#magic lube thursdays

[britcision]

So like it’s not gonna be soon or consistent but I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again so this is your One Warning Delicious in Dungeon crowd

Magic Lube Thursday may be making a comeback.

We even get the new anime episodes on Thursdays it’s perfect

[dawnagustd]

the kneady baker || ksj

The queen has made her list and checked it twice. She’s visiting those who have been naughty, and punishing them in ways that are oh so nice.

- Part of the Unholy Night Series.     

➻ title: the kneady baker  ➻ pairing: baker!seokjin x f!reader  ➻ genre: fantasy | holiday | magic | smut  ➻ word count: 1.7k  ➻ rating: 18+    ➻ warnings: dry humping | 69′ing | oral sex | food play | consensual knife play | kitchen sex | more beautiful, glorious cock | cum play/eating | tongue fucking | self erotic asphyxiation | breast/nipple play | deep throating | spit play(for lube) | pet names | ass eating | face riding | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | clothed sex | mentions money for sexual favors briefly | finger sucking | dirty talk     ➻ author’s note: Here we are!! Another fav of mine. Thanks again @taechwitaaah for helping me clean these up. I hope everyone enjoys this installment. Love you !!

Seokjin isn’t just a handsome man; his baking skills are top tier. 

Anything from freshly baked cookies to custom wedding cakes, he can easily whip it up. But he’s a very greedy man, and he never gives as much as he receives.

This guy loves to host one-on-one sessions for wealthy single ladies, looking to learn a few tips and tricks on Thursdays. However, instead of learning to fill pastries. They’re the ones who are getting stuffed with the baker’s big fat cock.

Those lonely women looking for a bit of fun, pay a hefty price for Seokjin’s entertainment, but it is never enough. He always wants more, and he gets it. How could they say no to a handsome face like his?

He knows of his gift, and he uses it well. Tonight, he’s in for it, though. Being hot will get him nowhere. You may have abandoned the toymaker for a sweet treat, but… You might as well see if the baker’s dick is worth the hype while you’re here.

“I need to know what you taste like.” 

Before you could even properly introduce yourself, Seokjin was all over you. It was only a matter of time before he wanted more.

He carelessly slides everything off of his workstation, making room for you to sit on top of his counter. You wrap your legs around his waist after he hoists you up. A squeak of surprise slips past your lips when he suddenly rips your top, throwing it and discarding it somewhere across the kitchen.

His mouth reunites with your flesh, and he begins claiming territory that doesn’t belong to him. Your fingers find refuge in his hair. You tug gently and elicit soft growls from his throat. The sound sends vibrations to your pussy. Your body tingles with want, but you won’t give in easily.

You arch your back to grant him more access when his lips brush against your left nipple, but he withdraws and leaves you confused. However, not for long. You should have known that he’s a man with many tricks—or treats, up his sleeve.

Seokjin opens the tiny refrigerator to his right and pulls out a small clear bowl with white cream inside. Your curious eyes follow his movements as he sets it next to you and removes the plastic wrap from over its rim.

“Everything’s better with whipped cream,” he insists. 

The baker then dips his finger in the bowl and collects some of the cream, bringing it to your lips carefully. 

“Try some,” he whispers.

You grab his wrist before bringing his hand closer. You notice how Seokjin’s brows raise when your lips wrap around his finger. Your eyelids flutter shut when the fluffy sweetness hits your taste buds. A delightful moan erupts from your throat as you swirl your tongue around his digit. Seokjin can barely contain himself as watches you.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

His voice oozes with lust. When you open your eyes and find him staring at you with the utmost admiration, you know he’s whipped and won’t be able to resist your charm.

“So are you,” you respond. 

Your compliment makes him smile, but he remains focused. Seokjin grabs a palette knife lying nearby and dips it into the whipped cream. He brings it up to your chest but pauses and waits for your approval.

“You’re okay with this?... It isn’t sharp.”

His manners impress you. 

“A gentleman… I like that,” you applaud. You smirk looking at the icing-covered blade, and then your eyes move back to the baker. “Go for it.”

You lean back and rest your weight on your palms, poking out your chest and allowing Seokjin to decorate you like you’re one of his freshly baked goodies.

Once he’s done, he steps back to admire his creation. His orbs twinkle and his mouth salivate at the sight of your cream-dressed mounds. You lift your finger and beckon for him to come closer.

“Am I going to have to clean myself up?” you ask.

Seokjin shakes his head.

“Of course not, beautiful.”

Seokjin dives in and cleanses your body with his tongue, licking up everything in his path. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to his body. Your centers meet and the friction of his jeans easily penetrates through your thin lace panties.

“You’re fucking delicious, baby. Once I’m done here, I’ll lick your sweet pussy clean too,” he promises.

“Fuck.”

He takes your nipple between his teeth, and you beg him for more. You grab onto his broad shoulders as you desperately try to find relief in his denim-clad crotch. Seokjin grinds against you, palms grabbing handfuls of your ass to guide your body with his. However, it’s only moments before you both are craving more. 

“Let’s swap,” you suggest. “Get up here and lie on your back.”

He does it with no hesitation.

Seokjin lies on the counter, and you straddle him, facing the direction of his feet. His eyes can see nothing but dripping wet pussy, and he’s very eager to feast.

“Well, start cleaning handsome.” 

You sit on his face, and Seokjin doesn’t waste any time.

He devours you like his favorite dessert. His arms hook beneath your thighs and he smothers himself with your cunt. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue entering your pussy.

Fuck.

Those lips feel as good as they look. 

You’d love to sit here carefree until you squirt all over his face, but you have work to do. You unzip his pants and remove his cock from his boxers. You’ll give him credit; this is the prettiest one you’ve ever seen. And it feels so heavy in your hand. You can’t wait to choke on it.

Licking the tip a few times, you let your saliva drip all over it. Seokjin’s entire body goes stiff when you start to slowly take him into your mouth. The warmth envelopes his dick and his reflexes make him want to thrust into your throat. To your disappointment, he stops himself.

You come up for air, so you can speak.

“It’s okay. I like it,” you assure.

With your approval, he begins fucking your throat as soon as he’s buried inside your mouth again. Your head begins to spin as he satisfies both two holes at once. You can see why those women don’t care if they’re getting robbed. The man is talented, without a doubt.

It only takes a few minutes for Seokjin to have you a trembling mess above him, alternating between suckling your clit and shoving his tongue in your opening. You nearly lose the battle, but you conquer the moment Seokjin feels you swallow around his cock. He grips the table for support, but he’s unable to fight off the sensitivity. He twitches in your mouth, letting you know he won’t last much longer.

You hold down his thighs so he can’t squirm and deepthroat his cock without warning. Seokjin moans loudly into your center, wanting to call out your name, but he’s unable to stop tasting your nectar. The sloppiest of the act doesn’t faze you. You allow your spit and his arousal to seep onto the counter. You're not the one who has to clean it up.

“Come for me, baby,” he begs. 

His tongue travels up your slit and pauses at your back entrance. Your eyes widen with shock. Even the queen could not have expected something so filthy coming from this beautiful man.

He chuckles and teases you for your reaction. “Don’t get shy now.”

Seokjin’s tongue circles your rim. Your brain works overtime to catch up with the moment. 

Time seems to stop when your orgasm unexpectedly comes barging in. Your body goes into autopilot. 

The moaning around his cock has the baker releasing loads of his cum in your mouth. You gag as it begins to fill your throat. You swallow as much as you can but use the rest as a lubricant to keep going, milking him until he’s crying from sensitivity.

“Baby, you have to—oh fuck!”

The poor guy probably didn’t even realize he was capable of coming again until another wave of pleasure went through him. He turns jelly beneath you, unable to move his body or conjure any thoughts. You grin looking at his spent figure lying there once you’ve hopped off of the counter.

“You okay, handsome?” you ask him, your hand gently stroking his thigh.

“I’m great, baby. Never better.”

You respond with a nod as you prepare yourself to leave, but the baker grabs your hand before you can take off.

“You aren’t staying?” His voice is so weak, and his eyes are heavy. Sleep is calling his name. “Don’t make me sleep alone. I want you close to me.”

You place kisses across his knuckles, pausing to look at him when you reach his thumb. The tired baker has finally given in to his exhaustion, and his eyes are now closed completely.

Careful not to wake him, you find his coat and throw it over his body before placing a kiss on his cheek. 

Your red lipstick stains his skin; it’ll serve as a reminder that he was visited by the queen whenever he wakes up. 

Before you depart, you walk over to his long list of orders and find out that many of them are to be gifted to the same person. It’s a name you’re familiar with because it’s on your list, written in bold.

A menacing smile creeps up on your face, and you grab the box of cookies before heading toward the door. 

The freezing winter air is the first thing that greets you when you step out into the night, but to you, it’s the most pleasant feeling on earth.

You set out on your journey to the outskirts of town, off in the snowy hills, looking for the most handsome Grinch Heauxville has seen. He can weld and mend, but he can also destroy anything in his path. 

With all those tools and those doe eyes, you’d think he’d be good at mending broken hearts. But instead, he’ll crush them into a million more pieces.

He’s mean, he’s angry, and he’s heartless, but he’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll forget what kind of monster he is. He’ll ruin your life, just like they ruined his. And there’s nothing you can do but get on your knees and say thank you.

“Oh, Mr. Jeon… I can’t wait to melt that icy heart of yours. And when I’m done, it’s going to be all mine.”

[daisycracks]

ironstrange smut snippet

ship: ironstrange (tony stark/stephen strange)

rating: E || 18+

tags: sex toys, fingering, dirty talk, bottom stephen strange, top tony stark, cloak gets in on the action

// this was a warmup I did for another fic to get myself in the headspace of writing smut. maybe I'll finish this one some day.

wc: 604 words

***

Calloused fingers trail over the inside of his thigh — marks of a life lived with pain and unfathomable amounts of effort for the mere chance of survival — and Stephen keeps his eyes open but half-lidded at best, his vision blurred with tears.

It’s the first skin to skin touch Tony’s given him in the past half an hour, after he’d played with the plug nestled in Stephen’s ass, taking care to not let his hands brush any part of Stephen’s lower half; for a moment, Stephen wonders if this is the only capacity where Tony would allow himself to be any measure of cruel, because it is torture, having Tony so close but nowhere near pressed against Stephen.

Whose wrists are bound with the Cloak, the edge of its hem brushing the wet tracks on his cheeks as it keeps Stephen from hurting himself. He has a tendency to clutch at anything within his reach when he’s out of his mind with pleasure, and after the second time he’d let out a hiss at the sudden pain, Tony had conscripted the Cloak’s help.

“You wouldn’t deprive them of any part of you, would you?” Tony had asked with a smile that promised ruin.

(Stephen had told him in the dark of night about the moments when he’d been… Weak, when electricity and magic thrummed within him but release was just out of reach. How the Cloak had held him down across his waist as Stephen’s hips tried to buck into air, shaking hands barely able to hold the toy he’d fucked into — and how he’d almost always cum with fabric stuffed in his mouth, muffling his noises from echoing around the large bedroom.)

In the present, Stephen’s low groan escapes his throat as Tony digs the pads of his fingers into muscled fat, inches away from where Stephen’s cock is half-hard and drooling. His back arches, and he pushes into Tony’s touch eagerly, gritting his teeth and failing to stop the desperate noise leaving him when Tony rubs over the stretched pucker of his rim, sticky and shiny with lube.

“Don’t think I’d ever get tired of seeing you like this,” Tony murmurs, tapping the end of the plug, sending tiny shocks throughout Stephen’s body. “Most powerful sorcerer of this damn reality and you’re here acting like you’d die if you didn’t have a cock filling you up.”

Somehow, Stephen manages to croak out, “Only on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” and he’s paid for his insolence with a delighted laugh from Tony, and the plug being mercilessly pulled halfway out of him, the largest part of its width scraping against the sensitive edges of his hole.

The Cloak somehow keeps his knees apart despite Stephen’s body trying its best to curl up and pull away from the sudden, overwhelming sensation, and he’s helpless between the two of them, trembling as Tony keeps the plug there.

Keeps him stuffed but gaping open, and he lovehates the way he feels like a—

“Pretty little whore,” Tony coos, just as he takes the toy out of Stephen, wrenching a gasp from him that breaks into a moan when Tony immediately slides two — no, three fingers inside where Stephen’s loose and warm and aching for more. Like this, Stephen can’t feel the callouses anymore, but it doesn’t matter when he can barely think for himself anyway, when his entire being is subjected to Tony’s whims and the Cloak is draped over his arms and chest like a lover. “There you go,” and Stephen barely realises the way he’s fucking down on Tony’s fingers with the little leverage he has.

[magicaldinosaurcat]

Trained with a Firm Hand

Masterlist for my SPN Kink Bingo Fic

Summary: Dean and Cas got together after going through some hiccups and miscommunication bullshit, which had all been totally Dean’s fault (but seriously, who would’ve guessed that Dean was a bratty bisexual sub, and needed to be trained by Cas with a firm hand … not Dean obviously). They're living the happy couple life, and Cas is commited to keeping their sex life interesting (and challenging for Dean).When they visit the Las Vegas kink convention, they are each in for a surprise ...This work will include all the kinks I got for the 2022 SPN kink bingo, which adds up to 25 chapters of smut. I will update tags accordingly. Updates every thursday.

Tags:  BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Professor Cas, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean WInchester, Edgeplay, Dom Benny Lafitte, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Blow Jobs, Ethical Polyamory, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Switching, Breathplay, Crossdressing, Nipple Clamps, CBT, Prostate Milking

Link to the WIP: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94262248

Bingo Square #1: Flavored Lube: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94262248

Bingo Square #2:  Caged/Open black Panties      https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94412011

Bingo Square #3: Free Space: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/94752721#workskin 

Bingo Square #4: Standing Sex: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/95124793#workskin

Bingo Square #5:  Magically Healing Cock: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/95893762#workskin

Bingo Square #6: Thigh Riding: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/96670653#workskin 

Bingo Square #7: Edging: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/97805535#workskin 

Bingo Square #8: Sex Hotline: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/99785583#workskin        

Bingo Square #9: Jackhammering: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/100823421#workskin 

Bingo Square #10: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37754923/chapters/102754869#workskin             

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24 little kinks | Doors 3, 4, 5 🎄

“You remember that chocolate advent calendar I got you for December?”

“I do,” he chuckled and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. “You made me display it in the kitchen so I would not eat it all at once.”

Your smile widened. “How about we get another one?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, only now paying proper attention to the sex toy ad. Then, he frowned. It was an odd mixture of disgust, genuine curiosity and even a hint of arousal flashing in his blue eyes.

NSFW warnings: use of handcuffs and blindfolds

-

The God of Mischief blinked at you, both unbelieving and indignant.

“You will not dare stop now, will you?”

“Loki…” You knew how quickly you could make him cum to give him some quick relief from all your teasing but that would not satisfy him. Loki wanted to ravish you, he wanted to fuck you until you were unable to walk… but your sense of responsibility rang in your ears strongly.

“We are not done.” He did not need to nod down to his aching erection but his point was clear. His gaze was piercing, threatening, his nostrils flaring. Loki would be angry if you interrupted your lovemaking now but what other choice did you have? People’s lives might be in danger… and there you thought December would be a time of peace.

When he realised you were indeed not coming back to bed, he growled. Irritated, he stood himself, flicking his wrists to get dressed. His full amour wrapped around his handsome body, covering him wholly… and yet failed to hide the giant bulge in his black leather trousers.

He offered you his hand which you took, earning you a sigh and teleported you both to the compound.

Only the fraction of a second later and a funny tingling on your skin as Loki’s magic faded away, you found yourself standing in knee-deep snow, the falling flakes almost as beautiful as Loki when he slept next to you. Oh, cheesy… but it was the horror unfolding in front of you that made you gasp.

A large hole had been torn into one of the thick walls, foreign creatures snarling as they poured inside like crabs being washed away from shore—how many? One dozen, two dozen maybe? You could swear you had seen them before. From afar, they looked a little like…

Loki pushed you behind you protectively the moment he realised. Those were Chitauri. His still aching erection forgotten and arousal now quickly fading, his instincts took over. Two sharp daggers materialised in his hands, his jaw clenching.

“Are those… h-how? Where do they come from?”

“We will find out.”

He tossed you one dagger which you caught skilfully. Loki had taught you how to use just a small dagger to your advantage. You fought your way through to the Avengers rapidly, taking only a few bruises and a cut on your calf. Nothing Loki would be unable to heal for you later.

“What took you so long?!” Tony bellowed, his voice mechanic due to his Iron Man suit. Steve flung Thor’s hammer at one of the Chitauri, killing it instantly before he darted forward to give him cover.

“Where the hell are those things coming from, Reindeer Games?” Loki’s dislike for the nickname he had chosen for him showed when he slid a passing Chitauri’s throat. But what irritated him even more was that he did not know. Most of them had died along with their abomination of a planet back when Stark destroyed it and Thanos was dead.

There were only a handful of them left, with the heroes all flying and jumping around to end them quickly and Loki destroying most of them. The dreadful silence spreading in the compound when the last disgusting body dropped dead to the ground rang in your ears like the screeching of a bat.

“What on Earth happened here?” You said breathlessly, leaning against Loki for support. Natasha pursed her lips when she saw.

-

They had attacked out of nowhere, remembering whom they had dealt with back in New York, so you learned when you sat at the huge glass table in the conference room, clutching a hot cup of coffee. It would explain the explosions you had heard on the phone.

“Do you have any idea where they came from?” You asked Loki quietly. You were pretty much the only one speaking to him like you would to any other civilised person. The God of Mischief lifted his chin, leaning back as his blue eyes briefly locked with Thor’s.

“They might not be the only ones who survived. More of them could be hiding here on Midgard.”

“Where?” Tony probed.

“They prefer dark places, preferably underground.”

“The sewers.” Natasha concluded.

“That could be an opportunity.”

“I’ll contact the local sanitary district. They can give us instant access to copies of the ground plans of the sewers. FRIDAY will have them within the next hour.”

-

“(Y/N), you are coming to our Christmas dinner, right?” Tony asked. While FRIDAY was doing all the work and searching for any alien abnormalities in the country over the last couple of weeks, the Avengers took the time to finally take a breath again.

Fighting creatures from outer space had long become a routine—and none of them were willing to let the jolly Christmas spirit escape through that giant hole in the wall.

“Of course… if I can bring Loki.”

“If he behaves,” he retorted grumpily. The God of Mischief rolled his eyes in response in an annoyed manner, resulting in Thor patting his back fiercely.

“Well, that’ll be fun, brother. We’ll stuff ourselves with turkey, open those Christmas crackers (Y/N) brings every year, play some games and drink mulled wine and chocolate fruit… you will love this Midgardian holiday.”

Loki said nothing. He had been quiet ever since the attack, only speaking a few words if necessary. His bad mood infected you. A particularly hard blow from one of the Chitauri had caused you a growing headache, a slight concussion maybe.

“Let’s go home.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his body. “Call me if there’s any news. We’ll be here in a heartbeat.”

“Dr Cho should treat your wounds.” You shook your head quickly.

“Loki can do that.”

“Alright then... Anyhow, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can enjoy some mulled wine and fucking celebrate Christmas like we should.”

“Language…” Steve muttered. You nodded. Mulled wine sounded like a great idea, a Christmas market even better. You’d have to come up with something to comfort Loki after your prompt departure this morning after all.

-

His magic made it worse, the pain rippling through your head when he teleported you back into your bedroom nearly forcing you to your knees. Loki scooped you up like a bride when he noticed your growing weakness, making you lie down on your bed. His piercing blue eyes scanned your body so fast you shifted uncomfortably, hoping he would not find any major injuries.

“I took a hit on the head, should be fine in a few hours…” His gaze was strict, palm coming up to touch your forehead and ease your headache before he tended to your calf.

“Loki… are you okay? You’re being unusually quiet.”

“I am bursting.” You glanced down. He was still hard.

“How were you able to hide that from the Avengers?”

“You should be familiar with my illusions by now.” His voice changed. It became hoarse, demanding and darker, luring you right into doing his bidding—especially if that included you naked.

Both of you could tell you were in no condition to bring him release now. Besides, despite his erection, the moment was gone. There was a problem at hand—with aliens Loki would have preferred never having to see again.

A sigh escaped his lips as he joined you on the bed, pressing you against his strong body.

“Sorry…” Your eyes fell shut. “That’s not how I imagined our December to go.”

“Shh… never apologise, my sweet.” A small smile tugged on your lips when you fell back asleep to let your body recover.

 -

The following days were no better. You woke to countless messages from Tony, busied yourself with meetings and first searches down in the sewers. You only hoped that their suspicions were right and the Chitauri were indeed hiding underground—not to mention the tube in New York. As long as you were unsure every last one of them had been maimed, people’s lives were in danger—and that was hardly ideal at this time of the year.

Steve had roped Loki and you in so much you even forgot about opening your advent calendar. Well—Loki did not forget about it. Every morning, after your coffee had woken you up properly from the lack of sleep and time for yourselves, you noticed one box missing. You did not know where they had gone but surely, Loki was up to something. If he knew what he unpacked every morning, that was.

The fifth of December was a Thursday. None of you had had luck thus far in tracking down any remaining Chitauri—if there were any—but slowly, the government started to panic, wanting this issue to be resolved when all you wanted was a break from the humid air underground, all the dirt, vomit-up, rat shit and other emetic smells, not to mention the darkness.

This was not how you had imagined your pre-Christmas time to be. Furthermore… well, not every couple had sex every night and morning. But the advent calendar you had bought was inspiring and it tore your nerves apart that even in sleep, you were unable to rest properly.

Loki’s unease infected you. The Chitauri reminded him of his time with Thanos and whenever he suffered, then so did you. That was what tired you both.

You flinched when your phone rang, forcefully ripping you from slumber. Loki growled. With a flick of his hand, he switched it off and rolled over, preventing you from stirring.

That night he had healed your concussion and that bleeding cut on your calf, he had relieved himself under the shower after you had fallen asleep. He needed you today—and he knew how much you needed him too. Both of you had to relieve some stress and that advent calendar you had suggested to buy would help you do just that.

Yesterday’s door contained a blindfold. The day before it was lust-enhancing lube which could also be used as massage oil. This morning… Loki had removed the box last night already and hid it under your bed. Handcuffs… this morning he would make sure you both relaxed.

You were still half asleep by the time Loki gently took your wrists and held them down above your head. In this state, you were too tired to question him—right until you suddenly felt something soft around them, locking you to the bedpost.

“Loki?” Your eyes flew open. You glanced up to spot a pair of plush handcuffs immobilising your hands all the while Loki already busied himself with your sleepwear, slowly pulling it off your body.

“Lights out, sweet one…” He mused hoarsely. You gasped when he slipped the blindfold on you, leaving you completely at his mercy.

“S-so that’s where the boxes went.”

Loki chuckled. “You are not surprised, are you?”

“Never, Trickster.�� You shivered when he removed the covers, exposing your now naked skin to his greedy eyes. You could tell he was licking his lips without even seeing him.

He had to admit, the surprises the advent calendar had revealed in the last three days had played right into his cards. Robbing you of some of your senses was the perfect way to take your minds off things and make you relax for him—and if anything, Loki wanted you to feel as good as you made him feel.

The massage oil smelled like fresh coconuts, like that shampoo you had used at the beginning of the year. It warmed quickly in his hands when he poured it into his palms, then spread it all over your abdomen.

Your breathing was shaky already. He grinned.

Loki shushed you when you squirmed and bucked your hips up to meet his touch. “Patience, my sweet…”

“W-what is that?”

“Massage oil,” he explained briefly. “Now close your eyes and let me pamper that beautiful body of yours.” Let me prepare your wanton quim for my aching length… he added silently.

In any other universe, Loki could have been a massage therapist. Magical big and soft hands explored your curves and found your knots, focusing on the muscles which needed his attention the most. Not a single body part was left out. He massaged your thighs and calves, your feet and your arms, your hips, your hands… his own breathing growing heavier the closer he inched between your legs.

You were dripping by the time he paid proper attention to your clit, circling it lazily and applying just enough pressure to make you bucked your hips again, a scream escaping your lips when he slipped two fingers inside your warmth to test your wetness. You were so close… the knot tightening in your stomach warming your whole body from head to toe, making you ready for waves of pleasure cursing through your limbs…

You moaned his name when you fell from the cliff, your tight walls clenching around his fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm, kneading your clit firmly. He chuckled once more. With him, lust-enhancing lube was redundant.

“Loki, please…”

Your voice sounded like music in his ears. Freeing his pulsing erection from his trousers, he positioned himself between your legs, his tip, leaking pre-cum already, pressing against your wet and awaiting entrance. Power surged through him as he watched your blindfolded form awaiting his next move.

He sheathed himself inside you with but one firm thrust, his hands grabbing your hips for support. You moaned again, your cunt welcoming him as he retreated and rutted back into you, quickly finding a pace that made you both lose your minds.

The fact you could neither see nor touch him aroused you both even more. Never before had you felt such intense pleasure. Your wrists were getting sore from pulling at the handcuffs so much but you couldn’t care less. Knowing Loki was in charge and could do to you whatever he pleased felt so exciting by the time he was about to cum your body had already recovered for another orgasm.

You reached your high together, Loki groaning as he spilled himself inside you and his cock twitching against your walls as he filled you with your seed. You contracted around him, milking him for all he was worth until he collapsed on top of you completely spent, quickly waving his hand to free you from those handcuffs—even if he wished he could keep you like this for a while longer. Well… there would be a lot more time until Christmas.

“Thank you.” You murmured when he removed the blindfold for you and had you snuggle up against him. You didn’t thank him for the sex. You didn’t thank him for the orgasms… Loki and you were like two magnets, unable to resist one another. The closeness and body contact meant so much more than sex… and so did taking your minds off things before you returned to the exhausting life as an Avenger.

You had ended up as one of them by coincidence. You had no superpowers, no magical hammer that only you could lift and you did not turn into a green monster. You were merely a young woman with martial arts experience, pride and a sense for doing the right thing without being as self-righteous as Steve or as selfish as Tony had once been—you were somewhere in between, neither hero nor villain—which was one of the many reasons, so Loki had admitted to you once, why he had fallen in love with you.

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A/N: Door 6 will be opened tomorrow, on December 6th!

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Day 3: Office/Locked in a closet

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It had been a week since “the bed incident” happened. And neither did Kyle or Cartman talked about it. They just went on with their day, closed the deal and returned home. 

“Yeah, Kyle totally needed my help in that conversation. He couldn’t have done it without me!” Cartman gloated to their new inter, Butters, who looked at him amazed. 

“That is bullshit and you know it, Cartman!” shouted Kyle from across the office. 

Oh yes, they were back to their routine. And they were fine with it. It was their thing. Unfortunately, Stan and Kenny were done with it. 

They noticed something had changed since the trip to New York. For everyone, it might seem like Kyle and Eric hate each other, always competing, always getting on each other’s nerves and always fighting; but for them, it seemed they have some unresolved issues that they needed to work out. 

And they would make that happen. 

It was a nice Thursday afternoon. Everyone was getting ready to go home, just wrapping the last things for the day.

“Hey, man!” Said a cheerful Kenny to a somewhat tired Cartman. He didn’t give him time to answer when immediately said “Listen, I need a favor. You know how Stan likes to use those fancy cardboards for important meetings? Well, I am prohibited going anywhere near the since last week incident so… Can you go? I really need them in my desk for tomorrow morning and you know they don’t open it until 8 a.m.” 

“Are you serious?” Asked an annoyed Eric. “Yeah. But you need to go now, because they close in 10 minutes.” Kenny pushed him towards the elevator. “Why can’t Broflovski or the intern can’t do it?” 

“I am taking Butters home and we really have to get going, something about getting in trouble if he isn’t home by a certain hour. And Kyle is working with Stan so you are the only one around.” The blonde pushed his coworker inside the elevator. “Thank you so much! I owe you one!” Kenny told him right before the elevator doors closed.

Cartman rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” 

When he arrived to the storage room he noticed no one was there. But the room wasn’t closed so he didn’t mind. 

Not three minutes after, a really annoyed redhead got himself inside the storage room. “Stupid Stan.. having to do everything around here.” He muttered to himself. Or so he thought. 

Brown and blue eyes met with green ones. “What are you doing here?” They asked in unison.

“I work here, dumbass. Same as you.” Answer Cartman. 

“I know that, idiot. I mean, why are you here. You don’t usually come to get your stuff, you normally send Stotch.” Kyle frowned. 

“I am doing this as a favor.” He showed him the cardboards. Kyle nodded. 

“Hey, can you pass me two of those cardboards? Stan needs them as well, apparently.” 

“What are the magic words, Kyle?” Teased Cartman. Kyle grumbled a barely audible. “Please.” 

Eric smirked but before he could reach the cardboards, he felt his fingers touching another thing. “What the-” He grabbed it. 

“What is it?” Asked Kyle. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” 

Cartman showed Kyle a brand new wine bottle. They both were surprised. 

“What was that doing there?” Kyle took it. “Is this were Kenny keeps his stash?” 

“If so, he keeps really weird things.” Cartman said showing him a lube bottle as well. 

Then, they heard it. “Click.” 

Both looked at the door and immediately recognised that noise. “Did someone just locked us in?!” Cartman asked. 

Kyle approached the door and tried to push it open. “Oh my God! They did!” 

Both men started shouting for someone to get them out of there. But nobody came. 

“God damnit! Just what I fucking needed!” Whined Eric while taking his phone out. But… “Oh, you have yo be fucking kidding me!” Dead. His phone was dead. 

Meanwhile, Kyle was hoping for his phone to have battery. “Yes” He whispered to himself… But! “Oh! So Stan can pay for high quality cardboard but can’t afford a decent internet company!” The “no signal” sign in his phone almost mocking him.

He threw his phone who knows where and began moving the door handle aggressively. When he found out that was taking him nowhere he began charging against the door. “Come on, Cartman! If you help me we can take it down!” Kyle took his coat and folded it neatly beside him.  

Eric rolled his eyes. “We can’t take it down. Remember how last month someone was stealing supplies and Stan asked for the doors to be reinforced?” He chuckled at Kyle’s desperate expression. “Even with my strength it won’t budge.” 

“Well, I don’t see you giving any ideas as to how we are getting out of here!” The smaller man tried looking for something - anything - that helped them. 

Cartman just got himself comfortable, leaving his coat and tie on one of the racks. “Is not like we will be here all night.”

Kyle grumbled and tried to put as much space as he could between him and his enemy. Which wasn’t much considering the pretty small size of the room. “This is all your fault.” He muttered. 

“How the fuck is this my fault?! I wasn’t the one who got us trapped here!” He stood a bit closer to him, confronting him. Kyle didn’t stand behind. He got closer too. Green and blue-brown eyes furiously met. 

“It’s always you! The messed up hotel reservation? You. Yesterday’s missed deal with that corporation? You. Us getting trapped in here and making me miss a date? You! It has always been you! The fucking Cartman Effect!” He pushed him with enough force to make him stager a bit. 

Cartman reacted immediately and pushed him against the door. 

That disoriented Kyle for a moment. 

“Listen to me. I am so fucking tired of your bullshit.” His arms were on both sides of Kyle’s head. His serious expression was one that Kyle has never seen before. His bi-colored eyes glinted with something Kyle couldn’t put his finger on. “You say everything is my fault. You aren’t the only one who got things to do tonight!” Eric was really close. 

I can smell his cologne. Kyle thought.

He was sure Eric was telling him something about how any of this was his fault. And Kyle knew that. He was just… tired. And annoyed with whoever got them in this situation. It’s not that he hated the idea of being trapped, he hated the idea of being trapped with Eric. But not because they were supposed to be enemies. This was something else and his body seemed to agree with him. 

Eric could see that Kyle was not listening to him anymore. His eyes seemed more interested in the way Cartman looked. 

Eric didn’t even know what he was talking about. He got lost as well in his coworkers factions. 

Just like that day at the hotel. And with this thought he got his lips closer to Kyle’s. 

The smaller man seemed to notice where this was going. He let out a small noise and moved his face away from Cartman’s. “We can’t…” He whispered. 

“Why?” Asked the brunette in that deep voice that made Kyle go weak on his knees. “We are coworkers, we are still at the office and…” It was difficult trying to look at his enemy in the eyes. “We are supposed to hate each other.” Cartman stare at him for a moment. He smirked. “You sure about that? Your body seems to be thinking otherwise.” Kyle face went red with embarrassment. 

“It’s not what-” He tried to hide it. Tried. “You don’t have to worry about it.” He whispered in his ear. “I can even help you with your problem.” 

“Don’t say such stupid things!” Kyle stuttered. His mind a bit foggy for all the sensual tension trapped with them.  

Eric hummed. “Then pushed me away.” This surprised Kyle. Cartman continued. “If you don’t want this to happen… just tell me.” 

Cartman knew. He knew if Kyle didn’t want any of this he would have pushed him away. He also knew that Kyle was everything but weak. He really didn’t want to push him away. And he didn’t do it either. 

“I wonder…” His right hand found his way to the back of the redhead’s neck. “If I kiss you right now. Would you kiss me back?” 

Kyle could already feel Cartman’s breath against his cheek. He was getting closer. His noses were almost touching. He couldn’t stop this. He couldn’t stop Cartman. He couldn’t stop himself. 

“I didn’t think so.” Was Eric’s final statement before finally kissing him. 

Kyle couldn’t stop the hard beating of his heart. He was sure that it was gonna get out of his chest if this continued. But Cartman was right. He didn’t want any of this to stop. He didn’t want Eric to stop. He had to stop lying to himself. 

At first, Kyle didn’t move at all. He just let Eric do whatever he wanted, he dominated that kiss. But short after, he was kissing him back. 

It was a passionate kiss. Full of desire, full of untold feelings that begged to be let out. 

Kyle rounded Eric’s neck with his arms. He needed to feel him closer. The other man, by instinct, placed his hands on Kyle’s hips. The smaller man could feel Eric’s hands slowly massaging that spot. He felt in heaven and he couldn’t help the small moan that escaped his lips.   

That was such a turn on for Cartman. He decided immediately that he needed to hear that sound again. And again. And again. 

Kyle didn’t feel any shame this time. He felt alive. And he wanted to keep going all the way to the end. He need it. 

They only stop for brief moments to breath, but they were back at it right away. The kiss even more heated than before. They didn’t even know when their tongues started to be a part if their kiss. 

Kyle could feel his hands wanting to explore even more of his enemy. He could feel the white shirt that was getting in between. He wanted that gone. He unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he could, his hands were shaking but he got it off of him. 

Eric didn’t want to stay behind. His hands leaving Kyle’s waist and going directly to his, now very noticeable, hard-on. That got him another moan from him. 

Almost as in queue, Eric didn’t want to waste anymore time, so in a swift movement he got Kyle out of his pants and boxers. 

The red of Kyle’s cheeks could compare to the red of his hair. And Cartman noticed it.

He took the time to admire his half-naked lover. God, how many times has he craved this sight. He chuckled. “I always knew you had red hair down there too.” Kyle couldn’t help but frown at that comment. Was he seriously making this joke right now? 

“You son of a-” The insult died in his lips as Eric kissed him once again. There was something sexy in the redhead yelling at him. Or that’s what Cartman thought. 

He left his lips and nibbled his pale neck. Meanwhile, he took his own pants and boxers, his bottom half finally getting some relief. Without hesitation, we grabbed both their members and began moving his hand up and down softly. His other hand was on Kyle’s neck, bringing his lips together. 

His movements were fast at times and Kyle’s sounds of pleasure were telling him that everything he was doing was right. But he didn’t want their fun to end anytime soon so at some point he stopped. 

“Don’t stop… please…” Kyle begged. His hips looking for any kind of friction. 

Cartman gave him a brief kiss. “Relax, I am just looking for the lube.” He caressed his cheek. “This isn’t even close to be over.” 

“That won’t be necessary.” Kyle didn’t  seemed to think twice about it when he dropped to his knees. And for the first time in the night, Eric was surprised. But he didn’t object about it. 

“Well.” He smirked. “This is a nice surprise. If you think you can handle thi-” Now it was Eric’s turn to shut up as Kyle took a hold of his member and began to suck. 

Eric groaned at the delicious sensation of Kyle’s mouth and tongue. Where the fuck did he learned that? He thought as his lover took him even deeper. God, Cartman could die right there and he would be the luckiest guy in hell. 

The pleasure was overwhelming, he didn’t want to finish yet. Not in Kyle’s mouth. His hands grabbed a full of the smaller man’s hair and guided his movements so it was a good rhythm for both of them. 

Kyle took him out of his mouth and took a breath. His hand replacing his mouth. “I think this is a better option than lube anyway.” His voice was a bit raspy, but it was worth it. “Now come here and fuck me.” 

Cartman didn’t need to be told twice. He brought his lips to Kyle’s again and found himself between the other man’s legs. 

This was it. Every moment they have spent together was guiding them to this. Since the moment he they got this job, their first fight, their constant competition, that night at the hotel, all that sensual tension that drown the office whenever those two were close to each other. It was all leading them here. And nothing was stopping them. 

Neither of them could wait anymore. They needed it now. But Cartman didn’t want to hurt his partner, although Kyle seemed confident. He looked at those vibrant green eyes, they were clouded with lust. So, why keep him waiting? 

He entered him. It was slow but steady. He didn’t stop until he was all the way in him. 

It was painful. Of course it was. But Kyle didn’t want it to stop. Cartman noticed the pained expression on his lover’s face and went still. “You ok there, Kyle?” He said while trying to control his want to just thrust into him. 

“Yeah… Just… give me a second.” Kyle was trying to calm his breathing while accommodating Cartman’s huge- “Ok, I am ready. Just… not so fast. Yet.”

Eric nodded. His hips moved slowly at first. The moans that left Kyle’s mouth were music to his ears. 

As the redhead started to move himself in sync with Eric’s thrust, he knew they were ready for something a bit more… aggressive. 

Eric didn’t stop, but he hooked the back of Kyle’s legs with his arms. He got even closer to his lover. They were almost chest to chest. 

With a hard thrust, Kyle’s hands found their way to Cartman’s hair. Gripping at it like his life depended on it. It was Eric’s name in Kyle’s voice every time he pushed his hips against his. He couldn’t help crying his enemy’s name out. And that just made Eric more eager to hear it over and over again. 

He made some noises himself, but tried not to overcome his lover’s. Not that he could, even if he wanted too. He was really loud. 

Soon, they against the wall. 

While Cartman’s hands were on Kyle’s hips guiding his movements his mouth was attached to his collarbone. He wanted everyone to notice what he has done. 

They were both sweating messes. They wouldn’t last much longer. Kyle moved his hips  faster than before. His insides engulfed Eric’s length so perfectly that they just needed a couple more movements to reach their climax. 

They took a second to ride their climax out. Cartman wrapped his arms around Kyle. Their breathing still erratic but calming with each passing second of them holding each other close. Cartman kissed softly the bruises he made as Kyle played with Eric’s “post-sex” hair.

“That was…” Eric was looking for the correct word for this. Amazing? Intense? Out of this world? 

Kyle smiled. “Yeah. That was.” He kissed Cartman’s forehead. 

They looked right to each other’s eyes and happily sighed. 

Thank whoever got us stuck in here. Was Eric’s thought for the rest of their night. 

The next morning they woke up as quick as possible. They knew that someone was coming anytime soon and they didn’t want anyone to see them like that. 

They weren’t as presentable as yesterday but it would work.

They placed everything in order and cleaned whatever evidence of their nightly actions.  

And they were right. The first ones to arrive were Stan and Kenny, who, miraculously, found them in the storage room. 

“Were you two here the entire night?” Asked Stan with his best surprised expression. 

“And you didn’t kill each other?” Kenny continued. 

“Thank “someone” that you are here!” Said Cartman dramatically. “I couldn’t stand his annoying ass for another minute!” He got out of the room with Kyle right behind him. 

The redhead scoffed. “Fuck you, Cartman. If it weren’t for you we wouldn’t have been trapped in the first place!” 

Stan was about to interrupt them but when he realized they didn’t even stop to talk to them. 

“My fault?! How in hell was that on me?” Cartman sneered. 

They continued fighting until they were out of Kenny’s and Stan’s sight. 

Both of them looked at the other. 

“What just happened?” Asked Stan to Kenny. The blonde just shrugged and signal Stan to go into the storage room. 

They went in and stared at the now empty room. Kenny checked the top of the shelf and found an untouched bottle of wine and another of lube. He showed them to Stan. 

“Well… I guess our plan didn’t work.” Kenny sighed. “Maybe they really just hate each other?” They stayed quiet for a second.

“No.” They both said at unison. 

“There’s no way they spent the night together and didn’t even kissed each other.” Stan got out of the room. 

“Well… Only they know what went down last night.” Kenny followed him and closed the door. This time, with an empty room. 

They made their way to the office. 

Eric was talking to Butters. They didn’t know about what but the blonde seemed interested and  amazed with whatever Eric was telling him. 

Kyle on the other hand was looking quite uncomfortable while sitting at his desk. Kenny raised an eyebrow at this. But it was in a particular movement that he saw it. 

He elbowed Stan to look carefully at the redhead. Stan noticed it right away. 

“I guess it did work.” He said cooly. Kenny nodded and they fist bumped before going to their respective areas.  

[coffeecomicsgalore]

Unveiled Love

@smutember​

Ao3

Chapter 9 – Fantasy

“Dude.” Nino exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around Adrien in a bear hug the moment he opened the door to his apartment. Marinette narrowly missed the embrace and ducked between the two men, running over to Alya for safety. “I haven’t seen you in forever! I missed you!”

“Three weeks isn’t that long of a time, bro.” Adrien chuckled as he patted Nino’s back as he pulled away.

Nino wrapped his arm around Adrien’s shoulders and escorted him in, animatedly talking about something in secret. Marinette could see the bright smile on Adrien’s face, no doubt Nino had told him something amazing in secret.

“I’m glad you’re already gossiping with your boyfriend.” Alya chuckled as she pulled a platter of sandwiches from the fridge.

“Ooh. Secrets. Is it juicy?” Marinette asked with a curious and pleading tone.

“Apparently, not juicy enough to tell his girlfriend of ten years,” Alya emphasized the last few words as she increased her voice. “But I guess that’s fine.” She added with a pouty lip.

Adrien and Marinette laughed before Nino defended himself. “Sorry, babe. This secret is for me to know, and for you to find out later.”

“Probably a ring.” Alya stated with a wink and Nino sputtered.

“Not a ring.” Adrien defended his best friend. “Got to land that big job first, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah. I remember.” Alya added with an eyeroll. Alya had been adamant that Nino was not to propose until Alya received word that she got a job at one of the most prestigious papers in Paris. She put in applications everywhere, but only a few smaller companies have taken her under her wing. Doesn’t stop the blogger from trying her best though.

Nino walked up to Alya and squeezed her to his side, placing a sweet kiss to her temple. “Soon babe. You’ll get it. I know you will.”

“Hopefully soon. I have a second interview with Le Monde on Thursday. If I pass, I'll have to give them a journalist entry on a topic of their choosing. If I pass that standard, I’m in.”

“That’s so awesome!” Marinette wrapped her arms around Alya. “Good luck. I know you can do it.”

“Thanks, girl.”

“So, dude. How was your trip to Milan? Was it better than usual?”

“Ugh.” Adrien let his head fall back as he groaned, Nino handing him a beer in commiseration. “It was seriously terrible. Being there was supposed to ‘scare them into place’ as my father put it, but it only gave me headaches. Everyone was so terrified that I managed to get only two or three words at a time from many of the employees.”

“Dude. That’s rough.”

“Yeah, no kidding. I was stressed to the max every night.”

“Couldn't find any Italian chicks to fuck around with?”

Marinette sputtered and Adrien choked on his beer. Nino started to pat Adrien on the back to help him breathe, and Alya stopped setting up the table to turn to the two men.

“Geez, Nino. Could you be any gentler?”

“What? You know what they say... fucking helps release endorphins. Helps relieve stress.”

“Yeah, no.” Adrien finally said once he caught his breath. “Come on, man. You know I'm not looking for anything right now.”

“I didn’t say anything about finding someone to spend time with. Just someone to ease the stress of your manhood.”

“My manhood is fine, thank you very much. Plus, you know I’m not the kind of guy to do that. I find for keeps, not for sleeps.”

“But you’ll be wound up less, dude.”

“Listen, Nino. Things are finally getting settled with the new store in Milan and I just need to focus on that a bit longer. Once the transition is done, then I'll look into finding the perfect girl and settling down.”

Alya smiled at Adrien. She knew the boy loved with his whole heart and wouldn’t mess around with anyone and break theirs. She could see Adrien’s apprehension to the conversation and decided to change targets instead of subjects.

“What about you Marinette? Anyone new on your radar?”

Marinette shook her head as she sipped her drink. “Nope. School is hard as it is. I don’t need to add a boyfriend to that list of crap.”

“Oh, come on. Not even for pleasure?”

“Cobwebs, Alya. Cobwebs.”

“You know what? I know the sex is incredible for me. You two floof balls of stress need to unwind with some good fucking,” she took a sip of her drink, “...besides the ones you do to yourselves, that is. I can set the two of you up with people who could also use some good balls-to-ass action if you want.”

Marinette stared at Alya while Adrien just blushed.  

“No.” They said in tandem; Marinette harsher with her tone than planned while Adrien’s voice cracked.

Alya just shrugged her shoulders. “Fine then. If neither of you want to fuck around and have some fun, then let’s play a game.”

“What kind of game, Al?”

Alya took in another sip as she looked to Marinette. “If you could choose one celebrity or person to sleep with, who would it be? It can be a fantasy fuck for all I care.”

Marinette looked over to Adrien, and she gave him a devilish smirk. “Easy. Adrien Agreste.”

Alya sputtered, Nino gasped, and Adrien choked on his soda. The poor boy was going to die today from the embarrassment.

“Marinette!” Alya yelled.

“What?” She said innocently, before feigning realization. “Oh crap! I completely forgot that the Adrien Agreste is in the room and heard me say everything just now.”

“What the hell, Marinette? What has gotten into you?”

Marinette shrugged before taking a long pull from her cocktail. “What? We’re such good friends that I know I can say that without blushing anymore. Plus, my crush on him is long gone.”

Adrien was bright red, but gave her a devious smirk. “Wait. You used to have a huge crush on me? Where the hell was I?”

“Somewhere. I don’t know. You missed your chance to have all of this.” She said gesturing to herself.

Alya could not believe the confidence coming out of Marinette’s mouth as well as the pondering expression on Adrien’s face.  

“Well. Fuck. Guess I missed my chance then.” Adrien added with a snap to his fingers.  

Nino’s mouth was open, but he didn’t know what to say to this development.  

“Dude? Dudette? Alya?” Nino’s voice croaked as he called for his girlfriend.

“Well, I'll tell you who I would fuck.” Adrien blurted out, interrupting Nino’s thought. “Ladybug. I’d let her tie me down with that yo-yo and let her have her way with me.”

Marinette let out a strangled whimper.  

Alya lifted up her fist in solidarity. “Same, sunshine. Same. Sorry Nino, but I would fuck the ever-living shit out of Ladybug if given the chance. I’d even let her fuck me with a strap on. Just let me get pegged by her.”

“O. M. G.” Adrien said with sheer enthusiasm. “I’d let her do the same to my model ass!”

Marinette let out a choked cough and Adrien turned to her with faked worry. “Marinette. Are you okay?”

“Never better!” She managed to say, her voice hoarse.

“What does she have that I don’t?” Nino questioned to Alya.

“I don’t know. A skin tight suit? A sweet ass? Perky breasts? The list is endless.”

“Huh,” Adrien let out. “A skin tight suit? Don’t worry, bro. You don’t need a skin tight suit. Just your DJ hands would prove yourself worthy to me. Your ass is marvelous, and your pecs are mighty tight.” Adrien finished with a squeeze to his man tits.

“Dude.”

Marinette turned to Alya as Nino gave Adrien a hearty hug. “Alya, you still up to being a lesbian for a day? I need some curves in my life.”

“For your athletic ass? Sure!”

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“Oh, you like my ass, don’t you?” Ladybug teased as she finished tying Adrien down with her yo-yo. She thanked her lucky stars that Adrien’s king-sized bed had metal slats in the headboard or she would have hung him from the ceiling instead.

“Every day since the day we met.”

“Horndog.”

“Excuse, me. I like the term horn panther, thank you very much.”

Ladybug tightened the cord a little tighter, getting Adrien to grunt. “Hm. Who knew you liked being tied up.” She peered at his gorgeous model ass as he laid on his stomach. She made sure his arms were stretched in front of him, while his legs were folded under him so she could work her magic.

“If you don’t stop talking, you won’t get your treat.”

“You mean, I get a treat? I thought you working my ass was my punishment.” He smirked knowing full well that everything would be a treat for them both.

Ladybug walked up to him, her lips twisting to a devilish smirk as she bent herself down until her face was level with his.

“Last time I checked, this was your fantasy, chaton. I already get to live my fantasy about fucking super gorgeous, Gabriel model, Adrien Agreste.”

“And is he everything you ever dream of?”

Ladybug winked and stood back up, walking back to the edge of the bed until she reached his bare ass. She looked at it as she tilted her head, before smoothing her fingers across his smooth skin until she touched the entrance to his asshole with her finger tip. He shuttered at the feeling.

“I could die and go to heaven with how amazing he is...” Adrien began to turn pink as she started to praise him, “how deliciously amazing his cock is...” she bent down to grab the straps of the toy and slide it up her legs, “how he makes me moan and scream out his name every time he fucks me hard.”

Ladybug grabbed the lube as she praised him with all the love she could give him, and she could see him visibly wiggle with excitement. With her free hand, she slapped his ass, getting him to whimper.

“Someone is excited to live their fantasy and get fucked by his dream girl.”  

Adrien could hear her squeeze out some lube into her hand. He looked over his shoulder and watched as she spread the liquid around the long silicone dildo attached to the strap-on, and he bit his lip to muffle the moans and the words that he wanted to yell out. The straps made her ass so much more juicer and delicious and he couldn’t wait to see what she could do to him.

She poured a bit of lube onto her fingertips and layered it over his asshole, dipping her fingertip into his entrance to prep it completely. She walked back closer to his ass and lined up against his entrance, then clicked on the bullet vibrator on to get the vibrations going.

“Oh, yeah.” Ladybug moaned out, feeling the bullet vibrate against her clit. She looked over to see Adrien still biting his lip, his gaze darkened with desire. She pressed the tip of the dildo into his entrance, then waited for his nod to indicate he was ready.  

Slowly, she pushed the dildo into him, taking her time until the sensations were overwhelming his mind. Moans spilt from his lips, the little gasps as she delved further into him, the praises as she told him how good he was being for taking her all in.

He gasped as she pushed the remaining bit of the strap-on into his ass, and moaned out a fuck as she held it there until he became use to the feeling.  

“Are you okay?” Adrien nodded and let out another breath. “Good. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

Ladybug began to thrust into him, making his hard cock swollen with delight. She hunched over him, steadying herself with one hand on his hip, while rubbing her fingertips of her free hand up and down his gorgeous, muscular arms. She finally smoothed her fingers over his shoulders and down his chest until she reached his taut pecs, then rubbed her finger against his nipple until it peaked. He mewled at the sensation and she moaned in his ear, causing his mouth to open to an “o”. She did the same to his other nipple, switching her steady arm to make it work.

She then reached down, wrapping her fingers around his hard cock, and began to stroke and tug on it as she continued to thrust. Each time she thrusted into him with the strap-on, she stroked towards the tip of his cock and swirled her thumb against his slit. Then when she pulled out, she stroked him back, caressing his balls within her grasp. Every so often she would thrust into him and hold the base of the dildo to his entrance, allowing him to feel the vibrations of the bullet as she felt it against her clit.

“Fuck.” Adrien moaned out, feeling the coil begin to rattle in his lower belly.

Every time she thrust, she could feel the vibrations rattling her clit, turning her further and further on as she continued. She didn’t want to cum sooner than she planned, but taking control, watching him wither under her as she stroked his hard cock, thrusting the silicone dildo in and out of him, the mewls and moans and swears that spilled from his lips... it was becoming all too much.

She began to slow down as she let the feeling of her orgasm dissipate. She hated herself for doing it to herself, but giving him this fantasy was something on her list of things to do ever since he confessed some deep secrets that he swore he would never tell. Giving him this turned her on, and she would do this anytime he asked her to. He deserved the world, and she wouldn’t deny that seeing his ass this way made her tremble.

“Fuck, milady. I don’t know how much longer I'm going to last.”

Knowing these were his usual words when the feeling of his orgasm was about to burst, she began to thrust harder into him  

She smirked against his ear before licking the shell of it, blowing onto the wet part until he gasped. “Then don’t”

As if the flood gates opened, she could feel his cock swell until it burst, and she continued to thrust into him while stroking his cock until his orgasm spilled out completely. The moment she felt him gasp at the final spurts, she thrust into him a bit further, finally allowing herself to fall over the edge.

She gasped out as she climaxed hard, and Adrien allowed her to thrust into him until she came down from her high. As soon as she did, she fell upon his back, wrapping her arms around his waist and clicking off the bullet.  

“So- good.” Adrien finally said as he heard her breathing level out.  

“Mhm.” She moaned out, then steadied herself to pull the strap-on out of him. Slowly doing so, she heard him grunt at the movement. She then pulled the strap-on off of her, then moved over and began to untie the yo-yo from his wrists.

He laid down onto his stomach as his breathing evened out, and Ladybug called off her transformation, leaving Marinette in her wake. She laid down beside him and rubbed her fingers against his wrists, soothing them from the redness left over by the ties.

“You okay?” She soothed, kissing his inner wrists as she massaged them.

“Mhm.” He moaned out, finally opening his eyes to glare into her blue bell eyes. “That was amazing.”

Marinette agreed with his words and placed a kiss to his lips. “If you ever want to do that again.... oh man, I'll do it.”

Adrien gestured with an “hell yeah” hand motion before falling asleep, ass up. Marinette giggled as she watched him snore, placing a blanket over his naked form, and snuggling up to him and sleeping comfortably beside him.

[jj-lynn21]

THE CLUB starring Bill Skarsgard as William Casik 10

Warnings: smut, angst, The End?

Notes: dream board is my creation, but some pictures are curtesy of @Billofourtime and Tim Richardson for N��mero Art (2019).

ch 1 ch 2  ch 4   ch5 ch 6 ch 7  ch 8 ch 9

He kisses a tear running down Alice’s face. Then cradled her in his arms. She buried her face in his should. One arm holding under his armpit around his back. The other hand gripping his shirt on his opposite shoulder. He laid her on her side in their bed and went to get a warm cloth to clean her face. When he laid by her again, she winced.

“I’m just going to clean your face with a warm cloth, Alice.” His voice was soothing. “Look at me.”

“Yyes , Ssirr,” She stuttered out. She turned to look at him.

He washed her forehead, down her cheeks and over her mouth catching every bit of smeared red lipstick. “I should have taught you better. You need to come up with a safe word. If whatever we are doing is to much for you at any time, you say your safe word and I stop and back away until you are good with me helping you, alright.”

Alice nods.

“I’m going to get a clean washcloth,” He gets up and pulls the sheet and blanket around her. Kisses her lips softly. “Maybe its not me you need right now.”

Alice reaches for him, “I do need you, Sir. Don’t go.”

“I’ll be right back,” He assured her. “Think of that safe word while I’m gone.”

As he rinses the washcloth off in the sink, his reflection in the mirror softens, “You can’t take care of her like I do, man.” William insists.

“Look, I got this pretty boy,” Sir argues. “She doesn’t need you anymore.”

“She does, she needs love.” William argues back in his softer tone. “Not the crude selfish taking her however you need lustful moments.”

“You never even gave her any satisfaction,” He growled. “Plus, I do love her. I fucking love her.”

“You can’t have her at our home.” William said.

“She can have me any time she asks,” He grins into the mirror. William faded out so that when he looks its only him looking back.

He lies by Alice stroking her face softly. “Hey, my sweet sweet Alice. Any time you want me just say it and I will satisfy you completely.”

Alice turns to him with a smile, “So, its my turn now, Sir?”

“Yes, Alice,” he kisses her passionately. looks up. “Did you come up with a safe word? In case you don’t enjoy something as much as I am enjoying every single part of you.”

“Apple, go down on me, please Sir,” she runs her hand through his hair.

“Absolutely,” he grins before disappearing under the sheet and blanket.

She writhes as he works her like magic. He takes his time making her moan in pleasure. Her toes curl, back arches as she cums screaming out “YES, YES, yes…thank you Sir can I have another?”

His tongue licks up her body between her breasts. He pops out of the blankets, “tasting you makes me so hard.”

He kisses her before situating himself to fuck her. But he goes in slow biting his lip to keep himself under more control than he is used to. “I love you Alice. Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

“I love you to, Sir.” She moans out, “give me more. I love when you give me everything.”

“Yeah, good,” He breaths deep and lets it out slowly as he starts going deeper. Keeping up rhythmic thrusts.”

It feels amazing when they cum together. Both screaming out their pleasure. He holds her. Kisses the top of her head.

“After I rest, we can go for a walk on the beach.” He starts to drift.

“Then we’ll fuck on the beach, Sir?” She giggles.

Her giggle is like music to his ears. “Yes, Alice.” He murmured.

The remainder of the week is just a blur of sex and after care. He introduces her to some rope play. Introduces a few types of toys into their relationship. She is eager to learn. He is eager to teach. They don’t even get out of bed the last full day. Mostly because Alice can barely walk. Alice is still a little uncomfortable when they take the plane home.

She wakes at home in their bed. William is rolled away from her. She puts her hand on his shoulder. “Are you up William?”

He rolls over groggy, “what’s wrong Alice?”

“Can we fuck this morning before we go off to work.” She bites his shoulder to entice him.

“What?” He was surprise at her language. “Are you feeling alright? You never swear like that. I mean of course I want to make love to you but what about the Tuesday, Thursday or Saturday rule?”

“I’m feeling great,” She kisses him passionately. “No rules anymore, lover.”

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.” He reaches into the draw for a condom and lube.  

Alice is on her knees behind him kissing and nipping on his neck. He turns her on her back gently. He starts making love to her as they always have.

She needs more from him now of course, “Please, Sir I want to feel good.”

As soon as she asks it is like a flipped switched, “Of course, Alice.” He switches positions letting her ride him as he holds her hips thrusting strong. “That’s what you need, isn’t?”

“Yes, Sir.,” She moans. Riding him until she gets exactly what she wanted.

“Fucking condom,” He gripes as he gets up to go to the restroom. He gets in the shower.

When William comes out to the kitchen, she is having coffee. He kisses her on the cheek. “I’ll see you after work.”

Alice takes her shower and goes back to work. She had thought she might be fired after disappearing for a week, but the secretary told Alice, her husband called to say she had a stomach bug, so a substitute covered her classes. She just went with the small lie.

William was distant when he was home. Maybe distant was the wrong word but the same as he had been before their torrid week away. She never thought they would be back to the same routine.

When she would get really horny, she would ask, “Please, Sir I need you.” Sure, enough he would satisfy her every time.

The next month felt strange. When she finally realized she missed her period, she went to the store for a pregnancy test. She was elated when it was positive. When William came home, she couldn’t wait to tell him.

She made his favorite dinner, “William, I have some happy news for us.”

“OH, yeah, what?” he twirled the pasta in his fork before taking a bite.

“We’re pregnant,” She said excitedly.

He spit out his food, “How? I always where a condom. And your still on birth control, right?”

“You didn’t for are week away.” She explained “And I didn’t have my birth control with me.”

“I never took you away for a week, Alice,” He said flatly.

Her mouth dropped open as she tried to grasp what he said. “But Sir?”

Her husbands demeaner changed. His tense body relaxed. He padded his lap with a grin. “You what to sit on my lap sweet sweet, Alice?”

“I want to know why your denying our amazing week.” Alice scolded. “I want to know why you’d be so confused I am pregnant when we used no protection the whole week?”

“That’s wonderful Alice,” he smiled, snapped his fingers for her to come to him.

She walked over. Arms crossed. A little confused. “Wait a second ago you didn’t act like it was so wonderful. You acted like it wasn’t possible.”

He lifted her shirt, kissed right below her belly button and looks up, “You are going to be so horny needing me more.” He grins.

“Did you even hear what I just said?” She asked.

“Yeah, Alice,” He looks up at her, hands rubbing her hips. “It’s because its not his baby, its ours.”

Alice is even more confused, “Ok, enough of this game William. I’m fine calling you Sir when we have sex but its just a game so stop it right now. What does my husband think of me having his baby?”

He stands looming over her. His hands running over her shoulders. “Williams not here right now. Williams not the father of our child. All you need is…”

His head starts to shake, Tears stream down his eyes. A softer whining voice emerges, “No, Alice you’re my wife. You married me and I love you. I will love the baby. If your happy I’m happy. I can keep him away from you.”

Alice backs away.

A sneer rolls on his face as the tears stop in an instant. “She will always call on me William. You can’t make her feel as good as I…”

The tears start again as William whines, “She won’t. We don’t need you. I locked you away before, I can do it again.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you William,” Alice is getting scared how crazy he is acting. “Your acting fucking nuts.”

“Stop swearing like that Alice,” he cried. “That’s not how my sweet girl talks. Let’s just be how we are meant to be. I love us. If we never got into that fight you never would have met him. I never told you because I thought it would be better. I just…please forgive me for him. For whatever he did to you. He is just…he’s not me Alice. And the more you call for him the harder it is for me to get back to you. Don’t you still love me and need me to get back to you?” William keeps his distance.

Alice is torn. She liked how her life was easily predictable and stable with William. How he had been so understanding while courting her. Not pushing her out of her comfort zone ever. He was everything she thought she ever needed. But now she needed everything his alter ego was willing to give her. Could she give up that passion for such a bland life. Once your eyes are opened to such pleasure how can you ever close them again?

“This is fucking nuts William,” Alice starts to cry. “I don’t believe you had this huge secret for so long without telling me.”

“I’m sorry Alice,” His bottom lip is sticking out in a pouty face. “Please let me stay?”

“She doesn’t want a limp dick like you William,” his vibe changes again. He goes to Alice and holds her. She lets him. “You love me, don’t you Alice? You need me?”

“Yes, Sir” she whimpers tears still streaming. “What about his work? What if I want him for something eventually?”

“Hell, I take over for him at work so much they won’t even fucking know the difference.” He laughed. “And as for you. You will always get what you ask for my sweet sweet Alice. Even if its not me,” He wipes her tears away. He is not really sure if William can come back so easily the longer, he drowns him out completely but that detail she doesn’t have to know. Maybe he can even fake being William if Alice ever wants him again. “Go on and get ready for work. I’ll be home shortly after you this evening.” He kisses her deeply.

She loves the feel of his lips, his tongue, his love for her. She just hopes she made the right decision possibly giving up William forever.

[starker-stories]

My Virgin (Revisited), Chapter 4 - The Messages Series

This chapter on AO3

By @thestarkerisobvious​ and @starker-stories​​

The entire Messages Series.  All links are to AO3.

Messages Unsent  (complete & posted)

Nothing More Than A Machine  (complete & posted)

Tomorrow  (complete & posted)

My Virgin (Revisited)  (complete & posted)

The Cold  (completely written) posts every Thursday  

Untitled Book 6  ( in progress )

Untitled Book 7  ( in progress )

Tags: Sexual Roleplay, Virginity Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Kissing, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, A teeny weeny bit of plot for the next book hinted at, Happy Ending, Happy Sex

Chapter 4: Kiss Me, Pete

When Tony stroked Peter again, it was with more pressure below his rim, around it, alongside it, but still only lightly brushing it with just one fingertip, casually, as if in passing. He was… it was hard to describe the hundreds of little reactions he was waiting to hear or to feel or to see. He only knew that during those first three months, he’d spent so much of them learning Peter’s body. His fingers remembered. He remembered. And he watched for them.

When he heard Peter’s breath quicken, when he felt the skin of his neck flush, when he felt his hips move, when he saw those beautiful honey eyes drift… caught between thought and sensation… He brought his finger to tease more directly. He stopped and reached for the bottle of lube. Draping his arm over Peter’s waist, he opened it and used his other hand to coat his rough fingers. No longer rough, he returned to touch Peter in such a sensitive place.

“Kiss me, Pete,” Tony asked softly. “Touch me while I touch you.”

Peter obeyed. He sighed in contentment when Tony’s hands started moving behind his back, unseen. He had been sexually active for two years — had been with Tony for a full year — he was far too mature to expect the lube to appear like a magic trick.

But dammit, he did appreciate it when Tony made it appear like a magic trick.

Tony was confessing things, important things, things he needed to remember. Peter closed his eyes and floated on sensation, trying to remember those words.

Although some words he wanted to ask questions about — Tony had told him ‘I missed you’ the first time they had parted in bed, but Peter had accepted that as a tender expression, like assuring a young child that Santa was still coming. Was it actually true? And did Tony still like that touching? Peter had learned to let Tony go early on. Letting go for a while was part of sex. But in any case, he wasn’t going to complain about it now. Besides, the way Tony was taking time with his fingers — OH yes. This is exactly what Peter wanted.

Tony asked for a kiss, and he willingly complied, closing the space between then and pressing their mouths together. It was hard to STOP kissing Tony, hard to not slam their mouths together every time Tony said something incredible. But this was the kind of talking Peter had missed so much. Interrupting the man while he was making these kinds of confessions seemed counterproductive.

Then he smiled against Tony’s mouth. Tony had said ‘kiss me’. Did ‘kiss me’ mean something else?

He only had one hand available, and he used it to cup Tony’s face, to keep it in one place. Pressing their lips together he darted his tongue out, only for an instant, to touch Tony’s mouth. The second time, to slip between his lips. The third time to be bold, just for an instant, to touch behind the back of his teeth.

He knew Tony liked that.

But when he started to repeat the process he realized something — Tony’s fingers. They were doing very lovely things to him, which was normal. But he was supposed to be pretending they were doing lovely things for the first time.

Peter turned his head away and let his breath catch.

“OhthatfeelsgoodTony” he breathed. And it did.

But there was something else he was supposed to be doing. He pressed his lips together, tried to take a deep breath, and spoke.

“I’ve done that before… that feels good. I mean I did it to myself…” He blushed and ducked his head. That wasn’t an act. He hoped Tony liked it, because it came VERY easy.

Tony ducked his head down on a level with Peter’s. Nuzzling at his face, he coaxed the boy to look up at him. Then he took over the kiss. He pressed the pad of his fingertip against Peter’s opening, parting it just a little, circling the rim, pressing again when he deepened his kiss. Circling again as his tongue teased the edges of Peter’s lips. His finger pressed in again, to the first knuckle as his tongue darted back into Peter’s mouth. He pulled back to speak and his finger pulled back too, just the pad of it, circling and spreading Peter’s rim as he spoke.

“Doing it to yourself… I figured you’d done that,” Tony said smiling. “Curious boys get up to curious things in their twin beds while staring longingly at the Iron Man poster on their wall.”

"Stop!" Peter giggled but then Tony kissed him again.

Tony slid his finger in deeper while his second finger pressed along the margin between his opening and the crease just before the rise of Peter’s ass. Pressing his finger that way caused Peter to open a little more, and his first finger found its way all the way inside.

“You feel so good, Pete. Hot. Smooth with the lube’s slickness. Tight muscles…,” Tony gave a self-confident smile, “pulling me in, wanting more. You’re so tight, I gotta loosen you up baby, before I give you that more you want.”

He twisted his wrist, turning the finger inside Peter, causing the one outside him to press along his rim, tugging him gently open. Waiting to get the response he was looking for. He couldn’t describe how he knew. Or what it was he was looking for. He just knew. And he waited for it. Oh, there was the slight arch to Peter’s spine, pushing, wanting his one finger deeper than it could go. There was the way Peter’s eyes closed… not just that they did, but the way they did. His breath… not yet panting or hitching or any of the things that would come later… just a tiny little bit… broken. So many other things… But when he felt Peter’s opening loosen, his second finger joined the first, slowly but entirely. Then, Peter had a tiny bit of the more he was seeking.

Peter grinned even as Tony was kissing him, still imagining Tony seeing through the paper eyes of a certain Iron Man poster. But it was beautiful, knowing this man knew his secrets so intimately. He had been longing for this man since the moment he knew how to long for things.

What Tony was doing with his tongue and his fingers was making Peter a little dizzy. Damn he should have asked for this sooner — this was incredible.

He snuck one hand up to Tony’s face and cupped it there, but otherwise did nothing but enjoy, and let Tony watch him enjoy.

There was no way, of course, to recreate the nerves, let alone the fear, he had felt their first time. To enjoy what the fingers were doing and feel apprehensive about what had to come next. To remember that all penetration was obligation for something else, something he might not enjoy. That Peter was too far away now. This Peter already knew what was coming and how much he was going to enjoy it.

Of course, he could always try.

“Tony,” he whispered, sneaking the hand that was cupping Tony’s face down the man’s chest, then lower.

“Are you very big?”

Tony bit back his laughter. Successfully. The only thing escaping was the turned up of the corners of his mouth. “Baby, I’m not going to hurt you. It’s not going to hurt, I promise you that, my virgin.

“I’ve been told it’s big, but everything’s relative. I’ve known bigger. Known smaller. But I haven’t had anyone complain that it’s too small.

“I only know that I’ve never hurt anyone before, and I’d sooner die than hurt you Peter. I’m going to take my time.” He smiled softly. “Because it’s you.” He kissed Peter deeply, moving his two fingers slowly in and out of him. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Tony let his kiss show his want, his need, his desire. He claimed Peter’s mouth. His fingers tenderly moved within. His hand, crooked from under Peter’s neck, spread flat-palmed between the boy’s shoulders, touched only firm enough to ground. His body knew self-restraint. But his kiss… his kiss was lost to that concept. His kiss took.

“Every single moment… our first time together… etched so deep in my core memory that it will never fade.” As Tony spoke, his hand rocked, his third fingertip pressed along the boy’s rim, easing him wider, waiting again. He didn’t have to wait long. When he had both fingers nearly out of Peter, he moved his third underneath them and when he pushed in, it was all three. He moved them deeper slowly, as his wrist twisted, keeping his pressure even around his opening.

“That look… right there… god Pete… so beautiful. Your lips wrecked by my kiss. Your mouth baby,” he crooked his fingers, sliding them lightly across Peter’s prostate, “falling open when you gasp like that. Your skin… pale… flushed so pink. Your eyes… those long lashes hiding them from me… Perfect.”

He changed his fingers’ movements. Sometimes thrusting, sometimes pressing just enough to make Peter gasp. Always in a broken pattern, leaving the boy not knowing which would happen next. He lightly kissed Peter’s bottom lip. He wrested a groan from him when Peter, lips just barely parted, kissed him back, just as lightly. He closed his eyes and tried to take a steadying breath. It didn’t help. There wasn’t any hiding the shudder that worked its way through his body.

Tony leaned away just enough to watch Peter’s face. The hand he had on Peter’s back threaded through his hair. “Open your eyes, beautiful,” he murmured. It took the boy a while, but he waited until Peter did. “Are you mine, Pete?”

Peter floated on the words. Tony could say the loveliest things, things Peter should remember and unpack later. Like being called ‘my virgin’ and how it made him blush so furiously and how desperately he did not want to be blushing right now, but now Tony was complimenting his pink flush… so that was a good thing then? But now Tony was asking something easy, something Peter could answer right away.

“Oh yes, Tony, yes.”

Tony was making him crazy with his fingers alone (but Peter could still get a reaction by kissing him, that was something) and Peter was beginning to wonder if he was going to come from those fingers alone (well, that would be a virgin thing to do.) But now Tony was demanding he open his eyes (he liked that, he liked that a lot) so he tried to keep them open while he spoke.

“I like being yours.”

This was incredible — he would ask for this sex-act again, now that he realized it was a sex-act he could ask for. Being taken apart, gently, by Tony’s fingers. Good lord, if Tony used his mouth on him now, he’d come in an instant.

Still, he had another task in mind so he reached his hand down, as he originally intended, and wrapped it around Tony’s cock.

He was delighted to find how hard it already was.

But he did NOT comment on THAT. Instead he just said “Oh, Tony, you’re really thick. And long. You’re a lot bigger than all my toys.”

He let his fingers explore Tony’s (well known) length, and then moaned. “Oh god.

“I should have invested in longer toys.”

“Toys, huh?” Tony quirked his lips in a smile. “Naughty little boy,” he teased. “You’ll have to show me and then we can go to my favorite website and pick out some new ones for you.” He knew the reaction that would cause. Almost a year later and he still hadn’t seen Peter’s secretive box of toys.

Once Peter’s embarrassment passed, he brought him in for another kiss, his fingers still playing lightly in his hair. “I’m glad you didn’t have bigger toys, baby,” he purred. “I don’t just get to make you mine, I get to make your body mine.”

[ao3feed-widofjord]

by HyperKid

If there’s one thing Caleb wants, it’s more. And he’s found a blessed little lubricant that can make sure he gets it.

Words: 7023, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Caleb Widogast (Critical Role), Fjord (Critical Role), Caduceus Clay (Critical Role)

Relationships: Background PolyNein, WidoFjord - Relationship, Caleb Widogast/Fjord, lil hint of WidoFjorClay at the end

Additional Tags: Ooooh here we go, Size Kink, Knotting, xenodick, Multiple Orgasms, Anal, fjingering, that’s fingering but Fjord does it, Teasing, Praise Kink, Begging, Magic Lube Thursday

[ao3feed-shadowgast]

The Nick of Time

by HyperKid

There are so many things Essek could teach Caleb Widogast. After all, you can’t always do everything yourself.

Words: 2204, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Essek Thelyss (Critical Role), Caleb Widogast (Critical Role)

Relationships: Implied Shadowgast, Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss/his damn self

Additional Tags: Masturbation, Magic Lube Thursday, Wizards fap better, fantasies, asexual!Essek, pillow princess!Essek

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/23324452

[tumblingdoe]

More of Day 4, then Days 5 - 9

Saturday January 5, 2019 just before bed

Saturday night after we left card games with friends, I was . not . good. It didn’t make a lot of sense. I’d been really peaceful minutes earlier but in the safety of our new home I realized that things were actually really unmanageable. I felt guilty about the lack of planning which was making it difficult for people to meetup with us but maintained an indignant unwillingness to retreat back to Missoula and allot time to plan. The brat in my head went something like “I don’t want to put more time into strategizing, I’ve already worked so hard to get ahead on Sexplanations, to fundraise, and go on the road.” I was a whiny human mess.

Nels listened then asked that I take things off my plate before I cracked. I evaluated each item but wasn’t able to see a way to let any of them go. So I did the next best thing and got out this wooden massage tool that Alex Reich of MinuteEarth recommended. I rolled out the stress in my back and went to sleep trusting that more would be revealed. Plus, someone from Twitter asked us to meet at Love Revolution in Ashland the next day and that was something to look forward to.

Sunday January 6, 2019

I woke up great. I suspect the hormone monster was off-duty.

We drove to meet another of Nels’ friends for breakfast, a very hip peach farmer. On the way a rafter of turkeys was gobbling down the street and that cheered me up more.

Breakfast for me was baked apples and french toast. Nels’ friend was very lively and told us about the decision to remove things from her own metaphorical plate. She also talked about people who’d had things removed for them like a vineyard where all the plants got sick and ended the business, a local grocer losing 15 million in profits to a chain store moving in, fires, wind storms, death. It gave some much needed perspective and gratitude.

From there we drove south toward a sex shop meetup at Love Revolution in Ashland, Oregon. Fajitas on the way. We arrived a little bit early decided due to strong rain that way stay abroad and clean house. At 4:58 we made our way across the street to the shop. It was gorgeous. There were Betty Dodson drawings on the walls, chandeliers of half naked men, eco-friendly vibrators, sex position party balloons, rainbow cock pockets, and ethically sourced sheepskin mats for soft sexy time. Brenda, the owner, greeted us at the door and her cockapoo ran up just behind her. I felt like I was at home and even more so when a somatic bodyworker we’d stopped by for the meetup introduced himself and gave me a tour of the space. My people!

A few others stopped into Love Revolution while I was and I offered sex education, but alas, they were happy just saying hi. I did talk with them about Sexplanations, the road tour, and toy vaginas though and I learned about microwaved bagels as a fifi option. Everyone was super kind and down to earth -- something I wanted to remember for the journey going forward. I roamed the store one last time to select a souvenir and decided on an ornament I call Tinkerbeau. Brenda packaged him up safely for me and asked to treat me to my new magical man. What a treat indeed!

As soon as we got back to the RV I hung Tinkerbeau from the kitchen cabinets so he could fly as we drove. Then Nels and I organized everything in the RV so Tinkerbeau would have a nice home. It took hours and meant making a mess to assess what would go where but we successfully created a giveaway pile, a trash pile, and a recycling pile -- everything else was neatly stashed away.

Then we decided to drive the mountain pass and get a little closer to our next destination. Up and over we went happy to have all our affairs in order, then Nels parked us at a sweet green meadow at the bottom of the pass to sleep and other things.

Monday January 7, 2019

Time to go to California! I worked in the passenger seat and Nels drove. Had I not been on my phone taking a call I would have taken a picture of the water trucks we passed on the freeway. There must have been two dozen or more and they were each a different color -- magenta, lime green, purple, sky blue. I wished that all state issued vehicles had that kind of pride.

First stop: Redding, California. Some fans there planned a meetup at a cafe called the Sweet Spot. I thought it was clever. We got build-your-own salads then sat down to talk. How did I get into the field? What’s the best way to talk to kids with conservative parents? What do I know about Bethel Church? We discussed the Sexplanations podcast and how they’d found Sexplanations in the first place. Then I asked where we should head for some Redding tourism and was told Turtle Bay and the Sundial bridge.

The Sundial bridge was outstanding and there were probably six different species of birds diving for fish in the river below. Turtle Bay was a sort of exploration park surrounding the bridge with lots of gardens and sculptures. I don’t like to run, neither does Nels, but the two of us took off along the garden paths for a quick workout before getting back in the RV and heading to Davis. Davis was/is our first big layover stop on the trip. We parked at friends’, I walked their dog, then we were treated to a home-cooked meal and time with an infant and toddler.

Tuesday January 8, 2019

I was certain there was milk inside our friends’ house and I would finally be able to have peanut butter bumpers so my morning was hasty. Then Nels showed me he’d gotten me milk at the store some prior day while I was napping. What a guy!

I ate in the RV and then went inside the house to plan the day with friends. The outlined agenda was as follows: drive the wagon with four adults, three backpacks, one stroller, and two kids in carseats to the train station, take the double decker train to Sacramento, walk to the Crocker Art Museum, appreciate art, then get dinner and catch the 7 o’clock train out. We did all that and then some.

Then it was back home to the RV and a night in for our first movie in the motorhome: The Wiz. I hadn’t seen it before but the half I’ve seen now has been mind-bending. The scarecrow played by Michael Jackson sings, “ease on down the road.” Now the Sexplanations Road Tour has a theme song.

Wednesday January 9, 2019 written by Nels

Another layover day in Davis, CA. I spent it planning, cleaning and repairing the motor coach, and sorting gear. The hunt for a quality RV parts supply store began and ended at Allied Trailer Supply in Sacramento.  Having great inventory and quality service, I walked away with plenty to do.  The acquired parts all fit, now the roof vents all work and new vent wind deflectors will go on tomorrow.  Since we’re finally in a climate that doesn’t freeze we turned on the fresh water system, flushed, sanitized and checked the water lines and will have mobile hot showers in our future. RV upkeep and repair was mostly successful. Tinkerbeau did fly off his hook and busted but he’s in recovery after superglue surgery. Photos soon.

Lindsey finished all our laundry, took walks, got lost, did dishes, called friends and professionals, infant-whispered a fussy baby to sleep, and cooked us a delicious green curry. She is still hammering away on the keyboard as I put this entry into the ether. More stops to schedule. More talks to give.

Thursday January 10, 2019

The plan was to go to the beach. I opted out though for a day of self-care. Nels and the friends headed out and I climbed back in bed to rest with the dog. I ended up sleeping until 2 pm! The dog and I went for a walk and then I drove the RV downtown to meet Michael who played a key role in helping us find and secure the RV that is now my home. We talked for a couple of hours about his romantic marriage, Davis weather, timeshares, and how I was doing then walked down the street where I had parked the RV so I could give him a tour. Later I went by myself to a gift shop called Newsbeat and now I’m snuggled up in blankets getting situated with emails.

There is a large padded envelope full of lubes I’m supposed to try out. They were overnighted here a couple days ago but I haven’t been ready to smell like salted caramel or coat my arms in non-scented silicone for science. More to report tomorrow.

[kissmetae]

Thursdays

x Kim Taehyung

AU: It’s thursday ;)

Naughty stuff: Top!Tae, Oral, clit teasing, stripping, lots of kisses, very vocal Tae, from behind, lowkey animalistic and some titty-love, a lot of grabbing and touching and some spanking. (ft. attempts to make this some-what more of a “realistic” smut + lube is your best friend.)

SMUT | 2.2k | m.list | AO3 ver.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic.  Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

Rating: Mature, sexual content 

It wasn’t often that he came home early, but today was one of those days. Much to your delight since you’ve had the day off and been investing your time on doing nothing for once.

Barely any words were exchanged after he stepped inside before your lips and hands were clinging to the other with no mercy.

It was Thursday.

Some people might think it’s weird but for you and Taehyung it kept the spark alive.

Thursdays were always reserved for “love” time. Well, most days were along with some spontaneity but Thursdays was an agreement. It was also a good excuse to try new things or to simply dress a little extra for the occasion.

The only words that had time to escape were “Hello Honey” before he easily lifted you up for you to wrap your legs around his waist.

He lips practically begged for more the second they came in touch with yours and your hands quickly found their way into his hair.

Of course he was eager, eager to taste you, eager to touch you, eager to play with you.  Immersed in the kiss you didn’t notice the few amount of steps it took for him to carry you to your bedroom.

With a short gasp escaping you he pulled away from your lips and let you fall back on to the bed with a bounce.

He smirked down at you stood by the end of the bed, dressed in black jeans, a shirt and still wearing his leather jacket and slightly out of breath.

While his hands moved up to unbutton his shirt you noticed the significantly grown bulge that was concealed by a tight looking piece of fabric. Unaware you let your teeth sink in to your lower lip gently.

“You like what you see?” Taehyung asked, his smirk wider than before.

Scoffing, you replied with a smirk.

Within the next second his abdomen was fully exposed and he pulled his jacket off along with his shirt, leaving his upper body exposed for your eyes.

Taehyung liked putting on a show and you knew it far too well from experience.

He raised a brow and took a step closer to the bed, his hand gently brushing against his bulge.

“There’s an issue.”

“What can that issue be baby?”

“You’re wearing clothes.” He said and climbed on to the bed.

His hands reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. He unclasped your bra and tossed it to the side along with your shirt, leaving you in an equal amount of clothing as himself.

 Your mind was clouded with lust, whatever was happening outside or next door couldn’t find a way to capture a snip of your attention even if it tried. The two of you fully immersed and focused on the other, eyes staring deeply in to your, lips moving against yours with a hungry pressure.  It felt as if only a mere second had passed from then to now, along with the rest of your clothes getting thrown off the bed and Taehyung pinning you down against the mattress, his hands tightly gripping each of your wrists and holding them down on either side of your head, Taking control. Minutes felt like seconds, his lips left your and trailed kisses down your jaw to your neck. He took his sweet time but every motion and touch left you wanting more and wanting it to last longer.

His hands left your wrists and brushed against your arms down to your elbows before he placed them on the sides of your waist. His lips begun a journey further south, placing gentle touches against your skin from your shoulder, between your breasts and down your abdomen. Where he was going wasn’t anything but expected and anticipated. But he still managed to get a low surprised gasp out of you when his hands left your waist, stroking over your hips before grabbing your thighs tightly, pushing them up and apart, placing your legs on either shoulder. He met your eyes again only to flash a grin before letting his hands slide down your thighs and rest on your hips.

His tongue flicked over your clit, making you let out a soft whimper at the first touch. Taking the sensitivity in mind he started of slow, licking across, up and down frustratingly slow.  For every flick of his tongue you could feel yourself dripping beneath him, only to second later have your juices captured by his tongue.

A hand went missing from your hips but quickly found its way back to your body by your slit.

His hands were cold and the touch had you tighten your muscles in surprise from the sudden change from his warm tongue and hot breath to his cold fingers pinching your clit softly.

He knew how much you loved it when he paid extra attention to that one specific sensitive spot on your body, knowing he would get his treat for his dedication later…

His thumb pressed against your clit and slowly started going in circles, triangles, squares?! The pleasure going through your nerves from his touch was more than enough to have you not focusing on if he was either drawing patterns or just moving around as he pleased. Whatever he was doing it felt too good for you to want or let him stop.

Your muscles tensed up and your leg moved up his shoulder. Keeping still was easier said than done but you wished you hadn’t.

Taehyung pulled his hand away to grab your ankle.

“Stay still.” He ordered, moving your leg back to its original position.

Your hands were tightened into fists of frustration. You needed to feel his touch again and now, it was too close that a second longer and he would have had you orgasm just from his fingers.

Another second went by consisting of his eyes just looking you up and down.

“On all fours”

Desperately you obeyed his command and turned over, placing yourself on all fours with your back facing him.

The mattress dipped as he moved around behind you, making you able to figure out where he was. A hand placed itself on your lower back and moved up slowly, pushing you down on the way up to your neck. Your face was resting sideways against the bed, your arms supporting your balance by your sides and your backside up in the air.

His hand made its way back up your spine but didn’t stop at your lower back. His hand moved over the curve of your butt, stopping there instead.  His fingertips dug in to the skin of your butt cheek, grabbing it tightly before letting go and playfully spanking it.

You let out a small groan as response.

“You like that?” he asked, lightly slapping his hand again against the pink mark his hand left previously.

You nodded lightly and you heard him chuckle lightly behind you.

His hand rested soothingly against your butt cheek, his other closed around his cock, gently stroking himself before positioning the tip by your folds, letting you feel his presence before sliding the tip between your folds and up your slit to your clit and back down to your entrance.

Deep sighs of pleasure left his throat as he repeated the movement up and down before he pushed gently into your entrance. Not more than the head at first, moving gently in and out of your entrance.

Your hands gripped the sheets, silently begging for him to slide all the way in.

As if hearing you he pushed the head of his cock in again and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you back against him slowly as he pushed himself in all the way with a moan escaping both of you. All the way in he stayed in place, letting you enjoy the pleasuring feeling of his cock stretching your inner muscles. He started rocking his hips gently, the pleasure instantly taking over your mind as he moved gently inside you.

Next he fully pulled out, causing you to tense up. He quickly reached beside you to the top draw of the nightstand, clumsily grabbing a bottle out it and pushing it shut.

He rushed trying to get the cap off and quickly drizzled the thick clear liquid over his cock. He closed the bottle one-handedly and tossed it to the side. He quickly moved his hand up and down to spread the lube over himself, whatever was left on his hand he spread between your lower lips.

His hands grabbed a hold of your hips yet again and he thrusted back in to you with ease, having your teeth sink deeply in to your lip.

He started in a steady rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and pushing all of his length into you. It didn’t take long before he sped up and thrust became shorter and harder.  Every so often his cock would brush against that magical spot inside you, the spot that would make your thighs tense up and after a few more times practically shake.

He was breathing heavily behind you. Taehyung had always been the more vocal one in the bedroom but with every thrust getting harder you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out winces of pleasure.

He would groan at any sense of touch, mixed with his heavy breaths he was practically screaming.

His hands quickly moved from your hips to your waist, pulling you back up on all fours and wrapping his arms around your waist tight.

“You feel so good.” He groaned, thrusting even deeper than before.

The tight squeeze around your waist increased the sensation in your core even further.  Your fingers were digging tightly on to the sheets as he roughly began to pound into you, grunting loud by your ear. He didn’t have to say he was close, you could already tell by the sudden increase of power in his thrusts.

Breathing heavily he slowed down  a little, yet still rocking his hips back and forth hard as he whispered that he was about to cum.

You had found yourself by the edge of your climax since he tightened his grip around your waist, but getting there took more. You felt like you were about to explode any second and the desire was by now desperate.

Taehyung new your body more than well and he loosened his grip around your waist by one arm and let his arm snake its way around your inner thigh and his fingers to brush against your sensitive bud, making you gasp.

His fingers roughly started to rub around your clit as his thrusts became faster. A long groan escaped him and his other hand made its way to your left breast, gently beginning to massage it, sending multiple waves of pleasure through your body.

Your arms began to shake under you, the exhaustion about to hit you was closer than you thought but the pleasure hade you like in a trance, distracted from the fact that your muscles were shaking on a verge to give up as Taehyung’s fingers rubbed against your most sensitive spot.

A loud moan of relief echoed between the walls as Taehyung thrusted into you one last time and deep, pushing his hips forward along with yours, trying his best to come in as deep as he could as he finally found his high. His hand fell from your breast to support his own balance as he breathed heavily and his cum filled you up inside. The deep penetration was the last thing needed to set you off along with Taehyung’s fingers relentlessly brushing up and down against your clit. A deep exhale followed by a moan left you as you felt your muscles give up their last strength to allow your walls to tightly grip against the thick cock inside you. Taehyung gently started to ride out your orgasm along with his groans from you tightening around him.

A deep breath and he pulled out. He let himself fall down beside you, grabbing you on his way down and pulled you tight against him, clinging to you.

You were still a mess, your walls still pulsating after your orgasm but you finally found yourself coming back to your senses.

The two of you laid like this for some time, catching your breathes and coming back down from your highs.

Taehyung’s hands reached up to your face and gentle brushed against you cheek. You quickly turned over to face him, he was smiling that smile, the smile that was a mix of a smirk and a loving smile.

His hair screamed sex, his scent too, it looked like he’d been out in the rain and the ends of his fringe were clinging to his forehead. His skin was covered with little beads of sweat and his chest was moving up and down significantly. He looked like a hot mess, literally.

You clenched your thighs together, trying to sooth yourself. Taehyung’s hand found its way back to your cheek and cupped it, he let his hand slide down your jaw and placed his fingers under your chin, tilting your face up for him to place a soft kiss on your lips.

[ao3feed-widofjord]

by HyperKid

Fjord doesn’t like shopping. Caleb’s picked up a little something to distract him with.

Words: 4296, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Caleb Widogast (Critical Role), Fjord (Critical Role), Jester (Critical Role), Beau (Critical Role), Nott the Brave (Critical Role), Caduceus Clay (Critical Role)

Relationships: WidoFjord - Relationship, Polynein, Beauregard/Caduceus Clay/Fjord/Jester/Caleb Widogast/Yasha, Caleb Widogast/Fjord

Additional Tags: all of the smut, PWP, Rimming, Anal Sex, Fingering, Magic Lube, Caleb getting mildly stoned through his ass, Fjord hates shopping, for everything except magic lube, Bondage, Magic Lube Thursday, Knotting

[ao3feed-shadowgast]

Celebration

by HyperKid

Essek and Caleb have successfully invented a spell! That calls for more than a little celebration.

Caleb’s idea is for a special meal from his childhood.

Essek’s idea is to get dicked right the fuck down.

Words: 8343, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 10 of Trans Caleb AU

Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Caleb Widogast (Critical Role), Essek Thelyss (Critical Role)

Relationships: Shadowgast - Relationship, shadogast, Caleb Widogast/Essek Thelyss

Additional Tags: shadowgast week 2020, Magic Lube Thursday, trans!Caleb Widogast, magic pancakes are a bad idea, or a great idea, no inbetween, Pegging, Oral, Come Eating, Fluff, Prompt: Domestic, domestic fucking?, domesticated wizard, Mild scatterings of angst, Soft nostalgic Caleb

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/24191461