small bottle of lube and puts some in his hand, stroking his cock and then rubbing it between your ass. This wasn’t the first time you’d done anal but it sure was the first time with the two of them. He reaches down and lifts your hips a little grabbing Bucks cock and coating it too.

“I-I’m ready” you’re a bit nervous, Eddie rubs your back lovingly.

“Remember you can stop us if you need to but we know you can take it.” Eddie lines Buck up first and he pushes into you easily, your eyes roll back in your head as you moan together, Buck can’t help the way he pumps into you immediately. Eddie chuckles and holds his hips

“You’re both so eager”

He teases your tight hole with his cock a bit and you gulp, you angle your hips a bit and bury your head in Bucks neck. He chuckles and reaches his hands down, spreading your cheeks open for Eddie.

Eddie taps your hole again and pushes in slowly. Your body jerks a bit as he fills you, he pours a bit more lube on his cock and pushes in more. You hold onto Bucks body tightly as they both fill you, your cunt squeezes tightly around Buck and he groans, fighting to keep his hips down for you. Eddie throws his head back as he moans loudly, his grip on your hips tighter and bruising.

“Fuck that’s good, fuck” he leans forward with his head on your back as he waits for you to adjust. Your body is trembling as you lay between the two of them, filled to the brim and trying to adjust to being completely filled.

“Oh my god” your voice is high pitched as Bucks hips snap and he finally loses it, thrusting into you and holding onto Eddie’s arms above you. Eddie groans as he starts thrusting too and you feel like you’re being torn apart in the best way possible. They take turns thrusting in and out of you as you cling to Buck, gasping and crying out their names.

“Ah ah fuck Y/N shit you’re so tight” Bucks mouth covers your moans as he kisses you, it’s messy with the way they’re both pumping in and out of you but it feels good. Eddie wraps his hand around your hair and tugs it back gently, pulling you up to him and starts kissing your neck, his hands slide up your sides and cup your tits as they bounce in his hands, he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit.

“Fuck you better cum pretty girl, make a mess in Bucks lap.”

You lay your head on his shoulder, whimpering and whining as Buck grabs your hips now slamming you down on them. You scream their names, babbling incoherently as you cum all over their cocks. Bucks mouth drops in awe as he watches you squirting all over them both. Your body jerks as Buck holds you down on their cocks, they both hold onto you tightly as they come together inside you. Bucks hips stutter as he pushes his cum deep inside you. Eddie pushes his cock in to the hilt and squeezes your tits, pushing every last drop inside you. He pulls out and lets you fall forward into Bucks chest, his cum drips down your pussy and over Bucks balls.

“Fucking hell man” Eddie laughs as he pants, he turns to Buck and grabs his face, kissing him softly. “You both did amazing. Especially you mi amour” he reaches for you and Buck pulls out, handing you over. Your body is shocked and exhausted as you cuddle between the two of them.

“Promise me we’ll do that again when I can feel my body again?” You ask sleepy and both Buck and Eddie chuckle as they kiss your cheeks.

“Yeah we promise we can do that again.”

[lazycranberrydoodles]

“Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die—die, sweetly die—into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”

doodle of laura from carmilla (1872) because it is october!!!

[milkywaydrabbles]

Heyyy I'm enamoured by your writing style and loved your recent posts <3

So I wanted to ask for the kinktober 16/17 with Gojo? Maybe with a curse reader he spared? 🫡

A/N: Does this make sense not really but I actually LOVED it. So I hope you like it too. Gojo is a loverboy through and through I refuse to believe otherwise. ANYWAYS here it is mwuah

Size difference/Orgasm denial x Gojo Satoru

Gojo Satoru was the strongest.

He didn’t need help, he was at the top of the chain.

And yet, here he was crumbling just by looking at you. You, who threw yourself in front of what he then found out was your brother ( another death painting, one who had already tried to kill him) silently pleading to leave him alone, let him live. You, who he spared from the atrocities he could commit to curses with the sheer pressure of his infinity alone, you’d all seen what he did to Hanami. 

You, who he found himself thinking of when trapped in the prison realm, how small and frail you really did look in comparison to the rest of them, and yet the fury your eyes held left him shaken. How can someone--how can a curse make him break like this? He could have crushed you under his thumb, and he didn’t. He’s getting soft, weak, he thinks. 

And when he’s out of the prison realm? The first one he seeks out is you. Before anyone else even knows he’s out and well, he finds you. Separated from your brother, Choso, who is now fighting for their very cause he tried to destroy.  He finds you, before anyone else. You stand before Gojo, a bit shaken up, ready to plead your case, to beg him to listen, to have him understand that you and your brother were just misguided, and that you understood now, and that you would fight with him. 

But instead, he simply walked to you, looming over your small and dainty frame, wiping some muck off your face and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You were so small, he thought, yet with a fire in your eyes he could never shake. You started to speak, apologizing for what you’d done, apologizing on behalf of Choso, hands shaking out of fear and something else, clutching onto his shirt. He cupped your hand in his face, so delicate, like you would crumble in his arms if he moved too fast; if he held on too tight. “I forgive you.” He whispered, pressing his lips to yours, leaning down even when you’re on your toes to meet his kiss. So small. So frail. He needed to protect you, a curse. It was sick, he thought, how the one who plagued his mind is the one he vowed to destroy. 

“Gojo,” you started, gasping in between kisses. “We need to get back, w-we need to--help them, the o-others--” You were overwhelmed with him, with Gojo Satoru, but not in the way he overwhelmed everyone else. He was still so delicate with you, yet taking over all of your senses.  It took you this long to realize he turned off his infinity, for you--to kiss you, to hold you, to pull you closer into his much larger body. You tried again. “Gojo--”

“Baby,” Your heart was in your throat at the term of endearment. “We will. Promise.” He spoke in between kisses, trailing from your mouth to your cheeks, down your jaw to your throat. “Just let me have this, please. Can’t stop thinking about you.” Your head was spinning, dizzy at the thought of the Gojo Satoru thought of you, even in his capture, that he found you first. Gojo hoisted you up on his hips, your breathing hitched as you wrapped your legs around him. “You’re so small,” He started, carrying you with ease to an untouched and unbroken bench. “You could get so hurt, so tiny.” He mumbled against your skin, leaving fire in the wake where his fingertips grabbed at you. “I can fight,” you argued, knowing he’s seen you and your cursed energy already. Knowing that you can kill, seeing it firsthand. “Mm, I know baby,” heart squeezing in your chest again. “But I need to protect you, look at you,” Suddenly your world is flipped, Gojo looming over you broad shoulders and strong biceps flexing. The blue irises practically glowed while he devoured you with his eyes. “So small underneath me, can’t defend yourself from me--how can you fight without me?” 

You didn’t know what he was saying, and Gojo wasn’t sure he knew either. But you plagued his mind for however long he was in that prison, and you were feeling incredibly small under his gaze. “Go--” “Satoru. Please.” You gulped, looking anywhere but his face. “Sa--Satoru...” You didn’t know why you said his name, you didn’t know what you wanted to say. But being underneath him felt right, somehow, like he spared you and your brother because he knew he’d want you, because he knew you’d want him. Gojo lowered himself, hands playing at the hem of your pants, nuzzling your throat. “What do you need, angel? Anything, I’ll give you anything.” Gojo Satoru, the strong, begging you. Your head was swimming.

“Satoru, I need you to protect me..When we fight, please..” You hiccupped, feeling entirely too overwhelmed with everything. “Please protect me.”

Gojo snapped, capturing your lips in a heated kiss again, urging you to at the bare minimum take your shoes off so he can properly yank the clothes from your legs. They were barely off, but enough for one leg of your pants and underwear to be removed, lifting your leg as he mouthed at your throat again. “I’ll protect you, I promise.” He growled into your skin, free hand pushing your shirt up to expose skin that he immediately latched on you, trailing kissing and bites down your stomach until he got to your thighs, hitched leg above his shoulder as he left your inner thighs covered in kisses and love bites of his affection. He palmed at your cunt, hand covering you fully, fingers measuring up on your stomach. “Look at this, baby, look how deep I’ll be.” He mumbled, letting you look for just a moment before pushing two of his fingers slowly into your wet heat. You gasped, heading reeling. You’d never felt something like this before, something so foreign and yet so fucking pleasurable it had you moaning in an instant. Gojo pumped his fingers in and out, seeing you gush and squirm underneath him, strong arm steadying you. 

“Fuck, have to protect my tiny baby.” He babbled, your small hand wrapping itself onto his forearm, not even close to wrapping your fingers around his arm. His pace was unbearably slow, teasing and taunting with each thrust. “S-Saatoruu, please, keep going.” You huffed, bucking your hips into his fingers until his other hand pushed your hips down onto the bench. He shook his head, curling his fingers in you enough to have you whimpering again, not enough to throw you over the edge. “This isn’t how I want you, this isn’t how I want to make you cum.” He spoke with such conviction it raised your hairs on the back of your neck. Like he was promising you the world later.  “Just wanna feel you on me.” He whispered, removing his fingers and sucking them, moaning at the taste you left behind. Gojo pushed down his pants enough to release his cock, leaning over to smother you in kisses again. He mouthed at your neck, at your throat, feeling you swallow hard with anticipation. “Don’t be scared, pretty.” He whispered against your skin, sizing up his cock against your tummy. He was so much bigger than you, he was sure it would feel like he was in your throat when he fucked you. 

With a slow push in, your pussy parted and swallowed him, feeling tight and hot around him. You gasped, clawing at his shoulders as he pushed in inch by inch, feeling neverending. “Satoruu” you whined, seeing and feeling nothing but him. Gojo leaned back, pushing his hips up into your guts, seeing the bulge on your tummy of where his cock hit. “Y’see that, baby? See how deep I am? Big cock filling you up.” His pupils dilated, focused on the way the bulge shrunk and expanded with each thrust. Your hands grasped at him again, distracting him enough to look up at you, your eyes teary with pleasure. But it wasn’t enough. “Satoru, need more,  please.” You begged, and he shook his head again. “Not now, baby, just wanna feel you remember?” He reminded, and you were losing your mind. “Don’t whine, angel, I’ll give it to you real good after I win, ‘kay?” He quickened his pace, just a little, edging himself just as much as he was you. But he knew he could hold out longer than you could. He had to. “Pussy s’tight, baby...splitting you open” He murmured, looking at the juncture when your hips met, seeing how your pussy lips wrapped around his huge cock and took him in. Without thinking, his hand trailed up your body, palming at your chest--he was enamored with the way his hand could easy cover you. It continued its way up, wrapping his fingers around your throat. You gasped, feeling his grip tighten, taking a hold on the edges of your neck. Your eyes rolled, your own hands covering his and gripping at his wrist. You couldn’t push him away if you tried--even if you really wanted to. 

How could he let you go on your own when you were so small?

“Could break you in half,” he whispered, tightening his fingers a bit more, before relaxing and just leaving his hand there as a necklace. “Anyone could, can’t let you outta my sight.” You were so close, and any time he felt you tighten too much he’d slow down, fucking you slow to keep the pressure and the band never snapping. Tears flowed freely from your eyes, and Gojo leaned down to kiss at the salty drops as they fell. “So mean.” You complained. “Sorry, baby, feels so good.” He pulled out fully, and you cried--leaving you so empty after filling you up so full in your belly. “We gotta go, angel--promise I’ll give it to you just how you want it. Remember? After I win.”

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 24: Sex Toys

After you taught James how to use the app, there was no turning back. Whenever you went out he would ask you to use it, he loved having control over your pleasure and what better way to do it than with that small but powerful vibrator you had received as a joke from a friend.

At first you didn't think he would have such an overreaction, but you guessed that the idea of being able to provoke you at every step was too tempting for him. He always begged you to use it at the most inopportune moments, they had already gotten into a lot of trouble for being too playful, of course he didn't give a shit.

You were sure you two would end up fucking in one of Lars' rooms, he had invited you to a small party with friends promising a barbecue and beer, you knew from James' wide grin that he would make you use the vibrator, the naughty gleam in his eyes only confirmed it.

"I'll use it if you know how to behave, I don't want to make a scene in front of everyone" you reprimand him crossing your arms to look stern, however he smiles mischievously, oh, it's going to be a long day but you can't help but be a little excited about it.

Most of the party goes by without incident which is rare, by this point he would have your legs shaking from the over stimulation of your pussy. You shrug it off and continue chatting with your friends; you shouldn't have let your guard down. The intermittent vibration inside you made you gasp obscenely, your knees buckled almost making you lose your balance, the curious looks you received made you laugh nervously.

You looked for James with your eyes and found him in a secluded corner looking at his phone, he winked at you and continued as if nothing had happened. You continued with your conversation, but again, the delicious massage to your inner walls resumed, you clenched your teeth to contain a moan and decided to take a seat, some of your acquaintances wanted to make sure you were okay but you dismissed them claiming a simple pain in the leg. The waves were present again and you clenched your legs, bit your lip and covered your eyes to contain yourself.

You saw James smile in delight at your reaction so you approached him with determination, pulled his hand and led him into the house, several pairs of eyes following you and making jokes about how he was in trouble.

"All in order honey?" you glared at him and pulled him into one of the nearby rooms, he seemed amused with the situation, well, it was time to end the games.

"I told you to behave" You walk dangerously towards him, he frowns and as he backs away he stumbles and falls over a small couch. You sit on one of his legs, your wetness seeping through your panties and staining his pants, maybe it was a good thing you decided to wear a dress. "You like playing with me, don't you baby? Well now it's my turn" You take his phone out of his pocket and turn on the lush again, letting it vibrate gently as you begin to rock on his thigh.

His hands try to hold your waist but you push them away before he does, he pouts in annoyance, he's a brat. You grind on his leg, your swollen folds dripping while the vibrator massages your sweet spot, you moan and roll your eyes, he's enthralled by how hot you look riding him like that.

He wiggles his pelvis trying to get your attention on his bulge, that only gets you to mock him, you run a hand through his hair and grab it to pull it, he whimpers in surprise.

"I don't think you deserve my touch, not now , at least, so stay still and let me cum" You give him a small pat on his cheek and hold his hands to prevent him from having any contact. James doesn't accept it, not when he can feel your hole contracting, he releases his grip and lifting the leg you are straddling, makes you fall onto his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist, trapping your wrists in the process.

"It's my game precious, so it's my rules" You squirm in his grip and try to protest but a squeal interrupts you, his fingers push inside you along with the vibrator, your walls stretch with each thrust of his thick fingers, gasp against his chest and move your hips to make him go deeper, you will let him win this time but only because he is making you feel amazing.

You brush his erection with your thigh as he fingers you, he hisses at the contact and pushes his hips towards you, his fingers slide out of you, you look at him with annoyance but he erases that expression from your face with a kiss, a scream comes out suddenly from you, the buzzing in your cunt increases and you feel him push the vibrator deeper into your hole, his fingers fiddle with your pussy rim.

“You're leaking everywhere, and you've already ruined my pants…what am I going to do with you?” His fingers massage your folds and surround your clit, the touch makes your hips contract, it doesn't take much more than a couple of kisses on the neck to take you to the peak of ecstasy, you moan uncontrollably as you come on his fingers, the toy sliding out of your pussy along with thick drops of your fluids. You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself, nuzzling your face against James' chest and closing your eyes for a moment.

“We should have behaved Het…” You mutter under your breath and giggle softly.

“You know very well that we never do it.”

This is modern 80s James, he would be a tease in the present day

[tumbleweed-run]

Sweet Dreams

(18+, Explicit) Kinktober 2023 Day 12 Somnophilia

It was just one of those nights where sleep evaded you. The room was comfortable and your dreams of late had been kind, there was just no reason for it. It happened sometimes, even when you were a child, and really you didn’t mind as long as it didn’t become a thing. You happily spend the night reading or exploring the tower. Then, when sleep finally came (usually just as the sun began to crawl into the sky), you’d snuggle up into bed and sleep until the afternoon. 

You stood by the window awhile, watching the sea ebb and flow below you. Gale’s soft mumblings made you smile, half listening for anything interesting. Gale had grown used to the nighttime restlessness, often encouraging you to wake him. You rarely did, he deserved his sleep even if you couldn’t. Tonight, though, felt different. You wanted him awake tonight. 

As if reading your thoughts, your name spilled from his lips. 

Turning you made your way to the bed and slid beneath the covers. It was warm and welcoming here, part of you wanted to curl up and attempt to sleep again. Another part of you wanted to slide further below the covers. 

You debated it with yourself for a moment. Eventually, the latter part of you won.

It was easy to slide further beneath the covers into the warmth. Carefully reaching out you rubbed your hand over his soft cock. He sighed above you, but otherwise, there were no other indications you’d woken him. You rested your hand on top of him and waited, almost immediately he began to harden against your palm. You gingerly began to rub a circle with the heel of your palm against him. It only took a few moments of that before he moaned, hips grinding upwards seeking a more fulfilling touch. 

You were happy to oblige him. Carefully, you slid the tops of his sleep pants down, thankful that they were well worn. Once his cock was freed you paused, waiting to see if you’d woken him. After a second a soft snore gave away that you hadn’t. 

Gale moaned above you as you pulled him into your mouth. Slowly, gently, you worked him, you weren’t interested in testing you limits tonight. Instead you wanted to enjoy this, the warmth and dark cocooning you. Every so often sleepy moans were pulled from him but otherwise, he didn’t move much, only his hips shifting every so often seeking your mouth further. 

It was blissful. 

Eventually, your own desires became important again. You were aware of the way your hair had begun sticking against your forehead and the way your core was throbbing with neglect. You allowed Gale to fall from your mouth. Gently you pressed a kiss to the tip before crawling your way back up the bed. 

The fresh air hit your face almost painfully, and you sat for a second just breathing. 

Gale’s eyes were still closed but his breathing had changed ever so slightly. No longer was he softly snoring. He was awake. Or maybe not fully awake but he was stuck somewhere in between the two states of being. Even though you knew this you were careful as you threw your leg over his hips. Pulling up your night gown you settled down against him, letting his cock nestle between your folds. 

Lazily you ground against him, gasping quietly at the much-desired friction against your clit. You rode him like that for some time, chasing your pleasure but not your orgasm just yet. Under you Gale let out soft grunts and half formed moans, still too tired to form any coherent words. You watched as every so often his eyes would flicker open but then slide shut as if he couldn’t quite keep them that way. His hands rested on your thighs, not gripping. Just there. 

After some time you rose up and grasped Gale’s cock shocking the first loud moan from his lips. When you sank down on him, allowing him to bottom out completely, his hands went to your hips. This time, he held you, but it was a soft hold. You set the pace once more. 

It was a slow fire building in your gut, stoked each time you dragged your body off his cock and then back down. Eventually, you needed to chase it, hips moving faster one hand reaching down to find your clit. 

One of Gale’s hands moved to hold your breast, thumb drawing lazy circles around your nipple. You leaned against him silently hoping for more. He delivered, thumb brushing slowly across your nipple drawing moans from you. 

When you came, you did so quietly. Throwing your head back you whimpered softly, hips grinding as you rode out your waves of pleasure.

Once you slowed, Gale took hold of your hips once more and gently rolled the two of you. He buried his head into your shoulder as he began chasing his own orgasm. You wrapped your arms around his chest and let him. He came with a stuttering thrust, hips pinned to yours as he spilled inside you. Eventually, he collapsed against you, you welcomed his weight. You were stroking his hair soft when he began snoring again.