#[ kinktober 22 ]

[hopelessrromantix]

kinktober day 1 - somnphilia

somno obviously, not much prep, not gendered but reader has a dick

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“Morpheus?”

Silence.

What a rare sight, Morpheus actually letting himself rest.

He was surely somewhere in the Dreaming. He was much weaker asleep than he was awake, but it meant he had to let himself relax. Mostly because he couldn’t perform his usual duties while sleeping himself.

Usually you wouldn’t want to disturb his sleep, but upon finding out that Morpheus can still feel what happens to his body he was practically begging for this.

You started small, light touches that hopefully wouldn't alert him. If anything he'd think you were shifting in your sleep. Your hands skimmed his hips and brushed his collarbone, not enough to give away your plans.

His back was against your chest, his body more relaxed than you'd seen him in a long time. His clothes were much lighter, though still the signature black color you never saw him without.

The small touches didn't go unnoticed, but they didn't disturb him either. Perfect.

You grew a bit more daring, sliding your fingers into your own mouth before dipping your hand into his pants.

Your finger softly traced the rim of his hole before dipping in, stretching him slowly. No noise so far, but time was sure to be limited before Morpheus decided to come back.

You dipped another finger in slowly, eventually adding a third. Soft moans came out of his mouth, just above a whisper.

You fully slid down his pants, lining yourself up and sinking into him slowly.

That elicited a much louder moan, and for a moment you were certain he'd woken up.

Still nothing. Wherever Morpheus was in the Dreaming, it seemed like he was having fun with this too.

Given the lack of intervention, you stopped being subtle.

Your hips snapped into his, forcing your cock deeper into him. He was tight around you, slowly clenching as you continued to fuck into him.

"Is this your idea of relaxing?"

His voice surprised you, though it sounded strained. You slammed your hips against him again, prompting a much louder moan.

"Well I was having fun," you smirked. "Couldn't help fucking you when you look so pretty."

You grabbed his hips, changing your position. You knelt behind him, facing him into the pillow as you kept going.

He whined at the compliment. "Touch me?" He pleaded, voice breaking slightly with each thrust.

"Ask nicely." You pulled him back onto your cock, thrusting forward at the same time. He let out a much louder whine.

"Touch me please? Please?"

You chuckled at the eager sound of his begging.

"No, sweetheart. You can cum on my cock alone, can't you baby?"

His whine was more like a whimper this time.

"I want an answer." You clarified, stopping your hips.

"Yes, I'll cum without you touching me." He responded, trying to drive his hips back.

"Good boy."

You were going to drive him mad.

[littlest-dark-age]

The urge and scratch to write is slowly coming back so I'm hoping to do some kinktober stuff at some point maybe?

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thanks for the reblog. Glad you enjoyed!

Run (you belong to me)

AN: It's time for my annual 'you're going to hell' post. You're in a relationship with Bruce Banner, which ultimately means you're also in a relationship with his alter ego, Hulk.

Hulk had his first taste of intimacy with you in Pretty Girl, and you've found that you're happy to cater to both of your partner's proclivities...

I'm using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Thanks to my beta @sidepartskinnyjeans who even did maths with me to try and work out some 'sizing'. We couldn't come to any definative answer, and the internet also gave a range of answers. I've therefore left 'size' undefined other than 'big, but not impossible'.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

CW: Primal Play, Breeding, Explicit Sexual content, bit of size kink and power exchange, smidge angst

Word Count: 2.1k

The mistake you made was looking back. The reason it was a mistake was because it meant you weren’t focused on what was in front of you.

Crack!

The sound of the twig breaking under your foot was loud in the comparative silence of the woods. 

You’d gotten a head start, and so far you hadn’t heard any signs of pursuit, but you knew it was a matter of time - he was just waiting for you to make a mistake, and give him some indication of where you were.

And now you’d given him one.

You froze, ears straining, hoping against hope that the sound had been too quiet for him to pick up. A moment crept by, then another, and then you heard it, the sound that made your heart both sink and race at the same time; a loud roar that caused the birds to take flight from the other side of the wood.

All attempts at stealth were now useless, the effort you’d put into staying downwind of him and as silent as possible had been an utter waste of time. Your only option now was to run, and try to get out the other side of the woods before he found you.

You shot off as fast as you could, sprinting across the scrub, ducking under low hanging branches and leaping over logs and rocks. Your heart pounded in your chest and you drew in ragged breaths as you went. You were glad for the hours spent on the gym treadmill, but you were by no means an athlete. And, you didn’t have the insane enhanced stamina of your pursuer. However, you had to try - you had to get away.

You kept going and the trees started to thin; you were reaching the edge of the woods, you were going to do it!

An almost deafening bellow sounded from behind you and you whipped your head around, and saw him, crashing through the trees, the black hair on his head pointing at all angles, small trees and saplings bending and cracking as he passed. Then he stopped, snorted and smiled. Your movement slowed, confusion crossing your face.

What was he doing? Why had he stopped?

He brought his hands in front of him and realisation struck. Panic spiked and you sped up, even though you knew it was pointless.

He clapped. Once and firmly. 

You heard it, and then, moments later, you felt the results. The ground, the very air, rumbled and you were knocked over, sprawling in the dirt and leaves. You tried to fight the disorientation, shaking your head and blinking, as you struggled to get up. Then it all went dark as the blue of the sky was blotted out by his massive frame.

“Caught you, Pretty Girl!”

Hulk grinned as he pulled you up from the forest floor.

“You thought you could run from Hulk, ha! No escaping Hulk.”

He lifted you closer to his face and he pressed his nose against your neck, inhaling deeply and then chuckling, a sound that was so deep and sonorous it almost made you vibrate.

“Let me go!”  You squirmed, futilely, in his grip.

“No. You belong to Hulk. Hulk’s now, to play with.”

You drummed your fists on his forearms and kicked out with your feet, but they bounced straight off his broad muscles.

“No, no, no!”

“Pretty Girl will like it. Will enjoy playing with Hulk. But Pretty Girl is too covered.”

He hooked his index finger into the neckline of your top, and with a brief pull, ripped it down the middle, so that it hung in tatters off your arms. A second, almost gentle, tug destroyed your bra. 

Hulk huffed as he looked at your semi-bared form, his gaze drinking in every freckle, every stretch mark, as if they were the brush strokes of a master painter. And your breath caught in your throat, all thoughts of fleeing gone from your head. The way he had man-handled you, and the way he looked at you, primal and animalistic made your pussy pulse inside your jeans.

He cocked his head to the side, sniffed the air, and then grinned.

“Pretty Girl excited.”

With more care than anyone would think, Hulk brushed away leaves and debris from the ground with his foot, and then lay you gently on the soft earth. He tugged at your jeans until those fell in strips away from your body, and your underwear proved to be no barrier at all.

“Please!” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for at this point.

The Hulk huffed again, then, kneeling in the mulch over your body, he encased the whole of one breast in his mouth, and very carefully rubbed the rough pad of his giant thumb over the other.

Pleasure lanced through you, your hands scrabbling in the dirt as he started to lay claim to your body. Your whines and moans seemed to spur him on and he gently stroked his large hands over your body as he suckled on each breast in turn. God, he made you feel so small.

A finger prodded between your legs, sliding into your folds, which were embarrassingly slick. Without thought, your legs opened further, and you groaned low in your throat as his finger pressed inside you, stretching you, filling you. This was all so wrong, but, fuck, did it feel right, you the prey, the well earned prize for this predator, your only job now to slake his appetites.

He released your breast with a lewd pop, and grinned down at you, dark and feral.

“Pretty Girl belongs to Hulk now. Not Banner. Hulk better than Banner.” He laid a hand over your stomach, gently caressing. “Hulk fill Pretty Girl with Hulk babies. Make Banner jealous.” 

He kissed you then, his gentleness so at odds with his size and public demeanour. Your dirt covered hands came up to cup his cheeks as his lips pressed against yours. Then, just as swiftly, he was pulling away and burying his face between your thighs, licking at your entire sex as he continued to finger you. 

Now you were glad that you were outside, away from anywhere and anyone else; you no longer wanted anyone to hear you, the way you were moaning and groaning under the sexual onslaught of a person the rest of the world saw as a monster. 

He slowly added a second finger besides the first, his saliva and your own arousal easing the way, but you still had to will your body to relax and accept him.

“Oh god!” You cried out at the sensation and your giant lover raised his head with a mirthful smile.

“No God, Pretty Girl. Only Hulk.”

He pumped his fingers slowly, watching the play of emotions across your face, before returning his face to your core. You could feel the stirring of your orgasm starting to wrap, tendril like, around you. It wouldn’t take a lot now to tip you over the edge.

That’s when he pressed in a third finger.

You screamed, all of the air in your lungs escaping in one go, and you thrashed around in the loose earth, wave after wave of pleasure wracking your comparatively small body. Hulk continued to feast on you, prolonging your pleasure until your body went slack beneath him and your screams turned to stuttered whimpers. Your eyes fluttered shut and you drew in breath after shuddering breath as you tried to process the dizzying sensations still jolting through your frame. 

Hulk carefully pulled his fingers from you, and shuffled around, huffing, before lifting you, lying down himself and laying you across his form. And that’s when you felt it. 

Your eyes shot open and you looked down, to where you lay with his very long, very thick cock nestled between your thighs.

“Pretty Girl should ride Hulk. Easier.”

You blinked, unable to tear your eyes away, your brain sluggish in its post orgasmic haze. A sharp sting as he slapped your ass had you jerking your head up to look at him.

“Ride. Or Hulk will be on top.”

You gulped, filled with trepidation. But you’d taken three of his fingers - you could take his cock, right? And he was right, at least if you were on top, you’d have some control over speed and depth.

Shifting, you balanced your knees on his corded thighs and, licking your lips, looked down at his cock properly. You’d have to be careful, but it didn’t look wholly impossible, and some of those veins and ridges… well, your breathing picked up again and your clit pulsed as you considered them.

With a sound of impatience, Hulk took himself in hand, holding his cock steady so that you could centre yourself. Moving a hand to your pussy, you started to stroke yourself in the way you knew made your arousal flow. You lowered yourself until you felt his tip start to breach you, then started up small, shallow bounces. From the corner of your eye you saw his eyes widen and his nostrils flare as he felt your pussy start to envelop him. Your moans were in sync when his head finally popped in.

Hulk’s face softened, and he looked at you in awe. You couldn’t help but grin at him, your roles in this game now discarded, as with each small roll of your hips, more and more of him disappeared inside you, until you had taken as much as you could. You braced your hands on his solid stomach, and with a coquettish smile rose up gently and then sank slowly back down. It was his turn now to fist the earth as your wet warmth encased him.

“Hey, Big Guy. Doing okay there? Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.”

He bit his lower lip, but nodded as you continued to move. He still had one hand around his base, and as you moved, your clit rubbed over the knuckle of his thumb. As each minute passed your body became used to the intrusion, the sheer size of him, and although there was no way you could bounce away with abandon, it definitely became easier. And looking down on this man was powerful. That a force of such destruction, a literal living weapon, was effectively neutralised by your touch made your head spin. He grunted under your ministrations, obviously almost completely overwhelmed by sensation.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. You gonna cum too? Gonna fill me up, give me your babies, yeah?”

All he could do was growl, the sound broken by the crack of a small sapling under his hand. 

You revelled in the feel of his thick shaft twitching inside you as you moved, each pronounced vein providing another point of pleasure. You were so close, but you couldn’t reach it. Your eyes met his again, and you knew that Bruce had spoken to him, when Hulk uttered one word to you.

“Cum.”

Your second orgasm was just as powerful as your first, although this time you had virtually no voice left, your scream effectively silent, as you shook atop him, your nails curling into his virtually indestructible flesh. As quiet as you were in your pleasure, Hulk was the opposite. He turned his head away from you and roared as his own orgasm hit. His hips bucked up and you had to steady yourself, as you felt his cum pour into, and then spill out of, your spasming pussy. You ground yourself against his hand hanging onto each last thread of bliss before collapsing over his stomach and chest and letting yourself rest.

Your eyes blinked back open as Hulk gently petted your head and back.

“Bet Banner can’t make Pretty Girl feel good like Hulk can.”

You smiled to yourself - he was always worried that you didn’t like him as much as his alter-ego, no matter how much you told him you loved him, so he had a tendency to try and one-up the scientist.

“You know what else you can do, Big Guy? Carry me back to the cabin, I’m filthy and gross, and so are you. I need a bath, and you, or Bruce will need one too.” You slapped a hand against his thigh jovially. “Come on, up.”

“Pretty Girl is bossy. Hulk in charge.” He might have grumbled at you, but he still got to his feet, with you cradled in one arm, your own wrapped around his thick neck. The pair of you were covered in dirt and cum, with twigs and leaves in your hair, but you’d never had so much fun. You pressed a loving kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“If you say so.”

You might never be able to have biological children with your boyfriends, but sometimes it was nice to pretend.

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feedism kinktober 28: movie star

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 22 - (Predicament) Bondage

Poly 141 - 3.3k

summary: Price and Ghost have some fun while Johnny and Gaz are tied up. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!price, dom!ghost, sub!gaz, sub!soap, predicament bondage (posture collar, one-bar prison, nipple & clit clamps), anal sex, trans ftm soap, trans ftm gaz, brief choking

note: this has a bit of ghostgaz, but almost all of it is ghostsoap with pricegaz fucking in the background. i tried to make it seem more like they were all interacting, but idk how i did lol

“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Captain,” Ghost says, eyebrows arched high as he runs a hand across his jaw.

Price has got Gaz and Soap set up in quite the predicament bondage, both of them looking oh so vulnerable and needy. They make quite the sight beside each other, pretty little things all tied up for he and Price to use to their heart’s content.

They’re in a complicated setup, both of them mirroring the other perfectly. Gaz’s head is held high, a collar with a leash attached to one of the hooks in the ceiling keeping him standing tall and proud, not able to dip his chin too low without choking himself. He’s stuck on his toes, a one-bar-prison impaling his cunt with what must be a sizable dildo considering Ghost can already see a bit of a bulge in his stomach and he’s not even close to flat-footed. He’s got a ring gag in, drool soaking his chin. His arms are folded behind him, locked with one forearm on top of the other in an arm binder.

Soap’s posed in an identical way - head held high, one bar prison, locked arms, up on his toes. The only difference is the gag, which for Soap is a rubber bone on the smaller side that still allows his little whimpers and whines to slip through. He’s far more wiggly than Kyle, trying to rock further up on his toes to find a more comfortable position, swaying from side to side and moving his head about to find what positions will and won’t choke him.

The two of them are connected by three chains - one from each nipple, Kyle’s left to Johnny’s right, and Kyle’s right to Johnny’s left. The chains attach to mean looking clamps with metal teeth, and they’re just short enough for there to be a constant tug on the clamps and no real way for them to relieve the pressure. It leaves them in an almost half-bowing position, trying to force slack into the chains while staying on balance, not impaling themselves further, and standing straight enough not to choke themselves.

The other chain is pulled taut where it connects from clit to clit, a matching pair of rubber-toothed clamps on each of the little nubs. Every inch that one of them sinks down, the other’s clit gets tugged down too. It leaves them in a constant state of writhing in pleasure, only to jerk more in pain. One slips down and the other yelps, one moves up and the other whines. It’s a twisted sort of dance that leaves both Kyle and Johnny panting and flushed, unable to stay still no matter how much they try. It leaves them forced to make a delicious choice between choking themselves, tugging on their clits, or sitting fully on the cocks halfway in their cunts.

The pose also leaves them both presenting their asses very nicely, backs arched and positions unbalanced with their arms made useless. The way their legs are spread leaves their back holes visible - even from the doorway Ghost can see a little jewel glittering between Kyle’s cheeks and a brown tail hanging between Johnny’s thighs.

“Took a bit of work,” Price replies, taking a long puff of his cigar and running his eyes over the squirming boys. Johnny rocks a little too far to the left, gets a loud shout of complaint from Gaz and a glare. “You’d think I’d sliced their little dicks right off the way they howled at the clamps.”

Ghost chuckles and steps up to the display, runs his hand slowly from the nape of Gaz’s neck to his ass. The tension in his back makes his muscles quiver, and Simon can’t resist grabbing him by the hip and forcing him down a few more inches. Kyle and Johnny both yelp at that, Johnny whining as he lets himself sink down too, and Gaz glares at Ghost when he steps to the side of them.

“Aw,” Ghost smirks and lifts a hand up to Gaz’s chin, wipes away a bit of the spit and gives him a harsh tap to his cheek. “Don’t like feeling so full?”

A harsh exhale through the nose and one sharp shake of the head.

Ghost mimics Kyle back, shakes his head slowly with an exaggerated pout. “No? Size queen like you doesn’t like a nice big cock in his cunt?”

A whine this time, a jerky nod instead. From his peripheral Ghost sees Price walk up behind Soap. He doesn’t look over, keeps his attention solely on Gaz so the boy doesn’t get distracted.

“You want more, then?”

Poor thing’s eyes are a little glazed, a little furrow between his brows telegraphing his confusion. He takes a nice deep breath through his nose, exhales heavily and glares at Ghost with slightly clearer eyes.

He only laughs, gives him another tap to the cheek. “You know you’ll take it all by the end of the night, will probably be whining and moaning for more when it doesn’t fill you up the whole way.”

Ghost ignores Gaz’s pouty expression, trades places with Price and sets himself behind Soap. He’s flushed all the way down his spine, his thighs quivering from the effort it takes to keep him up on his toes. The little tail sways a bit between his legs from all his twitching and shifting, and he can’t resist the urge to give it a little tug. Gets Johnny whining and leaning back, then Gaz making a little complaining noise.

“Look at you,” he hears Price murmur, and a moment later Johnny and Kyle both jolt forward with matching pained noises. Ghost glances down and sees that Price’s pointer finger rests in the middle of the lower chain, pushing down and forcing both of the boys further down their respective dildos to try and alleviate the pressure. They both let out upset noises, Johnny’s head jerking back and forth while Kyle’s drops as low as it can, stomach heaving when he takes a deep breath in.

Ghost runs a hand from Johnny’s shoulder down to his ribs, letting himself explore all the skin available to him while Price plays around with tugging the chain up. Both boys jerk further up on their toes in sync, and Ghost can’t help but laugh at their twin moans.

“Like little synchronized swimmers,” Price murmurs, pushing down again and using his free hand to push the nipple chains back and forth in the air. Again, Johnny and Kyle jerk down in sync and groan at the stretch.

“Synchronized sluts, more like,” Ghost grunts, pulling away from Johnny’s sweat-slick body just long enough to undo his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles, tugs his briefs so they rest behind his balls and he can set his rapidly hardening cock along the arch of Johnny’s back.  Price takes a final puff of his cigar before stepping away for a moment to put it out, then takes off his own belt and pants as he stands behind Gaz. 

Price groans, shoots Ghost an affectionate glare. “That was terrible, even for you, Simon.”

Soap - the little whore - grunts his agreement and jerks his head in a nod. Ghost scowls, lands a bruising blow to his ass and forces him down another inch or so by the hip. That gets him a squeal from both Johnny and Kyle, and a glare from the latter. Ghost smirks at him a little, reaches around the front of Soap’s body to flick the chain connecting their clits. This time Kyle’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Much better.

Ghost turns his attention down to Johnny’s ass, the little hole he’ll be fucking. The plug doesn’t look very large, probably just wide enough to stretch him out but not so wide that he’ll be loose for Simon. He can’t resist the urge to bat the tail back and forth, smirks a little when Johnny shivers at the brush of fur against his thighs.

“Wag your tail for me, Johnny,” he rumbles, rubbing little circles against his hips with his thumbs. Johnny grunts, shakes his head and tries to glance over his shoulder before he realizes he’s choking himself and gives up.

Ghost scowls, firms his grip on Johnny’s hips and forces him down, back up, down, back up, several times. The motion doesn’t wag the tail as effectively as moving from side to side would have, but it does the job.

It also gets both of the little toys screaming, the sudden jerking at their clits probably a horrible pain. Ghost nearly laughs at Gaz’s facial expression, gives Johnny a few extra thrusts just for the fun of it.

He stops when Johnny’s noises shift from whimpers to sharp little yelps, almost barks. As soon as he stops his thrusting motion Johnny sways a little from left to right, just enough for the chains not to tug very much, but still makes the tail swing between his thighs enough to satisfy Ghost.

“Good boy,” Ghost rumbles approvingly, running a hand from Johnny’s mohawk down to his ass. “Look at you, so happy to be stuck on a cock, huh pup?”

Johnny knows better than to ignore him, gives a sharp noise and then nods his head as much as he can.

It’s easy to slip the plug out, Johnny’s rim giving it up without any fuss. Ghost stretches to set it on a table, then gets back to appreciating Johnny’s ass, groping it a bit and spreading his cheeks wide.

It really is lovely, fat and tense and split on a cock. His cunt is spread wide, slick dripping down his thighs and the toy inside him, his little back hole winking at Ghost. It’s easy to sink his thumb in, pull to the side to get him gaping a little more. With the way he’s tied, Johnny can’t do anything but stand there and take whatever Ghost decides to give - either that or yank on his little clit until he’s screaming.

He doesn’t bother to stretch him out anymore, just rubs his cock up and down Soap’s ass crack to coat himself in the mix of slick and lube, then notches his head right in Johnny’s hole.

He hooks his chin over Johnny’s shoulder and keeps his hands tight on his hips as he slowly sinks in, feels Johnny moaning and tensing every muscle to keep from moving, watches as Gaz’s eyes roll back in his head from whatever it is Price is doing knelt down behind him. He jerks down in a quick thrust, has Johnny trying to overcorrect and both of them moaning when the chains pull.

Ghost can’t help but laugh a little as he sinks himself balls deep, reaches up to grasp both of the upper chains in one hand and yanks down with enough force that the clamps nearly come off their tits. It gets both of the boys screaming, Johnny tightening up so much that Ghost isn’t even sure he can pull out.

“Doesn’t get old, does it?” Price grunts, leaning just far enough to the side of Gaz to shoot Simon an amused look.

“No, it doesn’t,” he replies, tucking his nose into Johnny’s throat and giving a few shallow thrusts. Johnny moans again, the sound vibrating through his skin to Ghost’s lips, and he goes a little looser in his hold, leans a little more of his weight into Simon’s hands and the leash holding his head up.

Ghost leans back just enough to glance down and watch as he pulls out, Johnny’s hole spread obscenly wide around him. He plants his forehead on Johnny’s arched back, gives him a few thrusts and just watches the way his body accepts Ghost’s cock so easily. It’s almost mesmerizing, the slow glide of skin, the way his hole doesn’t fight the intrusion at all. If he could, Ghost would spend days just like this - slowly fucking in and out of a bound Johnny, enjoying the view. 

The loud moan from Soap reminds him that he’s very much not a doll, and will probably pout about not being treated fairly for days after he’s untied. The thought doesn’t bother Ghost as much as it might’ve with past partners - Johnny’s always needy and clingy when he’s feeling wronged. 

Still, having him bound and gag means Ghost doesn’t treat him as a partner. Right now, Johnny is just a whining thing for him to fuck. Ghost will let him come, but only if it feels good for him. Otherwise Johnny will stay right on edge, clenched up nice and tight with his cunt drooling.

Ghost lets his hand dip down Soap’s abs at the thought, spreads his pussy lips wide with his fingers to soak them in his juices. It makes Johnny feel vulnerable, which sets him shifting on his legs again - just enough to tug on the chains, if the nasty look and noise from Gaz are any indication.

Price has stood from where he was, and they’ve been together enough times at this point for Ghost to recoginze on both Gaz and Price’s faces that their Captain is spreading Kyle out for his fucking. He always likes them loose, Ghost wouldn’t be shocked if he tries to fit his entire fist up there.

He smirks at the thought as he fucks into Johnny a little more harshly. Gaz would make a nice puppet.

Apparently that’s not the road Price is going down tonight, because he wraps both of his hands around Kyle’s hips and clearly slides his cock inside the other man, if Gaz’s face is anything to go by.

There are a few moments of push and pull, where Price thrusts in on Ghost’s thrusts out, leaving the Gaz and Soap rocking back and forth with constant little tugs on the chains, slowly impaling themselves more and more as their legs go weaker.

As Johnny gets closer to the edge he gets more wiggly, like he’s trying to rub his dick on something that doesn’t exist so he can get off. The thought of Soap truly just being a toy for his pleasure, just a hole to fuck that doesn’t even have the privilege of an orgasm, has Ghost groaning out loud and thrusting just a bit harder. The change in pace has Johnny groaning, shifting around even more.

Ghost plants both of his hands on Johnny’s shoulders and pushes down, forces him to nearly choke himself with the collar and leash. He goes tense immediately, and every muscle in his body clamps up tight - Ghost throws his head back and moans, pumps his hips as much as he can and relishes in how much effort it takes to even pull out.

“Fuck, you feel good like this, Johnny,” Ghost moans, makes the noise as pleasure-filled as possible. “Nice and tight when you can’t breathe, huh? Might keep you like this ‘til I finish.”

There’s a little panicked, choking noise at that, and Johnny desperately tries to shake his head even with the tension in his leash.

“Yeah,” Ghost groans, settling back a bit. He shifts one hand to Johnny’s nape to hold him down, the other to his arms for a good grip. “You’re a little too loose when you can breathe Johnny.”

A grunt from Price as Simon starts to truly pound into Soap. “That’s what he gets for being a slut.”

Ghost barks out a laugh at that, jerks Johnny to the side by his neck and relishes Gaz’s squeal when both of their bodies sway. “Hear that, Johnny? Captain thinks you’re too used up to enjoy.”

“Now, I didn’t say that.” Price’s breathing is heavier, even at the slower pace he’s fucking Gaz with.

“Sorry, sorry. Captain thinks you’ve taken too many cocks to be worth fuckin’ when you’re not choking, that better?”

Another laugh, lower. “Sure, that works.”

There’s a loud whine from Soap at the words, and he spasms a bit in his binds. Ghost lets go of his neck, helps haul him up a bit and continues his fucking to the chorus of Johnny’s heaving breaths through his nose. 

He mocks a disappointed groan, slows his thrusts down to put more force behind each one. “See, Johnny? I let you get a breath in and you go all loose on me again.” He slips the hand on Johnny’s arms down to his crack, strokes the stretched hole and puts just enough pressure to make Johnny think he’s about to push in a finger alongside his cock.

It has the intended effect, sending Johnny jolting as far away as he can. He can’t get much distance, impaled and tied as he is, but it yanks on every chain he’s got tied to him - his leash and all three chains connected to the front of his body. He nearly screams around his bone at  the pain, and over his shoulder Ghost can see Kyle’s eyes roll entirely into the back of his head. Price just barely manages to catch him by the throat, holding him up so he doesn’t choke while continuing to fuck him at a slow and steady pace.

“There ya go,” Ghost praises, worming his fingertip all around Johnny’s hole to keep him nervous. “Nice and tight again, like a good cunt should be. Well, a good ass right now, seeing as I’ve got no need for your cunt.”

Johnny whines a little, a high noise that makes him sound just like the needy thing he’s been reduced to. He can’t seem to choose between going limp and struggling, his body switching between the two every few seconds. It leaves him panting and wide-eyed, and both he and Gaz whining and whimpering at what must be constant pain in their little dicks.

“God, you feel so good with both your holes stuffed, boy,” Price moans. He’s a little red in the face, clearly fucked out and barely holding back his orgasm. He slides a hand to the front of Gaz’s body, pinches the clit clamp and moves it back and forth to mimic stroking the bundle of nerves.

Gaz nearly yowls, back arching as much as it can in this position, and abruptly dropping to the heels of his feet. He goes even louder if that’s possible, but his voice is almost drowned out by Johnny’s when the clamp almost goes flying off for him, and he’s forced to his heels just to alleviate the sting.

He nearly chokes Ghost’s cock, and the way he moans and writhes is a dead giveaway to his own orgasm. Ghost copies Price and shifts the clamp over his clit back and forth, forcing Johnny’s body to milk his cock as he starts to finally come deep inside the man. 

The room is filled with a symphony of noises - muffled and clear - as all four of them seem to finish at once. Ghost wishes he could open his eyes enough to see Price and Gaz’s faces, would love to lean forward and watch Johnny lose his mind, but the hot vice around his cock is far too pleasurable for him to put effort into anything but the tiny thrusts he gives to keep the stimulation going.

He lets his head fall to Johnny’s shoulder eventually, one of his hands lifting to cup his bound arms. The only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat and uneven pants, and he lets himself sink into the afterglow. Johnny whines a little, shifts on his feet and winces

“Alright,” Price huffs, the clink of his belt loud in the otherwise-quiet room. “You’re gettin’ them down from there since I set them up. I’ll be in the living room with blankets and water bottles.”

Ghost smiles against Johnny’s skin when he hears the old man lumber off, then gets to work easing their boys down for a few long hours of aftercare.

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Kinktober Day Twenty-Two: Intercrural Sex - Hyunjin/Chan

Tags: trans!Hyunjin (he uses words like pussy, cunt, and clit to describe his genitalia), mentions of gender dysphoria, thigh fucking, top!Chan, bottom!Hyunjin, cunnilingus, squirting

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“Shit–I don’t have any condoms. We ran out last time.” 

Hyunjin stilled underneath Chan, a frown forming on his lips. “Are you sure?” he asked, a slight whine in his voice. Chan nodded. An apologetic look twisted his features and Hyunjin sighed. It wasn’t that they weren’t clean, Hyunjin just didn’t want an accidental pregnancy occurring. He struggled with dysphoria enough as it was. 

“It’s fine,” he said after a second, reaching up to cup Chan’s cheek. “Really. You know that’s not the only thing we can do. You could always use that talented tongue of yours,” he said with a giggle, watching with delight as Chan’s face went red. Hyunjin was convinced that Chan could win a Nobel prize for his pussy eating skills alone. 

“Actually well…” Chan started, looking off to the side. He scratched the back of his neck. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to try and I dunno, I feel like this is a pretty good opportunity. I can still eat you out but–can I fuck your thighs first?”

The arousal that stirred in Hyunjin’s stomach followed by a throbbing between his legs was almost instant. He squeezed his thighs together and judging by the way Chan’s mouth twisted into a smirk, he noticed the reaction. “You like the sound of that?” Hyunjin scrunched up his face and shoved at Chan’s chest. 

“And? You’re the one that brought it up. Get off me so I can get in position.” Chan cackled as he scooted down the bed and Hyunjin turned over. He knew his face had to be bright red from how it was burning. He got onto his hands and knees and squeezed his thighs together. From this position Chan would be able to see just how wet Hyunjin was from the foreplay they had done earlier and the sudden influx of arousal from just the idea of Chan fucking his thighs. 

“Fuck, I’ll never get used to this sight. Can’t wait to taste you after this,” he said. He slipped a finger between Hyunjin’s folds and Hyunjin inhaled sharply at the contact. “You’re so wet for me, Jinnie.” 

Hyunjin huffed to mask a moan. Chan’s dirty talk always frustrated him because he wanted him to just get to it but he also simultaneously loved it too much. “You’re no better,” Hyunjin said back. “I could feel you dripping against my leg.” 

“And? You’re so sexy and gorgeous, how could I not be dripping for you, baby?” 

Hyunjin wanted to cringe but Chan knew exactly how much words of praise affected him. “Can you–Chan, please,” he said, the pulsing in his cunt already becoming too much. Chan slid his fingers over Hyunjin’s clit and he hissed. Fuck, why did Chan have to be such a tease. “Hyung.” 

“Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Chan said amusedly. “Let me grab the lube.” He got off the bed to go search for their lube that they kept mostly for the times Chan wanted Hyunjin to fuck him with his strap. 

He returned quickly and climbed back onto the bed behind Hyunjin, much to his relief. The click! of Chan uncapping the bottle of lube echoed through the room and Hyunjin shivered. He spread a decent amount over his cock and his breath hitched and even though it was such a slight sound it went straight to Hyunjin’s cunt. His walls clenched around nothing and he wished Chan could actually fill him tonight and fuck him properly. But any touch from Chan would be good. 

“Your thighs are so fucking pretty. I’ve always loved them so much,” Chan muttered, reaching out to squeeze the supple flesh beneath Hyunjin’s ass. His skin burned under Chan’s touch and he held back a whimper. “Squeeze your thighs together for me, yeah?” 

Hyunjin did as he was told and scooted his knees closer together so that his inner thighs pushed together. “Yeah, that’s it,” Chan said. Hyunjin could almost hear the pleased smile in his voice. 

He practically held his breath as he waited for Chan to touch him. As Chan’s hands made their way around his waist–a place he used to be so insecure about because of his stupid dysphoria before Chan showed him how much he loved it–a shiver went up his spine and goosebumps rose across his skin. The tip of Chan’s cock tapped against the little crevice between Hyunjin’s thighs and he felt the wetness of precum and lube smear around his skin. 

Chan’s cock finally slipped between Hyunjin’s clenched thighs and his breath hitched. “Shit, your thighs are so soft. Fucking perfect,” he groaned. He squeezed Hyunjin’s hips and his core ached. And the aching only increased when Chan began moving his hips, thrusting between Hyunjin’s thighs with as much enthusiasm as he did when fucking Hyunjin regularly. Knowing he was pleasuring Chan made warmth spread from his head to his toes in tingly waves. 

His legs began to tremble as Chan snapped his hips forward, the wet squelch of his lubed cock sliding between his thighs the only sound apart from Chan’s heavy breathing and low moans. His shaft rubbed over Hyunjin’s clit with every thrust and even the slight pressure had him moaning. His thighs were so sensitive too, and were usually the first place Chan went during foreplay. Just a few kisses had Hyunjin so riled up that he was dripping, soaking through his boxers. Having Chan fucking his dick between them seemed to be no different. Hyunjin could feel himself getting wetter and knew he was probably glistening. 

“Fuck this is–shittt,” Chan swore, his words getting cut off when Hyunjin clenched his thighs. “Knew this–this would be good. ‘M gonna come soon. Then I promise–promise I’ll make you feel so good, Jinnie. Gonna make you come on my fingers and mouth. You’d like that, yeah?” 

“Ahhh, hyung,” Hyunjin whimpered. He bit his bottom lip and his stomach flipped. He loved when Chan got talkative during sex. Half the time he would shut him up with a kiss but that was only because it got him so horny he could barely take it. “C-could probably come from just this,” he said. He’d always been sensitive, but ever since getting on testosterone his libido had gone up substantially and he’d gotten even more sensitive. And the way the tip of Chan’s cock hit his swollen clit with every snap of his hips was bringing him close embarrassingly fast. 

“Yeah?” Chan asked rhetorically. His voice came out strained, breathless. Hyunjin could tell he was close. 

“C-come on, hyung,” Hyunjin stuttered. “Pain my thighs with your cum. M-mark me.” 

Chan’s hips stuttered and he moaned. The grip he had on Hyunjin’s waist made his head spin. “Fuck,” he exclaimed. 

Hyunjin’s cunt clenched and he flexed his thighs so Chan would have a tighter hole. “Co-come on me Channie, please.” 

“Shit.” Hyunjin’s insides turned molten as Chan moaned and slipped his cock out from between his thighs so he could spill his cum all over the back of Hyunjin’s thighs and ass. Hyunjin whimpered at the feeling of his release coating his skin, and then Chan was flipping him over onto his back. “H-hyung, the bed,” he gasped. Heat twisted in his stomach at the act of strength. Fuck, he loved when Chan mandhandled him.

“We can wash the sheets. I wanna see your face when I look up at you,” he said. He grabbed Hyunjin’s thighs and spread them apart and then dropped his head down. Hyunjin choked on a moan when Chan flattened his tongue over his folds and dragged it over his hole to his clit. He sucked the swollen bud between his lips and Hyunjin’s legs jerked. 

“Nghhh, oh my gosh,” Hyunjin gasped. He tossed his head back into the sheets and writhed against the bed as Chan sucked on his clit and licked into his hole with vigor. 

“You’re fucking delicious,” Chan groaned, his words vibrating against Hyunjin’s sensitive skin. He flicked his tongue over his clit and his back arched off the bed. 

“O-ohh fu-uckk, Chan, Chan,” Hyunjin chanted. “I’m gonna–fuck–’m coming s-soon.” 

“Yeahh, come for me, wanna taste you.” Chan resumed his ministrations as soon as he was done talking, alternating between thrusting his tongue into Hyunjin’s hole and licking over his clit. Hyunjin’s abdomen tensed and he clenched desperately around Chan’s tongue whenever he licked into him. Pleasure zipped up his spine and he clenched his fists. 

“I-I’m coming, fuck,” he whimpered. His body went taut and his mouth fell open in a silent moan. He came so hard that clear liquid spilled out of him, coating Chan’s tongue. “Oh shit,” Hyunjin mumbled. Fuck, did he just squirt? 

Chan drank it up greedily, licking any of it off of him until Hyunjin grabbed his hair to stop him, too overstimulated to let him continue. When Chan sat up he immediately grabbed Hyunjin and pulled him into a deep kiss. Hyunjin didn’t even care that he could taste himself. 

“Holy shit,” Chan mumbled as he pulled away. “Can’t believe that got you to squirt. You hardly ever do that.” 

“I know,” Hyunjin breathed with a shaky laugh. “My thighs are just fucking sensitive. And I don’t know, it was hot…you’re hot. And your mouth is godly.” 

Chan laughed, leaning up to peck his lips. “And your thighs are godly.” He squeezed Hyunjin’s thigh and Hyunjin scrunched his nose. 

“Stop that,” he scolded. Chan chuckled again. 

“Alright, alright. Let’s take a bath now, yeah? Unless you wanna sit in both of our cum.” 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Of course I’ll take a bath now.” He made grabby hands and smiled sweetly. “Carry me?” 

Chan sighed and nodded. “Alright, I’ll carry you.” Hyunjin giggled happily as Chan wrapped his arms around him and carried him off to the bathroom. 

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Thigh Riding

Request: Yes / No Kinktober Day 22! 

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Tommy Merlyn x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 467

Warnings: SMUT

Summary: Tommy is busy working late, but you just can't wait any longer

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I was straddling his lap with my arms resting on his shoulders. Tommy was working on some paperwork in his office, but I couldn’t wait anymore. He just looked so sexy working that I needed to be close to him. He wrapped an arm around my waist as his other hand was busy writing something. I shifted slightly and gently rolled my his against his thigh. I bit my lip and Tommy looked at me with a raised brow. 

“You can’t wait?” He asked, a small smirk betraying him. 

“You just look so sexy, I can’t help myself.” He chuckles and gently pushes his chair from his desk. 

“Then let’s get you settled before I finish my work.” He said leaning back in his chair. He gripped my hips and dragged them against his thigh. My eyes widened slightly and I blushed. 

“Like this?” I asked and he smirked. 

“If you really can’t wait then you can ride my thigh.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“Come on, baby.” He encouraged. My body started rocking against his. Tommy watched me with a small smirk as I lost myself. Our clothes added an extra friction that made all this better. 

“Are you going to cum like this?” He asked. 

“I’m trying.” 

“Let me help.” He said. His hand smacked down on my ass, making me moan. He wrapped an arm around me, keeping me in place, and pressed me against his thigh. His other hand traveled up under my shirt, his fingers gripping my breast. He started bounding his leg, making me fall against his chest. He started contracting his muscles and my hips bucked against him. 

“You’re such a needy little thing.” He whispered in my ear. His voice sent a shiver down my spine. 

“You really need me that bad, huh?” He asked and I panted. 

“Please…” I begged, looking up at him with doe eyes. 

“I’ve got you.” He said, kissing my forehead. His hand slipped over my neck and gently squeezed. 

“I know you can ride me harder than this.” He said. I rutted faster and he clenched his muscles just the right way, making my head fall back in pleasure. 

“O-Oh!” I moaned, gripping his wrist. 

“Look at me, baby.” He said and I lifted my head to meet him again. His hand gripped my ass as his hips bucked to meet mine. He held me flush against him as I felt my high approach. Whimpers escaped my lips as my orgasm rolled through me. He smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. 

“Think you can let me finish and wait until we get home now?” He asked and I nodded, letting my body rest against him. 

“Good girl, I’ll make it worth your time.” He said, gently kissing my forehead.

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[seasaltandcastles]

Cherrytober; Oral Fixation & Feet

Lessons in Devotion

⤅Summary: A throaty laugh slipped from Seraphil’s lips as Gale lifted her bare foot to his shoulder, his thumbs massaging her heel in firm circles. His gaze traveled up her leg, lingering along the way to savor every bit of her. "I do," she whispered, her voice hitching as his lips brushed against her ankle, his tongue making lazy, deliberate swirls around her bracelet. The sensation made her skin tingle, anticipation pooling in her stomach. "But...how could the professor prove his loyalty? What could he possibly do to show the student he would never stray?" Her hips wriggled of their own accord, her breath catching as the cool wood of the desk pressed against her bare thighs. She lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing her panties to Gale's wandering eyes, a soft moan escaping her as his lips drifted to the top of her foot, sending waves of warmth rippling through her body.

⤅Pairing: Gale Dekarios x Named F!Tav (read about Seraphil here)

⤅Content: Oral fixation, feet worship, cunninglingus, worship kink, praise kink, panty kink, soft dom Gale, orgasm control, sex at work, female POV, a student has the hots for Gale and so he proceeds to let her know he is completely devoted to his wife

⤅Word Count: 5.7k

Seraphil quickly learned that Gale always needed something in his mouth— his quill, a toothpick, his fingernails, a blade of grass, even the inside of his cheek. His lips were never still. Every time she glanced over, she found his teeth grazing over something, his mouth shifting in an almost constant motion.

In the beginning, it drove her absolutely mad. Every time she saw him biting down on that cursed toothpick or the edge of his quill, it gnawed at her— why ruin perfectly fine teeth like that? She tried to write it off as an annoyance, but deep down, it was much more than that. It wasn’t just the habit; it was that his mouth, his lips, were occupied with something other than her. That realization had simmered beneath her surface, the frustration growing day by day. But when she found out about the orb– how it prevented him from feeling or even thinking of intimacy– everything clicked. Of course he needed some form of release. She understood all too well. If she couldn’t even find comfort in her own body, she’d have fallen into a far worse habit.

Once Gale gained control of the orb, she noticed his oral fixation ease. His lips found better purposes now- kissing her, nipping along her neck, sucking on her breasts or clit. It was a far better use of his mouth, and much healthier for that smile she loved so much. Of course, he still has his moments. Sometimes, she'd catch him brushing the feather of his quill over his lips, lost in thought as he wrote, but she never let him get too far. Her fingers would replace the feather, or her lips would find his, and whatever he'd been working on would vanish from his mind as he turned to her instead. She chalked it all up to nerves. The tendays before their final battle with the Absolute had frayed them all. Surely, once the danger passed and he could finally breathe, the habit would disappear entirely. Or at least that's what she told herself.

His habit didn’t stop. In fact, she soon discovered it was something he’d had his whole life, as his lovely mother kindly pointed out while showing her his childhood toys– many gnawed to various degrees. Morena had even invested in toys specifically made for children with such fixations. Thankfully, she also instilled in Gale an impeccable sense of oral hygiene and the manners of a gentleman, so his habit only surfaced when he was lost in thought, and mostly in private.

Or so she thought. At the end of Gale’s first semester as a professor at Blackstaff, he invited her to watch the graduating class present their dissertation work. She was more than happy to accept, eager to see the students’ take on nature magic– perhaps she’d even learn something new. Gale sat up front with the other professors, his sharp eyes focused on the stage, while Sera tucked herself into a seat near the back. She didn’t want to add to the students' nerves or steal a spot where a supportive face might make a difference. And then, in the middle of it all, she saw it.

Gale was deeply engrossed in his notes, no doubt critiquing the presentations with his usual sharp attention. His quill, now wedged between his teeth, bobbed slightly as he leaned back in his chair. His rolled-up sleeves revealed his toned forearms, and his long fingers drummed absentmindedly on the table as his eyes stayed fixed on the presenter. To Seraphil, he looked like an absolute dream, his presence so enthralling even in his relative stillness. And as her gaze swept across the hall, she realized with a quiet spark of possessiveness– she wasn’t the only one who noticed.

A young woman, one of Gale’s students from his Mastery of Illusions class, sat directly in front of her husband. Though Seraphil couldn’t see her face, the girl’s posture told her everything she needed to know. Her legs were neatly tucked beneath her chair, her back arched forward, and her chin rested dreamily in her hands, all of her attention fixed on Gale, not the presentation. She was the same student who attended Gale’s open office without fail, despite her flawless grades, always leaving behind an apple or freshly baked biscuits. And now there she was, watching with rapt attention, as Gale absentmindedly ran his tongue along the quill feathers in his mouth.

Sera’s stifled laugh slipped out as a soft huff, which she quickly masked by clearing her throat. Jealousy was foolish– if she wasted time fretting over every glance sent her husband's way, she’d drive herself insane. So, she focused on the presentations, though her eyes inevitably drifted back to him. Gale, ever the professional, stayed fully absorbed in his notes or the speaker, entirely unaware of the admiring eyes fixed on him. That is, until the presentations wrapped up for the day. As soon as he stood, his familiar grin found Sera across the room— and then the girl moved in. With a notebook in hand, she sidled up to him, so close that their arms pressed together. Gale stepped away quickly, but the damage was done. Seraphil’s irritation had already flared. Looking was innocent enough, but touching? That was absolutely unacceptable.

Sera’s fingers tapped against her thigh as she wove her way through the crowd, her eyes fixed on Gale. He stood rigid, arms crossed defensively over his chest, while the student leaned in, talking with enthusiasm and pointing to her notes. His posture screamed discomfort, but he nodded along, trying to keep his distance. The moment Sera was close enough, his hand shot out to hers, his smile strained. “Ahh, look who it is,” he nervously laughed, pulling her tightly against him. “Adelaide, you remember my lovely wife, Seraphil. Are you ready to go, my sweet?” His too wide grin didn’t match the urgency in his eyes, and his muscles were tense under her hands.

“But Professor,” Adelaide whined, her voice sharp enough to make Sera’s ear twitch. “Could you please review my peer feedback? I want to ensure it's helpful criticism for Ms. Eikelenboom’s dissertation.” With an insistent shove, she forced her notebook back into Gale’s space, making him step away again, clearly trying to avoid any contact.

Sera felt her irritation transform into a simmering rage. How dare this girl make him so uncomfortable? Gale’s hands were tied by the expectations of human propriety, leaving him unable to push back without seeming rude. She however was not bound by such constraints.

Sera’s lips curled into a condescending smirk as she casually snatched the notebook from Adelaide’s grasp. She shot the girl a sharp look, holding her gaze for just a moment before turning her attention to the pages. Slowly, she flipped through the text, pretending to scrutinize each word. “It was Anna, right?” she asked, her tone sweetly ignorant but laced with a clear intent to unsettle. Sera could see the subtle shift in Adelaide’s posture, her confidence wavering under the weight of Sera’s gaze.

“Um… it’s Adelaide, Mrs. Dekarios,” she corrected softly as she nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Sera’s smile widened. She tucked the girl’s notebook under one arm with a slow, deliberate motion, then hooked her free arm through Gale’s elbow. “Tell you what, Adelaide,” she said, her voice full of casual confidence. “My husband and I have half a candle to kill before our dinner reservation. We can review your writing while we attend to some…personal matters in his office. Swing by and grab it before we leave, alright?”

Seraphil didn’t give Adelaide a chance to reply. She intertwined her fingers with Gale’s, pulling his hand securely against her hip as they turned away, ensuring the girl saw every bit of their closeness as they walked to the door. Once they were in the hallway, Sera’s fingers slid into the hair at the nape of Gale’s neck, gently scratching his scalp as she leaned into his shoulder. “Don’t worry, my love,” she murmured into his ear, feeling a rush of triumph as his lips curled into a soft, genuine smile. “I’ll make sure she never bothers you again.”

Once they reached his office, Gale took the notebook from Seraphil’s hands, easing into his chair with his usual quiet focus. His eyes quickly scanned the page, every line dissected with his meticulous attention to detail. Sera, meanwhile, made a deliberate show of closing the door, letting the lock click into place with a soft but audible snap. Gale’s gaze flashed up to her, his brow lifting slightly as his lips curved in a subtle smile. Her own mischievous grin widened in return. “And what are you up to, my love?” he asked, his tone light but teasing. “If I’ve only got half a candle to read this, I’ll need to focus.”

Seraphil glided to the front of his desk, her hips swaying as she draped her shawl over the empty chair with a captivating grace. “Oh, I’m well aware,” she purred, her light tone hinted with the slightest bit of seduction. Her steps were slow and purposeful as she circled to his side of the desk, slipping off her shoes delicately. “I’ve noticed you tend to focus better…when you’ve got something in your mouth.” She slid to sit on the cool, polished oak, her foot resting lightly on his thigh as she crossed her legs, the shift in her posture drawing his eyes to the curve of her back and breasts. Leaning back, she let the silence linger, her gaze steady on him, watching his chest heave as he took her in.

His cheeks flushed red as he cleared his throat, his hands finding her calf and rubbing her muscles with soothing circles. She had never revealed that she noticed this quirk of his, and it was clear he believed it went unobserved. “Oh…that,” he murmured, his teeth grazing his lower lip as his gaze flickered away, embarrassment etching his features. “I don’t even realize it when I’m focused. It just… happens. Then I finish with my work, and my quill is soaked, or my nail is chewed. I try to catch myself, but it’s impossible. I really can’t help it.” He glanced back at her, his eyes wide with vulnerability.

“Oh, love,” Sera whispered, her voice comforting as she leaned closer to trace the line of his jaw with her fingers, her eyes sparkling with affection. “There’s no need for embarrassment. I find this little habit of yours…utterly enthralling.” She caressed his mouth with her fingertip, playfully tugging at the edge of his lip with her thumb. “I’m not the only one who's noticed though. Imagine, if you will– you're an academic perfectionist in your final year of school. Your old, creaky professor is suddenly replaced by a man who not only is the most beautiful man you've ever seen, but shares your propensity and love for magical studies. And each time your class gathers to present, which is frequently, he reclines in his chair, rolls up his sleeves to reveal those brawny forearms, and dances his skilled tongue over the feathers of his quill. Would you not be enchanted by him as well?”

Gale's gaze flicked back to Adelaide's notebook before he closed it decisively and pushed it aside. He nudged Sera's hips gently, urging her to sit right in front of him. With a smile, she obliged, placing both her feet on his thighs, relishing the warmth of his strong muscles beneath her touch as she rubbed them with the pads of her feet. "I suppose you're right," he said, his voice dropping into that husky tone that sent electric tingles coursing through her. "But if I knew this professor was completely devoted to his stunningly beautiful wife, I would have no choice but to back off. Wouldn't you agree?" His long fingers trailed up her legs, stopping at the tops of her stockings. His gaze locked onto hers as he began to roll them down, his touch sending shivers across her skin as he revealed it.

A throaty laugh slipped from Seraphil’s lips as Gale lifted her bare foot to his shoulder, his thumbs massaging her heel in firm circles. His gaze traveled up her leg, lingering along the way to savor every bit of her. "I do," she whispered, her voice hitching as his lips brushed against her ankle, his tongue making lazy, deliberate swirls around her bracelet. The sensation made her skin tingle, anticipation pooling in her stomach. "But...how could the professor prove his loyalty? What could he possibly do to show the student he would never stray?" Her hips wriggled of their own accord, her breath catching as the cool wood of the desk pressed against her bare thighs. She lifted her skirt to her waist, revealing her panties to Gale's wandering eyes, a soft moan escaping her as his lips drifted to the top of her foot, sending waves of warmth rippling through her body.

Gale's huff of laughter filled the room as he leaned forward, forcing Seraphil to bend her knee while he tapped his leg where her other foot rested. "Well..." he hummed in a thoughtful tone, his grip on her ankle firm yet tender. Slowly, he let his tongue flicker between her toes, mischief glinting in his eyes. Sera’s giggle caught in her throat, melding into a soft gasp as the sensation rippled up her leg, teasing her core. Goosebumps blossomed across all of her skin now, her pulse quickening under his touch. Noticing her reaction, Gale's smile grew wicked, his brows knitting together with his signature enticement. "I do believe," he mused, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “If I were that student, and I thought my professor had been reviewing my work, but instead, I heard him making his wife cry out in ecstasy…I’d have no choice but to concede. Only a truly devout husband would forsake all proprietary to pleasure his wife so thoroughly, especially in his own office.”

With that, Gale's lips closed around her toe, his tongue swirling slowly across her sensitive skin. A breathy laugh spilled from Sera's lips, her chest trembling between soft giggles and sharp inhales, every nerve alight from his tickling. His hand slid up her leg, his touch firm and familiar, massaging her muscles until he reached her inner thigh. The pleased rumble in his throat when his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of her panties sent a thrill up her leg. "That's my good girl," he whispered against her foot, the sound of his praise sinking into her bones, making her pussy clench and her breath quicken.

Gale's mouth moved with reverence, kissing and licking her toes as his deep moans resonated against her skin, each one sending delicious shivers up her spine. Seraphil's heart swelled at the sight of him, the way he worshiped her with unending devotion, his pleasure intertwined with hers. A wave of desire coursed through her as she sought to return the sensations, to make him feel the way he made her feel. Slowly, she dragged her foot up his thigh, teasing him with the lightest of touches until she reached the firm bulge beneath his trousers. She pressed into it, feeling his cock harden against her. His groan reverberated along her inner thigh, flaming the pooling heat in her stomach.

Gale's fingers curled possessively around her knees, draping her legs over his shoulders as his chair scraped closer. With his face now nestled firmly between her thighs, he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her into him with a primal growl. "Look at those pretty panties," he rasped, his voice rough against her skin. "Did you wear them just for me, goddess?" He pressed his nose into the delicate green lace, inhaling her deeply as though her scent were the very air he needed to breathe. The sensation of his hot breath against her cunt sent a sharp tremor through her body, a whimper gliding past her lips.

"Y-yes," she managed to gasp, her voice tight with anticipation as she let her knees part, offering herself fully. "I'm glad you like them, professor." Gale's low chuckle vibrated along her thighs before his tongue swept across her lace-covered cunt. The roughness of the fabric, combined with the hot, wet drag of his tongue, sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, making her body twitch in response. He lingered there, teasing her with agonizing strokes of his tongue and the press of his nose, her panties growing wetter with each pass. Her fingers dove into his hair, gripping tightly as her hips pushed toward him, silently begging for more as an aching need bloomed deep within her.

"Oh no," Gale tutted softly, drawing back just enough to sink his teeth lightly into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "I need my goddess to use her words, to tell me how to worship her. I want to be sure I give her exactly what she needs." His brown eyes gleamed with mischief as they locked onto hers, the subtle dominance behind them making her pulse race. A surge of excitement shot through her belly. She loved this– how he held so much power over her, but still wanted to hear her consent. Their dynamic was everything she had ever dreamed of; she could surrender control to him completely, knowing she would be well cared for and satisfied. But the thrill of voicing her desires sparked a new heat inside her, one that made her want to beg for more.

"Please, my most devout," Sera breathed out, her voice trembling as her fingers softly brushed his hair back behind his ear. "Take my panties off. My pussy needs your mouth."

Gale's lips curved into a smile as he responded with a trail of tender kisses, revisiting the spot where he'd bitten into her thigh moments earlier. His lips made a deliberately slow path back to her center. "And my mouth needs her," he murmured, his thumb teasing her covered slit before pressing in, just enough to make her body tremble in anticipation. With a firm grip, he then spread her thighs wider, holding her tightly against the desk. "But I wouldn't want to waste these beautiful panties you wore just for me. Be a dear and pull them to the side.”

Seraphil's fingers danced over the seams of her inner thighs, her touch feather-light as she drew out the moment, Gale's gaze locked on her every move. Slowly, she tugged the delicate fabric of her panties aside, revealing her swollen folds. The way her flesh dimpled as the lace bit into her skin sent a thrill through her, made all the more electrifying by the way his eyes darkened with hunger. "Mmm, there's my pretty girl," Gale murmured, his voice rough and lustful, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “Will my goddess please spread her lips for me? I want to see her dripping while I worship her.”

Sera gasped as the cool air in Gale's office kissed her exposed cunt, a shiver running up her spine as her fingers parted her swollen lips. A thick bead of her slick dripped out of her opening, tracing a slow line down her perineum. Gale growled low in his throat, his tongue darting out with a hunger that made her whimper. She watched, utterly captivated, as he lapped up her juices, his gaze burning into her. "Goddess," he groaned, his voice thick with reverence as he pulled back just enough to admire her. "You taste like ambrosia, my lady. Such an exquisite pussy. I am truly blessed.”

Normally, Gale would take his time, lavishing her cunt with slow kisses and soft licks, building her up before finding her clit. But tonight, he had a different plan. His tongue went straight to her aching clit, flicking the swollen bud with unrelenting precision. His eyes never left hers, a silent demand that she keep looking. Seraphil wanted to shut her eyes, to surrender fully to the pleasure, but the heat in his gaze made her hold them open, moaning as her body trembled beneath him. The speed of his tongue was ruthless, sending shockwaves through her, her cunt clenching with each stroke. Her fingers slipped against her slick lips as she held herself apart for him, consumed by the sight of him worshiping her so perfectly. It was a view she never wanted to forget.

"Mm, Gale," she whimpered, her hips rising on their own, seeking more of his tongue. "You look so good when you eat my pussy." His satisfied hum vibrated through her clit, the sensation branching through her veins like a rushing river. Then, suddenly, his lips wrapped around her swollen pearl, sucking it with a force that sent her hips shooting off the desk, a deep, uncontrollable groan tearing from her throat. "F-fuck, yes, just like that," she gasped, her voice shaking. "You make me feel so good." She knew how much he craved her praise, how deeply it pleased him, and he deserved every word. He was such a giving, attentive lover. Her heart pounded in sync with the pleasure coursing through her, her gratitude for his love mixing beautifully with her ecstasy.

All of Sera's muscles locked tight, her entire body straining as Gale's merciless lips drew her pleasure higher and higher. His grip on her thighs eased, giving her the freedom to rock her hips against his mouth, chasing that intoxicating rhythm. Despite the heat searing through her veins, she shivered under his touch, her body trembling as her release crept closer and closer. "G-Gale," she gasped with a shaky breath, her lungs struggling to keep up with the waves of sensation. "I- I'm going to come."

Gale tore himself away just long enough to growl, "No. Wait." His gravelly tone snapped with authority, and before she could catch her breath, he dove back between her thighs, leaving her no reprieve from the white-hot pleasure radiating through her core. Sera whimpered, her body begging for release, every nerve alight and trembling with the need to let go. But his command was absolute, and even though it was agony to hold back, she would try her damnedest to. There was something utterly mesmerizing in giving him full control, in fighting the surge of sensations until he allowed her to surrender. And when he did, she knew her release would be explosive, shattering her world, her vision flashing white while her body shook uncontrollably.

Sera's breath shuddered as she fought to maintain control, her entire body straining in response to the volcanic pressure building deep in her pelvis. Her focus narrowed, eyes glued to Gale as he lavished her throbbing clit, his tongue a devastating force against her restraint. Her fingers trembled violently, struggling to hold her lips apart and keep her panties out of the way as her body quaked with the need to release. With her chest tight, her breath released as ragged gasps, whimpers slipping out along with them, all against her will. When Gale's approving gaze met hers, the subtle flicker of pride in his eyes sent a surge of warmth through her, enough to fuel her endurance just a little longer. She knew he saw her great effort, and his silent praise was just the thing she needed to keep the inferno from consuming her whole.

The sharp, insistent knock at the door jolted Seraphil so much that she nearly slipped off the desk, but Gale's strong hands were already clamped around her thighs, keeping her in place. The interruption shattered the blissful haze she'd been lost in, his mouth melting away all thoughts of the world outside until now. "Professor?" Adelaide's voice followed quickly, cutting through the air like a knife when she wasn't answered immediately. A raging, stinging possessiveness flared inside Sera, her body tensing under Gale's hold. How dare Adelaide summon him with such a demanding tone? Her husband was not at that girl's beck and call. That right belonged to Sera, and Sera alone– she was his gods-damned wife, not her.

Gale's low groan against her cunt snapped Seraphil back to the moment, a flood of pleasure crashing over her like a dam breaking. She blinked rapidly, her mind recalling his plan– he wanted her to scream for him, loud enough for his enamored student to hear, and now she understood why he demanded control over her orgasm. His eyes locked with hers as he gave a subtle nod, his lips never leaving her clit, granting her permission to let go. With a relaxed exhale, Seraphil erased all thoughts of Adelaide, refocusing entirely on the bliss that coursed through her. Gale's lips suctioned around her clit, drawing her back into ecstasy, each pull of his mouth sending fire rippling through her body. It was impossible to think of anything else– there was only him, only this.

Another impatient knock rattled the door, but Seraphil barely heard it over the roar of blood rushing in her ears. Her body was unable to care about anything else besides her release. Her head tipped back, her mouth falling open as her moans rose higher and higher, each sound spilling out of her uncontrollably. "Yes, don't stop," she gasped, her fingers tangling into Gale's hair, desperate to keep him exactly where she needed him. The heat of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue– it was all too much, and still not enough. "Gods, yes! Fuck!" Her hips arced off the desk, her legs trembling as she gave in completely. "Yes, Gale!" she screamed, her thighs clamping tight around his neck as the orgasm slammed through her. "Ah– fuck!”

As always, Gale didn't stop until he'd drained every drop of bliss from her quivering body. His tongue slowed in perfect sync with the weakening rolls of her hips, drawing out the final ripples of her pleasure. When she finally stilled, besides her still trembling legs, Seraphil collapsed forward, her elbows sinking onto his shoulders as she tried to steady her breathing. Gale pulled back to smile at her, a glint of pride in his eyes. He gently tugged her panties back into place, his warm touch ghosting over her oversensitive skin, causing her to shiver. "You look absolutely magnificent when you come, my sweet angel," he murmured, his voice filled with affection. He kissed her knees softly, smoothing her skirt back down with care before rising. He grabbed the girl's notebook before turning back to Seraphil, his fingers brushing her hair back from her face. "Rest here, my love. I'll be right back.”

Her hazy eyes followed Gale as he strode from the room, his posture radiating confidence, chest puffed out with a self-assured swagger. He left the door slightly ajar, no doubt that she could hear the following conversation. “My apologies, Adelaide,” his voice boomed from the classroom, followed by the sharp crack of the notebook slamming onto a desk. “I didn't have time to thoroughly review your feedback, but from what I glanced at, it looked fine. However, there is something else I need to discuss with you.” His voice lowered, taking on a more critical tone. “As a final-year student, it’s concerning that you lack confidence in your work. You constantly bring it to me for review. Professor Allanon never mentioned this when he briefed me on the Illusionist students. In fact, he described you as very independent, rarely needing guidance. So, what’s changed?”

Seraphil could easily imagine the little girl curling into her seat as Gale confronted her so pointedly, and soon enough, a nervous, breathy laugh drifted into the office. “Well…Professor Allanon didn’t provide feedback as thorough as yours, Professor,” Adelaide stammered, her voice shaky with insecurity. “Your approval and guidance make me feel...more confident in my work.” Sera stifled a derisive laugh, her lips curling with amusement. What a load of horseshit. It wasn’t confidence she was after; it was attention. Adelaide would grasp at any excuse to get her husband’s focus. No other sixth-year student pestered him as much as she did.

“Your constant need for my approval does not instill any confidence in your abilities as an Illusionist, Adelaide,” Gale snapped, his voice laced with irritation. “As a sixth-year student, you should be the one reviewing the work of younger students and providing them feedback, not begging for my opinion on every little word you write. I have first-years who are less persistent than you. You’re taking up valuable time during my open office— time that could be much better spent on students who are actually struggling. And to ask me to review an ungraded assignment right before the fourfold rest, knowing full well I will be buried in dissertation grading? That is selfish, and quite frankly, rude. Did you not stop to think that, after a long stretch of work, I might want to spend Gonday evening relaxing with my wife, rather than reviewing your notes?”

The image of Gale standing tall with his arms crossed, his expression radiating disappointment, sent a surge of emotion through Seraphil. Her heart swelled with pride at his assertiveness, knowing how much he’d struggled in the past to maintain his boundaries. Like Adelaide, Sera also craved Gale's approval and attention, and she could only imagine how devastated the girl must be as she listened to Gale’s scathing disapproval. Part of her might have felt sympathy for Adelaide— if only she hadn’t made Gale so uncomfortable earlier.

“Gods, Professor, I'm so sorry,” Adelaide stammered, her voice trembling as her chair scraped loudly against the floor while she stood. “You're completely right. I never meant to bother you like this. I'll…just be on my way.” Seraphil's heart sank at the sound of the girl's quivering tone, the unmistakable edge of tears clinging to each word.

“Wait,” Gale's voice softened. The sharp edge of his earlier reprimand dulled, replaced with a gentle sympathy. “There’s a fifth-year student who could benefit greatly from your help, Adelaide. Kelby Graves— do you know him?” He paused, allowing her to respond. “He’ll be attending my open office hours on Lathanday so I may assist him with his studies for final exams. It would be a big help– not only to him, but also to me– if you could tutor him instead. Can you meet him then?”

Adelaide must have nodded in response, for her voice never sounded again, only the fading echo of light footsteps signaling her departure from the classroom. Seraphil waited a beat before standing, her legs still trembling with aftershocks of satisfaction as she walked into the larger room. “Really, Gale? Did you have to make her cry?” she teased, a soft sigh escaping as she met his waiting embrace. His arms around her were warm and steady, erasing the last traces of jealousy still flickering inside her.

“Oh, I’m sure countless maidens spend their nights weeping now that you’ve claimed me all for yourself, my Lady of Pleasure,” he teased back, his hands slipping to her sides, fingers dancing across her body with playful intent. Seraphil squealed, swatting at him and grabbing his wrists to halt his tickling. “What about dinner, though? Certainly we are already late.”

The mischievous smirk playing on Gale's lips, along with the glint in his eyes, conveyed that he was well aware she'd lied about making dinner reservations. She hadn't the slightest idea how to make them yet, something she planned on rectifying soon so she could surprise him for once. "Oh, I'm sorry, my love, perhaps I wasn't clear," she murmured, her lips curving into a devilish grin that matched his. "That was your dinner." She playfully tilted her head towards his office, and her stomach tightened as Gale’s smile twisted into something much more seductive.

"As for me, I'll be having my dinner at home. My husband has prepared the most mouth-watering tray of meat I've ever seen, and I simply can't wait to dig in." She bit her lip as her knee slid slowly up his inner thigh, nudging lightly against his crotch. His arousal had faded, but the gleam in his gaze told her it would be incredibly easy to fan his flames again.

Gale shook his head with a feigned scolding smile, his fingers sliding around her thigh to draw her close, trapping her between his legs. "You're going to be the death of me," he whispered into her ear, his breath warm and teasing before delivering a hot, biting kiss to her neck. The sudden pressure of his lips against her skin made Seraphil shiver in pure delight, her pulse quickening as she leaned into him. His hand gave her thigh one last reassuring squeeze before firmly guiding her foot back to the floor. In the next breath, his arm was wrapped around her, pulling her against him as he turned her toward the door. "Now, let's get out of here before you get me fired.”

Seraphil smiled to herself as they made their way through the long, quiet hallways of Blackstaff, the echo of their footsteps fading behind them. Before stepping out into the snowy streets, Gale paused to wrap her snugly in the fur coat he had gifted her, the one his mother had once worn in her youth. The coat, soft and warm, shielded her from the bite of the winter air, but it was his unwavering love— constant, unselfish— that truly kept the cold at bay. Wrapped in his affection, Seraphil felt her heart swell, her insecurities melting away with every step. She was adorned in his devotion, her skin glowing with the warmth of his love, her soul singing with the joy of their connection.

As they walked hand in hand toward the hearth waiting for them at home, she offered a silent prayer of thanks to her Lady Eilistraee for sending her such a wonderful blessing. With Gale by her side, she had no doubts, no fears that his eyes would ever stray. He was hers, completely and irrevocably— tonight, and for every night to come.

[imaginethathaikyuu]

because im curious

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thanks for sharing 😚

I own you (body and soul)

AN: Well, you all certainly took a liking to ex-hook-up Lance, so here is another self-assured, cocky brunet for you - Loki.

All that transpires in this fic is consensual and has been prenegotiated between Loki and the Reader, and could be stopped at any time by either of them. Remember to be Safe, Sane and Consensual.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

CW: CNC, Dacryphilia, Humiliation and Power imbalance (as part of the scene) Explicit sexual content, use of Loki's magic for sexual purposes

Word count: 1.7k

You hurried around the ornate bathroom, desperately trying to finish cleaning the tub as soon as possible. You were new here, but you’d been warned about dawdling in Prince Loki’s rooms. Apparently, he could be capricious and cruel, taking anything and everything, and anyone, he wanted. You weren’t vain, but you knew you were attractive. You’d seen how other men had eyed you up, made advances that you’d spurned. They’d accepted with good grace, but from what you’d heard about the prince…

You jumped as the door slammed, and you whirled around, holding your cleaning cloth to your breast. You were too late; he’d returned early. Hopefully you could just bob your head and leave. Scrabbling to gather up your supplies, you shoved them all in your case then, with your head bowed, you scurried out of the bathroom and through the main living space, towards the doors of the suite.

You could see the prince out of the corner of your eye, well at least his back. He was standing in front of his desk, pouring a drink from a decorative decanter. His black hair cascaded down his back, stark against the green leathers that he wore. He was tall and lean, nowhere near as broad as his brother, Prince Thor, who you’d spied on your first day here in the palace, but you could tell he held strength within him.

You reached out your hand to grasp the handle of the large door, just feeling the cool metal under your fingertips, when a slim hand came down on your wrist.

“Wait.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was definitely commanding.

Your hand dropped from the handle and you turned towards him, head still bowed, and you bobbed a curtsy.

“How may I help you, your highness?”

“So polite.”

His hand slipped down your wrist to clasp yours.

“Come, sit. You are new here, yes? I pride myself on knowing as many who work for my father as possible.”

He walked backwards towards the armchairs set before the unlit fireplace, pulling you along, before steering you into one.

You smoothed your skirts as you sat, then placed your hands in your lap, staring at your knees. You thought that he’d settle on the other chair across the rug from you, and he did, but first he pulled it across the floor so when he sat down, his knees brushed yours.

He picked up both your hands this time and rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, almost absent-mindedly. His hands were cool, and you couldn’t draw your eyes away from his tapered fingers.

“What is your name, little one?”

You told him, with halting breaths, still not daring to look at him.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. And I am a connoisseur of beautiful things. Did you know that? I like to look at them. Touch them. Own them.”

As he spoke, his voice got deeper and hypnotic as he leant closer to your ear.

“Look at me, dove.”

You lifted your head and turned it, meeting his gaze for the first time. His eyes shifted between green and blue, and his skin was like alabaster. He was the most handsome and ethereal man you’d ever seen. And the most dangerous. Behind the smile lurked a predator.

You gulped.

“I… um… I really ought to go and get on with my jobs.”

His smile dropped away, and his eyes narrowed.

“Oh, pet. Just when we were getting on so well. Why did you have to go and say something like that?”

His hands tightened where they held yours, and you winced, trying to pull away.

“I told you, I like to look at beautiful things.”

In a flash of green, your clothes disappeared, and he leered down at you.

“There, much better, don’t you think. Remember, beautiful things make me happy. You want to make your prince happy, don’t you?”

He pulled you to your feet, and you stumbled, falling against him. The leather of his clothes was cool against your flesh.

“Please… I’m sorry…but I’d like to go. I don’t want to get in any trouble.”

“But my dear…” he leant down, mouth close to your ear. “You’re already in trouble.”

He moved at lightning speed, pushing you backwards towards his bed. When your legs hit the mattress, he gave you a small shove and you bounced as you landed. You immediately tried to roll, but the prince grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the centre of the bed.

“No, no, no, no. Let me go, please!”

His feral grin was back as he pinned your arms over your head with one hand, the other resting on your neck.

“All in good time. I haven’t had a good look at you yet. Although you do look good with my hand around your throat.”

He let go of your wrists, but you found you couldn’t move them. Damn him and his magic. 

Loki sat back on his heels, letting go of your neck and pushed your legs apart, revealing all your secrets to him as you gulped in a breath.

“You really are glorious, little dove.”

He hands ran up your legs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, coming to rest on either side of your sex.

“And now I’ve had a good look…” 

You tried to move, but now your legs were also pinned down by his magic. His thumbs brushed over your outer folds and you shifted your hips.

“Someone’s impatient….” He taunted you as he gently stroked your sex. You could feel your body start to respond, and tears started to prickle at your eyes.

“Please don’t do this.” Your voice was a whisper, but it carried easily in the quiet air of Loki’s chambers.

“How can I resist, little one, when you cry and beg so prettily, enhancing your beauty?”

His thumb slipped between your folds and unwaveringly went straight to your clit, rubbing little circles over the tip, and you gasped, your tears slipping silently down your cheeks. His eyes flashed, and he pulled his hands away to slide them further up your body. When he reached your breasts he massaged them gently, teasing your nipples to stiff points. You squeezed your eyes shut and willed your body to ignore the sensations he was drawing from you.

When Loki’s cool lips made contact with your clavicle, trailing across your decolletage, you bit down on your lip and trembled. You felt the smile pressed against your heated skin; he was enjoying the fact that you were trying to control your responses and failing.

His mouth moved back down, kissing over your breasts, suckling on them and groaning with pleasure, low in his throat, while all you could do was whisper, “Please stop. Please stop,” over and over. When he reached your core again, his hands scooped you up, so he could properly feast on you.  There was no holding back your cry at that first touch, it was all too much.

“Oh God!”

He chuckled, the vibrations shooting through you.

“Yes, my pet, what can I do for you?”  He obviously wasn’t expecting a response because he dove back in, licking and sucking at your sex as though he were trying to send you to oblivion. You’d been told he was nick-named ‘Silver-tongue’ and now you were acutely aware of the reason.

You sobbed as you came, the pleasure mixed with the shame being too much for you to contain any longer.

“Stunning.”

You were vaguely aware of his muttered compliment before his body, instantly naked, covered yours, and he thrust into you.

All your reserve was now gone.

“No! I don’t want this. No!”

“The way your body reacts makes you a liar, dove. And I told you, I have to own you now.”

His lips captured yours, unheeding of your restrained struggles, one hand pressed on your magically restrained wrist and the other guiding himself to your wet pussy. Your eyes widened, and you squeaked into his mouth as he moved for the first time, and his godly cock stretched you. You hated that it felt so good, and you didn’t have the strength to fight it any longer.

You relaxed under him as you let the fear-induced stress go. Loki was doing things to you that your past lovers had never done, making you feel such exquisite pleasure.

“Yes, pet.” He hissed against your mouth. “Let go, accept that I own you now. I promise that I treat all my belongings with the care they require. The care they need.”

His pace was steady and firm, like he was making sure your body knew the shape and the feel of him, just like an owner’s brand. With his free hand he caressed your body, pinching and stroking as he continued to kiss you. His tongue now invaded your mouth the way his cock invaded your pussy, thrusting, tasting, claiming. 

You whimpered when you felt the coil tightening in your belly once more. Your brain didn’t want this, but your body did; it craved the sweet release of pleasure that Loki was promising. 

As if he sensed it, and maybe he did, he moved his hand down to the apex of your thighs, where you were joined and started to stroke your clit again. You bucked up into his hips and he chuckled once more, before increasing the pace of his sweet torture.

“Cum for me, little one. Cum for your master. Your God.”

You were helpless to resist and heedless of your circumstances as the pleasure took you over. As you lost control it seemed to unleash something within Loki. He virtually growled against your mouth, the movement of his hips becoming faster and less rhythmical until you felt him flood you with his seed.

You lay, pinned under his weight for a few moments as you drew in your breath, and prayed for the room to stop spinning. You felt Loki press kisses to your heated and damp skin.

“Are you alright, my darling?”

You stretched under him, your limbs no longer hindered by his seidr.

“Wonderful, my Prince.”

You cupped his face gently, and gave him a sweet and gentle kiss.

“It was not too much?”

“No. It was perfect. There is no-one else I’d rather belong to than you.”

“Maybe next time you can be a visiting princess and take advantage of me?”

You smiled and your eyes twinkled.

“Now, there’s an idea that has merit!”

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[blackmarquer]

Kinktober day 18 : Underwear

Barb and Viva like to see Clay dance in his new Funderwears

KinkTober day 19 : Public Use

John has always been a crowd pleaser

KinkTober day 20 : Mutual Masturbation

Not everyone wants to top or bottom every time

KinkTober day 21 : Secret

Most just assumed Branch’s phone was buzzing in his pocket

KinkTober day 22 : Lap Dance

Boom has never had a private dance before and he was a little nervous to ask. Good thing Floyd is plenty experienced with first timers

KinkTober day 23 : Blindfold

A mutual on twitter got me on this ship. You should check them out @randymuppet

[ijwrff]

Kinktober-Day 22. Daddy Kink (Darkiplier)

Such a gentleman. Sometimes. Unless he's not. Reader is gn in this, and it's mostly the buildup to the act but still has some spice :D

Enjoy <3

Word Count: 1,160

You were out shopping with Dark, enjoying the quiet and peaceful day as you walked side by side. He wasn’t one for much PDA, so hand holding usually waited until you were home in his mansion. You didn’t mind, and actually sort of enjoyed how his affection was for your eyes and your eyes alone. Even though he didn’t usually touch you much in public, he still looked at you with adoration in his eyes, an expression most people wouldn’t believe he was capable of having. 

You had bought plenty of little items, never wanting to spend too much more than needed…not that Dark would let you buy anything anyways. He always insisted on paying, it was just part of who he is. He loved taking care of you, and made sure you never forgot it. So there you were, walking while he carried numerous bags effortlessly in his arms. It was kind of like a ‘yes’ day, where he never said no to anything you wanted to buy. Despite knowing he wouldn’t be low on funds, even if you bought the most expensive car in the world, you still kept your purchases simple. 

When you were walking, you passed your favorite store! The excitement overwhelmed you when you jumped in place a couple times, looking at Dark with stars in your eyes while you pointed at the store. “Can we please go in! The last store, I promise!” Your grin nearly made it difficult to talk, and the grin only grew as he nodded with a small trace of a smile on his face. “Thank you!” You exclaimed, and rushed into the store. 

It seems like hours had passed since you went into the store, and you’d picked up a few items you really wanted. Most of the items were relatively cheap, but there was one…you wanted it so badly. It was far from a price you would consider in your personal budget, but he did say he’d buy anything. Regardless, you looked at him with pleading eyes, “Please! This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” It was largely exaggerated but you were too excited to care. “Can I please get this too?” To add onto the request, you gave him the best puppy dog eyes you could. 

“Of course, if that’s what you want dear.” He smiled, and lifted all the items from your hand, walking towards the counter as he turned his back towards you to head there. 

He didn’t make it far when you jumped forward and hugged him from behind, overjoyed you could buy it. You giggled against his back, and it made him let out a soft chuckle too. The words…left your mouth before you could even register what you were saying. You didn’t mean to, but it completely slipped out. 

In an excited tone, and giggles between the syllables, you gratefully proclaimed…

“Thank you daddy!” 

You both froze. Your eyes widened in embarrassment and shock, which only got worse as he stilled. He didn’t walk forward, he didn’t turn to you, and instead he stood there stiff. Maybe it was for the best that you couldn’t see his face…having him look at you in disgust was the last thing you wanted, and time seemed to slow as neither of you moved. Several moments passed, and the air shifted around you. 

Within seconds, you were transported to your home, in you and Dark’s room. Your back was against the wall, still holding onto Dark from behind him. He wasted no time, and spun around, easily pinning his arms above your head. His expression was serious, but there was the slightest trace of a blush on his cheeks. He leaned forward, his knee slowly easing between your thighs. 

“What did you call me…?” The tone in his voice made you gasp, hearing how…desperate it sounded. It wasn’t usually something you heard in his voice, and you feared you severely messed up. He was completely still, not allowing either of you to move an inch as he pressed himself closer to you while maintaining eye contact. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say that! I-I don’t know what got into me, I just got so excited and it slipped out I’m so-” You fumbled over your words, and stuttered them out before he cut you off, his free hand trailing down to rest his thumb on your bottom lip. 

His touch was feather light, and his eyes trailed down to look at your lips as his thumb slowly pried your lips apart slightly. “Say it again.” He demanded, his eyes darting up to yours to show he was being serious. He wasn’t typically one to joke, anyway. His eyes didn’t stay on yours long, slowly moving their gaze downwards to look at your lips. 

You stood there, in shock once again. Did he…like…when you called him that? It wasn’t something you’d previously discussed, so this wasn’t something you could have ever expected. He could be patient, typically, but right now didn’t seem like one of those moments. His knee moved further between your legs, prying them apart as his hand around your wrists tightened. 

The movement made you gasp, and you obeyed his request. You meant for the word to come out softly, but feeling his knee press up against you while his chest was flush against yours, made it come out as a breathy moan. The feelings were so teasing, knowing you craved more, as you moaned out the word “daddy…” 

He shuddered against you, and moved his thumb from your lips to grasp your neck firmly to pull you into a bruising kiss. Patience wasn’t currently in his vocabulary, but he still intended to make every moment matter to bring you the most pleasure possible. As his knee moved slowly but intentionally, you let out gasps and moans into the kiss without fighting for dominance in any regard. His hand even squeezed lightly around your throat, and it only served to make your moans louder as he picked up the pace of his knee. 

You panted as you both pulled back from the kiss. He slowly let go of your wrists, and stepped back from you. His gaze was hungry, but he turned away and it left you confused and craving for more stimulation. “T-That was…an amazing kiss. I…didn’t know you were into that.” You muttered, letting out a soft laugh. 

Dark approached the bed as you tried to catch your breath against the wall. He laughed at your response as he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs slightly spread. “Oh? That was amazing? I think you got the wrong idea, dear.” He rested on the bed for only a moment, but his expression made you gulp. It was a wicked smirk, and his eyes were narrow as he looked at you like a predator would to prey it had chased and captured. 

“Daddy’s far from done with you.” 

[holylulusworld]

Lunchtime Delight - Kinktober 22

Summary: Lunchtime just got a little more interesting.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: teasing, naughty reader, edging, implied oral (fem rec)

Kink: Edging

Idea: by @elle14-blog1

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Whistles caught Beau’s attention. He was about to get another cup of coffee when his colleagues started to make a fuss.

Beau stepped out of the small kitchenette to find the reason for the excitement. He frowned. His colleagues watched you walk toward his office, eying you like their latest meal.

What the fuck!!! He thought to himself. His colleagues acted like they’d never seen a woman in a light sundress before. You looked stunning, and your smile made his heart flutter, but that was no reason to drool all over you.

Well, maybe it was the way you swayed your hips when you spotted him.

“Beau baby,” you almost pounced on him before you stopped yourself. No public making out. Beau could be such a prude when people were around. But he’s a devil in the sheets. “I got your lunch.”

“We’d take some of her lunch too,” one of his colleagues snickered when Beau threw him an angry look. “Ah, you don’t share, huh?”

“Y/N,” Beau whispered your name. He placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you toward his office.

His hand dropped to your ass the moment the door closes behind you. He swatted your ass, earning a giggle.

“How can you come here, wearing this dress and get my colleagues hot and bothered?”

He watched you place the basket filled with his lunch on the small couch at his office. You grinned and turned around to bend over his desk to slowly lift your dress.

Beau’s breath hitched in his throat. You came to the precinct wearing not only a short summer dress but also nothing underneath.

“I thought you’d like the view,” you giggled and turned back around. Straightening your dress, you looked at Beau. He was fighting for control. You could see it in his eyes. “Have a good lunchtime, Beau.”

You pecked his cheek, smirking as he snarled your name. Teasing Beau wasn’t a good idea. He’s a master in punishment but you couldn’t help yourself. Your boyfriend is too hot when mad.

While he debated to bend you over his desk and punish you right there and then, you grabbed his hand to push it between your legs, letting him feel your wetness.

“All for you, my brave sheriff,” you smirked at Beau. “If you get off work earlier today, you can play with me.” You kissed his cheek again before turning to leave.

The food you made for him was delicious, and he’d love to thank you for it. If only you didn’t wake the dominant side in Beau with your behavior. Instead of calling you to tell you how much he enjoyed your food, he’d do something better.

Beau dialed your number, eyes set on the picture of you on his desk.

“Hello,” you tried to hide the smirk creeping up on your face as you answered his call. "What can I do for you, baby?"

“You are in big trouble,” he growled into the phone. Beau sniffed at his fingers, groaning as he remembered how you pushed his hand between your legs to let him feel your wetness. “I hope you know; you'll not walk, sit, or even stand properly for the next days.”

You giggled into the phone.

“Oh, you think you're cute?” He lowered his voice, making you whimper. “I want you on our bed, naked, on your hands and knees when I get home. Tonight, you will feel me in your bones. You will scream my name and beg me to stop, but I won't.”

Panting heavily, you pressed the phone closer to your ear. You pushed your legs together, to get any friction.

“I will make you cum so often that you'll pass out on me. And then, I'll fuck you even harder to wake you up. You should know what happens when you toy with me, sweet cheeks.”

You smiled to yourself and giggled again, anticipation getting the best out of you. “I can hardly wait for you to come home...”

Beau laughed at your comeback. He could hardly wait to watch you fall apart on his cock…

Beau watched you squirm on the bed. True to his words, he came home earlier for a little past lunchtime delight. In other words, he buried his face between your legs. It felt so good, almost like you ended up in heaven.

Sadly, he stopped right before you could reach the peak. He smirked and told you to relax while he dove right back in, pressing moans and whimpers out of your body. But again, he stole your high.

Frustrated, you kicked your legs and wiggled on the bed. It was no use. Beau held you down by your hips to tease your clit with kitten licks.

“No, stop,” you whimpered and batted your eyelashes. “Please, I’ll never do it again!”

“Never?” He cocked his head to look up at you from between your legs. “Is that true, Y/N?”

You nodded and choked out a sob, desperate for his cock. “Promised.”

“Well then,” he smirked and looked at your swollen clit. “Let me have a late-night snack…”

Tags in reblog.

[mish-tique]

What to expect for this kinktober!

Hi loves! Thank you so much for participating in the brainstorming/prompt filling of the days for kinktober. While I will be trying to make a headstart in between work the upcoming two weeks, I wanted to share the prompts and plans for kinktober. Feel free to message me or leave an ask regarding your thoughts, if you have things you think would be fun to add to a certain plot or anything else!

Extremely nsfw after the break line!

day 1: leather & latex - versainz + charles

Max’s tits would look beautiful in a leather harness. Carlos would look amazing too. So experienced Max invites Carlos one night to try it out, helping each other in the harnesses and admiring each other. Charles walks in at some point, and it escalates from there, but it wouldn’t be pure smut - mostly adoration for each other on a physical level. 

day 2: roleplay - nortrell

King lando taking care of his queen Max and being so caring, so loving. Max being a little bossy with Lando as foreplay. 

day 3: hate sex - lestappen

Charles being really angry about his race or his season and he wants to fuck Max hard and rough. Too bad for him that’s exactly how Max likes it. Max might actually taunt him about it. 

day 4: rimming - 4433

Lewis’ favourite moment during sex is when Max is spent and a little overstimulated but allows Lewis to spread his legs so easily, so Lewis can eat his cum out of Max. He loves Max’s little cries and Max’s hands in his hair. 

day 5: collaring - 4433

2024 season; Max doesn’t feel the burn of having to win anymore because he knows he will anyways, but the grid does switch al little more when it comes to results race to race. So Lewis gets that high a few more times too. But the freedom of it all creates more free space, in their days but also in their minds. So they got minutes to burn, thoughts to spare, and they’d like to spend it on each other. Slave Max waiting for his Master Lewis to come home, waiting on his knees just like Lewis likes it, wearing the prettiest collar. 

day 6: dubcon - charlos [ warning!! Dark + sex under influence of alcohol. ]

Carlos and Charles are at a club together with other friends, even though they’re annoyed with each other. Charles is actually mad at Carlos, because Carlos Sr has been an ass and the season isn’t going how it should be going. And how the fuck is carlos that bad at accepting his place as a second river?? Charles doesn’t understand it, it’s an amazing thing to accept Ferrari. But well, they end up kind of tipsy. And that’s how Charles discovers how Carlos can be even more touchy than normally and well. If he takes up the opportunity to be a little rougher in bed than he usually is, he could blame it on the alcohol.

day 7: virginity - nortrell

Just Roommates Nortrell where one of the two discovers the other is still a virgin and kind of goes feral because of it. 

day 8: breeding - versaindo (p1), carlando (p2)

Part one - Carlos and Lando have been stable for years now, fully in love and very happy with where they are in life. Max has been single all that time, just as happy, but lately heh as noticed that there’s something missing in his life. And it’s not a partner. No, it’s a kid. He has been thinking about having kids, and after careful thinking, planning and lots of research, he has decided he is ready to have a kid. 

And well, as to how to get a kid; that too asked for a lot of research and thinking. Eventually, after Max updated Carlos and Lando, there is a careful proposal; what if Carlos helps Max get that kid. Lando’s there ofcourse, supportive in every step. 

Part two - After Max has gotten pregnant, Carlos and Lando are very happy for him. But it has gotten them thinking, what about them. They’re happy, technically not missing anything, but what about an addition? And then Carlos starts thinking about how Lando would look pregnant. Pretty, so glowing, a father to their kids. And Carlos wants it, needs it, just as much as Lando wants it. And they go for it. 

day 9: lactation - lestappen

Max is pregnant for the first time and far along enough that he has started lactating. He is very casual about it, he considers it part of nature. Like, we discussed this and were informed about it when we made this choice and I’m okay with it. He knows Charles isn’t and that’s why they decided on doing it like this, but it doesn’t bother him at all. Charles, however is about to go insane and wants a tit in his mouth at all times. he’s just. freezing whenever he notices it. Thinking, you might be fine but I’m not. Save me. I want it. I need to taste it. 

day 10: praise kink - carlando

Phase one: discovery. Carlos has noticed Lando’s reaction to praise at work. Phase two: in use. He tries that in the bedroom, and it works wonderfully. Phase three: further exploration.Using that knowledge in public to turn lando on. Lando has the best reactions. 

day 11: sensory deprivation - 4433

blindfolds

day 12: somnophilia - 4433

They haven’t seen each other in a few days and Lewis had a fashion event that ran very late into the night. It’s past midnight when he gets home and Max is fast asleep but he looks so gorgeous, naked and spread out on the bed. That alone isn’t completely new - Max is someone who neatly goes to sleep under his covers and usually wakes up looking like he fought a war in his bed. So seeing him naked like this isn’t something new, but to see that Max is completely prepared is another thing. Lewis knows they have spoken about it, and the sign on the nightstand shows that this isn’t just the aftermath of Max doing selfcare. Yet it’s still crazy to see, to know that Max trusts him this much, and he can’t help but eat it up. 

day 13: size difference - strollonso

Lance is so tall and lanky compared to Alonso, but we all know how Alonso is the big one in bed, so thick and strong compared to Lance. Lance used to get shy about it, but Alonso totally eats it up and can’t help but lovingly tease Lance about it. 

day 14: orgasm denial - lestappen

Maffia au. Darling maffia prince Charles wants to prove to his father that he can be just as ruthless and is not just a pretty face by capturing the golden boy of the Red bull maffia. Charles’ father thinks his son might have finally chosen the clan about himself and might have made a ruthless choice, when, in fact, Charles totally chose for himself and claimed Max just because he could, and all the pleasure it would bring him. 

They end up developing this dom/sub relationship that’s not completely healthy, but as much as Charles does want to keep that hard front, he is and will always be softer than his dad wants so he gives Max some aftercare. 

day 15: shotgunning - carlando

Carlos is best friends with Lando’s older brother, so he has always been off limits, but one day at a party things happen. Heavy making out until Lando humps Carlos and it ends in shotgunning. 

day 16: double penetration - charles/carlos/max 

They’re out on the monaco sea on Charles’ boat for his birthday. Sugar daddy au? 

day 17: threesome or moresome - lewis/max/fernando

It starts off as a regular threesome and they’ve been going at it for a few rounds, when Fernando fucks Max again, and that’s when Fernando jokingly says, “You’re loose enough to take both of us”. Max takes it as a challenge, which is only helped by the competitiveness of Lewis and Fernando. It actually happens after a raceweekend when the three of them share a podium. 

day 18: spanking - lestappen

Charles and Max normally don’t ever do anything that could possibly impact race day, but they have experimented a little which gave them the knowledge that while Charles’ skin is sensitive and he can’t stop thinking about it, it doesn’t actually impact Charles’ driving. So they go for it. Max gets permission to spank Charles as punishment for something he did during qualification.  

day 19: exhibitionism & voyeurism  - carlando

carlando going on a holiday together, a summer holiday, with lots of wet and naked skin where they cannot keep back anymore nd they just have to. One of them gets caught jerking off and now they finally get to do something about it. 

day 20: foodplay - strollonso

Lance and Fernando have hid their relationship for as long as they could, but Lance isn’t patient and Fernando is a man that likes to make his claim known, so the meet-my-parents-as-my-lover dinner comes earlier than some might expect considering the fact that their relationship had been a secret. They might or might not have some afterfun with syrup the morning after when Fernando makes breakfast the next morning. 

day 21: panties and lingery - lestappen

All boys boarding school au; it starts as a bet and the expectation would be for the other to be humiliated, but they both really like it. 

day 22: intercrural sex - versainz

A weekend where they have been a bit sentimental, missing the old teammate days but also teasing the other that it’s better that they’re no longer. It goes on and on until tension rises, but they have only 15 minutes left until they need to get to the press duties. 

day 23: collaring - lestappen

They’ve only gotten into BDSM recently and Charles doesn’t want to introduce things too quickly and scare Max. He has dommed people before but having Max ism ore important to him than being a hard dom. But Max has been doing research and he found out what collaring is and now he’s a little desperate to wear Charles’ collar - he just doesn’t know how to approach the subject. One night Max comes to Charles, plops on the couch next to him, and shows his phone. “I’d like to know if you are into this because I think i might, kind of, be”. It drives Charles crazy, waiting for the beautiful collar to arrive, but when it does, they go crazy with it. 

day 24: crossdressing - nortrell

It starts as a bet, but both of them realize they like it more than expected and they decide to fully crossdress in private. Lando thinks it’s a bit stupid at first, but slowly realizes he really likes it. He’s a bit harsh about it, which annoys Max. But Max is very encouraging! Especially since Max is so hot. The two of them being all pretty in skirts and dresses and floral tops. They probably end up thigh humping each other to get off. 

day 25: pregnancy - lestappen

i feel like i had something for this, i didn't randomly make this up i just don't remember seeing it as i scrolled thru my tag?? might make something up

day 26: overstimulation - carlando

Lando is pregnant and very, very horny. Carlos loves to drive him to the edge until Lando’s crying from overstimulation, begging to finally be allowed to come. 

day 27: bonus activity!

the prompt wasn't filled nor was i really feeling either kink so!

day 28: daddy & mommy, body worship, cockbulge - versaindo

They’re all quite versatile, their needs and wants depending a lot on moods and situations, meaning that not a single time in the sheets is the same as the one before. And in this specific scene, Carlos calls Lando mommy and Max daddy. 

day 29: breathplay - lestappen

Max finds out by accident that Charles loves to be choked. They’ve been in a relationship for quite some time already, and are comfortable sexually. A little vanilla, but they sometimes try something new, but are overall satisfied. Yet one day, they’re a little more intense, a little rougher, and while Max only teases at first, they both discover how much they like choking and get into it. 

day 30: free use - max/everyone

Max just won his 3rd WDC! 

day 31: somnophilia - versainz

Carlos loves the way Max takes him, lax limbs and all.  Max loves being used and especially loves the idea that Carlos cannot wait for him to wake up. Sometimes Max mumbles a bit grumpily when Carlos accidentally wakes him up before the good stuff happens, but then he does remember why he likes it so much. Sometimes Carlos fucks Max when Max is asleep, but then Max wakes up Carlos by sucking him off. One is a night person, the other a morning person. 

Bonus activities 

writing a sequel to this fic from last year’s kinktober

charles masturbating and self discovery

Charles explores his body, discovering sensations, thinking about Max and everything. Focussing on self sexual discovery at a later age. 

max/oscar mind control (slightly dark, tho mostly humorous)

Oscar has super powers. After finding out that Max has pretty much slept with most of the grid, he wonders if Max would be up to it with him. And cue outrageously flirty Max one race weekend and no one can figure out why. No one suspects Oscar! 

[borathae]

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Boys that cry from pleasurable anal penetration are top tier masculinity 😌

Like yes beg for cock and be a snotty mess and I'll make you breakfast in bed my king

This story omfg 😩

Boys that cry from pleasurable anal penetration are top tier masculinity 😌

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Like yes beg for cock and be a snotty mess and I'll make you breakfast in bed my king

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[kissmetwicekissmedeadly]

Next we're fucking: Mozart!!!!!