#kinktober day 17

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Kinktober Day 17 - Orgy

Soap x Gaz x Ghost x Price x Rudy x Alejandro x Reader - 5.3k (on ao3)

summary: You have an orgy with your favorite boys. (Reader POV)

cw: double penetration in two holes, double penetration in one hole, spitroasting, sex in front of other people, very light soft degradation, praise, overstimulation

note: this doesn't even have an ATTEMPT at plot alright? we're here to be horny and move on. also i think this is more gangbang than orgy but whatever lol

You’re not sure who you’re making out with. It’s not like you care all that much - laid out on the bed like a queen, Price serving as your throne where he holds you half up with your legs spread - you’re perfectly content to just sit and kiss, for hours on end.

It was Soap first - Soap and his messy kisses, broad stripes licked into your mouth, sucking on your tongue so vehemently you nearly thought he was trying to keep it. He was playful, nipping at your lips, grinning everytime he pulled back enough for you to see.

Then Gaz, who shoved Soap away to have a turn with you. They’d bickered for a moment before Price, from over your shoulder, big hands cupping your chest and massaging, reminded him that he could lick your pussy too. He was more than happy to duck down after that, leaving you with Gaz. 

Gaz was sweet, long slow kisses that matched the way Price groped you but were a sharp contrast to the eagerness Soap had. Kyle peppered your mouth with kisses, layering them one over the other and hardly giving you time to breathe between them, while Soap ate you with a fervor you’ve never felt before. The difference in pace left you squirming, just a bit, but Price kept you still for them.

You’re not sure when Gaz left, but Soap’s work on your cunt felt so good, so overwhelming, that you couldn’t open your eyes even to see who next took a turn.

He’s got scruff on his face, which you feel rubbing against your cheeks and your palms when you reach up to hold him. His kisses are fun - you can feel him smiling and humming into your lips - and he works your mouth slowly, tangling your tongue together. Where Soap and Gaz had wanted to explore, your mystery man wants to play.

You want to look and see who it is, but the pleasure doesn’t let you, Soap’s mouth on your clit, two of his fingers buried deep in your ass, Price giving you sharp little pinches around your areolas - it all keeps you just a little too foggy to work up the energy. You’re content to luxuriate in the sensations, to relax back into Price and just let your body feel.

“There you go, doll,” Price coos from over your shoulder. “Nice and relaxed for us, yeah? Gonna need you to stay like that if you want to take us all.”

“Please,” you breathe between kisses, eyelashes fluttering as you finally manage to look up. “Wanna feel you all.”

It’s Rudy above you, a soft smile turning his lips up and leaving crinkles at the corners of his eyes. You reach up to cup his cheek, but at that exact moment Soap takes your clit between his lips and sucks, and your movement is halted as you moan.

You hear and feel both Rudy and Price laugh, and Rudy leans forward the last few inches to nuzzle his cheek into your palm. The two of you lean foreheads against each other as you moan, hips making small grinding motions into Soap’s face.

“You will,” Rudy says. “You’re a good girl, yes?”

You nod with a small keen as Johnny starts to work a third finger inside of your back hole.

He smiles. “Then you’ll take all of us.”

Alejandro replaces Price behind you at a certain point, his hard muscle a much less comfortable chair compared to the soft layer of fat lining Price. He’s smaller though, which means you can roll your face back into his neck and he only has to duck a few inches to give you the kisses you silently request.

“Out of the way, hermano,” Rudy says, softly shoving Soap away from you by the shoulders. Johnny doesn’t go easily at all, growling a little and hammering his fingers into you just a bit harder, enough to have you gasping and squirming. Ghost grabs Johnny by the nape of his neck before he can get too aggressive, yanking him away with an unimpressed look. 

“Thanks,” Rudy says on a laugh, getting a nod in return from Ghost. “Now, for you,” he turns to you and smiles, settling himself between your widely spread thighs so his hard member rests on your center, shaft pressing against your clit. “You ready to take us both, cariño?”

“Yes,” you sigh, pulling away from Alejandro and his absolutely sinful mouth, shooting both of them your best pleading look. “Please, want to feel you.”

“Shh,” Alejandro soothes, stroking one hand down the center of your chest and the other lining his own head up with your stretched hole. “You’ll get what you want, just relax for us.”

You take a deep breath, let your eyes slide shut. On the exhale they both push in, a slow thrust that leaves you feeling like you might burst. The three of you moan in sync, your head thrown back to Ale’s shoulder, his forehead falling to your temple, Rudy curling over so he can mouth at one of your nipples.

It takes a bit for them to bottom out inside of them at the slow pace, both of them large men. You’ve never had something quite so large in your ass, but the stretch feels exquisite.

The three of you are panting in sync as soon as you’re filled to the brim.

“You first, hermano,” Alejandro says from above you, his voice rough with desire.

Rudy laughs a little breathlessly. “I’m not going to argue with you.” He pulls far enough back to give you a long, sweet kiss, pulling away with a playful nip before holding himself up. He rests his hands on Alejandro’s shoulders to give himself the leverage that he wants.

“Feels so good,” you moan, undulating your hips just enough that they both pull out and sink back in. “C’mon, need it.”

Alejandro laughs, burying his face in your neck and wrapping his arms around you. “Be patient, amor, he’s gonna give it to you.”

You try to shoot Rudy your best you better look, but it’s probably a little dulled by the man sucking hickies into your neck. 

Rudy fucks you deep. On each thrust he pulls out nearly the entire way, and each time he pushes back in he nearly hits your cervix. He’s not slow, but he’s not fucking you like an animal either. He feels perfect inside of you, sliding along that spot inside of you and bumping your clit every time he bottoms out.

The two of you moan loudly as he fucks you, Alejandro grunting at the sensations he’s getting, the way you clench down on him like you never want him to leave. You blink wet eyes open, glancing over to see what the others are up to on the other side of the bed.

You see Gaz with Price’s dick in his mouth - not sucking, just warming him - and Ghost jacking a very wiggly Soap off. They’re all staring at the show you’re putting on, all a little red in the cheeks with heavier breaths.

Price meets your eyes first. “You making them feel good, pet?”

You nod as much as you can manage, breath hitching when you try to answer.

“She’s unimaginable,” Rudy pants from above you, hips working just a bit quicker as he nears the edge. “Tight like you wouldn’t believe.”

Alejandro laughs at that, one hand slipping down your stomach to explore the soaked folds of your cunt. “Won’t be once we’re done with her.”

You moan when he finds your clit, rubbinb you in fast and rhythmic little circles that drag you right to the edge.

“Don’t leave her so loose we can’t have any fun,” Ghost gruffs, nearly drowned out by the moans and slick slapping sounds filling the room.

“Not-” Rudy starts, then stops to catch his breath as he starts to really fuck you, thrusts hard and pounding. “Not selfish, h-hermano.”

There’s a small laugh at that, but you don’t know who it’s from. You’re too focused on arching your back as much as you can, clenching down hard on the cock still stuffing your ass but not doing a thing, the way Alejandro’s fingers are driving you insane with their perfect little motions, and the way Rudy’s hitting every perfect spot inside of you.

“Gonna- gonne come, please, feels so good!” You gasp, moaning and letting your head roll back onto Alejandro’s shoulder, hips moving in a desperate attempt to push yourself off that cliff. Your hands come back to grip Alejandro’s head, and he presses kisses to your shoulder.

Finally, finally, you manage to reach that peak. You moan loudly as your thrown into an orgasm, body going completely limp between the two men, cunt clenching along with the waves of pleasure and milking both of them.

Rudy comes just after you, your inner muscle’s massage triggering his own orgasm. He buries himself to the hilt inside of you when he does, maoning and panting against your skin.

“Fuck,” Rudy hisses over your shoulder, working his fingers and sending both you and Rudy into overstimulation. “Feel so good clenched tight like that, amor, you feel so good for us.”

Rudy lifts his head enough to nudge at Alejandro’s head and you hear the slick sounds of making out as you ride out the rest of your orgasm. Alejandro’s fingers slow as your heartbeat does, working you down from the pleasure in a perfect way. You feel sort of like you’re being caught in a bed of feathers - a sharp fall with a soft fall, wrapped in softness and warmth when you hit the ground.

“Buena niña,” Rudy pants when he pulls apart from Alejandro. “Such a good girl, feel so good when you come around me.”

You can only whine at that, body still a little worked up with both holes filled.

Rudy fixes that problem by pulling out just a moment later, both his and your eyes glued to your hole as he does. There’s a slow dribble of cum as soon as he’s free of you, and neither of you bothers to hold back your moans.

“My turn,” Alejandro says, and you can feel the way he smirks against your neck. “You ready, cariño?”

You take a few deep breaths, let your nerves settle back into your body a bit, then nod. “Yes, want you too, Ale, want you to fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he purrs. A moment later he’s got you flipped onto your front, hands just barely catching you so you’re held up on hands and knees. He’s solid and tall behind you when you glance over your shoulder, hands planted on your hips to keep himself fully inside of you.

He cocks his head to the side a little, asking permission. Like this, you’re just a foot away from the sight of Gaz’s throat working at Price’s length, and over him you can see Soap writing in Ghost’s lap as the larger man gives his cock no mercy.

You shift your knees wider, slip down until your chest is pressed to the mattress, then nod your consent to Alejandro.

He braces you for a moment, giving your hips a quick squeeze as he shifts himself, then pulls nearly the entire way out of you. You shift on your knees a bit, whining at the anticipation, but he only shushes you, giving your hips a quick tap.

He doesn’t fuck you like Rudy had. Alejandro fucks you deep, but hardly pulls out even half-way on every thrust. It’s like he wants to be as connected to you as possible, keeping as much of himself buried in your heat as he can while still making himself feel good. The short, sharp thrusts leave you moaning on every breath, the sounds punched out of you.

“Good girl,” he moans above you, grip brusing on your hips. “Such a good cocksleeve for me, yeah? Nice and tight around my cock… clench down for me, amor, make it feel better.”

You listen to his command, moaning even louder when he feels that much larger inside of you. Clenching your rim tight around him makes the stretch burn just the slightest bit, even with all the prep you’d gotten, and you relish in the slight sting.

“Don’t foget about her,” Rudy pants from where he’s collapsed beside you, eyes glued to the way your cheeks bounce on every thrust. “She feels best when she’s coming.”

Alejandro bites out a curse, one of his hands leaving to move back to your slick folds. He tucks two fingers inside of you, drawing a loud cry from your throat, and rubs the heel of his hand against your swollen clit.

“Alejandro!” You shout, pushing yourself back on him and his hand to try and get more of the perfect sensations. “P-please, feels so good.”

“Yeah?” He leans over you, breath ghosting over your back as his thrusts get a little sloppier, a little harsher. “Feels nice, huh? Both holes stuffed full, just the way you were meant to be.”

His own words are what set him off, his dirty talk fading into a stream of moans as he stiffens buried inside of you, the hot splash of cum coating your insides. He works his palm and fingers slowly in your cunt, and you’re brought to a rolling orgasm, clenching hard on him.

Your moan is nearly pornographic, face squished against the sheets and back arched so your ass stays high in the air. He grinds his hips into your ass, getting as much of his dick inside of you as he can while you milk the cum from him.

He pulls out uncermoniously, and you can’t help but whine a little sadly at the sudden emptiness as both his cock and fingers leave you. He hushes you a bit, fingering some of his come back into your loose hole. “There you go, keep it nice and warm for me, cariño.”

“Alright,” you hear Ghost grunt from in front of you, open your eyes up just in time to see him throw Johnny off his lap and stand to make his way to the other side of the bed. “Our turn now, fuck off.”

Rudy and Alejandro both laugh good-naturedly, shifting to take their places beside Price and Gaz. You see the two of them cuddle up together, their slick cocks resting by one another. Gaz has shifted to nursing Price’s balls as he smokes a cigar, blowing the smoke straight up to the ceiling.

“Head up, c’mon,” Ghost grunts as he shifts onto the bed in front of you, resting on his knees and holding his dick straight out as you push yourself up. “Johnny, you can have at her cunt. Don’t come before I do.”

“Yes, Sir,” Soap says, and you just barely have time to brace yourself for the rough fucking you know is coming when Johnny rams himself balls-deep inside of you. You both moan loudly at the feeling, and you fall back down to your elbows.

Ghost doesn’t bother telling you to sit up again, instead just grabs you by the hair and pulls up until he can slip himself into your mouth. With the way Soap is pounding you, you’re forced to nearly deepthroat him as soon as your lips close. 

You gag immediately, scrambling up onto your hands to try and save your poor throat. It’s almost impossible to think past the way that Soap uses your slick hole, the pounding making stars appear across your vision.

Ghost laughs at you when tears start to leak down your cheeks, one hand coming to pat you just a little harshly on the cheek as you’re fucked back and forth on his dick.

“Don’t even need to do anything, do I?” He hums, the hand on your face moving lower to wrap around your throat, making it feel even more like you’re choking. “Doing good, Johnny, you’re practically fucking her mouth for me.”

Johnny’s far past the point of words, only managing to moan as he huncehs over your back, lips tracing patterns across your shoulder blades and leaving trails of spit.

“Yeah, good boy. You’re a good girl too, sweetheart,” Ghost praises, using the hand on your head to brush the hair away from your face. You look up just in time to catch the smile on his face as he stares down at you. “Such a good cock sucker. Why don’t you use your tongue a little, c’mon. Don’t make Johnny do all the work now.”

It’s hard to work past the pistoning into your cunt, but you manage to listen to Ghost, licking up the underside of his length as best you can while being fucked raw. Johnny’s pace never falters, and you have no idea how he manages to keep himself from flying over the edge.

You trace the vein on the underside of Ghost’s dick with your tongue, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking to try and make him feel good. You can’t do much to move your head - the palm holding the back of your skull leaves that in his hands - so you try to focus your efforts on what you can do.

The gagging sounds are constant. The way Soap is fucking you, you can’t hold your balance properly, and you end up choking on nearly every thrust.

At some point, Johnny reaches the end of his rope. “Ghost, please, need to come, have to, ‘m so close, please….”

Ghost chuckles, a deep and mean sound. “Can’t hold it?”

A whine from Johnny, and you feel him shake his head against your back.

“Hm. Well, that’s too bad. Both me and our girl here are gettin’ off before you. Why don’t the two of you work on makin’ that happen.”

It takes you a moment to understand what he means, but when Johnny’s fingers start to work frantically at your oversensitive clit, you understand. Your eyes roll back in your head at the pleasure, and it’s all you can do to keep from going completely limp and suffocating on Ghost’s dick.

“There you go,” he moans, thrusting a little further into your mouth. “Feels good when you moan, sweetheart. Make her do it again, Johnny.”

And he does. You’re trapped in the animalistic fucking from Soap, your poor hole feeling stretched out and used, and you’re unable to escape the relentless pleasure shooting from your clit to your brain.

Both you and Johnny are thankful that it doesn’t take Ghost long at all to come. Once you’re moaning and choking on every thrust, it only takes a few seconds for him to be spurting come down your throat.

He pulls your mouth off of him, holding you back so that he can jack some of the come onto your face. He works his fat cock roughly, and you can’t help but stare at him as he gets himself off. He’s mean to himself, and somehow that’s what gives you the last push you need to clench down hard around Soap.

This orgasm is almost painful. Johnny doesn’t let up on you at all, keeps hammering his cock into you, keeps rubbing just past the line of too-harshly, and it leaves you crying out. You collapse back down to the bed when Ghost lets you, face smearing cum into the sheets. You feel like every nerve is on fire - your clit especially - and you instinctually start to writhe away from the source of it all, from Johnny. 

You hear Price laugh from the side. “Ease up on her, Johnny, you’ve got the poor thing running away from you.”

Johnny whines over your shoulder, digging his teeth into your skin and sucking. Your eyes roll back in your head as you’re forced into an even steeper arch, his cock bullying another inch inside of you.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Ghost grunts, and you feel Johnny pulled off of you. One second you’re receiving a fucking like you never have before, the next you’re left empty and open, legs still spread wide. You can’t help but whine a little, blinking teary eyes open.

Soap is begging from behind you. “No, no, no, L.t., please, I was so close, I can’t fuckin’… please, feel like I’m gonna die-!”

Ghost scoffs and you hear what you might think is a slap. You’re too focused on watching the way Price shifts Gaz off of his cock and up, then moves him like a doll so he’s leaning back agains the headboard and sitting up properly to look over your shoulder at Ghost and Soap.

“You’re gonna die, really Johnny? Stop throwing a tantrum or you really won’t get to come in our girl tonight.”

“No, sorry, sorry, I’ll be good, promise.”

“Then shut up and wait for your command.”

“Yes, sir.”

While the two of them argue, Price leans over to scoop you up by the armpits, wearing a sweet smile. He settles you on Gaz’s lap, knees bracketing his hips, then presses a dry kiss to your forehead. You wrap your arms around Kyle’s neck, leaning forward to nuzzle him as Price gives him the same treatment. His shaft rests perfectly against your cunt, head just poking at your hole.

“Bring him over here, Simon,” Price orders, stroking both of his hands over you and Gaz’s heads. As Johnny settles behind you he slips a hand down to your neck, forcing you to rest your face against Gaz’s throat and arch your back. 

Price stays with the three of you still, using one hand to steady Gaz’s cock and the other to shift your hips, helping you to sink down over it. You both moan into each other’s skin, and you feel a little drool slip from your lips.

“Good, there you go,” Price soothes, petting your thigh and down to Kyle’s once you’re fully seated. “Now, stretch her out a little more to take you, Johnny. Don’t be too quick - I still haven’t had my turn.”

Price stays another minute or so to help you get used to riding Gaz, guiding you up and down in a slow, but filling motion. Gaz is just as overwhelmed with pleasure as you are, gasping and moaning against your shoulder.

Once Price leaves, you feel a finger trace around Kyle’s cock. You jerk forward with a little whine, eyes flying open to meet Price’s where he’s settled against the headboard.

“Just relax,” he soothes as Ghost settles next to him. “Let Johnny fuck you, yeah? You know he’ll make it feel good. Poor lad just wants to come.”

Johnny whines at that, almost an agreement, and you nod a little, canting your hips further back so he’s got more room to work.

The first finger has you moaning, head thrown back at the stretch. He uses the cum and lube from your ass to slick your passage, making the sound of Kyle fucking you even wetter.

Each finger he adds feels like it’ll split you down the middle. Johnny doesn’t rush you but he does move just a bit faster than you might’ve asked - not so fast that you safeword, but enough for you to notice the stretch. Each addition makes you moan, burying your face a little further into the safety of Gaz’s neck.

Gaz himself is moaning on every thrust. The two of you work together, him helping lift you up so you can fuck yourself properly on him. You can feel him sucking hickies into your neck, and the soft throbbing offers a nice distraction from the pleasure wreaking havoc on your body.

Finally, Johnny deems you stretched enough.

“Go slowly,” Ghost warns as Johnny lines himself up with you. Kyle settles you so you rest on his thighs and he’s buried to the hilt, Johnny’s head pushing lightly at your rim. “You hurt her, I hurt you.”

“I know,” Johnny grunts, sinking his teeth into the shoulder Gaz hasn’t claimed. He starts to force his way into your dripping hole, and the three of you groan in unison.

You’ve never been so stretched in your life - as Johnny slowly sinks in you’re nearly convinced you’ll tear. The pressure alone is almost better than anything you’ve ever felt, and you can’t stop the continuous stream of whines and moans as Johnny inches further and further inside of you.

Gaz and Soap are just as far gone as you, both of them grunting and moaning.

“Fuck,” Gaz pants, fingers massaging your hip to keep himself still. “Can feel you, Johnny, you’re so warm.”

“Of-of course you can feel me,” Johnny says, letting go of your shoulder to lick around the area he’d been abusing. “We’re fucking the same hole, mate.” 

You bark out a laugh at that, but it quickly turns into a draw out moan when Johnny buries himself inside of you.

“Let us know when you’re alright,” Gaz says into your ear, voice heavy with need. “We can wait for you.”

It takes what feels like an eternity for you to adjust to the stretch. You rest yourself fully on Gaz’s shoulders, giving him your weight so you can just sit on their cocks. You take deep breaths to try and soothe the growing ache and get as used to the stretch as you can.

It must be several minutes later when you finally nod. “Go ahead,” you breathe. “I’m good, I can take it.”

Johnny laughs in your ear, the sound a little choked. “Attagirl.”

They find a pace that works quickly, Soap thrusting in as Gaz pulls out. The rhythm leaves you constantly filled, one of them always as deep as they can get. It also leaves them both in shambles, the rubbing of the other’s cock combined with your wet heat sending them into space.

None of you are capable of speech, just sounds pressed into each other’s skin. You think maybe Kyle and Johnny lock lips for a bit, but it’s hard to tell past the sounds of your coupling. You certainly don’t have the strength to do anything but lay there and take them into your body.

The way they work you over, one of them is always pressing against your g-spot. The constant stimulation leaves you whining. You feel like you might die, might just burn up into a thousand embers. Every inch of you feels overexposed, flayed open, and your cunt throbs.

You don’t need any pressure to your clit this time. Just the stretch of two cocks at once is more than enoug. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave - you can feel it growing, know it’s going to be catastrophic, and when it hits you feel dragged under 

Neither Soap or Gaz let up as you reach your peak. In fact they only get more vigorous, losing their rhythm as they start to focus on just getting themselves off. You yelp when they bottom out at once, one of them managing to poke at your cervix, and the insticutal muscle spasm has both of them moaning.

Johnny comes first, panting and gnawing at your shoulder as he bucks his hips into yours. You’re convinced there must be red spots on your ass from how hard he thrusts into you, but even that slight pain just makes everything feel better.

Gaz’s orgasm is triggered by Johnny’s - feeling you clench down so perfectly on him, feeling Soap’s cock twitch and throb right next to his, it’s all too much. They’re both thrown off of that cliff edge, moaning into your skin. 

By the time it’s over and you’ve all cooled down, the three of you are left just a limp pile of limbs, unable to do anything but be.

Price is the one who finally untangles you all. He grabs you by your elbows, drawing you away from Gaz and into his arms. You can’t help but wince and cry out when both Johnny and Kyle slip out of you at the same time, your hole fluttering around nothing.

“I know, I know,” Price soothes, laying you on your back. “You’re ok, deep breaths for me now. That’s good, doll, just like that.”

He hovers above you, stroking up and down your ribs while you slowly float back into your skin. When you finally manage to look up at him, he’s wearing a look of such pride that you can’t help but cry a little more.

He coos, swiping away your tears. “Pretty girl, you’re alright. Just one more, and then you’re done.”

You nod. “Want- want to make you feel good too,” you sniffle a bit, leaning further into his hand. “Can’t come again though, won’t feel good.”

“You don’t want any more orgasms?” His tone is a little condescening, but you just shake your head. “That’s alright, honey, you don’t need to get off. Just gotta lay nice and still for me, you can do that, can’t you?”

You nod as he tucks your legs up, pushing your thighs back until your knees rest by your head. The stretch is hardly noticeable with every other sensation wracking your body.

You feel his fingers pet around your pussy, whine when he glances over your clit.

“I’d hoped to have my turn with this little hole,” he hums, tucking a few fingers inside of you and rubbing. You hardly feel them at all. “But it’s too stretched out for me. Bet I wouldn’t feel a thing if I tried to fuck you here, huh?”

You whine sadly at that, burying your face in your calf.

“That’s alright. I know needy girls have to be stretched like that sometimes, it’s not your fault, pet. Just means I’ll have to use your other hole - good thing you have two, hm?”

He doesn’t give you any more prep, just rubs himself a few times and thrusts into your asshole in one long movement.

You’re so fucked out, it’s hard to keep track of his words after that. You can feel them rumbling through your thighs when he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, but they’re unintelligible. All you can focus on are the long, slow thrusts into you. Price drops nearly his full weight into you on every thrust, but each movement feels glacial. 

He’s big enough to stretch you out a bit, to make sure you still feel the slight sting of something too big being where it’s not meant to be. It’s not enough to get you off, but the heavy weight and motions still feel heavenly inside you.

Eventually he comes - you’re not sure how long it’s been or what it is that gets him there, but you feel him jerk to a stop, then feel his come spreading inside of you. It’s a nice feeling, and you smile as you let your eyes drift shut. 

“Thank you,” you hear him whisper, his whiskers brushing over your cheeks. “Thank you, sweet girl. Felt so good for me.”

Things exist in snippets past that.

Someone pulls you up to their chest (you open your eyes long enough to recongize Alejandro, go back to snoozing right after), someone wipes a cloth softly over both of your holes and shushes your whine (you think you see Ghost walking from the en-suite to the bed), someone lays their weight across your back (you feel Soap’s mohawk brush your arm), another over your legs.

You fall asleep like that, dogpiled in bed with your favorite men, all of you drained and sated. You can’t think of a more perfect way to spend a night.

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 17: Henry Cavill

Lumberjack! Henry Cavill x Wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, Poorly written Oral (m receiving), Slight Praise kink, Slight Size kink

W.C: 653

The sound of wood being cut echoed around the tin shed. I stood in the doorway watching my husband cutting up firewood.

"Dinner's almost ready" I yelled to him, over the noise.

"I'll be inside in a minute, love" He responded. His silky british accent sent shivers down my spine.

"Okay. I'll set the table." I responded, feeling my face heat up. I could tell Henry was smirking as he watched me walk away. He knows I get all flustered when he calls me Love.

I could hear him chopping a couple more blocks of wood as I made my way inside our cozy cabin, out in the forest.

The table was set and dinner was laid out on the table.

"Could you please put some more wood on the fire, Baby" I asked him as he brought in the sack of wood and placed it near the fireplace.

"Yep. Was just about to do that." Henry grunted as he kneeled down to place more wood on the flames.

"What's for dinner, Love?" He questioned as I took his bowl.

"Shepherd's pie, Your favorite" I advised seeing his face lit up with a huge smile.

We had dinner in peace, complete with a glass of red wine and small talk.

Henry offered to do the dishes as I went for a shower.

I lay on our bed, cozy in my silk pajamas and the warm fluffy blanket.

Henry came out of the bathroom, shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

I inhaled, my heart stuck in my throat. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the wetness.

"Cat got your tongue Love?" Henry asked as he saw my reaction. He was undeniably big underneath all those clothes and not just his height.

"I want you to fuck me" I whispered, without thinking twice.

"What was that love?" He smirked,

"I want you to fuck me, Henry" I stated, sounding a lot more stubborn than I thought.

"My dear girl gets all wet and turned on when she sees her man, so much bigger than her" He mocked, removing the towel from around his waist.

His huge cock sprung free. Hard and ready, I got on my knees without question and wrapped my hands around him. Spreading the precum along his cock before taking him in my mouth. Henry let out an animalistic growl while I worked my tongue around him. Taking him even further in my mouth, gagging a couple times but never once backing out.

"Fuck love. You feel so good" He moaned as he grabbed a handful of my hair and started thrusting into my mouth.

Drool seeped down my chin onto my pj's, moans escaped my lips. Finally I let him out of my mouth with a 'pop'.

Before I could comprehend what was going on, Henry picked me up and threw me on the bed, sliding my pajama shorts and panties down my legs.

"You were a good girl just now. Continuing being the good girl I taught you to be" He growled before sliding his thick cock through my folds. I didn't even have time to adjust to his size before he started thrusting in and out of me. Feeling me up so good, causing me to scream his name.

"Fuck Henry" I moaned as he worked himself in and out.

"Don't cum until I tell you to. Understand that Love?" He questioned, staring me dead in the eye. I nodded pathetically, basically begging for release. Henry started rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I felt myself coming closer to my orgasm, but just as I was about to cum, Henry pulled out of me. Leaving me feeling suddenly empty.

"Why'd you do that for Hen?!" I asked angrily. He just smirked in response. "Because the only way I'm going to let you cum is by my tongue." He replied coldly.

And that was how it ended.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Kinktober Day Seventeen — Roleplay

❝🔥 — lady l: day seventeen of kinktober!! Sorry for being late ;/

❝🔥pairing: yandere!achilles x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, vaginal sex, roleplay, fingering, bad writing.

❝🔥word count: 820.

❝tag: @compulsiivedreamer

Achilles, with an intensely passionate look, proclaimed in a majestic voice: "Goddess Aphrodite, Queen of love, I greet you in this sacred place." He knelt before you, holding your hand gently.

You replied with a radiant smile, "God of war, lord of courage, I accept your greeting and your love." You raised the scepter, lightly touching Achilles' shoulder.

Together you danced a celestial dance, imitating the movements of the gods. Achilles held you in his arms, turning you around gracefully. As you danced, your eyes met, and intense lust shone between you.

You were his goddess of love and he was your god of war.

Achilles guided you to the bed where you slept and laid you gently on it, fearing that if he was too rough, he might break you. Although he was acting like the god of war, his touches were nothing short of gentle towards his goddess.

Achilles delicately removed the silver sandals you were wearing and smiled at you. Your body instantly warmed at the sight of your hero.

He calmly removed your dress, sliding the soft silk that covered your body carefully. You smiled at him, feeling a little shy about being exposed like this but it wasn't bad, not when you were with him.

He sat on the bed and you lifted your body and kissed his neck carefully, your hands touching and intertwining. You kissed him passionately, your mouths becoming one and your tongues touching passionately.

You let go of his hands and wrapped them around the god's neck, bringing your bodies closer and deepening the kiss. Achilles touched your bare back affectionately, moving his hands down to your ass, where he squeezed tightly. You broke apart for air and you could visualize the pure lust in his eyes.

Achilles didn't even bother to remove his armor, too busy admiring your figure on top of him, the hero turned you onto the bed and you were underneath him, completely at his mercy.

That thought alone made you more excited, more wet.

"My goddess..." He whispered, kissing your cheek, his large hands grabbing your breasts and groping them with some aggression. You moaned softly, your body hot and in desperate need of being touched.

You whimpered when Achilles brought his right hand to your pussy, touching your sex gently, his touches were gentle but gave you shivers. You groaned as he slid a finger into your slit and entered it.

Achilles smiled at you and kissed your neck, his left hand groping your breast and his right hand touching you. The hero's thumb began to stimulate your clit, and a second finger was added to your pussy, making you moan loudly.

Something changed inside him, as Achilles stopped masturbating you and removed his wet fingers from your pussy. You took a deep breath as he grabbed your thighs and spread your legs, his hard cock being rubbed against your entrance. Achilles moaned at the contact and with a strong thrust, he penetrated your pussy, eliciting a small scream from you.

He grabbed your waist and without waiting for you to get used to the feeling of him inside you, Achilles started fucking you hard. His fingers rubbed your clitoris and one of his hands went to your neck, squeezing it.

You moaned loudly at the stimulation and began to move your hips in rhythm with his thrusts. You felt a little suffocated by how hard he was squeezing your neck, but it felt good, you liked being controlled by your hero, by your god of war.

Achilles fucked you hard, your pussy squeezing him deliciously, bringing him closer to his orgasm. His fingers rubbed you furiously and with a loud moan and gripping him tighter, you came, your body shaking a little with the pleasure.

He squeezed your neck some more and Achilles finally came, his cum filling your pussy. You take a deep breath, breathless but satisfied.

Achilles held your face with his hands, looking deeply into your eyes.

In a husky, passionate voice, and still buried inside you, he said, "(Y/N), you are the flame that warms my heart, the inspiration behind every battle I fight. I love you with an intensity that surpasses the gods."

You, with eyes full of love, replied, "Achilles, you are my strength, my reason to believe in the magic of love. You are the warrior who conquered not only lands but also my heart."

You brought your faces together, sealing your words with a fiery kiss full of passion. Your bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, losing themselves in the love they shared.

In the silence of the night, under the silence of the stars, Achilles and you lived a moment of pure passion that would never be forgotten. You became Ares and Aphrodite as you fucked and when you made love later, you were Achilles and (Y/N).

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Seventeen: Threesome - 3Racha

Tags: Top!Chan, top!Changbin, bottom!Jisung, unprotected sex, spitroasting, oral sex, anal sex, married!Binchan

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The music of the club was loud enough to make the floors vibrate and the lights were brighter than the colorful drink Changbin was sipping on. The ring on his left hand glinted in the light, perfectly matching the one on Chan’s same finger. They were both at the club for the same purpose. Despite being happily married for three years, their relationship remained open, and they were on the lookout for someone to take home for the night. One thing they’d both agreed on when it came to hookups was that they both had to be interested. 

And so far, no one had caught their eye. 

They were on their second or third drink of the night, Changbin drinking some fancy cocktail while Chan stuck to more basic drinks. There were a few guys they had seen who appeared single and were pretty attractive, but none of them were exactly what they were looking for. They definitely had a type (other than each other), and were very particular when it came to taking other men home. So it almost seemed like their venture for that night might come up fruitless. 

But then the most stunning man they had ever laid eyes on walked up to the bar to order a drink. Chan and Changbin immediately looked at each other, silently communicating with a single look. Him . 

Chan was the first to stand and then Changbin followed as he walked over to him. He was ridiculously pretty. Big doe eyes that gave him an almost innocent look, but the tight ripped jeans he was wearing that were covered in rips over the thighs and loose crop top that showed the majority of his stomach showed otherwise. He had some sort of sparkly lipgloss on and a glittery smokey eye that suited his big brown eyes nicely. If there was one word to describe him, it would be edible. 

“Mind if we buy you a drink?” Chan asked, sitting down on the stool next to the man. His eyes widened and he first looked at Chan but then he twisted around to look at Changbin when he sat on his opposite side. Changbin smirked when his throat bobbed before he gave them a small nod. 

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed. Chan quirked an eyebrow up. His voice was deeper than he was expecting but it suited him nonetheless. It was velvety soft, fitting well with his round face and pouty lips. 

“What’s your name, pretty?” Changbin asked, tilting his head. He could tell Chan was holding back a laugh when the man’s breath hitched at the pet name. 

“Uhm, it’s Jisung,” he said, wetting his lips. Jisung . What a nice name. 

He looked between the two of them. “What are your names?” 

“I’m Chan,” Chan said, flashing him a charming smile. 

“I’m Changbin. Cute name, right?” Changbin asked, giggling afterwards. Chan rolled his eyes but Jisung glanced down and smiled softly, seemingly amused with Changbin’s antics. 

“Ignore him, he likes to be weird,” Chan said, shaking his head. 

“That’s okay,” Jisung said, his smile brightening. “I like weird.” 

Changbin’s heart nearly exploded. He felt his cheeks warming and he and Chan shared a look. This Jisung was already almost too perfect. 

They ordered his drink for him when the bartender came, both saying he could get whatever he wanted, no matter how expensive, he just had to make sure to stay somewhat sober. That made his round cheeks darken with a pretty blush and his eyes widened slightly. They wanted to make their intentions known but didn’t want to be too pushy about it. Jisung seemed to reciprocate their attraction though, judging by the way he continued to blush at whatever they said, occasionally letting out soft giggles and tucking his hair behind his ears. He was absolutely adorable. 

They talked for a bit after Jisung got his drink (which was twice as sweet as any drink Changbin would ever get) and learned he was in his final year of college and was studying to become a producer. That made Chan and Changbin go into an excited rant about their own careers as producers, to which Jisung listened with great interest. He looked between the two of them with stars sparkling in his pretty brown eyes, occasionally making a little “o” with his lips whenever they said something that particularly interested or surprised him. It was becoming increasingly clear that he was the right choice for someone to take home. Maybe even take on a date. But they would discuss that a little later. 

Once Jisung was on his second drink, the anticipation was too great. Changbin was getting antsy and both he and Chan were getting more touchy; resting a hand on Jisung’s arm, his waist, once tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. And Jisung was getting squirmy, their touches and the slight buzz from the alcohol setting a fire underneath his skin. 

“Would you like to come dance with us, Jisung-ah?” Chan asked softly, resting a hand on Jisung’s thigh. Changbin grinned, glad he took the first step. His hand slipped around Jisung’s waist and Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat. 

“S-sure, yeah, I’d like that,” he said, licking his lips. Chan smirked and they all stood up from the bar to move out among the other dancing clubbers. 

Changbin’s hands found Jisung first–he slipped behind him and wrapped his hands around Jisung’s small waist, giving it a light squeeze. “You're so small,” he whispered in Jisung’s ear. Jisung was slightly taller than him–even more so with the platform boots he was wearing–and he certainly was not tall himself, but he was well built and muscular. Jisung was petite, tiny, and so much smaller than the both of them in everything other than height. He was almost worried they’d break him if they weren’t careful. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” Chan said, hooking his finger underneath Jisung’s chin. Changbin felt Jisung shudder underneath his hands and he smirked as he rested his head on his shoulder. He began swaying with the beat, hips pressed against Jisung’s ass in front of him. 

“The prettiest,” Changbin agreed, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Jisung’s neck. Jisung whimpered softly, not loud enough for anyone else to hear over the music, but loud enough for both Chan and Changbin to hear. 

“You’re–you’re both so–” Jisung started, struggling to find the words. 

“So what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He wrapped his hand around the side of Jisung’s neck and ran his thumb up and down over his Adam's apple. 

“So–so hot ,” he said, a hint of a whine in his voice. “I don’t know how–how you want me .” 

Changbin scoffed as he ran his hands over Jisung’s bare stomach. “Have you seen yourself?” 

“You’re gorgeous,” Chan elaborated. He pressed his thumb against Jisung’s bottom lip and tilted his head up slightly. “We’d been here quite a while looking for someone. We knew we wanted you as soon as you stepped in those doors.” 

Jisung whined for real then and his hips pressed back against Changbin’s hips. Changbin hissed and his grip on Jisung’s waist tightened. “Fuck, Chan,” Changbin muttered, inhaling slow and deep. 

“Ah, you two look so pretty together,” Chan said with a smile, admiring the affected expression on his husband’s face–eyebrows furrowed together and his cheeks all pink–it matched well with Jisung’s expression. “Would you like to come home with us?” He moved the hand that was on Jisung’s neck and intertwined his fingers with Jisung’s. 

Jisung began to nod and opened his mouth to respond, but that was the moment he looked at their joined hands and noticed the ring on Chan’s finger. His eyebrows knitted together and clear arousal on his face morphed into a look of concern and worry. “I–you’re married,” he stated simply, looking up at Chan. “I-I can’t do that, that’d be cheating and I–” 

Chan’s eyes widened before he laughed and Changbin cooed behind him. Jisung pouted in confusion. “Oh, honey,” Chan said sweetly, squeezing his hand. “Yes, I am married. And so is Changbin. We’re married to each other . Binnie is my husband.” 

“Oh… oh .” Jisung’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him and Chan chuckled softly. 

“So there’s nothing to worry about, yeah? We’re both very much in on this and very much into you. So if you’re okay with it, we’d still like to take you home.” 

“Mhm,” Changbin hummed behind him. “It’d be an honor to have such a pretty boy in our bed.” 

Jisung keened and nodded eagerly, all worries gone now that he knew they were together and there was nothing wrong about this. “Yes, please. Take me home with you.” 

They went to the bar and closed their tabs and then called a taxi since all three of them had drunk. Their home wasn’t that far away but they wanted to get there as fast as possible. Jisung remained just as shy and sweet the entire ride there and he was a blushing mess as they made their way inside. They let him have a moment to gather himself as they walked to their shared bedroom, but as soon as the door was closed behind them, they pounced. 

Chan kissed him first, firm and so deep that Jisung nearly collapsed in his arms. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Chan growled, pulling Jisung against his chest. “How has no one snatched you up yet?” 

“So glad we got to you first at the club,” Changbin mused. He pressed kisses to the back and side of Jisung’s neck and slid his hands under his crop top to play with his nipples. Jisung spasmed and arched, his lips parting with a moan. Changbin grinned and Chan smiled against his skin where he’d begun leaving kissing and bites on the underside of his jaw. “So sensitive here.” He pinched his nipples between his fingers and Jisung mewled. 

“Please,” he whined, arching his back so that his ass pressed directly against Changbin. He bit his lip when he felt Changbin’s hardness through his jeans. 

“Please what?” Chan asked. “Use your words, yeah?” 

“Please–please touch me. Anywhere. I just–hnng I want you to fuck me,” Jisung said, squeezing his eyes shut as the embarrassing words left his mouth. 

“Which one of us?” Changbin asked as he squeezed Jisung’s pec. “Mm you’ve almost got boobs like a girl…so nice.” 

Jisung whined, chewing on his bottom lip. “ Hyungg .” 

“You’re so loud and we’ve barely done anything yet,” Chan said. He licked over a mark he had just left on Jisung’s throat and chills went down Jisung’s spine. “Come on, tell us exactly what you want.” 

“I don’t care who fucks me,” Jisung said, desparate. “Just want one of you. I want–want the other one in my mouth,” he said quietly, so quiet that they barely heard him. 

Chan groaned in response and rolled his hips forward to meet Jisung’s. He was instantly met with the outline of Jisung’s hard cock in his jeans and he bit his lip. “Fuck. I think I want to fuck you this time. Wanna take his mouth, Binnie?” he asked, looking over Jisung’s shoulder at Changbin. Changbin nodded, giving one last flick to Jisung’s nipple. 

“I like the sound of that. How’s that sound, pretty?” he asked Jisung. Jisung nodded. 

“Yes please, just wanna be full.” 

“Shit, Such a pretty mouth but so filthy.” 

They moved to the bed and began helping Jisung strip, removing his crop top first and then his jeans and underwear. They took their time admiring and worshiping him, covering his entire body in purple and red marks. By the time they were done with him he was a whining, moaning mess, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His cock was achingly hard against his stomach and precum dribbled from the tip down his shaft. 

“He’s even got a pretty cock,” Chan said and he ran his hands up Jisung’s milky thighs. He shuddered and Changbin pressed a kiss to the lip of his cock, licking the salty precum off his lips. 

“Hyungs, please,” Jisung whimpered. “I need you now, please.” 

“Alright, let’s get you prepped then,” Chan hummed. He got up to go get the lube from their dresser but Jisung stopped him. “Everything okay, love?” 

“I–yes, just…you won’t need to prep me. I prepped before I went out,” Jisung said, giving them a bashful smile. “I have a plug in me.” 

“Holy shit ,” Changbin practically moaned. Arousal zipped up and down his spine and boiled in his stomach. Chan looked a little lightheaded. 

“All that acting shy and you’re already prepped? Hoping to get fucked tonight? Naughty boy,” Chan said teasingly. 

“A-and you don’t need to use a condom, I’m–I’m clean, I just got checked,” Jisung said, wetting his lips nervously. “If that’s okay with you guys and you’re…you’re clean too.” 

“We get checked once a month,” Changbin explained. “Since we like to keep our relationship open.” 

“So that means you can have whatever you want, baby,” Chan said with a smirk. He walked back over to the bed and stood between Jisung’s knees, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. “I want you on your hands and knees, yeah? So you can take both of us at the same time easily.” 

Jisung’s head spun as he scrambled up to get on his hands and knees. He arched his back a little and spread his knees so that his hole was on display and they could see the pink gem that was attached to the end of the plug. Chan swore under his breath as he got behind Jisung and took in the sight of his plugged hole. “Changbin, come and look at this.” 

Changbin was quick to listen. He came over and he exhaled slowly. “Shit. That’s so hot. Can’t believe he’s already all prepared for you.” 

Chan grinned and grabbed the back of Changbin’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Jisung heard them and craned his neck so he could see and let out a little whimper. “Aww, baby’s feeling left out, huh?” 

“S’just hard to see,” Jisung said with a pout. 

“N’aw,” Chan cooed, bending down to press a kiss to the curve of Jisung’s ass. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna take good care of you. Isn’t that right, Binnie?” 

Changbin hummed in agreement and rubbed Jisung’s waist. “Such good care.” He moved away from Chan then and got on his knees in front of Jisung so that his cock was right in front of his face. Jisung looked delectable like this, back curved so his ass pushed towards Chan while he looked up at Changbin with wide eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out a bit. A string of saliva dripped down from the tip of his tongue and ran down his chin. Changbin wiped it up with his fingertip and pushed it back onto Jisung’s tongue. “Look at him, Channie.” 

“Mm, so pretty,” Chan responded. Jisung whimpered at the praise and Chan grabbed the gem of the plug to give it a little pull. “You like being praised, hm? Absolutely gorgeous .” 

“P-please, please fuck me,” Jisung begged, letting out a cry as Chan pushed the plug back inside of him, deeper. 

“Impatient,” Changbin said. “Should put that mouth of yours to good use.” 

Jisung moaned but the sound was quickly muffled by Changbin pushing the tip of his cock past his lips. Jisung took a deep breath through his nose and flattened his tongue along the underside of his cock. Changbin tangled his hands in his hair and pushed him further along his dick and Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw and throat. 

“Fuck, he’s so good at taking cock,” Chan said to Changbin as he watched Jisung’s lips wrap around Changbin’s thick length. He finally pulled the plug all the way out and set it aside on the sheets. He stuffed two fingers inside Jisung’s hole and Jisung let out a muffled moan around Changbin’s cock. “So fucking loose . Gonna feel so good around my cock.” 

Chan shuffled around and grabbed Jisung’s hips as he lined himself up, then in one move he pushed inside to the hilt. Jisung gasped, Changbin’s cock slipped from his mouth, but Changbin was quick to push him back onto him. “C’mon, you can take us both.” 

“Shit,” Chan groaned. “He felt so loose around my fingers but he’s so tight around me.” He squeezed Jisung’s hips and began to thrust into him, the drag of Jisung’s wet walls along his cock sending sparks of pleasure through his stomach. He was quick to pick up his pace and the force of his hips slapping into Jisung’s ass forced him to take Changbin deeper. 

“Anyone would feel tight around your–mmmg–your big cock, Channie,” Changbin gritted, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening when he hallowed his cheeks and sucked. “Ngh–Jisungie, your mouth.” 

“I’ll get his mouth next time, yeah?” Chan said as he delivered a particularly sharp thrust, hitting Jisung’s prostate. Jisung inhaled sharply and whimpered around Changbin’s cock. His back arched and he pushed his ass back to take Chan deeper. 

“Ne-next time?” Changbin stuttered breathlessly. “So we’re in agreement then…” 

Jisung’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at Changbin, his brain too fuzzy to register what any of the words they were saying meant. He just knew that it felt so good to be stuffed full from both ends and that Chan was fucking him so well, sending waves of pleasure washing over his body. He was getting close, and now that Chan was angling his hips to hit his prostate, he could feel the hot coils of his arousal tightening, getting ready to spring free. 

Chan gritted his teeth and pulled Jisung’s hips against him as he slammed his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bedroom. “Hnng fuck, fuck, I’m already close. Gonna fill you up til you’re dripping ,” he groaned. Jisung moaned and his eyes rolled back. The moan vibrated around Changbin’s cock and his breath hitched. 

“Me too, shit ,” he whimpered, biting his lip. “Can I–can I come down his throat, hyung?” he asked, looking at Chan through wet lashes. Chan’s eyes widened because he didn’t even notice when Changbin had started getting teary eyed, but the sight nearly pushed him over the edge. 

“Ohh–fuck, yeah, you can come. How’s that sound, Jisung-ah, want Binnie’s cum down your throat?” 

Jisung nodded the best he could and swirled his tongue around Changbin’s shaft. Changbin moaned, and with permission from both of them he reached his climax and spilled his cum down Jisung’s throat. Jisung’s eyes watered a little and he gagged but he continued swallowing, even when some dribbled down his chin. Changbin slipped his cock out of Jisung’s mouth and he gasped for air. His eyes were glassy as he looked up at him. 

“Can I–can I come too? Please hyungs?” he asked. His voice was wrecked raw from having Changbin’s cock in his mouth. Chan nodded and Changbin and he gave Jisung a smile. 

“Yeah, you can come,” Changbin said. 

Jisung whined as he reached between his legs and began to pump his cock. He was leaking so much that he didn’t even need any lube to make the glide smoother and it didn’t take much touch for him to fall over the edge, the jabs of Chan’s cock against his prostate doing enough. He came hard with a loud cry and spilled all over his hand. 

He collapsed forward on the bed, face pressed into the mattress. Chan began to pull out but he quickly protested. “No, no, come inside me please. Fill me up like you promised.” 

Changbin swore under his breath and Chan dug his fingers into his waist. “Are you sure that’s not too much?” He didn’t want to accidentally hurt him or cause the overstimulation to be too intense. 

“‘M sure, you can come in me. Please. Fill me up with your cum,” Jisung breathed.

“Fuck,” Chan muttered. He slammed his cock back inside Jisung and began to fuck into him relentlessly, chasing after his own release. He avoided Jisung’s prostate but Jisung made sure to clench around him, providing him with more friction. His thrusts got sloppier and it was only another minute before he shoved his cock deep and spilled inside him, filling Jisung up with his cum like he promised. Jisung moaned as he did and his cock twitched weakly between his legs, but he was spent. 

“Gonna plug you up with my cum,” Chan whispered. Jisung nodded sleepily, moaning a little as Chan slipped the plug inside him. Chan helped him roll over onto his back and he sighed. Changbin was stroking his hair softly and the touches had him close to falling asleep. He could get used to this. 

“Hey, you’re gonna have to get up so we can clean you up and get you ready for bed,” Changbin said softly, tapping Jisung’s cheek. 

Jisung looked up through bleary eyes. “You’re letting me stay?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone. 

Chan glanced at Changbin first and then down at Jisung. “Yeah, of course. If you want to.” 

Jisung smiled softly and nodded. “I would like that.” He did feel like a bit of an intruder when he caught sight of their matching rings again, but he supposed that if they both wanted him here he didn’t have much to worry about. 

Chan and Changbin smiled at each other and Chan leaned across Jisung’s body to give him a soft kiss. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up now. Come help me Changbin.” 

Changbin nodded and got up to follow Chan to get some water bottles and some wet cloths. They gave each other a look as they heated the water, silently communicated everything that needed to be said. They would have to talk more in the morning because it was clear Jisung held the possibility of becoming something more. But for now they would all rest and let any deep conversation wait until morning. 

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 17: Squirting(Dream Lover)

warnings/kinks: smut, squirting, kissing, threesome, mentions of stalking, vaginal fingering, bodily fluids, cum eating pairings: Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Reader x Shisui Uchiha word count: 0.8k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

Your eyes begin to open, and all you can see is Shisui and Itachi hovering over you. They both smirk as they realize you’re starting to come to.

“Hello sleepyhead,” Itachi coos from above you. You squint to make out his details a little better.

Shisui groans, “You shouldn’t have put her under such an intense genjutsu.”

Itachi chuckles, “She’s fine. I think she liked it.”

You vaguely feel something down between your thighs. It becomes apparent that you are aroused. Your panties are clinging to your soaked pussy lips. Itachi loves the way he can just put you under genjutsu to get you all worked up like that. It’s so easy to get you ready for such an intense love making session. He knows exactly how to push your buttons to get you aroused.

“Still, we need to be careful with her,” Shisui says, and he soothes back some hair from your face. You shudder at his sweet touch.

“You’re right. She’s about to have the time of her life, after all.”

You swallow hard, and you moan softly. Shisui hands you a bottle of water, and he coaxes you to begin drinking some. He knows you’ll be quite dehydrated after this one. You sink half the bottle, and Itachi is the one to praise you this time. 

“Just lay back, and just relax.” His voice is soothing.

Shisui chuckles, “She will have a hard time relaxing the whole time.”

You think you know what’s going to happen, but you don’t want it to end before it even starts. So you don’t dare make any protests. You want to feel them inside of you again. They were so good to you last time. You shouldn’t have these feelings for both of them, but you do. And you have no regrets at all.

“She is a good girl,” Itachi says as he peels off your panties. You’re wearing nothing but an Uchiha haori now.

Shisui begins fondling your tits, squeezing and tugging on your nipples. Itachi lets his long fingers graze against your twitching pussy. You’re so wet already, and it makes his cock twitch in his pants. He leans in to kiss you as he lets two of his fingers pump into you. You’re moaning so sweetly for the both of them already,

“Fuck,” Shisui says as he adjusts his hard-on in his pants. “She is such a treat,”

Itachi agrees, “I’m so glad we all decided on this little relationship of ours.”

He continues his pace with his fingers, and his thumb comes up to bully your clit. Already, you’ve been teetering on the edge in the genjutsu he had you in. But now with this added stimulation, you’re sure you’re going to cum in no time. It feels so good to have both of them here with you.

Shisui begins nipping at your neck and Itachi kisses you softly between your breathy moans. He doesn’t let up with his fingering, only angling his fingers to begin caressing your spongy spot. It makes you squeal his name, and it makes his cock twitch even more in his pants. Shisui coos your name softly, coaxing you to let go for the both of them.

“Fuck, make her squirt!” Shisui goads on Itachi.

Itachi smirks, “I’m working on it.”

You can see stars in your field of vision. It’s not the first time that Itachi has rendered you like this. The way his fingers work your pussy so expertly, you aren’t sure you’ll be very coherent for when they both decided to fuck you. And you know they will, considering they’ve been planning this for a little while. Both of them had been following you around all day without your knowledge. You knew they would often do this, and they were good at keeping tabs on you. It’s mostly because of their ANBU training.

“Good girl,” Shisui praises you as he notices how close you are to cumming. “Just let go for us, darling.”

“C’mon baby, I know you can soak us.”

A few more thrusts of his fingers, and your back is arching off the bed. Your eyes roll back as you can feel your thighs shuddering. The bed and Itachi’s arm and lower abdomen become incredibly soaked in your juices. Both of the men relish in the sight of you coming undone so beautifully for the two of them. They have absolutely no plans on stopping. They want to get you to cum like that over and over until you completely pass out.

Itachi pulls his fingers from you, and he places them at your lips. You gladly begin sucking and licking them clean, moaning at the flavor of your own juices. Both of them are very pleased with this.

You let out a whine when Shisui shoves two of his fingers into you.

“Didn’t think we were done just yet, did you sweetheart?”

[holylulusworld]

Perfect Ending - Kinktober 17

Summary: Jensen finally got you in his room...

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x fem!Reader

Kink: a/b/o roleplay

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, protected sex, a/b/o roleplay, dirty talk, a hint of fluff, rpf

Final sequel to New Discoveries & Greenest Green

Kinktober 2022

“Fuck, we should go to your room. We can’t do this here.”

Jensen is busy shoving your skirt up to your waistline. He doesn’t care you are in the hallways of his hotel, or that anyone could walk in on him and you doing the nasty.

“I want you,” he purrs in your ear. It’s like he knows exactly what to say to turn you into a mewling mess. “You’re mine, and I’ll show everyone you belong with me.”

“Alpha.”

“My omega.”

Jensen smirks against your skin. He will fulfill your naughtiest fantasy tonight to make sure, you will stick around. “Jensen, we really should go to your room.”

“Aw, my sweet girl suddenly turns out to be shy.”

He places his hands on the wall on each side of your head to watch you squirm under his gaze.

“Jensen, I don’t want anyone to catch us doing things we shouldn’t do in public,” you whisper, not wanting to draw attention toward you and Jensen. “Please.”

“I love it when you beg me,” he smirks now. His green eyes sparkle, as your lips part and you can only whimper in response. “I can imagine making you beg some more when you are filled with my cock.”

While you pinch your arm to find out if you are daydreaming once again, Jensen gets the key to his hotel room out.

“I will devour you…little omega,” he pushes the door open. “Get inside.”

You don’t have the time to even blink before Jensen pushes you inside the room and slams the door shut. He looks like a predator as he walks you inside the room and toward the bed.

He roughly takes his jacket off, throwing it somewhere on the ground as he forces you to walk back until the back of your legs hits the bed.

You fall onto the bed, yelping. “Look at my sweet omega. I can smell your slick,” you gasp as Jensen stays in his role. “I bet you are eager to get my knot inside your cunt. Hmm…you will make the sweetest noises.”

“Alpha,” you roll over to go on hands and knees. At the same time as you try to remember everything happening in the fanfiction you read, Jensen hastily undresses. His clothes end up splattered all over the floor. “Please, I need your knot.”

“Such a good girl,” you bury your face into the cushions. Waiting. Hoping. Whimpering. “I knew you’ll be the perfect omega to my alpha.”

“Yes, I’ll be so good for you.”

Jensen shoves your skirt up to your waist to reveal your soaked and half-torn panties. He hums, eyes glued to the ruined fabric. You bite the pillow to hold back a groan.

Your favorite actor takes his sweet time. He watches you squirm and whimper while fisting his cock. “I bet you are dripping for my cock.”

You shriek. Jensen just ripped your panties off of your body. He doesn’t seem to care that you impatiently wiggle your ass, or that you make a pained noise when he brushes his index finger over your clit.

“Please.”

“Patience, sweetheart.”

You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Alpha, please.”

“Be good,” he slaps your ass. “No begging or your alpha will tie you down and use your dripping hole for his liking, and you won’t cum.”

You bite the pillow. It’s a struggle to remain calm as you hear Jensen get a condom out. He strokes his cock a few times before rolling the condom over his length.

“Shit, you look so good like that,” he grips your hips with one large hand. “I’m going to make you mine, sweetness.”

Jensen rubs his cock up and down your slicked folds, holding back a groan. He’s all too eager to fill you but takes his sweet time to make sure you know he’s in charge.

Pressing the tip in Jensen watches your reaction. You moan, and fist the sheets, waiting to get more of him. “Take me,” you cry out as he grips your hips and thrusts hard to fill you in one go.

“Fuck.”

There is no time to complain. Not when Jensen slowly starts sliding in and out, in and out until you start to push back onto him. You want and need more but he’s not willing to let you take control.

Jensen wraps one strong arm around your waistline to bring you to his chest. He holds you there as he speeds up to slam into you. “Je-nsen.”

“Fuck, that’s a good pussy,” he chuckles as you squirm in his hold. “I’ll keep you, omega. No other alpha will get this cunt.”

He gives you three, four hard thrusts and you don’t react to his words. Jensen nuzzles your cheek, acting as if he’s scenting you.

You forget about your favorite role, or that you wanted to meet Jared, not Jensen. And you forget that the man fucking you with vigor is still a stranger to you.

All you can focus on are his cock moving in and out of you, his breath in your neck, and his hands, those large hands pawing at your flesh.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine. “Alpha, please knot me.”

“Fuck, you are something else.”

He pushes you back onto the bed and covers your body with his tall frame. Jensen mounts you like an animal, groaning and cursing as you clench tightly around his thick cock.

“Alpha…”

“That’s so fucking good,” Jensen comes with a shout of your name, followed by profanities and praises for your cunt. “Fuck. I’ll have you on every surface later…”

“So…where do you live?” Jensen watches you snuggle into his side. After you did it for the third time, you wanted to leave. You believe it’s what he wanted.

Jensen held you back.

“Uh-Texas.”

“Don’t tell me you moved to Texas to get to know Jared better,” you roll your eyes. “Right. You didn’t move there to meet him.”

“I moved there for my new job, Mr. Ackles.”

“Not moments ago, I was your alpha.”

“Jensen. I should go now. It’s better this way.”

“No, it’s not. I wanted to know where you are living to make sure we can see each other again. If you want to, we can fly back home together and have a date…I,” he laughs. “I mean we already know we love fucking each other.”

“If you can behave, we can have a date.”

“Or-“ he rolls you onto your back, grinning, “we could join the mile-high club together…”

Tags in reblog.

[vampyrewriter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Crowley (Supernatural)/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Crowley (Supernatural), Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Crowley (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Threesome - M/M/M, Threesome, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Dom Crowley (Supernatural), Past Crowley (Supernatural)/Dean Winchester, Past Castiel/Dean Winchester, Past Castiel/Crowley (Supernatural), Castiel's Tan Trenchcoat (Supernatural), Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Love Bites, Biting, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Deepthroating, Repressed Bisexual Dean Winchester, Emotionally Repressed Dean Winchester, Gay Crowley (Supernatural), Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Ruler of Hell Crowley (Supernatural), Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Crowley (Supernatural) Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester Series: Part 15 of 0zym4nd14s Kinktober 2023 Summary:

After Dean catches Castiel and Crowley having sex in his bedroom, he can't stop thinking about it. He's had intimate moments with both of them, but he doesn't expect to accidentally summon them both when masturbating.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: lip gloss

prompt: praise kink (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: eric/christine (as the seasons grey)

word count: 3532

masterlist | ao3 🍎

All this time, Christine was certain that she and Eric could remain friends as long as there was no funny stuff between them. It snuck up on her like a thief in the night, and she had no other means of finding her way out of it all, either: the boy watched her from afar down by the front door to his apartment complex with those big brown eyes from under his filmy, light bangs, and she only believed that he only did it because he was a good friend and he wanted to see her home again.

But she never believed that there was anything more than that, however. She never believed that he could have something more than that whenever he so much as looked at her. Christine had her mind and her heart set on Alex, and she was certain that Eric understood this as well. A tease was a tease but to her, she only did it in the name of good fun rather than because her body told her something that she was unaware of, that is feelings for him. It wasn’t until they had a moment alone together when she began to wonder if he did in fact hide something more there, if he withheld a secret that he was too afraid to share with her.

Alex hung off her right arm and he kept his arms around her waist in response to that, but Eric lingered off in the shadows like a forbidden avenue of her mind, something that she feared to tread and access on a certain day such as this. It brought her to a crossroads of sorts, something so alien to her given her history with Chris as well as the fog that followed her around from that day in July. She never believed that she would have to prefer one or the other.

Why have one when you can have both.

It was a cool autumn Friday afternoon, the first following their first fresh week of a new school year, and Eric offered her a ride home: Greg and Louie had taken the bus home together, and thus, she had some time alone with Eric. They walked side by side to his car parked in the back lot of the school, right behind the registrar’s office, and right near where Valentina had parked as well.

“See you on Monday, Val,” Christine called out to her, and she flashed her a wave. “I’ll try and get that taken care of for you and Sabrina.”

“No pressure, Chris,” she called back to her as she adjusted the brim of her cap. “The two of us will work things out and we’ll try and meet up at the coffee shop up the block from Nelly’s place together.” Valentina blew her a kiss and then stepped on over to her car. Eric awaited Christine with his key in hand and his long black hair drifted all around his head as if he had been caught up in an updraft.

“I got a project for the first weekend after school, too,” he told her as he unlocked the doors for her. “Five hundred words of writing.”

“Oof, fun,” Christine remarked as she climbed into the passenger side. Though it wasn’t that cold outside, she still closed the door and rubbed her hands together as a Nor’easter had rumbled into New York City. Eric climbed in next to her and ran his hands down the crown of his head.

“Phew.” He rubbed his hands together and rested them on the rim of the steering wheel. “Remember the winds out in California a few months back?”

“God, how could I forget,” she declared. “And then there was the fact that it was kind of chilly, too. ‘June gloom’, they called it.”

“‘June gloom’ and the fact that we’re not used to it, either,” he added, and then he fired up the car. They both put on their sunglasses, even though it was four o’clock in the afternoon and dusk was upon them within an hour or so. They rolled out of the parking lot and wound around the campus until they reached the bus stop: the bus would be lumbering up within five minutes but Christine nodded and smiled to herself at the thought of riding home with Eric. They rolled down the windows and let the sights and sounds of the city guide their way back home to Queens.

“When’s Alex coming back, by the way?” he asked as they headed away from the campus.

“Monday,” Christine replied. “Something about having to hear back from New York University within the next two days or something. It’s a long story, but that’s as far as I know, though.” She rested her arm on the top of the door right as they turned the next corner, and a draft of cool autumnal breeze swept over her arm. “I miss seeing him.”

“I miss him, too,” he said. “He’s a great teacher and a good friend to the both of us.”

“I love him to death,” Christine declared.

“Really?”

She turned her attention to him, and the fact he held onto the steering wheel with one hand and kept his arm over the top of the seat next to him. The wind flooded through his black hair, and the sun kissed the rims of his sunglasses.

The unsung bad boy.

“I do, yes,” she said in a soft enough voice for it to carry on the wind. She turned her attention to Eric and the nonchalant look on his face.

“He’s your ghost and you’re his haunting,” he declared.

“I’m his haunting?” she asked him.

“Yeah. You’re like the church basement to him.”

“What’re you saying?” She cracked him a mischievous smile.

“That you’re his choice of haunting,” he told her.

“Nah, I think there’s something here,” she quipped back.

“Like what?” He flicked on the turn signal, and he merged to the right lane: a big long straight shot back home to the bridge over the East River.

“I don’t know,” she confessed with a shrug.

“You don’t know? What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“The way you called me a church basement to Alex.”

“Have you ever been in a church basement before? It’s like one of the spookiest places you can ever visit. The church may be far removed from a cemetery but it’s got the same feeling, though. It’s got that same sense, like the dead are there and watching your every move.”

“So you think Chris reincarnated as Alex and now he’s haunting me?”

“It’s possible,” he said with another shrug of his shoulders. “You and Chris are way younger than Alex, but fate works in mysterious ways.”

“You’re a very interesting fellow, Eric,” she remarked.

“You should see me in the darkest wing of my personality, Chris,” he pointed out. “There’s this really big part of me that wants to go all dark sometimes.”

“You should,” she suggested.

“You think I should?” he asked her as they made the next green light and cleared out a series of taxi cabs and a couple of buses.

“Yeah. Why separate yourself from certain aspects of yourself when you could be everything that you are? I say this because I struggle with it, and I struggled with it big time after Chris died.”

He turned his attention to her again, and that time she looked over at him at the same time. She saw nothing but her own reflection in the dark lenses of his sunglasses staring back at her. She licked her lips, and all the while, she saw him blinking his eyes several times at her. Just like whenever Alex grew silent, she wished to know what he was thinking right then.

“Let me ask you this, Chris—dear Christine,” he began again, that time with a clearing of his throat and a toss of his hair back from the side of his face: the wind made his hair billow even more as if he was at a photoshoot for a men’s magazine.

“Go ahead,” she goaded him.

“How do you like it?”

“Like what?” she asked him, baffled.

“It.” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“It?”

“You know. It.”

They rolled over a bump in the road, and she gasped. But he never flinched a muscle all the while.

“Oh, I see,” she answered. “Yeah. That.”

“That, yeah. How do you like it?”

“Low and slow, sensual… hands all over and lips on my skin.”

“Raw?” he added.

“Hm?”

“Raw? You like it raw?”

“Sometimes, yeah,” she told him with a sly smile. “Sometimes, when Alex has had an extra glass of wine and he gets a little sideways, I’ll give him a nice hearty handjob, and he’ll get down on his knees for me as if he’s worshipping me. It’s really sweet, actually. He gets all soft and cute.”

“Does Alex like being told he’s a good boy?”

“As a matter of fact, he does!” she exclaimed. “He always likes being told that he’s doing great, actually.”

They rolled over another bump, a harder one that made her sway closer to him as if she was about to lean on him.

“Easy there,” he advised her.

“It’s like we’re riding a roller coaster,” she declared.

“A roller coaster that goes raw sometimes,” he cracked.

“Oh, man, you should see him,” she proclaimed with a shake of her head. “Whenever I tell him something totally innocuous like… he looks good or even asking him how he’s doing, he gets all bashful and sweet. That stone cold stern face gets all soft like a dog when they see their owner. You know, they get that rounded look to their head.”

“Oh, really?”

“I should demonstrate in front of you,” she suggested. “Or rather, Alex and I should demonstrate in front of you. I should get him a little bit liquored up and I can give him a little loving to where he thinks he’s hallucinating.”

Eric chuckled at that.

“Or you could do it to me,” he quipped.

“What?” she demanded with a bit of laughter.

“You could do it to me,” he repeated with a straight face.

“I could give it to you?” she laughed at that, but he never changed expression. Another gust of a breeze through the skyscrapers on the left let his black hair fly up some more around the crown of his head. The sunlight shone down on the side of his head and down onto his sunglasses to where they seemed to be made of amber. He showed her a thoughtful smile, which he maintained all the way to the mouth of the bridge.

Christine licked her lips, and he glanced over at her again. He never said a word to her as they began across the bridge towards the rim of Queens. She thought about what he had said and she snickered at that.

“What?” he asked her.

“That suggestion,” she replied. “The thought of me giving it to you.”

He stayed silent all the way to her apartment, where he stopped and switched off the car.

“What’cha doing?” she asked him.

“You know, I wasn’t joking,” he answered her in a low voice. Christine raised her eyebrows at that.

“You sure?” she asked him.

“Positive. I want you to do it to me. Show me the same good time that you treat Alex to.”

“Eric, I’m with Alex,” she declared. “I can’t do that to him.”

“Chris, your whole relationship with him is based off of cheating. I think you can.” The sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose to where she could see his eyebrows as well as the tops of his eyes. “I think you can. Remember the passes I made on you when we were in Monterey?”

“How could I forget,” she quipped. “To be fair, I did the same things to you, too. And to be even more fair, we were just fooling around. Like how we like to fool around sometimes, the friends we are.” She paused. “You were… fooling around, were you. Right?”

Eric never said a word to her. Christine pursed her lips as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

She climbed out after him, and she took her key out of her jeans pocket for the front door to the building as well as her own front door. The furthest wing of the second floor smelled faintly of cookies, and she knew that her mother had been home all day: the hallway remained silent, and thus, she knew that Wendy wasn’t home. Christine switched the keys on her ring for the one to her door when Eric darted in front of her. He clutched her by the shoulders and leaned in closer to her.

“Eric, what’re you doing?” she sputtered.

“Please, Chris, I’m begging you,” he said to her in a low voice. “I’m begging you! I need what he gets. I want what he’s having! Please, I need it. I want it and need it. Girls just don’t talk to me—you’re the one girl who I know who’s treated me well. I need the feeling.”

He had never taken off his sunglasses but she could see it in his eyes, however. The bad boy had given way to a wounded boy. He closed his eyes and bowed his head.

“I’m sorry… I sound weird,” he confessed with a shake of his head.

“No,” she told him.

“Huh?”

“No. You aren’t weird.” Christine leaned into his face for a kiss on the side. He raised his eyebrows and parted his lips at her. “You aren’t weird. Come inside.”

He swallowed at that, and he stepped out of the way for her so she could unlock the door. Christine led him inside of the apartment, where they both set their things down next to her couch and her recliner.

“You’ve just… never really had experience with this,” she assured him. “If it’s any consolation, before Alex and I were a thing, I never had experience, either.”

“Not even with Chris?” he asked her, and he finally took off his sunglasses.

“We were kids,” she explained as she set her purse and her sunglasses on the kitchen counter. “There was no way he and I could. Would you like something to drink?”

“Um… you got any soda?” he asked her. 

“I’ve got ginger ale,” she told him. “My stomach’s been acting up lately, so… I like me a nice glass of it.”

“You got any harder stuff?” he asked her.

“No, I’m not really much of a soda drinker, to be honest,” she confessed. “I mean, you saw me in Monterey.”

“Yeah, you and your lemonade,” he joked. Christine poured him a glass of ginger ale, straight out from the fridge, and she returned to him with a little smile on her face. 

“Guys never made a pass on me,” she told him with a shake of her head.

“Really?” He gaped at her for that.

“Yeah. I was in bad shape back then. There was no way I could.”

She took her seat on the couch right next to him as he sipped on the ginger ale.

“You weren’t joking,” she decreed.

“I wasn’t,” he said, and he set the glass down on the coffee table before them. He licked his lips and turned his attention to her. “I want to know what Alex is feeling with you.” His brown eyes locked onto her own, and she shivered a bit.

“What’s the matter?” he asked her, and he licked his lips at her again. Christine leaned closer to him, and she rested her hand on his thigh.

“You are,” she told him in a near whisper. Eric reached forward for the glass of ginger ale for another sip, and all the while, he never moved his gaze from her. He set his glass down on the table before them again, and then he shook his head.

“What’s wrong?” she asked him.

“I dunno, now that this is unfolding, I don’t really feel right about it,” he confessed to her.

“Oh, come on,” she whispered to him. “We’re friends. We can do it and not talk about it with anyone.”

“You think so?” He knitted his eyebrows together.

“Absolutely.” Christine moved her hand up onto his knee, and then she slid it down towards the crotch of his jeans. Eric straightened his spine so she could see his chest as well as his stomach.

“I like to touch Alex here,” she began as she slid her fingers down onto his crotch for a good feeling. She moved slow on him, from the tip and inwards to his body. He held still as she leaned in closer to his body. “And I like to tell him that he’s good at what he does along the way.”

Eric straightened his spine some more, and to where his chest was right in her face. Christine leaned in closer to his collar as if to neck him there, but she decided to hold off on it.

She thought of using her free hand to take off her jeans, but then he reached up to the back of her head and tugged her head down into his lap. She yelped out into his jeans, and then she held onto his shoulder and tugged him down onto the couch, almost on top of her. She could feel him sitting up behind her as if to ride her from the back, but then she wormed around and reached for him.

Christine nudged him back onto the couch arm.

“You’re not going to get out of this,” she breathed to him with her thumbs on his throat. He cracked her a smile. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, big boy?”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Big boy?” he choked out.

“Yeah.”

“You should blow me for that,” he sputtered out with a lift of his head to escape her grip.

“I ain’t gonna blow you,” she scoffed. “Not if you do it for me first.”

“For you?”

“If you’re my good friend, you’ll do it for me first,” she said to him. She felt him swallow, and then he slid off the couch, to which he missed the leg of the coffee table by an inch; Christine caught herself on the arm of the couch.

“Whoa,” Eric breathed out.

“You okay?”

“Yeah…”

Christine reached down and pushed back her jeans. She stripped them off all the way with only one hand, and then she slowly sat back down on the couch. She stripped off her panties and opened her legs for him. Eric swallowed and sat up so he could be face to face with her lips.

“You want me to?” he sputtered.

“If you wanna be a hot stud like Alex is,” she quipped to him in a singsong voice. Eric put one hand behind his head and pushed his hair back out of the way. He licked his lips and brought his head in between her legs. The tip of his nose brushed her crotch first, and then he slithered his tongue in under her hood.

Christine gasped and giggled from the sudden feeling on her clit.

“Good boy,” she told him with a pat on the back of his head. She leaned back against the couch with her hands rested on the crown of his head as if to steady him there between her legs. He bowed his head and dug in deeper on the head of her clit. He moved in so hard, as if he really wanted that praise from her.

“You feel so good, Eric,” she cackled out. He moved in so deep that she burst out laughing at the feeling of her nipples tightening. She was going to come quick, and right when he kissed the rim of her hood.

“Phew, boy—good boy,” she stammered out, and he lifted his head and ran his thick fingers through his black hair.

“Damn,” he coughed out, and she couldn’t help but grin at the sight of the light sweat right across his upper lip.

“So funny seeing you with your lips all soaking wet like that,” she chuckled.

“It’s like I got lip gloss on, isn’t it?” he sputtered.

“You do! You have your very own lip gloss now, Eric.” She chuckled at that and brought a hand to her mouth to keep her laughter from escaping across the hall to her mother’s apartment: the door closed across the way, and she knew she would have to keep things down from that point onward.

“So… me or Alex,” he asked her with a cough.

“Huh?”

“Which one did it better, me or Alex?”

“It wouldn’t be right to choose, to be perfectly frank with you,” she told him with a little kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Did you just kiss my nose,” he said in a flat tone.

“I did, yes,” she replied, and she couldn’t help but laugh. If this was going to be a three-way relationship, she would have to keep their desires separate from each other.

[ijwrsmff]

Kinktober-17. Overstimulation-Mammon

I’m using a random wheel to select which prompts to write first! So technically this is day 1...? Either way! Tw/contents are below the cut! 

Tw/contents; swearing, cock rings, blow jobs, butt plugs, vibrators, gags, overstimulation, and blindfolds. 

Today was a rather big exam for your class, and knowing Mammon didn’t study…you knew he bombed it. He made fun of you in fact, just for studying without him. You tried to get him to work with you, but if money wasn’t involved, he was rarely interested. Especially when it came to school. 

So as a punishment for your masochistic boyfriend, he was tied up naked on his own bed. He had a cock ring on, a butt plug in, and your mouth sucking his dick, so he was feeling quite overstimulated. 

“PLEASE LET ME CUM!” He screamed, visibly trying to get loose (even if he didn’t really want to). 

“Mm…” You hummed around him, not stopping for a second, which only made him wriggle under your touch more. You pulled away for a brief second, “You’re going to be edged for every question you got wrong on the exam.” 

He whined, “B-b-but! That’s all of them!” And he tried to buck his hips up to meet your mouth. He continued to whine, and thrust his hips up, desperate for your touch. 

“Exactly.” And you hummed, “But…I do think this isn’t enough.” And you got up, walking over to his desk, where all of his toys were. Both for you and him. “Bad boys shouldn’t talk. And they definitely don’t deserve to see me.” And you pulled out a blindfold and ball gag. 

“W-wait!” He called over to you, “But I want to see you!” You turned to see him looking at you, face flushed a lovely pink color, and cock stiff as could be. 

“And that’s exactly why you can’t.” And you walked back over to him, quickly putting on the blindfold and ball gag. “You deserve to be punished, but that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?” You knew he did want it. He was one of the most masochistic people you’d ever met. 

“Hn!” He mumbled, completely unable to speak with the gag in. He squirmed under you, as you took your position over him. 

You ever so slowly removed the cock ring, and began to stroke him. “You think you want my hand? Mouth? Something…else?” You teased, using just one finger to caress the underside of his cock. 

He whimpered behind the gag, and his hips instinctively bucked up, trying to feel you. “HM!” He tried to say, but it wasn’t even close to an actual word. 

You leaned up, and kissed his cheek, to which he responded by trying to get his mouth closer to yours. “Ah ah,” You said, “Did I give you permission to kiss me?” Another teasing gesture from you. “Hm…I think I’ll use my hand. You’ve already had my mouth, you lucky boy.” And you kissed down his chest from your position at his face. You flicked your tongue over one of his nipples, and he made an obscene sound from behind the gag. 

You started off slow, stroking his cock with your hand. Every once in a while, you’d caress his balls, as you know he loved that. But soon, you began stroking at a rigorous pace, an unforgiving one. 

He whimpered, before moaning repeatedly behind the gag. You kissed his abdomen area while you stroked him. Based on how his moans went from deep to a higher pitch he only did when he was close to cumming, you stopped. 

He grunted, and rotated his hip to try and find your hand. He whined, and whined. But you didn’t touch him again. Not just yet…

“That’s one. Nine more to go.” You said, waiting a few seconds before stroking him again. Same as last time, you started off slow before speeding up. 

His moans were absolutely captivating, you could never get enough of the sounds that he made. So you always did your best to make sure he moaned…as much as possible. Today was one of those days that you wanted to completely ravage him. After all…he did fail his test. Punishment was necessary. 

So time after time, you brought him to the edge. By the third, he was panting and whining, completely losing all logical thoughts, only to be replaced by desire. By the ninth, you could tell he wasn’t even paying attention when you counted. There was no way he could remember how many times he’d been edged, he was completely void of thoughts. 

“Hm…” You hummed, pulling your hand away as he got close for the tenth time. “What should I do with you…” You mumbled to yourself, but loud enough to make sure he heard you. “I think I know…” So once more you got off him, and went over to the desk. 

You could just tell he was quivering with anticipation, waiting for the final release after being teased and edged so many times. With that in mind, you pulled out the vibrator. This would do. Walking back over to him, you spoke. “Are you ready? You’ve been such a good boy for me…so I’ll give you what you want.” 

He hummed, and moaned at just the thought of cumming. You flicked the button to turn on the vibrator, and let him listen to the sound. He groaned, completely ready to make it to the edge with the help of one of his favorite toys. 

Still thinking of this as a punishment, you touched the vibrator to the tip of his cock. The most sensitive spot. And it didn’t take long at all for his whines to get higher in pitch. He was close. 

“Good boy…cum for me. Be the good boy I know you are.” And you moved it around the tip, trying to touch as much of it as possible to give him the best possible release. 

When he came, it was explosive. There was so much that came out, and you smiled down at him. But you didn’t stop there. He was caught off guard by this, and whined once more. You removed the vibrator, and he sighed in relief. 

However…you slid down his body and took his limp cock in your mouth. He all but screamed at the feeling, and it made you hum in your own pleasure. You pulled away momentarily, “I have to clean you up…I know you’re sensitive but it’ll make cleaning up your mess much easier.” And you resumed bobbing your head back and forth, swallowing all of him cum in the process. 

It didn’t take long to clean up, and you untied him, taking off the blindfold and gag. While he was still naked, he pulled you close to him. He wanted soft aftercare most of the time, and this seemed like a good solution. He nuzzled his face in your neck as he pulled you down with him. 

“That…that was so good, baby. Thank you.” He mumbled into your neck. 

It made you smile to see him so vulnerable. He really trusted you, and it admittedly made your heart flutter. “Of course…I love you, Mammon. It wasn’t…too much was it?” You just needed confirmation, needing that verbal sentence as your own form of aftercare in addition to the cuddling. 

“No! It was absolutely perfect…you treat me so well.” He turned on his side, which meant he wanted to spoon. Specifically, he wanted to be the little spoon. 

You obliged, and cuddled close to him. “Good…Now…We can cuddle for a bit. But then it’s my turn.” 

He hummed. You knew he’d treat you right too. But first, there needed to be many cuddles. He may be a sub, but he could be a service sub. He wanted to serve you, in every meaning of the word. When he wasn’t being a brat at least…

“I love you too.” He said in response to your earlier comment. He got comfortable, and fell asleep almost instantly. 

In that case…you could always have him take care of you later. His comfort was more important anyways. You were patient, so it could wait. 

You fell asleep soon after, content in being so close to the demon you loved. And you knew he loved you too, as much as a demon could love. And in Mammon’s case? That was a lot. 

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 17- Cum Play

Yeah. Had to go Jika again. Because Jika cum is literally iredescent holographic jelly highlighter as far as looks and consistancy.

A billion thanks to @starsandskies for her kinktober prompts. You're awesome and amazing.

Enjoy.

Kinktober Day 17- Cum play. 

There was something innately special about jika cum. It looked like a holographic highlighter jelly. It tasted slightly minty. And because of the properties of the fluid that surrounded each sperm cell, that in itself looked like a little speck of glitter, meant it had certain “effects” on human skin. 

Most noteworthy that had been experienced so far- it could be used like sunscreen and treat sunburn and even heal scars and even was moisturizing and helped keep any fine lines and wrinkles at bay and keep the appearance of celulite at bay as well. 

However, it also could be used simply for cosmetic purposes like an actual holographic highlighter. And it could be used as a paint too, which depending on what color of paper or what kind of paper or canvas was used as well as how thick or thinly it was applied, meant a huge array of colors could be achieved and it was better than any dual chrome eyeshadow or highlighter. 

So here Kiara sat in her art studio, using her Isthantari’s own cum to paint it onto her latest masterpiece, featuring the cum as her medium. But the source of such amazing effects had to be kept rather secret. 

Especially since in Jika hierarchy, only a queen Jika would ever receive a male consort’s cum and would use it to fertilize her near limitless supply of eggs. 

However, because of an engineered redundancy, most queens had three to five times the consorts to choose from to be their royal consorts and really only needed between a dozen to two dozen of them, meaning that the royal batches for the princess' consorts numbered in the hundreds as far as her prospects to choose from. And the remaining ones, were simply assigned to serve the hive in other ways, and were given luxurious accommodations because they were royal consorts after all. Which was indicated by the purple sheen to the black of the black and yellow that colored their exoskeleton. However, because they were royal consorts, meant that they were not slaves to the hive mind. Instead, the queen controlled it entirely and they simply answered to her via the hivemind when she would use the hivemind like a computer to simply get updates in the various aspects of business, the hive’s health and food supply and work, etc.

But royal consorts were literally bred to serve a queen, and treat her like a goddess. To feed her, care for her, surround her in comfort via their own jika silk and breed her as she so desired. And because of the incubation time, meant that their own brains were just as intelligent and advanced as their queen’s was. 

However for every advantage, there was a disadvantage. To be a chosen consort- meant that that consort’s brain atrophed until all they knew was their own name, and how their queen who had chosen them- liked and wanted and could still have the ability to provide that to her in exchange for breeding rights to the queen. And when a queen either died, or was taken over by another, they were usually killed off with their queen. 

Which is why most of the consorts who knew the risks of that- if they felt the queen was weak and likely to be overthrown could simply choose not to induce any more intimacy or try to court her harder than their batchmates, not only to keep their intelligent mind intact, but if and when that queen could be overthrown, they were not in danger of being killed off. They would simply answer to whichever queen took her place and carry on with business as usual.

But the danger that most unchosen consorts now faced when they were stationed on Earth- is that the way the queen ruled the hive and her consorts and to the degree- the hive mind- was through her own pheromones. 

And Earth’s inhabitants also had pheromones and while most people on Earth didn’t think anything about their own pheromones, other than simply applying deodorant to keep body odor under control, is that non chosen consorts were just as susceptible to the pheromones of the peoples of Earth because of how shockingly similar it was to thier own pheramones. And they had a penchant for larger women. Because in Jika society and culture, the larger the queen, the better the hive and the more children she can birth and the more successful the hive can be and also was a sign that her consorts fed and cared for her exceedingly well to the point that she could get so large, she could no longer move under her own power and had to have her consorts create a nest of their silk around her and use that nest to carry her around once she got to be that big herself. 

And the queen- for being so powerful, was surprisingly delicate, her own exoskeleton was much softer and stretchier to accommodate her ever growing size and was similar to a laundry pod in texture.

But in Jika culture, it was downright dangerous for any other being to pose a threat, even an unwitting and uncontrollable one to a queen. Who had an entire hive at her disposal to kill any and all threats to her rulership over the hive. Even when that “threat” was a being who was incapable of replacing a queen and doing anything with the hive, much less the hive mind itself.

However, there was a silver lining.

In Jika society, the last batch of a successful queen who got to hand down her hive to a daughter and her own batch of consorts, both chosen and unchosen, got to go home to the homeworld. And the last batch was incubated in the queen herself. And once they hatched from that abdomen, it’s now deflated and unusable state could be cut off and the queen could now move of her own accord and hand rear and train her last batch herself along with her chosen consorts. These were considered super batches. Which produced Super Queens and Super Consorts. They were the best of the best of the species. 

And right now, a Super Queen by the name of Queen Kat was controlling the Jika hive that was stationed near Earth. And while she tolerated the un chosen consorts of her predecessor, who she herself had slain to take control of the hive. And since she already had an extra large batch of Super Consorts at her side. She realized that the native Earth women who the un-chosen consorts chose as their life partners, posed no personal threat to her or to the hive at large. And while usually such a thing was an executional offense. The output from these unchosen consorts who had pair bonded with a native of Earth was actually much higher than the ones who had not done so. And because of the situation between the Jika and Earth and the Federation and the very profitable alliance of the three. She knew it was best for the hive to simply tolerate the "other lesser Isthantaries". So for the good of the hive, she permitted it- but only with the understanding that the un-chosen consort's loyalty to her and to the hive be above their own loyalty and affection to their life partners and if the unchosen consorts ever stepped out of line or showed more loyalty or obedience to their Isthantaries or slacked in thier own duties- she could kill them with no recourse for their life partner.   

Which was why the unchosen consorts, if they chose to have a life partner, an Isthantari of their own besides their own queen- they did so at their own risk. And such a thing had to remain discrete if it was going to be permitted. 

But that did not stop the native Earth women who had pairbonded with the unchosen consorts who could call each other by Isthantari- from experimenting both with their Isthantaris and explore their differences in anatomy and what Kiara was currently doing- exploring the beautiful art she could create with her Isthantari Jarek’s cum as an art medium.

And while Jarek had never thought that his own cum could be useful or appreciated or admired for more that what it was intended to be- if he could blush, he would be- seeing his Isthantari practically covered in it and paint with it on her canvas', mixing in different pigments to create a masterpiece that was the product of their love and only hoped that when Kiara’s art gallery opening would not attract the unwanted attention of Queen Kat. But would hopefully get Kiara’s art talent even with such a thing as his cum as her medium- the recognition of being the great artist she was. 

“There, what do you think?” Kiara asked once she seemed to be done as she cleaned up the edges and put the lids back on the jars of the cum that she had put his cum into before she put them back into the refrigerator to keep “fresh” as paint. 

“It’s beautiful, just like you.” Jarek praised as he came over and massaged her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. 

“You say that about every piece of art I make.” Kiara giggled. 

“Well it’s as true with this one as it has been for all the others. The movement you created with the brush strokes is captivating.” He praised before he sprayed the canvas with a special solution from his spinnerette to keep the “art” that was on the canvas, both preserved yet fixed so it wouldn’t move when she would move the canvas and install it into the gallery before she carefully set it aside with the others. Eager to move into the section in the art gallery that weekend so she could show off her latest collection. And hopefully- gain at least recognition and notariety in the art circles.

[bbgthoma]

— DAY 16 ; WEREWOLF!AU cyno x gn!reader

cw. blowjob

word count. 716

a/n. ik ik, i am late, again😭 also dw, you’re not giving a head to cyno on his werewolf form💀

KINK/FLUFFTOBER

cyno always wore a wolf hat and you thought it was because he liked wolves or because he thought it looked cool. but today, you woke up at 5am to see a werewolf in your bathroom. you were so much scared that not a single noise could drop off your mouth, you were shaking. noticing how the beast wasn’t paying attention to you, you grabbed something the closest to you, a bathroom spray, ready to spray it on its eyes.

it quickly turns its head to look at you which gives you the chills. you were about to spray it in his eyes but then realized something, the werewolf had cyno’s eyes. “cyno..?” you asked unsure. he let out a little sound, he sounded scared and hurt. “oh cyno, i’m sorry, i didn’t realize it was you” you said as you hugged him. his fur was warm and soft.

he was trembling but you found that weird, what could have possibly frightened him so much? he’s the type to be scared of nothing. you were so preoccupied to find the reason behind his fear when cyno suddenly said “please tell me you’re not gonna leave my sight, promise me to keep yourself safe”

you looked at him confused to notice he had returned in his human form. tears were in his eyes. “oh cyno, what’s wrong?” you asked as you wiped away his tears. “your eyes are so pretty, don’t cry” you then whispered putting up his hair to kiss his forehead. “i got threatened by someone that they’ll kill you, i don’t want you to die” he said on a teary tone.

“oh cyno, don’t worry about it, i won’t die” you said as you hugged him tightly. “ow ow ow” he whined as you quickly backed off apologizing. “look at yourself, all hurt. like a little stray dog” you said as you looked at him up and down. “oh shut it” he growls which makes you chuckle. “go on the bed, i’ll bring some bandages to cover your injuries.

cyno nodded and walked out of the bathroom, meanwhile, you started to look for the first aid box. after finding it, you walked to your room to see cyno laying on a chair laying his head back tiredly. fuck, he looks hot you told yourself. you sat in front of him and said “cyno sit up, i need to wrap the bandage around your wraist”

the white haired man groaned and got up sighing. you started wrapping it around his waist trying to ignore the fact that he was staring at you. suddenly, you noticed a bump on his pants, between his legs. your cheeks heat up as you try to focus on the bandaging.

you then accidentally rubbed your hand on his dick making him groan. “you’re doing this on purpose aren’t you?” he complained on a heavy breathe. “maybe” you replied on a teasing tone. “don’t rub it, suck it” he then said as you bit your lower lip. you nodded as you pulled down his pants and boxer.

you then slightly spread his legs and opened your mouth leaning over his dick. you started licking it which made cyno let out a gasp. “i said suck, not rub, not lick” he complained. “so sensitive” you said pulling out your tongue. he glared at you as you sighed rolling your eyes. you wrapped your tongue around his dick and started sucking him off.

he let out gentle moans as you put your head up and down. “faster” he begged as you did as he said. “just like that…” he moaned leaning on his chair. after 3 minutes of sucking, you felt your jaw getting tired as he says “don’t stop, i’m close” and you nod. you keep up for another minute as he starts cumming in your mouth.

he stares at you drinking up his white orgasm and smiles. “you look so beautiful like that… sucking my cock… getting some of my cum, makes me wanna fuck you hard” he says biting his lips. finishing to drink up his cum, you pull away shaking your head in denial. “you shouldn’t do any aggressive movements, you have to let your body rest” you insisted making him roll his eyes. “yeah yeah, whatever” he mumbled.

[suzy-queued]

Day 17: "Take it off. Slowly."

Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings

Ok, so I know that they didn't have bars in their prison cell. But when I thought about Ian wrapping his giant hand around Mickey's like he did in the freezer in season 1, my brain derailed and I had no other thoughts.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 1: Sex toys(Feed My Frankenstein)

warnings/kinks: scientific experimentation, sex toys, use of drugs, drugging, semen collection, fake pussy, creampie word count: 1.6k pairings: Android 17 x Fem!Reader tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom. @xailem, @loki-love. If you want to be part of the tag list, please just message me or send an ask in my inbox.

Bright lights flash on his face. He feels a little panicked, but when he smells your perfume, he feels a little more calm. You smile when you realize he’s awake. Android 17 fights against the restraints that keep him firmly placed on the examination table. He trusts you, mostly. You are still Dr. Gero’s assistant after all. But with the way you treat him, 17 knows that you can be trusted. This is just frightening for him, though. He is worried that maybe you have some sort of sinister test waiting for him.

“Good to see you awake,” you say as you come closer to him. “Dr. Gero was beginning to worry.”

Flashbacks of a struggle and then being injected with something flash through 17’s mind. He knows that it’s because of his reluctance to these tests that he has to endure such treatment. Whenever 17 has to take a test, he always prefers it would be you administering it. Often it is Dr. Gero, who is so much more rough with him than you are. 17 shudders when you push back some of his hair.

“Are you ready for the male hormone test now? It’s really simple, and I think you’ll enjoy it.” You question him, and he sighs.

“Like I have a choice,” 17 spits out. He is completely restrained to the table. It’s a comfortable table at least.

You walk over to the desk in the corner and you begin typing something into the computer. A series of beeps and boops fill the air before a cylindrical device begins descending from the ceiling. 17 is confused by this device. You know what it’s for. Dr. Gero had you build this machine specifically with the thought of testing 17 in mind. This will be able to show you if the Androids are even able to have children. 

“This won’t hurt a bit. I’ll need to remove all your clothing.” You begin with his pants, undoing them as best as you can through the restraints. Then the shirt, which you cut off his body.

“Isn’t that just a waste?” 17 remarks sarcastically. You smile sweetly as you remove his underwear.

You gasp as you see the size of him. The length is slightly above average, but it’s the girth. He is quite thick around. You know you did the right thing getting the large size for the rings. You pull on some nitrile gloves and pick up your clipboard. 17 can’t even look you in the eyes right now. All his cockiness has been pushed aside for timidity.

“Such a large specimen,” you mutter to yourself. Gently, you grasp his cock in your hand and he hisses through gritted teeth.

“Hey! Be careful,” 17 moans loudly, unaware of how needy he really is.

You write down a few things on your clipboard before setting it aside. On the desk in the corner of the room, you procure a syringe and a bottle of some sort of pink fluid. 17 knows that you’re about to inject him with something.

“This is a virility drug. It’s mixed with sildenafil.” You explain to him. He swallows hard. He knows what this test is going to be for.

You inject him with the proper dosage and then you give him time to react to the drug. It doesn’t take long for him to get even harder than he was before. His cheeks are pink as the arousal takes a hold of him.

“How are you feeling now?” You ask him, scribbling more notes on your clipboard.

“How do you think I feel? You just injected me with probably the world’s strongest viagra. I’m horny as hell!” 17 seethes as he wriggles on the table.

“Yes, don’t worry about that. I’m here to test the potency of your sperm. So rest assured, you will get off.” He hates that he loves how smart you are. You never sugarcoat anything, and he loves the technical jargon you always use.

You set the clipboard aside once more before returning to him. With gloved hands, you grasp his cock. It’s leaking so much precum at this point, and you just touching him has him moaning softly. You love that you get to administer this test. You’ve been pining after him for so long.

“You’re very erect. It must feel pretty good to have my hands on it, yes?” 17 doesn’t even want to answer this. It feels heavenly.

You cup his balls and you realize how heavy they are. It’s a shame you’ll have to put a ring on both his cock and his balls for the first part of the test. It’s meant to test how long it’ll take for him to cum. But seeing as you need as much cum as possible, you need to make sure he lasts as long as he can.

“This might be a little cool to the touch,” you tell him as you grab both metal rings. You had opted for something better, but metal was all you were given.

17 whines as you begin fitting him with the rings. First, the one on his balls is put on. It squeezes a little bit, making them feel even more sensitive. Then you slip the one for his cock, smirking at how it is the perfect fit. He feels so lost in a thick fog of lust. He wants nothing more than a sweet release.

“I’m going to start the extracting machine now,” you begin as you walk over to the computer once more. “Unless you prefer I do this manually.” 

Though you are only joking. There’s no way you should get involved more than scientifically. Even if just the thought of jerking him off makes your panties so damp. Already you’re fighting off every urge to straddle him, push back your panties and ride him all day long.

A few more clicks of your mouse, and the extractor machine comes down fully. It opens up to 17 and shows him a fake pussy. He laughs when he realizes what this is. It’s a sex toy attached to a mechanical arm. It’s going to fuck him, and it’s going to make him cum. Just so that you can test his sperm, whatever that means.

17 doesn’t anticipate just how excited he is for this. Before he became an android, he was a loner. He barely got laid as it is, but this was going to be even better than he imagined. Now if only you could take off that damn lab coat, things might get a little kinkier in here. He thrusts his hips up slightly as the drug begins making him even more aroused. You rush over when you realize you’ve forgotten a step.

“I’m sorry 17, I haven’t even given you the proper lubrication.” 

His head is buzzing as he realizes what you mean. You pick up a bottle of generic water-based lube and you squirt some on your gloved hands. Then you grasp his cock again and you begin stroking him to make sure every drop is on his cock.

17 whines as you keep up a steady pace. This is mostly for your own benefit. You wanted to give him a little pleasure as well. His balls feel so tight already and he isn’t sure if it’s you or the drugs or the ring. It doesn’t matter. Everything feels so good right now. He feels like he could cum right away.

“There we are. Now, time to get you off.” You giggle softly, and his cock twitches at the sound.

17 moans loudly as the toy begins to swallow his cock. He can barely watch as he reaches so deep inside of it. It’s a slow pace to start, and he is quite grateful. He didn’t think something like this would feel so good. And to his luck, you remove your lab coat, revealing a tight sweater that accentuates your gorgeous tits.

“I knew you looked great under that coat,” 17 struggles to say. The machine begins jerking him off a little faster, and another moan falls from his lips.

You smirk at the display in front of you. When Dr. Gero first announced this test, you knew you had to jump on this chance. There was no way that 17 was going to let the doctor administer such an intimate test.

“Tell me how you feel,” you ask him. He rolls his eyes before whimpering softly.

The machine begins at a faster and deeper pace. 17 feels his heart beginning to race in his chest. This is too much. It’s way too good. It’s like this machine knows exactly how to make him feel so good. You probably studied his habits and programmed it to know how he likes to be ridden. This is all your fault.

“I feel fucking good, okay? Obviously I do.” He’s so shy right now. But it feels sensational. He can’t quiet the whines and the whimpers.

You reach over to cup his heavy balls, and that’s all it takes for him to fall off the edge. 17 cries out loudly, his orgasm taking hold of him completely. He mutters the sweetest little moans and pleading. It turns you on more than you could ever believe. You’ve never seen anything so sexual in your life. 

“Fuck yes! Fuck!” He’s moaning as the toy continues to milk him. Eventually, it slows to a gentle pace and it has 17 whimpering and shaking on the table.

You jot down a few more notes then you go back to the computer. The machine stops, leaving 17 on the table alone. His cock is still quite hard, you notice. Well, you did inject him with something strong after all. You walk over to him and strip off your gloves. You hover over him for a moment before smirking.

“Guess I’ll have to finish the job manually.” You say as you grasp his cock. 17 moans as you begin jerking him off.

‘Guess these tests aren’t so bad after all…’

[vampirefest]

[gallawitchxx]

i feel very sensitive about 4x11 okay?! so much so that besides this drabble, I also wrote this little number for kinktober last year. but more importantly, our beloved @energievie wrote this fic about mickey's long hair & how much ian fucking loves it & you should absolutely read it too!

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day 17: hair pulling for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

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Red curls tangle between blood-stained fingers, catching slightly before releasing again, and Ian whines around Mickey’s dick.

He’s never touched Ian like this before, not really. Maybe once or twice in the heat of some hurried moment, but not when they had the time. Definitely not when it couldn’t be blamed on desperate grasps while on the verge of release.

But this is different. Tender, almost. And why shouldn’t it be?

They’re together now.

I want everybody here to know, I’m fucking gay.

Tattooed knuckles make a fist against his skull, tugging sharply, and Ian gets back to giving thanks.