#kinktober day 26

[aphroditelovesu]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Six — Wedding Night

❝ ☀️ — lady l: day twenty-six of kinktober! Yes, I know I'm late with the last ones and I apologize! But here it is now and I hope you like it!

❝ ☀️pairing: soft yandere!apollo x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering.

❝☀️word count: 1,340.

❝tag: @compulsiivedreamer

On the wedding night of the wedding of the god Apollo and (Y/N), Olympus shone with a special luminosity. Zeus, the King of the gods, prepared a heavenly room for the couple. The walls were adorned with golden frescoes depicting the heroic deeds of Apollo.

A white silk canopy fluttered over the bed, which was covered in crimson rose petals. The gentle melody of Apollo's lyre echoed in the room as he expertly played it, creating a magical soundtrack for the night.

The ceiling, decorated with twinkling stars, gave the feeling that they were under the sky itself. A crystal chandelier hung in the center, casting dancing reflections of light throughout the room.

You were nervous about your first time with your new husband. Not just because you were inexperienced but because he was a god. So nervous wasn't the right word, perhaps, but rather scared.

And you felt your hands shaking a little as Apollo guided you to the large bed, his gaze softening when he saw how nervous you were.

"I won't hurt you." He said, stroking your face gently as you sat down. You smiled at him and nodded.

"I know."

Apollo kissed your forehead, "Then there's no need to be so nervous. I'll take care of you and make you feel good."

Apollo kissed your lips carefully, a gentle and soft kiss that quickly turned passionate. The god's arms wrapped around your waist and brought you closer to him, his tongue touching yours in a possessive and dominant way. You moaned into the kiss when you felt him take one of your hands to the clasp of your wedding dress.

You took a deep breath as you pulled away, your lips swollen and Apollo's face glowed with desire. Apollo skillfully removed your dress and kissed your neck, sucking the sensitive, soft skin gently. You gasped and took a deep breath, your hands gripping his arms.

Apollo purred and caressed your thigh, his hands squeezing the soft, warm flesh, eliciting sighs from you. The god kissed the hollow of her breasts, his teeth lightly marking the sensitive skin.

"Ah…" You sighed and leaned back against his chest, and he smiled and kissed his earlobe. You closed your eyes when you felt his hand on your thigh come up and rub your pussy covered in the thin panties you were wearing.

"I didn't know you liked that kind of clothes, my sunshine." He purred in your ear and his index finger slid down your slit, rubbing with a little force, making you moan softly.

"Only for my husband." You smiled mischievously and Apollo purred in approval, sucking on your neck and squeezing you tightly. You gripped the muscles in his arm, holding yourself steady as your wetness was touched by the god's slender fingers.

Apolo pulled your panties to the side and inserted a finger into your tight heat, making you bite your lip to hold back a moan.

"No." He said disapprovingly, "I want to hear your sounds."

You sighed as he shook his finger and rubbed it over your clit. You moaned softly, feeling your pussy tighten around his finger.

"You swallow my fingers so well… I imagine what it must be like with my cock." Apollo licked his lips in anticipation and kissed your lips tenderly in a perfunctory kiss. You gasped in pain as he introduced a second finger, spreading you wider.

"It will pass… The pain will pass, my love." He whispered and kissed your cheek, moving his fingers into your heat slowly. It still hurt a little, but as you relaxed under his touch, you began to feel a little pleasure.

Apollo took one hand to your bare breast and squeezed it, squeezing your breasts affectionately. You sighed as he came closer and licked the your nipple, his tongue bringing you sensations you never thought you could feel. You tried not to think about what his tongue would feel like licking you further down.

The god removed his fingers from inside you and you whimpered in frustration. Apollo smiled and licked his fingers, tasting you. He laid you down on the bed and removed your panties completely, sliding them down your legs. Apollo spread your legs and placed his head between them, you gasped as you felt his hot breath being blown against your exposed pussy.

"Oh…" You moaned softly when Apollo dove into you, his tongue licking all over your most intimate and private part. You sighed in pleasure when he licked your clit. He held your thighs and penetrated you with his tongue, making you moan his name like a prayer, "Apollo… Please!"

You begged him, begged him to take you at once.

"As my wife commands." Apollo smiled mischievously, reluctantly pulling away from your pussy and quickly removed your chiton and you sighed with desire at the sight of his naked body. The body you so desperately wanted.

You leaned back a little on the bed when he approached you like a predator and took a deep breath, placing your head against the soft pillow. Apollo got between your legs and rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet slit.

Apollo stretched his body and took your lips in a passionate and lust-filled kiss, you opened your mouth a little and allowed him to put his tongue in it, touching yours in a possessive way. You wrapped your arms around your husband's waist, pulling him close to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were slightly swollen and your face was flushed. To Apollo, you were a goddess. He licked his lips and gently pushed his cock into your tight cunt, immediately feeling how your inner walls clung to him.

You held back a groan of pain, not being used to this sensation. It wasn't bad, but just weird.

As Apolo pushed himself even deeper, you began to feel a burning sensation in your private part and you held back a groan of pain. You closed your eyes tightly and bit your bottom lip.

Apollo kissed your forehead affectionately and held your hands, intertwining your fingers and squeezing them lightly.

"Open your eyes, my love." He whispered against your lips, "I want to see your beautiful eyes."

You obeyed him and opened your eyes, looking into Apollo's blue ones who smiled lovingly at you. You took a deep breath when he moved his hips a little harder, squeezing your hand instinctively.

Apollo moaned your name as your pussy squeezed him and he kissed your neck, fucking you a little harder. Your inner walls clung desperately to the god, who moaned against your soft skin.

You moaned when Apolo let go of your hand and brought it to your clit, rubbing it slowly. It sent waves of pleasure through your body and you opened your mouth, sighing in pleasure.

Apollo, feeling your body relaxing under his touch, accelerated his movements and began to hit you, eliciting moans and sly little screams from you.

"A-Apollo!" You moaned his name. Apolo fucked you hard and rubbed your clit harder, extracting pleasure from your aching body.

Apollo moaned your name loudly as he came inside you, his cum being released inside your tight pussy. He rubbed your clit for a few more minutes when you finally came on his fingers.

You were panting and sweaty, feeling pleasantly satisfied. Your first time with your husband had been very pleasant.

Apollo smiled and kissed your hand, staring at you with lust and love. You felt your pussy throb at the sight and knew that the night was far from over.

And you were happy about that.

The god of sun, with his golden radiance, (Y/N), with her deadly beauty, met under the canopy, swearing eternal love in the starlight. As Apollo and (Y/N) fell into love, their wedding night shone with the intensity of the sun and the passion of mortals and gods united in eternal love.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 26 - Overstimulation

Gaz x Soap - 1.6k (on ao3)

summary: Johnny and Kyle get a little carried away on a night out. (Johnny POV)

cw: poly 141, public sex (they don't get caught by anyone else but ghost and price watch them), making out, teasing degradation, some super light puppy play (in the way ghost talks to soap and gaz)

note: i didn't notice until i finished but this is... not really overstimulation. but it's what you're getting! sorry (not really)

Soap’s always loved to make out with Gaz. He matches Soap’s energy perfectly, completely willing to pull when Johnny pushes, to bite back when he gets a bit worked up. Johnny’s so used to always being the more enthusiastic partner, having someone to match his energy is almost relieving.

It’s also addictive. Half the time they hook up, they never get any further than some heavy petting, instead just laying with each other and making out for hours on end. Sometimes they get off - clumsy hands, humping against each other’s hips or thighs or stomachs - but sometimes the act is just the kissing. It’s enough, with Gaz.

But sometimes it feels almost like too much.

Sitting in an old leather booth in a dive bar, Soap’s legs tangled with Kyle’s while they make out, it feels like too much. The music is so loud that it’s difficult to hear someone at your own table speaking, there’s a thick cloud of smoke floating over that smells suspiciously like weed, and Johnny can feel Ghost staring at them. (It doesn’t bother him - Ghost is the perfect voyeur to Soap’s exhibitionist.)

The constant presence of everything else floats away as Johnny’s tongue tangles with Kyle’s. The other man tastes like the tequila shots they’d taken, the taste passing from one mouth to the other. Where Soap is all nipping kisses, trying to stick his tongue as far down Gaz’s throat as he can, Gaz is focused on the touch of it all, hands wandering over Johnny’s chest while he tangles their tongue together.

Johnny hitches a leg over Kyle’s lap, so that his knee is pressed up against his half-hard cock, and his own length is pressed to Gaz’s side. When he wraps his arms around Kyle’s waist, the other’s going around his neck, they’re both in the perfect position to grind against each other.

And oh it feels good to grind against the hard muscle of Kyle’s side, to lean his weight onto the other man and feel himself tugged closer. Gaz whimpers into his mouth when Soap’s knee shifts further forward, his hips beginning to rock into the pressure.

“Jesus,” Soap hears Ghost murmur, the sound of his glass being set down loud despite all the noise. He can’t help but smirk into his kiss, feels Kyle reciprocate. 

He spares a moment to glance over his shoulder at Simon, Gaz’s lips immediately going to his neck. “Jealous, sir?”

Ghost snorts, shaking his head dismissively as he crosses his arms. “Jealous of what, those sloppy kisses? Jealous of two pups humpin’ each other? I could have each of you ridin’ my boots with just a look, there’s nothin’ to be jealous of.”

Soap smirks, goes to bite out something about Ghost’s tone betraying him when Gaz grabs him by the nape of his neck, tugging their mouths back together.

“Gonna - get - us - in - trouble,” he whispers between nipping kisses, sharp spikes of pleasure-pain left against Johnny’s bottom lip, then the soothing stroke of his tongue. “Not lettin’ you take me down with you, MacTavish.”

Johnny’s laugh is a little loud for such close proximity, and Kyle presses their lips together to muffle him.

They stay like that for several long moments - humping each other, smiling into the kiss. They end up more bumping teeth and biting at each other than kissing, both lips stinging at the roughening treatment. 

It’s fun to play with his fellow sergeant like this, to take knowing that Gaz will give. Ghost and Price are so commanding, always so in control of what’s happening, and Soap loves submitting to that but he also loves the reprieve of a casual kiss with Kyle. 

His hips work a bit faster at Gaz’s hip as the low simmering in his gut grows warmer and warmer. The desire to get off is becoming a substantial need, driving him closer and closer to the other man. He levers himself up a bit more, so he’s fully sitting over Kyle’s thigh, and moves his arms up so he can scratch at the man’s back.

Gaz grunts, hips bucking up into Johnny’s knee as he arcs his back further into the sting of nails down his back. His arms stay around Soap’s neck, tugging him further down so there’s hardly an inch of space between their bodies.

It’s good to get off like this. A slow growing pleasure controlled only by them, no waiting (or begging) for permission, an orgasm controlled just by them. The freedom is rare, and Soap savors it as much as he savors the taste of Gaz’s tongue.

He doesn’t notice when Price comes back to the table with a fresh round of drinks, only clueing in to the man’s presence when he speaks.

“They’re still going at it?”

A grunt from Simon. “Think they’re almost finished.”

Price sighs, and Kyle and Johnny share a smile with each other. There’s nothing quite like putting out the Captain, and the casual way he had spoken leaves both of them even hornier. 

Soap is the first to come, like he almost always is when he’s allowed to control his own orgasms. One is rarely enough for him with his sex drive as high as it is, and he already knows he’s got a few more in him as he gets himself off against Kyle.

His climax is slow, a building thing coming from his gut and moving through him in long waves. It hardly even feels like an orgasm, more like strong waves of pleasure that nearly bowl him over. If his boxers didn’t get uncomfortably wet, he might have thought he was just exceptionally horny.

But he shudders through the peak, panting into Gaz’s mouth and leaving the other man to do most of the work as he humped erratically, hips moving on instinct alone.

He has enough sense to know better than to leave Kyle hanging, so he lets his arms drop to the man’s waist and sneaks his hands up the white shirt he’d worn. He tries to press his knee further into Gaz’s movements, stroking over his chest.

It’s the pinch to his nipple that finally gets him, Soap’s short nails digging in and giving him just enough pain to get off. Johnny pulls back enough to watch Gaz’s eyes go wide, watch him bite his lip to hold back a moan (even though someone has surely noticed what they’re doing). Soap is quick to lean in and return Gaz’s favor from before, loving their lips together to quiet his moans.

Johnny recovers before Gaz does. Slowly but surely he starts to shift against the man’s thigh, his cock pushing uncomfortably at his now soaked underwear. There’s an element of humiliation that comes with humping your friend with cum filled boxers, and that only makes Johnny more eager.

“Soap,” Gaz moans, letting his forehead fall forward to Johnny’s forehead and trying to move his own hips away from the pressure Johnny’s hadn’t pulled away. “Too much, too soon.”

“Nah,” Soap pants, settling into a faster rhythm now, working himself up much more quickly. “Nah, c’mon, feels good.”

Gaz shakes his head, grunting. “No, mate, it’s- fuck, ouch, how are you not too sensitive?”

Johnny’s orgasm comes far quicker, like a tidal wave in the distance that he watches grow closer and closer. He’s nearly breathless as he falls forward a bit, giving more of his weight to Kyle and almost kneeling on top of his groin. “Feels, fuck, feels so good… you don’t wanna feel good too? Come on, mate.”

Johnny reaches down, pressing a hand roughly down on Kyle’s crotch. The other man yelps spine going straight as he tries to squirm away.

“Johnny! Stop, stop, that- ow, motherfucker!”

Soap would laugh if he wasn’t riding the edge himself, pressing his entire weight into Gaz’s body, hips working in quick little thrusts. He can feel himself throbbing, grits his teeth when he can practically taste the orgasm.

Gaz tries to get revenge by gripping Johnny’s cock through his pants with a (frankly unreasonably) tight hold, a sharp squeeze.

The jokes on him though - the spike of pain is what gets Johnny off.

He settles a bit more after the second orgasm, the cum becoming a truly horrendous discomfort in his boxers, but worth it for the pleasure cooling his bones. He slumps against Gaz until the other man shoves him off, legs shaking slightly.

“That was quite the show,” Price rumbles, and Soap smiles with his eyes still closed, basking. “Think everyone else enjoyed it?”

Ghost grunts. “How could they not? Two of them moanin’ like that, damn lucky we didn’t get kicked out.”

That startles a laugh from Soap, the playful degradation a pleasant familiarity from Ghost. He blinks open a bit blearily, makes eye contact with the masked man. “Couldn’t have been too loud, what with him tryin’ to suffocate me.”

Gaz makes an offended noise, kicking the side of Johnny’s leg. “Shut it. You nearly had me choking on your tongue.”

There are soft sounds of amusement from all of the men, and Price slides a try with four shot glasses towards the sergeants once they all calm.

“Your tequila, boys. Should give you enough energy for another show.”

Johnny can’t help but smirk when he and Kyle make eye-contact, both wearing matching expressions. If Price is already trying to get them drunk, it’s going to be a long night.

He grins as he downs the first shot, already looking forward to it.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twenty-Six: Masturbation - Jisung/Minho

Tags: Fingering, getting caught, roommates, voyeurism

AO3 Link

When Jisung had first learned that he was going to get a new roommate for the next semester, he was a little nervous. He had been rooming with Chan for the past year and now he had graduated, so Jisung was left to find a new roommate. Chan thankfully knew of someone who was just a year below him and in need of a roommate so Jisung agreed they could room together. He felt a little less nervous after knowing he would be with someone who Chan knew because he trusted the elder with his life, even though he had an atrocious sleep schedule. 

What he hadn’t expected was for Chan’s friend to be so hot . Lee Minho. The hottest man Jisung had ever laid eyes on. He was a walking wet dream. When he walked in the door, Jisung nearly got on his knees right then and there. He had a perfectly sculpted face–high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and a jawline one could cut marble with–and a rosebud pink mouth, and eyes that pierced through Jisung’s soul. He was clearly well built, with hard lines of muscle and prominent veins going up from his hands to his forearms. Jisung wanted to bite him. 

Not only was he hot, but he was also the funniest–albeit weirdest–and sweetest person he had ever met. He took care of him, cooked for him, and he loved cats, and put up with all of his rants about random topics that didn’t even make sense half the time. Jisung was a weak man and Minho seemed to hit all of his weaknesses square on the nose. He wanted him in every way possible, but as far as he knew, Minho wasn’t interested, even when their friendship got to the point of hanging out with each other at every waking moment. His friends said he was in denial, but he informed them that they were reading into things. 

An unfortunate outcome of living with a man who looked like he was straight out of a kdrama and had also made his way into Jisung’s life as his best friend was the incessant horniness. He had never gotten off so much in his entire life. He burned with shame every time he thought about Minho like that–above him, touching him, kissing him, fucking him . But his need always overrode the shame and he ended up touching himself to those thoughts anyway, coming with loud cries of Minho’s name. 

And that’s where he found himself one evening after Minho had left to go to his evening class. They shared a bedroom so Jisung always waited for him to be gone from their apartment or he got himself off quickly in the shower. Now he had a whole hour of free time and he wasn’t going to pass it up. 

Minho had looked especially good that day. When Jisung was crawling out of bed with messed up hair, Minho was returning from the gym, wearing nothing but some baggy shorts and a tight black tank top. His arms were bulging with muscle and his veins were even more prominent from his recent workout. And then he showered and left the bathroom with only a towel on, and Jisung nearly died right then and there. Somehow, he continued to look progressively more attractive even as he got dressed, putting on a lavender turtleneck that hugged his arms and torso and made him look so pretty he could have cried. It was too much. 

So now Jisung was here, two fingers deep in his ass, lube dripping down his thighs from the ridiculous amount he had used. Next to him on the bed was a dildo, one big enough to make him sore the next day. His chest was pressed against the bed, ass in the air, and he muffled his moans against the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out of himself. He imagined his finger’s were Minho’s. They could probably reach so much deeper than his did. Jisung’s fingers never did enough, but he knew just by the amount of times he had stared at Minho’s hands that he would be able to fill him up so well with those alone. 

He slipped in a third finger after a moment, moaning out a whiny, “Minho,” as he did so. He imagined Minho behind him, holding his waist, digging his fingers into his soft, sensitive skin. He imagined Minho calling him pretty as he stuffed his hole with three fingers and pressed them against his prostate. Jisung’s body jerked at the mere thought. 

He spread his fingers and mewled at the stretch. It was good but it wasn’t enough . He needed more, needed it desperately. He needed Minho’s touch, Minho’s cock. 

“Please, please, fuck me,” he whimpered helplessly against the sheets. No one responded, but he had an active imagination. He could almost hear Minho, his overly sweet, teasing voice echoing inside his head. “So desperate and needy, hm? You really need my cock that bad, jagi?” 

Jisung moaned and nodded. He pumped his fingers inside himself a couple times and gasped when he just barely brushed against his prostate. “Yes, Minho-hyung, I need you so bad .” He bit his lip as he began to push his pinky finger against his rim to fill himself up with four fingers. The stretch burned a bit but it wasn’t his first time doing it. He let himself adjust for a moment before his began fucking himself like that. 

The stretch felt good but he couldn’t get deep enough. He let out a huff of frustration and removed his fingers. He was stretched enough. He could take the dildo now. It wasn’t a real cock but he could close his eyes and pretend it was Minho he was riding. 

He positioned himself on his knees and placed the dildo against his hole. He bit his lip as he began to sink down on it and a whimper caught in his throat. It stretched his hole more than even his four fingers could and by the time he’d fully sat on it he was already breathless. He raised him on shaky legs and then dropped his hips. His mouth fell open in a moan and he closed his eyes, letting the pleasure warming his stomach take over his senses. He imagined Minho in front of him, holding his hips as he rode him. He imagined him kissing his neck, praising him with his soft lips pressed against him. Jisung shuddered. 

“ Hyungg ,” he whined. A drop of sweat ran down his face. “Minho, Minho.” Minho’s name spilled from his mouth like a desperate prayer. He wanted him so bad it hurt. He was so fucking desperate, so needy. He needed Minho. Minho, Minho, Minho. 

He was so lost in the pleasure twisting in his stomach and filling his head with a pleasant buzz that he didn’t notice the sound of the front door opening. He didn’t hear the footsteps approaching the door, or the creak of the door as it opened. His own moans and Minho’s name were the only sounds his ears registered. That was until the subject of his fantasies started to speak, clearly not paying much attention either. 

“So apparently my professor canceled class and decided to just not tell, so I went all the way–oh shit.” 

Jisung’s eyes shot open and he snapped his head to the side to see Minho standing in the doorway, completely frozen in shock. His bag slipped from his hand. Jisung stopped all his movement and then rushed to move off the dildo and pull a pillow over his lap. 

“Hyung!” he exclaimed, cheeks aflame. “I-I thought you were going to be gone.” 

“I was!” Minho said back, his voice cracking. “I’m so sorry I–” he paused and his eyebrows furrowed. “Were you saying my name?”

Jisung’s stomach sank. Oh fuck . Minho had just seen him getting himself off. While saying his name . And he heard . He felt tears spring to his eyes and his entire body burned. “I–I’m so sorry, hyung. I was—I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d hear. Oh no, now you’re uncomfortable. I’m so so sorry , you must be so disgusted, I can leave. I’m so sorry, Minho-hyung.” He didn’t even realize he had started crying until he saw the droplets begin to fall onto his pillow. He buried his face into his hands as his chest heaved with a sob. 

“What? No– no , Jisung-ah, stop that, don’t cry. Shit.” Suddenly Minho was beside him and he was immediately enveloped in his scent, which somehow managed to comfort him even in this situation. “I’m not disgusted at all–really jagi, I promise. Hey come on, look at me.” 

Jisung hesitantly removed his hands from his face and tilted his head up to look at Minho. He didn’t look disgusted with him at all. In fact, Jisung couldn’t even read his facial expression. But he didn’t look upset. 

“There you are,” Minho said softly. He cupped Jisung’s cheeks and brushed his tears away. “I promise I’m not upset at all. Quite the opposite.” 

Jisung wasn’t sure his brain was working properly. “Huh?”

“You really are so dense,” Minho huffed, but there was no bite behind his words. “I’m not disgusted because I like you, Jisungie. In fact I’m kind of ecstatic that you were just getting off saying my name. I’d be hard right now if you weren’t crying.” 

Jisung’s eyes went comically wide and his jaw dropped. “You–you– what? ” he gasped eloquently. “You’re not disgusted? And you like me too? Please tell me I’m not dreaming, hyung.” 

Instead of responding, Minho pulled his face closer and pressed his lips to his. Jisung squeaked but quickly melted into the kiss. He closed his eyes and committed to memory every detail–the softness of Minho’s lips, the taste of his chapstick, the smell of his cologne filling his lungs, the gentle touch of his hands on his cheeks. He never wanted to forget this. 

When Minho pulled away, Jisung stared at him, starstruck. “That give you enough of an answer?” he asked with a playful smirk. 

“Oh my gosh,” Jisung breathed. “Holy shit. Wow.”

“Yeah, so… You’ve got nothing to worry about. I didn’t mind one bit.” Minho smiled and Jisung felt a blush creeping up his cheeks. 

“Ugh, that’s still so embarrassing though…” he whined. “I can’t believe you walked in on me like that.” 

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, jagi,” Minho said softly. Jisung felt a chill run up his spine. “Actually…you know… I wouldn’t mind if you finished. There’s definitely more I want to do to you now that our feelings are out in the open, but I liked what I saw. And I kinda want to watch.” 

Jisung’s blood rushed south so fast he felt almost dizzy. Arousal pooled in his stomach and he licked his lips. “I think–I think I could do that,” he said bashfully. Minho grinned and Jisung’s stomach swooped. 

“Yeah? How bout I sit back then while you touch yourself. Then I’ll touch you more if you’re still up for it.” 

Jisung nodded quickly, his arousal already making thinking difficult. “Yes, yeah. Sounds good. Can you um–can you kiss me again first? Please?” 

“Of course my Jisungie,” Minho said with a sweet smile. Jisung’s heart nearly melted.

Minho grabbed his jaw and directed him to tilt his head so he could slot their lips together. Jisung moaned against his mouth as he squeezed his jaw and Minho slipped his tongue inside. Jisung couldn’t hold back his whimpers and Minho swallowed down every one of them as he kissed him deep. So deep. And with more passion and feeling than Jisung had ever experienced in a kiss. It was like he poured all his feelings into a single searing kiss and it was almost too much. 

When Minho pulled away, Jisung was back to full hardness again. Minho smiled at him and pecked his lips once more. “Good?” he asked. 

“Mhm, perfect,” Jisung mumbled. Minho moved back and Jisung hesitantly removed the pillow from his lap. He swallowed thickly at the weight of Minho’s gaze on him as he went to pick up his dildo again and grabbed the lube. His hands shook as he uncapped the bottle and squirted a decent amount onto the silicon. 

“Wh-what do you want me to do, hyung-ah?” he asked, his voice small. 

“Just touch yourself like you were before. I wanna see how you make yourself feel good while you think about me.” Jisung shuddered and nodded. He considered for a second that maybe Minho wanted to observe him to see what he liked. And that made him burn hotter. 

He positioned the dildo underneath himself like he had before and carefully sank down. He was still fully stretched but that didn’t take away from the pleasurable feeling of getting stuffed full again. He squeezed his eyes shut as he lowered his ass down until he bottomed out. He let out a shaky sigh that bordered on a moan as he let himself adjust. He heard Minho shuffling and then he spoke up. 

“Want you to open your eyes, jagiyah,” he said. “I want you to look at me.” 

Jisung inhaled and opened his eyes. Seeing Minho was like a punch to the gut in the best way, because how had he already gotten so worked up? He was just as red as Jisung probably was, maybe even redder, and he was looking at Jisung like he could eat him. “Hyung,” he whined and Minho licked his lips, going to palm himself through his pants. 

“Come on, Jisung-ah. I know you must be worked up. So go on. Be a good boy and fuck yourself on your dildo for me,” he instructed. A knot tightened in Jisung’s stomach and he let out an obscene moan at just his words. Fuck.

“O-okay,” he whimpered. He grabbed hold of the base of the dildo and lifted his hip so that he could begin fucking down onto it. It was so much easier to imagine it was Minho’s cock with him right there, watching him with hooded eyes. Still, he couldn’t wait until it was the real thing. He needed to feel Minho, hot and pulsing inside of him. 

His thighs quivered as he slammed back down on the dildo and tilted it just right so that it hit his prostate. The knot in his stomach tightened and he let out a strangled moan. “Mm-Minho-yah,” he moaned, his mouth going slack. Minho started undoing his belt and slipped his hand into his pants, and in response Jisung picked up his pace. He was so desperate from not getting his release before Minho came in and now with Minho actually there everything felt so much more intense. 

“How’s it feel?” Minho asked and Jisung could hear the strain in his voice. 

Jisung’s breath hitched and his hole clenched around the dildo. “F-feels soo good, nghh, just wan’ it to be your c-cock,” he hiccuped. Minho hissed and the sound made him feel giddy. 

“Fuck, Jisung. You’ll get my cock, I want to fuck you so bad. Make yourself come first though. Then I’ll take care of you so well, my sweet boy,” he promised. 

Jisung nodded vigorously and put more focus into coming. His thighs burned but he still bounced on the fake cock with as much energy as he could muster. He tried to thrust up to meet the rolls of his hips but it was a bit difficult with the angle. He needed more.

He took in a shuddering breath and wrapped his free hand around his cock as he fucked himself on the dildo. His needy moans, keens, and sighs filled the room. Precum dripped down his cock in little droplets which made the slide of his hand easier but it was also a little embarrassing that he was turned on so much. Luckily, Minho didn’t seem to mind, especially with how his eyes moved to the motion of Jisung’s hand over his dick. 

His orgasm was steadily approaching as he continued touching himself. Pleasure curled in his stomach at the combined stimulation and when he looked over at Minho again his mind reeled. His heated gaze scorched Jisung’s skin. He wanted him so badly it hurt. 

“ Please , Minho-hyung, please, I need to come,” he whimpered. His cheeks burned and he knew he probably looked like a disheveled mess, but Minho was still staring at him like he was the epitome of beauty and sex. He’d never felt so wanted. 

“Come for me, jagi,” Minho said, his voice rough. Jisung wanted to hear it over and over again. 

The pleasure melting Jisung’s insides built up quicker than he anticipated. His moans became more frequent and in between each sound he muttered, “Minho, Minho, Minho.” Minho held his gaze the whole time, his hand moving over his cock in his pants in time with Jisung’s thrusts. And when Minho moaned softly with one particular twist of his wrist, the knot in Jisung’s stomach came undone. “Ohhh f-fuckk , hyung!” Jisung exclaimed. His jaw dropped and he choked on a moan as his hole spasmed around the dildo and his cock spilled cum all over his hand. The corners of his vision went black for a second and he shook like a leaf throughout the entire thing. His orgasm wracked his entire body and it felt like he was coming for ages, even if it had only been a few seconds. Minho’s eyes never left him. 

When he was completely finished, Jisung let out a soft groan and crumpled up on the bed from exhaustion. Holy shit.

“Goodness, Jisung-ah. My Jisungie.” Minho got up from where he had been watching and moved to Jisung’s side. He brushed Jisung’s sweaty hair out of his face and cupped his heated cheek. “That was so fucking hot. Shit, you’re so hot. I loved that. Did you, love?” 

“Mhmm,” Jisung nodded softly, a warm feeling spreading through his chest at the nickname. “I did. Was so good, hyungie.”

“I’m glad.” He brushed his thumb over Jisung’s lip and he took it into his mouth. He swirled the tongue around the digit and Minho inhaled sharply. Jisung couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Are you up for more?” Minho asked for a moment. Jisung’s heart stuttered in his chest and he swallowed. Getting to have Minho like this was going to take some getting used to. 

“Yes, please,” he said eagerly. “Just let me rest for a minute and then you can fuck me for real. Please.” 

Minho grinned and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I can’t wait.”

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 26: Threesome(Wild Sex)

warnings/kinks: threesome, fellatio, cunnilingus, student-teacher type relationships, mentions of drinking/alcohol pairings: Jiraiya x Fem!Reader x Minato Namikaze word count: 1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

It started with drinks at the bar. And you found your sensei being just a little more flirty with you than usual. Minato was his usual self, but even with the booze flowing all through you, you could tell that there was something else going on. It almost seemed like the men had planned something tonight and didn’t tell you. It’s a little secret between the two of them, and you weren’t sure where this might go.

“You’re such a beauty,” Jiraiya says between sips of his drink.

Minato chuckles, “Don’t embarrass her.”

“Thank you, sensei. I hope you think I’m also strong and resilient, just as you taught me to be.”

Jiraiya laughs and he reassures you that he thinks so highly of you. Besides Minato, you were the apple of his eye. Jiraiya had found you so sweet and spunky, and when you and Minato both got promoted to jounin, he couldn’t be anymore proud. But lately, he can’t calm down the feelings he recently developed for you. You’re so soft and sweet. 

Your finger traces the rim of your glass, “I happen to find you fairly good looking too, sensei.”

Minato laughs nervously, “Great, I’m left out.”

“No! Of course I find you attractive, Minato. Who wouldn’t?”

This makes him blush. But it’s all it takes to get both of them to realize that you would be a happy recipient for their little game.

It’s not even an hour later that you’re back at Minato’s place. Jiraiya can’t keep his hands to himself. His large hands cup your breasts, basically tearing your shirt from your body. Minato tries to calm him down, but Jiraiya is much too invested in getting you naked.

“Sensei!” You cry out. “That was my favorite shirt.”

Jiraiya presses soft but wet kisses on your neck and chest, “I’ll just buy you a new one. I’m loaded, you know?”

You moan as he begins nipping and sucking on the tender flesh of your neck. Then he trails down to your tits that are still hidden in the lacy cups of your bra. Minato can’t tear his eyes away from the sight unfolding before him. His cock stirs in his pants.

They finally get you undressed and pressed against the mattress of the sofa. Jiraiya swears he’s never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Minato is already jerking himself off at the mere sight of your naked body. Then Jiraiya lets his hands wander all over your body, marveling at how soft and smooth you are under his palms. 

He slots himself between your thighs on his stomach. His lips press the softest kisses to your inner thighs. You can feel your juices just dripping from your tight hole. You’d be a liar if you said you never fantasized about this. It’s so thrilling to finally live out these fantasies. Jiraiya moans as he can finally smell your arousal properly. It’s so intoxicating. He presses a kiss to your mound before beginning to lap at your cunt. 

“How does she taste, sensei?” Minato asks as he continues to stroke his leaking cock.

“So fuckin’ good,” Jiraiya is already pussydrunk from the little bit he’s tasted.

Minato realizes he can easily fit himself into this equation. He pulls his pants down even further down his hips and he brings his cock to your pretty lips. It doesn’t take much for you to realize what he wants. Your mouth is watering at the sight of him presenting his leaking cock to you. Your tongue pokes out and you moan as you taste him.

“She’s a good girl, huh?” Minato asks as you wrap your lips around his cock.

Jiraiya is rutting against the couch as he laps at your slick, “So good.”

Your tongue runs against the sensitive veins on the underside of Minato’s cock, making him grunt your name. His fingers tangle in your hair, and he guides you to begin bobbing your head to a pace that has him panting. Jiraiya looks up at the two of you, and he can’t remember the last time he’s ever seen anything so erotic.

“I never thought I’d see my two star students become so intimate with one another,” Jiraiya teases before he leans back in to begin sucking on your clit. Your whole body shudders at the sensation. Of course Jiraiya would be an expert at this. It’s almost too good, making your eyes water at the intense pleasure. 

You swear you see stars in your vision. Even with Minato’s cock shoved down your throat, you still moan so loudly. Jiraiya can feel you shuddering as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. His cock has never been this hard before. And Jiraiya has had all kinds of filthy sex, but to be able to be intimate with the two of you, it’s almost too much.

Minato grunts, “fuck, I’m close.”

Jiraiya laughs, “I bet she’s got a nice mouth.” 

Your whole body tenses as you feel the pleasure building. The knot in your stomach is threatening to snap and with your mouth full of Minato’s cock, you can’t exactly warn either of them that you’re about to cum. Jiraiya can tell just from the way you’re tensing and squirming against him. He knows the signs of a woman close to her own orgasm.

A few more lashes of his silky tongue, and you’re a goner. You moan and whine around Minato’s cock as the pleasure washes over you. Jiraiya has never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Minato is struggling to hold on, but he can’t anymore. Spurts of his hot, thick load spill into your mouth. The two of you ride your high together, with Jiraiya extending the pleasure even more with every swipe of his tongue.

Jiraiya sits up on his knees, “Who’s ready to pleasure their sensei?” He has his pants slipped below his hips, and his cock is leaking and red. He gives it a few lazy strokes before looking at you and Minato.

Minato and you share glances, knowing that you’ll both be pleasuring your sensei.

[holylulusworld]

The gigolo - Kinktober 26

Summary: He’s just a gigolo. Right?

Pairing: Escort!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Rating: lightly explicit

Kink: Paid sex

Square 7 filled for Square @avengersbingo​: “Keep your eyes open, …”

Square T3 filled for @tonystarkbingo: Only one bed

Square 17 filled for @marvelfluffbingo: Mistaken identity

Warnings: mentions of prostitution, mentions of a bad break-up, cocky Tony, light smut, protected sex, light dirty talk, dom/sub undertones, restrains (belt), doggy style, implied smut

Words: 1,5k

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Kinktober 2022

“No. That one is too young,” you sneer as your best friend wanted to set you up with some random dude once again. “He looks like he’s seventeen.”

“He’s twenty and ready to go at it all night long,” she whispers lowly to make sure none of the other guests at the party can hear her. “Look at him. He’s cute, sexy, and won’t take his eyes off you.”

“Babe, with all due respect, you’ve got terrible taste in men, and,” you point at your date, “I have company tonight.”

“What?” she licks her lips as your date makes his way toward you and Pepper. She splutters as Tony; your date holds out his hand.

“Y/N, darling,” Tony wraps his arm around your waistline. You shudder as his arm feels like it belongs around you, “don’t you want to introduce me to your friend?”

“Pepper Potts, that’s Tony Stark, my date.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Potts,” ever the gentleman Tony holds out his hand. He chuckles as Pepper holds her breath, and her cheeks flush red as Tony compliments her outfit.

“Oh, you are Y/N’s date. That’s nice,” she coos.

“Boyfriend,” he corrects. “Y/N and I are dating for a few weeks now. She just wants to keep it a secret for now.” Tony presses his index finger to his lips. “Please don’t tell anyone that this lovely lady stole my heart.”

He puts on a great show. You could almost believe he’s your boyfriend for real. Almost. Tony is charming and eloquent.

If not for the obscene amount of money you paid Tony to be your date at Maria and Darcy’s wedding, you could fall for his charms and good looks.

“Tony, we should greet some more people, don’t you think?” you don’t want Pepper to ask more questions. It’s for the best to make her and all your other friends believe that you and Tony broke up after the wedding.

“Of course, darling,” Tony purrs in your ear. “If you would please excuse us, Ms. Potts. Maybe we can talk some more later.”

“Later,” she nods. “I’d like that.”

“Stop that,” you tut as Tony, yet again, tries to get to know one of your friends. “Steve is like a breathing polygraph. If you tell him and his husband we are dating, he’ll know we are lying.”

“Darling, I’m the best at my job,” he whispers lowly as his lips press against your ear. “How about I show you what you are paying for.”

“I told you, no sex.”

“I know, you only want to make your ex jealous but you are missing out on a grand-prime cock, Y/N,” you nervously giggle as Tony won’t stop whispering dirty nothings in your ear. “It’s my job to help you relax and to cum like never before.”

“Tony, no.”

Someone clears his throat behind you as Tony tries to move his hand to your ass. “Ahem…”

“What?” Tony grumbles. “We are in the middle of a conversation here. Get lost.”

Your date glares at the man disturbing his charm offensive.

“Darling, you are here too,” you roll your eyes at Loki’s antics. He eyes your date up and down, sneering as Tony possessively wraps his arm around your waistline again.

“Of course, Y/N came,” Tony retorts, “it’s her friends’ wedding. Why would she not come here?”

“I thought she would try to avoid me and my lovely fiancé,” you ball your hands into fists. “You know, I broke things up with Y/N to marry someone better.”

“Your loss, buddy,” Tony sizes your former boyfriend up. “I don’t know what you see in that other woman, but I can tell you, Y/N is perfect. She’s smart, kind, beautiful, and,” he kisses your cheek before he removes his arm from your waistline to step closer to Loki, “I can tell, she loves to get fucked hard, and dirty. I never met a girl making such noises for me.”

“I-what?” it’s the first time you see Loki speechless.

“You heard me, loser,” Tony chuckles darkly. “And I’m telling you, Y/N will take my cock so deep in her tight little cunt tonight she will walk funny tomorrow.”

“Tony don’t tell him all our secrets, baby,” this time, you wrap your arm around Tony’s waistline. “It was a pleasure to meet you again Loki. Greet your fiancé from me.”

“Y/N-“ Loki can only watch you and Tony walk away, giggling and chuckling while your former boyfriend feels like someone kicked him in the groin. “That fucking bastard!”

“Great. There is only one bed,” you bite your tongue. You wanted a room with two beds, and now, you are staring at a queensize bed.

“We can share, darling...”

“Why did you do this?” you walk inside the suite you booked for your friend’s wedding. “I paid you for pretending that you are my boyfriend. I didn’t pay you for the stunt you pulled out there.”

“Darling,” he roughly cups the back of your neck, “I did it to show that piece of shit that you are mine now.”

He smirks darkly. “What are you talking about? You’re a gigolo, nothing else.”

“See, therein lies the problem,” Tony greedily claims your mouth. He slips his tongue inside, snaking it with yours.

“Fuck,” you fist his jacket. “I didn’t want to fuck you but, how you treated Loki got me all hot and bothered.”

Tony furrows his brows. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“What will it cost me to get the dick you praised so much?” he cocks his head to look you up and down. “Tony?”

“It’s all-inclusive.”

“All inclusive. I like your service very much, Mr. Stark.”

“You will like what happens next even more…”

Tony doesn’t waste time. He tells you to take off your clothes and kneel on the bed.

It’s a matter of a few minutes before you eagerly kneel on the bed to watch him shrug his jacket down his shoulders. You don’t know how he does it, but he wakes the submissive part in you.

“Good girl,” he husks as you just look up at him in awe. “Look at my perfect girl.”

“Your good girl,” you coyly watch Tony unzip his pants. Your eyes flutter shut as he roughly unbuckles his belt and pulls it out of his pants.

“Keep your eyes open," he grunts. "If you want to be my good girl, turn around, hands behind your back, and face into the cushions. I’m going to show you whom you belong to from now on,” damn that man knows how to fulfill his clients’ deepest desires.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Go ahead, darling.”

You turn around and put your hands behind your back, crossing your wrists.

“Like this?”

“Perfect,” he loops the belt around your wrists, making you gasp. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to do. Tell me your safe word.”

“Peanut.”

“Use it if anything doesn’t feel good.”

You kneel on the bed and press your face into the cushions. Waiting in anticipation.

It feels like an eternity until you finally feel the bed dip behind you. You can hear him tear open the condom package. He groans as he rolls the condom over his length.

How you wish you could get a good look at his cock, but Tony doesn’t want you to watch him. “Relax, darling.”

“Tony,” you moan. “Please fuck me.”

His fingers run up and down your folds, making you shudder as he presses hard against your clit. “Look who’s dripping onto my fingers.”

Tony toys with your clit, rolling the little nub between his fingers as you impatiently wiggle your ass. “Please.”

“I wanted to take my time with you, darling,” he grips the belt around your wrists with his left hand and pokes your entrance with his cock, slowly pushing inside. “Fuck.”

You bite the pillow when he slams his hips into your ass to bottom out in one go.

Tony doesn’t give you much time to adjust to his size.

The moment he’s fully sheathed, he stares at your cunt filled with his cock, groaning deeply.

“I’m going to fuck you into the next week,” he starts moving his hips. You squeak at the first deep thrust. “Yeah, that’s a good pussy.”

You don’t know if he always shows so much enthusiasm when it comes to fucking his clients, but you decide to just enjoy the ride.

At least Tony is worth all the money you paid him…

Awkward is the right word to describe the situation you are in. You had sex with a man you paid for his company not an hour ago, and now you don’t know how to address the elephant in the room.

“I guess, now that I got what I wanted,” he wraps his arms a little tighter around your body, “I should tell you that I’m not a gigolo.”

“What? I-what?” you splutter.

“Oh, yeah. Funny story,” Tony chuckles. “I wanted to hire someone to keep me company at one of my upcoming parties. Then I saw you and heard you talking about hiring a man to keep you company at your friends’ wedding.”

“Does this mean I did not pay you for sex?”

“Nah, I got more than enough money, darling. I’m Tony Stark, a self-made billionaire, and the owner of your sweet cunt from now on…”

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[otakusheep15]

Kinktober Day 26: Voice Kink feat. Satan

If any of you remember the masterlist, y’all will know that I changed this one. Personally, I happen to like this prompt more than the previous one, so that’s why I changed it. 

Content includes: dom Satan/sub reader (no top/bottom mentioned), gender neutral reader (no body mentioned), non-explicit sex, public use of kinks (no public sex)

Satan is an absolute menace, and even if y’all are dating, you are not exempt  from enduring his chaos 

In fact, you have to deal with much more than anyone else does

One day, Satan finds out you have a voice kink, and he has been so teasing about it since

It started out simply enough, with Satan just lightly teasing you when y’all are alone

He’d whisper romantic lines he found in books, watching as you fluster and chuckling at your reactions 

Or maybe y’all are in the heat of the moment, and he’s just showering you in compliments, purposefully pitching his voice to make him sound extra sexy

Eventually, he gets much bolder as the relationship progresses

Soon enough, he’s teasing you in public, and he certainly isn’t they type to care if y’all are caught

During student council meetings, he’ll start whispering in your ear, detailing all of the things he’d rather be doing instead, like you

Mayhaps y’all are in a bookstore, and he comes up behind you as you’re browsing the shelves

He pushes you up against the shelf, his front against your back, and he’ll talk about how much he’d love to fuck you right then and there, public appearances be damned

Really, Satan will do anything just to see how shy and flustered you get for him

He thinks it’s cute how easily you fall apart with nothing more than a few words from him

And he also likes how only he can get you like this

[empire-at-war]

KINKTOBER DAY 26

kink of the day: Leather

additional kinks/warnings: exhibitionism, dirty dancing

characters: Shavi and Annila @kaosstar

A/N: Even though Shavi likes to compare the two activities, I think dancing is much harder to write than fucking, but perhaps it's just that I have more practice with the latter. Also: @sullustangin's Eva and the ladies of her crew make make a guest appearance in this one, woohoo!

*** Shavi loved dancing. There was no real art to it, he just followed his instincts, let his body move to the beat of the music. It came as naturally to him as breathing. Or fucking, if you wanted to use that comparison. Shavi grinned at the thought as he rolled his hips in a particularly suggestive dance move. And iIf dancing was like fucking, then dancing on a stage like this was a lot like... well, like fucking in front of a crowd. He was no poet, admittedly, but he was a damn good dancer. The credit chips that landed at his feet were proof of that, but he only needed to look around to find further evidence of his talent. All eyes were on him, and he loved that feeling too. The crowd had been growing all evening, and they were all admiring him, undressing him with their eyes. Not that he was wearing much he could take off at this point. All he had left on him were his tight leather pants, hugging his ass and legs in a way that left very little to the imagination. Shavi ran a hand down his chest, then further down to rub suggestively against his groin, grinning at the whistling sound coming from one of the tables. Wait, was that...? His grin widened as he recognized Eva and her crew in the background. The ladies were having a party, it seemed. The grumpy Zabrak didn't appear to have a lot of fun, but from what he remembered that was kind of typical for her. He waved at the group of women, throwing a kiss in their direction, never stopping his hips as he turned around and slapped his butt a few times. Shavi liked to think he made at least one of them blush, though he was fairly sure it wasn't Eva. That one sure didn't blush easily.

When he took a little break and downed one of the drinks his adoring fans had paid for, the music switched to a slower, more sensual piece. Shavi was delighted to spot another familiar face in the crowd, but he was also a bit confused. What was Annila doing here? Another undercover mission, or a stakeout perhaps? He saw her flushed face and the way she looked at him and suddenly he could almost imagine she was here just to watch him dance. She'd known about his appearance on stage after all. And even someone who hated fun as much as Annila did couldn't resist his charms forever... Before he could think things through Shavi had already jumped off the stage to stand in front of her, tapping his foot to the music. He leaned close to whisper into her ear. “Hey there, gorgeous. I had no idea you'd be here tonight. You here for business or pleasure?”

He loved the way her breath hitched at that. “You're drawing attention,” she gasped, but that kind of confirmed she was undercover after all. Shavi was honestly a bit disappointed that she wasn't here to watch him, but this could still be fun, couldn't it?

To the cheers of the crowd his hips took up their sensual movements again, rolling back and forth to the rhythm of the music. Annila gaped at him in shock, her eyes wide and her shoulders tense. She was looking directly at his crotch to be more precise, as it was only inches from her face. Her mouth was open but no words were coming out. “Act natural,” he smirked and grabbed her hands, placing them on his stomach, then moved them down to his crotch area.

She didn't resist, but he could tell she wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole. He could also tell how much she wanted HIM in that moment. And while part of him felt kind of bad about embarrassing her, another (much louder) part of him wanted her to keep looking at him like that.

He spun around and bent over, giving her a good look at his ass. He barely felt the tentative touch of her hands through the leather, but he still felt triumphant. That even famously stoic Annila couldn't resist him was quite the ego boost. There was nothing more to it, of course. He pushed back into her touch, hearing several gasps and jealous comments from the other people watching, but he no longer cared about them. Suddenly all he could think of was how much he wanted to be alone with Annila. How much he wanted to dance for her in private. Have her run her fingers down his ass without anyone looking.

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 26- Collar

Three more left after this. Come on. I can do this.

A billion thanks to @starsandskies for all of her Kinktober prompts which I had to make new masterlist for! Because my old one ran out o links. Apparently a hundred links in the max for a Masterlist.

Enjoy.

The Moura’s Collar

The Great Hunt Begins.

You were one of the first generations born after the convergence only fifty years prior. And while this new supersphere was amazing, many of you were still exploring it. And in those fifty years, you all realized you could enjoy the water producing skyland but also go down even farther and explore the surface and recede your wings and look like a kind of peoples that were known as "humans". Your parents told you that your homeworld was a much smaller world, and the surface was nothing but water. And that red was starting to stain the inky blue waters of home and killing off the waterpeoples of your homeworld. So while your family and all the living things from your homeworld converged onto this great supersphere. That meant that here, there was dry land to explore. And creatures of all kinds that thanks to the magical sun here, you and your kind could transform yourselves into the creatures known as 'birds' but also 'angels' on account of your natural human like appearance with your wings sprouted out.

So far, every peoples of the surface captured birds as food items. And when you touched down as "angels". You were swarmed by the surface dwelling humans to heal the sickness, these large black boils that covered their bodies that afflicted them. At first you interbred with pheonixes to burn whoever tried to hunt you, but the temptation to be on the surface was still too great to ignore. So to keep yourselves safe, you simply pulled your wings back into your body so that you would appear no different than the other humans and be able to walk among them in anomynity.

But so far the moura’s greatest weakness was food since a moura's sense of smell was quite keen. To smell the smoke of things cooking over fires made many of you want to come to the surface to eat it because while the sun gave you all the food and energy you needed, you could still transform the clouds into magnificent palaces and only recently had it been discovered that you could turn the very surface rock into gold and exchange that gold for food, and even gift that gold, molded into pretty little shapes as wedding gifts to be allowed into wedding feasts and festivals the surface dwellers hosted.

You were only a teenager of 17, one of dozens crashing a wedding feast when you were singled out on the dance floor by a ridiculously good looking young man who asked you to dance and you found yourself saying yes. He was dressed spectacularly and he was the brother of the groom and one of the groomsman but not the best man. He was charming and lively and flattered you all night. You danced until your feet were sore but you were young and enchanted yourself by a pretty face. He was wearing the most bewitching cologne too. And you ended up eating from the same plate as him at the feast itself. He ordered you glass after glass of the best wine and heavily spiced foods. But then, one of the last glasses of wine he had you drink tasted weird and before you knew it, you were feeling incredibly drowsy for just a moment, then- blackness. 

When you awoke, you found yourself in a cage, with a strange collar around your neck and other special cuffs around your wrists that were chained to your neck and in turn you were chained to inside the cage and outside of the cage which was in turn was chained to the walls. You could tell you were in a basement of some kind. But there was a large hole in the center of the room where sunlight was streaming down and bouncing off a series of mirrors to beam onto you so that you could recharge from the sunlight. But because of its refracted nature, it was not as powerful as normal sunshine and not nearly as warm but there was no other lightsource in the room, no fire, no candles, nothing and you could not see out into the darkened area at all. 

“Good, you’re awake.” The man from last night smirked when you woke up before your moura cloak instantly became armor over your body but you did not have your actual moura collar, that had been taken off from your neck since the moura cloak had attached itself to you just below where the collar naturally grew from. The cloak itself was your clothing while in human or angel form. But it was the collar that gave you the ability to change from one form to the other.  But otherwise all your other gifts and abilities stayed with you.

Instead, you looked out and saw and felt that he had it as realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

Oh no.

He had lured you and captured you. He had used that feast to do so. You had known others that had already been caught by the collar but regained it once they turned their own body size and weight of surface rock into gold for their captors before they were set free. You were now the next victim. The surface dwellers were becoming too clever. They were now actively hunting you in human form now too. They must be using the gold you possessed as clues as to who and what you really were.

And with him wearing your moura collar, you were now bound to him. Because to mouras and their culture- collars were usually traded with a moura’s mate to signify their union as a couple. As were the laws which governed mouras like you. You were still very young and unmarried, only the men in your household could challenge him and by the looks of his battered state, he already had and had won. 

You were his prize. 

The more this unfolded in your brain the more you withdrew into yourself until you were in a small coiled ball. Without your collar, you could not transform into a bird form as only the cloak would still change into your clothes. But the collar was what you were born with that gave you that ability to shape shift. You were stuck in a human woman’s form. 

“What do you want from me?” You asked him, tears pricking your eyes. 

“I want you to turn everything I bring to you, into gold.” He said simply as he got up and came closer as did a woman next to him. You noticed their matching wedding rings, which you were sure he had not been wearing the night before. He was already married and his wife was already with child. Such a dirty trick.

“You do not wish to marry me so that I can bear your children also?” You asked wearily before the wife gave him a dangerous look. 

“No. All I want you to do is to turn everything I give you into gold.” He repeated. 

“How much gold until I’m free?” You asked him. 

“I’ll let you know when you’ve done it.” He answered. 

“What’s your name?” You asked him, although with this collar, it was very hard to talk, you could only whisper. You knew there was no way you could call out to anyone. 

“Lord Unsae will be the only thing you will call me Moura.” He stated.

Great, he didn’t really care what your name was. All you were, was a moura to him. Prized because you had the ability to turn sunshine into gold as indicated by the finger nail on your pinky finger being painted gold that all mouras wore when they were in a human form and the fifth feather in your wings being gold. That all you needed to do was to touch the pinky finger tip to any object and wish it to be gold, and it would turn into gold. But you had power over this ability and would only “turn it on” when you needed gold to exchange for coins on the surface, otherwise your kind stayed in the clouds themselves. 

But now- no more. You were bound and chained, literally. And the collar around your neck now was heavy and unkind and dug into your skin, impossible to get off because it was made out of natural gold. And natural gold to a moura behaved like any other hard metal. Moura gold behaved like wet clay in a moura's hands. But since it was already gold, you could not transform it into moura gold and take it off. You were stuck here.

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, months turned to years and years turned to decades. You could see your reflection age in the mirror and Lord Unsae aged as well. He aged with more grace than all his rivals because it was your moura collar he wore disguised as special necklace around the back of his neck that helped him do it. He in time made his already large estate into a mansion around you and then a palace. But the room you were in remained the same and such work was done far away from you so that you were never discovered by any other than the Lord’s family. 

He brought you mud bricks that you made into gold bars, he brought you his enemies and after years of abuse, you stopped fighting as he pressed your golden pinky to them and turned even his enemies into solid gold statues which he then smashed and melted down into more gold.

Because of the collar you wore over your own neck, you could hardly talk, let alone speak and the only times you had any contact with other people were the maids who brought you food once a day and a bar of soap and a small basin of water so you could bathe yourself once a week. You combed your hair with your fingers, mindlessly braiding it over and over to fill your time. The isolation was the worst of the torture. You felt you lost your sanity many times. And with the cramped cage, your muscles atrophied and Lord Unsae only fed you enough to keep you alive. Because you were a moura, you never got sick and because he wore your collar, neither did he. But you were sure even if you were to become sick, he would never bring you a doctor. You got just enough sunlight to turn what he brought you into gold and to keep yourself barely alive. 

But you prayed, silently, every day for him to die. You called down so much evil on him and his household, but it was as if the gods never heard you, you were too far away and too concealed for them to hear you, if they even existed any more.

Many sons and daughters were born to him, and they in turn grew up and got married and had children of their own and their children grew up to have children of their own and so forth. All of them looking at you with evil grins because they all felt they owned you. 

Except for one. 

The great grandson of Lord Unsae. He was only 5 the first time he saw you. He did not look at you with the same air of ownership. Instead he saw you for what you had become, a caged animal, worked to the brink of death. He had done something naughty, his punishment was to bring you your daily meal and while he looked intimidated, his eyes showed his sympathy, something you had not seen since your time in the clouds.

"Hello." He greeted you. 

"Hi." Your voice croaked as you tried to greet him back, amazed that you even knew a language anymore. 

After this moment, he came to you every day, he read to you, and befriended you and snuck you more food so that you wouldn’t be skin and bones anymore. He taught you how to read and write in his language, since he himself was learning it from his tutors.

Then one day a few years later, he came down, a determined look in his eyes. 

“Great Grandfather is finally dying and right now, my parents and their siblings are fighting for who will wear your collar next. I’ve been asking about your kind, I have found that if you pitch yourself into a fire- you can be reborn, and his cloak will turn to dust while yours will be reborn with you. That is why no candle or fire has been allowed to burn in here all this time! No one has noticed that I have taken the key- I will build a fire as fast as I can and you must throw yourself into it and fly through this hole in the palace.” He said as he was already loading as much would as he could into the fire place and as much tinder as possible before he lit it and then used the key to finally unlock your restraints before the cage unlocked and you came tumbling out. 

“Move,” you pleaded after he got the collar off and you took the last of your strength and used your pheonix fire to light the wood ablaze before he helped push you into the flames. 

The heat of the flames was a welcome change to the freezing cold you had known all these decades and you welcomed the release from your old woman form. 

And in moments, you were reborn a white dove. Young and full of life again.

“Goodbye my friend,” you bid him before you flew as fast as your wings could carry you and flew faster than his family could run and race down the stairs. You prayed that he wouldn’t be punished too severely for being the most kind in his family of vicious beasts. 

You flew as fast as you could over the sprawling city that was definitely not there when you were taken as a slave. 

You flew until an arrow nearly struck you down and soon there were more arrows coming from just about every direction and one grazed you and suddenly you were falling and you did your best to at least glide in a direction away from the city to the darkness of the country. You were saved from the light of the full moon, healing you partially so that you could continue to fly, spooking a flock of birds from their roosts as they too took to the skies as you did your best to shift and get lost among them before they too seemed to drop from the skies by getting shot at from flying at your sides. 

You were flying as fast as you could before you heard even more arrows loose, these were especially close and you dipped and dove to weave between them but despite your own dexterity and nimbleness, there were just too many of them and you were struck again and you began to fall from the skies and fell right into the chimney of a house in the woods and the fall knocked you around as you fell down the chimney but thankfully you were able to transform smaller from a white dove into a white hummingbird and managed to miss the embers of the flames before landing with a squeak on the stone floor in front of the fireplace. 

“What the fuck?” You heard a growling grunt as you did your best to search for a place to hide before you managed to hobble under a dresser and try to hide as the occupant fumbled with a match to light his bedside table lamp before he used it to look around the room before he noticed a spot of soot on his floor before there was a tiny trail of it leading to his dresser. 

“What in the world?” He whispered as he got down on the floor to investigate it as you did your best to hide from his sight but even for his large size he was able to lay on the floor and look under the dresser and see your broken and battered form trying to limp to a side out of sight. 

“Oh you poor thing, what’s a little gem like you doing under there?” He cooed softly as the tenderness of his tone of voice gave you a moment of pause as you looked out at him and noticed he was an orc, obviously a friendly one though. 

“It’s ok little jewel, you’re alright.” He assured you as he then got up and picked up the giant dresser to reveal you. 

“You’re ok, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He assured you as he then scooped you up into his large hands with all the gentleness he had as you seemed to want to melt into the warmth of his palm before there was a knock on his door which made him instinctively cover you with his hands protectively before he gently put you into the pocket of his tunic over his chest before he threw a robe on and answered the door. 

“What?!” He snarled and the poor bastards at his door quaked with fear. 

“Orc, has a bird flown into your house?” They asked before he frowned down at them. 

“You knock on strangers' doors in the middle of the night to ask strange questions?” The orc asked them. 

“Well you see, we’re hunting a special kind of bird, it is a bird that can change itself, be an eagle one moment and be a dove the next.” They specified. 

“Never heard of such a thing.” The orc frowned deeper. 

“Look we will pay you ten pieces of copper if we can examine your chimney and your house, because we are sure we shot one down and it landed on your house or perhaps in your house and it may be stuck in the chimney.” They offered. 

“Why hunt for such a bird to begin with and why hunt it at night?” The orc asked warily. 

“Um...Because a very rich man has put a bounty on one if we find it and we believe we caught one.” They explained. 

“And how much is he offering?” The orc asked curiously as you sunk deeper into his pocket and bowed your head in defeat, he might just be liable to hand you over right then and there for even a tenth of what you imagined the price would be, or he'll turn you in for the whole amount himself. 

“...fifty copper pieces,” they lied as the orc frowned deeper still at them as you raised your head, that didn’t sound...right. 

“Only fifty copper pieces just so you could spend ten of them looking through my house even if you’re not positive it’s in here?” The orc repeated disbelievingly. 

“Look, it’s a great skill to just capture one, we’ll be famous if we do. That’s what’s really important here and we’re positive it’s in your house or at least in your chimney or even on your roof, there’s no sign of it anywhere else.” They tried to justify. 

“Well let me at least get pants on.” He said as he shut the door and did get some pants before he silently moved the dresser back into place and smudged the soot on the floor with his foot to hide your entry before he opened the door and opened his palm before they paid their ten copper pieces and they started scouring his simple house as he folded his arms over his chest, his hand subtly cupping around you so that even if you did move, they wouldn’t be able to see it as he mentally hoped that you would stay quiet and still in his pocket while they looked.

You practically held your breath and closed your eyes and mentally cried out to every god who would listen to not let this orc reveal you.  

“Did you hear anything perhaps hit your roof?” They asked hopefully before the orc heard people climbing on his roof and frowned at their footsteps on it. 

“Nope, but if they put a hole in the roof, they're paying to fix it.” The orc shook his head no with a glare at his own ceiling before narrowing his eyes at the intruders who gulped and assured them that if they damaged anything, they would replace it and buy him something newer and better than what he already had.

"So did you hear anything hit your roof or your chimney?" They asked.

“No. I'm a heavy sleeper.” He offered. 

“Then why were you up?” They asked. 

“I had to take a shit. What business of yours is it?” He snarled angrily before they ducked away because they could tell his patience was wearing thin and they were already pushing their luck getting this far. 

“Well… If anything does come out of that chimney, we’ll be staying at the Fire Poke Inn in Griswalk.” They offered since that was the orc's village nearby before they left.

Once they were gone and the orc made sure all of them were gone and off of his roof and actually leaving and not trying to stay behind somewhere before he checked on his animals to make sure they were ok. He went back inside and he peeked into his pocket to see you blinking up at him practically smiling at him in gratitude before he reached in to scoop you up out of his pocket, still ever gentle with you. 

"Let's get you cleaned up little jewel." He offered before he got a shallow bowl and poured some warm water in it and got a bar of soap.

You happily dipped in the water before you rubbed yourself onto the soap and did your best to clean yourself in your bird form because you would be damned if you ever showed your true form until you were safely back home.  

"You really are a little jewel, you look like a piece of white opal. But don’t worry, you’re safe here." The orc appraised as he noticed how your white feathers shimmered and flashed the most exquisite colors over the white along with your tiny dark turquoise eyes as he bent over and laid his head on his folded arms on the bench he had put you on and continued to watch you clean yourself in curious amusement.

Once you had washed all the soot and dirt off before you tried to dry off on the fabric of his robe before he lifted his hand slowly before he gently used the tip of his finger to pet you before he noticed that you had a bare ring around your neck, like you had been wearing a collar and he could see gold shimmering dots on the skin on the back of your neck. 

"What kind of horrible person would put a collar on a hummingbird?" He asked himself rhetorically before he got some medicinal goup that he had made to smear on his own cuts and the wounds of his animals and tried to wipe it on your neck which you stretched out and let him do. It stung a little at first before it felt cool on your skin and you knew just by the smell that it was homemade healing balm.

For the first time, you felt at peace and safe. You rested in his warm palm as he did his best to try to find something to make a little nest out of but couldn’t find anything of the few possessions he had that were suitable before he noticed you were fast asleep in his warm palm before he got back into bed and gently moved you to the center of his chest which made you wake up before you sleepily but happily walked from his palm to his chest and curled up in his soft chest hair before you settled back into sleep. 

The next morning there was another loud banging knock on the door which woke you up before you did your best to crawl back into the orc’s pocket as you shook with terror. 

“It’s ok little jewel, I’ll get rid of those pesky bastards.” He breathed in a whisper as he got up and put his robe back on.

“What?!” The orc roared as he opened his door and the poor bastards nearly shit themselves when he did.

“Um, did you see any birds in your chimney or perhaps it fell into your fire?” They asked hopefully. 

“Would you pay me another ten pieces of copper if I said yes?” He asked and they shook their heads yes. 

“Then no, the only birds I have are the ones out back and they’re in the coop or on a spit. I haven’t seen any sign of any other.” He answered and even to your ears that sounded like the truth. 

“So what’s so special about this bird again?” He asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against his doorway, his hand once again subtly cupping over you in his pocket. 

“It’s a magic bird, it can change from an eagle to a dove to finch and everything in between, it’s only ever a white bird but it looks like a gemstone, like white opal with the fifth feather on each wing being gold.” One of them answered. 

“Is that so? And a rich man just woke up one morning and decided he wanted one to add to his collection?” The orc guessed and they didn’t shake their heads no and didn’t shake their heads yes either as they gave each other a myriad of meaningful looks to not say anything but the orc could tell he guessed pretty close to the truth. 

“Well, you see he already had it but it escaped its cage and flew away and he wants it back.” They slowly answered. 

“Oh, I see. Well, sorry, can’t help you, you’re more than welcome to pay me another 10 copper pieces to look around if you’d like.” He shrugged before they readily did and looked at his chimney and looked in his ashes. 

“So even if it fell into the fire and burned up you’d be able to offer it’s carcass and get a reward?” The orc asked as he watched them closely. 

“Well, it’s also a bit of a phoenix because even if it dies by fire, it’ll rise from the ashes.” They answered. 

“And only fifty copper pieces to catch such a bird?” The orc repeated before they all looked at each other but didn’t say anything. 

“Uh huh.” The orc grinned knowingly. 

“Look the longer it takes for us to find it, the less the reward will be, we’ll give you an equal share of it, whatever it ends up being, if it does come out of your chimney or whatever. If it’s in the chimney, it won’t be pristinely white, so if any bird comes out of your chimney or fire or whatever, please, catch it and bring it to us.” They pleaded but the orc just raised a brow at them before they realized that they weren’t going to get any further before they looked under the furniture and soon gave up as the others in their party inspected the other birds he had on his property. But obviously, with no success. 

Once they were gone, the orc went ahead and got dressed in some work clothes, setting you down on his table again so he could do so before you transformed into a white cockatiel so you could talk to him easier. 

“Why did you protect me?” You asked him as you watched him before he turned back to realize you had changed and just smiled fondly, you still looked like you were made out of opal though.  

“Because you probably escaped for a reason.” He answered you. 

“What makes you say that?” You asked as you tilted your head before he came over to you. 

“This, you were obviously a slave of some kind.” He mused as he got some more goop and applied it to your neck, granted it was easier now that you were bigger, of course now that he could, he could see that the gold dots on your neck were actually a design of some kind. 

“You’re right, I was a slave.” You confessed as you let your head droop as your wings sagged. 

“Not anymore, and not ever again- hopefully, at least if I can help it.” He reassured you as he gently put his finger under your beak to bring your head back up so he could gently smile at you.

“Although, you’re in pretty poor condition. When you regain your strength, we’ll see about getting you wherever you need to go, surely you have a kind or a home somewhere that you’d like to return to.” He mused before he finished and walked back over to the dresser to pull out more clothes to change into. 

“How can you tell?” You asked him curiously. 

“I keep chickens and waterfowl, most birds are pretty similar, you should be plump, I can see your breastbone from here, you’re practically skin and bones despite your pretty feathers.” He noted. 

“And the nearest rich house is King Unsae, he’s richer than the gods themselves. It wouldn’t surprise me if he has a collection of everything under the sun. It doesn’t matter how much money he’s offering to get you back, he’s a mean son of a bitch even to people he doesn’t own. So I can’t imagine how he must have treated you and if you were able to escape him, I couldn’t live with myself if I had a hand in selling you back into slavery. It’s just not right.” He offered as you laid down on the counter and looked away sadly before you raised your head at that last bit of sentiment. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him, starting to feel better already. 

“So what do you eat?” He asked. 

“I can eat just about anything I suppose.” You answered. 

“That’s good. Even meat and stuff like that?” He asked thoughtfully. 

“I haven’t had meat in forever, yes, I can definitely eat meat.” You practically beamed as you perked up. 

“Well there should still some scraps on the carcass on the spit.” He said as he came and picked you up to bring you over to it before you got off the spit and began to dig in. 

“Thank you.” You thanked him again. 

“You sure are a polite little thing.” He chuckled as he checked the dough fermenting and rising in a large bowl on the counter before he restoked the fire next to you since the spit swung out from the fireplace. 

“You give me reasons to be.” You returned as you continued to pick the carcass clean. 

“How many chickens do you have?” You asked curiously as you walked around the carcass to make sure you got every little bit. 

“Pft, well over two hundred, probably closer to three hundred. I breed them, both for food and for eggs and most of my clutches already hatched so the hens are back to laying regular eggs.” He answered. 

“The name is Garth by the way.” He introduced himself. 

“What’s your name?” He repeated before you tried to remember what you used to be called before you were in Lord Unsae’s servitude. 

“I don’t know,” you shook your head. 

“It’s been too long to remember.” You confessed. 

“Opal?” He suggested before you nodded in agreement to that as he put on his apron and started to knead some bread dough and make his own breakfast. 

He smiled fondly at you before he left for a moment and returned with a handful of eggs and he went back to the fire and took you and the carcass off the spit so he could use it to put his cooking pots and pans on it and set the carcass on the counter so you could still continue to glean what you could off of it before for the first time in years, you were full. 

You watched curiously as he cooked himself some breakfast and once it was done he offered you some of everything he cooked which you graciously took and ate until you were absolutely stuffed, your croup bulging from your neck for the first time in years.  

“Well, wanna join me while I do my chores?” He asked. 

“Sure.” You readily agreed before he picked you up and put you back into his pocket, even in this form, you could easily fit all of yourself into his pocket and even hung onto the edge of the pocket like a woodpecker hanging onto a tree with your head poking out and looking at everything and taking advantage of his body heat. Once you left the house you noticed how there were literally at least a couple hundred chickens all around the house as most hens now had at least a dozen chicks each of a rainbow of colors, all foraging in the grass and in the woods beyond as there was a small cart path in the grass that led to his house from the road. 

“Wow.” You breathed in awe before he took you to the various henhouses he had to collect all the other freshly laid eggs, filling huge baskets full. 

“Wow, I didn’t know eggs could come in so many colors.” You noted from his pocket which made him crack a grin. 

“Yeah, they come in all kinds of colors.” He agreed as you picked the different ones up to show you as you noticed they came in a rainbow of hues. From white to cream to super light pale pink to all kinds of tans and browns, some speckled even and others so dark brown they looked like they could be made out of chocolate. Others were every shade of green and greenish blue and some still were pure blue! Then he went to other coops where game birds were, game birds and quails to collect their eggs too, their eggs got put into a special shallow bowl. He even had a pond on his property where he kept ducks and geese and even a few turkeys around and got thier eggs too as you saw all the baby ducks and geese and swans swim in the large pond next to his house as they were tame enough to take food from him.

“I really landed in the right place, you have all kinds of birds.” You mused. 

“Yeah you did.” Garth chuckled as you watched as he took care of all of his animals.

He had a few pigs, and a couple of milking cows and a few goats and sheep too. He even had two big draft horses and you could tell he actually loved his animals, calling most of them by name and treating them with tender loving care and used excellent husbandry skills to make sure all of them were in good health and well fed.

Once he was done taking care of them, he went through his garden and harvested some produce from it and once he was done with that, he went through his eggs and organized them by color and size then he took some wild flowers and ground them up to give you orange cheeks and put some tumeric in water and had you take a bath so that you were all yellow so you looked like a normal cockatiel then hitched up a horse into his buggy and rode into town, the orc town of Griswalk, to sell his eggs. 

But once there, he noticed some men he recognized from King Unsae post a reward poster, offering 5 thousand gold pieces for “a white magical bird’s return" in the town’s square. You looked worriedly from the poster up to him. Now that was a sum that would make any man think twice. 

“Don’t you worry none. I can barely read so it's like I don't even see it.” He reassured you as he pet your head tenderly and scratched your head and went about his business.

He sold his eggs to his neighbors and townspeople and using said profits to buy feed and a few supplies and food stuffs, getting compliments on you everywhere he went as kids especially wanted to pet your head from his shirt which you allowed before you noticed that different orcs also had birds too, mostly hawks and owls though, a few with parrots and some with other cockatiels who took a great interest in you. So to see an orc with a cockatiel, wasn’t much of a stretch and seen as normal.

Garth told everyone that he had had you for months and that he had hatched you himself and that it was his first time taking you out of the house as they all marveled at how you could talk, and talk so well like a person. 

“That was fun.” You said once you got back to Garth’s house. 

“Good, I’m glad you had fun. When was the last time you were outside?” He asked. 

“I’m not sure, it’s been a very long time. The only sunshine I ever got was refracted by mirrors.” You answered. 

“Why only refracted sunlight?” He asked. 

“Because I get my magic from sunshine- but he could not risk me being seen through a window. Or else my bretheren may have rescued me sooner.” You answered. 

“What did you do for him?” He asked carefully. 

“I don’t wish to talk about it.” You shook your head no. 

“Ok, then don’t. I don't need to know and if it's painful or uncomfortable to even talk about it, then don't. I was just curious. You don't owe me any kind of explanation." He reassured you, not being upset or mad that you were keeping that information to yourself. 

Over the next few weeks, you grew stronger and bigger and he tended to your wounds and before you knew it, your feathers grew in around your neck again, revealing a gold ring that thanks to the tumeric baths was still yellow like the rest of you. You could fly around his house with ease and bask in the sunshine coming in through the windows, all the while taking tumeric baths to stay yellow.

You often perched yourself on his shoulder and talked with him. The only times he wasn’t with you is when he went to the outhouse or simply let you hang out in the trees when he bathed in the stream that left the lake so that the soapy water wouldn't disturb the animals that kept to the lake itself.

Otherwise you continued to sleep on his chest at night and ate from his plates and bowls and drank from his cups. You really liked the water coming from his well and streams, because it was sweet and delicious. But when those men returned to look for you, you hid in plain sight in his pocket. 

In the meantime the reward for you only increased. What was once 5 thousand pieces of gold turned to 10 then 15 then 20, now it was 25 thousand pieces of gold and there seemed to be a hunt for you and all of them started at Garth’s farm.

Garth continued to rake in his own fortune from people paying to look it over, all of his chickens and other birds looked over and all of his white birds sold for handsome prices. All while you stayed hidden right in his shirt pocket in a beautiful pale yellow and when others asked, he claimed that he had hatched you himself but that you were lame, that your wings were disfigured and broken beyond repair and that there was no way you could have flown before they continued to look elsewhere. 

When you spotted a nest of hawks you got a great idea, you plucked out a few of your own unstained feathers and stuck them in the nest as if looking like you had been fed to the hatchlings and once others came and paid Garth to climb all of his trees, your “remains” were found. 

The new King Unsae’s wrath burned so badly you could practically feel the heat from his great castle from your place in Garth’s home. But instead of being in fear, you felt happy that he was never going to get you or any other moura into his palace ever again. The new King Unsae begrudgingly paid a few gold coins just for the feathers and ordered that the reward posters be taken down and gave up. But even he was aged and quickly died, before his son followed him into the grave too. And their many wives quickly following them to death soon after.

Leaving only the boy who had freed you was left to rule in his great grandfather's place. King Edgar Unsae. Now aged 9.

And his first act as king, was that it was now illegal to capture and detain any magical beings, specifically mouras and if any were rumored and found out, they would be put to death. As all the white birds Garth had sold were given back to him for free. Because many didn't even want to chance having a white bird in their possession. But Garth knew that they were just plain birds. No magic, nothing special, other than the color.

And by now Garth had used all that money to expand his humble house and rebuild the roof and even spruced up the barn and bought more land around his farm and his lake and streams and put up many 'no trespassing' signs all around it.

King Edgar Unsae had everyone in his family who had ever had a hand in keeping you bound and captive or kept such knowledge a secret to keep you enslaved- were then kept captive to their own rooms. For what they imposed on you- would be imposed on them until their dying day. And because he was king, and an absolute ruler, he was obeyed without question among his other subjects. Even his own mother was not allowed to rule as his Queen Regent or Consort.

And when his mother staged a coup, with the rest of the remaining family, King Edgar had the very same collar and chains that you had worn for so long were put onto them as punishments as they too were put into the very dungeon you once resided in, with no candles, or fires allowed. They too were confined to cages the exact same size as the one you were kept in and recieved the same treatment they once inflicted on you. And the servants who were once tasked with feeding you were locked in there with them to serve thier duties, so that he alone was the only one left with the guilty memory of how his family came to be royalty and have monarchy. As he then freed every slave in his kingdom and freed every bird in the managerie, just in case any other had been caught accidentally.

And soon those that had once hunted you- moved on and far away so that you would never see them again. As it finally seemed that your prayers were answered, and done so in style.

Then things returned to normal, at least, according to Garth. But by that time, it was now fall. And he was getting his newly improved houes ready for the winter that was fast approaching.

“So where should you be flying home to?” Garth asked one day as he was gathering pumpkins from his garden as you played peekabo from the foliage as he caught sight of birds flying south for the winter and looked back at you with a bittersweet smile, feeling like at any moment, you would do the same.

“I don’t know. Have I overstayed my welcome?” You asked worriedly. 

“No, of course not. You can stay until the end of time if you wanted to. I’m in no hurry to get rid of you, but you’ve been away from home for who knows how long, I’m sure they have missed you.” Garth reassured you. 

“Well it is the fall, I hear how the other orcs ask you if you’re going to be “reaping” this year. Will you?” You asked him curiously as you walked over to him before hopping up on the pumpkin and then climbed up his arm as he lifted it and put it into his wheelbarrow. 

“No, not this year.” He shook his head no. 

“Can I ask what it is and why not?” You asked. 

“Reaping is what we call our tradition of getting a mate.” Garth answered. 

“Oh. Then why don’t you? You have a lovely farm and you’re a respected and cherished member of your society. Your house has good foundations and while it’s humble, it’s charming and cozy and full of love and comfort. You make a good living doing what you do. Don’t you want to share that with anyone?” You asked softly as you rested on his shoulder and looked at him thoughtfully.  

“I already share it with you, I don’t need anyone else.” He reassured you. 

“But I’m no slave to you, I could leave tomorrow.” You softly argued. 

“You could, and I would be grateful I got to be your friend while you were here. And that would be enough.” He insisted and your heart was overcome with warmth while a twinge of guilt remained.

“But don’t you want a mate who could be with you forever or until the two of you part in death right? I’m not..I shouldn’t keep you from that.” You posed as you felt guilty that you were the reason he wasn’t looking for a mate. 

“You’re not keeping me from that. I’m content with what I have and where I am.” He reassured you. 

“I have never met anyone like you, you are content with what you have, even as humble yet dignified as it is. I have never known anyone who was content with what they already have, everyone I’ve ever known has been greedy, always asking for more and more. What makes you so different?” You asked curiously. 

“I grew up poor, I learned early on that life is what you make it, and who you share your life with. Not your possessions. Possessions can be stolen, taken away, bought and sold. LIfe does not result in the stuff you can accumulate. Only the impact you make on others around you.” He professed as he wheeled his produce into his house so he could start preparing it to stay in his root cellar under the house itself.  

“And that’s why I will stay then, but I need you to know what I did for Lord Unsae.” You said as you flew down from his shoulder to the counter in front of him before you extended your wings to show off that fifth golden feather. 

“Have you heard of a moura?” You asked. 

“No,” he shook his head as that made you frown. Surely everyone knew what a moura was. But maybe they all learned their lessons from your example and stopped coming to the surface just in case they get captured and maybe you had been in Lord Unsae’s servitude so long that all memory of your brethren had faded from memory. 

“Have you ever heard of ‘the Midas touch’? That everything Midas touched, turned to gold?” You asked him thoughtfully. 

“Let me guess that’s what those gold feathers are for?” Garth guessed as you nodded your head yes. 

“At first, he asked me to turn everyday objects into gold, then it was mud bricks, stamped and molded into the shape of gold bricks that I would turn for him. Then he used me on his enemies, at first I refused to turn people to gold but he had me bound by chaining me up and no matter how much I struggled, he wore special gold tipped gloves and pushed me onto his enemies and turned them to solid gold at the threat he would break my limbs. Then he broke them down into chunks and melted them down into gold bars and I have been enslaved in his dungeon ever since. I have seen three generations of his family grow up, and a fourth enter childhood. All of them more cruel than he was. Then a few years ago, he finally got really sick, and his young great grandson, Edgar, the only kind person in that family- took over taking care of me, he fed me enough to gain some strength. He’s was only 5 when he started to care for me. Then a few months ago, as his great grandfather lay dying in bed while his children and grandchildren fought and bickered about who would be bound to next, he stole the key. He started a fire and he set me free by pushing me into it and I was reborn as I am. It was very painful but a relief to finally be free. But once I escaped out of the dungeons thorugh the path that the light took to give me refracted sunlight, I did so, only to emerge to find that the once humble house is now a palace and that what was once a small village is now a huge sprawling city. Built by the very gold I turned while enslaved to him..” You confessed as you started crying.

Garth covered his mouth as he stared at you in horror, tears starting to run down his cheeks before he picked you back up to hold you to his chest once again and pet you.

"I swear on my life, that I will never let anything or anyone ever hurt you or enslave you ever again. I will protect you and give up everything I have if it means keeping you safe. I will take you back home and back to your bretheren myself if I have to." He swore before he took you to bed, letting you lay on his chest again and pet you until you fell asleep, cooing soft soothing words to you the whole time. 

Come morning, Garth got the surprise of his life to find you in your true form, a young woman, with wings like an angel, sleeping on his chest. Your long blonde hair falling all over as he gingerly reached out and stroked your soft hair, moving it out of the way on your face and once he did, he felt he could recognize you in your sleeping form. You were practically naked on top of him, wearing a simple silk gown under his covers and he looked down to see your hands as the pinky finger nail was painted gold as your hands were grasping the covers to make sure all of yourself was covered and comfortable as your soft wings were at his sides. He could still recognize the same opalescent shimmer in them, from the few that he could see in the morning light. He gently let his hands settle on the small of your back as he noticed you had some curves and softness to you. He was scared to blink or to really breathe, for fear he was dreaming this. 

How many times had he fantasized that you were more than just a bird, a human or a humanoid kind of person rather? Countless by now. He looked down and realized you were ridiculously gorgeous and he was so unworthy. He was just a poor farmer. He didn’t have much to offer you but a hard life of hard work. But he found himself in a conundrum, should he keep you here and keep you safe? Or let you go and find your family, wherever they were? Then he realized he would probably sell everything he did have to go with you to find where you belonged as he mentally worked out who he could sell everything to before you woke up as your head was over his chest and his heart thumping woke you up. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you woke up and lifted yourself to look around before you looked down at him before you noticed your hands splayed out on his chest supporting you as he looked up at you in both fear and stunned silence. 

“Oh gods,” you began to freak out as you did your best to get off of him and away from him before he gently reached out to keep you near but didn’t actually grab you. 

“It’s ok, it’s ok, you’re ok, I’m not gonna hurt you, no matter what form you take Opal.” He reassured you as he sat up in bed and simply let his hands stroke down your arms as you sat on your knees at the foot of his bed. You looked up at him as the fear slowly left you and you stayed sitting there as your dark aquamarine eyes searched his dark brown ones for any trace of dishonesty and didn’t find any. Still the same old Garth you had come to trust and admire, adore and love.

“You’re not...disappointed I’m not a bird?” You asked warily. 

“No. Not disappointed at all.” He shook his head as he slowly let his hands fall from you now that you weren’t going to flee from him. 

“Relieved though.” He blurted before he could stop himself. 

“Relieved?” You frowned in confusion. 

“Yeah,” he rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled bashfully while his cheeks darkened as you sat on your knees and ducked your head to catch his gaze again.

“I’ve sort of um, been falling in love with you? And I thought I was going crazy falling in love with a shape shifting bird.” He confessed. 

“A moura.” You supplied, a gentle smile on your lips. 

“My kind, they’re called mouras. Kind of like selkies or swan maidens but a little different. The kind of persons that can change their form and shape.” You revealed.

You pulled his blanket tight around you and your wings as you retold what had happened to you the last time you were in this form. And how you had been captured and the true extent of your slavery. You told him more about your kind, where they lived, what they did. And what year you remember it being when you were younger, before Lord Unsae was in your life before Garth told you that that was actually about 200 years ago and that the old King Unsae was practically ancient and had outlived all of his many old wives in that time and all of his previous children too since most humans rarely lived past a hundred since the convergence. And that it was most likely your collar and only your collar that kept that old bastard alive even that long.

But to him, it was like you had barely aged at all, maybe a few years at the most.

The rest of the day was just nothing but awkward as you tried to make breakfast with him and tried to make yourself useful by collecting all the eggs. But thanks to your moura collar and cloak your clothes changed into what you had seen the other women wear in his village but then it was time to go into town to sell the eggs as you wanted to go, but at the same time, weren’t sure you wouldn’t be spotted and immediately turned over as you kept looking at your wings as if you had never seen them before as more and more of your past before your servitude began to come back to mind. But you didn't want to use them. And you feared what others would do or how they would treat you if they saw them.

“You don’t have to come with me into the village.” He excused as you were still trying to sort the last of the eggs as you got used to the weight of your wings again.

“If you don’t want me to, I don’t have to. I don’t want to be spotted, or recognized and turned over.” You shook your head no as you finished up and put them into the special carton he had made out of special paper pulp. 

“You wouldn’t be recognized or spotted. You can literally say you’re a local girl from the city who came to buy chickens from me and decided to come with me to the orc village to see what else they had to offer.” He countered. 

“I don’t even have any money, how would I buy anything? I can’t change gold like I used to. I mean just look at me? No one else looks like me. No one else has these wings. I don’t want anyone to…” You began to spiral as tears glazed your eyes as you sat sideways in his large chair and rebraided your hair, simply out of anxiousness as your wings nervously shook and fluttered but you didn't dare try to use them to fly as they hung down behind the back of the chair.

“I know. And I vowed that you’d never turn anything into gold, ever. And I mean it. You should not feel like you need to earn your keep around here.” He reminded you. 

“But aren’t I going to be eating more than my bird form usually did?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I would certainly hope so. Look, don’t worry. I’ll take care of us. The garden was especially bountiful this year. There will be more than enough food to feed the both of us very well.” He reassured you. 

“So just, hang tight. I’ll go to town, sell what I can, buy what I need and I’ll be back. But when I go, bolt the door and stay inside if you feel safer inside. Or you can still go home if you would prefer.” He offered as you nodded in understanding before he left and you watched from the windows as he did so. But looking around now, you didn't want to go home. Because you felt that if you tried, you'd never be allowed back here again. You loved Garth you wanted his home to be yours too. You wanted to be Garth's mate. And that finally seemed to click. Now that you were in this form, Garth, could in theory, reap you as his mate instead and in an instant, your wings receeded back into your body, much to your relief.

You immediately went outside and got some mud and reformed the same mud bricks you turned all those countless times before. You were going back to that gods forsaken city and buy everything you wanted to really make this house your home. You didn’t want to go back to the cloud realm. You didn’t want to leave. You wanted to stay with him. And find a way to make this work. Even as awkward as today had been. Today was the first time he was really seeing you, the real you and he knew your past and he was still dead set on protecting you if you wanted him to. So since he had spent the last few months taking care of you, you wanted to take care of him too. 

You transformed into a hawk and flew with the bar of gold and transformed back into a young woman, your clothes mimicking the other clothes of the women in the city as you entered it, the bar of gold hidden in the folds of your garments that your collar and cloak gave you. You went to the money changers and read and understood the money system. 

“Yes?” The money changer asked. 

“Hi, my grandfather died and I received this as part of my inheritance. I wanted to exchange it for coin please.” You said as you gave it to him. 

“Wow, quite the inheritance. Yeah, sure, a classic imperial bar, is worth…” He began as he gave you the fair price for it in coin.

You were happy to take the sacks of coins and put them on the front of your belt under your own cloak before you went shopping, first buying another set of draft horses and a cart and their tack. And you had helped Garth with his horses enough that you knew how to handle a cart and went to the market and bought everything you wanted and desired, spices of every kind. And thick heavy blankets and more fabric to make clothes and needles and threads and all kinds of food stuffs and seeds and grains for bread that should last you through the winter, along with more food stuffs than you were sure could be eaten in a year or even five. But it was a start. You even got new pots and pans and a set of actual silverware and pretty ceramic plates.

You made sure you did not spend all of your money. Just in case you needed to duplicate the actual coins. Then you made your way back to Garth’s house and were happy that you got back before he did as you hurriedly and happily unloaded the whole cart’s worth of goods into the house before you brought the horses into the barn and put the cart behind where Garth usually kept his and used unused stalls for your new horses and gave them hay and feed. You put the tack next to where Garth usually put his tack in the barn before you went back inside to fully unpack everything. Then you started to make something for dinner, using recipes from the food vendors and other cooks in the city where you had eaten lunch. You were sure it would be finished cooking when he would come back. You used what you had bought and it was ready just about the time that Garth came back, his own cart full of things too before he opened up his house to see what you had done to his house. 

“So, uh, where’d you go today?” He asked as he looked at the new things around his house curiously. with the ghost of a grin on his full lips.

“To that gods forsaken city. You said you would not ask me to make more gold. But I wanted to, if only to really make this house into my home.” You answered with an easy smile as you looked over one of the many new books you had gotten both for yourself and for him that you read from your own special chair that was across from where he always sat at his little table as new candles were in new candle holders and wonderful incense was burning in an incence holder to fill the house with it's soothing fragrance.

“Oh, ok. So, you’re staying, that’s good. I wish you could have told me that wanted all of this, I could have bought it. I still had all that money from selling all my white birds this summer.” He gestured to it. 

“Do you not like it?” You asked.

“No! I do. I’m honored and flattered you troubled yourself, but you didn’t need to. But I’m happy you felt free to do so in the first place. Because you’re always free to do whatever you want, and whatever it would take to help you feel at home here.” Garth answered. 

“Good. Need some help?” You asked as you nodded to his full cart. 

“You don’t have to..” He tried to wave off but you simply smiled and slipped into your new winter boots you had bought and pulled your wings back in and pulled on a coat you had bought too to help him carry it all in. 

“You’re way stronger than I thought you’d be.” Garth realized. 

“Thanks.” You chirped as you did what you could. 

“How’d you get all of this here? Did you fly it here or…?” Garth asked. 

“No. I flew to the outskirts of the city but then I changed into this and walked right in, they thought I was a local and I bought another pair of horses and a cart and then bought it all and loaded it up into the cart and drove it here. I did see some humans in your orc village but humans mainly keep to the city, I figured I’d blend in better there. Plus I have what the imperial gold brick practically ingrained into my mind body and with the explanation that I got one as part of an inheritance, it was easy to pass off as any other I’ve made before. So the money changers were happy to give me it’s worth in coins. And from here, I can make the little coins much easier than the bricks. It’s a simple symbol stamped into the coin to denote the value of it.” You explained as you showed him the few you had already made while you waited for dinner to cook over the hearth as they were indistinguishable from the others while also showing him the others you had made that were used in his village from the bowl of clay and other ceramic tools nearby to sculpt the coins perfectly out of clay first before turning them into gold.

“So... about the reaping…would you want me to...” You began to say before Garth simply reached out and gently cupped your cheek to pull your face up to him before he softly pressed a kiss to your lips as you reached out to grab him to pull him flush with yourself as you initiated for the kiss to deepen. Which was all he wanted and needed as permission to kiss you the way he had fantasized about all day.

Only a heartbeat later, he picked you up and carried you over to the bed as your clothes seemed to lesson and vanish right in his hands once you freed your feet of their boots and your shoulders of that coat before he laid you down on that bed of furs he just bought and laid over the bed as he could not get his own clothes off fast enough. 

“Am I squishing you or hurting you?” He asked worriedly as he suddenly remembered how much bigger he was than you and suddenly had to hold himself up to keep himself from hurting you, even accidentily.  

“Nope. not at all.” You reassured him before his cock finally entered you as you blew out a breath of relief that your womanhood stretched to accommodate his size. 

“Fuck.” He cursed as he seated himself in you, both in relief and in surprise he was able to do so. 

“Bad?” You asked worriedly but he shook his head adamantly. 

“No, too good. I feel like I’m gonna cum right now and you need your pleasure first.” Garth admitted. 

“Then go slow.” You urged him as you pulled him closer while your ankles were happy to cross behind the small of his back to keep him there. 

“I’m trying.” Garth blew out a shaky breath but a bright smile before he finally chanced a slow, stroke and your eyes closed in serenity to feel him in you and all around you. Your own Garth. You own provider and protector. The only one you wanted and needed.

Then the more he picked up the pace, the more pleasurable it was for both of you before you finally, after so long, finally got your own release as it had been far too long since you got to have one and no sooner than you had before Garth finally let himself cum and overstuffed you practically as you were pretty sure he was filling every inch of your womb with his seed as you only hoped it would take root. 

“Oh gods I was so scared I was going to come home to find you had gone and be gone for good.” Garth admitted as he laid protectively over you and kised you sweetly all over your face.

“No, never. But while you’re an orc and while you can’t partake in my union traditions, which is both mouras will exchange collars, I hope this will be a nice and good alternative.” You offered as you slid the two matching rings that were on his nightstand that you had made earlier and slid them onto his ring finger like you had seen other married persons do both in his village and in the city before you slid a matching one onto your own ring finger.

“I love it. It’s perfect. I don’t need a collar. I just want you, and for you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” Garth offered as he marveled at it. 

“And I want you to be happy and content, both with your life and with me.” You offered. 

“I am, perfectly happy and content. Even if you never make another drop of gold. Even if you never buy or do anything else. Just sharing this house with me so we both call it home is already more than enough.” He reassured you. 

“It’s home, but only because you call it home too. I’ve lived the last 200 years in a cage in a dungeon of a palace. To live free, and to be loved and cared by you? Doesn’t compare to anything else. No bird needs a cage. But all birds need a roost. And this, is my roost. Till death do us part.” You offered. 

“If not, far beyond into eternity.” He insisted. 

“Deal, but first, please get dinner out of the fire before it burns.” You requested as the scent was starting to tell you that dinner was getting close to burning and bubbling over from it’s kettle. 

“Yup.” He practically bounded off of you as you were happy to see him quickly run over the fire naked before you whistled at his amazing sculpted body which only got him to laugh. As he was careful to pull the spit out from the fireplace before he got redressed as your moura cloak became a simple night gown with a robe and a pair of house slippers to walk over the table as he was happy to move the clay and your pottery tools aside to set the table to plate all the food you had made as you were happy to call this your new home, and Garth your mate, collar or no collar at all.

[flawlessstriker]

Naruto Kinktober 2023 Day 25 - Yukigakure - Tentacles - Serial Killer AU @narutokinktober

[acescorazon]

Uh, if you follow me because of my writing then.. i'm sure you probably know that uh... i be writing. LOL. i put my whole ass dick in my writing and can never write anything under like 2k words most of the time. With that being said, I'm almost fairly certain that i can make most of the requests in my inbox one shots, maybe two shots if need be, but there are a couple that i have a gut feeling i cannot make into either of those things and i don't like the idea of like 20k+ word one shots LMAO. Like i honest to god think that some of them might be that long or longer given the way that i write and giving what the requests are lol. Some of these are series material. Some of yall asked me for a plate of food and in return i'll be giving you a four course meal because i don't want to overwhelm anyone. I'm like your grandma, always making sure you've all eaten, but sometimes i get a little..carried away. Anyways i'll still be continuing kinktober (Ik it's November now shhhh), but i want to start working on the requests in my inbox, and also i have way too fucking many fics that i need out of my drafts, it's...unreal.

Anyways, we're going to kick things off with the requests that i think will take a little longer than others, and i'll post everything here for you babies, and then once i'm done just cross post my fics to Ao3 lol.

[makur0]

Day 26 - Lingerie [arashi narukami x gn! reader]

content warnings - nsfw, mdni. power bottom! arashi(?), lap dance, teasing

word count - 140

“Mmm? You like this?”

You scowled, flustered as Arashi straddled your lap, looking coy as she pressed herself against you. She was adorned in a lacey baby-blue lingerie set that came with thigh-high stockings, a choker, and hell, even a leash that she was wrapping around your own neck to bring you closer for a kiss.

Shuddering as she moaned purposefully into your mouth, your hands gripped her hips tightly, albeit confusedly.

“You’re getting so heated up, for what?” She whispered, separating from you and dragging her deft fingers along her torso, leaving her collar around your neck. “You poor thing... I’m not even touching you.”

“Shut-” Your breath hitched as she purposefully rubbed against your sex. “Shut up-p...”

“Not anytime soon, darling,” She cooed out, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “Let me just have my fun for now...”

[suzy-queued]

Day 26: "You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat."

Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings

A little re-imagining of the Hall of Shame scene.

[vampirefest]

[evasivedevotee]

(FAMILIAR) LOVE BITES || Elliott x Shane

RATING: EXPLICIT 18+ OBVIOUSLY

PAIRING: TRANS Elliot x TRANS Shane

TAGS: Werewolf Shane, biting, rough oral/piv sex, t-dick in vagina sex, multiple orgasms, blood, dom/sub i guess, a/b/o adjacent, breeding/mating, panty kink, tongue/face fucking, size kink/difference (better tags on AO3 sorry)

WORDS: 3719

SUMMARY:

The beast took notice of his display of fear. It returned to his side and leered over him. Elliott forced himself to open his eyes and face his fate. What he deserved for admonishing his obviously missing lover. The beast remained familiar. It smelled like Shane, yes, but somehow it looked like Shane too. In all its angry fur and jagged teeth and… drool, it was familiar. Surely, he was becoming delirious. He could do nothing but ache at the terrible fate his love had faced at the hands of such a thing. His raised a hand in defeat and cried out Shane’s name, as if he could recall any of his essence destroyed by the monster. It lurched forward and rubbed its head against Elliott’s hand, like a dog. What a foul beast! Elliott fainted.

(puppysuki/sukipuppy's kinktober day 16 biting)

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OR

Elliott found himself sulking in the Cindersap Forest once again. He enjoyed the privacy the forest usually offered, but tonight he could swear he was being watched. He tried to ignore the feeling as he sat on the riverbank and gazed up at the stars. Quickly he became lost in his thoughts, heart aching ever so slightly for a lover once more.

Elliott never thought that he would find himself enthralled with any of the townspeople, and maybe he wasn’t quite at that stage yet, but he was certainly interested in Shane. He was strong willed but ultimately good hearted and kind. Elliott only knew that because they had gotten quite close over the last few months. But suddenly Shane felt distant. He’d been avoiding Elliott for almost a week now. And he had to be avoiding him—Elliott was certain— because he had tried everything he could think of to try to get in touch with him. Maybe it had gotten a bit out of hand but he was heartbroken! Surely Shane had known he was a hopeless romantic when he’d first gotten involved with him. A man of his age ought to know better than to leave a relationship on troubled footing for so long, surely!

Of course, Elliott was feeling a bit dramatic, as always, but he did feel lonesome without Shane. Their relationship had been the first time in a long time that he’d been able to connect with another person in general, let alone another trans person. They’d shared such intimate moments together, and they laughed and they understood. And this treatment hurt a whole lot more than it usually would. Elliott could handle being ignored—indeed to an extent he expected to be— he knew just as well as anyone that he could be a bit pretentious at times. But Shane had never ignored him. Even before they had dated, even before they were friends, he’d never ignored Elliott. While he was usually one to seek out new experiences, he wasn’t enjoying this new feeling.

He wanted to cry, though the ability had long since left him. He would be too frustrated to cry even if that wasn’t the case. He missed Shane emotionally and romantically mainly, but he ached for him physically, too. He was only human after all. What Shane did to him physically blew every other relationship he’d ever had out of the water. Elliott was desperate to feel Shane bite him ever so gently again. And maybe not so gently, too. He’d never would have known that about himself if they’d never met. And now they weren’t on speaking terms? May never see each other again? He was despondent. Maybe it was selfish and vapid to worry about losing that part of their relationship but that’s how he earnestly felt.

He sighed to himself. He rubbed his hands together to try to keep warm, the autumn night having become cold. If Shane was there, he’d offer him his jacket, or find some other way to help him get warm. He’d keep him warm. He sighed.

Elliott was thrust back into reality when he heard noises behind him. The rustling of leaves could be explained but then there was the crunching of them. The snapping of twigs. Then there were the footsteps. First of two feet and then four. The idea of footsteps imply walking, imply personhood. It was charging. At Elliott. He could only curl in on himself and brace for impact.

Whatever it was grabbed him, and held him to its chest as it retreated to the woods. Elliott couldn’t see, and he didn’t dare open his eyes but he could feel that it was the largest animal, ever. He could not conceive of an animal that could abduct an entire human being, let alone one that would. But still something seemed so familiar about it.

Something about the beast smelled familiar. So much so it managed to distract Elliott from the fact that he has being dragged farther and farther into the woods by some eldritch horror certainly to be eaten. It was right on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t place the smell. He was shaken into reality once more by the feeling of the monster slowing. Slower and slower, at a leisurely pace, it strolled into what was surely a confined area. It was too late. This was the end for Elliott. His life would end here and he would never find out what he’d done so wrong to turn Shane away. Maybe he preferred it that way.

The beast let him out of its grasp and he tried to stay as small as possible. The area was warmer than it was in the clearing before, but the ground was bitterly cold. Stone cold. It had carried him into a cave. Why?

He ached for Shane. The hard headed brute would know what to do in a situation like this. What would Shane do? Shane, Shane, Shane. Shane. The beast smelled like Shane. Elliott couldn’t help but cry out for him. Had he been disappeared by the monster this entire time, while Elliott sat around and pouted like a selfish brat?

The beast took notice of his display of fear. It returned to his side and leered over him. Elliott forced himself to open his eyes and face his fate. What he deserved for admonishing his obviously missing lover. The beast remained familiar. It smelled like Shane, yes, but somehow it looked like Shane too. In all its angry fur and jagged teeth and… drool, it was familiar. Surely, he was becoming delirious. He could do nothing but ache at the terrible fate his love had faced at the hands of such a thing. His raised a hand in defeat and cried out Shane’s name, as if he could recall any of his essence destroyed by the monster. It lurched forward and rubbed its head against Elliott’s hand, like a dog. What a foul beast! Elliott fainted.

Elliott awoke to find himself… alive, much to his surprise. He had been dragged from where he’d been left originally and laid on some kind of pelt. He realized he could only tell he was laying on a pelt because his clothes had become tattered while he was unconscious. Had the beast tried to eat him? He wasn’t in any pain other than from the whole falling unconscious on stone thing.

He opened his eyes finally, trying to surmise an escape route if he could find one. That’s when Elliott realized the beast was all around him. It was spooning him. He was angry only until it stirred. He gasped as its claws slid up him arm. It moved closer to him and sniffed him. It licked from his collarbone all the way up to his ear. He couldn’t help but shiver. “Elliott…”

So familiar. “Shane?”

He hummed. “Sorry you had to find out this way.”

Elliott turned to face Shane and sure enough, it was him! He was two or three times the size he normally was and he was covered in fur and he bared violent teeth and drooled all over Elliott, but he was Shane. And he was alive. Elliott could deal with Shane’s desperate form as long as he was alive. “What are you?”

“A werewolf. Obviously.” His voice was strained, but entirely his own.

He caressed his face as he panted. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not something… that you go around, just telling people.” He nodded and comforted Shane when he nuzzled his neck.

His attention was drawn away from Shane as his ever-increasing drool dripped on to skin that ought to be covered. “What happened to my clothes?”

Shane raised a hand… paw? And stretched his fingers apart in such a way that it nearly triggered a fight or flight reaction in Elliott. “Tend to lose a bit of dexterity to the paw and claws. I wanted to move you further inside to keep you comfortable and some of your clothes got ruffed up. Then I noticed you had a fever and tried to take your jacket off. I was as gentle as I could… fabric just likes to shred I guess.”

“Poor thing.” Elliott laughed and patted Shane’s head. Something about him trying so hard for him mended his broken heart.

“Sorry I scared you so badly earlier. I really wasn’t trying to it’s just that when I caught your scent you smelled upset. I tried to stay away from you but I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Why would you try to stay away from me? Aside from the obvious, of course.”

Shane chuckled. “You can’t smell the musk in here? It’s mating season, dear.”

“Oh, I see.” Elliott blushed as Shane crawled on top of him.

Shane leaned down and nipped at his neck. “Do you mind?”

Elliott gently shoved him back. “Well, I mean, you aren’t yourself right now, isn’t it wrong if we go there?”

Shane brushed his paw against Elliott’s face, careful not to scratch him with his claws. “Such a sweetheart…” He leaned forward so that their noses were touching. “If I wasn’t myself, why would I stay away? I can’t resist you unless you want me too. If I wasn’t myself, it wouldn’t be about what you wanted at all would it?”

Elliott nodded. “I’ve lived this life long enough that I can control myself as easily as I would otherwise. But you know I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Elliott’s face was a deep red. “I-I want to it’s just that… this can’t turn me, right? And I’ll survive sex with you, right?”

Shane chuckled again. “Only if you want me to. And you’ve survived sex with me so far, haven’t ya? Hardly have the tools to get as rough with as I usually do in the woods.”

“OK. Just be careful.” Shane nodded, and started to kiss and gently bite his neck. While Elliott was certainly concerned about the large teeth Shane had in this form, his arousal outweighed his fears.

Elliott couldn’t help but tremble as his clothes were ripped off by Shane. His claws couldn’t manage much else, but it still made him feel vulnerable to his desires. His jacket had long been shredded but he was soon free of his shirt as well, his small breasts toyed with by Shane as he worked his way down his torso. Shane kissed and nipped at his skin, but Elliott noticed how often that was interrupted by small bites. Not gentle, just small. It made him jump every time, but he'd be lying if he said it turned him off. Shane noticed this and rose to his knees.

Elliott’s legs were spread and his pants were shredded off by Shane. He quivered under Shane’s wrath; his belt buckle even being broken in his haste. He continued to shake as his lover leered over him, gasping when he kissed him. Kissing was a bit awkward with the changes in anatomy but it was soothing to do something a little more familiar.

He whimpered as Shane’s paw slid up and down his thigh, his delicate panties the only thing keeping him at bay. His thumb started to rub Elliott’s cock, up and down, up and down, up and down. The motion was gentle, but his claws tore the lace of his panties regardless. His moaning broke their kiss, his body jerking towards Shane despite the danger, aching from his neglect. Shane bit his neck a few times before he growled. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Shane rose to his knees once more, and grabbed Elliott by his thighs. His fingers long enough to nearly wrap around them completely, and Elliott was not a small man. He dragged him forward and up his body, careful not to knock his head on the stone below. He all but threw him in the air and spun him around, grabbing him up again. Elliott was upside down, his legs spread and thighs on Shane’s shoulders, his knees bent behind his head, and Shane rubbed his back as he shoved his face in his cunt. He growled as he breathed in Elliott’s scent. “You smell so good when you’re a little bit scared.”

Elliott whimpered as he felt Shane’s teeth through the fabric. With one jerk of his head, Elliott was completely nude, completely defenseless. He was getting wetter by the second. Shane spit the ripped panties on the ground, but grabbed them and rubbed them between his legs. Elliott was forced to realize just how much bigger Shane was when he couldn’t even see between his legs. “Shane!” He gasped as he began to mercilessly lick and suck his cunt. Shane only laughed at his display and continued, rubbing his back to soothe him.

Elliott held on to Shane as well as he could, trying to keep himself stable as his cunt was used as his lover pleased. With the blood pooling to his head, it didn’t take long for Elliott to cum. He’d be embarrassed if not for the situation as hand. Still Shane wasn’t satisfied, sucking on his overstimulated little cock even as Elliott shook harder. He smacked his ass hard when he dug his nails into Shane’s fur in desperation. A large paw moved forward and opened Elliott up, giving Shane the ability to from his cock to his entrance; front to back, front to back, front to back. His oversized tongue hesitating before plunging into Elliott’s tight little cunt. He pushed in further and further, until Elliott screamed, letting him know he’d found his g-spot. Shane flicked his tongue back and forth, panting and drooling all over himself and Elliott as he tongue fucked his little cunt. He only got to rub Elliott’s little cock a couple of times before he came. Elliott trembled as he came again, the ecstasy of his orgasm ruined as he couldn’t help but ejaculate, immediately beginning to worry that squirting on a werewolf would trigger some kind of animalistic reflex. Shane only reveled in it, pulling his tongue out of Elliott so that he could lick it up.

Shane set him down as gently as he could, and gave him time to collect himself. Elliott’s head spun, both from the fucking and from the blood finally rushing away from his head. Shane sat in front of him and rubbed his leg, soothing him, yes, but also keeping his legs spread. His eyes trailed up to look at Elliott’s face from time to time, so he could check on him, but he was largely transfixed on his bullied cunt. The view fueling the movement between his legs, where he jerked his own cock wrapped in Elliott’s decimated panties. His lover’s juices mixing with his own made him cum quickly. He forced himself to discard the panties, fearing that he might ingest them otherwise. Elliott whimpered when he heard Shane cum, knowing that he’d be after him again soon. Though overwhelmed, Elliott was enthusiastic as ever, it had been a week since they’d been together after all. And he loved being used by Shane.

He raised a hand and Shane helped him up, pulling him to his chest. Both sitting flat on the ground, Elliott’s head barely made it up to Shane’s sternum. He felt tiny next to Shane, of course, but it only made him want to climb him like a tree. His fingers slid through his hair and Elliott looked up at him. Shane caressed his face and smirked. “Your turn.”

He looked down between Shane’s legs, everything hidden in tufts of fur. “My turn?”

Shane spread his legs. “Your turn.”

Elliott obliged, carefully sliding his puny hands between Shane’s tree trunk thighs (he meant that in the best way possible), and gently brushing fur back so that he could venture into the unknown. He gasped once he finally unearthed Shane’s cunt. Nothing about Shane had ever been small—indeed his transition subsumed into fat manhood very easily— his cunt and red-hot chode within were no exception. But Elliott quivered at the sight of just how large, and indeed fat his cunt was all the same. His mouth watered at his lover’s cock as well, he was easily four times larger than usual, keeping the proportions all the same. He reached out and gently touched him. “Your clitoris…”

“And you liked sucking me before.” Shane smirked down at Elliott again, and stood.

His angry chode and leaking cunt were eye level with Elliott as he sat on the ground. One paw held his auburn hair back, the other supporting the back of his neck. Elliott braced himself and held onto Shane’s thighs for balance. He flicked his tongue across his head, but quickly let his entire cock be engulfed by his mouth. He just couldn’t help himself. Shane leaned his head back and howled as Elliott deepthroated him. The sudden noise scared Elliott but he continued nonetheless. Gazing up at Shane panting and drooling he felt a deep sense of pride. He gave his best doe eyes when Shane met his gaze.

Elliott began to jerk Shane at the same rhythm he bobbed his head to, driving him up a wall. But he could tell that Shane could still take more. He gently rubbed his thumb against Shane’s entrance and he laughed at him again. “You know I’ll need a lot more than your tiny little thumb to feel anything.”

Elliott blushed from embarrassment and whimpered. Shane rubbed the back of his neck, and made a familiar motion with his hand, tucking his thumb close to the underside of his fingers. Elliott looked up at him questioningly. “You know I can take it. I’m soaked.” He was.

Elliott made his hand the same shape and gently prodded at Shane’s entrance. His drenched cunt took all of Elliott’s hand slowly, but easily. Though his insides ought to be as much bigger as the rest of him, right? He shuddered and groaned as his cunt tried to get used to the intrusion. He growled when Elliott set a slow pace inside of him. Elliott slowly picked up the pace, but that still wasn’t enough for Shane.

Growling again, Shane balled his fist up against the back of Elliott’s neck before relaxing it again. The redhead got the message and carefully formed a fist inside of Shane. He immediately felt the difference, Shane’s walls quaking more and drawing him further inside. Shane adjusted quickly to what he actually wanted. Soon he was in complete control, face fucking Elliott and in turn rolling his hips enough to control the pace of his fist too. He growled and groaned; he wouldn’t last much longer.

When Shane tilted his head back, Elliott shut his eyes, preparing for what was to come. He growled and bared his teeth as his eyes rolled back into his head, finally he found his edge and came. His orgasm was intense, his ejaculation no different, effectively marking Elliott as his own as he exploded all over him. Elliott got to swallow a little but most of what Shane had to offer ended up on his chest and was dripping down his body.

Almost as soon as Elliott was disentangled from Shane, the werewolf was on him again. There was a different spark in his eye and he bit Elliott’s shoulder, sinking his teeth in just enough to be able to lead him with the grip. He dragged him underneath him until he was back on the pelts, on his hands and knees, with his face down and ass in the air. He released his grip and licked the blood off his lips. He leaned in close to Elliott’s ear and licked his face. “I’m going to fill your pussy with puppies.”

A small “o-ok,” was all Elliott could muster as Shane slinked away and got into position. Any humor or irony he could find in Shane putting him in doggy style was immediately lost to the feeling of being pounded into all at once.

Shane held on to Elliott’s hip with one paw, and propped himself up with the other. He pulled Elliott’s hip back to meet his forward thrusts, setting a merciless pace. Shane was panting and drooling right next to Elliott’s face, but as he fucked him, he started to whine and whimper. His little chode overstimulated but desperate to mate. Elliott moaned with him, feeling extraordinarily lucky to be the person to accept Shane’s monstrous desires.

Shane snarled at the show of submission, snapping his jaws a few times before sinking his teeth into Elliott’s other shoulder. He cried out and came the second Shane’s teeth broke skin. His cunt clenching around Shane’s cock was heavenly but it wasn’t enough to make him cum yet. He fucked him even harder, the rough motions moving the pelt around beneath them. His claws sunk into Elliott’s hip and drew blood. He continued. Shane was seeing red. He needed to cum. He needed to mate. He needed to breed.

When Elliott clenched him tight and started crying out little chants of “oh Shane, Shane, Shane!” he knew he was milking his g-spot for all it was worth. He whimpered and whined into the wound he was making on Elliott as he got closer and closer to another orgasm. Elliott’s tight wet little cunt was going to give Shane all that he needed, and his heart felt swollen and thumped desperately. He released his bite once more, savoring Elliott’s sweet blood as he thrusts got sloppy. Harder, rougher, sloppier. Harder, rougher, sloppier. Harder, rougher, sloppier.

He licked Elliott’s face a few times and whined. “I love you sweetheart.”

Elliott gasped and whimpered. “I love you too.”

Shane snarled one final time and sunk his teeth into the side of Elliott’s neck; his mating bite. The redhead came immediately, as was the point. Shane following with a much harsher orgasm, ejaculating enough to create a puddle beneath them.

He rode out his orgasm and released Elliott, who collapsed instantly. He rolled his spent body onto his back, looking up at Shane. His blood and Shane’s drool dripping down on to him. Shane caressed his face. “Just once more?”

Elliott spread his legs. “Anything for you.”

[gallawitchxx]

i dunno when this takes place? not too early, but a bit early. like s5 boyfriend era maybe? if that doesn't feel right, you can headcanon something else lol. you can also then go get lost in this good ole fashion breathplay/choking fic by @smokey-mickey

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day 26: "you looks so good with my hand wrapped around your throat" for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

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He’d cut your dick off for saying it, but fuck, Mickey looks gorgeous in the soft, flickering glow of candlelight. 

You’re mesmerized, lost in the sparkling sheen of sweat that covers his sweetly furrowed brow, and you want to tell him, but you don’t want to fuck up this rare, unguarded moment.

Instead, you slip your hand up to his neck, watching as he adjusts to meet your grasp, hearing the almost peaceful sigh that escapes him as you stretch your fingers away from your thumb.

Instead, you say, “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”

[quietwingsinthesky]

it’s kind of funny cause tomorrow’s drabble is also about lucifer and jack just. uh. in a. different way.