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Kinktober Day 27 - Double Penetration in Two Holes
Ghost x Soap x AFAB!Reader - 1.1k
summary: You go home with a pair of nice men from the bar and end up having the best sex of your life. (Reader POV, second person)
cw: unrealistic anal sex lmao
You hadn’t known what to expect when you agreed to go home with two men at the bar.
They’d introduced themselves as Simon and Johnny - well, Johnny had introduced himself and Simon. Two military men on leave, looking to let off some steam at a local bar, and they'd somehow decided you'd make good conversation. You’d realized quickly that they were in a relationship, and had been quite disappointed you wouldn’t get to go home with either of them. Still, you sat with them for nearly two hours, running through virtually any topics that popped into your head.
Oddly, it was Simon who invited you back to their apartment. You hadn’t even thought he liked you, had been caught very off guard by what you interpreted as an invite to a threesome.
Still, you’d agreed. Sent off a picture of Johnny’s I.D. to a close friend and finished off your drink before they ordered an Uber.
Your theory that you’d been invited to a threesome is immediately confirmed when Johnny covers you lips with his the moment their front door closes behind you. His palms cup your cheeks, and his enthusiasm makes you stumble back a bit. You open your mouth to Johnny’s stroking tongue just as you feel Simon catch you by the hips, his front warm against your back.
Everything from there is a blur of kisses and bites, groping hands and shed clothing. Johnny’s a bit of a biter, you quickly discover, and Simon is clearly the one in control as he herds all three of you down the hallway. By the time you reach their bedroom door, you’re in just your underwear, both of the men with you shirtless.
You straddle Simon’s hips when he sits on the bed, grind on his lap a bit as he holds a hand around your neck and keeps your kiss slow and smooth. Johnny feels you up over your shoulder, fingers plucking at your nipples with the perfect amount of force to make you writhe. The sensation leaves you moaning into Simon’s mouth, soaking through your panties.
The three of you move up the bed once Simon and Johnny are fully stripped and your underwear have been thrown across the room. Simon leans back on the pillows, grabs you by the thighs and urges you into the position to ride him.
Johnny moves to your side as Simon tucks a few fingers into your cunt to stretch you, licking and sucking at your nipples while you give his cock a few tugs. Simon pulls away for just a moment, winks up at you when he rolls a condom over his rock-hard member.
Soon enough Simon’s got you by the hips, sinking you down on his cock. You moan loudly at the frankly unimaginable stretch, your head thrown back and one hand planted on his chest to hold yourself up. You feel Johnny move behind you, and he pushes between your shoulder blades until you’re laid flat to Simon’s chest.
“Can you take us both, lass?” Johnny asks, hunching over you to whisper in your ear.
The suggestion makes you moan again, has you grinding on Simon’s dick and clenching around him. “Fuck, that’s so hot. Do-d’you have lube?”
Simon rolls his hips into yours, uses his grip on his thighs to help you properly ride him while Johnny ducks over to the bedside table. Just moments later you feel a warm hand on your ass, then cold lube drip down onto you.
Johnny’s careful to stretch you more slowly than Simon had, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the stretch of one finger, then two, then three.
By the time he notches his latex-wrapped head at your entrance, you’re coated in sweat and more than ready for him to fuck you.
Johnny collars a hand loosely around your throat, pulls you up so your back rests against his chest as he sinks slowly into you.
The pressure has all three of you moaning, Simon’s grip on your hips turning bruising and Johnny’s breaths erratic against your shoulder. It doesn’t take long for him to sink to the hilt inside of you, stretching you further than you’ve ever been before.
“Fuck, Johnny,” Simon pants beneath you, clenching his teeth as tightly as he’s grabbing your hips. “Can feel you inside or her.”
“Feel you too, Si,” Johnny moans into your shoulder. “Let me know when I can move, love, need to fuck you so badly.”
You give yourself a few long moments to adjust to the stretch, waiting until you’re absolutely sure your body is ready to lift yourself up, then drop your weight down.
Again, the three of you moan in sync. Johnny and Simon find a rhythm quickly, Johnny stroking in when Simon strokes out so you’ve always got at least one cock buried to the hilt inside of you. The pleasure leaves you limp, drooling onto Simon’s chest with your eyes rolled back in your head and just riding the waves of pleasure.
“So fuckin’, good,” Simon rumbles beneath you, and you can feel every word in your own chest. “Such a perfect girl, lettin’ us fuck her silly. So good for us.”
Johnny moans in agreement behind you, his thrusts becoming a little erratic as he nears his orgasm.
Simon slips a hand from your hip down to your clit before either one of them comes, rubs quick little circle against you until you’re wriggling on top of him and moaning with your head thrown back.
“Oh god- fuck, she’s so fuckin’ tight, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck-” Johnny rambles, words slurring together before he finally slams to a stop deep inside of you, letting out his own pornographic moan as he rides the waves of his own orgasm with little twitches of his hips.
Simon doesn’t last much longer after either of you, your pulsing walls coaxing him right to the edge and milking every drop of cum from his body.
You’re all silent in the aftermath, stacked on top of each other like legos even after they both slip from your body. Simon is the one who moves first, nudging the two of you off of him and onto the bed. Johnny pulls the condom off his now soft dick, then immediately curls himself around you.
Were you a little less drunk on the best one-night stand of your life, it would occur to you that you should maybe try and sneak out before morning. But Simon moves to your front, holds you and Johnny both to his chest, and you’re far too warm to even think of getting out of bed.
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Kinktober Day 27
Kinktober Day 27: Soft sex, Jugram Haschwalth x female reader.
Jugram loves to be soft and romantic with you. Especially, after he hasn't seen you in a few weeks since he's so busy being Yhwach's right hand man.
You walk inside your shared bedroom, dim with candles around the room and rose petals along the ground and bed. Your eyes widen and a smile tugs on your face.
Jugram stands in front of your bed, his warm blonde bangs tucked behind his ear, dressed in his usual uniform.
"Hi, my love," Jugram greets you with a warm, tender smile. You gaze up at his pale face and return the kind smile.
"Hi, what's all this?" you ask as he slowly stalks over to you. Your heart rams against your chest and Jugram's eyes are soft, filled with warmth.
"Well, we haven't seen each other in a few weeks. I want to have a nice night with you," Jugram explains and your heart fills up with happiness.
You love the way Jugram can be so sweet and kind. He thoughts are planned out and nice.
Jugram reaches out his bare hand and cups your cheek, thumb grazing along your skin. His touch pricks the hair up along the back of your neck and you lean into his touch.
"I've missed you dearly," you express and Jugram's lips tug into a tiny grin.
"Allow me to express how much I've missed you," his voice is husky, sending a chill down your spine. Jugram dips his head down, closing his eyes and capturing your lips.
Your body becomes warm in his touch, lips pressing together. His blonde eyelashes tickle your cheeks as the kiss grows deeper, lips meshing together.
You're the first to pull away, quietly inhaling sharply for air.
"Yhwach has been working you hard, my love. Are you sure you're up for this?" you ask softly, seeing the tiredness behind his forest green eyes.
Jugram tilts his head to the side, a faint smile along his face. He appreciates your concern for him, but he is more than just fine.
"I can assure you that I am perfectly fine, my dear," Jugram speaks softly and you nod your head. He presses his hand slightly deeper against your cheek, tilting your head up and exposing your bare neck.
His eyes fill with hunger, his mouth watering. Jugram lowers his head to your neck, peppering it with wet kisses. Your hands reach out and grab onto the long sleeves of his uniform, steadying yourself.
A soft moan leaves your lips as Jugram's lips suck and nibble on your sensitive skin. Jugram snakes an arm around your waist, hand flattening against your lower back and circling you in closer to him.
Your eyelids flutter half closed, tiny waves of pleasuring shocking your body. Jugram's long blonde hair, tickles your neck and any bare part of your upper body.
Jugram's hand falls down from your cheek, working on undoing his green belt. His golden belt buckle jiggles as he pulls the belt off his body and tosses it on the ground.
Your hands tug on his trench coat, slowly pulling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. Jugram pulls you even closer, your breasts pressing up against his now, bare chest.
"Jugram," you whisper out and he pulls away from your neck now covered in red and slightly purple marks. His eyes meet yours as you run your hands over his slim upper torso, feeling every one of his muscles.
"Let me take care of you, angel," Jugram whispers, hands gripping onto the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head. Your heart skips a beat and you nod your head.
You don't know how to control your heartbeat when Jugram is so soft with his words and calling you such sweet pet names.
Jugram's hand runs down the middle of your chest all the way down to where your pants are. You squeeze your thighs together, just the thought of his fingers being so close to your core make you wet.
His hand travels up from your lower back to where your bra is clasped in the back. You don't even notice him unclipping your bra and sliding it off your skin until the cold air hits your bare breasts.
Jugram's eyes glisten in the dim lighting, admiring you with such hunger. His cock grows hard inside of his boxers at the sight of you.
You're so beautiful and stunning.
Your eyes lock onto Jugram's hand, ever so painfully slowly taking off your pants. He tugs them down your thighs that are sticking to them and down your ankles.
Jugram captures your lips with a heated kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and easily dominating yours. Jugram's hands grip onto your hips and push you back.
You let a tiny yelp as you sink into the mattress and Jugram's weight presses down on you. Jugram presses his hands on the mattress near your head, holding himself above you.
His knee is positioned in between your thighs, dangerously inching closer and closer to your dripping core. You press your clothed core to his knee, being relieved from the pressure.
Jugram hand travels from your stomach to your underwear where he slowly pulls it down. His eyes widen at the huge wet spot on the crotch of your underwear.
"Oh, you're so wet for me, my angel. I'm sorry I've left you unattended for so long," Jugram huffs out, thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.
You squirm against him and moan as if you've never felt a man's touch before. Jugram dips his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach up to your breasts.
His lips wrap around your nipple, feeling the bead grow hard inside of your mouth. His free hand runs up your side and squeezes your other breast.
"Mhm! S-shit, Jugram," you hiss out, bucking your hips forward as his thumb firmly presses down on your clit. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, your hand flattening against the nape of his neck.
Jugram releases your nipple with a wet pop, lifting his head up and his narrow eyes meeting yours.
You clench around nothing, whimpering. The way he's got you trapped underneath his hot gaze makes you even more turned on.
"Tell me what you want, my dear," Jugram urges you on, thumb rubbing over your nipple.
"I-I want you inside of me. Please," you beg him, unable how much longer you'll be able to take him pressing down on your clit. A grin tugs on Jugram's face and he pecks your lips softly.
Jugram doesn't hesitate to discard of the rest of his his clothes, his pants and boxers discarded with the rest of his clothes scattered on the ground.
You lift your head up, gazing at his hard, long cock. Jugram takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times. You bite on your bottom lip and Jugram gazes down at your pussy.
"So wet for me, angel," he whispers huskily, fingers teasing your pussy folds. You're practically dripping out of your hole at this point, your eyes screaming at Jugram to just fuck you.
He hooks one of your legs around his hip, bringing himself even closer. Your jaw drops open as Jugram slowly pushes his raging tip inside of your aching hole.
A gasp rattles your body as Jugram slowly slides his length inside of you. Jugram hand runs up your arm and his fingers interlace with yours.
He presses your hand into the mattress, groaning as he finally bottoms out inside of your pussy. Jugram hangs his head low, his nose resting against yours.
He brings his free hand up and cups your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod your head, unable to form words from the pressure building up inside of your stomach. Jugram lightly taps your cheek and you meet his gaze.
He needs words from you or he won't continue. He has to know that you're okay.
"I'm fine, Jugram. If you stay like this any longer I might go crazy," you warn him, giggling. Jugram smiles warmly and nods his head.
Your cheeks are boiling and your toes are curling from the sweet praises being whispered into your ear as Jugram's hips meet yours.
His hold on your hand is soft yet tight. He's groaning and moaning into your neck, giving your hand a light squeeze. The sound of skin against skin filling the room, fueling something deep inside of Jugram.
His cock fits inside of you so perfectly, walls clenching around his length. The head of his cock hitting that sweet spot each time he thrusts inside of you, his hips meeting yours.
Your moans grow louder and louder, filling the room. Your grip on Jugram's neck is harsh, fingers digging into his skin. His hand is still latched onto yours, never daring to let go.
"O-oh, I'm close, Jugram," you moan out, your jaw going slack, sounds of pleasure spilling out. Jugram hips relentlessly smack into yours, his pace slow and sensual.
Each time, he leaves his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out and pushing in again.
Jugram's eyes meet yours as you pant heavily. "I know," he mumbles out, hips meeting yours. A loud moan leaves your lips as your thighs tremble and the knots in your stomach come undone.
Your cum spills out of your stuffed hole, dripping onto the base of Jugram's cock.
"There you go, my love. You did so well," he groans out, eyelids fluttering closed. He clenches his jaw, unsure how much longer he can hold out.
Jugram doesn't cum inside of you often, he's a gentleman and prefers not to cum inside of your pretty pussy. Although, he loves to, but he would never go against your wishes and hates to make a mess.
A gleam of sweat glistens over Jugram's face as wet sounds arise from his cock sinking in and out of your pussy.
"Y/n, may I?" he pants out. You glance over at him, knowing exactly what's he asking by the desperate look on his face. He's barely holding himself together.
"Of course," you nod your head, your breasts jiggling with each sharp thrust. Jugram lowers his face to yours, lips grazing over yours. He moans loudly into your mouth, thick ropes of cum filling up your hole.
He continues to thrust sloppily inside of you, before stopping all of his movements. His muscles are aching as he's been holding himself up for a long period of time.
Your heavy breaths mix together and Jugram rests his forehead against yours. His cum mixed with yours start to drool onto the bedsheets and your thighs.
Jugram presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls back his hips, slowly sliding out of you. He hisses slightly when the air hits his soft, sensitive cock.
His blonde hair hangs down onto your face and your nose scrunches up when it tickles you. Jugram sinks down onto the mattress besides you, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.
His eyes gleam over your body and he reaches out, his hand grabbing your face and pulling you closer. Jugram reaches for the cloth he set aside on the bed just in case.
"Are you okay, my dear?" he asks with a tender voice, running the cloth along your sticky thighs. You smile warmly and nod your head.
"I am more than okay, Jugram," you assure him and he chuckles deeply.
"I shall never leave you unattended for so long again, my love," he presses a soft kiss to your lips, intending for that to seal his promise.
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Kinktober Day 27: Striptease(Love Shack)
warnings/kinks: surprise party, striptease, kissing, fluffy
pairings: Might Guy x Fem!Reader
word count: 0.7k
tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower
You weren’t really expecting much for your birthday. Your girlfriends had decided to surprise you with something, but you wanted to spend the night alone. It had been a rough couple of weeks with all these missions, and you had found yourself just absolutely exhausted. But Kurenai was not having it. She told you to get ready to go out to the club that night. She had a surprise for you. So it was safe to say you were just a bit giddy about the whole thing.
After taking a long shower and getting dressed up really cute, you made your way to the club you always go to. When you get there, the bartender tells you that your party has rented a private room in the back. You can’t believe that your friends would spend so much money on just little ol’ you.
You make your way to the private room, and all your girlfriends are there. Kurenai, Anko, Sakura, Ino…they are all here. They get you to sit down at the chair facing this small platform at the center of the room. You’re a little confused by this, but you do as they say. Kurenai takes your coat from you, and she hands you a small box. You open the box and you find someone’s forehead protector. You’re a little confused because it seems like it belongs to someone not in this room.
“We decided to give you a little surprise,” Kurenai explains. Sakura is watching for your reaction.
Everything about this seems so suspicious, but you decide to give your friends the benefit of the doubt. The lights are turned down low, and there’s some upbeat music playing from the boombox that Ino has on her lap. Kurenai then shouts “Okay! We’re ready!”
Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you watch Might Guy come out from behind a curtain. He takes center stage, and he smiles widely when he sees you. Guy has been your crush since you two were children, but you just never found the time to act on your crush. Your cheeks burn as he begins bumping his hips to the beat of the song.
The other girls begin clapping as Guy begins dancing seductively. He comes closer to you and he takes your hand in his. Your heart skips a beat as he pulls you on stage with him.
“I heard it’s your birthday,” he says seductively. Guy presses his big body up against yours, making your panties become wet from the excitement of being so close to him. He smiles so happily, and he continues to grind against you to the beat of the song.
“Y-yeah. It’s my birthday.”
“Just relax,” he breathes as he leans in to kiss you chastely. Your heart races in your chest, but you don’t want to be too nervous.
Then he helps you back into your seat, and he takes his place on stage. You watch as he begins dancing to the beat of the music again, and the other girls cheer when he begins taking off his jumpsuit. You aren’t even sure what to expect now, but you know that he is going to put on quite the show for you.
Soon the jumpsuit is off, and he tosses towards you. The girls cheer when you catch it, and you bring it to your face. The material is very soft, softer than you expected. The girls clap their hands with the rhythm of the song and Guy continues to dance seductively. He smiles at you and winks, making you swoon so much. He looks like a god. He is in physical peak.
All that’s left are the small briefs he’s wearing, and it leaves very little to the imagination. He comes over to you, and he begins grinding against you. The song is coming to an end, and you can tell that Guy has a big finale planned for the two of you. As the song culminates, he kisses you so passionately. His tongue slips into your mouth, making you moan.
“Get a room!” Ino calls playfully.
Guy laughs and then he picks you up into his arms. “Gladly. She’ll see you all later.”
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KINKTOBER DAY 27
kink of the day: Foodplay
additional kinks/warnings: alcohol, inexperience
characters: Khenta and Zelenia (human SI, not on tumblr)
A/N: Khenta's attempt to seduce a fellow acolyte does not go according to plan (I wrote a smiliar story for last kinktober where he attempts to seduce Overseer Harkun, seems like this is becoming a tradition)...
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Khenta was quite proud of himself, but he resisted the urge to make a dramatic gesture as he lead Zelenia into the room. Chandeliers and candles illuminated a table that was loaded almost to the breaking point with hundreds of bowls and plates, stacked on top of each other and piling up in delicious spires of food. He had taken great care to order the best and most exclusive dishes from all corners of the galaxy and he had even bought a rare wine from the core worlds that was as potent as it was sweet.
Zelenia didn't seem to understand at first. “What's all this?” She looked around, behind them and then at Khenta, a frown on her pretty face.
Khenta chuckled, pushing her towards the seats. “It's for you. For us. The surprise I've been talking about? Remember?” He poured them both a glass of the dark red liquid, toasting at the still confused looking woman.
“Why?” She managed, then dutifully took a sip of the wine and made a face. Because you're not going to resist me when you're drunk, Khenta thought, but aloud he said: “Consider it a token of my appreciation. It's the least I could do after all you've done for me since we arrived on Korriban.” It was true that Khenta owed her his life, pitiful as it was these days, but such sentiments had never stopped him from getting what he wanted.
Regardless of his motives Khenta truly enjoyed the way Zelenia's face lit up as she tried all the different dishes in front of her. He patiently explained each and every one of them, grinning at the obvious enthusiasm as the former slave wolfed down delicacies that she - in her old life - would have only been able to dream about. She'd get used to appreciating and enjoying the finer things in life. It was what the galaxy owed them.
Pleasure. Passion in all things. That was what being a Sith was about. Zelenia didn't yet understand, but he knew she would come around to his point of view eventually. For now he was happy to watch her indulge in the pleasures of consumption, watch her get more and more inebriated as she found a liking to the wine as well.
Everything was going according to his plan. “You haven't tried this one.” He held out a dark, round morsel of food, a fruit he was most familiar with. “What is it?” he could hear from her voice that the alcohol was starting to affect her, her speech was becoming more and more slurred and her gaze unfocused. But as always she trusted him, no matter how naive that was.
“It's from Ziost. I forgot what the locals call it but the ancient Sith believed it to be a... powerful aphrodisiac.” He leaned a bit closer to offer it to Zelenia, holding it between two fingers. When she attempted to reach for it, he pulled his hand away and smirked.
“It's probably just a legend.” He was surprised how easy it was to make her eat the delicacy from his hands. She blushed an interesting color, a charming red he thought looked good on her pale cheeks. Khenta smirked as he felt her lips brushing against his fingers, but he didn't pull back his hand, moved it to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind her ear.
He watched closely for her reaction as he held out another fruit. “More?” She nodded, timidly, and Khenta thought he saw her breath get caught in her throat as he fed her a few more and ran his thumb over her lips to catch a few drops of liquid. Her breath was coming faster, now and... was she actually fidgeting in her seat?
Khenta hesitated, leaning closer. This was a bit of a gamble. He didn't even know if Zelenia liked women that way. He had watched her stare at the male acolytes when they were training shirtless, and he was reasonably sure she was attracted to men, but since his current body wasn't of much use in that regard...
Zelenia didn't pull back when Khenta reached out to touch her knee, and that was most encouraging. “I confess, there is something else I want to taste tonight.”
Zelenia blinked once, but she wasn't stupid. She must have sensed what Khenta was attempting to do. She didn't pull back either when he leaned in and pressed their lips together.
The kiss was very soft, hesitant at first. He could taste the sweetness of the fruit still on her lips, and for a moment he forgot about his plan to go slow and deepened the kiss, running his tongue over her lower lip. Controlling your passions wasn't something that came easy to any Sith. He felt her shiver beneath his hands and did something to him, made some long forgotten feeling stir in his chest. Perhaps he'd had too much of the wine as well, he thought briefly, before pulling back.
“Perhaps there is some truth to the legends after all,” he murmured, and she just giggled, but the way she looked at him all of a sudden was unnerving.
At least he had plenty of practice with this female body, unlike Zelenia, who had little experience of ANY form. He knew she was untouched, that anything past this point would be her first time experiencing it. That thought made something else in him stir, further down south between his legs. He loved the idea of being her first lover, but despite the sudden rush of arousal he realized that something was wrong. There was something about the way she was looking at him....
“Perhaps there is some truth to the legends,” she repeated his own words, her speech so slurred it was barely intelligible. Before he could fully grasp the meaning of her words, she suddenly climbed onto his lap and grasped his face in her hands, staring at him in that unnerving manner of hers. He couldn't look away from her strange, human eyes.
This time it was Zelenia who initiated the kiss, and it was Khenta who shivered.
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Kinktober Day 27- Toys
Drumroll please....featuring Craig and Iris Foster! From my Magic and Miracles FFXV AU wher Iris is the former Iris Amicitia. and now married to her literal big hunk of a man, Craig. Who is like 6'6 and 400lbs of POWER. (He is both a strong man competitor and he's the other half of Foster and Foster Construction, a construction business he co-owns with his dad, Craig Foster Senior. Craig's uncle who is his dad's younger brother- and his wife- own Fosters Designs Incorporated where they design custom homes among other things where Selena works as a house designer/interior decorator. And Craig and Iris are building their dream house. Craig doing so, quite literally with his own two hands with lots of help from freinds and family.
Fun Fact. Craig is the only man alive that makes Gladio feel small. But they're cool and good brothers in law and Iris REALLY has a thing for the big strong but sweet and gentle type. Which Craig is the epitome of that. Also, look at that RING that is Sylva giving him a sweetheart deal because if her parents hadn't been in the hospital business, they would have been in the jewlery business. And would have been just as well known as the Winstons.
A billion and one thanks to @starsandskies for her Kinktober prompts. This is short and sweet. But only two more left and it's not December yet! Yay! Even though it is the middle of November. It still counts.
Kinktober Day 27- Toys
“So what new toys did you get me?” Iris asked as she giddily looked through the box that Craig had ordered, expecting to see a new piece of exercise equipment but to her surprise and delight, it wasn’t that kind of toy.
It was vibrator that you wore in your underwear. The pure salaciously and practically evil giggle she made was both adorable yet, strangely, exciting for her husband Craig.
“So when did you want to try it out?” Craig asked.
“Right now!” She said.
“It has to charge first.” Craig pointed to the fact that it was rechargeable.
“Dang it.” Iris grumped before she impatiently unboxed it and plugged it in and whined when the light blinked red.
“Come on, I need help with the house anyway. We can play with it when we get back.” Craig insisted as he urged his wife out of their condo and back to the house he was building for her. The basement was already dug, the foundations were poured, the framework was in place. It was getting it’s roof and the rest of the plumbing and electrical work was already in too as the windows were now being installed. And frankly Craig thought it was pretty awesome that not only did he get the materials for this house at cost, he actually got paid to build his own house. Granted along with all the houses he was still in the process of building for his other friends and family. But he took extra pride in this one as he had made sure that Iris would be perfectly happy with it and it would be a big enough house to fit him and his extra large size.
So Iris wasn’t disappointed for long as she helped make sure all the windows were installed correctly as she could still only imagine how great it was going to look once it was all done. Because the next step was drywall then floors, then paint then finishing work and then finally moving in with all the furniture, most of which was sitting in storage because they had gotten some amazing furniture on clearance.
Then Craig got a call on his phone as he was in another room making sure the windows were installed correctly in there too before he came looking for his wife.
“Hey Hun? Pash and Gladio want to know if we want to go out to dinner. Mom just flew back from her trip with the boys and everyone else is meeting them at the steakhouse by the airport.” Craig informed her as he had the phone held to his chest.
“Yes, of course, that sounds great.” She beamed.
“I might need a shower first though.” She realized as she used her shirt to wipe off the sweat from her forehead.
“Yup, we’ll be there.” Craig agreed as he and Iris got back into his truck and quickly drove home to get cleaned up and dressed as Iris put on just a bit of makeup too while Craig noticed that the toy was now fully charged and pocketed it as he downloaded the app and paired it with his own phone while she was in the bathroom.
“Ready Babe?” Iris asked as she exited the bathroom, looking stunning as always since she had forgone the pixie cut and really let her hair grow out the older she got.
“Yup.” He smiled as he made sure the dogs were out in the yard before they got back in the truck.
Once they got to the restaurant, Craig stood so that Iris and the other ladies could sit and wait for their large party to be seated before Regis came in carrying Alexis while Noct had Jaxon in his carseat from the car while Ignis had the diaper bag as a backpack on his back before Iris happily picked Jaxon up out of his carseat, and happily kissed his chubby cheeks and began talking some beautiful Spanish to him that he always seemed to like to hear as Craig simply smiled proudly to see Iris do so. She was going to be one hell of a good mom. When she was ready to be of course.
So far they were with the couples who were waiting until thier houses were done before they started to expand their families, but others didn't seem to want to wait. Gladio and Pashmina had already had a little boy and a new baby girl and Pashmina was probably going to be pregnant with baby number three pretty soon. Luche and Ada had London and Ada was pregnant again, this time with a little girl as they were still figuring out baby names. And now with Noctis and Ignis adopting two children. Thier friend and family circle was still growing. And Luna and Nyx and Crowe and Libertus were back for a visit. With Crowe bringing Raven with her as Tredd was holding her and Raven just adored Tredd and did not want anyone but Tredd to hold her, which made Tredd happy and proud to see little Raven getting so big.
But Iris didn’t get to hold Jaxon for long before he wanted his grandmother to hold him as Sylva laughed as she took him from Iris and held him and cooed to him and rocked him before he could get a chance to even get fussy. Iris happily handed him over before she came and stood next to Craig who was still looking over a menu as he talked with the other guys before she felt something in his pocket between her hip and his leg.
“What’s that?” Iris asked as she moved her hip around to feel a little better.
“Your new toy. It was charged when we got home. Didn’t know if you’d…” Craig began to murmur to her quietly before she slyly pulled it out of his pocket and transferred it to her own purse.
“Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” She excused herself with a very giddy smile as she quickly went to the bathroom before she eagerly took it out and giggled evilly before she realized she didn’t have any lube and he hadn’t gotten the remote.
“Aw,” Iris complained as she realized what was missing.
“Everything ok?” Luna asked when she was in the next stall over.
“No. Craig got me a new toy but forgot the remote.” Iris answered.
“Can I see it?” She asked as she stuck her hand uder the stall wall divider in the bathroom before Iris handed it over.
“Oh this doesn’t need one. It has an app. Nyx and I got one of these too. Here.” She handed it back before she passed one of her little bottles of lube.
“I don’t think I’ll need that.” Iris offered.
“Trust me dinner is going to take at least an hour, you’ll need it. Just trust me on this.” Luna insisted.
“Ok fine.” Iris grabbed the little bottle and lubed up before she used toilet paper to wipe off her hands and to hand it back so lube wouldn’t get on outside of the bottle.
“Ok, is it on?” Luna asked.
“Yup.”
“And now put it in.” Luna instructed.
“In.”
“Good, kegal that baby to keep it in as you stand and pull up your underwear if you’re wearing any and your jeans.” Luna coached before Iris did before she flushed and then left the stall to wash her hands.
“Ok, now, let’s download the app.” Luna said before Iris got a text from Craig.
‘Is it in?’
‘Yeah’ Iris texted back before Craig grinned rather deviously and turned it on.
“Holy fucking shit!” Iris splurted as she grabbed ahold of the counter as the first jolt of pleasure came from within.
“Ah, I see Craig has the app already on his phone.” Luna giggled herself.
“Yeah, fuck, how does Stella do this with a straight face?” Iris asked right as Stella herself walked in.
“Woah, you ok?” Stella asked Iris.
“First time using a toy in public, Craig has the app.” Luna informed her.
“Oh! Nice, which one?” She asked before Luna whispered the answer as Iris slowly tried to regain her composure.
“Nice!” Stella laughed.
“How do you do this all the time with a straight face?” Iris asked as she clenched her hands to the counter as she was breathing heavy.
“Well first of all, don’t go full tilt the whole way, have him turn it down and then build up from there.” Stella coached.
“Ok, ok.” Iris said as she texted Craig to turn the intensity down if he wanted her to come out of the bathroom at all before she breathed in relief when he turned it down to it’s lowest setting.
“Oh, ok, that’s much better.” Iris blew out a breath of relief.
“And that thing stays charged for a couple of hours. Please tell me you have lube.” Stella began.
“Yeah, I gave her some.” Luna said.
“Well, since you’re gonna have some fun, I am too.” Stella said before she purposefully got in her purse and got her matching one on and in before she texted Tredd that she was ‘free to play’ before Tredd smiled brightly and got into his own app and turned it on to Stella’s favorite programed sequence.
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” Stella sighed happily before she came out and washed her hands too.
Stella, Luna and Iris returned to the group just as they were getting seated as Iris sat next to Craig and gave him a meaningful look as she sat down and just as she was starting to get used to it, he turned it up. They barely got their drink orders in as Iris was happy to use the menu as a shield and couldn’t even figure out what she wanted to eat because she was pretty sure she was going to bite her lip in half to keep herself from squirming or grinding right there in the seat and thankfully by the time the waitress was ready to get her order, Iris was able to at least order for herself.
By the time the appetizers came, Iris was eager to stuff food in her mouth to keep her from speaking or making any other noises as she felt her breathing pattern through her nose betrayed her but thankfully, Stella was laughing and telling jokes and carrying on and keeping all the attention on her so Iris wouldn’t feel that much more exposed or observed too closely.
When the salad came, she was in the home stretch and when Craig went to grab for his phone, she immediately grabbed it out of his hands to keep him from changing it anymore and grabbed his arm so tight she nearly drew blood from her fingernails digging into the flesh of his forearm before he moved his arm down under the table and simply held her hand as she squeezed it as tight as she could before she pretended to look through her purse for some tylenol or something because of the almost pained expression she wore.
Then her drink was refilled and she only grinded a little in her seat as she finally rode out the orgasm before she got into his phone and turned it off before she made too much of a scene and blew out a breath of relief as her cheeks flushed but the tension in her lower back finally eased.
She gave Craig a look that said if he turned this blessed thing on again, she was going to stab him with her steak knife. Which got him to snort a laugh but nod that he was going to leave it alone until she was ready to "play" again.
She gave him the phone back as he bit his lips to keep his grin from spreading too far on his face and nodded in understanding before she looked over at Luna who gave her a questioning look before Iris gave her a subtle nod and the sublte thumbs up that she had cum before Luna gave her a thumbs up and nod of solidarity as Stella simply beamed proudly.
#Kinktober#Kinktober 2022#Kinktober Day 27#FFXV#iris amicitia#iris amicitia x OC Craig Foster Jr.#Magic and Miracles Modern AU#FFXV modern AU#WHERE EVERYONE LIVES AND HAS A HAPPY ENDING AND NOTHING HURTS
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🦇🎃kinktober req!🎃🦇
dom!yuzuru who sometimes tutors curious, innocent fem!reader teaches her to feel good(because the lady asked nicely, how can he refuse :>)
involves a lot of teasing + orgasm denial and overstimulation at the end, yuzuru be like "you were the one who asked in the first place :)"
bonus if they have crushes on each other for some time already but too dumb to realize.
thank you and have fun writing!
Tutor Session (Day 27)
summary — yuzuru can never deny you when you go to him for help... even if it's a rather sexual matter. [yuzuru fushimi x fem! reader]
content warnings — nsfw, mdni. dom! yuzuru, virgin! reader, teasing, orgasm denial -> overstimulation, fingering, oral (fem recieving), penetration (mentioned at end)
author's note — full swing of kinktober guys! ajsjsk im actually surpised i made it this far but nevertheless excited... hope you guys enjoy!!
word count — 922
YOU COULD ALWAYS TRUST YUZURU.
The third-year was always so willing to offer you help. Not only that, but he was just so tender and caring towards you, taking time out of his day to make sure you were confident in yours.
It was his way to show love to you. Yes, Yuzuru was rather infatuated with you but he hasn't disclosed this information to you yet nor have you figured it out. It will all come in time, he always told himself...
But did he expect that it would happen this way?
A rather flustered Yuzuru, contrast to his usual calm self, shook his head as he motioned to you. "Come again...?"
Reflecting his own heated face, you fiddled with your skirt. "Uh- I want you to help me- feel good."
You tried to laugh it off at his starstruck face. "I'm sorry! I just thought that when you said you would helpmewithsomethingithoughtanythingsoilike-"
You cut off yourself, looking up to Yuzuru with his head dipped. With a wrenching feeling you thought he was utterly disgusted at you, but you then noticed his shoulders slightly shaking.
He was laughing.
"Oh, you poor thing," He tried to calm himself down, his blush still prominent as he looked at you with an almost sympathetic gaze. "Are you really that desperate?"
"Uh- I mean-"
Yuzuru stood up from his seat, walking over to you as you shied away in his shadow. "Of course I'll help you, [name]. I did say I would help you with anything."
You felt your lower body heat up instantly as he crouched down in front of you, seating himself between your legs. "'Zuru-?"
"I'll do exactly as you please, my dear." At that nickname you shuddered, resisting the urge to thread your fingers in his hair as he slowly lifted up your skirt to reveal your already-soaked panties.
Amused fuchsia eyes surveyed your twitching cunt, his slender fingers hooking at the sodden silk. "Desperate, hmm?"
You grew red, hiding your embarrassed gaze in your hands. "St-stop the teasing..."
"You wanted this, may I remind you," He breathed against your now-exposed sex. "So as your tutor, I suggest you stop your whining and listen to me like the good girl you are."
Holy hell, he's unintentionally hot. But then again, he's always been...
One finger prodded at your entrance, and you sucked in a breath as it slowly slid into your pussy. It wasn't long until another finger joined in, now two slender digits rubbing against your walls.
Yuzuru closely watched your expression through your hands, taking note of your tomato-red face and glazed-over eyes. He smiled; as usual he was doing an amazing job.
"Oh gosh..." You whined, your shoulder dropping and head falling back. "This- wow, it feels so good~"
"From none other than the best, [name]," He smiled, sneakingly adding in a third finger. "I am rather glad you came to me for this matter... would anybody else make you feel this way?"
You shook your head fervently, your hips now bucking into his fingers to feel your release. "No-! P-please-"
Yuzuru felt you tighten around him, but before you could grip on him even more he slipped out his slick-covered digits. "??"
"Is-" You swallowed, crying mentally as you felt the pleasurable feeling fall through your fingers like sand. "Is that's how it's supposed to be-?"
"Oh no no," He shook his head, running your juices along your thigh. "That would be devastating. No, I just stopped because I want you to do something for me. Like all sessions, I have to get something out of it, no?"
"What?" You said too quickly, twisting your hands together. "I mean- what do you want...?"
He brought his dry hand up to your chin, pulling your head forward so that you were mixing your breath with his.
"I want you to become mine," He whispered, his eyes half-lidded. "And only mine. I've grown tired of chasing you, and you haven't picked up on my discreet suggestions. So right here and now, I want you to proclaim to me, to beg to me to make you mine and I yours."
You were speechless. You were perfectly fine about all the mine-yours thing; you felt the same way as he did to you. But begging...?
But you also wanted to witness the heavenly feeling he talked about. And, technically, being his lover won't be bad...
"Please... 'Zuru," Your soft whine escalated into a needy moan, trying to rub your legs together. "I-I'm yours, I'm yours! Make me yours, make me your lover, make me your slut, just please!"
The latter gave you a slight closed-eye smile, going back to finger-fuck you as soon as those words left your lips. "Good girl."
Seconds later you felt a rush of adrenaline, your body jolting as the bright flame exploded. A strangled moan left you, your hands gripping on his hair. "Yu-zuru~!"
He didn't answer, but a sultry slurp did give you an answer. As you were so occupied on the feeling of reaching your high the male had latched his lips onto your clit, sucking on it harshly as he kept his quick pace fucking your sex. Why wasn't he stopping...?
You desperately whined, trying to move away from him but his other hand kept you secure in your spot. "Stop moving, dear," He muttered against your cunt, the vibrations overstimulating you. "You wanted this, after all. And wouldn't I be a bad tutor if I didn't give you all I had?
#enstars#ensemble stars smut#enstars smut#ensemble stars#enstars x reader#ensemble stars x reader#yuzuru fushimi#yuzuru fushimi smut#yuzuru fushimi x reader#kinktober#day 27
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Day 27: "Is that a thong?"
Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings
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Kinktober Day 26 - Overstimulation
Gaz x Soap - 1.6k (on ao3)
summary: Johnny and Kyle get a little carried away on a night out. (Johnny POV)
cw: poly 141, public sex (they don't get caught by anyone else but ghost and price watch them), making out, teasing degradation, some super light puppy play (in the way ghost talks to soap and gaz)
note: i didn't notice until i finished but this is... not really overstimulation. but it's what you're getting! sorry (not really)
Soap’s always loved to make out with Gaz. He matches Soap’s energy perfectly, completely willing to pull when Johnny pushes, to bite back when he gets a bit worked up. Johnny’s so used to always being the more enthusiastic partner, having someone to match his energy is almost relieving.
It’s also addictive. Half the time they hook up, they never get any further than some heavy petting, instead just laying with each other and making out for hours on end. Sometimes they get off - clumsy hands, humping against each other’s hips or thighs or stomachs - but sometimes the act is just the kissing. It’s enough, with Gaz.
But sometimes it feels almost like too much.
Sitting in an old leather booth in a dive bar, Soap’s legs tangled with Kyle’s while they make out, it feels like too much. The music is so loud that it’s difficult to hear someone at your own table speaking, there’s a thick cloud of smoke floating over that smells suspiciously like weed, and Johnny can feel Ghost staring at them. (It doesn’t bother him - Ghost is the perfect voyeur to Soap’s exhibitionist.)
The constant presence of everything else floats away as Johnny’s tongue tangles with Kyle’s. The other man tastes like the tequila shots they’d taken, the taste passing from one mouth to the other. Where Soap is all nipping kisses, trying to stick his tongue as far down Gaz’s throat as he can, Gaz is focused on the touch of it all, hands wandering over Johnny’s chest while he tangles their tongue together.
Johnny hitches a leg over Kyle’s lap, so that his knee is pressed up against his half-hard cock, and his own length is pressed to Gaz’s side. When he wraps his arms around Kyle’s waist, the other’s going around his neck, they’re both in the perfect position to grind against each other.
And oh it feels good to grind against the hard muscle of Kyle’s side, to lean his weight onto the other man and feel himself tugged closer. Gaz whimpers into his mouth when Soap’s knee shifts further forward, his hips beginning to rock into the pressure.
“Jesus,” Soap hears Ghost murmur, the sound of his glass being set down loud despite all the noise. He can’t help but smirk into his kiss, feels Kyle reciprocate.
He spares a moment to glance over his shoulder at Simon, Gaz’s lips immediately going to his neck. “Jealous, sir?”
Ghost snorts, shaking his head dismissively as he crosses his arms. “Jealous of what, those sloppy kisses? Jealous of two pups humpin’ each other? I could have each of you ridin’ my boots with just a look, there’s nothin’ to be jealous of.”
Soap smirks, goes to bite out something about Ghost’s tone betraying him when Gaz grabs him by the nape of his neck, tugging their mouths back together.
“Gonna - get - us - in - trouble,” he whispers between nipping kisses, sharp spikes of pleasure-pain left against Johnny’s bottom lip, then the soothing stroke of his tongue. “Not lettin’ you take me down with you, MacTavish.”
Johnny’s laugh is a little loud for such close proximity, and Kyle presses their lips together to muffle him.
They stay like that for several long moments - humping each other, smiling into the kiss. They end up more bumping teeth and biting at each other than kissing, both lips stinging at the roughening treatment.
It’s fun to play with his fellow sergeant like this, to take knowing that Gaz will give. Ghost and Price are so commanding, always so in control of what’s happening, and Soap loves submitting to that but he also loves the reprieve of a casual kiss with Kyle.
His hips work a bit faster at Gaz’s hip as the low simmering in his gut grows warmer and warmer. The desire to get off is becoming a substantial need, driving him closer and closer to the other man. He levers himself up a bit more, so he’s fully sitting over Kyle’s thigh, and moves his arms up so he can scratch at the man’s back.
Gaz grunts, hips bucking up into Johnny’s knee as he arcs his back further into the sting of nails down his back. His arms stay around Soap’s neck, tugging him further down so there’s hardly an inch of space between their bodies.
It’s good to get off like this. A slow growing pleasure controlled only by them, no waiting (or begging) for permission, an orgasm controlled just by them. The freedom is rare, and Soap savors it as much as he savors the taste of Gaz’s tongue.
He doesn’t notice when Price comes back to the table with a fresh round of drinks, only clueing in to the man’s presence when he speaks.
“They’re still going at it?”
A grunt from Simon. “Think they’re almost finished.”
Price sighs, and Kyle and Johnny share a smile with each other. There’s nothing quite like putting out the Captain, and the casual way he had spoken leaves both of them even hornier.
Soap is the first to come, like he almost always is when he’s allowed to control his own orgasms. One is rarely enough for him with his sex drive as high as it is, and he already knows he’s got a few more in him as he gets himself off against Kyle.
His climax is slow, a building thing coming from his gut and moving through him in long waves. It hardly even feels like an orgasm, more like strong waves of pleasure that nearly bowl him over. If his boxers didn’t get uncomfortably wet, he might have thought he was just exceptionally horny.
But he shudders through the peak, panting into Gaz’s mouth and leaving the other man to do most of the work as he humped erratically, hips moving on instinct alone.
He has enough sense to know better than to leave Kyle hanging, so he lets his arms drop to the man’s waist and sneaks his hands up the white shirt he’d worn. He tries to press his knee further into Gaz’s movements, stroking over his chest.
It’s the pinch to his nipple that finally gets him, Soap’s short nails digging in and giving him just enough pain to get off. Johnny pulls back enough to watch Gaz’s eyes go wide, watch him bite his lip to hold back a moan (even though someone has surely noticed what they’re doing). Soap is quick to lean in and return Gaz’s favor from before, loving their lips together to quiet his moans.
Johnny recovers before Gaz does. Slowly but surely he starts to shift against the man’s thigh, his cock pushing uncomfortably at his now soaked underwear. There’s an element of humiliation that comes with humping your friend with cum filled boxers, and that only makes Johnny more eager.
“Soap,” Gaz moans, letting his forehead fall forward to Johnny’s forehead and trying to move his own hips away from the pressure Johnny’s hadn’t pulled away. “Too much, too soon.”
“Nah,” Soap pants, settling into a faster rhythm now, working himself up much more quickly. “Nah, c’mon, feels good.”
Gaz shakes his head, grunting. “No, mate, it’s- fuck, ouch, how are you not too sensitive?”
Johnny’s orgasm comes far quicker, like a tidal wave in the distance that he watches grow closer and closer. He’s nearly breathless as he falls forward a bit, giving more of his weight to Kyle and almost kneeling on top of his groin. “Feels, fuck, feels so good… you don’t wanna feel good too? Come on, mate.”
Johnny reaches down, pressing a hand roughly down on Kyle’s crotch. The other man yelps spine going straight as he tries to squirm away.
“Johnny! Stop, stop, that- ow, motherfucker!”
Soap would laugh if he wasn’t riding the edge himself, pressing his entire weight into Gaz’s body, hips working in quick little thrusts. He can feel himself throbbing, grits his teeth when he can practically taste the orgasm.
Gaz tries to get revenge by gripping Johnny’s cock through his pants with a (frankly unreasonably) tight hold, a sharp squeeze.
The jokes on him though - the spike of pain is what gets Johnny off.
He settles a bit more after the second orgasm, the cum becoming a truly horrendous discomfort in his boxers, but worth it for the pleasure cooling his bones. He slumps against Gaz until the other man shoves him off, legs shaking slightly.
“That was quite the show,” Price rumbles, and Soap smiles with his eyes still closed, basking. “Think everyone else enjoyed it?”
Ghost grunts. “How could they not? Two of them moanin’ like that, damn lucky we didn’t get kicked out.”
That startles a laugh from Soap, the playful degradation a pleasant familiarity from Ghost. He blinks open a bit blearily, makes eye contact with the masked man. “Couldn’t have been too loud, what with him tryin’ to suffocate me.”
Gaz makes an offended noise, kicking the side of Johnny’s leg. “Shut it. You nearly had me choking on your tongue.”
There are soft sounds of amusement from all of the men, and Price slides a try with four shot glasses towards the sergeants once they all calm.
“Your tequila, boys. Should give you enough energy for another show.”
Johnny can’t help but smirk when he and Kyle make eye-contact, both wearing matching expressions. If Price is already trying to get them drunk, it’s going to be a long night.
He grins as he downs the first shot, already looking forward to it.
#this was originally soapgaz x reader but the 2nd person stuff really wasn't happening idk why. sorry!#also sorry this is so short i really just cannot write right now#luckily 27 is queued up to go#kinktober 2023#soapgaz#gazsoap#soap x gaz#gaz x soap#john soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish x kyle gaz garrick#soap mactavish x gaz garrick#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic#kinktober day 26#kinktober
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#vfkinktober2023#day 27#kinktober 2023#iwtv#interview with the vampire#the vampire chronicles#tvc#vc#vampire chronicles#fandom event#fanart#fanfiction#writing event#prompt event#writing prompt#prompt list#anne rice#amc iwtv#iwtv amc#loustat#loumand#devil's minion
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who says a beej can't be soft? damn, i'm going to miss second person pov when kinktober is over! okay today's rec is a bit ironic because i know the prompt is vanilla sex & technically that was technically supposed to be the +1 (the wip is incomplete), but i would like for you to read chapter 2 of this 5+1 by calicojackofficial, where mickey has ian's soft cock in his mouth while ian plays video games. mickey's just on his knees, relaxed & i think about it all the time lol. HELP!
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day 27: vanilla / soft sex for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings
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There’s something different about the way his cock feels in your mouth tonight. It’s always heavy, solid, maybe even a little more than you can take. But now the weight feels comforting, like you could stay on your knees for him forever, opening your jaw as he pushes forward, swallowing him down like an anchor.
There’s something different about the way he’s looking down at you tonight. He’s always making heart eyes at you, blown-out, maybe even a little too close to love. But now his gaze makes your belly flip, like you could one day get there too.
#also in case anyone was wondering: i'm compiling all 31 recs for a huge rec list at the end of the month!#& if you weren't wondering.... uh.... i hope you like the list anyway?#day 27#catch up by clicking this tag ->#dirty drabbles#all drabbles all 100 words all experimental#no plans just fun 🖤👻#shameless#shameless fanfiction#gallavich kinktober 2022#kinktober 2022#ian x mickey#bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼
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Day 27: Room of Requirement
Summary: It's too bad the Room of Requirement can't give Sirius what he REALLY wants
Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
CW: drug use (marijuana), UST, unrequited love
Rating: M
Written for @hpkinktober
#HP Kinktober 2023#Day 27#Room of Requirement#Wolfstar#Sirius x Remus#Sirius Black#Remus Lupin#Mind the tags
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kinktober 2022 // day twenty-seven: the sensual world
prompt: stockings (courtesy of @the-purity-pen)
pairing: alex/jeff (like blood from a stone)
also on ao3 💋
happy birthday @teababe27 💜
He and I had known one another for a few years up to that point, and we had sat together in a few of our classes while we were in school together, and I had always seen him as a dark horse of sorts. He showed up to mine and Chuck’s wedding as a guest in the very back of the room, and if I recalled correctly, he and Larry were both at the very top of the guest list: he had practically begged the both of us to be at the wedding with everyone else. But then, like some kind of oddball joke, he had never spoke or socialized with everyone in that room. He had showed up with his own fiancé in Larry and the two of them lingered back there on the other side of the room: I had watched the two of them from the bridal table as I dug into my slice of cake. The both of them were wrapped up in their little cashmere jackets and their matching soft pants.
In fact, the two of them both struck me as rather soft, especially him. Especially Jeff.
I sat there at the bridal table with my big slice of marble cake before me, as well as a second plate left twice empty from my devouring the utterly delicious food that our catering had to offer, and I kept my eye fixated upon him and Larry.
They sat there at the back of the room with their slices of cake as well as glasses of sparkling apple cider, back there like a couple of birds perched upon a wire.
Jeff and I had gone to school and we had our inside moments, as well as the times in which we had seen each other in nearly intimate fashion, and yet, there was something missing. I yearned to know more about him, even as a newlywed with the knit yarmulke upon my head in lieu of my crown and the silver wedding band upon my left finger. I yearned to know more about the kid who threw out the words “death metal” and the whole world all but ran with it, including Chuck from Florida.
I sipped on my own glass of apple cider and gave my full belly a tender little pat before I stood to my feet.
I didn’t want it to seem as though I was about to impose upon them, especially since they both made themselves clear to the wedding party at large that they sat over there because they were friends to me and Chuck both and the food was utterly scrumptious.
Rather, I wanted to ease into it. To be close to them while making it look as though I was merely the newlywed socializing with his guests, as my new groom had taken it upon himself to do the exact same thing. I sat there all alone at the table with the food at my fingertips, and my dear Chuck had roamed about the floor all to chat up with everyone there, while my other dear Chuck had hidden himself away from there in the back part of the chapel.
I had made the rounds throughout the floor, around the tables and with my smile firmly plastered across my face for people like our old singer Zetro as well as the rest of Exodus, plus the kids of Death Angel, Vio-lence, and even Metallica had shown up, and they had weddings of their own in the coming days as well. Every so often, I raised my head just enough for a quick glimpse over at Jeff and Larry, and every single time, they seemed a little bit softer to me. Softer than normal, no less, as if someone had covered their entire heads and shoulders with some sort of hazy fuzz and they slid right out of a dream.
When I finally came within range of them over by Metallica’s table, I caught the sound of them sliding off of the bench there. When it seemed as though all Lars and James wanted to do was laugh each other up while Kirk and Cliff slow-danced with one another, I finally turned my attention back to the two of them once again, right as they had ducked around the corner into the hallway.
I knew that was my cue.
I held onto my yarmulke and took one last glimpse about the room to ensure no one paid attention to me. I then bowed into the hallway there after them: since the bathrooms were down that way, as far as I knew, they merely stepped away from the main room to the little boys’ room, and I was, as well. But at the end of the corridor stood a corner to the rest of the chapel, and I caught their voices once I was within a few feet from there.
I held my breath as I paid close attention to their voices tucked back around the corner.
Jeff whispered something and Larry giggled in response.
Careful not to make any noise with my feet, or the fact that I was very full of that warm, cooked food and cake, and all I wanted to do right then was lay down on the floor and take a nap, I crept closer to the corner, especially once Larry offered to show him something.
“I’ve got something for you, too,” Jeff told him in a low voice.
“Oh?”
Silence. Followed by the rustling of clothes.
“Whoa.”
“Yeah.”
I raised my eyebrows as I tried to picture as to what it could be.
I bowed my head to stifle a burp and I brought my hand to my mouth to further keep myself quiet.
Voices at the end of the hallway caught my attention: I turned my head and I was still within Metallica’s line of sight. As far as I knew, they had crawled into their rummed-up apple cider and called it a night, but that did not mean that they still could not see me there at the end of the hallway. I was in plain sight, with nothing more than my own jacket and the corner a mere few inches from my face to protect me. I took my yarmulke off of my head and held it right before me, lest anyone recognize me.
Without the yarmulke and my facing the other way while crouched down, I was just another long-haired boy there at the wedding reception. As far as anyone knew, I was merely another boy just tying his shoe.
“Come here,” I heard Jeff say to him in a low voice. I returned my attention to them, and all the while, I kept the yarmulke off of my head and I kept myself tucked behind the corner lest one of them catch me there. Then again, I was amazed that no one in the reception had said anything about my being missing from the bridal table as I remembered that the toast was about to take place.
But I paid close attention to those two boys tucked back there in the nook and I wondered what on Earth was happening there.
“Alex?”
I recognized Chuck’s voice well inside of the other room. I wrinkled my nose and I bowed my head at the sound as I wanted to know more about what was about to take place here. Moreover, I had eaten enough to where I hardly had the energy to stand up all the way. Either way, I was stuck. I had entrapped myself in between a rock and a hard place, between my marriage and my own innate curiosity.
Then again... was I wrong?
He called my name again and I knew that I had to go.
Maybe next time, fellas.
I stood to my feet, albeit with a bit of difficulty and I sauntered my way back to the mouth of the hallway. I surfaced from there with my yarmulke on my head once again and the warmth in my face as if nothing had happened back there.
I was still curious, however, especially since Jeff and Larry emerged from the hallway ten minutes after the toast had ended. One thing that caught my attention with them, right as Chuck and I engaged in our first dance as married men, was the fact that their hair seemed a lot more disheveled than before. Though the chapel wasn’t so much a place of worship, I couldn’t help but snicker at the idea of the two of them getting down with it in the back hallway of a church. Indeed, I snickered so much at the thought that I wound up sticking my knee right into Chuck’s crotch.
I could blame it on my very full stomach and the fact that I was sleepy from that as well as a long night before then, but I was still a kid to some people. I was barely eighteen, still very much a teenager who still had baby fat around his waist and still attended high school as if all was right in the world. My mind still wandered when no one asked questions. I still asked questions when there was silence, and I wanted to know what went down back there around that corner.
Though it would be some time before I suggested to Chuck that we invite Jeff and Larry over for dinner one Saturday evening, I knew that there was a way to uncover the answer without it seeming as though I had become such a little pervert with his soul bond to another guy named Chuck and an insatiable appetite for all that was delicious, and that was watching their every move when the three of us went off to school again. Lucky for me, the two of them sat next to me whilst in English class and I was able to catch their little glimpses to one another: though they were fleeting, I still managed to latch onto Jeff’s glimpses in particular.
The twinkles in his eyes. The way that he flipped that smooth, mousy hair back with the flick of two fingers. The fact that he seemed so soft, even precious, and yet I was the one who carried slightly more fat on his body, around the waist, the hips, and the thighs in particular. That smug smirk that was wider and more lopsided than mine: at least I had crooked teeth; how was this little fellow getting away with all of the crooked smiles without anything conspicuous inside that mouth of his?
During a lecture, I kept my chin propped up in the palm of my hand so I made it look as though I was paying close attention to the lesson of the day. But every so often, I looked over at him in the seat next to me, especially as he doodled in his journal the logo for their band together, Possessed.
It seemed rather daunting to me that I, Alex, the eighteen-year-old newlywed already had one album under his belt while the two of them had two albums under theirs.
Naturally, I envied them in their success, but at the same time, I couldn’t. I didn’t envy them. They were about to become royals themselves, and we all would live in harmony with one another as princes as we were in the sprawling land of the Bay Area. This particular corner of California did seem like a kingdom of sorts: California was oft referred to as “the Golden Empire” after all, and thus it made sense to me for all of us to become royalty.
But then, at one point, the very moment that our teacher’s back had turned towards us so as to scrawl something on the blackboard, two things happened.
The first thing was Larry passing a note over to Jeff, which I caught out of the corner of my eye, so that hardly counted as something. But I did notice it, however, in particular Jeff’s reaction to what he had written to him.
But the second thing was Jeff reaching his arms up over his head so as to stretch, and I caught a sliver of what appeared to be lacy mesh around his waist, something lacy and delicate underneath his shirt. It took me completely off guard, especially since it seemed as though neither he nor his fiancé paid any attention to me whatsoever, and I gazed on at him for the duration of his stretch. Though it was only a couple of seconds, it proved long enough for me to remember it, and more so since the teacher was the one who called on me.
“Mr. Skolnick!”
Startled, I turned my head in the other direction and swallowed down my own nervous sensations, though that would prove to be futile as my face grew warm from the sense of humiliation. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that both Jeff and Larry had their attention pointed at me from thence forth, and the both of them with those big wide smirks plastered across their faces.
At least I had some sort of way into it at that point, rather than eavesdropping. In a strange way, I had succeeded there, even if it meant that I had been caught with my pants down.
After class, and during our lunch break, I wondered if I had a way to control my desires. Only eighteen and yet I still felt as though I had so much left inside of me that I hadn’t tapped prior to the arrangement. There was the bond that I shared with Chuck from Florida, but the sight of the lace around Jeff’s waist woke up something in me.
I did. I had a whole well of lust left inside of me that I had neglected to open before, and then I saw him on the other side of the campus with Larry. As far as I knew, they were having a moment alone together as Larry leaned up against the fence with his arms up and Jeff stood right next to him with his hands tucked into his pockets, all to push down those skin-tight jeans that every single one of us wore, even when we all became royals; especially when we all became royals.
And yet, I figured that, if I was to explore myself a bit more, I would have to put the royalty on the backburner for the time being. Before I made my way over there, I took off my wedding band and I slipped it into my jean pocket: those skin-tight jeans and their snug pockets kept anything from falling out of hiding. I knew one of them was going to ask me about Chuck and the lack of silver on the other part of my body.
I adjusted the strap of my guitar case over my shoulder and I walked on over to them: since I was outside, I took advantage of the cool breeze that came in from the bay waters beyond there. My black curls drifted behind me and the small plume of silver at the very crown of my head stood strong and high against the golden light of the sun. I didn’t even need a crown upon my own head to know that I felt like such a prince at that very moment.
When I was halfway there, Larry laughed at something and then he stooped down for his bag, and he slung it over his shoulder.
When I came within earshot, Jeff mentioned something about a new Possessed album in the next year or so.
“That reminds me, I've got a meeting with the Mikes after fifth period,” Larry was saying. “I’ll catch you later, babe.” He gave him a kiss on the side of the neck and strolled away from there; no sooner had Larry left when I showed up there next to Jeff. I honestly could not have timed it better, a moment which in turn left me alone with the boy himself.
He turned to me and showed me a smile.
“Hey, you,” he greeted me.
“Hey,” I said. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear which, while under the wash of the sun, seemed to have this golden glow to it, the finest gold for the highest crown in all of the Bay Area.
As far as I knew, I had stumbled upon a mine of complete and utter fool’s gold, but I was certain about it. If it was fool’s gold, it would be mine, and I would be more than gracious to slip it into the tines of my crown. At least the crown would glitter more than it ever would before.
“It’s funny, it’s like we always see each other and yet we don’t really speak to one another,” he told me.
“Right?” I cracked him a smile. “I mean, you came to mine and Chuck’s wedding.”
“I wish Lar and I did more with you guys,” he confessed.
“I wish you did, too,” I said as I set my guitar case down on the grass and leaned the head of it up against the chain link fence. “You guys almost feel like our neighbors.”
“We kinda are your neighbors, Alex,” he told me, still with that wide smile on his round face.
“If we’re neighbors, you ought to lend us some sugar, Jeffski,” I said, and I tucked my thumbs into the belt loops of my jeans, all to accentuate the shape of my hips. He dropped his gaze to there as well as my left hand, to which he raised his eyebrows at me.
“What’re you looking for, boy?” he asked me.
“Some sugar for my coffee,” I told him as I stepped closer to him. I gave my hair a little toss back to bring more attention to my neck, and he shook his head at me.
“Alex, please,” he told me off, still with that big smirk plastered across his face. “You’re married. I'm not going to get down with a dude who’s married. And—” He raised his left hand to me to show me the slender stripe of gold around his ring finger, as well as the big red ring on his pinky. “I'm engaged, too.”
“Hey, be thankful that Chuck is my husband and not my wife, big boy,” I teased him, which brought a big jeer out of him.
“Oh, man, you’re saucy,” he told me. “You know, I like saucy.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. It's so hot.”
I stopped right in my tracks and I showed him my best lopsided little smile, complete with my crooked teeth.
“Besides, where is your coffee?” he asked me, and he lowered his voice to that low silken tone that up to this, I had been notorious for.
“Oh, you know—it's around.” I brought one hand up to the side of my head all to twirl a little tendril of hair around my index finger.
“What do you mean, ‘it’s around’?” he demanded with a knitting of his eyebrows; not one second did the smile leave his face.
“It’s around... you know.”
“No, I don’t.”
I showed him my tongue and he raised his eyebrows at that. The smile finally disappeared.
“Oh,” he blurted out. I inched closer to him: the two of us locked eyes with one another. I could feel the spark between us: indeed, I took a quick glimpse down at the crotch of his pants, and apparently, he felt the same way as me.
“Yeah.”
“Oh, no.”
“Yeah.” I kept my lips parted for him, all to get him going.
“Again, Alex—we’re both arranged into marriages. I don’t even know if this is allowed?”
With a quick glimpse, I brought my lips onto his, which caught him completely off guard.
“What, that?” I asked him, completely clueless.
He gasped at me and then shook his head at me.
“Okay, maybe that was the wrong move,” I told him with a raise of my finger. I gestured over to the guitar case next to me. “How ‘bout if I serenade you?”
He kept on shaking his head at me with his eyes wide and his face pale. He then bowed away from me without a second word.
I hardly had the energy to chase after him as I knew that I had made a horrible mistake.
Then again... was I wrong?
I wanted to experiment a bit while I was still a teenager, and thus, there was a part of me that still wondered if Jeff had any interest in me, especially since he never stopped smiling and he spoke in a very low voice all the while. He also showed me a little bit of interest back there: he never told me, “No” straight up to my face but he also hinted something else at me back there.
He liked “saucy”.
Maybe I was full of it, but that left me with the desire to know more, however. I wanted to know more even as the fifth period bell rang and I picked up my guitar case from the grass.
Nevertheless, I had to find my way back to him. When I returned home that day, I mentioned to Chuck that we ought to host a dinner party for both Jeff and his new fiancé Larry with us that weekend.
“Be a nice little change of pace for the both of us,” he decreed with a glass of wine and a fitting of more turquoise rings on his thick fingers.
“Exactly!” I exclaimed.
I had to wear my best once again, but that time around, it was going to be the four of us there in that big house: I had no idea where Joey had run off to, even though Chuck had made himself clear to him that he was more than welcome to join us in the whole affair.
I still wore my white silk shirt, which was a bit snug around the waist and the hips, as well as those crushed velvet black pants that accentuated the curvature of my hips as well as my ass and my thighs; I also brushed my hair to where the curls carried a slight frizz to them. If that wasn’t saucy, then I had run out of immediate options.
No sooner had I slashed a bit of cologne over my neck when the doorbell rang.
Our dinner party was about to begin.
Let the games begin, as they say.
I sat across from Jeff at the table with my shirt collar popped open to reveal most of my chest and my hair tousled over my right shoulder. He sat there ensconced in pitch-black corduroy and silver rings, and with his smooth light brown hair apparently made smoother from such hearty brushing: it sprawled over his shoulders and the upper part of his chest as if he had walked right out of Haight-Ashbury about twenty years ago.
In fact, Chuck made a comment about that at one point, about how Jeff and Larry both should have worn round John Lennon style glasses with violet and blue lenses to round out their ensembles.
These two hippies before us, both of them about to become royalty in their own rite somewhere down the line, never seemed more endearing to me. Indeed, no one said anything to me, and in particular about how my shirt collar was basically wide open to showcase my whole chest. If this took place at the wedding, I never would have heard the end of it.
Though uneventful, it was a rather lovely dinner, one filled with more apple cider, fresh homemade lasagna courtesy of our personal chef, green beans, and decadent homemade lemon meringue pie, the latter of which I took my time to eat up so I could keep the tines of my fork nestled in between my lips after every bite: the pie was also just delicious and utterly decadent. Jeff and I locked eyes at one point, and lucky for me, I had slipped the fork out from in between my teeth.
The tension was real as I looked deep into those eyes.
It was only recently I became aware of my own body and what it craved, and yet its power seemed so daunting all at the same time.
When I asked for a second slice of pie, Jeff was eager to excuse himself from the table and head out to somewhere else in the house. I sighed through my nose and indulged in that slice, but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted the sweetest pie right then.
I helped out with the clearing of the table and putting the food away, and when I noticed that Larry had crashed out on the comfy couch, I wondered where Jeff had wandered off to with himself.
I opened my shirt all the way and I went walking through the house as if I was on the lookout for a clean towel instead of him.
I walked past the back hallway when I spotted him there on the back porch with his back to the doorway: the setting sun caressed over the crown of his head to bestow that golden glow yet again.
He sat there all by himself and I wondered if I had anything to do with it.
I couldn’t help it: I naturally gravitated towards my own arrogance, set in my own ways and without a second thought as to whom I took down with me. If nothing else, I had to least check up on him and make things right between us. I was the one who came on strong, after all, with that kiss on the grass the other day.
With my otherwise flat belly slightly distended out in the open and the tartness of the lemon still riddled in the back of my mouth, I strode down the hall with my hands tucked inside of my pockets. When I reached the doorway and the little nook right next to it, he turned around to face me.
“Hey,” he greeted me, that time in a flatter tone of voice.
“Hey, listen—” I stood next to him there on the step. “I didn’t mean to upset you or anything the other day with that kiss.”
“No, no, it’s okay,” he assured me: he squinted his eyes as he gazed up at me. “I guess it just—surprised me is all.”
“I am all about surprises,” I told him.
“Is that why your gut’s hanging out like that?” he teased me with a gesture to my waist. I nudged the sides of my shirt out of the way and I set a hand right over my belly button.
“Nah. It just feels really good against the bare skin. I don’t live at my parents’ house anymore so I can be as bare-chested as I want to be, even when I'm not on stage.”
“You know what else feels really good?” He stood to his feet and peeled off that corduroy shirt.
Then, just like that. I understood why he seemed so soft to me. I also understood what went down around the corner in the chapel.
This whole entire time, he wore one of those lacy body stockings that fit close to the body: the lace spread over his chest and his arms, and the neckline plunged low below his collar bones and the fine lines of his neck. I raised my eyebrows at him as he dropped trou and I realized that it was in fact the real thing. He had been wearing a stocking this whole entire time and never said a word about it to anyone, other than perhaps Larry because they were engaged.
But I figured because I had kissed him, an open-lipped kiss no less right on the mouth by surprise, he was showing it to me now.
“Holy shit, dude,” I blurted out. He flung his shirt into the nook off to the side there and then he set his hands upon his hips: though he lacked the curves of a woman, he still showed off to me as if he did. And I could feel myself rising up at the mere sight of him.
And I could see that he was treating me to the same thing through the slit between his legs.
“Yeah. Yeah, you like this, don’t you?”
“That’s got no crotch on it!” I proclaimed, stunned.
“That’s the point,” he assured me, and he flashed me that little wide-lipped smirk again. He stepped out from his pants and he picked them up from the concrete step, and he tossed them into the same nook.
The thing had no crotch plus there was a cutout over his bare ass cheeks, too.
“It’s got no ass, either!” I added.
“Again, that’s the point!” he assured me once again, and once again with a bout of laughter.
I swallowed and I backed up towards the wall. Jeff lingered close to me.
“Get your just desserts, big boy,” he teased me as he pressed his body against my own. I swore that I was going to come right in my nice pants as he ran his fingers down my chest.
His body had been ensconced in corduroy as well as lace, and I was there for it.
I set my hand on the small of his back. I could feel it through the lace, that odd warm tingling sensation that I had only ever felt with Chuck from Florida before then.
He showed me his tongue and I parted my lips for him.
I closed my eyes and he brought his lips to the side of my neck. The side of my neck down to my collar bones, followed by chest. He nudged my shirt out of the way so he could place his lips onto my nipple, which tickled me. I curled my toes at the feeling, especially when he ran his tongue over that dark skin.
He brought his lips down my chest onto my stomach: the soft feeling of his lips there gave me such a silky soft feeling inside after all that I had eaten over the course of dinner.
He was doing it to me but I had done it unto him first.
I dropped down to my knees and I put my lips around him. Though the lemon flavor lined the back of my mouth, I was eager to taste him yet again. I gazed up at him and we once again locked eyes.
The lace was driving me insane. I wanted him to screw me silly right there on the back doorstep, right behind our grooms’ backs.
“Please...” I beseeched in between laps of my tongue on his shaft. “Please.”
“Please?” he taunted me.
“Please—let's do it. Right here.”
“Outside?” He gaped at me. I brought my mouth out of there and I showed him my tongue as well as the blush on my face.
“What would the neighbors think?”
“They won’t care,” I assured him. “Especially not with an ass like that surrounded by lace like this.”
I turned my head to the hallway next to us.
“Tell you what—” I leaned over onto the carpet and I dropped down onto my hands and knees like the filthy dog I was. I opened my jeans for him and he was eager to pull them off of me. He held onto my hips and slipped right in, completely dry.
I was in heaven.
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling all for him. For that split second, I forgot about the royalty as well as the marriage as well as his marriage to be in the future. It was merely me and him, and a fine layer of lace to tie us together.
He blew his load right on my ass: not even a few seconds after, I let go of my load, right onto the floor underneath me.
“Oh, shit,” he chuckled, out of breath.
“It’s okay,” I assured him with a toss of my head. “That’s what secrets are for—especially in the realm of royalty.” I glanced back at him and flashed him a big wink at that.
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Diana Burnwood has to work on her day off, and Agent 47 is a good boyfriend. So good, in fact, that Diana decides he deserves a reward.
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Kinktober 2022 - Day 27
Day 27 of Kinktober
Kink: Mirror Sex
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Clint Barton x OFC (Brielle)
Words: 1056
T.W.: N/A
Summary: Let me watch you
Clint has had his fair share of one-night stands and affairs in the past, but none like her. Brielle was from a different breed, she knew what she liked but wasn’t afraid to try new things. She was the first woman to pass the “one-night only” rule. They’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now, strictly for sex, and it didn’t show any signs of ending any time soon.
He was constantly trying to find new things to try with Brielle and his latest idea came from an unlikely source, Vision. He was going to suggest to Brielle they should try doing sex in front of a mirror. How he didn’t remember that sooner was beyond him, but now wasn’t the time to think about how the idea came to be but to put it in motion.
Brielle arrived at the Avengers Tower, a little after 10pm. She had a rough day and sex with Clint was just what she needed to release some of the stress. She knew he would have come up with something new to try that night and she certainly didn’t mind. Anything to help forget the day she just had.
She knocked on the door and Jarvis let her in. Clint met her in the living room and he already had that mischievous smirk on his lips. She knew she was in for a good night.
- “Hey, beautiful.”
- “Hey. So, what do you have planned for tonight?”
- “Really? Not even an ‘how was your day?’? I’m hurt.” – Clint answered sarcastically. He knew that she wasn’t one to lose time with chit-chat. That was one of the reasons why he was so willing to break his rule.
- “Are you really? ‘Cause if I remember correctly, you hate chit-chat.”
- “Okay, fine. You’re right, I’m not and I have something new for us tonight.”
- “Wouldn’t expect anything else from you, Mr. Barton.”
Clint grabbed her hand and guided her towards his bedroom, where a 6ft mirror was already set up at the end of the bed. He looked back at her, waiting for her reaction to the mirror, when he saw a knowing smirk appear on her lips. She knew what that was for.
- “Let me guess, you want to have sex in front of the mirror.”
- “What do you think?”
- “I’m in.” – Just the thought of having sex in front of that mirror was already making her hot. She took a few steps towards Clint and started to take off her clothes very slowly. She knew how much that turned him on and she could see that it was working.
Clint saw her getting closer and closer to him, losing pieces of clothing each step she took. As the clothing hits the floor behind her, he could feel himself getting harder and harder. She definitely knew how to turn him on. With a quick movement, he grabbed her and kissed her, tangling his fingers in her long, brown hair, pulling it just enough for her to gasp and allow him entrance on her mouth.
The remaining of the clothes were quickly discarded to the floor. Clint picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, and laid her in his bed. Trailing soft kisses down her neck and chest made her moan, while his hands rubbed her body up and down. He took one hand further south and started playing with her clit. The moans coming from her were making him even harder. The way she moaned his name was driving him crazy.
Clint kept rubbing her clit and put two fingers inside her. Thrusting them in and out made her moan even louder. He could feel her clench around his fingers every time he would push them inside. She was a moaning mess by then.
- “God, Clint, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m almost there.”
Clint kept going, faster than before. He wanted to feel her come. Soon she started to clench around his fingers and came on his hand. A soft moan escaped her lips when she was done. He decided that that was a good time to put on a condom, letting her catch her breath in the process.
Brielle was still coming down from her high when she felt Clint grabbing her hips and turning her towards the mirror.
- “Get on all fours.” – He whispered in her ear and she was more than happy to comply. Clint was well doted and, in that position, she could feel him completely. It was definitely her favorite position. Brielle turned towards the mirror and got on all fours. She could feel him align himself with her entrance and through the mirror she could see the look of pure desire on his face.
Clint pushed himself inside her, slowly at first, feeling her around his cock, how wet and hot she was. One final push and he was all in, filling her up and touching her core. He could see the look of pleasure on her face and that made him thrust inside her again. He was starting slow, he wanted to take his time enjoying being inside her and make her moan, but if she kept moving her hips the way she was doing, he knew he wasn’t gonna last long.
Brielle was loving the way he was pushing himself slowly inside her but she wanted more. She needed more. So, she started moving her hips and she could feel his cock twitching inside her. She could see the way he was focusing so hard not to lose it, but she knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer.
He lost it. Clint started thrusting in and out, faster and harder than ever before.
- “Fuck, Clint. Don’t stop. That feels so good.”
- “You like it like this, hum? Good to know.”
- “God, Clint. You’re fucking me to the core. Keep going. God, just keep going.”
- “Fuck, Brielle. I can’t hold it anymore. Come with me. Fuck, your pussy is so fucking perfect.”
- “Clint, I’m coming. I’m coming.” – And that was his cue. He could see the look of cheerful pleasure on her face, the same he had on his. That made them come even harder. They both came down from their highs only to fall on the bed breathless.
“Yeah, this mirror thing was definitely a good idea.”
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. . • ☆ . ° .• ° kinktober masterlist
31 days of smut let’s get it °:. *₊ ° . ☆.
please read the warnings for each chapter!!
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☆ day 1 ~ taehyung: breeding kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, breeding kink, baby talk (but no actual kids because yuck)
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☆ day 2 ~ : jimin: pet play
tags/ warnings: pwp, pet play, ass play, fingering of both holes, butt plugs, mild dumbification
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☆ day 3 ~ jungkook: thigh riding
tags/ warnings: pwp, thigh riding, cumming untouched, implied use of recreational drugs (weed)
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☆ day 4 ~ hoseok: somnophilia
tags/ warnings: pwp, somnophilia, consensual drugging, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex
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☆ day 5 ~ yoongi: praise kink
tags/warnings: pwp, oral (m. receiving), praise kink, vaginal fingering, cum swallowing
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☆ day 6 ~seokjin: corruption kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, corruption kink, he’s a little condescending too, just jin teaching you how to touch yourself?, fingering, cumming untouched
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☆ day 7 ~ namjoon: double penetration
tags/ warnings: pwp, use of a dildo (the ones that have a hole for fake cum), double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie x2 ?, squirting
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☆ day 8 ~ jungkook: size kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, size kink, he’s hung okay? whatever you’re thinking make it bigger— he has a fat cock, belly bulge
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 9 ~ taehyung: watersports
tags/ warnings: pwp, watersports (pee), cumming untouched, literally wet and messy
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 10 ~ jimin: cock warming
tags/warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 11 ~ hoseok: oral fixation
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingers in mouth!!!! (lets gooo), oral (m. receiving), cum swallowing, subspace, condescending dom hoseok!!! (lets gooooooo!!!)
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 12 ~ yoongi: overstimulation
tags/ warnings: pwp, vibrator, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, minor oral? (f. receiving), unprotected sex
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 13 ~ seokjin: creampie
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, creampie, cum kink, lil spanking action
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 14 ~ namjoon: face sitting
tags/ warnings: pwp, touched on insecurities, face sitting, namjoon’s a munch, grinding, pleasure dom joon
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 15 ~ jungkook: fingering
tags/ warnings: pwp, fingering, a singular slap to the pussy, squirting, cumming untouched, cum swallowing? sort of? cum is ingested basically, all very lighthearted and fun
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 16 ~ taehyung: spit kink
tags/ warnings: pwp, spitting in a mouth (yum?), wet and messy, unprotected sex, creampie
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 17 ~ jimin: mirror sex
tags/ warnings: pwp, unprotected sex, fingering, exhibitionism? kinda, they just fuck in a public gym, the panties stayed on, finger in mouth !!!!
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───
☆ day 18 ~ hoseok: squirting
☆ day 19 ~ yoongi: free use
☆ day 20 ~ seokjin: spanking
☆ day 21 ~ namjoon: voyeurism
☆ day 22 ~ jungkook: exhibitionism
☆ day 23 ~ taehyung: knotted dildo
☆ day 24 ~ jimin: role play
☆ day 25 ~ hoseok: primal play
☆ day 26 ~ yoongi: shibari
☆ day 27 ~ seokjin: vibrator
☆ day 28 ~ namjoon: cum stuffing
☆ day 29 ~ jungkook: pantie kink
☆ day 30 ~ taehyung: belly bulge
☆ day 31 ~ yoongi: mask kink
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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
hello my loves 🥀 last year was quite fun, wasn’t it? now, lets get into it once more, yet this time even better! enjoy. ♡
𖧡 please note the following, some of those works may contain triggering content and kinks that might not be for you, do not click on something you aren't comfortable with, much love.
𖧡 links: main masterlist | ao3
𖧡 status: completed!
♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ kinktober masterlist.
𖧡 important: the characters will be added on each day. + this year i will switch between headcanons but also whole written fics and so on. characters will vary each day.
𖧡 since star rail doesn't have many characters it'll be for every other day that i felt they fit in but don't be surprised if i end up posting both fandoms on days where only genshin was planned, i’m going with the flow and i know myself, i will definitely get an idea for a star rail character with the kink and then just post both fandoms and add it onto the masterlist.
1. october ♰ size kink
genshin impact— alhaitham, wriothesley
honkai star rail— jing yuan, luocha
2. october ♰ cunnilingus
genshin impact— heizou, venti, scaramouche, xiao
3. october ♰ bimbofication
genshin impact— ayato, childe
honkai star rail— luka, blade
4. october ♰ knife kink
genshin impact— dottore & pantalone
5. october ♰ aphrodisiacs
genshin impact— tighnari, kazuha
honkai star rail— sampo, jing yuan
6. october ♰ blow job, deepthroating
genshin impact— lyney, kaveh, kaeya, neuvillette
7. october ♰ monsterfucking & dragon cock
genshin impact— zhongli, neuvillette
honkai star rail— dan heng
8. october ♰ doggy / ass lovers
genshin impact— diluc, albedo, cyno, scaramouche
9. october ♰ threesome
genshin impact— neuvillette & wriothesley
honkai star rail— blade & jing yuan
10. october ♰ exhibitionism
genshin impact— itto, childe, xiao, dainsleif
11. october ♰ breeding
genshin impact— wriothesley, zhongli, thoma, ayato
12. october ♰ cockwarming
genshin impact— heizou, alhaitham, baizhu
honkai star rail— blade, gepard
13. october ♰ biting/marking
genshin impact— kaveh, kazuha, cyno, venti
14. october ♰ yandere corruption
genshin impact— lyney, albedo
honkai star rail— dan heng, jing yuan
15. october ♰ bondage
genshin impact— kaeya, diluc
honkai star rail— luka, blade
16. october ♰ dumbification
genshin impact— tighnari, dottore, scaramouche, childe
17. october ♰ virginity loss
genshin impact— neuvillette, heizou, wriothesley
honkai star rail— blade, jing yuan
18. october ♰ overstimulation
genshin impact— gorou, lyney, alhaitham, kazuha
19. october ♰ edging
genshin impact— zhongli, xiao, ayato
honkai star rail— welt, dan heng
20. october ♰ dacryphilia
genshin impact— neuvillette, diluc, baizhu
honkai star rail— blade, argenti
21. october ♰ jealousy
genshin impact— alhaitham, thoma, scaramouche, wriothesley
22. october ♰ mirror syx
genshin impact— cyno, kaeya, childe
honkai star rail— gepard, jing yuan
23. october ♰ squirting
genshin impact— ayato, kaveh, tighnari, pantalone
24. october ♰ brat taming
genshin impact— kazuha, alhaitham
honkai star rail— welt, dan heng
25. october ♰ orgasm denial
genshin impact— diluc, lyney, albedo, thoma
26. october ♰ degradation
genshin impact— scaramouche, dottore, pantalone
honkai star rail— jing yuan, luocha
27. october ♰ praising
genshin impact— neuvillette, dainsleif, xiao, zhongli
28. october ♰ vampire au
genshin impact— diluc
28. october bonus ♰ bodyguard au
genshin impact— wriothesley
29. october ♰ nipple play
genshin impact— neuvillette, childe, kazuha, heizou
honkai star rail— sampo, blade
30. october ♰ hate syx
genshin impact— wriothesley, ayato, scaramouche, alhaitham
31. october ♰ drunk syx
genshin impact— kazuha, venti
honkai star rail— dan heng, jing yuan
1. bonus ♰ power imbalance
genshin impact — neuvillette, ayato, dottore, alhaitham
2. bonus ♰ cock worship
genshin impact — wriothesley, heizou, scaramouche, neuvillette
3. bonus ♰ body worship
genshin impact — diluc, zhongli, childe, alhaitham
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#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#hsr smut#honkai star rail smut#blade smut#neuvillette x reader#neuvillette smut#kazuha smut#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#jing yuan smut#dan heng smut#wriothesley smut#alhaitham smut#diluc smut#heizou smut
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