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Kinktober Day 28: Phone Sex (Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader)

A/N: Here's a bit of a longer piece with my beloved Adam. Hope y'all enjoy, and minors DNI!

Warnings: Smut with AFAB reader, masturbation, swearing

Word Count: 741

“What are you wearing?”

Adam jokingly asks, his cellphone pressed to his ear while he moves about his apartment. You hum in response and trail a hand down your bare breasts, past your stomach, and all the way to your mound. There you slip your fingers between your legs and begin to rub at your clit with Adam unknowing on the line.

“I’m not wearing anything… What are you wearing?”

You coyly respond, not missing the sound of his breath hitching in his throat while he pauses in the middle of his kitchen - bare feet resting against the cool tile with his fingers twitching around the phone in his grasp.

“Are-Are you serious?”

He asks incredulously with his brows pinched together, not being able to believe what he was hearing. You giggle into your phone and flick your clit while Adam is none the wiser. 

“What do you think?”

Adam lets out a puff of air, head tilting back and gaze flickering towards the ceiling as he tries to compose himself. He blinks once. Twice. Three times as he wonders if you were telling the truth. But he didn’t question it, especially as he made his way to the bedroom with his phone still pressed to his ear.

“Well, I sure hope so.”

He retorts before he starts to tug his jeans down, nearly tripping over them in the process with a swear under his breath as he finds himself being all too eager over this exciting change to you two’s usual intimacy. 

“What are you doing right now?”

Adam asks as he sinks into the lumpy mattress. You softly hum and continue to rub at your clit before slipping a finger into your fluttering cunt.

“Touching myself.”

“Shit…”

He breathes out into the phone and settles further onto the bed with his cock stirring to life at the thought of you touching yourself as he begins to fist his cock. He wished it was your hand touching him rather than his own hand, just as he wished he was able to touch you and have you here with him rather than separated and only able to listen to each other’s voices.

But oh, what a sweet voice you had. A moan comes through the speaker and causes his dick to twitch in his hand. Yes, he was irritated that he simply had to use his imagination, but he was all too good at that with how long he was single for. 

Adam slides his hand up and down his cock while you continue to finger yourself, your essence covering your fingers while you listen to Adam pant into the phone… You too wished he was here with you, yearning for his touch but his voice would have to do.

And his voice works just fine, you think as you slip another finger into your pussy - digits curling and thrusting much like Adam’s hips were rolling into his fist while he fucked his hand. He grunts into the phone while you moan on the line with him. 

“Oh fuck… I need you. I need you so bad.”

Adam groans and his fingers twitch around his cellphone with his other hand pumping his cock, his bottom lip being taken in between his teeth to stifle a whine that bubbles in his throat. Your slick covers your fingers as you frantically begin to rub at your clit, and your other hand clenches the phone tighter - pressed almost painfully against your ear in a desperate attempt to hear the way his hand slides up and down his cock and the messy noises he’s producing. 

“You gonna cum for me? Come on, Adam… Cum for me.”

Adam moans, the sound filling your bedroom and causing the phone speaker to crackle. Your toes curl and back arches off the bed as you throw your head back, phone falling off to the side with your sudden orgasm with your bare body writhing against the sweat-soaked sheets. Adam’s orgasm too takes him by surprise and with a final thrust into his fist, his cum covers his fingers and palm with a splatter of the white substance against the sheets.

Your breasts rise and fall as you catch your breath with the sound of Adam’s own coming through your phone. You pick it up and press it to your ear just as Adam speaks, a giggle falling from your lips.

“Holy shit… We’ve got to do that again.”

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Kinktober Day 27: Hate Fucking - Angry Sex (Mark Hoffman x Apprentice! Reader)

A/N: Here's more content for my beloved Mark Hoffman. Heed the warnings because in this one, he said these hands are rated E for everyone. Still, enjoy y'all! And minors DNI!

Warnings: Blood, violence, suggestive content with AFAB reader, swearing

Word Count: 514

“I fucking hate you.”

You spit at him, blood dripping from your nose and trickling down to your lips - the brick wall scratching at your back from where your shirt has ridden up and the metallic taste of the blood is heavy on your tongue. Mark’s eyes narrow at you as his fingers twitch in the front of your shirt where he’s fisting the material just above your breasts.

The two of you had been at each other’s throats since you became an apprentice, always butting heads and arguing. Only this time… It got physical. Mark was much bigger than you though, and why you decided to pick a fight with him of all people you had no idea. He threw you around like you weighed nothing with kicks to your stomach and punches across your now bruised face.

You hated him. Everything about him. Especially now with the way he has you pinned against the wall outside, his firm body pressed into yours with the scent of his cologne flooding your nostrils.

Mark leans forward, eyes flickering across your features as he lowly speaks.

“You say that, but I can see right through you.”

You hiss when he harshly grabs your chin, jerking your head to the side to gaze into your eyes. He watches as you try to avoid eye contact, and a low chuckle rumbles in his broad chest. 

Mark was quite good at reading people. It was part of his job as a detective after all. And while you said one thing, your body said quite the opposite as picked up by his watchful gaze. To prove his point, he slips a knee between your legs - relishing in the way you try to swing at him with his free hand coming up to grab your wrist. He pins the head by your head and leans in, his breath hot against your cheek with a smug grin gracing his lips.

“It’s pathetic how much you want me.”

“Fuck you, Hoffman-”

Mark captures your lips in a heated, open-mouthed kiss to cut you off. Your head spins as you find yourself reciprocating it with a hand tangling in the hair at the back of his head while you relish at the noise he makes when you give a tug to the dark locks. 

A moan is swallowed by his mouth when he rubs his knee against your crotch, and your legs grow weak under his ministrations. Your body remains pinned under his, fingers near your head flexing in his grasp when they start to go numb from the grasp he has on your wrist with his other hand sliding under your shirt to grope at your breast.

The two of you part only to catch your breath, Mark’s shoulders rising and falling as he catches your bottom lip in between his teeth to give a harsh tug. You softly gasp with a half-lidded gaze as you drink in his handsome features: messy locks and parted lips tugging into a grin down, not releasing your wrist even the slightest.

“Oh, fuck me alright…”

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Kinktober day 26: Photography with Adam Faulkner Stanheight

I think once I'm done with kinktober I'm going to take a bit of a break from writing more NSFW things for a bit. I still enjoy it, I just think that I want to focus more attention onto other areas of my writing. This work is NSFW minors and ageless accounts DNI

Content includes: Mentions of bondage, pet names, Adam calls reader sexy, Adam consensualy takes sexual pictures of reader

It started innocent enough. You'd be in some kind of a position, bending over or stretching and Adam would have his camera on him. He'd take a picture as a joke and throw away the film after. But when you told him he could develop it, that's when this little cheeky thing became something more.

Doing some sexy lingerie shoots with him is the next step of where you two go with this, and he's not complaining. He'll have a lot of fun with taking these pictures of you. Seeing you walk out in a new set of lingerie and pose all sexy for him, he's like a kid in a candy store.

If you get kinkier with your little photography sessions is your choice, but Adam is very down to get kinkier with it. If you want to recreate those pinup kinds of photos, or those vintage bondage photos, he's very down for that.

He'll get really into it if you get really into it too. You two make a sort of routine out of it. Every Saturday night, you two set up and have a sexy photo shoot together. Leather, latex, ropes, gags, paddles, whatever you want, you can use for your photo shoot.

"You ready babe?" Adam asks, setting up his camera on his stand as you adjust your latex gloves, pushing around the lubricant inside of the gloves, making them sit better on your arms.

"Yes I am." You say, smiling at Adam for a moment before you get in your first position.

"Oh yeah, that's perfect. You're so fucking sexy." Adam says, starting to snap pictures of you in your current position. You look at the camera with a cheeky smile on your face, pure enjoyment in your eyes.

You turn into another position and strike another pose. Adam whistles and snaps more pictures.

"Fuck I love you so much." He mumbles, moving his hand to signal for you to move slightly. You follow his instructions and strike another pose, Adam still snapping pictures.

"You like how sexy I look right now?" You asks, giving him a cheeky smile, looking back at him and not the camera. "You think I'm sexy Adam? You want to taste of me?" You ask in a teasing tone, putting yourself in another suggestive position as he keeps snapping pictures.

"Oh fuck yeah babe. You're so fucking sexy. You're the fucking best." He says a bit breathlessly, watching you through the camera, snapping pictures as you keep posing in sexy ways.

"Alright, I'm ready. Let's tie me up." You say, standing up straight, smiling at Adam. He quickly moves away from the camera and grabs the rope you brought earlier. You chuckle at how eager he is to do this. But you know that you're just as eager.

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Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI!! Sex implied, argument implied, angst, pet names,

Kinktober day 12: Make-up Sex (Adam Stanheight x fem!reader)

There you sat on the edge of the bed, your eyes welling up with tears as you held your head in your hands. Adam lightly tapped the already opened door, “Hey baby, look I’m-“

“Don’t talk to me Adam.” You weakly said, disappointment edged in your voice.

He sat down next to you, trying to touch your shoulder as you pushed him away, “Baby please, c’mon. Just talk to me.. please.”

“Okay fine.” You stood up, “then explain these,” you said as you pulled out an envelope, throwing it towards Adam. By the guilty look on his face he knew he was done for.

“Baby please,” Adam repeated.

“Tell me what these are, now. Have you been doing more freelance work again- Adam you told me you had changed,”

“Wait, hold on a minute, sweetheart.” Your boyfriend had that stupid smirk on his face, “You haven’t seen these have you?”

“No.. not yet,” you reluctantly admitted, “but I swear if you’ve been stalking people again, I-“

“No, no baby it’s not like that at all.” He chuckled, “Open the envelope for me,”

Your fingers lightly picked at the paper, tearing it open; you had to admit that you were quite nervous. The contents of the envelope spilled out onto the bed and you were in awe, “Oh, Adam,” you started with a warm expression, “What are these?”

“They’re just little snapshots I took of you when you weren’t looking.” He explained, giving you a hug from behind as he pointed to each photo. “See, this is you on your last birthday when we went to the theme park; this is us on the beach that one time; and here is that one time we hung out with Lawrence and he told that really stupid joke,” he chuckled at the memory, “I guess all I’m saying is, these are all the memories I have with you that I never want to forget. You’re my world and I love you baby.”

Your eyes once again welled with tears, but these were different.. happy.

“I’m so sorry Adam, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I should have let you explain sooner,” your head hung low, “I was such a bitch to you, you don’t deserve that; you are quite literally the best guy I’ve ever had.”

Your boyfriend pulled you into a bear hug with a his signature smirk plastered on his stupid face, “Oh shut up babe, you’re not a bitch- you had the right to be angry, I would be too so stop beating yourself up, alright?” He trailed his lips softly against yours, “You really wanna make it up to me though?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “what can I do?”

“Oh I think you know exactly what I want you to do, baby.” He smirked.

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Kinktober Day 26: Edgeplay (John Kramer x Reader)

A/N: Here's another John Kramer piece for Kinktober! Naturally, I had to write edgeplay for him. As usual, minors DNI and y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Smut with AFAB, toys, edging

Word Count: 472

He was the bearer of pleasure, of pain. And oh, did he bring both so well.

John watches as your body writhes under the vibrator at your clit, the sound of its buzzing filling the air along with your moans. He could tell you were close with the crescendo of the noises you were making and the way your back arched off the bed, both of them being so delicious to his hungry eyes while they nearly devoured you whole with a single glance.

But just as you’re on the cusp of your orgasm, he takes the toy away. A groan falls from your parted lips, and your head falls back against the pillow in frustration. 

“John… Stop teasing!”

Your half-lidded gaze lands upon the white-haired man, eyebrows knitted together and lips tugged downwards in a frown. The buzzing through your body slowly begins to fade, and your cunt clenches around nothing. It was absolute torture, you think. But John was all about teaching you a lesson or two, and perhaps that’s what this was: a lesson in patience. He had always said you needed to learn the value of it, and you guessed this was his way of enforcing it.

“Patience, my dear.”

Your breasts rise and fall with labored breaths, and you slump against the bed. All the while, John watches you with a low chuckle falling from his mouth. It was amusing, he thinks… Seeing you like this. Wanting and waiting oh so patiently despite how frustration makes itself known in your posture and face. 

John then places the toy against your clit yet again, starting to work you up to your high for the umpteenth time tonight. Your toes curl and fingers twitch in the sheets at the pleasure building in your core and warmth coursing through your veins. 

He hums in contentment at your reaction. Once again he was the bringer of such pleasure despite being able to take it away in the blink of an eye. Your body relaxes against the sheets, convinced that now would be the time he would finally allow you to reach your climax. 

And so the pleasure builds and builds with your back arching and the flick of the switch on that vibrator having it kick up a notch. Your thighs press together as you throw your head back, that all too familiar band in your abdomen tightening and twisting much like you were doing against the soft material below you. 

John chuckles.

The room goes silent as he cuts the power off the toy, watching your face contort in displeasure with your jaw clenching together to bite your tongue. Your voice fills the air only for John to pull away, removing himself from the bed entirely as you stare in disbelief. So, he was going to play that game.

“John!”

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Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI!! Sex references, virgin!reader, experienced!Strahm, age gap, fluff

Kinktober day 11: First Time (Peter Strahm x fem!reader)

You find yourself sprawled out in nothing but your underwear on Peters king sized bed, “So pretty, baby,” he hummed.

As Strahm went to caress the side of your arm you couldn’t help but flinch. His eyes filled with concern as his face softened, “Sweetheart, is everything alright?”

“Yeah I’m okay.. I guess I’m just a tad nervous is all.”

The agent sat down next to you as you pulled yourself up, “You wanna tell me what’s bothering you?”

You hesitated a moment, “It’s just- it’s just a little embarrassing for me.” But finally you admitted, shame clouding your face, “I’m a virgin, Peter.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Peter sympathised with a light chuckle, “there’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s all normal; plus I knew you were a good girl.” He winked. “I’m just wondering why you’d want to have your first time with a man twice your age.” He joked, earning a light hearted shove to his broad shoulder.

The agent raised his hands in defence, “In all seriousness though, angel, I’ll be as gentle and as slow as you need me to okay? I promise you with all of my heart, you can trust me. If you wanna stop we can stop at anytime, just say the word.”

You felt like crying. You knew agent Strahm was a nice guy, but seeing him so sweet and loving like this touched something within you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Peter scooted a little closer to your form, “Am I okay to touch you?” He asked- you nodded in response.

“I’m gonna need some verbal consent, sweetheart, it’s only right.”

“Yes please.”

Peter began by caressing your shoulders, dropping one hand down to give your hip a light squeeze while the other cupped the side of your face; his calloused thumb stroking your cheek. He leaned in, grazing his lips over yours,

“You, my dear, are about to have the most fun of your sweet little life.”

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Kinktober Day 25: Titty Fucking (Peter Strahm x Reader)

A/N: Here's another Strahm piece for the Kinktober as it's winding down. Minors DNI and y'all enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut with AFAB reader

Word Count: 311

“You’re going to kill me one of these days.”

Peter’s head tilts back as he lets out a grunt, Adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow at the way your breasts are pressed around his cock. You gaze up at him with half-lidded eyes and a lopsided grin as you smile all the while. It always brought you great pleasure seeing him like this: the once composed Special Agent Strahm now a blushing, grunting mess in front of you.

You were settled on your knees between his parted legs, his member sliding between your breasts that you pushed together with your hands. Your bare skin glistens with lube, slick and messy along with the precum that drools from his cockhead.

“I take it that’s a good thing.”

You giggle into the heated air between the two of you and continue to move your breasts up and down. Eyes drink in the way his hips roll to continue working his cock between the lube covered fatty tissue. 

His chest rises and falls with each deep breath that falls from his thin, parted lips. Fingers twitch in the sheets below his body as he gazes down at you and the scene unfolding before him. His eyes widen when you lean down to take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

His orgasm hits him fast and heavy after that, eyes scrunching together and mouth parting with a low groan while his dick spurts hot cum into your mouth - lips still wrapped around the tip despite how you slide your breasts up and down around him.

Peter’s head spins as he’s worked down from his high, ears ringing when he reaches up a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from your face with a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“It’s a good thing… A very good thing.”

[sawbathroomlovers]

Kaycee's Ultimate Masterlist

Here is a list of all of my masterlists including Kinktober 2024, regular works, and requests! Y'all enjoy!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Request Masterlist

[sawbathroomlovers]

Heyyy, I’m here to request some more dr Gordon :)

I’m not feeling too well and have a cold/flu kinda thing so was wondering if I please could have some Lawrence x fem!reader fluff and he’s just kinda looking after her, getting her tea etc with some cuddles :) thank youuu

Thank you so much for the request as I had SO much fun writing this! I hope you feel better and hopefully you will enjoy the little drabble I've written. Thanks again!

Sickness: Lawrence Gordon x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 378

“Here. Eat this.”

Lawrence gingerly places the warm bowl of chicken noodle soup into your hands, his own large hands cradling your smaller ones to make sure you don’t drop it. You give a weak smile up at him, and your gaze falls to the bowl of soup in your hold.

It hadn’t been long since you returned from the doctor’s office as per the advice from your doctor boyfriend himself, having arrived home with an ache in your hip and a paper bag full of medications. You raise a balled fist to cough into it with your nose scrunching in pain at your sore throat. 

“Thanks, Larry.”

“Of course, darling… Anything for you.”

Lawrence smiles down at you and raises a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, but his lips purse in thought as he presses the back of his head against your forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

He clicks his tongue and slips off to the bathroom before returning with a thermometer, and you can’t help but smile all the while despite how your body trembles and aches from the flu you’re suffering from. How you ended up this lucky with someone like Lawrence by your side, you had no idea. But you definitely weren’t complaining… Not one bit. 

Lawrence slips the thermometer into your mouth with one of his thumbs brushing against the apple of your cheek as he gazes down at you with such care and adoration even if you were sick and felt the absolute worst. 

“Just as I thought.”

He murmurs to himself when his eyes flicker toward your temperature flashing on the thermometer’s screen. A kiss is pressed against your forehead, gentle and treating you like you were made of glass in this weak moment of yours. He places the thermometer to the side before he reaches behind you to fluff your pillow. That has you chuckling.

“Larry, I don’t deserve you.”

You speak truthfully, and your heart flutters in your chest. Lawrence can only shake his head in response, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss - not caring if you were sick or not, he would always show you some love.

“Of course you do, dear. You deserve everything I can offer and more.”

[sawbathroomlovers]

Kaycee's Request Masterlist

Here is a collection of the requests I've done!

Lawrence Gordon

Exhaustion

Sickness

John Kramer

Distraction

Daniel Matthews

Grief

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Kinktober Day 13: Roleplay (Peter Strahm x Reader)

A/N: This is very cheesy and short, but it's fine. I am now officially caught up on Kinktober yet again! Not to mention I have the next two days already planned out, so that's one thing I have going in my life lol. As usual, minors DNI! And y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Suggestive with AFAB reader

Word Count: 388

“I promise I’ll be good, Special Agent Strahm.”

You purr into the heated air between you two, hands above your head and restrained by a pair of handcuffs - the metal gently biting into your skin. Peter hovers over you and slots himself between your spread legs as heat creeps up his neck from the collar of his white, button-up shirt all the way to the tips of his ears.

He had been adamant about indulging in your fantasies that included him being Special Agent Strahm in the bedroom. It dealt too much with work, he thought to himself. And what he didn’t want to think about when he walked through the doors of you two’s shared home was work.

But the way you begged him to roleplay this little fantasy of yours and batted your eyelashes at him… It was hard to say no. Especially with how good you looked restrained with those handcuffs on. Peter shrugs off his coat and tosses it to the side, gazing down at you all the while with half-lidded eyes that watch your bra-clad breasts rise and fall. Not to mention there was that little smirk on your face that he knew he would have the pleasure of wiping off by the time he was done with you.

“You should’ve thought of that before you got yourself into this situation.”

He states matter-of-factly, hands reaching down to unclasp his belt with a jingle of the metal. You roll your hips to tease him, hoping he was able to see the wet spot blooming in your panties and know that it was him who did this. 

His ever watchful eyes gaze down at the way you’re trying to tease him, and he silently wonders how you were able to get off on this little game of pretend so quickly.

Peter gives a tug to his tie, loosening the material as you watch him - bare legs hugging his hips and brushing against the fabric of his slacks. Your fingers twitch above your head as they slowly begin to go numb, but it was all part of the experience you thought to yourself. You bite your bottom lip when Peter begins to tug his shirt off, noticing the look in his eyes as he speaks down to you.

“You have the right to remain silent...”

[sawbathroomlovers]

LAWRENCEEEEEE!!

YESSSS!

*starts going absolutely feral*

I too am feral for Dr. Lawrence Gordon. Especially after seeing him on the big screen at the Saw rerelease on Sunday!

Expect more Lawrence content soon, anon! :)

[sawbathroomlovers]

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI!! Smut, shower sex, dirty talk, slight daddy kink

This gif has a chokehold on me😭

Kinktober day 10: Shower (Mark Hoffman x fem!reader)

“God baby, you’re so tight,” Hoffman groaned as he sank into you; your breasts pressed up against the cold bathroom tile, “Been waiting for this cunt all day, doll face.”

Mark had always been rough and dominant in the bedroom but he didn’t like to wait, causing him to be even rougher. This morning, you had teased him, rubbing your ass up against his crotch to wake him up, but then the both of you had to leave for work. Mark had felt high and dry all day, wanting nothing more than to take out all of his pent up energy on you.

You whined as he grabbed a fist full of your hair, causing your head to snap back.

“Aww baby, that hurt a little?” Hoffman hummed, false sympathy clouding his words, “Daddy’s sorry. Fuck, you just feel so good.”

News flash: he was in fact, not sorry.

You let out a lewd moan as your boyfriend’s hips smashed against your ass in a sweet rhythm you didn’t want to end. Mark released your hair and went straight for your chest, “Oh fuck, god you’re perfect. Looking so pretty as this tight cunt swallows every inch of this cock.” He rolled his hips back with each syllable, making you reel in pleasure.

Hoffman reached further down, trailing his hand to your swollen clit; it was endgame for you.

“Shit, Mark! Mm yeah please,”

“That’s it sugar, fuck.. being such a good girl for daddy. You like that, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but to just nod your head, your whines and mewls echoing through the house for all to hear.

Mark brought his head just next to the side of yours, gently nibbling your earlobe as he growled, “Don’t you ever think about doing this again, you hear me sugar? Because it will not end well for you.”

But in reality, it would end very well for you- as this was the best sex you’d ever had with Mark Hoffman.

[sawbathroomlovers]

Warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI!! breeding kink, pregnancy mentioned, suggestive/foreplay

Kinktober day 9: Breeding (Lawrence Gordon x fem!reader)

“Are you alright, darling?” Your husband asked, seeing you curled up in bed with a hot water bottle.

Looking up at him you softly say, “Yeah Lawrence, I’m okay. I just have a few cramps is all.”

“Aww sweetie,” he said with a sympathetic head tilt, “but I thought your period wasn’t for another couple of weeks. I mean if it’s become irregular darling, I’ll need to take a look in case it’s something more serious-“

“No Lawrence,” you giggled, “I’m just ovulating, don’t worry.”

“Oh,” Lawrence mused, a smirk forming on his face. He inches closer, taking off his clothing piece by piece. He climbed onto the bed, trapping you in between his strong arms as he growled, “C’mere you.”

You couldn’t help but feel excited, seeing him so needy like this turned you on in ways nothing else ever had.

Before you had time to think, he kissed you passionately, lips trailing down to your neck as he squeezed your breasts through the fabric of your shirt. Writhing and moaning beneath him, you too, quickly rid of your clothes. Your hands ran down his back and chest, every now and then teasing his cock. He began to rut against you, groaning in such a seductive manner.

“What has gotten into you, baby?” You questioned, enjoying this side of your husband.

“I’m gonna get you so fucking pregnant.”

[sawbathroomlovers]

Kinktober Day 11: Gags (Amanda Young x Reader)

A/N: I really enjoyed this one, so I hope y'all enjoy it as well! I just love Amanda Young that's for sure. As usual, minors DNI! One day left then I'll officially be caught up with Kinktober... again!

Warnings: Smut with AFAB reader

Word Count: 352

“I guess this is one way to shut you up.”

Amanda teases with a lopsided smile while you roll your eyes at her words. The silk gag in your mouth keeps you from giving a snarky response back at her, the words you try to speak being muffled and incomprehensible. 

“Have something you’d like to say?”

She glances up at you, pausing the shuffling in the nightstand drawer with a smug chuckle. You narrow your eyes at her as she pulls out a vibrator, and you’re able to tell she’s already enjoying this a little too much. But then again, so are you.

Especially when the vibrator buzzes to life with a flick of the switch and she promptly places it against your clit, your body reacting accordingly with the twitch of your limbs and a stifled moan falling from your gagged mouth. Amanda circles your sensitive nub with the vibrating toy as watchful eyes take in your every move. 

You continue to moan around the gag, back arching off the bed at the stimulation against your clit - walls clenching around nothing as your chest heaves. You try to formulate a response around the silk material in your mouth with nothing but gibberish falling from your dry tongue. 

“What was that? I don’t think I understood you…”

She smirks with the tilt of her head as she can’t help but mess with you in moments like these where you were so vulnerable: you with your bare body writhing against the sheets and the drool beginning to run down your chin.

Amanda pulls away only to tug the gag from your mouth and watch as you blink with wet eyes up at her, the vibrator’s buzzing still filling the air between you two. You swallow hard to regain the moisture in your mouth before sheepishly whining now that you were able.

“Please, Amanda.”

She chuckles and reaches up to slide the gag back into your mouth before pressing the vibrator back against your clit, ranking up the setting to the highest one in order to satiate your needs. “Well, since you asked nicely…”

[sawbathroomlovers]

Kinktober Day 24: Masturbation (Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x Reader)

A/N: Here's another little voyeuristic piece for Adam (naturally). As usual, minors DNI! And y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Male masturbation, voyeurism

Word Count: 357

He was sick. So very sick.

But the way his lube covered hand slides up and down his shaft, he doesn’t care about that. It felt too good. Too good to even think about how fucked up the situation was. No, that would occur after his orgasm like it often did.

Adam’s gaze remains fixated on the photograph in his hand. The star of the show being you. You were in the middle of changing in this particular photograph, having left your curtains open and giving Adam a front row seat to the scene. 

He grunts into the air as his head falls backward, mind overtaken by you and his pleasure while he wonders what you would feel like wrapped around his cock - the thought causing his hips to buck into his grasp. Adam had dreamt of having you in his shitty little bed and fucking you exactly like he was fucking his hand far too many times. 

But that would never happen, he thinks bitterly as he continues to fist his cock. You were far too sweet, too pretty for someone like him. Someone so… Pathetic. He was a voyeur at heart and a voyeur he will remain he supposed.

Adam bites his bottom lip to stifle a moan and gives a final thrust into his hand, cum spurting from the slit in his cock to paint his fingers and palm. His shoulders rise and fall with each labored breath, and his nose scrunches and eyebrows furrow at the mess he’s made.

He wipes his hand on the sheets below his body before sliding a cigarette from the carton on his nightstand, slipping it between his thin lips with a glance over at the photograph. He picks it up to gaze upon it closer. Dark eyes flicker from your face down to your bare body before he shoves the photo in the top drawer of the nightstand along with the others he’s taken of you.

The cigarette is lit with a flick of the lighter, and all the while…

Adam wonders if he’ll get lucky enough to capture such another candid photo of you sometime soon.

[sawbathroomlovers]

Kinktober Day 10: Lingerie (Lawrence Gordon x Reader)

A/N: Here's another redo! This time with Lawrence Gordon! As usual, minors DNI. And y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Suggestive, AFAB reader

Word Count: 393

“I’m not bothering… Am I, Larry?”

You hover in the doorway of Lawrence’s office with the trench coat wrapped tightly around your figure, watching as he looks up from the files in front of him with a smile tugging at his thin lips from the sight of you. He shifts in his office chair before gesturing you into his office with a beckoning finger.

“Of course not, darling.”

You step into the room before swiftly shutting the door behind you with the click of its lock, corners of your lips twitching with a grin as you turn toward him and walk into the middle of the office - hands tucked in the pockets of your trench coat. 

“What are you up to?”

Lawrence quirks a brow at you, and his head tilts curiously at how coy you were acting. You bat your eyelashes at him while you fiddle with the strings of the tan trench coat, shifting from one heeled foot to the other under his gaze. 

“Oh, nothing much…”

You speak as you take a step closer to his desk before you pull one of the strings of the trench coat, and your hands reach up to slide the material off your bare shoulders. The coat falls to the ground in a pile of fabric to reveal the strappy piece of lingerie underneath. 

A soft chuckle falls from your lips at the sight of Lawrence’s agape mouth and wide eyes, the pen in his hand clattering to the desk in shock at you in such attire right here in his office. It was like a dream come true, he thinks. Especially as you walk around his desk to slot yourself between his legs, breasts pressing against his chest before capturing his lips in a kiss. You murmur into his mouth and relish in the feeling of his large hands settling on your hips.

“Like what you see, Doctor?”

Lawrence pulls away to catch his breath, and his lips curl into a grin up at you while you smooth your hands over his shoulders clad by his white coat. His half-lidded eyes flicker across your features, his cheeks tinted pink at the closeness and how much trouble the two of you could get into doing this… But Lawrence did need a lunch break after all, he thinks with a chuckle.

“Darling, I love it.”