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I AM GOING INSAAAAAANEEEEEEEEEEE

kinktober day four

roleplay hyunjin x fem!reader

summary: hyunjin has invited you to his art studio where he says you need to brush up on some of your basic art skills.

warnings: professor/college student roleplay, lots of praising, nipple play, unprotected p in v

1.2k words

“are you sure you should be asking a student that, mr. hwang?” you’re sat on one of the stools in the middle of hyunjin’s small art studio. he’s sat across from you, an easel with a large canvas acting as a barrier between you.

he peeks out from behind the easel and pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “knowing basic human anatomy is a very important basic art skill all my students should have an understanding of.” 

“but how am i supposed to learn when you’re the one painting?” you ask while slowly starting to unbutton your shirt.

“a bit of a smart ass, aren’t you?” he retorts, tying his hair back and out of his face.

you giggle and slide the silky white fabric of the shirt down your arms and toss it at the foot of his easel.

“now your skirt,” hyunjin instructs while picking up one of the large brushes from his side table and dabbing into a color and smearing it on the canvas.

you stand up from the stool and make a show of sliding your skirt down to the floor and kicking it with your shirt.

“do you often forget to wear panties when you're having one-on-one meetings with your professors?” hyunjin asks, observing as you sit back on the stool.

“just the hot ones,” you tease. 

hyunjin chuckles and makes his way to where you are sitting. “i’m gonna put you in a pose, and you can’t move or you’ll mess up my proportions, okay?”

you nod and hyunjin slowly parts your legs to face his easel. he places one of your hands on one of your knees and the other to rest gently on your exposed clit. you gasp slightly at the sensation. hyunjin then positions your head to look directly at the easel. he moves back to his seat and admires the positon for a second.

“hmm,” he thinks aloud. “that works.”

he sits back on his stool and grabs another brush and begins to work on the canvas. you’re entranced by his focus expression looking to your and back to the canvas.

“you’re doing so well for me, staying still,” hyunjin praises. 

his words run straight to your core and you whimper softly. the gentle feeling of your fingers resting over your clit are driving you insane.

after about thirty minutes of working silence, hyunjin sighs and leans back to look at the canvas. 

“what’s wrong, mr. hwang?” you ask.

he doesn’t answer you, instead he gets up from the stool again and walks behind you. you notice the tent in his pants as he makes his way around you and you can help the rush of arousal that runs to your core. 

you feel hyunjin’s soft fingers on your back and fidgeting with your bras clasp. you feel the clasp release and your lacy bra fall down your arms, getting caught on your arms. hyunjin walks back to stand in front of you and assists in moving your arms from the spots to remove your bra and places your arms back.

“i need to see your full beautiful figure to finish my painting,” hyunjin purrs, moving one of his hands to your breast and pinching one of your nipples between his finger tips. you moan out in response and hyunjin smiles and sits back on his stool and begins working again.

in between one of his glaces from your body to his canvas hyunjin smirks.

“what are you thinking, mr. hwang?” you ask, curious about his expression change.

“i’m debating on if i should paint the puddle you’ve made on my stool,” he laughs.

you face flushes a deep run and you quickly look down at the stool below you.

“i didn’t say you could move,” hyunjin snaps. you quickly look back up at him and fix your pose.

hyunjin laughs again. “i’m doing final touches now, it’ll only be a minute longer.”

he keeps to his word and as the minute passes hyunjin turns the easel around to face you. you stare at the painting for a bit. embarrassed that its your naked body on the canvas, but amazed by his ability to capture details in such a short amount of time.

“it looks amazing, mr. hwang,” you say sweetly. 

“thank you, y/n.” he smiles.

“will you now tell me how i can improve my own work?” you ask.

“touch yourself for me,” hyunjin says blankly. “you deserve a reward for being so good for me.”

you whimper and slowly and finally put pressure on your begging clit. you rub small circles on the aching bud and hyunjin watches in awe. after a minute, hyunjin unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down just enough to free his aching cock. 

hyunjin notices your attention shift from his face to his cock. “come here, y/n.”

you quickly get up from the wet stool and make your way in front of hyunjin. “yes, mr. hwang?”

hyunjin puts his hands on your hips and guides you to stand above his lap. he grabs his cock with one of his hands and lines it up with your entrance. you slowly slide down on his member and wrap your legs around hyunjin’s middle. you place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself and hyunjin moves his hands down to cup your ass and meets his lips with yours. 

hyunjin kisses you with passion and lust like never before. he begins to thrust his hips up to meet yours and you both into each other's mouths. hyunjin stands up from the stool and walks you both over to his desk and sits you down on it. he breaks away from the kiss and places one of his hands on your hip and the other to cup your cheek.

“mr. hwang, please fuck me,” you purr.

“jesus,” hyunjin moans. 

he slowly slides his cock out of your slick hole and slams it back in quickly. he starts to fuck into you at a steady pace. you move one of your hands down to your clit and rub circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves. you unconsciously clench down on his cock and hyunjin hisses and quickens his actions.

you both moan out loudly and hyunjin moves his head so that his mouth is next to your ear.

“do you fuck all your professors, y/n?” hyunjin grunts.

you shake your head, “no, just you.”

“good girl,” hyunjin moans.

he moves his hand from your cheek and grabs the underneath of your knee and push it up against your body. the new position has you seeing stars and moaning out of control.

“hyunjin! please!” you cry.

“what did you just call me?” hyunjin grunts.

“i’m sorry!” you exclaim. “mr. hwang, i’m sorry.”

“good girl, good girl,” he says before pulling you into another kiss.

you whimper loudly and feel yourself coming closer to your release. you pull away first.

“mr. hwang, can i cum please?” you whimper.

“fuck, yes, cum with me, please.” hyunjin moans. he quickened his pace and with a few more thrusts you both finish with loud moans and cries. 

hyunjin slowly continues to fuck both of your through your orgasms and you rest your tired head onto his chest. when hyunjin stops he sighs loudly and places one of his hands on the back of your head and rubs small circles on your scalp. 

“you’re such a good student, y/n,” hyunjin giggles.

“thank you, mr. hwang,” you mumble into his soft chest.

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Horror Convention || No. 9 Gloryhole w/ Horror Characters x Fem! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

Word Count: 1995

Warnings: gloryhole, free use, exhibition, overstimulation, large cock, vaginal sex, gangbang if you squint, vagianl fingering, mask kink, stranger sex, cosplaying oral sex, blow jobs, hand job, spit as lube, multiple orgasms,

You were going to a horror convention, it was your first one and you couldn't be more excited to go. You were wearing a slutty freddy krueger outfit excluding the knife coves because they sold out at the spirit halloween. It was too late to buy any online. You were wearing a ripped up black and red cropped top, a jean mini skirt, some stressed thigh-highs and wedges.

When you finally got inside the convention center, there were a lot of things going on with an unsettling low amount of security personnel around. It was a bit overwhelming but you were going to push through it just fine. It was full of cosplaying horror characters, new and old, popular and niche. Even horror shorts films, tv shows and games.

“Can I take a picture with you? I really like the freddy outfit,” the muffled voice of a guy said behind an old respirator.

Oh yeah sure, I like your outfit too. It's from my bloody valentine right?” you lean into the guy so he could take the photo. The guy pulls you close to him for the picture, then he turns to face you.

“Yeah I've had this for a while now.” he laughs and crosses his arm.

“Well it's super cool, practically identical to the movie.” you look him up and down, he was a carbon copy of the original.

“A bunch of my buddies and staff are hosting an event on the west wing in an hour. You should totally go. “ The Harry warden cosplayer handed a pass for the event. ‘Glory Horror’ printed on the card.

“Yeah I will be there.” you nod and take the pass. You can't believe you got an event pass for free.

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An hour had passed, you had bought a scream poster, a friday the 13th shirt and the regret of your shoe choices. You push past the last part and make your way to the event. It was a ways away from everything else which was a bit suspicious but not enough for you to turn around. You show the bouncer guy your pass and ID, because you guess this is an 18 plus event.

You take a seat in the front, the seats were really comfortable. The lights were dim and the walls around the panel looked sound proof. This was super fancy for a panel. It makes you wonder what's going to happen, especially with how fast the room is getting filled with horror fans such as yourself. Most of them were wearing masks from what you can see in the dark space.

A bright red stage light hits the middle of the stage. The familiar guy from earlier that gave you your pass to this event walks to the center. Two other people dragged something onto the stage behind him, also dressed up, one looked like Amanda the pig from the jigsaw moves or the dead by daylight game. The other person was dressed like the monster from Jeepers creepers. There was a large box with a set of holes of different sizes, odd but you find the tv and cameras placed inside and outside the box.

“Welcome to this year's Glory Horror event. Many of you who know about this event already know what's up, but for our virgin Marys let me explain what’s up.” Harry warden cosplayer says through the microphone, his mask muffling his words.

“We’re going to pick a lucky Slasher Slut in the audience to go into the box.” The man snickered as the crowd went wild. Harry looked into the group of seated people, presumably to find someone to put in the box.

“Anything goes when you're behind the veil.” he points to the closed door.

You look around the audience that you were in and they all seemed excited to either be picked or see who was going to end up being picked. You just stare at everyone in confusion.

“You, are you willing to take a dive into carnal pleasures and try out the box?” He points to you from the crowd, when you point to yourself he nods. You stand up, nerves run down your spine as you walk onto the stage. You were surprised with how excited every person in the audience seemed to be that you got picked.

“What am I supposed to do?” you asked while looking at the box.

“It's pretty self explanatory, but you get in the box, the cameras are already set up, we gave you a screen to see the reactions you're giving people.” You nod at him and step into the box, it was large and you could stand up right without being seen by anyone, not counting the screen that was broadcasting you to the outside.

“You can strip down any point and if you want out of the box just push the button to unlock the door.

“You want me to do what now.” you asked from behind the wall, your voice muffled mostly.

“Strip, take off those slutty clothes and either open that pretty mouth or a hole. Prepared to get stuffed in whichever you choose and you can switch at whatever time doll.

You think for a moment, you could back out right now but a part of you wanted to see what happened. With a shaky breath you take off your freddy krueger fit and finally take off your dreadful shoes. You were just in your bra and underwear, taking a seat on your knees in the middle. The bigger hole was covered with a black sheet.

A knock on one of the sides catches your attention, you turn your head and your eyes widen. A veiny cock filled the hole, making it look smaller than it was and it makes your mouth water. You looked over at your screen to see what you're working with, a guy wearing a Michael Myers mask. Your lip quivers as you wrap your fingers around his length.

His balls twitch as you tighten the grip on this stranger’s cock. You use your saliva to wet the tip of his dick. You hear the faint groan of the Myers look alike, it was hot and a turn on for sure. You take his cock deeper in your mouth, almost gagging on it, using your hand to massage his balls and or stroke the rest of his meaty meat.

Another knock from the others size makes you pull your lips off Myer’s member. Someone else had slid their dick into the other hole, the screen splits so you can see the masked figure. It was Brahms, down to the black messy hair, even matches the drapes decorating the base of this man’s uncut dick.

You take your other hand and start to rub at his cute dick. Both of your hands were being filled with their cocks. You were soaking wet from how hot this was and if your hands went filled you would be touching yourself right now. You placed licks on both the dicks one after the other. Even the thought that there were a bunch of people on the other side of this box, watching and listening or maybe even waiting to take a turn with you.

It was hot, you felt hot and you wanted more of all of it. You squeeze the guys dicks as you jerk them both off with determination. Michael myers’ dick twitching was the only short warning you get before he shoots a hot load onto your chest. Your bra ruined with cum makes you pout for a moment before you take the thing off. You put your mouth onto the remaining man and take him down your throat. Brahms cums down your esophagus, his seed tasting weirdly sweet on your tastebuds.

You lick your lips after pulling away the dicks both gone from the holes, making you sigh. You slide off your panties and just as you thought you dripped in arousal. You rub yourself and let out short moans, a guy that was looking like Jason Voorhees pushed his phat cock through the hole. It looked heavy, craving your touch. You touch yourself with one hand while sucking off this fat dick. Even if you couldn’t fit all or even most of it into your mouth you sure as hell tried. You moan against the length of this Jason.

Your fingers thrust into yourself at a similar pace as you sucked and stroked his dick. You come to a stand and turn around, your wet cunt fluttering with horniness. Lining your slit with a guy who looked like a slasher’s dick. You let out a hearty moan as this fat cock stretches you out. You could feel his dick twitch and the man moan from the intrusion. He bottoms out in you, your walls clench around him and then he starts to move slowly in and out of you. You rub your clit as your hole gets pounded into. Another dick pops into the hole in front of you and wraps your hand around it with hesitation. Peaking at the screen in the box you see that it's a guy dressed up in a ghostface outfit.

“Ohshit ohshit ohfucking hell.” you were on the verge of coming and the mix of a Jason hitting all your spots with his girth was making it harder to focus on stroking the guy in front of you.

You try your best to get the other guy to completion but your own impending orgasm was a bit of a distraction to say the least. This Jason guy’s thrust was getting relentless and it was super hot to say the least. You hold on for as long as you could but when you feel the man’s load start to pool down your leg sends you down the edge. Before you could complain about how fast the guy pulled out another guy pushed into you, somehow even thicker and longer than the Jason guy.

You squeeze the hell out of the ghostface and your thumb pushes on his slit. It makes the guy come all over you and hand it a messy gush. The new masked covered hottie was fast enough to work you past that previous orgasm but Jason had given you but now you were getting a bit overstimulated. The faint tapping of the man's pyramid helmet on the box wall makes you giggle. Yet the humor in all of this was cut short from the brutal thrust this pyramid head was giving you.

You were already about to fall into another climax, you couldn't help but scream out a moan that you're sure everyone in the panel heard. Maybe even people outside nearby could hear your whorish moans and whales. This massive curved dick was rubbing your insides just right and your lower half couldn't take much more of it, not standing up like you are right now at least. You reach another chaotic mind altering, pussy spasming, leg trembling, back arching, toe curling climax that almost gives you whiplash an.

You feel the sticky seed fill your cunt and pull out with lackluster pace, almost like he didn’t want to leave your warmth so it takes a minute or so before he actually does . When the pyramid head finally pulls out, your body drops to the stage ground with a thud. You were panting like a dog, cum was dripping out of you and sticking to your thighs. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you try to catch your breath.

“This is the best Horror con ever.” you say breathlessly, as you look at another dick slipping into one of the holes. Checking your provided inside the box you see who it is, the host of this event… it’s Harry warden.

Kinktober 2024

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So I have never done a kinktober before but I really wanted to do one this year, I'm posting about it now so that way I have plenty of time to get the drabbles done by.

I hope to write a drabble per day of course except for 2 days (those 2 days I will be participating in another event)

Reminder that nothing will start posting until October (please don't be that bitch and ask for updates)

All fics will be dom idol and sub reader

Letting my besties know hehe!! @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @ja3hwa @anyamaris @whatudowhennooneseesyou @shinestarhwaa

KINKS finished!!!!

Ice play - bts taehyung

wax play - skz chan

handcuffs - skz hyunjin

choking - atz Seonghwa

vaginal fisting - bts jungkook

double pen - bts taehyung

edging - skz minho

overstim - bts jimin

needle play - bts hoseok

breast appreciation nipple clamps - bts yoongi

cockwarming - atz wooyoung

electro stim - bts jungkook

breath play other (not choking) - bts jimin

long tern denial - atz hongjoong

dacryphilia - atz wooyoung

exhibitionism - atz san

voyeurism - skz jisung

anal fisting - skz changbin

total deprivation (blindfoldes, earplugs, ball gag) - skz Jeongin

shibari - atz jongho

suspension - bts namjoon

omoroshi - skz seungmin

Spreader bar - skz felix

thigh riding - atz yunho

impact play - atz mingi

mirror sex - atz san

Period sex - bts seokjin

remote consults behind enemy lines [kinktober 2023: formal wear…and role play(?)]

See the full Kinktober 2023 Collection here! 'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: 2020, during the filming of Loki Season 1

Summary: You casually reveal that you consulted on costume design for another supersuit, leading to an unexpected reaction from your boyfriend

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, don't u dare even try me); kinda public sex; unprotected p in v; role play; clothed sex; language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: established relationship; Reader's wearing a dress; Tom's wearing Loki's coronation armor; mango namedrop (i couldn't resist 🤣)

This was absolute torture in the most devilishly delicious way. Sitting in front of the monitor and watching your boyfriend acting out a scene wherein Loki was about to step in to the role of Crown Prince of Asgard because Thor had "gone missing" due to one of the god's shenanigans turning his brother into a literal frog, wearing the very costume that had the internet running amok with how it made certain parts of him so prominently shaped that Marvel's considerably lower budget back then had to make room for extra editing to keep the final cut family friendly.

You never thought the day would come that you would see him in that costume just mere feet away from you. And to have him take on that majestic stance with his feet shoulder width apart and arms outstretched as he basked in the applause and praise that the people of Asgard were showering him with?

"Fucking end me," you muttered as soon as Kate yelled for them to cut the cameras.

"Okay now I get why they needed the extra CGI budget for that bulge fucking Christ on a crutch," Bryan commented, lightly nudging at your shoulder to snap you out and stop you from shamelessly staring. "Why madam, should I go get you a paper towel or something for that bit of drool at the corner of your mouth?"

"Better get one for yourself as well, Bry. Now stop ogling my boyfriend before I get tempted to check if those prop daggers have any stab in them."

He gave you a playful scandalized look before walking away, making a big show of wiping his sleeve at the corner of his mouth to get a laugh out of you.

You turned back to face the monitor, only to have your face inches away from the 'fabled mango' that had a rather large corner of the internet in absolute shambles whenever a picture would be released that had it in plain view. Your eyes traveled upwards until they met with Tom's ocean blue ones, your boyfriend greeting you with a wide smile and a wicked gleam in his eyes that he was barely trying to keep contained.

"I suggest you take a step back unless you're fully prepared to give all our colleagues a show," you warned him, starting to mirror the expression on his face.

"But this is such an enticing view, sweetheart, why would I want to give it up?" he shot back, fingertips lightly tracing along your jawline. "And I highly doubt that you're fully prepared to give our colleagues a show."

You only responded to him by slowly running your tongue across the top row of your teeth. "Are you sure about that, sweetie?" That made him take a step back, causing you to break out into a wide grin and scrunching your nose at him. "So how's the costume feel?" you asked him while you two walked toward his trailer.

"Surprised it still fits, if I'm being honest," he answered you with a slight laugh. "Actually it might…fit a little better than it did a decade ago."

"Ooh, good you're still here." You both gave Kate a small wave as she jogged up to you. "I was about to tell you to make your way to Costuming to see if you needed any adjustments. Looks like you read my mind." She gave a quick look at your now joint hands, Tom hooking his finger around one of yours. "Y/N, I'm sure you can handle any adjustments he'll need so you two can go and work on that while we're setting up for the shot with the prop frog. And in case you two wanna say hi, Chris will be here today to record his lines as Frog Thor."

As if on cue, you heard a booming voice from several yards away. "Hi, Brother! Hi, tiny terror! Am I gonna be an uncle yet??"

"Not yet, Chris!" you both hollered back at him, making the Australian wave his hand in a jokingly dismissive manner at you before stepping in to the ADR area.

"There is something new about this costume now that I quite like," Tom spoke up again when you were just outside his trailer. "When I first had it, the inner layer under the metalwork used to be just one piece, like a bodysuit. Made it a whole affair just to go to the bathroom. Now it's a shirt and trousers setup and has a suspender mechanism worked into the metal to secure the bottom half in place. Made my day much easier."

"Well you're very welcome, sweetie," you responded absentmindedly, closing the trailer door.

"This was your work, goddess?"

"Uhm...yeah. I did some remote consultation last year for another superhero costume. The actor's main concern was how he'd pee while wearing the thing, so I drew up some sketches, made his suit a bit modular. But it was gonna be a conflict of interest if they got me for costume design considering my involvement with Marvel, so we minimized my work to justify not including my name in the credits."

You let out a tiny yelp feeling him walk behind you, arms wrapping around your waist as his nose traced a line from your collarbone to your ear. "Hmm…conflict of interest? So DC, then?" he rasped, nipping at your earlobe.

"Uh huh," you answered him breathlessly, leaning in to his embrace. "What I learned making the sketches for the Batsuit, I adapted into the adjustments for your costumes."

Something in the air shifted once the words left your mouth. His hold on you shifted into what almost felt…possessive. "Precious little mortal." The growl in his voice had you growing weaker in his arms. "Consulting behind enemy lines. For the man that I knew for a fact once held your attention so…fervently."

"Why sweetie, are you--Are you jealous? It was a college crush, and a light one at that." You turned in his arms to pull him into a quick kiss that quickly became heated, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs to lift you off your feet and press you against the wall of his trailer's tight entryway.

"It should matter not, so long as you remember that you are mine," he murmured against your lips, securing your body against the wall before moving to undo the suspenders under the metal armor by his hips. "Do you know what I particularly enjoy about your modifications, sweet Y/N?"

You shook your head at him, feeling your arousal pooling between your legs as he smirked at you, hearing the snap of the suspenders from underneath the armor coming off.

"Ease of access," he said simply, shuffling his pants down his thighs and freeing his quickly hardening length. His smirk widened into a devilish grin when he slipped his hand between your legs to find nearly drenched panties. "So gloriously eager…" he teased, moving the fabric to the side.

A high-pitched moan slipped from your lips when he eased his way into you, inch by torturous inch, in shallow thrusts. "Tom, sweetie I--"

"Thomas isn't here right now, pet."

Oh God. Oh fuck. "Loki?!"

"Such a clever little mortal," he grunted, starting to move in shallow thrusts, the tip of his cock easily brushing against a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars especially from this angle. "Tell me you're mine." He let out a staggered breath, groaning into the crook of your neck as your warmth surrounded him. "T-Tell me who this gloriously tight p-perfect little quim belongs to."

"Y-You--oh f-fuck!" you told him shakily. "I belong to you. I'm yours, I'm all yours."

Obscene moans bounced off the walls of his trailer as he bit and sucked at your neck, working his hand between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit. "Louder, darling. Say my name. Scream it. Let everyone who dares listen know that only I may claim you like this."

Your body started to shake with how hard your climax hit you, your walls fluttering and clenching around him while you let out a guttural scream of "LOKI!" that might've scratched your throat halfway raw. Before you could say it again, he slanted his mouth over yours, muffling both your screams in a heated kiss that felt rife with desperation as you felt his release starting to fill you, his hips jerking in a staggered rhythm.

It barely crossed your mind that this might get you into a heaping pile of trouble. That you might have just put your job at stake for a quickie with your boyfriend. He broke the kiss with a slight gasp, kissing a path from your cheek down to your neck while you both took deep breaths coming down from your high.

When you heard his breaths grow softer you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and upper back, lightly stroking his hair before you tried to talk, the intensity of the last few minutes still having you struggling to form any coherent words. "Tom?"

You felt a slight wave of relief when he answered you softly. "Yes, goddess?"

"Look at me, sweetie." You pressed a soft kiss to his temple before he pulled away from your neck, nearly blacked out eyes meeting your own. "I love you. Only you." Your hands went to frame his face, thumbs tracing along the lines of his cheekbones. "I don't think I'll ever…No one else could ever--"

Before you could say anything else, he leaned in to cut you off with a kiss, the rest of the words you struggled to say dying off with a whimper at the back of your throat. You still couldn't find it in you to say them anyway. You're it for me. You're the last man I'm gonna love. There won't be an 'after you'.

"You know that, right?" you murmured against his lips, settling for those words instead.

"I do." He quickly stole another kiss from you before continuing, "Some days it just gets to me. The thought that someday someone might--"

"That will never happen." You crossed your hands behind his neck, pulling him close enough that he could rest his forehead on yours. "Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you're kinda stuck with me, sweetie."

"I may want to get that in writing one of these days," he shot back, his hands lightly grasping your sides before he pressed your bodies even closer together, if such a feat were even possible. "And if anything, you're stuck with me. There's no version of my future that I could ever see that doesn't have you with me."

He started to move inside you again, leaving you no choice but to process his words later, his hips moving in long, slow thrusts that had you feeling every devastating inch of him. "Again?" you whimpered breathlessly.

"You should know me well enough by now, goddess," he whispered, a devilish smile gracing his features and searing an image so erotically charged into your memory. "Once is never enough."

That was the day you agreed that quickies would never be an option again moving forward.

A/N: Another Kinktober 2023 story in the bag! Wait hold on…if I knocked out two prompts in this (kinda sorta), does this mean I only have 2 more to go before I get my initial goal or are y'all gonna absolutely snipe me ded if I pull that technicality? 🤣

I know I said 'bath/shower' with Magnus was next but I parallel-wrote that with this and this one got the banging out first while the other still has me blocked because smut is just…it's not my strong suit okay--it takes me 5-7 business days to get it done 🥴 Currently parallel writing that and the Conrad piece for 'slow & soft' and the President Loki piece for 'fingering' all at the same time so only time will tell which one of them will go up next 🫡

everything taglist: @simplyholl @loopsisloops @imalovernotahater @coldnique @loz-3 @huntress-artemiss @salempoe @vickie5446 @athalialaufeyson @lokiprompts @kats72 @kikster606 @evelyn-kingsley @lokixryss @thomase1 @mischief2sarawr @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @lunarnights95 @goblingirlsarah @iamlokisgloriouspurpose @creationsbyme @maple-seed @mjsthrillernp @ladyofthestayingpower @mygfloki @sititran @glitterylokislut @ozymdias @fictive-sl0th  @lokidbadguy @mochie85 @silverfire475 @joyful-enchantress @elizabethmidnight2017 @holdmytesseract @smolvenger @gigglingtiggerv2 @lokidokieokie @superficialdomina @anukulee @kmc1989 @november-rayne @goddessofwonderland @buttercupcookies-blog

kinktober 2023 taglist: @azula-karai-27

Kinktober day 7/8: Size difference + breeding: Miguel O’Hara x reader

Warnings/tags: afab reader, no pronouns but usage of “wife” once. Kinda short, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, size differences, fucking his cum back into you

Honestly, are we really surprised? Of course I used Miguel for these prompts, who else would I use?

Miguel couldn’t help but adore the way you looked beneath him. So tiny, so much smaller than him. So vulnerable, so helpless, so pitiful as you were stretched out on his cock.

The way he could fill you up with cum till you looked stuffed and thoroughly bred, until your belly bulged out and you looked half-pregnant already. He couldn’t help but admire the sight infront of him- one that belonged to solely him… only to thrust right back into you, smirking as you cried in overstimulation, greedily fucking his own cum deeper into you.

No matter how much you squirmed and whined, you both knew Miguel wouldn’t be stopping till he was sure his seed had taken inside of you… and there was nothing you could do to escape, not with the absolute raw physical difference between you two.

The way he towered over you like no one else. How a single one of his hands could easily pin both your wrists above your head, leaving his other hand free to touch and explore.

Really, you should just accept your fate as Miguel’s. Forever.

Miguel’s…. what though? His wife? His bitch? His pregnant little toy?

Simple answer: Yes.

A/n: kinda unhappy that this is so short… I have a sinus infection though. I may add to this once I’m feeling better. Also, it’s kinda funny that I wrote this right after making my previous post.

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

★ ; sleeping beauty. -------------------

Billy Loomis x Fem! Reader.

(kinktober day 5 ; somnophilia. )

istg slashers make me feel smth 😫

tags ; tw! dubcon, marking, squirting, billy cumming on readers face (😫‼️), soft billy at the end. (ill add more if I remember smth)

MDNI.

Billy swore you were doing it on purpose.

Laying down next to him in your skimpy shirt and panties, your cute little butt pressed up against his erection.

You wouldn't mind if he used you relieved himself, would you? After all it was your fault for rubbing up against him, now he can't fall asleep at all.

His hands slowly slid down the waistband of your pants, slowly sliding in between your thighs, his finger circling around your clit.

He slowly bit down on your neck, sucking hickeys as he rutted his hips slowly against your ass, rubbing your clit.

You let out a shaky moan, which encouraged Billy even though he knew you were asleep. He dipped his fingers in between your folds, collecting the slick before taking his hand out from between your thighs and placing the fingers into his mouth.

He slowly slid his shorts off, kicking them off before gently and carefully sliding your panties down.

He lifts your leg up and rubs his cock in between your folds, collecting the slick before slowly pressing the cockhead in.

He groaned and threw his head back as he slowly bottomed out inside of your walls. He swore he almost came right there and then.

You let out a long moan, arching your back subconsciously and furrowing your brows, almost stirring awake.

He didn't care if you woke up, honestly it turned him on even more. He sucked hickeys onto your neck while holding your leg up, fucking into you.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, resting his head onto your shoulder before slowly pulling out and rutting into you again, harder, with more passion.

“Wh- Bill- Mmhaaah!” You moaned, waking up, unable to speak as moans kept flowing out your mouth.

“Good morning sweetheart.” He kissed your cheek, rutting in your cunt. “Lay down and relax, I'll take care of ya.” He huffed into your ear, licking a stripe up the backside of your earlobe.

“Billy- Oh go-” You moaned out, feeling overwhelmed from the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you, you're not complaining though.

You lean your head back and look up at him as he fucks you with such intensity. He looked down at you and took the opportunity to catch your lips into a heated kiss. Saliva dripping down your chin as you kissed him in such a sloppy and careless way.

“Billy!- I'm gonna cum!” You moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss as your head went limp on the pillow while Billy plowed into you.

He chuckled and immediately his hand went down to rub circles onto your clit, roughly pressing onto the bud, making you tremble in his hold while your jaw went slack and eyes rolled back, you couldn't produce coherent words, just spilling out nonsense of moans.

“Billybillybilly!” You moaned out his name repeatedly, squirting onto his cock and fingers, squirting all over the bed sheets.

“You made a mess doll.” He spoke proudly, rolling you over onto your back and pulling out of you. He gave his cock a few pumps before spurting all over your face, grunting as he rutted his hips into his palm, squeezing his dick to get the last bit of cum onto your face. “You look so pretty like that.” He spoke, leaning down and collecting some of his cum onto his finger, before slowly sliding it into your mouth.

“I love you.” He kissed your forehead, smiling proudly at you while you looked up at him with a face full of cum.

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day 4 ; cockwarming

↠ "red haired" shanks x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1k warnings: nsfw 18+, public sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“Another round on me, little lady!”

Pirates swarm Partys Bar as you scramble to serve everyone at once. Makino occasionally requested your help whenever she knew it would get busy, and each time you happily obliged. However, the pirate crew was rowdier than usual today, and it seemed as though you couldn’t catch a break.

“I’ll be right with you!” You call out to the pirate as you rush to sweep up some broken glass that was dropped by one of the piss-ass drunk crew members. 

As you pass by, you feel a calloused hand skim the back of your ass. You don’t even have to look behind you to know exactly who it belongs to—Shanks.

You and Shanks have done some things in the past, mostly involving him dragging you away to fuck you when he was pumped up on adrenaline from his time at sea.

You ignore his advances this time, too focused on trying to cater to all of his crew. But the second time you’re forced to pass him, serving more rounds of whiskey to his men, he wraps an arm around the back of your thighs and pulls you towards him.

“Shanks!” You gasp. He paws at your ass from his seat on the stool, kneading the soft flesh as laughs at your surprised expression. “I’m supposed to be working!”

He rolls his eyes. “Makino doesn’t even pay you. Take a break with me.”

You finally comply, silently agreeing that you were working way harder than you wanted to be. Makino was busy with patrons at the other side of the bar, and most of the pirates that you were catering to were either passed out or too drunk to comprehend anything.

Shanks settles you into his lap as he brings his lips to yours. He cups your face with hand as you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning into him. His warmth envelopes you as you play with the ends of his hair while he caresses your backside.

“I want to try something,” Shanks mumbles into your neck as you pull away for some air.

You hum, encouraging him to continue.

“Let me put my cock in you.”

You freeze. Out of all the things he could have said, that was the last thing on your mind.

“Shanks, we’re in public! In—in front of your crew!” You whisper through clenched teeth and look around frantically, hoping no one heard him.

He sighs, a crease forming between his brow. “Not like that. I’m not going to fuck you now. Just…let it rest in there.” He starts to trail kisses down your neck. “It’ll feel good for both of us.”

“But what if they see?” you ask shakily, your hands grasping onto his broad shoulders for support.

Shanks grabs your chin and turns your head to face him. “C’mon, babe. Everyone’s already slurring their speech. They won’t be able to remember anything come tomorrow morning. And if they do, then they just know you belong to me.”

You bite your lip, chewing on it as you get lost in thought. His words had a wave of heat surging through your body, but you still had to think rationally about what you were about to do. It was risky, but it may just be worth it.

“Alright,” you confirm. Shanks grins heartily, smile lines becoming prominent around his eyes. You move your body so that it covers his front, and you start to slowly remove his cock from their breaches. Through his pants you can already feel how hard he was, pulsing through the material.

You pull your skirt up slightly and push your underwear to the side. You dip your fingers inside yourself, not surprised to feel that you were already wet. You lower yourself onto Shanks as he hisses, his cock throbbing as you slowly guide him inside of you.

Fully seated on his lap now, you adjust your skirt so that it covers where the two of you remain connected. 

“There we go,” he soothes. “Nice and full, huh?” You whine and give him a curt nod, trying to stop your body from reacting from the amount of pleasure surging through it at that moment. No one seems to notice what the two of you were doing, but it still sends a thrill down your spine.

You continue to kiss him as you clench down onto cock. He groans at the sensation, pleasing you even more. Shanks runs his hand down to your lower stomach, stroking the area.

“You feel me in there?”

His large hand continues to rub circles in the area, pressing down in spots that make you gasp. You can feel him in there—so much more than usual, now that he’s not pumping in and out. It feels more intimate with him like this, and you lean into his chest as your walls continue to tighten.

You begin to shift ever-so-slightly on top of Shanks and arch into him as he groans into your lips and stills your hips with his hand. “You’re killing me, baby.” 

You laugh, and your pussy clenches around him even more. 

“Won’t be able to last any longer,” he pants and burrows his face into your neck.

“Good,” you tease, smirking as you see his eyes heat up. His cock pulsates, and his orgasm is silent, the only indicator being the clench of his jaw and the slight quiver in his brow.

“Hey, I need some help over here!” Makino’s voice rings throughout the bar, and suddenly you’re brought back to reality, remembering just exactly where you were and what kind of situation you were in. You remove yourself from Shanks’ lap, shuddering at the sudden heat from him leaving your body.

“Coming!” You say, slapping Shanks in the leg as he snickers behind you.

You adjust your skirt, ignoring the cum that starts to leak out of you as you scurry to help Makino with the bar patrons. The whole time, you can feel Shanks’ eyes follow you.

eu prefiro me manter completamente calada sobre tudo isso

quem somos nós meros mortais para falar sobre o rato de academia gunil

AMIGA ESSE HOMEM É UM PECADO SLSISHWOWOSNDBSKOWOEDH meu sofá ficou completamente desconfortável dps disso

Mas como a minha imaginação é fértil não pude deixar de criar coisas pecaminosas na minha cabeça 😈😈😈.

Imagine só, você foi visitar o gun-il no estúdio de gravação e aproveitou para levar o almoço dele, quando as gravações do dia terminassem todos iriam embora primeiro e você encontraria ele sentado assim no sofá, quase dormindo. Não resistindo a tanta beleza e gostosura você foi até ele e se sentou no colo dele fazendo com que ele levasse um leve susto e abrisse os olhos, se acalmando ao ver você.

"Oh amor, que susto... Todos já foram embora?" você disse que sim e ele deixou um beijo rápido na sua bochecha. "É melhor irmos também então" você impediria ele de fazer qualquer movimento e diria que não.

"Não amor, vamos aproveitar que estamos sozinhos aqui... Você ficou tão gostoso nessa roupa, na posição que estava... Não resisti e tive que sentar no seu colo" ele daria uma risada leve e te olharia da forma mais sedutora POSSÍVEL, uma mão dele iria até sua cintura dando um aperto forte enquanto a outra ficaria envolta do seu pescoço.

"Eu sou tão irresistível assim que você não aguenta nem chegar em casa primeiro pra foder comigo?" ele perguntaria deixando os lábios praticamente colados com os seus, você concordaria com um movimento de cabeça. "Uma menina tão carente... Você também é irresistível sabia? Como posso negar foder você aqui mesmo correndo o risco de sermos pegos? Na verdade, isso fica ainda mais excitante".

Você concordou e sorriu, gunil finalmente beijou seus lábios e te incentivou a rebolar nele. Ele te foderia sem dó na posição de cachorrinho, te obrigando a maltratar os lábios com mordidas pra não gemer alto e serem pegos.

EU ESTOU > BIRUTA < 😜😜🤪🤪

Pensando aqui em como taehyun te agarraria pelos cabelos e te beijaria sem muita paciência, em como ele te deixaria encurralada entre ele e a parede gelada da academia, passeando as mãos pelo seu corpo e parando nas nádegas, apertando com força e possessão.

Pensando também em como ele te deixaria de quatro pra ele no chão mesmo, de frente pros espelhos te deixando sem outra opção a não ser ver ele te fodendo com força enquanto segurava sua cintura com um braço em volta, você observava as veias saltadas e os braços fortes dele através do espelho e isso só fazia você ter ainda mais vontade de gozar, tyun puxando seus cabelos te forçando olhar para ele e te dando um beijo feroz e desajeitado fazendo você gozar com uma boa intensidade no pau dele 🤪🤪😖

"DO YOU WANNA PLAY HIDE AND SEEK?" - LEE JEONGHYEON

! SMUT MDI !

"E então princesa? Você quer brincar de esconde-esconde?"

Seu namorado, Lee Jeonghyeon, te perguntou enquanto te deixava presa nele no balcão da cozinha, ele estava entre suas pernas e pressionava o quadril sobre o seu vez ou outra.

Era noite de halloween, o tempo estava feio com direito a uma grande chuva, isso acabou estragando o rolê de vocês pra uma festa de halloween e então vocês acabaram ficando em casa mesmo, vocês assistiram alguns filmes de terror e agora estavam no meio de uma sessão de pegação.

Você estava absurdamente louca pra foder logo com ele, mas do nada ele inventou que queria brincar de esconde-esconde? Obviamente você ficou frustrada, no meio de tantos beijos ele vem com uma ideia tão infantil? Você recusou a ideia dele.

"Espera amor, você não me deixou explicar, não é um esconde-esconde comum, é um especial de halloween vamos se dizer assim"

Você o olhou confusa, ele riu da sua expressão e voltou a explicar enquanto brincava com o decote minimalista da sua blusa.

"Vamos fingir que eu sou tipo um serial killer, na vibe do jason sabe? Você vai se esconder pela casa e eu vou te procurar, a brincadeira vai ser contada no cronômetro por 30 minutos, se eu não conseguir te achar durante esse tempo você vence, mas se eu te encontrar antes do tempo acabar..."

Pelo sorriso dele você havia entendido a proposta dele, oque automaticamente fez você se interessar pela brincadeira e um sorriso se formou nos seus lábios.

"Hum... Desse jeito me pareceu mais convidativo... Tudo bem então, vamos brincar de esconde-esconde"

Jeonghyeon abriu um sorriso de quem já tinha todo um plano na mente, ele se afastou de você e você desceu do balcão da cozinha, o moreno pegou o celular do bolso.

"Bom, o ponto de partida vai ser aqui mesmo, vou contar até 30 pra você ir se esconder e assim que eu terminar vou começar a contar o cronômetro, vale se esconder no andar de cima também"

Você concordou e assim ele te desejou um boa sorte, ele fechou os olhos e começou a contar, você automaticamente saiu correndo pensando aonde iria se esconder. Como você já imaginava aonde tudo isso ia dar (e queria com toda certeza) você pensou em nem fazer tanto esforço pra se esconder, mas o seu lado competitivo falou mais alto.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡ ♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•. ·͙

Você ouviu sons de passos pelo corredor, o lugar que você escolheu para se esconder não era bem o melhor de todos, você optou por se esconder no quartinho aonde vocês guardam produtos de limpeza, era um pouco apertado e desconfortável, mas era um dos poucos lugares que Jeonghyeon não tinha costume de ir.

Os passos deles ficaram cada vez mais próximos e não demorou até que ele parasse em frente à porta do quartinho que você estava, você prendeu a respiração enquanto ouvia ele assoviar e te chamar.

"Aonde você está pequena fugitiva? Eu consigo sentir o seu cheirinho de morango por aqui, eu vou te encontrar e quando isso acontecer eu vou te pegar e não vou largar tão cedo"

O jeito em como ele falou, a voz sedutora e calma, a risada meio psicopata, quase fez você sair do esconderijo por conta própria pra se jogar nos braços dele, mas você se conteve e deixou seu lado competitivo continuar te comandando.

Você esperou os passos dele se afastarem mais e quando isso aconteceu você optou por sair do quartinho e correr pra se esconder em outro local, pensando que não tinha muito tempo você correu para o quarto de hóspedes da casa e fechou a porta, novamente pensando que seria muito fácil ele te encontrar assim você correu e se escondeu debaixo da cama.

Os seus olhos reviraram quando Jeonghyeon entrou no quarto, parecia até que ele tinha um radar ou uma câmera escondida pra rastrear os seus passos. Você observou ele andando pelo quarto enquanto ele continuava assoviando, o moreno foi até o banheiro do quarto e vendo que você não estava lá voltou a procurar pelo quarto.

Você prendeu a respiração e fechou os olhos torcendo pra ele desistir e sair do quarto, quando tudo ficou quieto você pensou que ele tinha ido embora e então abriu os olhos, mas levou um susto ao ver Jeonghyeon te olhando com um sorriso um tanto sádico, dava pra perceber que ele estava realmente se divertindo com a brincadeira.

"Te achei, minha pequena presa... Eu disse que iria te encontrar"

Na mesma hora você rolou pro lado oposto e saiu da cama pronta para correr, não iria aceitar a derrota ainda. Vocês dois ficaram alguns minutos apenas se olhando, o moreno ainda mantinha aquele sorriso no rosto e se demonstrava calmo demais, ele realmente estava entrando no personagem.

"Você realmente vai tentar fugir de novo? Anda, desista logo, você sabe que não vai conseguir fugir"

Por um lado ele estava certo, você não iria conseguir, mas não custava nada tentar não é mesmo?

Você começou a andar para o lado e o garoto seguiu os seus passos, você parou e começou a pensar por onde iria escapar, até que Jeonghyeon subiu em cima da cama indo na sua direção e foi ai que você aproveitou pra correr até a porta. Tinha tudo para isso dar certo, porém ele foi muito mais rápido que você e te impediu de chegar até a porta te segurando por trás, ele deu uma risadinha e deixou um beijo no seu pescoço.

"Te peguei gatinha, eu disse que você não iria conseguir escapar"

Você arrepiou de leve com a voz grave que ele fez no seu ouvido, você suspirou e se virou para ficar de frente à ele, seu coração acelerou só de ver aquele rostinho lindo pertinho do seu.

"Ok, eu desisto, você venceu... E agora que me pegou o que vai fazer comigo? Me matar?"

Você perguntou fazendo uma voz falsa de medo, ele riu e do nada agarrou seus cabelos com uma mão começando a te guiar até a cama.

"Sim, vou te matar, mas é de prazer... Bem melhor, não é mesmo?"

O moreno te jogou na cama e ficou te olhando por breves segundos, só isso já fez você ficar molhada pra caralho. Jeonghyeon tirou toda a roupa e te lançou um olhar que você já conhecia muito bem. Sem ele dizer nada você ficou de quatro na cama, perto da beirada, o garoto sorriu e se aproximou de você, deixando o pau convidativo praticamente na sua cara.

"Olha só que menina inteligente, nem precisei dizer nada e você fez exatamente o que eu queria, assim que eu gosto... Agora você também sabe o que tem que fazer né? Ou será que eu vou ter que te lembrar essa parte?"

Você sabia exatamente o que tinha que fazer, mas quis brincar um pouquinho com a sanidade dele.

"Sabe Jeong... Acho que eu esqueci... Você poderia me lembrar?"

Ele riu irônico com o tom manhoso e falso que você fez, ele agarrou novamente seu cabelo com uma mão e com a outra segurou o próprio pau.

"Abre a porra da boca".

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡ ♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡♡⑅*˖•.

Você gemeu alto depois de mais um tapa forte deferido nas suas nádegas, primeiro ele chupou você muito bem depois do trabalho incrível que você fez no pau dele, em segundo ele te fodeu com os dedos dele, em terceiro fodeu você segurando seus braços sobre os seus seios e agora estava te chupando novamente, mas dessa vez enquanto você estava de quatro, segurando com firmeza a cabeceira da cama.

Jeonghyeon dava tapas fortes nas suas nádegas e apertava com vontade enquanto chupava a sua boceta inteira, você estava sensível por já ter gozado três vezes então você não conseguia controlar os gemidos. Suas pernas começaram a tremer e percebendo isso o garoto balançou a língua para os lados fazendo com que você viesse novamente na mesma intensidade das outras vezes.

Ele se afastou de você e segurou sua cintura, você suspirou recuperando o fôlego e olhou para ele vendo que ele estava sorrindo e limpando o canto da boca.

"Você é realmente impressionante, gozou pela quarta vez e sem reclamar de estar sensível, é por isso que eu te amo, você sabe né?"

Sem forças pra responder você apenas concordou com a cabeça, ele te deu um beijo rápido e pegou o próprio pau pincelando na sua entrada.

"Vamos para o último round? Eu sei que você consegue, você faz qualquer coisa pra levar o meu pau, certo garotinha bonita?"

Você estava cansada, sim, mas era Lee Jeonghyeon e você sempre dava o seu máximo pra ter vários rounds com ele, mesmo que isso resultasse em você não conseguindo andar no dia seguinte.

"Sim Jeonghyeon, eu faço qualquer coisa... Me fode de novo, pela última vez dessa noite, por favor"

O moreno suspirou e sorriu pra você, ele tinha ficado definitivamente feliz com o fato de você sempre dar o seu melhor, ele empurrou o pau na sua entrada devagar pra não te machucar pois ele sabia que você estava muito sensível, ele respeitou o seu tempo e foi empurrando mais sempre que você desse o sinal pra ele.

Quando ele já estava por inteiro dentro de você e você deu o sinal positivo pra ele os movimentos de vai e vem começaram devagar, ele apertava sua cintura e deixou os lábios próximos ao seu ouvido, dizendo coisas como "eu te amo", " você é perfeita pra mim", "foder você é a melhor coisa do mundo".

Em questão de minutos ele voltou a ser mais agressivo, empurrando o pau na sua entrada com força e agilidade, seus gemidos altos e as mãos quase que soltando a cabeceira da cama, Jeong agarrou seu cabelo com as duas mãos e forçou pra trás, fazendo você olhar para ele.

"Quero que olhe pra mim, quero que veja o quão bem eu me sinto fodendo você"

Isso foi o suficiente pra você sentir as suas pernas tremerem de novo, você viu a expressão de prazer dele e percebeu que ele também estava perto.

"Vamos juntos amor, goze dentro de mim dessa vez, não quero que você saía"

Você disse pra ele e isso fez ele gemer junto de você, ele soltou seu cabelo e voltou a segurar sua cintura aumentando a força pra te fazer gozar mais rápido.

E funcionou, você veio primeiro que ele, sentiu escorrer pelas suas pernas, olhando isso não demorou que o garoto viesse também, você sentiu ele te preenchendo muito bem, ele ficou um tempo parado na posição atrás de você, saindo só depois que ele tivesse colocado tudo dele em você.

Você caiu exausta na cama, sentindo as pernas tremendo e doloridas, ele se deitou do seu lado e te puxou pra perto dele, te envolvendo em um abraço de urso enquanto fazia carinho na sua cintura.

"Me desculpe pela brutalidade com você princesa, mas eu não resisti, você é gostosa demais"

Vocês dois deram risada com a fala dele, você olhou para ele e sentiu o coração quentinho, você é apaixonada por ele e isso nunca iria mudar.

"Tudo bem amor, você sabe que eu amo o nosso sexo selvagem, é exatamente por isso que eu faço o meu máximo pra ter vários rounds com você"

"Muito bom saber disso viu, eu também amo o nosso sexo, eu amo tudo entre a gente, eu amo você"

Suas bochechas não deixaram de ficar levemente vermelhas, o garoto riu e te deu um beijo demorado, vocês ficaram abraçados por longos minutos até que decidiram ir tomar um banho.

"Pra te recompensar e mostrar que sou muito bom em cuidados posteriores eu vou dar banho em você e te dar o anticoncepcional"

Ele te pegou no colo e te levou para o banheiro, deixando você sentada na pia ele voltou para o quarto indo até sua gaveta pra pegar o anticoncepcional. Você observou ele e sorriu boba, o seu amor por ele era muito grande e sabia que o dele por você também era.

Depois de tudo, quando foram se deitar pra dormir, você se sentia aliviada pelo clima ter estragado o rolê de vocês, passar o halloween em casa com o Jeonghyeon foi mil vezes melhor do que ir pra festa.

TEENAGE DREAM - SHIN YECHAN

yechan × female header | sugestivo/smut (não explícito) & fluff

! música de inspiração

Você se sentia a mulher mais feliz do mundo ao lado de Yechan, mas também como que você não iria se sentir assim? Tudo nele é perfeito, desde a aparência até a personalidade alegre e brincalhona.

A viagem de lua de mel de vocês estava sendo incrível, vocês se hospedaram em um hotel de frente à uma praia em Jeju, o lugar era lindo e de alguma forma passava uma sensação mágica, como se tudo oque vocês estavam vivendo fosse um conto de fadas.

No começo da manhã vocês tomavam café juntos no restaurante do hotel, conversavam sobre muitas coisas e obviamente seu agora marido não deixava de dizer o quanto ele te ama e o quanto ele quer que essa viagem te faça feliz.

Depois aproveitavam o sol mais leve da manhã pra irem curtir a piscina e depois a praia, você não sabia nadar muito bem então Yechan sempre dava um jeito de manter as mãos perto de você, ou em você, seja te abraçando, segurando suas mãos, segurando firmemente suas pernas ao redor da cintura dele, evitando que você corra o risco de se afogar.

Durante a tarde vocês deram um passeio pela cidade, conhecendo os postos turísticos e os restaurantes mais recomendados, tiraram muitas fotos juntos e dos lugares, Yechan faria você ter a melhor tarde da sua vida.

Quando chegasse à noite vocês teriam optado por ir em uma das festas que o próprio hotel fazia, era em um espaço aberto que dava acesso à praia, vocês se divertiram muito juntos, dançado e bebendo também, e lá mesmo o clima entre vocês teria ficado um tanto... intenso.

Chegando no quarto de hotel em meio a um beijo apressado e intenso, Yechan fecharia a porta do quarto e te encostaria nela, se separando apenas pra começarem a se despir e Yechan te pegaria no colo, ele te colocaria com cuidado na cama e sem dizer nada iria beijar seu pescoço e deslizar as mãos pelo seu corpo... Em meio a suspiros e gemidos os corpos de vocês se entrelaçariam intensamente, vocês dois declarando um ao outro o quanto se amam.

Após o ato, abraçados na cama entre os lençóis, fazendo carícias um no outro você diria pra ele "amor, você me faz sentir como se eu estivesse em um sonho adolescente", Yechan abriria um sorriso amoroso e acariciando seu rosto ele diria "e você é o meu sonho adolescente princesa, eu te amo".

Vocês demoraram pra dormir, as emoções eram fortes e vocês queriam passar mais tempo olhando um pro outro, mas antes do amanhecer finalmente conseguiram se entregar ao sono, dormindo seguros e felizes nos braços um do outro.

💲🐖 Put Your Money where your mouth is. Oink. (Female OC x Paypig reader)

• Warnings: Paying behaviour, human ATM, money slave to a femdom, soft femdom, blackmail, non consensual humiliation and soft financial domination, soft bullying, the femdom is my female OC. SFW.

∆ MINORS DNI? Viewer discretion is advised. Safe for work. ∆

Summary: You were going to be owned, completely, financially by a bratty bachelorette who shoves you past your limit and wallet to entertain her at her own party.

🥴 Author's Note: First time writing more humiliation stuff (fun fact I am slightly stressed so gimme your monei) hope it's good guys and happy Halloween!! 1.9k words!💲💲💲And to Yall little cash piggies, send my Kofi or paypal some love and plenty of cash 🥱just do it cause piggies don't get a say so, I do.

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It isn't love at first sight but a deep reverence when you lay eyes on… Her. Lucky for you, you aren't going broke anytime. Famous last words until paycheck day.

"Like, honestly," the redhead woman clicks her tongue, tone deliciously condescending. "I'm doing YOU a favour."

Laura fingers the stack of random dollar bills on the high bar table across from you, taking her sweet time counting all your hard earned cash right in front of your sweat dripping face.

"See how good I'm treating your– Hah!– I mean, it's MY money now. You should practise more gratitude in your life before someone else does it better for you." Like a slave, you find yourself nodding along agreeingly to a woman you barely knew.

She sounds pleased with herself for a second as she mentally totalled the amount in her hands, then a flicker of her smokey gaze sets on you in hardened dissatisfaction and your body shivers in delightful cold sweat. The good kind that buries itself in the lower part of your jeans. You never knew you could be this turned on in your life.

Helplessly, your eyes track her newly bridal manicures combing through the money you tributed her, as she hums along to the song being played overhead, a classic nude shade matching her cocktail dress though tastefully chosen– you know in your heart of hearts that it could've been done better. She could've and should be treated to better things. 

A goddess like her, albeit a not-so-single stranger you just met and got pressured into joining the fun, deserves even more. 

Exaggeratingly you clear your throat to be heard over the surrounding chatter, heart hammering in it when you gesture politely to her hands. "Can I pay for your nails? When you want new ones, of course." 

In nervous wait, you dare not to make eye contact until sensing her sharp gaze on you.

Her electric pink lips purse upwards before she releases a genuine laugh at you, making her abundant auburn curls bounce over her bare shoulders. "Awww how sweet… Oh you would like to, now wouldn't you?"

Laura checks her nails under the soft light like she's assessing how much of your offer is deserving of her acceptance… Not that you would know what a goddess like her is thinking, you could only anxiously (and excitedly) guess in your stuffy seat. 

"Well? Don't waste my precious time, it's nothing like yours." She snaps, one hand tightly gripping the tribute money while she pointedly looks at her empty open palm expectantly and beckoning for more. More of the hidden money in your large pockets.

Hesitantly, with an obvious nervousness at this interaction, you fished out a large crisp bill from your wallet and placed it carefully in her open palm. Hoping the amount would please her.

- $1000 

"Wow… Wooooww, I can't believe you're trying to be a smartass little piggy," Laura scoffs viciously, easily crumbling the bill in her hand to make a show of her point.

The degrading nickname she called you had sent multiple electric waves down to your… growing arousal.

"A thousand dollars isn't nearly enough for the kind of nails I want. I can't believe you tried to trick me, Me. Do you know who I am?!" 

Your mind instantly answers that she is a goddess, unlike your delayed mouth. "N-No?" Crap.

"A worthless virgin piece of shit like you should be bowing to me right now, heck, you should feel grateful for every second you BREATHE in my air. Get down on your knees, pig." There was a slight mutter of disgust beneath her breath as her ruby lips curled in displeasure, sending you to instantly bow forwards and fall onto your knees like a loose Russian doll. 

Her disgust further grew at the sight of your eager and willing display to please her.

No doubt some of the bar patrons' curious gazes skirt to you like, some bubbles of laughter towards your display of obedience while most ignored what was going on. You just became another piece of entertainment for an uncaring and leering audience.

"Hmph. At least you can listen, that's not too bad… But I can't believe you're actually doing this. This is so embarrassing for you, ugh." Laura giggled almost delightfully into her hand after a quick glance down at you by her feet. 

"Now go make yourself a little useful and get me and my girlfriends some bottles."

And you did. The server coming by had to bend down to take your order from your position on the floor, an uncomfortable look from them all the while smiling professionally.

Laura didn't talk to you for the rest of the party, just chit chatting with the ladies and other people with a full glass of bubbly. It was difficult to convince yourself to change sitting positions to relieve the burning numbness in your thighs and legs when you'd sense Laura's overwhelming grey gaze over you as if to check whether or not you listened well. 

The smallest quirk of her auburn eyebrows gave you the feeling while she wasn't exactly pleased- she had approved, even without sparing another word. The tingles across your spine from knowing that was wonderful.

You felt that hours must've passed but in reality the night had just begun.

Excusing herself for the restroom, Laura got off the bar stool and in the process accidentally her heels half-stepping on your thigh, gifting you sharp and hard pain. She let out a laugh as she disappeared to the back of the bar while you swear you could still feel the indent and shape of her stiletto heels.

A cute mousy woman looks down at you with eyes shining in concern before returning her attention to the rest of her drunken friends at the table. "Don't you guys think she's being a little mean to that poor man?" 

The drunkest woman hiccuped and smacked the table, loudly scoffing. "Oh please! He wants to be here, it's his choice- if you were really worried about him then you would've tried to pull us all away from here. But you didn't, so it's not that bad." 

"A pathetic fuck is what that is, the poor guy." Another friend of Laura's laughed snidely, downing a shot from the third round of drinks that you paid for. 

You were just there, an existing humiliation as the conversation continued to flow above your head— soon enough the women forgot about you as more desserts and colourful drinks were served

Meant the lighter your wallet felt, it didn't matter because you loved every throbbing second of it. 

You were becoming Laura's personal walking ATM machine. Disposable.

.   .   .

Sephora shopping sprees with a group of beautiful women sounds like a dream come true, especially when you've been dragged along by Laura every week– it wasn't a problem after the first month or so but she ignored your tiny protests to meet her despite her knowing you had work today. It's not as if she cared about you or your hard-on.

 Nothing stopped her from pressuring you to call in sick like a 'loser pig' while the invisible pressure belted around your neck squeezed pleasurably tighter as Laura verbally forced you to spend more than your consented limit.

Looks like you were going to have to cancel the restaurant reservations for your nieces and nephews or survive off the impending doom of pennies remaining in your bank account.

The only thing you couldn't cancel was the uncomfortably taunt and hardcore boner taped against your inner thigh. An order by Laura and her friends for shits and giggles. 

They never checked to see or asked if you really listened to their words. They didn't need to. 

You know they don't give a shit about you, the fact cementing itself pleasurably in your mind as none of your messages to your mistress received any replies. She only texts you the necessary details, nothing more and you loved it.

— 'Ashlee Avenue. Raven's spa. Tomorrow 4 PM.' 

'Yes, Madame.' The only appropriate response.

.   .   .

But there are unfortunate times where you've made her unhappy. Just to what extent, you were about to find out her wrath. 

On the pristine marble flooring of her bedroom in her shared penthouse. Her fiancè at the pool, lounging under the sun and barely batting an eye when you were ordered around. 

"I'll say this once nicely, piggy, since you're going to be MY pig and anything I own should have somewhat of a brain cell left in their pathetic skulls. Am I right?" Laura's voice viciously echoed in the large room, her auburn hair lit like an intimidating smouldering flame against the entirely white walls and decor.

"Y-Yes, Madame." Instantly you answer obediently.

"Good, good! See you're not so stupid, piggy… Understand this from now onwards, if you aren't making me happy or trying to, then I'm gonna have to be the big bad wolf and blow you away." Laura let out half a cackle at her own joke before collecting her composure and continuing, looking down her sharp nose at your dog seated position in plain judgement.

She slowly lowers herself to a deep squat, serious eyes levelling an inch right above yours as she leans in slightly close, wrinkling her nose at the 'stench' of your pathetic desperation to be fully hers. Her next words almost took you out of consciousness from the shock and pleasurable terror. 

"I'll blow your fucking reputation to the ground by posting about you attempting to fuck me, Mr Assistant manager, an engaged woman. You can say bye bye to your career and family if you even have any. The fucking point is, I'll destroy everything you're apart of and make sure your name is too ruined for you to get back up on your feet—" 

Laura cut herself off for a short intake of breath, playfully glaring at you as if you had tired her mouth. "So if I were you, unless you want your boss finding out about you trying to steal somebody's wife, be ready to oink whenever I call for you. It's simple instructions just like opening that big fat wallet of yours for me, don't you agree, little piggy?"

"Y..Yes—" Her glare narrowed on you in warning. "— Uh, oink. Oink!" 

Your brain must've fried itself on the high dosage of dopamine and horniness as you realised you were sounding out the words instead of making the actual noises a pig would. It was pathetic either way, your attempts too.

"Oh you can do better than that, I know you can." She tutted, smug in her absolute power over you. "But… practice does make perfect. Animals like you need to remember their place. Now next time oink louder, cheap piggy." 

For her, you did. 

🐖🐖🐖

Within the year, you've 20 000 dollars tributed to your Mistress. Everything was worth it but nobody could ever find out about the true degenerate that you are.

"Piggy piggy," a lazy beach-themed manicure hand beckons you to come closer on all fours towards the edge of the swaying hammock, the rough sand beneath grinding painfully into your bare knees and palms as you did your best efforts to oink despite the delicious exhaustion.

Laura admires her nails under the bright sunlight and barely acknowledged you, as your nose caught the faintest whiff of the expensive feminine perfume you've bought for her clinging onto her slightest tanned skin. "You still got your savings right?" 

"Oink oink oink!" You hoped your voice conveyed an eager 'yes.' 

"Good, good. You'd be even more useless to me if you're penniless so soon. I've drained one of your wallets high and dry huh?" She laughs without a care in the world, as she should.

"Oink oink!!!"

Yes, Mistress. 

End.

17- threesome or moresome

Sally Starlet x Julie Joyful x Wally Darling

Word count: 786 Reading time: ~3 mins

It was supposed to be a sleepover, and that’s how it started. Julie had suggested it and it was supposed to be a girl's night – her, Sally and Poppy. But Poppy had to pull out last minute, so Wally was invited instead. And then Julie suggested truth or dare and things slowly spun out of hand.

“Stay still,” Julie giggles, getting comfortable in Wally’s lap as Sally sits with her knees on either side of his head, holding his shoulders to the floor.

“I-I’ve never done this before…” Wally can’t take his eyes off her as she gets comfy on him, practically sitting right on his clothed dick.

“You’ll be fine Darling” Sally hums, starting to run her hands through his tightly wound pompadour, undoing it and letting it fall in luscious curls over her thighs.

Julie slowly starts to grind her hips down and into his, rolling them in small, soft circles in an attempt to satisfy herself. She can feel Wally starting to grow hard as she does.

Wally lets out small, soft sounds as Julie almost mimics riding him through his trousers. He can feel himself growing hard and desperate to feel what it’s like to be inside her. Slowly, he turns until he can bury his face into Sally’s soft inner thigh, moaning into her flesh as he starts to buck his hips up and into the woman teasing him.

Sally keeps massaging his scalp as Julie shuffles back slightly and undoes his trousers, tugging them and his boxers to midthigh before wrapping one hand around his cock and starting to pump. The pick-up in Wally’s moaning prompts Julie to shuffle backwards until she can lean down and wrap her lips around his semi-hard dick and begin to suck him off. He starts to twitch against her tongue as she hollows her cheeks and bobs her head.

Both of them, however, are interrupted as Sally stands up and removes Wally’s soft, warm, safe hiding place. Although he can’t complain much, as she starts to strip down her clothes, dumping them on the floor only about a foot away from his head. As soon as she's done, she shuffles until she can sit on his chest, facing Julie.

“You look so pretty starlight,” Sally purrs, leaning forwards to pet Julie’s hair as she finally pulls off of Wally’s cock.

“Thank you,” she breathes out, the words so faint and full of lust that Sally can’t help but lean down and kiss her, holding her jaw tenderly in one hand. When she leans forwards, she exposes her pussy to Wally, who wants nothing more than to practically dive in and taste it.

Sally prompts Julie to stand up so she can help her undress, slowly removing the fabric from her body, allowing her to lean forwards and press long, tender kisses against her soft, pink skin.

“S-Sally… Julie… Please,” Wally mewls, reaching forwards to grab and pull at Sally’s thighs, trying to tug her back, trying desperately to get her to sit on his face.

“Fine. If you’re that desperate,” she takes Julie’s hands, guiding her down and helping her get comfortable on her knees. As soon as Julie is ready, Sally places her hands on her hips and helps her sink down onto Wally’s cock, causing him to moan and whimper, diffing his fingers into the fat of Sally’s thighs.

“Yes, yes, I’m getting to it.” Sally smacks his hands slightly, shuffling backwards and allowing Wally to guide her until her pussy is pressed right against his mouth. She can’t help but let out a sharp moan when his tongue darts out to press against her clit.

It’s not long before both Sally and Julie are riding Wally’s face and dick respectively. Sally leans forward and pulls Julie into another kiss, sliding her tongue into her mouth.

The room is filled with a cacophony of moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin. Sally reaches down to rub small circles into Julie’s clit with a trembling hand, the slick leaking out of her cunt making it more than easy to do so.

“F-FucK! I-I’m- OHHH!~” Julie digs her fingers into Wally’s stomach as she cums, clenching around his dick as if to attempt to milk him of everything he has to offer.

It works, as he cums not too soon after, flooding her cunt with his seed and painting her insides white until its spilling out over his thighs and onto the floor. Sally isn’t long to follow, letting out an almost melodic cry of pleasure as she makes a mess of Wally’s face, covering his mouth and really just all of his lower face in a sheen of her cum.

to you, it's a shitty sentence. to some random bitch 500 miles away, it's a fire line that'll haunt them for the next 17 years.

you don't know how impactful your writing is because it's been in your brain for far too long now. you've stared at it for hours and repeated "this sucks" over and over again to the point that you killed your capacity to feel anything about your work.

but trust me, once you get your shit out there, someone's gonna go over that paragraph you hate and go "jesus fucking christ" and put the book down to have an existential crisis.

I decided a little too late that I would do kinktober for rafe cameron. because I was so late, I will only have the time to do 15 days instead of 31. this means I will post on every even date, starting on October 02. I haven't written proper smut in so long, so I hope at least a few of you will enjoy it.

disclaimer: this is kinktober so all of these posts will contain smut and therefore be 18+. Minors, do not interact!!!

Master List

Kinktober # 1: Strap-On Fun

Kinktober # 2: Overstim with love

Kinktober # 3: Crops and Hands

Kinktober # 4: tba

Kinktober # 5: tba

Kinktober # 6: tba

Kinktober # 7: tba

Kinktober # 8: tba

Kinktober # 9: tba

Kinktober # 10: tba

Kinktober # 11: tba

Kinktober # 12: tba

Kinktober # 13: tba

Kinktober # 14: tba

Kinktober # 15: tba

Strap On Fun

Kinktober 2023 # 1

There he is. Rafe Cameron tied up, right in front of you. Fully naked. All yours to play with. You still cannot believe how lucky you are that this beautiful man not only turned out to love subbing but also turned out to be your sub.

Disclaimer: bondage, sub!rafe, strapon sex, praise kink

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There he is. Rafe Cameron tied up, right in front of you. Fully naked. All yours to play with. You still cannot believe how lucky you are that this beautiful man not only turned out to love subbing but also turned out to be your sub.

You tied his wrists together, attached the restraints to the headboard of your bed and pulled his hips as far down the bed as possible, so that now, he is spread out on your bed, arms bound, no where to go.

You let your hands run over his outstretched arms, feeling up his muscles, feeling them tense under your hands. You watch his face, completely relaxed, anticipating what you have in store for him, his eyes watching your every move in return. Your fingers travel down his biceps, his triceps, over his arm pits which makes him wiggle for a second.

He laughs.

“I should tickle you some time,” you tease him with a smirk, “And you’d just have to take it.”

“Evil,” he replies and the way he says it, you know it is a compliment.

You grab his chin and kiss him. You kiss him tenderly at first, lovingly, nibbing at his lips, letting your tongue explore his mouth. He responds easily, kisses you back. Your kisses become rougher after a while and he knows that he just has to take whatever you offer to him, so he lets you do to his mouth whatever you want. “Beautiful,” you whisper against your lips once you are done with him. That he was, with his lips wet and swollen now, still staring up at you, expectant. Beautiful.

You let your hands explore his body again. You explore his face, his throat, his shoulders, his chest, his nipples. You stop there. He is so responsive. His nipples for sure are more sensitive than normal. You love playing with them. You roll them between your fingers, you let your nails scratch over them, you kiss them, you lick them, you suck them. Each of your touches drag a sound of pleasure out of him, each of your touches go straight to his dick. If it wasn’t so hot, it would be ridiculous. “I love how sensitive your nipples are,” you tell him because he deserves to know how much that turns you on.

Once you have wound him up enough by simply playing with his chest, you let your hands travel further down. Over his chest, over his muscles, down his sides, towards his stomach. By the time you reach his legs, he is trembling and his dick is fully hard and ready to play with. You choose to ignore it a little while longer though. You let your hands run up and down his inner thighs, alternating between the soft touch of the tips of your fingers and the rough touch of your nails. He moans loudly.

“Look at how turned on you are and I haven’t even touched your dick,” you praise him.

“I’m excited for what’s to come,” he replies.

That makes you laugh. “You don’t even know yet!”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says. He was literally born to sub to you. So far, there was not one thing you did to him that he did not like – and you are a domme that pushes hard.

“Alright,” you say softly and suck on his inner thigh, making sure to leave a mark so that he had a little keepsake from today’s session.

He moans loudly.

You get up to get lube, two different plugs, your strap on and a dildo of your choice. With a soft smile that he can’t see, you attach the dildo to the harness.

Then you turn back to him and continue to work him up by kissing down his torso. You take your sweet time, making sure he gets hot all over and relaxes completely.

You guide his legs up so that you get a better access to his ass. “There you go,” you whisper softly, slicking up your fingers with lube and without another warning you suck down his dick and circle his entrance with your finger. He gasps. You are just starting.

You tease his dick with your tongue, your lips and your whole mouth while you’re pressing down on his hole, working first one, then another finger inside of him. He opens up easily, the result of having his ass played with on a regular basis. When he is ready for it, you lubricate the smaller plug and push it in in one go. His whole body trembles when the thickest part glides inside. “Ugh,” he groans, his face twisted in discomfort for a short moment.

You choose not to comment on it but continue playing with his dick, riling him up further. Stroking him with a slow but steady rhythm, your fist closed enough to apply firm pressure, you bring him to edge of an orgasm before you stop. He knew that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum just yet but he still puffs out a short, clearly disappointed gasp when you pull your hand away.

You grab the second plug which is bigger than the first one, it is not thicker by much but it is longer for sure. You hold it in front of his mouth. “Stick your tongue out,” you order and he does complies. You rub the plug along his tongue, carefully pushing it inside his mouth. “Suck it,” you order next and he complies again, closing his lips around it, sucking the toy that will soon be in his ass.

“Good boy,” you praise him. He smiles at you, his eyes a little dreamy already.

“Pull your legs up,” you tell him next, “Knees to your chest.” He does and you use one arm to push his legs further onto his torso, exposing his ass.

What. A. Sight.

He moans when you pull out the small plug. You quickly replace it with two of your fingers. It turns you on to feel the difference to before. You finger him for a little while, bending your fingers to find his prostate. He moans again. Much louder this time. “That’s it, huh?” You ask, working your fingers inside of him, again and again, rubbing against his prostate.

“Yeah,” he whimpers.

“Am I good to you then? Am I making you feel good?” You ask teasingly.

“So good, mistress,” he drawls. You let him have a couple of moments of this before you decide, it’s time to change that.

You pull out your fingers and drizzle more lube on his hole – such a trivial thing but yet so intimate and sexy. He hisses at the coldness of it. Then you start to push in the bigger plug. It takes a little while longer to work in than the first one but he still takes it ease.

“That’s a long one,” he pants when it enters him completely.

“It is,” you agree but it also makes you smirk because you know what you have in store for him and that would be a lot bigger.

You keep your arm at the back of his thighs, pressing them down against his chest. Without much force, you hit his ass with your open hand a couple of times – not necessarily to inflict a great amount of pain, but to make him feel the plug that is nestled deep inside of him. Even though he is used to more severe spankings, he hisses at each hit. It makes you smirk.

You let go of him and his feet come back down to the mattress.

You step inside the harness of your strapon and then move to kneel over his face. His eyes lighten up immediately when he notices what is about to come. “I will sit on your face and I want you to make me cum with your mouth, understood?” You ask and he nods, eagerly eyeing your pussy already.

You fasten the strapon as he gets started and you cannot believe how good he is at this. He flicks his tongue in just the right way, sticks it inside of you just how you like it and drags it over your clit at exactly the right time. You wish you could say that you trained him like this but this was all him. He is really good at learning what a new partner likes.

You bend forward, using his legs for support and let yourself have this.

“So good,” you praise him. “So, so good.” You thrust your hips a little and he immediately sticks his tongue out so that you can slide your pussy over it in the rhythm you desire.

It does not take you long to cum even though you could spend hours doing this. He licks you through your orgasm and sucks in your clit when you are nearly coming down, drawing out your orgasm like this. Your legs are shaking with it and you love it.

You swing around so that you can actually see his face and start kissing him as a reward. You are both panting with exhaustion and you can taste yourself on his lips and it is just so incredibly hot you really want to do it again. “Such a good boy,” you praise him when you pull back, looking at his face with awe. “Making me cum so hard.”

He smiles up at you. “Thank you for letting me eat you out,” he tells you.

“Your turn now,” you tell him and wiggle your hips with a sweet smile, the strapon soundly attached to it now. His eyes widen when they fall on the dildo.

“This is huge,” he says incredulously.

“It’s not,” you disagree. “It’s big and the biggest I ever made you take but there are bigger ones out there.”

He swallows.

“How about you put that mouth to good use again?” You push your hips forward so that the tip of the dildo is not far from his lips. “Get it all wet and get a good feeling for it before I fuck you with it.”

He swallows again and looks up at you for a second but then decides to just do what he’s told to do. He opens his mouth and just like with the plug before, he just goes for it, licks it, sucks it in a way that would make every man cum deep down his throat.

“Good boy,” you praise again and let your finger run through his hair. You scratch his skull a little and pull his hair gently, just like he likes it. Immediately, he moans around the dildo. “So predictable,” you tease him but keep doing it.

When you pull out the plug and replace it once again with your fingers, he tilts his hips so that you can enter him more easily and you just know that he is ready to be fucked properly – no matter how unsure he is about the size of the dildo.

You kneel between his thighs before you push his knees up again, once again holding his legs against his chest. Then you drizzle a generous amount of lube on both his hole and the toy and bring the tip of the strapon to his entrance. He hisses as you begin to push in. You go slowly but determinedly, stroking his cock while stretching him open inch by inch. “It is so big,” he whimpers when about two thirds are in – which is probably the size you normally peg him with.

“It is,” you agree again, “And still, you will take it all the way and I will make you feel good.”

He nods and takes in a big breath, breathing through the stretch.

“You’re taking it so good,” you praise him, “So, so good.” You let your fingers pulsate around the head of his cock which is something that always makes him moan. Just as this time.

It takes a while until you are in all the way but you manage to keep him hard the entire time which is a win because it makes everything so much more exciting. Even though you love to inflict pain you love to provide pleasure even more.

“There you go, all the way in now,” you say and you keep your hips really still for a while to let him get used to the feeling. Stroking his dick steadily with one hand, you take your other to let it run over the back of his thighs and his ass. You notice that the more he gets used to the strapon the harder his dick gets and the more frequent get his little gasps of pleasure. You knew he would love it.

You bend forward which makes him cry out as the strapon shifts inside of him but you keep bending forward until you can kiss him. He kisses back immediately. “Good boy,” you say against his lips, kiss him once more before you mouth down his jawline to his neck, finding sweet spot after sweet spot and using it to work him up.

When his dick is fully hard and throbbing and Rafe is whimpering and on the edge of cuming before you even had the chance to fuck him properly, you pull back so that you are hovering over him.

Slowly, you start moving your hips. His back archs immediately. “Do you remember,” you say softly, thrusting your hips gently, stroking his hips in rhythm, “When I first put my finger up your ass, I promised you I'd fuck you with a dildo as big as your cock.” He moans obsenely and you are not sure whether it is from your filthy mouth or your strapon or your hand or everthing all at once. “Here we go. This strapon is just as big as your own cock.” Your thrusts get less gentle now. “How does it feel?”

“It’s big, mistress,” he rasps, but immediately after his lips fall open with pleasure.

“But am I making you feel good?” You keep asking.

“Yes, you are, mistress,” he replies and you love how he only addresses you as ‘mistress’ when he is really worked up and in the right headspace.

You continue to thrust into him, slow and steady. “I’m not even sure whether you deserve to feel this good.” He whines and you continue to talk to him. “How many girls did you fuck in the ass without stretching them properly before?” He whines again and deepen your thrusts. “Did you just make them take it? Maybe I should have done that with you, huh? Just make you take it.” His cock is throbbing against your fingers now. “Do you think you deserve to come from this dick? Or will it teach you more of a lesson if I just wind you up, edge you and then leave you there, all stretched open and hard but not allowed to come?” You take your second hand to massage his balls and press against his prostate from the outside at the same time.

He cries out at a particular hard thrust at just the right angle. “No,” he begs, “Please don’t do that. Please, let me cum.”

You let your fingers pulsate around the head of his cock again, making him arch is back again. “That’s it,” you praise him, “Arch that back for me. Show me, how much you want to be fucked.”

You slide the strapon in and out of him in a nice steady rhythm now. Both of you are panting heavily, both enjoying it so much. You can feel his orgasm build up just as much as he can feel it himself. There is a layer of sweat on his skin, his breathing is ragged and his voice is all husky when he asks, “May I please cum, mistress? Please?” and he sounds so fucked up that you almost want to let him cum right now.

“Not yet,” you answer firmly and bend forward again to take your free hand against his throat, grabbing it tightly, fucking him harder and deeper at the new angle. "I'm still not sure whether you actually deserve to cum," you tease him.

He whines loudly.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, mistress," he chokes out, arching into your movements, pressing his ass down on your strapon.

"Why?"

He nearly starts crying. "Because," he pants, "I did everything you wanted me to."

You nod. "That is true," you tell him and squeeze his dick a little harder.

He cries out with each thrust. “Please, mistress, please let me cum.” You squeeze his dick to hold him on the edge.

“Let yourself enjoy this a little while longer.”

“Please,” he continues to beg, “Please, let me cum, please, please, please.”

After a couple of thrusts more, you realize that you really can’t keep him from cumming any longer, so you decide to let him.

“You may,” you just say and he immediately cums with a shout. He cums and cums, shooting hot streaks of cum all over your bodies. You fuck him through it, your strap deep in his ass, your fingers firmly around his dick.

When he comes down from his orgasm, his body goes completely still, only jerking every now and then. "Such a good, good boy," you murmur softly against his lips and give him gentle kiss that he does not have the energy to return. You continue to praise him as you pull out the strapon, step out of the harness and get some wipes to wipe his cum off of both of you. He doesn't do much but lay there, a small smile on his lips.

Overstim with love

Kinktober # 2

18+ only, MDNI

Summary: Good subs let their mistresses touch no matter how much it hurts.

Disclaimer: bondage, sub!rafe, overstim

You sink down on Rafe’s hard cock, watching his face twist with pleasure. "You feel so good inside of me," you tell him and he looks up at you with admiration.

"You feel so good on me, too," he whispers and you bend down to kiss him. Mid-kiss you decide to challenge him a little and clench your vagina intentionally. His hip bucks up immediately.

You smirk, test failed.

"I've said you’re not allowed to move, babe," you remind him.

"I know," he whines, "I'm sorry."

You grab your paddle that is next to you. Without a warning, you start hitting him on his chest and stomach. "Lay still and take it," you order when he flinches at a hit against his nipple. It's all pain and pleasure now, as you are still sitting on his cock.

You stop when the skin on his torso is red and he is panting as if he just came back from a run.

"Don’t do it again," you order.

"I won't," he pants, desperately trying to catch his breath and to keep his hips still at the same time.

"Do you like being in my pussy?" You ask innocently, rocking up and down a couple of times.

"I do," he says, his voice almost whiny already. "I like it so much."

"Mh, I bet," you tease, letting your fingers slide over the red patches on his torso, leaving white trails behind, making Rafe hiss.

"You know that being in me is a privilege, don’t you?" You ask, rocking up and down again.

"I know, Mistress," he gasps, his whole body tense with the xxx of not moving his hips. You grab your magic wand and hold it against your clit - and with that, also against his groin.

"Oh fuck!" He shouts when the toy first starts vibrating. His upper body jerking.

"You wouldn’t want to lose this privilege by misbehaving, would you?" You ask strictly, as he does not stop thrashing around.

"No, mistress," he whines, "But it's too much."

"Oh," you say mockingly, "It's too much? Well... that's too bad, isn’t it?"

You get off his dick, making him whine again, for different reasons this time.

"Maybe you can see this as an incentive," you say, as you sink down onto his thigh. You watch his face as you start to rub your clit over his thigh. He throws his head back in frustration.

His cock lies throbbing against his stomach, hard and red, all veins popping, telling you that he is not far from coming.

You rub your clit over his thigh until you cum, not paying him much attention until you're done.

Before you come down from your orgasm entirely, you get up and let his cock glide into your wet and pulsating pussy again.

He almost shouts with pleasure. "Thank you, Mistress," he pants.

"That's your second chance, alright?" You tell him. "Can you feel that I just came?" He whimpers. "Can you feel how wet I am?"

He whimpers again. "Yes, Mistress," he says, his voice hoarse.

"Are you so hard in me?" You continue your dirty talk.

"Mhhh," is everything Rafe can utter as a response.

"I can feel you deep inside of me," you tease him, rocking your hips again, "You're so hard, aren’t you?" You brush your fingers over his hard nipples, making his body jerk.

"I am, Mistress, I am," he whimpers.

You edge him with your pussy. Every time you feel him getting too close, you get off of him. Sitting back on his thighs, you caress his skin, touching him everywhere, making it harder for him to calm down at the same time. When he's calmed down a bit, you decide to sit back on his cock.

Edging him like that, is nothing but beautiful. It is such an intimate way of edging. The noises he makes, the whines and the whimpers, his loud breathing...

He almost manages to stay good. In the second to last cycle, you start playing with his nipples again, rolling them between your fingers. He can’t help but buck up his hips into you.

"No," he begs immediately, even before you get off of him, "No, fuck, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

You sit down on his thighs and let him catch his breath. "I always only give two chances, Rafe."

"I knoooow," he whines, trying to hide his face against his arm.

Again, you rub his hands over his body, his wonderful fit body that makes you go feral as soon as you look at it. "Look at you all hot and bothered," you purr, "Not able to control yourself."

He puffs out a breath, clearly embarrassed. He likes to pride himself with being able to take anything you throw at him. He really likes to please you. You will make sure to tab into his praise kink a little more even if you have to punish him.

"Touch yourself," you order. He looks at you, a little confused. "Go on."

He does, hesitantly at first, but the more you encourage him, the more determined he gets. He closes his eyes when he gets close to orgasm. "Eyes on me," you demand, "Keep them open." He obeys immediately. "Good boy," you praise him and touch his nipples again, which is what caused him to lose control before. His mouth falls open but he keeps looking at you just like you told him.

"May I come?" He asks carefully, obviously not trusting his luck.

"You may," you answer and he comes immediately, shooting big streaks of cum over his stomach.

"Keep going," you tell him when he slows down, a wicked smile on your face.

"No," he whimpers, his voice wrecked, but he tries to keep stroking even though his dick gets more sensitive by the second.

"Come on," you encourage him, nudging his hand.

"Ah, fuck, Y/N," he whines, his hips trying to get away from his own hand.

"Okay, let go," you order and quickly replace his hand with yours.

He whines again, as he obviously knows what you are up to. He lets out a high pitched cry when you start to stroke him, your fist determined around his cock, your movements fast. You don't stimulate the entirety of his cock, but remain close to the head, almost pulsating your hand.

He thrashes around so much that you nearly fall off.

"Keep those hips still," you warn him and smack his hips for that.

"Sorry," he whimpers. "Sorry." And even though he really wants you to stop, he tries hard to keep his body still.

In general, he whimpers a lot but lets you do it, let's you torment his cock and his body.

Once he tries to push away your hand but you grab his wrist, holding it down against his chest and continue what you're doing.

"Good subs let their mistresses touch no matter how much it hurts," you tell him as you still go on. He whimpers. It seems as if enduring your treatment get more difficult again, as his whole body trembles with the effort to not push you off.

"Good boy," you praise him, "Twenty more seconds."

He throws his head back at that, his free hand clenching the sheets. Twenty seconds in bondage could feel like a life time. To get out the most of the scene, you let go of his wrist, flatten your hand and begin to rub it over the tip of his cock.

He screams.

"Breathe, Rafe," you remind him, struggling to stay on top of his thighs as his hips jerk left and right. "You're almost done, come on."

To draw this to a delicious end, you slide back on his thighs and wrap your lips around his dick, licking it first before sucking the head into your mouth. This may just end him.

You pull your head back and let go of his cock with a pop. You kiss it before you let go of it entirely. "There you go," you say softly, "All done." You kiss his stomach, and leave a trail of kisses up his torso until your face hovers over his.

"Look at you," you praise him, brushing your fingers through his sweaty hair. "Such a good boy. Taking your punishment so well." You kiss his cheek even though you want to kiss him properly but he is still so out of breath and clearly needs time to catch it. So you lay down on top of him and caress his skin with your fingers and your lips, telling him how good he is, how good he is for you, how good he is making you feel.

"You did so good," you praise him all over again, and cuddle up next to him.

"Those were the most challenging twenty seconds in my entire life," he pants, still riding the high of the scene.

You laugh. "In your entire your life?" You repeat.

He chuckles as well. "Yeah, probably," he confirms even though you both know that it wasn't true.

"Maybe we have to do it more often then?" You say sweetly, caressing the skin of his stomach. "Practice a little."

"No," he nearly cries out, his panting picking up speed again. "Please, don't."

You laugh a little louder. "Okay, sh, you're good," you talk him down again. You let your fingers travel around his body. You literally can't stop touching him whenever he is near you. His body is perfect and you love seeing it react to your touch. "You're so beautiful," you whisper and kiss his shoulder.

"You keep saying that and it makes me feel so girly," he mumbles, his breath almost back to normal now, his body sweaty but at least not trembling anymore. He turns onto his side and mirrors your position, letting his hands run over your skin as well.

"But 'beautiful' just fits you, you know?" You say. "You're so perfect." Handsome or hot simply doesn't cut it although both terms would be absolutely correct. "I'm just sooo attracted to you," you say and this time when you lean forward you kiss his lips. He kisses back so tenderly that your heart warms at the feeling. "I'll stop saying it, though... if you don't like it," you whisper against his lips.

He just shakes his head and flops back onto his back. "Fuck, I'm so done," he groans.

"So, you're not up for a round two?" You ask teasingly. His head snaps around to look at you, genuine shock on his face. "Just a joke!" You laugh. "Oh my god, your face!"

He chuckles as well, burying his face in his arm. "Jeez, Y/N," he says, "Do you actually want me dead?"

"Nope," you say, freeing his face from his arm so that you can kiss him again. "I prefer you alive. What do you think about a shower, though?"

"Um..." He snuggles up closer to you and lets his index finger travel down your front, from you lips down your chin over your throat and chest. He kisses you lightly. Then he shakes his head. "No."

"No shower?" You ask.

Playfully, he shakes his head again and drabes his arm over you so that you couldn't get up if you wanted to. "No, never again."

You chuckle and kiss him against his temple. "I love you like this," you murmur against his skin, "All fucked out and soft... playful."

His fingers gently brush over your arms. "I love you like this as well."

"I love you, period."

sub!rafe headcanons #1

I'm so far behind my kinktober schedule but I wanted to post a little something. have some sub!rafe hcs under the cut!

warning: obviously +18 !! MDNI

imagine you sitting on his face while fastening your strapon, so he can put his tongue to good use

he always puts up an act and talks back a lot but after a certain point he just gets needy and whiny

you constantly have to restrain him because that boy cannot keep still for the life of him - cockwarming is his biggest challenge

he loves everything that makes him stop thinking, anything that will put him in a certain headspace: impact play, edging, overstimulation - most appreciated in that order (he just wants to get his brains fucked out)

he gets overwhelmed very easily so you have to be careful that he does not get into sub drop

at first he was cringing a lot during after care because he just wasn't used to being taken care of but now he loves it and lets himself enjoy every second

Crops and Hands

Kinktober # 3

Warnings: obviously 18+ MDNI!!

Summary: Reader turns Rafe's skin a bright shade of red and Rafe loves it.

Disclaimer: bondage, sub!rafe, spanking

You let Rafe kneel, handcuff him and then help him lean over until his chest is on the matress, his face tilted to the side, his ass up in the air. You warm up the skin of his ass with your hands, kneeding your fingers through his muscles.

"Such a nice ass," you compliment him. And it was. It was a good ass. You let both of your palms come down on it hard.

"You know what's coming, right?" You ask him as he flinches.

"You'll either fuck me or spank me," he says, his voice a little smaller than usual.

You grin. "A little bit of both, actually."

With that, you take your crop, the one with a heartshaped leather patch at the end of it.

"It's gonna be a tough one, today," you tell him and that is all the warning he gets, before you start spanking him.

You don't go hard on the individual hits but rather clap your crop all over his ass rapidly so that there is almost no time in between. When he manages to just take it and stay still entirely, you increase the intensity a little bit. You don't want to go easy on him but push him from time to time. It definitely takes some time before he starts wiggling around a bit, trying to escape your crop.

"Four hits more to finish the first round," you say and he groans when he hears first round, but you ignore it. "Stay still and count them out."

These four hits you bring down on him with much more force than the other ones. He hisses as he counts but he takes them really well. In general, you are more than impressed by him but then again, you knew that he is a real slut for pain.

You praise him when you stop, letting your hands rub over the skin of his ass again. It is all warm and red already and you love it.

"Here's a little reward," you say as you lube up three of your fingers and push the first one inside. He moans as you play with his entrance a little bit, pushing the tip of your finger in and out. Then you push it in entirely in one swift motion which makes him moan again. "Such a bitch for anything anal, aren't you?" You tease him, resting one of your hands on the small of his back while working the other one in and out of him. He moans and pushes his hips against your hand. "And for anything painful as well," you say.

"Not anything," he replies, already panting a little.

"That's true," you agree, "But you love a good spanking!"

"I do," he agrees in return and whines when you pull out your finger.

"You'll get the second one after the next round, I promise," you reassure him, grab your crop and start spanking him again.

You go harder this time, leaving more breaks inbetween the individual hits but the hits themselves are much more forceful. He flinches with basically each of them and you can see that it takes a lot of effort from him to stay in his position, offering himself to you so willingly. But he does, he stays where he is supposed to be, gasping tiny little breaths, in rhythm with each hit. You love that at one point during impact play he always gets really needy and pliant. It takes you a little by surprise when you realise that he has reached this point already.

"Such a good boy," you praise him and work your crop further down, spanking the back of his thighs as well. You continue for a little bit before you decide that it is enough for now.

You put down your crop and spread more lube on your fingers. Feeling a little mischievous, you dribble some lube right on his hole and over his ass, making him jump as the cool gel hits the hot skin.

You start playing with his entance again. He pushes back but you go with the movement so that your finger does not slide in just yet. "You need to use your word," you tell him. "Ask for it."

You just love watching him blush and try to hide his pretty face.

He swallows, clearly debating with himself. In the end, he aparently decides to just go for it and not waste any time. "Can I please have your fingers, mistress?" He asks quietly. You rub one finger up and down his crack just to rile him up.

"Where do you want them, Rafe?" You ask.

You can feel him getting more embarrassed. It takes him a while to say it out loud. "In me. I want your fingers in me."

You decide to push him further and take your hands off of his ass. "Where exactly? In your mouth?" You ask with a smirk on your face.

He lets out a frustrated puff. "No," he breathes out. "Inside my ass."

"Oh, just say so," you tease him and push in your middle finger entirely before he can say anything else. "I love seeing you turn red." You tell him because you know he likes to hear things like that. You find his prostate and rub your finger over it, letting him have that pleasure for a little while before you pull your finger out only to push two back in at the same time. He tries and fails to stilfe a moan.

"Do you like that?" You ask him as you fuck him with two fingers. Still, you can't really believe your luck. Rafe Cameron is letting you play with him like that, using him as you wish. Life is crazy.

"I do," he replies and his voice almost breaks on the two syllables. You finger fuck him a little while longer, pulling out, pushing in, curling them and rubbing over his prostate, making him make the prettiest noises a boy can do.

"So hard for me," you say as you pull out. You let one of your nails travel down his hole, down his perineum, over his balls, down the shaft of his penis, to the tip. It is the first time today that you touch his penis and he immediately wiggles his hips, dreading the sharp contact and wanting more at the same time.

You leave it at that and grab your crop once more.

"Round three," you announce right before you bring down the crop on his skin again. He flinches with the first one but quickly catches himself.

This time, you start by spanking his ass but then you let your hits travel down. They get lighter as you start hitting his balls but that doesn't mean it gets less intense on Rafe's side.

"Be still and take it," you remind him as you let the crop tap over his balls again and again. He sucks in a breath and holds it. "Breathe out, Rafe," you order but you don’t stop hitting his balls. "Come on, breathe through it."

You love when he needs to be told to breathe.

When it gets too much, he tilts his hips, trying to get away from you - first to the left, then to the right, when you simply follow him with your crop.

"Where do you think you're going?" You scold him, hitting him harder now, "You're not getting away from me. Ass up for me, come on!"

He groans in pain but he does manage to get back in position.

"Ten on the ass and then another set of ten on the balls as a punishment," you tell him, "Count them out."

You don't go easy on him - you never do but especially with punishments, you are very strict.

He hisses when you let the crop come down hard on his ass. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six... He breathes heavily. "Breathe, Rafe!" You tell him but you don't stop or give him a break. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. He is properly panting now, completely out of breath.

"Stay still and take it, come on," you tell him as you move your hits down to his balls right away. He has a hard time taking the hits and counting them out loud now but you make him take it without any pity.

As soon as you are done with the ten hits to his balls, you stop immediately and go back to praising him. "There you go," you praise him as he lets out a sigh of relief.

To take his mind off the pain, you let two fingers slide inside of him right away and take your free hand to his cock, stroking him in rhythm with the fingers pushing in and out of his ass.

He cannot help but gasp with pleasure. He rocks his hips back and forth when you have your fingers in him, obviously craving for something. Your flat hand comes down hard on his already spanked skin. "Keep those hips still," you demand. "I know what you want," you say and curl your fingers so that you brush over his prostate. Again, he gasps loudly. "But I'm only giving it to you when I want to. Your job is to do what I say and take whatever I say, are we clear?" Your flat hand comes down on his ass again.

"Yes mistress," he moans.

You make sure to brush over his prostate every now and then, giving him something but never enough. You can tell that it frustrates him and he increasingly struggles with staying still.

"That's a good boy," you praise and grab a medium sized plug. "Here, I'm gonna give you something to enjoy during the next round."

You put a good amoun of lube on it before you place the plug against his entrance. He recognizes it immediately. "Thank you, mistress," he mutters even though he can't be too sure whether it is a plug or a prostate massager - he probably doesn't care anyway.

"How about, you beg for it?" You ask him, "You asked so nicely before."

He groans in frustration and hides his face against his arms again but he is so desperate by now that he starts begging right away.

"Can you please push it in, mistress?"

"Yeah, do you want it up your ass?" You put a little bit of pressure on it.

"Yeah," he croaked out.

"Yeah?" You ask again, increasing the pressure but still not pushing hard enough to let it slide in any further. "You don't even know how big it is."

"I don't care," he whimpers, pushing his hips back against the plug.

"You just want something in you, don't you?" You ask, completely in awe with how pliant he is by now.

"Yes, mistress, please," he whispers against his arm.

"Okay, push back until it is in all the way," you tell him and he obeys.

It has to hurt a little. The plug isn't too big but it is no small plug either and he only had your fingers before but Rafe doesn't seem to mind. He pushes his hips back steadily, breathing through it, until the plug sinks in entirely. "There you go, good boy," you praise him, stroking his hard cock a couple of times.

"You look so good like this," you tell him and kiss one of his ass cheeks.

"Thank you, mistress," he breathes out, hard and turned on but very content with the plug in him now.

"Let's go for another round then," you whisper and bring down your bare hand on his skin.

Over and over again, until your hand tingles from the impact. The skin of his ass is hot to touch, just link the skin of the back of his thighs. You have worked him thoroughly today but you know he loves it, he even asked for it, and you are not done with him quite yet.

"Do you feel that plug inside of you when I hit you?" You ask at one point.

It takes a while for him to answer, totally lost in the moment. "Yes, mistress," he pants out. You hit him again and again and a third time before you reach to your phone and activate the vibrations of the plug.

He lets out a high pitched shout and jolts forward, clearly not having expected that. Immediately after, he gets back into the position you want him to be in. You let it slide.

"Sorry," he groans, his tone a mixture of apology and arousal.

"That feels good, mh?", you ask, kneeding the red skin of his ass.

"Yeah," he whispers.

You let your hand come down on his ass a couple of times, making sure to hit the plug with every other hit.

Then you reach between his legs and grab his cock. He is super hard and leaking precum even though you almost haven't touched him at all. To end the spanking on a high note, you hit his balls with your bare hands, merely flicking your wrist, but you keep slapping them until he is breathing so rapidly that you know he is about to reach a limit.

So that he does not have any time to recover or catch his breath, you set the vibrations of the plug to a higher level and start to carefully stroke his dick.

He is panting heavily again, nearly choking on every breath, his legs trembling.

"So beautiful" you tell him as you watch your fingers brush down his hard cock, all veins visible. "So, so beautiful. Such a good boy." You watch him in this super vulnerable position one last time, all worked up, the skin of his backside red and hot all over, the plug in his ass, his ass clenching around it.

The sounds he makes are something else - a mixture of moans and sighs and whimpers. All music to your ears.

When his legs tremble so much that you don't think he can stay like this much longer, you rub his cock in a way that you are sure will make him come in seconds.

You are right.

"May I come?" He pants out in between short breaths.

"You may," you tell him - and moments later, he shouts out and comes.

He comes hard. It takes him a while to come back down from this high. "Thank you, mistress," he whimpers every now and them. "Thank you so much."

"Anything for you, pretty boy," you praise him, kiss the small of his back, turn off the plug and pull it out.

You brush your fingers all over his skin and stay with him until his breathing is back to normal. It really does take him several minutes.

When he is responsive again - to a certain degree at least - you help him to lay on his stomach and turn to the side, so that you can loosen the ties.

After that, you lie down next to him so that you are facing each other. "Hey babe," you whisper quietly, brushing your hands through his sweaty, disheveled hair.

"Hey babe," he whispers back, swallowing against a dry throat. He closes his eyes, completely exhausted.

"Are you alright? Things got pretty intense there," you ask carefully.

He smiles, his eyes still closed. "I'm good, don't worry," he says quietly.

You bring your lips to his forehead, dropping little kisses all over his face. "You did so good," you murmur against his skin. "So good."

His smile becomes bigger. All bondage aside, praise will always be his biggest kink .

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Intoxicating Scent

Prompt 27: Breeding Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Being in heat was difficult for Syzoth. Every three months, he would struggle to keep himself from tackling you 24/7. But he always managed to refrain from doing so. However, when you end up in heat at the exact same time, he loses all control... Warnings: HUGE Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Syzoth In Heat, Dirty Talk, P In V, Creampie, Talk Of Oviposition... Word Count: 1.2k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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When I wake from my slumber, I am drenched in sweat and my heart is racing. I swallow a few times, discovering that my throat is feeling sore and dry, like it hadn't seen water in days. It roars within me—my Zaterran instinct—demanding that I succumb to my desires.

Usually, this voice was redundant, constantly reminding me of the purpose of my reproductive system when I was in heat. But today, its whispers have become screams. Being in heat was hell, but this was something else—I had never experienced a feeling like this before. And when I am breathing deeply to catch my breath, I smell something—something that makes my blood boil with need.

I look to my side to see my lover lying naked between the sheets. She is fast asleep, exhausted from our activities earlier this night. She looks so pretty—the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I always found my mate attractive, but something about the way she looks now is just too addicting to pull my eyes away. I lean over her and inhale deeply to take in her scent, and it hits me: she's in heat too. She is at her most fertile at this moment, and my body is going absolutely crazy for it.

Both of us are in heat at the same time; the poor girl doesn't stand a chance.

My reptilian instincts kick in, and I nudge her neck with my nose—a small courting ritual Zaterrans do before breeding. I bury it just under her jawline and take a big sniff, letting her scent fill my lungs and intoxicate every corner of my feral mind. She wakes, her pretty eyes glancing up at me as the corners of her lips curl into a sweet and loving smile.

Luckily, it doesn't take long for her to figure out what I want, and I am relieved when she lays flat on her back and spreads her legs.

A low growl emits from somewhere within as I stare at her willing form. The rest was a blur. I don't remember ripping the bedsheets from her body or how they ended up in a torn-up mess on the floor—I don't remember how I ended up bending her so she was ass up in the air and her face was buried within our pillows.

All I remember is sinking my twitching, aching member into her core and sighing as her warmth finally cured the agony I had suffered from. But that moment of peace was merely the calm before the storm, because that primal voice within screams at me, ordering me to stuff her full of my seed. I have to get her pregnant.

I NEED to!

I pull out quickly, earning a soft whine of disappointment from her. But soon, those displeased sounds would be turned into moans of ecstasy when I would reenter with brutal force, my tip instantly bruising her cervix. I hold her down by the shoulders with one hand and hold her hips up against me with the other. I pound into her over and over, allowing her tight walls to milk me of everything I have.

I press my chest against her back, enjoying how her form trembles beneath me as I trap her between me and the mattress. She has no room to move—barely any room to even squirm like her body naturally desires to do in this state. I croon her name as the heat radiates off of her feverish flesh and warms me like a fire. I could stay buried within her for hours, siphoning that heat from her and basking in its company.

She whines and begs as I claim her—as my nails dig deeply into her flesh as my hips hastily snap back and forth furiously on a mission. Though her words fall on deaf ears, since I am too in my wild Zaterran nature to comprehend them. My throat grows more torrid by the second, and my tongue intuitively lashes out to lave her throat, flickering against her rapidly fluttering pulse to collect the droplets of sweat upon my pallet.

I can't hold back my moans, as it tastes sweeter than any drink I have ever consumed. It is like I have been stranded in a dry desert—dehydrated and dying from thirst—and she was the oasis that saved me from my fate. She is not only my goddess but also my savior.

Her trobbing core embraces my length tightly, suctioning on to it and pulling me back each time I begin to pull out. That is the only language I understand now. This shows me that she needs me just as much as I need her in this moment, and I am more than willing to provide for her what she so badly craves.

However, I am unable to fully focus on what she wants now, as my nature has me wanting one thing and one thing only—that one thing that I'll do anything to get, which is fill her with my children. I am already leaking within her, but it is not nearly enough. No, I won't be satisfied until her little belly expands with my seed, pearls of it dripping down her legs since she is too stuffed to contain it all. But I would make sure that she would take as much as she could.

"I'm going to fill you to the brim with my seed and make your stomach swell with my kin! I'm going to put a whole clutch within you and make you the mother of my children!" I growled deeply, my voice growing daunting as it now sounds more animalistic than anything, much like the voice I hear inside my head.

With each pump of my member into her soothing heat, that bubble of arousal grows larger, threatening to pop at any moment. And when it does, a feral roar tears from my throat as I release all of my semen into her gentle womb to coat its walls. I place my hand on her stomach, feeling it finally swell with my seed as I stuff her full. After my member showers her womb thoroughly, she collapses on the bed, rolling slightly onto her side since she is unable to lay face down now. Soon, I see why

As I rest on top of her, I look down at her now-inflated stomach. I gently brush a hand over the rounded flesh, and knowing it will soon grow even more as my seed develops into my offspring makes me smile. I feel my heart flutter as I imagine them fresh from their eggs—my little hatchlings will look so adorable. And their mother—she looks so beautiful right now, my heart can barely handle it. But... Something is still wrong.

She is not nearly swollen enough—she needs more. Instinctively, my hips retract and push back against hers once again. She responds with a tired whimper, but I ignore it, too distracted by my yearning desire to release yet another load into her already-overflowing womb to focus on anything else. I will not stop until I have emptied myself fully in her—I won't stop until she is filled completely with my young.

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