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minimac-mspl · 20 hours

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Field inspection

1) Visual Inspection of Oil in a Sample Bottle:

Colour: wrong or mixed oil, photo-catalytic reaction, oxidation and thermal degradation, soot, chemical contamination

Emulsions and Cloudiness: haze to buttermilk, cuff, stable or unstable, additive floc, salt, air, glycol

Free Water: colour, speed of separation, level

Sediments – colour: amber, black, translucent, settling rate, density and particle size, laser through the bottle

2) Using Oil Colour as a Field Test:

You can check the colour of the oil sample with the help of an oil change colour gauge by using glass or PET plastic bottles

Without a gauge, you can compare the sample with a new oil sample and observe the colour, if you find that colour of the oil is milky or dark, then check the contamination & moisture in oil with the help of an Oil testing kit

3) Moisture Detection by Vision:

Visual inspection

Transparent container

Use comparators and good lighting, laser pointer is also effective

Hazy to milky appearance may indicate water emulsion

4) Routine Inspection of Sight Glasses in Oil Analysis:

Change in oil level – up or down, sudden and significant changes are serious

Sight glass foaming

Oil colour, darkening, turbidity, etc.

BS& W bowl shows oxidised oil

Use a blue pen-light for checking the oil level and quality insight glasses

5) Other Audible Inspection:

Gearing – A singing gear is a happy gear, usually, it means it is one that is hitting

Hydraulics – High metallic sounds from pumps means there is water in oils

Marbles on the tin roof mean cavitation

6) Using your Sense of Touch:

Lube: Oils should feel slippery, not clingy. Greases should feel buttery, not stringy or lumpy - Grease consistency can be estimated manually with a butter knife, you can tell the difference between #2 and #3

Contaminants – Sludge: hard, pasty, sticky - Particles / Sediments - Filter debris

7) Using Oil Odour as a Field Test:

Purpose quickly detect odour – Producing changes in an oil’s chemistry and constituents. For best results with scenting, use comparators for examples, bottles of new oil, oxidised oil, burnt oil, diesel contaminated oil, etc.

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blogdays · 11 months

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kingofthe-egirls · 11 months

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MONSTER TRIO x Y/N (part 2)

brothel au

(part 1)

Requested by @partyanimal167

(a/n: sw, foursome, fingering, vaginal sex, anal sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, gay sex, marijuana)

Summary: A continuation of Y/N’s first time at the esteemed pirate-brothel, named Lavender Gardens.

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You're sandwiched in bed between three hot, muscular men. One is at your ear, licking playfully (Sanji), another is molding your tits in his hands in front of you (Zoro), and the other is sliding his thick fingers along your clit (Luffy).

You gasp.

Your pussy clenches around nothing as Luffy fingers you, his grinning face inches from your own. He rests his chin on your shoulder, and whines. "Can I put it inside you?" He asks breathily, and you nod. Slowly, he pushes in two digits at the same time. You stiffen at the feeling, tensing under the other two's ministrations. Sanji nips at your ear.

"Easy, Luff. She's not warmed up yet."

"She's plenty wet," Luffy huskily replies. He starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you hitch a breath. Sanji grabs your ass, squeezing the flesh hard.

"Is that so?" He murmurs, letting his own hand explore your folds. His fingertips move gracefully around where Luffy is fingerfucking you, contorting his wrist to nip at your clit. Zoro sits up in front of you, and gently takes your face in his hands. He kisses you, hard.

"D'ya like that?" He asks, his teeth around your bottom lip. You whine, nodding softly as Luffy and Sanji pleasure you. Sanji's fingers dance around your puckered hole, behind where Luffy's still playing with your pussy.

"Is that alright, darling?" He asks, "Would you like your holes filled?"

Your pussy clamps down hard around Luffy's fingers--now three inside you at once--and he gasps. "Yeahhh," he giggles, voice raspy, "I think she likes that."

"Let's not deny her, then," Sanji growls, and gets up to open the dresser for lube. Luffy grins in your ear.

"I like you," he whispers, and speedily goes back to rubbing your clit. You moan, arching your back in pleasure.

"Can I lay down?" You ask, naked and hot beneath their movements. Sanji comes back to kneel on the bed, bottle of oil in hand. He puffs up some pillows for you to lie back on. Zoro scoots over, and opens his arms for you to rest against his chest. His body is warm, achingly so, and his arms are buff where they rest around you. He lazily plucks on your sensitive nipples.

"Excited?" He asks you, mouth pressed against your temple. Sheepish, you nod. Your face feels hot, and your legs are trembling.

"Nervous, too," you admit, as Luffy positions his face between your legs. You squeak, twitching a little as his breath ghosts over your inner thigh. It's squishy, with cellulite, and he places love bites along it on the way to your pussy. You squirm, held tight in Zoro's arms. "I-it's been a while since I've gotten laid."

"Well, perfect timing," he replies, and gently removes the sparkling kanzashi from your hair, letting it tumble down to your waist. He runs his fingers through it gently. "Pretty," he murmurs, and you flush. Luffy's face is at your core, lips positioned just above your aching heat. You need him, now.

"Please?" You ask, voice breathy, as heat churns in your gut. You've never felt this way before, this...this aching. Butterflies cry in your stomach, fluttering around fiercely. You imagine them red, and blue, and emerald green. You turn to press a kiss to Zoro's cheek.

Luffy's tongue flicks against your entrance.

"Tastes good," he mutters, before diving in facefirst. He laps at your clit, running his tongue over and over it in figure eights. His fingers come up to reclaim their rightful place inside you, pumping furiously as he licks at you like a dying man. You groan, arching into Zoro's chest where his hands grip your tits, keeping you in place. His own hard cock twitches against his abdomen, and you reach down to take it in one hand.

"Fuck," you say, surprised at his girth. Zoro's cock is heavy, thick as dynamite, with a light brown tip. Your fingers can't wrap all the way around it. He groans into your touch, and you turn your head to see his eye flutter shut. His cheeks are dusted amber-pink. Like a sunset, you think.

Luffy mutters something under his breath, nose still pressed against your pubic bone. His lips are latched around your clit, sucking hard. He crooks his fingers up a notch.

You cum.

Unbidden and unburdened, you spasm around Luffy's efforts. A loud moan escapes you, as you arch off Zoro's chest, his arms letting you go. You bury your hands in Luffy's raven hair, keeping him close to you. He grunts in approval, not stopping his efforts as he steers you through the waves. Like a pilot, steering a ship homeward.

Homeward, with them.

"I love it here," you breathe out, your shudders coming down in waves. Eventually, Luffy pulls out. You moan at the loss of touch.

He grins, "Don't worry," he turns to Sanji to grab the lube. "We won't leave you empty for long." He pours the crystal-clear oil onto his fingers, and you smell coconut. He flashes his eyes back up to you, wicked. He smears the lube across his cock. "Want me yet?"

"Of course!" You exclaim, sitting up to spread your legs. Zoro sits up too, repositioning on the bed. He bends forward, crawling on all fours to take Sanji's hard cock in his mouth. The blond moans, head falling back in pleasure. He runs both hands through Zoro's mossy hair.

Luffy kneels in front of you, pumping his own dick in his hand. It shines from the lube, bronze cockhead disappearing in and out of his fist. "Ready for me?" He cocks an eyebrow. You nod.

"Ready."

Slowly, he pushes in. You're already wet and stretched out from his fingers, so the press of his cock only ever feels like heaven. His eyes roll back in his head. "Fuuuuuck," he drawls out. His hips stutter, and his hands come shaky to rest on your tits. He plays with them, trembling. "C-can I--," he swallows, sweat forming on his brow, "Can I start moving?"

You hook your ankles around his waist, pulling him in. "Please," you whisper, "I need it."

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The bed creaks as he thrusts into you, pants heavy and hot on your shoulder as he ruts into you. The lamplight flickers from the bedside tables, casting orange shadows on his face. He turns to plant a messy kiss to your cheek. "Feels good, right baby?" He asks. "Wanna hear you cum," he moans, burying his face in your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you grip his silken hair in both hands.

"Y-Yes," you moan, voice pitchy, "Please keep going--!"

He ruts into you faster, propping up on his elbows so he can get better leverage. He angles his hips up, pistoning in and out of you and right up against your g-spot. Fireworks dance behind your eyelids. "Fuck!" You scream, pitching forward with your spine seizing up. Luffy giggles, and redoubles his efforts.

No one's ever fucked you this fast, before.

"H-holy shit, Luffy--," you pant, "I'm cumming--!"

"That's my girl," he roughly pounds into you, voice proud and dominant, "That's my good girl."

His dirty words send another jolt through you, and you shudder on his cock. You pant through your orgasm, sweat pouring down your temples. Your tits are hot, nipples tingling. Your legs shake around Luffy's thick torso.

He slows his pace.

"S'alright?" He asks, slowly pumping in and out of you as you come down. You nod, sitting up so he can pull out of you. You swallow, throat dry.

"Water?" You croak.

Luffy nods, reaching off the bed to pour water from a pitcher into a glass. There's a small silver tray with a crystal decanter, along with a porcelain dish adorned with a half-smoked blunt. You giggle.

"Smoke much?" You ask, eyeing Luffy as he hands you the glass. He grins, sheepish, and scratches the back of his head.

"Shishishi," he laughs, eyes crinkling shut. Holy shit, you think, that's the best laugh you've ever seen. The boy oozes charm, and comfortability. You can't help but feel at ease with him.

Luffy plops down next to you, his own glass in hand. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close into his chest. "Let's cuddle," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "I like you."

"I like you too," you respond quietly, cheeks warm. You don't want to overstep your boundaries, though you hope his sentiments are truthful. "Did you have fun?" You ask, meeting his gaze with doe eyes. Your whole body has gone soft, pliable, and you sink into the warmth of his chest. You sip your water thoughtfully.

"Mhmm," he nods happily, tightening his arm around your shoulders. His hand idly goes to stroke his own cock, still half-hard. Sanji and Zoro are at the foot of the bed, pleasuring each other. You blush, and see Luffy's grin turn wicked as he side-eyes you. "Wanna watch?"

Blankly, you nod.

Both you and Luffy sip from your crystalline glasses, slowly cooling down from your intense session. Luffy strokes his cock with a loose fist, more just enjoying the sensation than trying to get off. He probably has a lot of sex (and orgasms) throughout his day, so you don't really mind. You're too overstimulated to keep going, anyway. You curl your legs up to your chest, setting your empty water glass back down on the tray. A diamond droplet falls from the side and onto your fingers, plinking onto the porcelain dish with Luffy's discarded weed.

He leans over you to pluck the joint off the tray, along with a heavy brass lighter with a skull and crossbones emblazoned on the front. He flicks it on, and takes a long pull with his eyes closed. Zoro moans softly, and you turn back to look at where he's half-buried inside Sanji's hole.

Your eyes widen, having never been this close to two men fucking before. Their bodies are light, athletic, and shining with sweat. Sanji is bent over on all fours, his fist between his legs to slowly jerk himself off. Zoro's thrusts are lazy but powerful, keeping a steady rhythm. Both their faces are flushed.

Sanji's voice is raspy as he repeats his coworker's name, over and over again. With a grunt, Zoro cums.

"Fuck--," Sanji moans out, following behind him with swift, thick ropes of white hot cum shooting out onto the bed. Luffy groans.

"Guys, I just washed that!!!"

You burst out a laugh. You can't help it. The tension having been released from the room, your shoulders relax completely, and you squeal in delight against Luffy's chest.

"This is so fun!" You gasp, turning your face into Luffy's pectoral muscle. He has a bright scar along his chest, marking an X over his solar plexus. You land a kiss on it, fiercely. "I have to come back."

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Epilogue:

Luffy leans over the counter in front of Lavender-sama, where she's peering through her reading glasses at a stack of papers. Her hair is pinned back on one side, revealing an ear and the diamond teardrop that dangles from it, sparkling at the side of her face. Her gold finger guards are placed carefully on her desk, next to a feather pen. She flicks sharp eyes up at him.

"No."

Luffy groans, slumping forward over the counter of her office. "Ya didn't even hear what I hafta say yet!" He melts like rubber into the marble surface. She snorts.

"Don't have to," she says, regarding him over the top of her crystalline glasses. She ticks an eyebrow. "You have a crush on her, don't you?"

Luffy stiffens. He stares at the madame, eyes blown. "How'd ya know, Laven-sama??"

She clicks her tongue, and sets down the paper she'd been holding. Her hands spread delicately across it, small fingers spread wide. She shakes her head, then smiles. Her lips are painted like coral.

"You only ever dance for clients, Luffy. Let alone fuck them."

He blushes, face beet red. "But--um...," he stutters, at a loss for words. He hadn't meant to fuck her, truly. She'd just been so...hot.

He'd spotted her across the bar, from where he'd been giving an older gentleman a lap dance. As soon as the song ended, and he'd collected his tip, he dashed over to get to her as soon as possible. There was no way he was gonna let Zoro take her first.

The threesome had been new for him, too, but he'd liked it. He'd done shows with both Zoro and Sanji before, so it's not like he'd been uncomfortable. He's usually pretty open about sex, anyway. But Laven-sama was right: Luffy only ever danced for the clients in his room. He sucks in his cheeks, chewing on his thoughts.

"Think she'll come back?" He asks quietly.

Lavender-sama's eyes soften. They twinkle violet in the rainbow lamplight. She sighs, and turns back to her paperwork.

"I hope so...for both our sakes."

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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iFall For Harry

Part Two to this request!

Summary: Turns out, the stranger in your phone is kind of funny...

...and kind of sexy, too.

Oh, my god.

Harry, did you hear the news?

It takes exactly three and a half minutes for those familiar little bubbles to pop up.

Well hello to you, too.

No, what happened?

You struggle to contain a rather giddy grin as you begin to type, A cheese factory exploded in France!

Wait, really? Shit, what happened?

I don’t know. But all that was left was…de brie.

Exactly sixty seconds pass before he begins to type.

Fuck.

I think I just snorted.

That was…goddammit that was good.

You don’t even know what he looks like, but you chuckle at the idea of him laughing so hard he can’t help but snort.

Thank you, thank you.

Took me two weeks to come up with that.

I’m impressed.

Little offended, too.

Oh? Your heart sinks.

Yeah.

Kept me on the edge of my seat for two fucking weeks wondering if I’d hear from you again.

Shit.

You smirk to yourself as you flop down onto your sofa and think through a response.

Hey, it takes two to tango, pal. You could have texted me, too.

The bubbles make your heart pound.

Alright, that’s fair.

In my defense, I didn’t have any more cheese puns.

Oh, is that all this is, then?

You just use me for dad jokes?

Psh, nooooooo…

Then, another text.

Although, the jokes do make my days…cheddar.

You laugh a little louder, suddenly very aware of the flush in your face over some stranger in your phone.

No, wait. How do I erase a text?

I hated that.

Seriously, how do I make it go away?

My failure is staring me in the face, and I hate it.

You giggle under your breath.

Easy, Grandpa.

Relax, just press down until the options pop up.

The conversation goes quiet for a brief moment before you watch his previous text vanish from the screen with a dramatic, poof!

Then, he begins typing again.

Hold on…

Did you just call me Grandpa?

…psh, noooooooo

Oh, so that’s how it is?

That’s how it is.

Wow, and we had such a nice thing going, too.

To be fair, you never told me your age, and you don’t even know how to delete a text.

What am I supposed to think?

First of all: rude.

Respect your elders.

Second of all: this deleting shit is NEW, okay, and I just updated my phone, like…a week ago, so I never learned.

Uh-huh.

No, yeah, whatever you say, Grandps.

He responds with the emoji that’s rolling its eyes.

You smirk.

For your information, I’m 29.

Okay, which is a cool, hip, fun, and very fresh age.

Yes, I believe that’s the slogan for the retirement home, too.

“We’re cool, we’re slick, and we might break a hip.”

There’s a longer pause between your text and his response. You hope it’s because he’s laughing. It’s not your best work, but you think it’s funny.

And then, you get the notification.

Dammit, that place sounds so much cooler than the retirement home I’m in now.

Send me the address? I’ll wheel myself over.

You got it, Old Man. Will you need any help crossing the street?

How thoughtful of you. Yeah, that’d be great, and then you can finally earn your Girl Scout badge.

Oh, my God. How did you know it was the last one I needed?

Cause I’m old. And therefore wise.

Oh, right, right. No, that checks out.

Yeah.

You lean back, forcing your eyes away from your phone to finally get a moment of reprieve from the excessive smiling. Why is this so fun?

I guess 29 isn’t so bad. Just…three years older than me.

Ah, another piece to the Cheese Girl puzzle.

You’re 26.

Indeed.

26 was fun.

I liked 26.

Yeah, it’s not too bad so far.

Just wait until your bones start to creak whenever you get out of bed.

I’ll keep a can of oil on my nightstand.

You grimace to yourself. Your worst joke to date, and you just hope you haven’t blown it.

Probably smart.

My preferred method is lube, but…

Whatever works.

Your eyes widen.

Oh?

Yeah.

My bones might creak but at least I can still fuck.

Well…shit.

You readjust your position on the sofa, desperately working to find a cool and relaxed and equally mysterious reply.

…so, no pressure.

Just be careful with all that lube.

Wouldn’t want you to slip and fall.

Hope you’ve got Life Alert on speed dial.

Oh, I absolutely do. They love me over there.

You smirk to yourself, fighting yet another laugh.

Yeah? Thank God.

Boy, I bet you’re a real stud with the ladies, huh?

Damn fucking right.

This grandpa has moves.

I bet. Yeah, women love a man that squeaks when he thrusts.

They do, actually. I happen to squeak quite sensually.

Is that right?

It is.

Damn.

Might need to hear that for myself someday.

It was bold. Perhaps a little daring, and you don’t give yourself a chance to overthink it before turning your phone off and tossing it onto the other side of the sofa.

You give it five minutes before checking to see if he’s replied.

Thankfully, you have two notifications, delivered 3 minutes ago.

Yeah?

So what’s stopping you?

What is stopping you?

Probably a number of things, but instead of pointing out that he’s a complete stranger and could very well be a catfish (or even worse…that he might not even find you attractive) you decide to go with another joke.

All these Girl Scout cookies I gotta sell :/

Shit.

Yeah.

What if I bought a hundred boxes?

Then you’d have to hand deliver them to my door, right?

Your eyes roll playfully as you sigh.

That IS the Girl Scout policy, yes.

We pride ourselves on good service.

Fantastic, then I’ll take 100 boxes in the flavor of you.

Your lashes flutter as you reread the text, over, and over, and over. But before you can spiral…he’s sending another.

…shit, that was meant to be smooth.

Get it, cause…like, you know, get a taste of YOU. Like…if you were a cookie.

Cause…I wanna taste you…

Explaining it makes it worse, doesn’t it?

It should make it worse, but for some reason…he’s funny? And charming? And making your thighs squeeze together—

I think that can be arranged, yeah.

I’ll package them up nice and pretty, just for you.

Equally as cheesy, but apparently…cheese is where you both shine.

You hope he’s at least somewhat amused, and when he finally responds, your stomach flips.

This conversation is bad for my health.

Yeah?

Why’s that?

Because I’m in a meeting and I’m about to have a heart attack.

…why are you about to have a heart attack?

Oh, right. I forgot that happens at your old age.

Ha.

Funny.

Good thing you have Life Alert on speed dial.

Yeah, I don’t think Life Alert is gonna be able to help.

No? Why not?

Cause only one thing can save me now.

Cookies.

Your cookies.

To be exact.

See? Cheesy.

Wow, I was almost turned on and then…

Nope, there it goes.

Oh, is that what we’re doing? We’re trying to turn each other on?

Well, why didn’t you SAY so?

Hold on, I’ve got a few good ones.

Oh god.

Alright, here we go.

So…

What are you wearing?

…really? That’s all you’ve got?

Work with me please.

My gosh.

Clothes.

I have clothes on.

Yeah?

That’s a shame.

Two minutes go by without him adding anything else, and you can’t help but laugh when you realize that’s all he’s got.

Wowwwwww…

No, that was so good. I’m…holy shit, you just took my breath away. I’m so turned on right now.

I mean, my panties just FLEW across the room!

You’re THAT good!

Okay, very funny.

I wasn’t done.

No, really. You gotta warn a girl before you just completely rock her world like that.

Honestly, I feel a little faint.

Where did you learn such a masterful technique? Really, you should teach a class on sexting, cause that was just…phew.

Listen, I was just trying to take it easy on you.

You know, ease you into my seduction before I gave it to you good and hard.

The last bit of his sentence has you stumbling over a gasp, but you simply clear your throat and work to find a response.

You have two options:

Either you tease him a bit more…

…or you ramp up the tension.

Well, by all means, Harry…

Give it to me good.

And hard.

He doesn’t respond for quite some time to this. And while you’d like to tell yourself that it’s because he’s just so turned on by your response…

…it’s more likely that you definitely fucked up and he wants nothing more to do with you.

But then…your phone dings.

Is that what you want then, hm?

Want it rough?

Shit, shit, shit.

Yeah.

If you think you can keep up.

Trust me, sweetheart, that won’t be a problem.

If you want it rough, I’m more than happy to oblige.

Is that why you texted me today?

Needed my help?

Truth be told, you don’t know why you texted him today, but you certainly aren’t upset with how things are going.

Me? Needing YOUR help?

Cute, but I think my fingers and I can manage just fine.

His response comes so fast, your head spins:

…fuck.

You smile.

Shit, okay now this conversation is REALLY bad for my health.

I might keel over right here in this meeting.

My death is on your hands, Cheese Girl.

Worth it.

You watch the bubbles float onto your screen for a good thirty seconds before they disappear.

Then, they appear again…just to dissipate before you can get your hopes up.

Finally—finally…a text.

Okay, listen, you don’t know me.

And I don’t know you.

I get that.

I’m a stranger, you’re a stranger.

But…

And hear me out…

What would you say to a phone call?

Your pulse stutters as you stare at his proposition, but he’s already sending his next text before you can decide if you’re really that stupid or not.

I know that’s asking a lot, but…

If you promise that you aren’t a 90-year-old man, and I promise I’m not some kid playing video games in his mom’s basement…

We could at least…have a real conversation.

And make sure that we really are who we say we are, you know?

And I could be assured that I didn’t just get a fucking boner in the middle of a busy boardroom cause of some perverted, internet creep that makes cheese jokes.

You hesitate.

Despite yourself, you are intrigued by the idea.

Worst-case scenario if he is some loser…you can just hang up and block his number.

And if he’s not…and he’s half as hot as you’re starting to hope he is…

You swallow.

Thickly.

I am not some perverted, internet creep that makes cheese jokes.

I’m just a regular creep that makes cheese jokes.

Promise.

And…yeah.

I would be okay with a phone call.

As long as you do in fact promise I won’t regret it and that it won’t result in nightmares that haunt me for the rest of my life.

Ah, well…

Can’t say much for the regret…

But I do promise that I will try very hard not to give you nightmares.

God, are you really doing this?

Are you really doing this?

Alright, then…

Oh, so you’re doing it. You’re really that dumb. You really just let a complete stranger convince you to call him, even though he could be a serial killer, or a psycho, or—

Your phone rings.

You see his name pop up in large print as the cellphone just about flies out of your hand.

Scrambling to keep it steady, you lurch forward and collect a deep breath.

You can do this.

You’ll give him thirty seconds. And if he seems creepy…you’ll hang up, and you’ll move on.

And you’ll never get random boys in bars numbers again.

You press your thumb into the button on your screen and slide it to the right.

Here goes nothing.

“…hello?”

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undeadcortez · 8 months

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PRETTY BOY—

kinktober day one | pegging

you and your partner try something new. something that involves silicone and a lot of patience for a whiny kit walker.

kit walker and gender neutral reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: SMUT | pegging, submissive kit walker, anal fingering (male receiving), anal sex (male receiving), kit is whiny and cries a lot, overstimulation, edging

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kit was so pretty like this.

dewed, pale skin with an arch to his back. face buried in the plush pillows, fingers already curling against cotton sheets. displayed on your bed, ready for the taking. it took a lot of convincing to get him like this.

okay, maybe not convincing. kit was very much into this. you could see it in the way his cock dripped onto the bedspread, all gooey, flushed in a pretty pink, and painfully hard. you could hear it in his moans, his whimpers when you touched him, when you praised him. it’s just, when you first brought it up, kit wasn’t into it. he said no. and you dropped it, of course.

it was brought up again a few weeks ago. kit had just returned home from work, covered in oil and sweat. adorned in just a wife beater, and his blue work pants. he kicked off his shoes, and in seconds, hovered in the doorway to the kitchen while you prepared dinner. something simple, though you can’t remember what. not when kit—

“so, i was thinkin’,” kit started, voice enveloped in nerves. you couldn’t even be upset at the lack of a real greeting. not when you turned around and kit looked like that. with his lip tucked between his teeth, cheeks flushed a deep pink. “about what you asked me the otha’ day, and i—,” he paused, hesitated, “i wan’na try it.”

a smile spread along your lips. “first off,” you stepped forward, ditching whatever food was on the stove, “welcome home.” you chuckled, wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck, tangling your fingers in his brunette curls. you planted a quick kiss onto his lips. chaste, and loving. simple. “secondly, what were you thinking about, sweet cheeks? i have an idea, but i need you to be specific. use your words, baby.”

kit felt gooey at your words. “about the uh,” his blush deepened, which you didn’t know was even possible, “the peggin’ thing?”

“oh, you are just too cute, walker,” you cooed, pushing her another brief kiss to his lips, “let me finish making us dinner and then we can talk about what’s been running through that pretty head of yours.”

that’s what led you here. standing at the foot of the bed with a hot pink silicone toy strapped to your waist. it was heavy, resembling a six inch cock with thick veins decorating the length of it. and of course, kit was the one who chose it. he picked it out at the local sex shop just that morning.

speaking of kit, he was growing impatient. a whimper of your name tumbling past his lips. “please,” he whispered, “‘m so empty,” as if he had any idea of what it felt like to be full.

“hush, pretty boy,” you shushed him, “be patient. i know you know how. if i gave it to you now, it’d just hurt. you don’t want that, do you?” he shook his head in response and no, that just wouldn’t do, would it? “words, baby,” you cooed, “use your words.”

“no!” he cries out, and you didn’t need to see his face to know it was flushed, to know that tears pricked at those big, brown eyes, threatening to spill over, “no, i don’t want that. wan’na feel good.”

his words were followed by a little click, the sound of you pushing open the cap to the bottle of lube. squirting a generous amount onto two of your fingers, your pointer and middle, you hummed. “good boy,” you whispered, “thank you.”

kit’s hole was puckered. tight, and untouched. pink with little kisses of thick, brown hair sprinkled around the edges of it. and as your pointer finger, wet and calculated, ran along the ring of muscle, it was soft. kit tensed under your touch, naturally pulling away from the unfamiliar touch. you placed your free hand on his hip, holding him lovingly. you rubbed gentle circles into his freckled skin.

“would you like me to stop, baby?” the question resulted in a whine, and before you could ask kit to use his words again, he answered.

“please, don’t,” he begged, and the boy hasn’t even really been touched yet, and he’s letting out a choked sob. so unbelievably sensitive. “i want it. i want you, please. i swear. wan’na be full.”

you smiled; you really couldn’t help it. “okay, sweet boy,” you whispered and pushed your pointer finger against his hole once more. this time, you weren’t met with squirming, but with kit rather relaxed, letting out a soft noise akin to a sigh as you massaged gently under the tip of your finger. and as you finally pushed it in, kit showed little resistance, eating it up to the knuckle with ease. you moaned.

“shit,” he murmured into the pillows. your smile only grew. it brought you pleasure to see him in so much of it.

it wasn’t long before you introduced a second finger into play. that soaked middle one began to push at his entrance, applying just a bit pressure before popping right in beside your pointer. kit groaned. “you’re doing so good for me, baby,” you praised, earning another groan from his throat.

you fingered him for a while. sinking into your knuckles before pulling them back out, earning moan after moan from the pretty boy beneath your palm. and eventually, you began curling them, pushing against the tender, plushy parts of kit’s walls. you could’ve done this for hours if not for—

“‘m gonna cum.”

that.

you halted your movements, drawing a guttural whine from kit. edged. and even though you couldn’t see it past your palm, you knew his cock was purple and kicking in frustration with tight, utterly taut balls.

“i’m sorry, baby boy,” you apologized, sincerely, “but i know we’ll only be able to get one out of you tonight, and i want it to be on my cock.”

you knew kit was ready for it. when you pulled your fingers out, his hole had a little gape to it. hungry, ready. and with a few more generous squirts of lube, a couple on the toy and one on kit’s hole, you were lining up the pink, silicone cockhead with his entrance.

however, you didn’t push in. not yet, and that earned another pitiful noise from deep within kit’s throat. “please,” he repeats as if it’s the only word he knows, “fuck m-!”

kit’s words got stuck in his throat as you slid inside of him. “so impatient tonight,” you cooed, stopping about halfway as your lover caught his breath. a deep gasp entered his lungs and wracked through his entire body as he got used to the thick intrusion. and if you could feel him, you’d feel his tight, warm walls clench around you. he was made to be full.

after a good moment of letting kit adjust to the size of your faux cock, you slid out, completely, leaving kit a trembling mess. “suga’, please,” he begged with a strain to his voice— he’s holding back sobs. you chuckled.

“get on your back, pretty boy,” you commanded, letting go of his hip so he can obey, “i wan’na see your pretty face when i fuck you.”

in seconds, kit was on his back. his brunette curls splayed on the pillows beneath him, eyes as you expected: glossy from crying. his cheeks were flushed under those infamous freckles and his lips were swollen, wet and drooly. he looked utterly fucked out already, and it was so pretty. kit was so pretty like this.

thick, hairy thighs occupied your hands now as you pushed on the undersides and exposed kit’s hole at a different angle. you were also right about his cock. it was an angry purple, resting on his tummy in neglect, leaking precum like a fountain. as you slid back in the bulbous, pink tip, and watched kit tense up beneath you with a struggled moan, you granted him some leeway, “you can touch yourself, baby.” it was the least you could do.

his breath hitched as he wrapped a large hand around his dick, stroking it slowly to start off. it had to be painfully sensitive with the way he hissed between his teeth. you would’ve felt bad if kit didn’t seem so into it. the second he was done making strained hisses and whimpers, he was moaning. and that’s when you decided it was best to bottom out.

little pink silicone balls pushed against kit’s sweat-sticky skin. he gasped beneath you, jaw hung open as wide eyes flickered over all the features of your face. “can— fuck,” he paused with wobbly lips as tears silently rolled down his temple and into his brunette locks, “can feel you in my fuckin’ throat.”

you smiled down at him. “isn’t that what you wanted, baby? to be so full?” you teased as you pulled your hips back and pushed back in. kit’s body shook, and before you could actually move your hips any more, kit was squirting thick strands of hot, white cum onto his tummy.

you watched as the man beneath you trembled and worked his dick until he was sobbing again. reduced to nothing, but a pretty, dewey little thing under your gaze. it was silent for a moment besides his desperate panting, attempting to calm down from his climax. and when he did, that’s when he finally spoke back up.

“thank you,” he whispers, and after a moment, he adds, “maybe, uh, we could try to get a second one out’ta me?”

and how could you say no to such a pretty face?

#kinktober #evan peters #american horror story #ahs #ahs smut #kit walker #ahs asylum #evan peters smut #kit walker x reader #kit walker smut

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southernbluebellereader · 1 year

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here’s something to look forward to for when u get back after ur busy weekend

i don’t normally request ghost or könig but something about big scary men being at ur mercy has me on my knees

but like imagine ghost or könig with an anal vibrator and just begging u touch them, overstimulated and all

this is just pure filth so ima keep it anonymous this time round lmaoo

You're So Good To Me

A/N: OMG BESTIE??? You got me on the edge of my seat. I hope I don't disappoint. I'm gonna do both König and Ghost, they'll be a little shorter, but I think you'll like them.

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x F! Reader

König x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW. vibrator. Switch. Master List (Tag List at the bottom)

[18+] [RATED M FOR MATURE] [MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley

Now, it took a long time in order for you to convince Simon to even have toys be used on him.

On you? He's all for it. But just know, he puts a lot of trust in you to allow you to use any toys on him.

But you start nice and easy - especially since you taking charge this time was his idea

The two of you had gone to your favorite sex shop and found a little black vibrator that he held up for you for approval. He didn't have to use his words in order to ask you if you wanted him to use it on him. You gleefully accepted and told him you'd take care of him.

It was a special night. Simon would put a different kind of trust in you that he'd never be able to put in anyone else.

The both of you took the time to set up your bedroom with candles, you put lavender and rose essential oils in your humidifier, and soft music.

For a while, you and Simon made soft and deep love. He made long and deep strokes inside you, relishing in your moans and groans escaping your mouth.

Soon after, he took a hold of the small black vibrator, seeking your approval. You spoke softly and guided him, leading him and giving him directions to lay down on his back with his legs spread.

You situated yourself between his legs and touched him gently, and softly, and deeply as you spoke softly to him, encouraging him, praising him.

"You're doing so well for me, Simon. I'm going to use lube, ok? Please let me know if you feel uncomfortable." He nodded in approval, encouraging you to continue as you with flushed cheeks.

Once your hands were covered in lube, you held the vibrator in one hand, and gently prepped his hole, earning glorious sounds and deep breaths from your beloved.

You internally relished in the sounds he made, making you even more excited, but you wanted to take things slow.

As you prepared hole, you turned the vibrator on the lowest setting.

"Simon, baby, you're doing so well. Are you ready, baby?"

"Y-Yeah-" Simon nodded eagerly and gripped the sheets surrounding him.

"You're such a good boy, Simon, here we go," You cooed at him as you placed the vibrator right at the entrance of his hole, smiling gleefully in excitement as he began squirming - glorious sounds of moaning and grunts escaping his breath as he tensed up and arched his back.

Poor Simon, you'd only just begun.

König

Oh, König, your sweet boy.

König is definitely more receptive to using toys earlier on in your relationship compared to Ghost.

But he never had a vibrator be used on him before, it was always used on you.

UNITL, he was looking for something and he opened up the drawer of your nightstand that kept all your toys. Smiling sheepishly, he picked up the small dark purple vibrator and simply held it in his hands.

He couldn't deny his curiosity and sat on y'all's shared bed, simply holding and feeling the vibrator, pressing the buttons several times for the different speeds. he'd forgotten what he was looking for.

He nearly jumped when you called out to him from the doorway: "Baby are you ok?"

He turned around, blushing, with the vibrator on the lowest setting in hand.

You chuckled as you approached him, standing in between his legs as you put your hands over his hands that were holding the vibrator, "You want me to use this on you?"

Turning even more red, Kônig swallowed hard as he kept his eyes on you.

You smiled gently and nodded, "It's ok if you want to, König. I'll be gentle."

"Y/N..." Before he could finish, your lips were already attached to his lips, then his jaw and neck.

Oh, God, how was he to deny you? He placed the vibrator on the bed and held you close to him as you continued to pepper him with deep kisses, leaving marks on his neck and collarbones.

Soon, both of y'all's clothes were shed and the sheets of your bed were all over the bed.

You asking - demanding - him to do things made him more excited. He loved having you in charge.

You had him on all fours on the bed, ass in the air, head and arms resting on a few pillows.

You situated yourself behind him and rubbed his lower back and hips as you cooed at him, "You're doing so well for me, my König. I'll be so very gentle, I promise, my baby boy."

God, you loved seeing him being such a mess for you. Only you had been able to tame the great König. And here he was, his ass presented to you to be plugged up.

You continued to coo at him, and praise him as you covered his hole in lube, earning glorious grunts and moans from him - it was music to your ears..

After prepping him with lube and two of your fingers, you cupped his balls gently with one hand, and turned on the bullet vibrator with the other on to the lowest setting, "Are you ready, my love? We're going to go slow and steady."

He nodded and kept his eyes on you, his eyes glossed over, cheeks flushed in pleasure and ready to ensure that he did so very well for you.

You gently placed the vibrating bullet at his entrance and slowly pushed it, earning the most delicious moans and groans.

This day was going to be long and filled with pleasure.

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minimac-mspl · 7 days

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slut4daviii · 1 year

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character(s): d.kaminari

pt: 01/02

cw: masturbation, voice kink, scent kink, Denki daydreaming of your [GIGANTIC] cock, praise, degradation.

summary: gay boy jerks off to his step-brother’s voice. that’s it. thats the plot. | also working on my first request, I just had these in stock.

a/n: Minors | Fem-Aligned DO NOT INTERACT | also, denki is literally the superior bottom, you can’t change me mind on the matter.

title: an influx of attention

wc: 500-600+

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he’d never thought of it— the expression foreign within his own mind, even on his tongue it felt weird.

a sensation of shock translated through his body, the feeling echoing across his facial features in a light blush.

his sensitivity rose, tickling at his satisfaction in such a way it was maddening. again his hand rose, a mixture of spit and lube outlining the soft curves of his hand against his painfully erected cock.

he knew about your profession. knew all about the things you’d ‘accomplish’ while in the confines of your own room— door locked shut, lights off, a ring-light shining brightly upon the sweat riddled skin.

he’d heard your groans— unintentionally listened to the sounds of your hand sliding gracefully across your large cock, the head flushed a much deeper color than the veins covering your pulsating shaft.

he’d felt his own demeanor falter at the sound, body malfunctioning against your doorframe. everything around him seemed to ignite sparks along his skin— invisible embers jumping from every inch of his body.

your shirt was pressed up to his nostrils, frantic and sporadically deep breathing fanning over the material. his eyes rolled at your scent— a soft mix of cologne and body oils that swirled through his mind, pushing him further into your grasp.

he synchronized his strokes to your voice, only moving his hand when your spoke. “heh, you like it when I edge you? stopping you from cumming around my cock?” he whined, thrusting his hips into the air, all self control completely leaving him.

“you don’t deserve to cum, do you?” all your insults felt genuine— as if you were actually talking to him, burning his skin with meaningless wordplay while your cock continued to burrow its way into his guts.

he would’ve outed himself long ago if it weren’t for his biting down on your shirt, muffling the sound of his blissful pleasure. “I ‘ou! I ‘ou! I wafth tuoh cuhm!”

you chuckled into your mic, resuming your stokes. “I guess you’ve been a good boy… taking me so well.” you stifled a groan, looking back at your door to see if Denki was still sitting there.

you knew he was there. always playing with himself to your voice— edging his cock in beat with your instructions.

you’ve seen his search history. the amount of times he’d fallen asleep with your videos playing— clothes discarded, and tip red was insurmountable.

you’d taken note of all your missing clothes; shirts, pants, white-beaters, socks, briefs, jackets, hoodies— almost your entire closet, raided.

you were just waiting for him to speak up. waiting for his fatal slip up: be it accidentally opening your door, moaning too loud, or even asking you straight out to fuck him until he passed out.

you turned back to your mic, breathing shallow and sharp. “cum for me, Denki.”

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behind-the-sc3ne · 6 months

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summary: you're in bed and your F/O finally comes home, but drunk and horny as hell

800 words

intoxication, light/brief somno, light teasing (S/I to F/O), no penetration, SOFT COCKS!!! light CNC but explicitly consentual

masturbation, handjobs, lots of ball touching tbh

S/I

dominant (but gentle)

you/your

no genitalia mentioned

F/O

submissive

they/them

has (uncut) cock & balls

the only visible light is a warm orange glow spilling from the crack under your door. you've left the light on in case your F/O decides to come back before dawn, but otherwise you're enveloped by a blanket of darkness -- alone.

you've fallen asleep by the time your F/O returns. they carefully seat themself on the edge of your bed. trying not to disturb you, they brush a few rogue strands of hair from your face, and sigh. the dim light illuminates you just enough to highlight your features. they touch their fingers to your lips -- the smell of alcohol wakes you, but you don't move, you'd rather see how it plays out.

their heart races as they bend down to kiss your cheek. their face is flushed -- you can hardly see it, but you feel the warmth radiating from their skin. "fuck, this is so wrong," they whisper, as they quietly unzip their pants. their fingers rustle against the fabric of their clothing as they touch themself, just inches away from you.

a soft whine escapes their lips when they realize they can't get hard after drinking so much. they grind desperately into their hand. they need to cum so bad, but they just don't seem to be getting anywhere close. they moan a little and you can't resist the urge to interrupt.

"poor baby, too wasted to get yourself off?"

they're a bit startled by your words -- they genuinely thought you were sleeping! -- but they don't run away, and you don't want them to. you pull them so they lay beside you. they kiss you, nearly missing your face entirely, and you smile. they're more affectionate once alcohol has dissolved their barrier of self-consciousness. you had discussed this sort of situation beforehand -- if both or either of you were intoxicated and initiated a sexual interaction, it's okay for the other to follow through with it.

you position yourself behind them and allow your hands to wander across their skin. you move them under your F/O's shirt, bringing them to their chest. you bury your face in their neck and inhale deeply. they smell of musk and liquor; honestly, it turns you on. you grope at their chest, twisting and pulling at their nipples, and your F/O sighs with pleasure. they arch their back so that every curve of theirs presses against yours. you absentmindedly slip one of your hands into their already unbuttoned pants. they take your hand into their own and guide it further down.

you rub their bulge in slow circles, paying special attention to their balls. you squeeze and massage them gently, mostly just to hear your F/O moan. their voice is so erotic... it takes every ounce of willpower in you to refrain from fucking them senseless, but you know you'd feel guilty if you went that far while they're in a vulnerable state.

finally, finally you completely remove their clothing. their bare skin is warm against you -- you kiss their shoulder and hold them still for a moment, savoring the intimacy, but soon you're mapping out their body with your fingertips again. you run your hand up along their inner thigh, and their muscles flex a bit when you get close to the top. you whisper to them, saying how much you love and care for them. your F/O stretches and opens their legs in invitation.

you coat your hands with a thin layer of oil. the lube is cold, but soon warms up to your body temperature. you take your F/O's flaccid cock in hand, stroking and retracting their foreskin.

you can tell they're stifling their moans. "don't be nervous," you say. "it's just the two of us." your F/O grinds harder into your fist, and you can feel their cock slowly begin to harden. you press your lips to their neck. their pulse is strong and rapid. you bite and suck at their skin -- not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to leave marks.

their cock twitches and they softly moan your name. your hips grind against their ass now, even though you don't intend to cum from this.

your F/O almost whimpers as you work their now erect cock. their thighs shake while they fuck your hand. their head is spinning -- they can't think of anything except how much they want to cum. how much they love you. they curse and moan your name, over and over, until they reach their climax and empty their balls into your fist, staining your sheets with their cum, thrusting until you've milked every drop from them.

it's nearly morning by the time you've exhausted yourselves. you're tempted to go back to sleep, but you know you need to convince your F/O to have some water, or they'll have a massive hangover in the morning. but when you look over, they're curled up beside you, sleeping.

#sorry the formatting is weird i don't write on a regular basis #og #imagines #fic #self ship nsft #nsft self ship #imagine your F/O #F/O imagines #nsft f/o imagines #nsft self shipping

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bell4lan · 1 year

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hiii can I request kazuha smut with an male!top!reader? thank u!!!

Getting Steamy

Genre: Fluffy smut

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers

CW: Rimming, shower sex, unprotected sex, romantic sex, Kazuha is called a good boy once

Character(s)/reader: Kazuha and Male reader

The sound of clothes hitting the floor echoed throughout the bathroom. You and Kazuha were kissing each other passionately, stumbling as you both walked toward the shower. The kiss broke only so you could turn it on and get in, and you immediately started kissing again. The combination of the water and movement of your lips made Kazuha slip a moan like sigh into your mouth, making you grip onto his hips tighter. You pulled away slightly to catch your breath, and ran your hands all over his body. Kazuha's face was flushed red and looking desperate.

"Sure you want this?" You whispered as you pulled his body close to yours, your hand squeezing his ass.

"Yes, very sure." His voice trembled slightly from your touch, but his grip on your shoulders stayed firm. You couldn't help but smile at him as you ran your hands back up to his face, cupping his cheeks to give him a small kiss on the lips.

You turned him around so he faced the wall instead of you, kneeling down and spreading his ass so you could get a good look at his hole.

"D-Don't do that." Kazuha whimpered shyly. You looked up at him, seeing the bright red blush on his face.

"Why?" You asked as you ran your thumb over it.

"It's embarrassing..." He confessed. His body felt so hot from your simple touch, the water wasn't able to cool it down. You hummed to yourself, looking back at his hole before giving it a lick. You felt as Kazuha twitched and moved closer to the wall, making you have to keep his ass in place.

"Be a good boy and stay still." You said before diving back in. You spread his cheeks more so you could provide him more pleasure, licking and gently pushing your tongue into his tight hole. All Kazuha could do was gasp and whine as pleasure took over. He wasn't able to focus on anything but your tongue, and your hands that held a strong grip on him.

You kept doing this until Kazuha said he needed something thicker than your tongue, so you grabbed some oil and lubed up your fingers. You slowly eased one into him, watching as Kazuha's face scrunched up slightly from the intrusion.

"Is that alright? Should I go slower?" You asked softy as you rubbed his side with your other hand.

"If anything you should go faster." He said seductively, pushing his ass out a bit. You smirked, and moved your finger faster, carefully making room for another. You watched as Kazuha's breath quickened from your fingers inside him, the pleasure building up slower than he had wanted.

"I'm ready." He said impatiently, craving something bigger than your fingers. You pulled them out and lubed up your cock, spreading his ass again. You pushed your tip into his hole steadily and watched as he took you with ease.

You eventually had all of your cock inside of him, making Kazuha feel so full. You moved your hips at a medium pace since you knew Kazuha hated slow when it came to your cock in him. The white haired man desperately tried to hold onto something as you fucked him against the shower wall, but found nothing stable enough. He balled up his hands into fists and rested them on the wall as he moaned out, getting stimulated from both ends as his cock rubbed against the wet tile.

"(Name)-" He stuttered out, looking back at you with a flushed, drenched face. You looked up at him, blushing slightly from how gorgeous he looked in such a state.

"Yes baby?" You whispered as you pushed your chest to his back. He groaned from the feeling of your cock going deeper inside him, his eyes shut only for a second.

"Kiss m-me. Please?" He begged softly, trying his best to form coherent words as you continued your thrusts. You smiled at his cute attempt, and kissed him passionately. Your lips was the thing Kazuha needed to get close. Kazuha loved kissing, he swears that if he kissed you long enough he could cum just from that. The feeling of warmth and closeness kissing brings makes Kazuha's head all fuzzy.

You enjoyed kissing too, not only because of how intimate it was, but also because of how much Kazuha enjoyed it. You could kiss him for hours straight, that's how much you loved it, loved him. Being inside him was something you enjoyed far more than kissing though. Being able to be so close to him, connected with him, it made your heart flutter. It didn't matter if the sex was rough and kinky, or soft and vanilla, it would always be love making with the two of you.

You pulled away from Kazuha to catch your breath, the stuffiness of the bathroom making you unable to kiss as long as you usually could. Though, it was good that you pulled away. You then saw how flushed Kazuha's cock was between him and the wall. It looked as though it was begging for your hand to wrap around it as you fucked him, like it was begging for some release.

"Look at you, you're so red Kazuha." You cooed as you looked down. He thought you were talking about his face until he decided to follow your gaze. He let out a soft whimper when he saw how his cock was colored a bright red, it made him even more turned on. He knew you had a powerful affect on him, but he was never one to look at himself during sex, so he didn't know just how powerful you were or how much you affected him.

You wrapped your hand around his dick, stroking in time with your thrusts. Kazuha's moans only got louder as the pleasure built up inside him, no longer able to hold back his pretty sounds.

Kazuha let out a particularly loud whine as he came on the wall and your hand, chest rising and falling quickly as he saw stars. You pulled your hand away to not overstimulate him, and used it to finish yourself off after you pulled out. You came onto Kazuha's plump ass, and took a mental image of the display.

Kazuha turned around tiredly and hugged you, feeling your arms wrap around him and your hands brush hair out of his face.

"Let's get cleaned up and go to sleep." You said, though it was more of a suggestion than a demand. Kazuha nodded and allowed you to help clean him up. Sex with you was romantic, soft, everything Kazuha needed from sex, but that didn't stop him from getting exhausted.

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Heyyy guys it's been a while. I've been working on this Tartaglia request but honestly it's stumped me. I have no clue where to take it or how to write it so it might be a WHILE until that comes out, sorry.

I've been really busy lately, and honestly I couldn't come up with anything creative and didn't want to write something boring. That's why I haven't been posting lately, sorry about that! I'll try writing more since I have some more free time now.

#kazuha smut #kazuha x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin smut #kaedehara kazuha x male reader

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year

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wip tease number 7 i think

Keith hates it when Shiro is right. It’s the worst thing in the world. Second only to coming home after a really long day, looking forward to the leftovers you know you have waiting for you in the fridge, only to discover that some asshole ate them and now you have to go to jail for murdering them.

Ugh.

It really does double suck, because working as a ‘lube technician’ — unfortunately the hilarity of that title wore of quick when Keith discovered that it was, in fact, there so the company could justify paying their workers less than what was standard for mechanics — is kind of the worst, and Shiro is too smug about it to feel the appropriate amount of pity for Keith. It means he spends a lot of time in his lonely, boring apartment after work instead of bothering Shiro and Adam (like he is wont to do) because he’s too proud to admit that yeah, maybe he should have done something else with his certification.

“Kogane! Get your ass over to hoist three, there’s a customer waiting!”

Huffing, Keith drags himself to his feet, preparing himself for yet another person who does not understand that no, oil changes cannot be done with the cooking oil you pick up from the store, yes motor oil is expensive, Keith does understand that, and no, he has no control over the prices and if they could just stop throwing a temper tantrum that would be great.

Keith finally makes it over to hoist three, where a beat-to-hell blue Toyota is parked. A lanky guy sits criss-cross-applesauce on the hood. He wiggles his fingers in a little wave.

“You must be Keith? I’m Lance. My car is fucked up.”

Keith can’t help the amused quirk of his lips. “I would imagine it is, yes. Any ideas what’s wrong with it?”

Lance shakes his head. “Nope. Only that it makes this meeeeerfp noise if I start it without saying several decades of the rosary. Abuela says it’s because God is punishing me for making dumbass decisions, but somehow I think it might just be car troubles.”

The stupid joke startles a genuine laugh out of him, which make’s the customer — Lance — grin, brown eyes sparkling.

“If you make that noise for me again, I’ll check it out,” Keith teases.

Lance winks. “If I make it twice, can I watch?”

“Three times and I’ll think about it.”

Lance makes the noise three times without even a second of hesitation, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head slightly.

“That work for you, Greñudo?”

“Nah, I just wanted to see if you’d make a fool of yourself at my command.”

That makes the slightest flush dust Lance’s cheeks. The sight of it makes something flutter in Keith’s belly.

Gods above. Is he flirting? Like, genuinely? And successfully? He’s never done that before. That’s insanity.

“Alright, round to Keith,” Lance concedes. He hops off the car and digs around in his pockets for the keys, handing them to Keith, looking a little apologetic. “And as much as I really would like to watch you do — anything, I gotta get to work. Can I swing by in a few hours to get a diagnostic?”

“Sure thing,” Keith says, schooling his face back into a mask of professionalism. He’s got a job to do, after all, and Lance is just a cute customer. Keith’ll fix whatever needs fixing, and then he’ll never see Lance again.

Shame, though.

“Thanks! See ya.” He does that dorky little wave again as he leaves, humming as he makes his way out of the garage and down the parking lot.

Keith isn’t going to lie — he watches him go.

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billyharringson · 4 months

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Prompt: "work boots" + any ship with Billy. Free interpretation.

You know I had to go with NSFW Harringrove for this one.

Over the years Steve had accepted a lot of things about himself and his life. Some had been good things, like finally accepting his sexuality. Some had been more painful, like accepting that his parents love was entirely conditional, and that he often didn't meet those conditions.

This however, he wasn't sure what category of acceptance this fell into. If he was even going to accept it that was.

He'd learnt a lot about kinks and fetishes since getting together with Billy. It was hard not to, especially since his boyfriend just seemed to pull them out of him. They didn't have a lock on the bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet in their bedroom because they were worried that their friends were going to stumble upon their messy socks. It had gotten to the point where Steve didn't really even blink when he stumbled upon something new that got him all hot and bothered.

But for some reason, the fact that he was now painfully hard in his jeans just at the sight of Billy working on his car was really getting to him. Because it wasn't the fact that his boyfriend was shirtless and covered in grease, wasn't the fact that he'd opted to wear his old, tiny gym shorts and basically nothing else as he bent over the bonnet for all to see. Those things were very welcome additions to his Sunday morning.

No, the thing that Steve just couldn't take his eyes off for some goddamn reason, were Billy's work boots. His old, chunky safety boots that he wore on a day-to-day basis whilst at the mechanic's shop. Maybe it was because they were usually accompanied by a baggy jumpsuit that Steve hadn't yet noticed how they somehow highlighted just how thick his baby was.

The way they cut off just above his ankles, making his already juicy legs look just that little bit thicker, it was really doing something to him. They also somehow made Billy look shorter, which was nonsense as they actually gave him another inch or so. Not that it mattered, they both used the small height difference between them in a lot of their play, so it was only adding to Steve's insane horniness levels.

"You need something princess?" Billy asked, still bent over the engine of the Camaro, smirking at his boyfriend over his shoulder.

Steve flushed at being caught out, shaking his head quickly. "Just wondering if you wanted a drink or anything." He replied, leaning against the door jamb, hoping that Billy hadn't already noticed the bulge in his jeans.

Billy finally stood up straight, his cocky smirk not wavering as he slammed the hood closed. "Pretty sure I'm not the thirsty one here Bambi." He nodded at Steve's crotch. "Gimme 10 minutes to shower and I can help you with that if you want, pretty boy."

Steve really wanted to say something about Billy not needing a shower if they were just going to get sweaty anyway, but he really didn’t want to get grease and oil all over their furniture so instead he grabbed the lube from their bedroom and sat back down in the living room. He fished himself out of his jeans, fisting his cock loosely as he waited.

Billy was true to his word and Steve could hear his heavy steps as he came downstairs. Which was odd because Billy was usually very light footed. He got his answer a few seconds later though as Billy came to stand in front of him, in nothing but those beat up old work boots.

Steve blinked up at Billy’s grinning face, swallowing loudly as he rested back against the sofa. “How did you know?” He asked, still stroking himself absently.

“We’ve been together for nearly five years, Stevie.” Billy replied, resting one hand on his cocked hip. “And while I know my little shorts get you going, you’ve never been ashamed of it before.”

“I’m not...” Steve trailed off, looking away. “I don’t think I'm ashamed... just surprised is all.”

Billy climbed onto his lap, turning his chin until Steve was looking at him. “Well, you wanna try it out anyway? I’m happy to get fucked in nothing but Site boots if it gets your motor running.”

Steve felt his heart swelling, along with his cock. The fact that Billy was always so accepting of his kinks, so willing to try new things if it resulted in Steve’s happiness, it only made him love him more. “My baby.” He whispered, pulling Billy in for a deep kiss. “My sweet baby.”

Billy rolled his hips forward, moaning into Steve’s mouth. “I... I already prepped myself.” He said, his pants devolving into a squeak when Steve tossed him onto the sofa and crawled between his legs.

“Yeah?” Steve breathed, pressing inside with one, hard thrust. “You got yourself ready for me, sweetheart? Such a good boy.” He grabbed Billy by the ankles, thumbs brushing over the soft leather of his boots as he began to roll his hips.

Billy hummed in response, gripping the arm of the sofa, panting into his bicep as he began to stroke himself in time with Steve’s thrusts. “Always.” He said, the word ending with a choked off moan. “Always ready for you, p-pretty boy.” He arched his back as Steve tagged his prostate again and again.

Letting Billy’s ankles rest against his shoulders, Steve dove forward, knowing that Billy was flexible enough to take it as he practically folded him in half. “I love you.” He said, the words tickling against Billy’s lips. “I love you.” The declaration fell from him on repeat until he sunk inside one final time with a groan, swallowing Billy’s responding moan as his boyfriend clenched around him, coming seconds later.

Steve slumped forward, Billy’s legs falling from his shoulders to rest at his waist as he caught his breath. “Thank you, baby.”

“Anything for you Stevie, you know that don’t you?” Billy asked, stroking through Steve’s hair. “And besides, that was hot. If you want to bring these into the bedroom again then I'm down.”

Steve laughed, jostling Billy as he did so. “I might have to take you up on that, sweetheart.”

#billy hargrove #stranger things #fanfic #steve harrington #harringrove

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hihimissamericanbi · 4 months

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Have I written academically on 19th-century medical demonstrations as performance? Yes, I have.

Drarry, because that's shared our thing.

Bonus points if you can work in the phrase: "cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor."

(That is an actual description from one of Charcot's medical demonstrations. Yep.)

(Also thank you to @wolfpadx for tagging me in the original version of this. I'm only capable of focusing on one story at a time so I don't have any WIPs either.)

Sigh. Only for you, babe. Everyone else: proceed with caution. This is the Exhibition Kink to end all Exhibition Kinks. I truly have nothing to say for myself, except turn your trauma into kink ig.

(from this prompt) 5. Medical examiner/surgery theater viewing thingie but at a kink club.

I present to you, Harry Potter and the Sex Baton:

Okay so Draco and Harry run into each other at a magical kink club and reconnect. They begin playing together, lots of chemistry, find that they are really into this one idea no one has quite done so they give it a go. They do some smaller test scenes with just friends/trusted people from the club first, and then they are ready for the Big Performance. They are being featured at the club that weekend, there's been lots of publicity around it.

"The Chosen Hole. Savior of the Wizarding Wank. The Boy Who Lived to Fuck" (EDITOR'S NOTE someone please come up with something better than this i beg you). The invite list is strict and requires vetting by both Harry and Draco. It's important the only people attending truly want to see this and are sex-positive, kink-educated. No one there to actually mock or be cruel.

And here is the scene:

Harry is on some sort of observational stage with 360 views. Theater in the round, if you will. I'd love for it to be like an amphitheater so it feel more like a lecture or a demonstration, where the audience is situated higher than the performers.

Harry is there, on his knees, naked, waiting, tied up and blindfolded, hard, leaking, flushed. Clearly desperate. Behind him is a table spread out with various intimidating looking magical objects and tools. As people file in, they are encouraged to take pictures, make observations and notes as they get settled, discuss with one another what they are seeing. Sounds of low murmuring, gentle, sultry music, a few quiet whistles of disbelief, the general ~vibe~ where you know people are leering. Staring.

Then the house lights dim, the spotlight comes on, and the demonstration begins. Draco enters wearing (insert your preferred fantasy outfit here. Daddy leather? A clean white lab coat? Casual, sexy muggle attire-- a suit no tie, perhaps?). Draco welcomes everyone and is pleased to demonstrate Just What a Desperate Slutty Whore Harry James Potter is. Harry wants to show everyone so badly, "Don't you, baby?"

"Yes sir, please let me show them."

So Draco proceeds to tease and edge and do all manners of filthy things to Harry Potter in front of this audience. The tone from Draco is very calm, in charge, a little neutral/removed, like he isn't being affected at all while Harry is getting messier and messier. Use your imagination here:

We can start with just letting Harry touch himself. Draco unties just his wrists, directs him to wank himself off in front of all these people who are here to see just how badly he wants it. Obviously lots of praise talk, dirty talk, orgasm control.

At some point, of course, there will be instructions to turn around, bend over, spread yourself, stick your fingers inside, show everyone how good your hole takes your own fucking fingers. We can start getting some tools and toys involved, like a dildo that magically increases in size incrementally on every thrust so everyone can see his hole getting more and more stretched. Lots of magical lube/oil, so everything is wet and glistening.

Just because Draco isn't all hot and bothered and slutty like Harry, doesn't mean he doesn't get to have any fun. There will be plenty demonstrations of how good Harry takes it: how good he takes cock in every hole, how he drinks and licks every drop of come spent like it's fucking ice cream and begs for more, bends to every one of Draco's commands, performs every requested sex act with such enthusiasm, takes everything Draco gives him, one bit at a time, as Draco is talking it all through to the audience. He's telling them how harry feels around him, how his arse tastes, what sounds he makes when Draco touches him here vs. there, etc. etc. Turning Harry this way and that, showing off parts of his body, making Harry expose himself to an entire room full of people who want to see it, all at Draco's will.

For the grand finale, Draco has a special tool he made just for Harry. He makes a big show of taking it out, showing it to the audience, really hyping it up. Harry is still blindfolded, has no idea what it is, until suddenly something cool and buzzing touches him and he explodes, immediately, come shooting out of him and his arse spasming in an orgasm that hits from both parts of him. He's gasping, dazed, wondering what just happened, and then he's poked again---

and he orgasms again.

"Forgive the crude phrasing, but I simply call it the sex baton. A single touch forces the subject to climax immediately. The really interesting thing, here, though---" and he gently strokes the tool down harry's flank, watches as harry screams and comes and comes and comes as long at the tool is in contact with his skin---"is that it completely bypasses any refractory period the human body usually needs." Draco pulls the sex baton away. "As you can see demonstrated here, if it touches skin---" he pokes harry again, setting off a fresh round of screaming and convulsing---"the subject will be helpless not to orgasm."

Harry is panting and half-slumped over and exhausted and covered in come.

"Shall we see what happens when we insert the sex baton into our subject's greedy little hole... and leave it there?"

A murmur of agreement from the audience.

"Harry? What do you think?"

Only then, Harry cries out for the sex baton in words devoid of any metaphor. (HA I DID IT EMERY!!)

So Draco calmly directs Harry until he is face down, arse up, legs spread, and without warning plunges the sex baton into his arse. Harry is left on stage gasping, voice too far gone to scream, and drenching himself in come, the magic of the baton replenishing his supply of seed endlessly. He's left there spurting over and over into this puddle he is laying in, as Draco takes his bow and the lights fade. The audience erupts into wild, enthusiastic applause.

They love it.

The love him.

BONUS: backstage pass where you can interact directly with the Whore Who Lived following the demonstration. Draco will guide observers through one-on-one interactions in small groups, encouraging touches and feels where he knows Harry will like, allowing them to masturbate to/on Harry, lets them discuss him and ask questions about him to Draco.

Okay i need to stop. There is more where this came from (and came and came and came...)

Please don't break up with me.

#wip tag game #smut game #celine's smut #exhibitionist drarry #exhibitionism kink #drarry smut #emery tag #harry x draco #sub harry potter #sex positive drarry

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linkverse-forsakenknights · 6 months

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I FINALLY FINISHED IT! Forgive me if it’s a bit wonky I haven’t written smut in a while.

Paring: Twilight x Wild (Not LU)

18+ story

Title: Gentle Rain

Twilight was taking in the mornings cool air, it seemed his fireplace was being maintained by one of the other people also staying in the house, he heard quiet voices talking amongst themselves- probably Time and Warriors. He was honestly a little surprised Wild wasn’t up yet but he was letting the other the morning to sleep in for once.

Twilight brushed his hands through Wild long locks of soft blond hair before placing a soft kiss against Wilds’ forehead. Twilight moved back a little when he heard Wild grumble then he felt Wild shift slightly. Wild tilted his head up blinking at Twilight with tired half lidded eyes, his bangs laying messily across his forehead getting into his eyes where they’ve grown a bit too long, Twilight just smiled sweeping Wilds bangs back and out of his face before move his hand to cup Wilds cheek and pull him in for a gentle kiss.

The two parted after a couple of seconds, Wilds face was flushed still not used to giving and receiving kisses, Twilight just smiled at Wilds shy response and let him bury his face back in Twilights shoulder to hide for a moment.

Twilight closed his eyes, sighing softly, he went to adjust his laying position slightly when he accidentally brushed against something hot and wet, he opened his eyes in surprise and blinked a couple times looking down to Wild who was still in hiding, He raised one of his eyebrows before he felt Wild shift against his thigh again the same hot and wet feeling appearing again briefly but this time he saw Wild jolt then shudder whenever Wild slightly grinded against Twilights leg.

Twilights hands placed his hands on the back of Wilds head and began scratching Wilds scalp lightly, Wild shuddered again this time looking at Twilight. His face was still red but his blush deepened when he started to grind on Twilights thigh, the first time was an accident but he guesses this is what happens sleeping nude.

“You okay hon?” Twilight asked, his morning voice making his Ordonian accent stronger than it normally is.

Wild moved his hands to Twilights shoulders and mumbled an apology feeling bad at getting riled up by accidentally grinding against Twilights thigh. Twilight gave a quiet chuckle understanding what was happening with his partner, he pressed a kiss to Wilds forehead “It’s alright darlin’. Now do ya need help with that? You’re a little… wound up arentcha?” Wild grimaced in response but still nodded; embarrassed “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it. Just focus on my voice hon’ I gotcha”.

Twilight pressed his leg more firmly against the heat between Wilds thighs then placed a hand against Wilds lower back to encourage the other to start grinding against Twilights leg again, Wild let out soft moans as he began rocking against Twilight smoothly.

Twilight was briefly worried about Time and Wars overhearing them but decided that his loves’ need to get off was more important than his friends’ possible overhearing of their activities. Clearing his mind of the possibility of that happening he focused back on Wild who was now huffing out slightly louder moans as he fell into a rhythm, Twilight moved his hands to both of Wilds hips to move him to be on Twilights lap the blanket covering them sliding slightly downwards to reveal Wilds’ privates.

Twilight was looking at Wild in fond amusement as the other stared at his dick, Wild bit his lip and looked up to Twilight through his lashes seemingly trying to telepathically ask if he can ride the other. Twilight smirked and let out a little fond snort shaking his head yes then shook his head in amusement as Wild excitedly got into position to sink down onto Twilight but was stopped so Twilight could make sure Wild was prepared enough and grabbed some oil to lube himself up.

Twilight groaned as Wild sunk down onto him and felt the others heat envelop his cock, Wild was sat still while panting loudly on Twilights lap trying to get used to the feeling of Twilights cock inside him. He cracked open his eyes when he felt Twilights hands come up to his hips before gently brushing his fingertips down the soft expanse of Wilds thighs before coming back upwards to rest on his hips as he felt Wild shift. Wild looked down to his slightly sleepy lover and felt his breath catch at the look of pure unadulterated love and care Twilight had on his face “Ya need a bit a-help hon?” Twilight asked softly when he saw how the light blonde was staring at him. Wild shook his head confirming he’d need a bit of help as his thighs still felt a bit sore from all the walking they’ve been doing.

“It’s okay love, just focus on me and how you’re feeling kay? Don’t want ya to hurt yourself” Wild nodded hearing Twilights soft encouragement and tried helping Twilight lifting himself when he felt Twilights hands shift position slightly grip a bit tighter and pull upwards. They both began panting in earnest, the shared bed was lightly hitting the wall and creaking as Twilight was thrusting upwards into Wild tight heat, The light blonde in his lust filled daze leaned downwards keeping his hands gripped on Twilights broad shoulders to kiss him feverishly.

They spilt apart from their kiss both panting loudly, Wild tilted his head forwards to lay his forehead against Twilights, he felt the Twili marking that feels warmer than Twilights normal skin against his own much cooler forehead.

Wild began moaning loudly as he was getting closer to climaxing “Twi-Twi!” Wild felt his eyes slip close as he let go spilling out onto Twilight chest, he whined in slight overstimulation as Twilight was quickly and shallowly rutting upwards before spilling into Wild.

After the pair calmed down Wild slid off Twilights lap and laid next to him, they breathed deeply suddenly remembering they weren’t alone in the house, they stared at each other before breaking out into giggles hoping the other two also resisting in the cozy house didn’t mind the sudden loud love making session.

#linkshipping #wildlight #link/link #link x link #linkcest #oof 😰#FK!Twilight #FK!Wild #FK!Time #FK!Warriors #Forsaken Knight Au #not lu

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my-soupy-brain · 6 months

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How do you think Ted would make reader feel better if she doesn’t get very naturally wet during sex and needs to use a lot of lube?

He wouldn't mind at all. He'd be more than happy to help because your pleasure is all he's focused on. Let's do something short n' sweet and smutty, eh? SMUTDAY MONDAY! Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Sex confidence issues, smut

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"What's the matter, sugar," Ted asks, looking up from your breasts where his lips are nibbling your soft skin.

You smile. "Nothing."

Ted smirks and climbs back up over you, cupping your face.

"Pants on fire," he chides, kissing your chin, your jaw. "Tell me."

You take a big breath.

"I... um..." He can see the blush climbing up your throat and to your cheeks.

Ted smiles at you earnestly, sweetly. He waits.

"I, um... I don't... I need... down there... it doesn't get w---"

Before you can finish Ted nods.

"Hey, cars need oil, right? Nothin' wrong with that. Do you have any?"

He doesn't miss a beat. You nod.

"In my bag, on the floor," you answer and he nods thoughtfully, getting up and finding it.

"This it?" he asks, holding up a tube of lubricant. You nod, still blushing.

Ted opens it and smiles. "Smells good!"

You chuckle, loving how open and honest and accepting he is.

"How much you want?"

You watch as he opens the tube to his fingertips, waiting for an answer.

Never in your life have you had a partner so eager, so nonchalant. No one ever made you feel small, but no one ever made you feel so...welcome.

"Um, like a quarter size amount?" you ask, and he looks at you with a raised eyebrow. He puts some on his fingertips and lets you see.

"That enough?" You nod.

"Good," he says, leaning between your legs with his hand, his fingertips grazing you, rubbing the lube against you. His fingers are warm and it feels so good, that your body already responds.

He smiles at you as he whispers.

"See? How can somethin' that feels so good be bad? Look at you..." he answers quietly, his eyes wide in wonder at how your body is responding to just his touch.

"More?" you ask politely and he nods, adding more to his fingers, rubbing it against you and watching for your response.

This man is playing your body like a violin.

He slides two fingers inside to help you along, and he leans over to let you know...

"You feel perfect, sugar. Just perfect..."

You smile and blush at the compliment and he asks quietly in your ear. "Ready?"

"Yes, oh God, yes..."

He adds some lube to his hand to stroke himself a couple of times, before lining up to you, sliding in inch by inch. Once he's seated inside, he leans down to kiss you before tentatively moving his hips.

"That feel OK?" he asks. "Please tell me if you need more."

Your heart bursts with the love and comfort he shows you. You nod.

"It feels...incredible..." you answer, a hitch in your breath. Ted finds your hand and laces his fingers with yours, kissing them one by one.

"Good."

You wrap your legs tighter with him, your bodies moving in a shared rhythm, the bed squeaking make you both smile. When he hears you moan, and then clutch his back, your lips against his shoulder, he leans against your ear with a low drawl.

"Y'feel so damn good," he whispers. "So beautiful, so gorgeous..."

You smile at the praise, because you know he means it.

With more movement, more thrusts, more kisses, more whispers, your body continues to respond more and more, and it's effortless harmony when you make love with Ted.

He holds you close, he's tender and sweet, but he knows the angles, and responds to every moan you give him so he knows what to do next.

When your stomach tightens and your cheeks flush, he leans close to you, kissing your lips and urging you on. "Yeah, baby, that's it...oh, you feel so good...you're gonna make me..."

"Oh God! Oh God... oh Ted, baby...I'm..."

Your body gives way, unleashing a relentless orgasm that pulses around him, making his own hips stutter with a release of his own.

He tucks his face into your neck, taking a breath, kissing you softly until he reaches your lips, your fingers grazing through his messy hair.

"Perfect," you answer. "You're perfect."

Ted smiles and kisses you.

"Perfect meets perfect. It's perfect," Ted says with a little joke, making you both giggle as you catch your breath with each other, wrapped in his sheets.

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I truly believe Ted is the best lover anyone would ever experience. Whether you want it dirty and fast, or slow and sensual, that man reads emotions like a researcher and can make you feel... perfect. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso x you #ted lasso smut

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aydann-runs · 7 months

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“Hey, were you expecting a package?” Michael calls from the hall where he’s just closing the front door.

Oh fuck. He’d meant to intercept that particular delivery before Michael saw it. “Um, yeah,” he answers. “That’s, uh, it’s for me.”

“It says ‘personal care products’ on the outside. Did you get us some new, fancy lube?” Michael asks, and when he rounds the corner to the living room, he has his pocket knife out and is about to open the box.

“No!” Alex says, and Michael whips his head up at the sharp tone. Alex takes a breath and modulates his voice to something more reasonable. “I mean, it’s just something for me. Not us. But I guess you could use it, too, if you want. You don’t have to. I don’t know if I’m even going to. It seems kind of pointless…”

Michael folds his knife closed and sets it and the package aside before stepping in to rest his hands on Alex’s shoulders. Michael’s giving him a little space, and Alex sighs inwardly, wondering what stay back vibes he’s giving off.

“Hey, Alex? You know how you don’t come down into my lair without checking it’s okay first?” Michael asks, squeezing his shoulders briefly when he nods. “I can give you space around stuff, too. You just gotta let me know. If this is something private that you don’t want to share, I can respect that.”

Alex scrubs a hand over his face and steps in to close the distance between them, staring pointedly at Michael’s chest through the open collar of his shirt. “It’s not like that. It’s not a secret, it’s just embarrassing. I–” he hesitates and then finishes in a rush, “bought one of those calming face masks.”

And what does it say about Alex that he’s more embarrassed about buying skincare products than sex supplies?

“Okay,” Michael says slowly, dragging out the word. “I’m a little disappointed it’s not fancy lube, but you’re gonna have to explain what’s embarrassing about one of those facial mask thingies.”

Alex sighs and sinks down onto the couch, pulling Michael to sit next to him. “It was a–I guess you’d call it a homework assignment, from my therapist. She’s been encouraging me to stretch beyond my comfort zone, small steps, and this was her suggestion. It’s something totally frivolous and self-indulgent. And my dad,” Alex swallows and gives himself a moment before continuing. “My dad is still in my head more than I like to admit. He would have said something like this was girly and used it as further proof that I’d never be a real Manes Man. So we thought this could be a good fuck you to dear old dad. Something that pushed me a bit, but still felt doable.”

Michael cups his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone, before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Alex’s lips. “I’m proud of you. And it sounds like we have an at-home spa day in our future. I’m sure Iz has candles or essential oils or whatever that she’ll be more than happy to tell me how to use. I can give you a massage, you can show me how to use the mask without it getting caked in my stubble…” Michael trails off.

Alex lets the silence sit between them, lets his mind wander to what a spa day with Michael might be like. What a massage from Michael might be like. And when he flushes, it’s not from embarrassment. “I know you’re disappointed I didn’t buy us any lavish sex supplies, but we do have that Gun Oil that Max gave us when he realized what he bought wasn’t actually oil for his gun–”

“We don’t know it was from Max. It just showed up on our doorstep one day, in its plain, discreet packaging,” Michael interrupts, laughing.

“Its previously opened and resealed with duct tape discreet packaging. It was Max,” Alex says. “But, regardless of the source, I was thinking we could add a bath into our spa day?”

“That can probably be arranged,” Michael agrees, leaning in to kiss Alex again. This time, there’s nothing gentle about it.

#30 day writing challenge #day 13 #write 10 sentences about the last item you bought #it was a face mask #cw: brief mention of internalized homophobia #roswell new mexico #malex fic #ficlet #my fic

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