#Bound Tight - Kinktober 30

[holylulusworld]

Bound Tight - Kinktober 30

Summary: You're in trouble...

Pairing: Mobster!Guy March-Philips x fem!Reader x Mobster!Anders Lassen

Warnings: mafia au, restraints/being restrained, scared reader, I’ll label this one dub-con, implied future smut/threesome, I’m a tease…

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Privacy is essential to your boss. You should’ve known better than to walk into the office on his boat without knocking. A phone call distracted you, and you forgot to knock before you entered the room.

Gus, your boss, was in the middle of a conversation with his bodyguard. Anders, the guy you only call giant in secret, pushed his cute glasses back up as his eyes landed on you.

He sucked in a breath as your eyes drifted toward the huge money stack on Gus’s desk. Your eyes widened because you never saw so much money in your life. Gus couldn't have so much money. You’re his bookkeeper and know how much money he makes with his business.

“Anders, would you excuse?" Gus’s features darkened as his eyes drifted toward you as you stood in the room, his cup of coffee, and the latest numbers in your hands. “Someone’s being sneaky, my friend. I think I should have a serious conversation with my bookkeeper now.”

Gus leaned back in his chair, making it creak under his weight. Your boss enjoyed the fear flashing over your face. He dipped his head and hummed as your hands began to tremble.

Anders nodded at your boss, turning to leave the office. He brushed past you, sniffing at your hair as he passed you.

“Wait—” Gus snapped his fingers at Anders. “I need your assistance. You’re very skilled when it comes to punishment.” Your boss slowly got up; like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, he kept an eye on your trembling form. “And ropes.”

You whimpered, expecting the worst. For a few weeks, you had the feeling that something else than selling expensive boats was going on in your company.

“You've been a bad girl,” Gus purred as he stalked toward you. He took the cup out of your hands and threw the manila folder over his shoulder. He was dwarfing you with his size, making you whimper as he encouraged Anders to step behind you. The giant placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, you should know that bad girls need to be punished." Anders’s rough voice sent a shiver down your spine. “I’d love to try my new ropes on you, sugar plum.”

Curly hair...curly hair... You focussed on Gus’s dark curls as he cupped your face with one big hand. Staring up at him like the lamb you were between these wolves, you trembled even harder.

What if your boss was not an eccentric boat builder? What if your presumptions were right, and he was a criminal, hiding things from you?

Gus darted his tongue out. He looked down at you, eyes roaming your body hungrily. You whimpered again, this time for a different reason. “What do you say, Anders? Do you want to test your ropes on her?”

They talked about you as if you weren’t even there. You were just a toy for them to play with after you made the mistake of walking in on them.

“Hmm…yeah. I always imagine how cute she’d look with a rope wrapped around her ripe body,” Anders purred in your ear, tickling your skin with his breath. “I’ll make her my masterpiece.”

Firm hands gripped your upper arms as Gus’s hand remained on your face. He hummed, eyes glued to your parted lips. “I think she’ll look pretty old tied up on my desk. What do you think?”

Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You’ve never felt so small before.

Anders, true to his words, got his ropes to dangle them in your face. He laughed when you pulled away and tried to hide behind your boss.

Gus didn’t show mercy either. He got a knife out, cutting off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your birth suit. Your boss pushed everything off his desk, even the money to lift you on it.

You squirmed under his gaze, not daring to breathe wrong when he told you to lie down. Feeling the cold maple wood against your heated skin made you shiver.

At first, it was just a little rope around your wrist, nothing more. Anders made quick work; eyes glued to your exposed body. You could see the hunger in his eyes.

Something soft brushed against your ankles; Gus was tying both feet to one of the legs of the table, making sure they were firmly secured. Your left hand was being tied up to another leg.

You were at their mercy now.

“So pretty and soft,” Gus murmured. He ran his fingertips over one breast, pinching your nipple. “I dreamed of having you like this.”

You watched them circle you like prey, featherlight touches making goosebumps erupt all over your skin, never getting even close to your cunt.

“Please,” you whimpered as Gus stepped between your spread legs. He stared down at your slicked cunt, biting his index finger, wetting it.

“Oh, sweetness,” he purred your name and nodded at Anders. “We are going to ruin you once and for all.”

[jjungkookislife]

Kinktober Day Six: Taehyung

pairing: taehyung x f. reader

genre: established relationship, smut 18+

summary: Taehyung introduces you to wax play.

wc: 1.2k

warnings: bondage, dom/sub undertones, pet names (love, good girl, baby), mention of champagne, fingering (f. receiving)

kinktober day six: 🕯️ temperature play 😮‍💨 fuck machine 🛑 edging in front of a mirror

date: October 30, 2024

Excitement built inside you as you lay on Taehyung’s bed naked and restrained. He allowed you to keep your sight this time around, and you were grateful. Taehyung’s long, curly hair was aching to be tugged by you, to be pulled to make him call out your name but your restraints kept you from doing so.

His dark gaze admires your body as he approaches the bed. His shirt is tucked into his pants, his belt cinches his waist, and his expensive watch sits on his wrist, ticking softly in the background. The air in the room is cool, but your brow beads with sweat as your body burns with arousal.

Taehyung is silent as he places his hand on your thigh. His large hand is warm against your skin. His fingers grip your thigh greedily. 

“Should I restrain your legs as well?” he asks himself. “Or can you behave?”

You nod, but he shakes his head.

“I need you vocal tonight, love. That’s why you’re not gagged, just bound.”

“Whichever you prefer,” you state as your chest rises and falls, anticipation biting at your toes. You’re ready for whatever he has planned tonight. You’d do whatever he told you to, you trusted him completely. It took a long time to get to this point and you were more than ready.

Taehyung chuckles as he leans closer, his lips brushing yours for a moment. 

“Good girl,” he praises as he moves his hand to your hip. “Let’s keep your legs free for now.”

Taehyung slides his hand into his pocket, taking out a lighter. He sets it on the nightstand beside the first aid kit. The bucket of ice chills the champagne for later. 

“You remember your safe word?” Taehyung asks as he rolls the sleeve of his shirt upward. He undoes a few buttons on his shirt to expose his sunkissed chest as he rises from the bed.

“Diamond,” you respond. 

Taehyung smiles at you, praising you for remembering.

“And you can-?”

“Use it whenever I want,” you respond automatically. 

Taehyung nods as he lights a candle on the nightstand. This wasn’t a regular candle, this was one made specifically for your play tonight. Your safety is of utmost importance.

Before you get to it, Taehyung removes his shirt, placing it in a chair. He climbs onto the bed with you, reaching for a bottle of baby oil. He sets it aside before he kisses you. 

“Wish I could touch you,” you breathe as his lips trail kisses down your jaw to your neck. 

“You’ll be able to eventually,” he assures you with a soft laugh. You whine as his lips suck your skin, his hand on your hip, gripping it tight. You wrap your leg around him to keep him close as you kiss.

Taehyung kisses every inch of your body, taking his time with you. It’s only when he’s satisfied with how sweet you coo for him, that he reaches for the oil. He applies some to your arm and his. 

You quirk your head at him but say nothing. He is the expert after all. 

Taehyung reaches for the candle that’s been burning for a half hour. He lifts it, tilting it so the wax will hit his arm. He moans when it makes contact with his skin.

“I’m going to pour a little on you. Let me know if it’s too hot,” he states as he moves closer to you. He undoes the restraint on your arms, and you pout. 

“Today’s not about bondage, love,” he giggles when you hold out your arm for him. He slowly allows the wax to hit your skin. You suck in a breath before you shut your eyes and moan lewdly.

“Feel good?” he asks with a smile.

“So good,” you answer in a dreamy tone.

“Good. Where do you want it?” Taehyung asks as he runs his hand over your body. His hand is still slick with oil, leaving a streak on your skin.

You flip over onto your chest to show him your back. Taehyung nods in approval as he sets the candle down on the nightstand beside a bucket of warm water. 

Taehyung’s hands feel like heaven on earth as they massage your shoulders, making their way down to the small of your back. He climbs off the bed momentarily, but when he settles between your spread legs, you feel his erection pressed against you.

“Tae,” you moan but he shushes you sweetly. 

“I know, baby. I know.”

“Tae…”

Taehyung kisses your shoulder as he covers your body with his, caging you in. You moan into the pillow under your face, resisting the urge to lift your hips to tempt him.

“Such a good girl for me,” Taehyung coos as he rubs your shoulders before moving down your back until his hands grip your hips. His hand moves lower, between your thighs. “So fucking wet for me.”

You moan his name as his fingers brush your clit. He chuckles as you squirm under him. He slowly sinks a finger into you to make you lose your mind, begging him for more.

Taehyung fucks his fingers into you. Your sweet cries go straight to his cock as his head lolls back, your name rolling off his tongue. You’re his weakness, normally he’d have better control of himself but he can’t deny you your pleasure. He lives to please you. Only you.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” Taehyung’s deep voice makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

“Please!”

Taehyung leans down to press a kiss to the center of your back. He sucks his fingers clean before he reaches for the candle on the nightstand.

He allows a single drop to hit your skin. You moan, biting your lip to keep quiet. Taehyung rubs your side as he writes the letter T on your back. 

Your moans are music to his ears. After checking in on you, he can’t help but write his nickname. It was your first time playing with wax, so he wanted to keep it short and sweet, but you wanted more of him, wanted to experience the pleasure he had experienced.

Taehyung is gentle with you, always checking in before he does something until your head is spinning and he sets the candle down. He cleans you up as best as he can, kissing every inch of you covered in wax.

You sigh as he flips you over after gently cleaning you with a warm rag. He gets you under the covers with him, shielding you from the AC.

“What did you think?” Taehyung asks.

“It was wonderful,” you answer honestly.

“Would you want to try it again?”

“Definitely. I enjoyed it with you.”

[fraugwinska]

🎃🎃🎃 TRICK OR TREAT BITCHES! 🎃🎃🎃 I can't believe we've made it through 30 days of smut and kinks - I swear I've never had such a wonderful, chaotic, smutfilled, fantastic October. Thank you for reading and celebrating mine and the works of the kinky coven - Those five talented, beautiful, funny, amazing beings I am grateful to call my wives have been an inspiration and honestly a fucking enlightening coven to me! So Thank you, @hazelfoureyes@minkdelovely@sugoi-writes@macabr3-barbi3 and @synamartia for capturing my heart and soul by making me part of this <3 I adore each and every one of you! AAnd if October has been hectic, and you want to catch up with all the smutty slutty goodness from our Kinktober, visit Syn's MASTERfully curated MASTERlist (badumm-tss!)

Warnings & Tags: RadioApple smut, Degrading, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Smut and Fluff, Alastor has feelings and Lucifer knows

“You know, I can begin to see a certain appeal in your silly little inventions.”

Lucifer took a shaking breath through his nose as Alastor thrusted into him again, hard, spearing him like a roast pig. How long he had been here, bent over on his own chaise and bound by Alastors tentacles, surrounded by his numerous inventions that all stared at him as in mocking - He didn’t know anymore.

He knew he had tested his luck. Knew that him tattling about intimate details, even without mentioning just who he was screwing, to Husk and Angel would sooner or later lead to Alastor blowing a fuse. That was the thrill of it - the teasing, walking the metaphorical borderline on telling just a tad too much, seeing his lover getting riled up. But he went cocky, and as he was talking about how he loved when his ‘mystery man’ tied his stubborn bob up into a ponytail before going down on him… when Angel choked on his drink, when Husk let the full bottle of cheap booze fall down to crush onto the ground in shocked realization and a high-pitched feedback noise cut through the whole foyer, he knew he went too far. He hadn’t tipped a toe over the line, he and the seven appletinis he had thrown back merrily high-vaulted over the drawn line, and now he was paying for it.

Another hard thrust knocked the little breath he had out of him, making him choke on the pools of drool in his mouth, unable to escape the bright yellow rubber duck that was shoved in his mouth and held by added, black leather straps. He wanted desperately to swallow, to bite down at the sharp pain and pleasure Alastors impressive length brought with every push. But he had to resist, had to concentrate, or he’d be denied his release - in multiple ways - yet again. Twice had been cruel enough.

“Look at you, little duckling - are you finally able to control yourself?”

Alastor increased his pace, plunging into him and Lucifer felt the knot in his abdomen tighten, felt the rushing sensation of his orgasm approaching again, the waves of heat crashing from his own throbbing and neglected cock down his thighs. Almost there, almost…

The long fingers that wrapped around his leaking dick came out of nowhere, the pressure sudden and delicious and almost painful, and when they languidly pumped him once, it was already too late. He bit down at the sensation, as if to hiss, and the loud and long ‘Queeeeeeeeak’ echoed in his room.

Alastor tutted over the desperate sobs that escaped him as he swiftly pulled his length out completely, just as he felt the fallen angel beginning to tip over the edge. That damned squeaking duck - he would burn those fucking things once this was over.

“I guess not. Another failed attempt, Lulu. Well, three’s the charm they say, do they not?”

With a grin that showed his set of sharp, salivated teeth, Alastor turned the whimpering demon over on his back and, without much preamble, sank back into the tight heat, humming pleasantly as the sound vibrated through his cock right up Lucifer's spine. Agonizingly slow he drew his hips backwards, enjoying the strained mewls and muffled sounds coming out of Lucifer, before languidly he would piston back into the root.

Thick tears joined the streaks of spit on the angel's cheeks, a hot flush visible below his eyes. But no begging words made it out of his stuffed mouth as he whined, again, unable anymore in his agony to finally find relief. But his hips buckled up to meet the dragging thrusts, pressing himself tighter into the Radio Demon, pleadingly almost, chasing any friction at all, his neglected cock flapping without the salvation of Alastor's hand around it helplessly and drenched in his own precum onto the heated skin of his belly.

"Mmmmmmpf - N-Nmmm, P-Pflmmm." Any word he tried to cry out was swallowed by his cruel gag, and the struggle was rewarded by a lob-sided smile and red-tipped claws raking over his sweat-soaked thighs up to his knees, where Alastor hooked his hands to bend him further and angle himself.

"There, there... soon you can get what you want, my darling... If you show me that you can restrain yourself."

Another sob rippled through his lithe body, the gushing pressure mounting again. With clenched, curled fingers and balled-up fists, Lucifer tried his damndest not to struggle against the tentacles that held him in place or bite down again. All he had to do was hold on, only endure it until Alastor would be satisfied with his punishment, only withstand the urge and he'd be allowed to -

"Just a little bit longer."

Stars appeared in the dark corners of Lucifer's vision, all blurring up at once as Alastor bent himself over him to suck one pert nipple into his mouth, not quite letting it slip free again but not pulling tightly at it, his thrusts speeding up, getting harder and deeper. Lucifer felt as if he was drowning, his drool dripping from the corners of his stretched lips, his head dizzy and heavy from the little air he was able to get, all while the tip of Alastors length hit heavily at his most sensitive spot again and again.

Tremors ran through his thighs as Alastors hand wrapped again around the bobbing head of his cock, just to spread the warm fluids it had leaked with his own fingers and use them to finally slick up the entirety of his shaft - before working at it once again, hard and unforgiving in the rhythm of his fucking. Lucifer groaned his name over and over through the soaked rubber, more drool escaping from around his gag as he jerked against his bindings, his heels kicking and toes curling and spasming under the overpowering bliss of being pounded so deep and unforgiving.

"Let's go over our rules again, Lulu. Who is the only one you ought to share details of our intimate meetings with?"

A tentacle slithered over his chest, around his neck and he felt the unmistakable click of a clasp around his collar, only faintly realizing what Alastor meant before the tightness around his jaw was released and the rubber duck fell to the floor with a wet 'plop'.

Lucifer brokenly heaved for air, only getting out a few, strangled moans before a forceful stroke of those deliciously long, slender fingers around his length wrung a whining and broken "Al-Ahh...stor..." from him that was immediately rewarded with a dark laugh.

"That's right." His breath felt moist and scorching over Lucifer's throat, and Alastor moved to trail open mouthed kisses up from his collarbone to his ear.

"Who is the only one allowed to see the marks I left to remind you of my claim?"

He bucked up harder and faster, flicking his wrist around the fallen angel's aching cock, drinking in the delicious, open-mouthed groans and whimpering pants for air like he would the aged, expensive whiskey Lucifer knew he loved.

"Ala-Alastor, pl...ease..."

"Two for two, my star... and for the most important question...."

Lucifer felt his wings threatening to sprout from the scarred wounds on his back, his body itching with want and burning with the desire to feel his smooth-soft feathers wrap around the sweaty fur of the crimson overlord. To grip him tight and pull him close, to drown in the heat spilling from his smirking lips while he'd fuck himself wildly onto his pulsing and swollen member until they would both finally, finally...

"...whose heart has been entrusted to only you for safekeeping?"

There was a hidden tenderness in the question that seemed so unexpected and unfitting for the Radi Demon's reputation - A tenderness only ever showing itself in rare moments when it was just Alastor and him. It was all it took, all permission Lucifer needed to come undone. His body forced his hands to be freed from the tentacle's grip, only to claw deep into Alastors shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped imprints in his flesh.

"Alastor..."

He threw his head back, arching his back high off the chaise and pressing his chest firmly against the others as hot, golden spurts of his seed spilled over Alastors fingers and his own stomach, the pain and devastation that had held his body hostage dissolving into stormy waves of purest bliss and salvation. It was now, here, with Alastor filling him to the brim as he spent himself too, his lips latched onto his throat, his hand softly coaxing out even the last drop of his essence, and the prideful overlord's vulnerability offered to him in too soft of words that rang in Lucifers ears still... that he felt closest to heavenly after his fall. Fulfilled. Complete.

Through the fog of drying tears, Lucifer looked up to Alastor. As so often before after their trysts, when they were lost in each other's bodies after the raw emotionality of orgasming, Alastor looked like he wanted to say something, struggling against an invisible force to get the words to form. His eyes were glowing, brows furrowed with desperate strife, an absolute contrast to the almost arrogant hubris he had shown throughout the act.

"My star... Lucifer... Lu... I..."

Lucifer reached up to cradle his pained looking face and gently pressed his lips against his forehead, shushing him gently. He knew what Alastor wanted to tell him, but couldn't or maybe - didn't know how to. Knew that his unexpected lover struggled with this newfound and somehow deviant sentiment and wasn't ready yet, for whatever reason, to express it in words. But he found them in his actions: In his feverish and possessive touches, in his tone of voice when he called him his star, in the way he looked at Lucifer when the angel drifted off to sleep after their encounters. His lips wandered down and found the ones of the deer demon, whispering against them, the smile audible in his words.

"I know. And I'm sorry for pushing your boundaries."He felt the tension seep out of the Radio Demon, and the arms that were wrapped around his body tightened their embrace. Lucifer sighed, and as he let his wings grow and stretch out behind him, enveloping them both, his eyes caught a glimpse of the rubber duck on the ground, still wet and staring at them mockingly. He pulled Alastor closer so he wouldn't see the damn thing going off in flames before his red and gold feathers swallowed them in the residing heat of their bodies.

[idkwhattowritebutiwrite]

Kinktober Day 1: Bondage

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Pairing: [Human] Bill Cipher x Stanford Pines

Contents: bondage (duh lol), chains, not cannon compliant, praise, degradation, very little plot, biting, hickeys, finger sucking, fingering, anal sex, begging, use of "my muse" as a title, no aftercare, humiliation, T O X I C

🔞NSFW UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI🔞

"Struggling won't do you much, Sixer!" Bill chuckled, amused by the sight of his poor puppet struggling against the chains that bound him. "But keep going if you want to, I could watch this all day!"

"Let me go!" Ford shouted, struggling to pull his arms free. The glowing blue chains around his wrist, ankles, and mid-section were just tight enough to be aware of them, but not enough to hurt him in the slightest. Bill didn't want to hurt him though; he knew what he was doing.

"This is adorable, Specs. You really think a little shouting and struggling is going to stop me?" Bill laughed at Ford. "This is just like old times, you know? Me and you, these beautiful blue chains holding you down while I-"

"Enough!" Ford shouted, finally giving in and hanging limply from the chains, knowing his struggling would do no good.

"What's the matter, Fordsy? Don't want to think about all those times I'd have my hands all over you. Running them though your hair, down your body, onto your hard, dripping..." Bill looked down to see just what he expected.

Ford was bright red, sweating and panting from his prior struggle, and in his slacks was a raging hard on.

"Someone seems to like the memories." Bill chuckled. He floats towards Ford and reaches a hand towards him. Ford turns his face away, but Bill grabbed his chin to make eye contact. Bill smirked at the blush growing on Fords face before laughing at him. "Your pathetic, you know? All this work to try and defeat me, yet here you are, turned on by just a couple sentences. Admit it, after all these years, you still want me."

Ford stared wide eyed. Bill grabbed his chin harder, yanking him forward a bit more, the chain around his middle going taught.

"Answer me." He said, eye glowing red.

"Y-yes." Ford whispered.

"Yes, what?" Bill prompted, knowing that after all these years, Stanford must have at least some manners.

"Yes, m-my muse." Ford said, eyes glossing over as he imagines what Bill is to do to him. Bill chuckled and let's go of Ford's chin before snapping his fingers.

Away from the public eye, Ford and Bill were transferred to a dimly lit room. Still bound in his chains, Ford was now naked apart from his boxers and glasses. Bill stood in front of him menacingly.

"After all this time, you're still a pathetic man, Stanford. At least you know your place before a God though." Bill chuckled. He steps in front of Ford, nose to nose, to where he could feel Ford's breath on his. "I think I'll keep these on," He tugged on the chain around Ford's wrist, causing him to choke on a breath. "In case you try anything funny."

Bill finally leaned in and did what Ford had been hoping he would, kissing him deeply. It doesn't take long before the two are interlocking tongues, Bill dominating over the two of them and controlling the kiss. As the kiss grows heavier, hot breath fogging up Fords glasses, Bill felt Ford thrust slightly, looking for stimulation on his aching hard on. Bill chuckled darkly.

"Over 30 years and you still have the sex drive of a teenager, I'm impressed. Let's put that to work, why don't we?" Bill reached down and palmed over Ford's erection. Ford keened at the feeling, not having been touched like this in a long time. He thrusted up, attempting to give himself more delicious friction.

"More." He muttered, grinding against Bill's hand like it's the last thing he'll ever do.

"Not so fast, Sixer." Bill pulled his hand away, causing Ford to curse under his breath. "We haven't even gotten to the fun part!"

Bill made quick work of stripping Ford's boxers off and throwing them into the darkness. Bill admired his body with a smile on his face.

"There was a reason I picked you to do my work, Stanford, you're perfect in every way. Even after everything, you're still perfect." Bill reached forward and ran his hands over Ford's chest. He curled his fingers and lightly scratched on the way down. Ford struggled to breathe through the pleasure. Bill laughed at his responses to even the most trivial on stimulation.

Bill quietly walked behind Ford, taking a moment to fully feel him up. His hands explored everywhere, his stomach, his thighs, his ass, his hair, everywhere except his red, leaking cock.

"Please." Ford whined.

"What was that?" Bill breathed right into his ear.

"Please, do something." Ford breathlessly begged, his cock aching from how bad he needed some sort of pleasure.

Bill reached around and stuck two fingers in Ford's mouth. He felt his teeth, his gums, his tongue, slicking up his fingers with saliva.

"Put that mouth to good work and get those wet for me, ok, Smart Guy?" Bill whispered before dipping down and beginning to suck on the junction between Ford's shoulder and neck. He felt Ford moan around his digits at the sensation.

Once Bill deemed the hickey he'd left behind to be big enough, he lifted his head back to Ford's ear.

"Here's what's going to happen." He smirked even though Ford couldn't see it. "I'm going to stretch you open real good, I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be wishing you'd prayed to me while stuck in that damn portal, and then I'm going to leave you here, a pathetic mess of desperation. Got it?"

Without a moment to spare, he removed his fingers from Ford's mouth and inserted them in his hole. The sudden stretch made Ford shout in pain. After a bit of motion, in and out, he grew used to the feeling. He couldn't remember the last time he had been touched like this. The last time he had been stripped to a babbling sex driven man.

Bill pulled out his fingers and pulled the front of his trousers down, revealing his hard cock. He lined it up with Ford's entrance, kissing his neck slowly. As he pushed in, he bit down.

"Fuck!" Ford shouted at the sudden intrusion.

"Shit, your still so tight!" Bill gasped, removing his teeth from Ford's neck. He wasted no time pistoning his hips, quickly fucking in and out of Ford. Ford tried to do anything to increase his pleasure, but the chains around him prevented him from moving much at all. Bill noticed him struggling and chuckled.

"You look so fucking pathetic, struggling to get more pleasure from me." Bill muttered. Bill kept fucking him until-

"Shit! There! More!" Ford blurted as Bill struck his prostate.

"That's it, come on Fordsy, tell me what you want." Bill egged him on, fucking into his prostate over and over. Ford panted, moaning and whining, unable to get out anything of intelligence. "Come on Sixer, where's that brain of yours? Don't tell me I've fucked it out of you!"

"Fuck- mmh- don't stop- uhh-" Ford moaned, trying to talk but barely getting the words out. "Fuck- mm- so cl- ohh- cl- ah-"

"What's that? I can't understand your Specs, speak up!" Bill began to slow his hips, laughing as Ford struggled against his restraints to try and pick up the pace. "Come on, use your words!"

Ford struggled more, still moaning despite the slower stimulation. His breathing was heavy, and he felt his orgasm approaching, he just needed a little more to tip over the edge.

"I won't ask again." Bill began to pull out, very slowly.

"Keep going please! So close, harder, faster, please, my muse!" Ford shouted, causing to Bill to fuck into him hard and fast. Ford's head fell back, and he moaned loud and unashamed. Bill chuckled, feeling himself grow close as well.

"Come on Sixer, show me how much you've needed me!" Bill fucks into him mercilessly and bite on his neck one final time.

"God fuck!" Ford shouted as he came, shooting his load onto the ground in front of him. Bill kept pounding into him until he finally reached his climax, biting down harder to taste metal in his mouth as he came inside of Ford.

After a long moment of heavy breathing, Bill pulled out of Ford, buttoned up his slacks, and walked around to the front of him. Ford was a mess. Dripping with sweat, whole body flush pink, neck covered in hickeys and a dripping red bite mark. The chains were the only thing holding Ford up at this point as he was totally limp, panting for air.

"You are a real mess, Stanford." Bill chuckled. "I'm keeping to my word though. I have a dimension to destroy, and with you under commission, I'll have a lot easier of a time."

Bill fixed his hair and straightened his coat as he turned his back towards Ford.

"This has been fun, just like old times. A muse and his devoted servant." Bill have one last laugh before snapping his fingers and disappearing, leaving Ford in the dark.

Note: Hey guys, it's me, the author! I've never written smut before, I've written stories in my mind, but this is my first time writing and posting it. I am aware that it's pretty bad but give me some time to get used to writing my ideas and I'll make something good. I also don't super ship BillFord, so I definitely leaned into it being a toxic manipulative thing. Thanks for reading! 📕⚠️⛓️

[nsfwordwitch]

Kinktober 2023 Day 30

Prompt: Bondage

Pairing: Gale x agender halfling Tav

1085 Words

🔞Adults Only Blog🔞

It's been years since Thistle has tied anyone up, or been tied up themself. It was once a completely mundane part of their sex life, with Maurice (stage name: The Great Escape-o!), and then an occasional one with Deglund, though in that case, Thistle was always the one in rope. Now, in Gale's real bed at his home in Waterdeep, Thistle is finding that tying up one's lover is something one's body remembers how to do, even if one's mind has grown unsure.

"Are you comfortable?" Thistle asks.

Gale squirms. "Is discomfort not the point?"

"A little. But if anything is too tight, or bent the wrong way, it can cause damage, so please tell me if you experience any pain."

"I understand, my blossom, thank you. Everything is fine." Gale's smile is warm, and there's excitement in his eyes.

"Good." Thistle puts a hand into Gale's, tied behind his back, and he squeezes it in reassurance. "Don't hesitate to tell me if you need something to change."

"I won't."

"Do you want me to tell you what I have in mind, or would you rather it be a surprise?"

Gale takes a shaky breath. "Surprise me."

"And you can always tell me to stop."

"My beloved, I know that, but I don't plan to."

Thistle takes a sharp breath, and Gale grins at them. "Okay," Thistle breathes. Their eyes sweep Gale's body, checking the bonds at his wrists, knees and ankles, yes, but drinking in the sight of him, too. He's bent at the hips, his legs pulled toward his chest, and his cheek is pressed to the bedspread.

Thistle rubs a hand on Gale's hip, lets their hand wander down and between his cheeks. Gale gasps and tries to open for Thistle, but with his legs bound all he does is wriggle. When Thistle's fingers tease at his entrance, he whines and turns his face to the bed, and a fire burns in Thistle's belly.

"Thistle," Gale says, and no other words come, he just moans again as Thistle draws a slow circle against him. Thistle takes back their hand and crawls over to Gale's head. They comb their fingers through his hair and he sighs. They press a thumb to his lower lip and he opens his mouth, eager for what he knows is coming. Thistle's cock goes into Gale's mouth and he moans around it. He closes his lips and Thistle starts to thrust, fucking Gale's face but slowly; for their pleasure, certainly, but more than that, to draw out the little sounds from Gale that make their head spin. They feel Gale's tongue on the side of their shaft, working hungrily against it.

For a moment, Thistle closes their eyes and gets lost in the pleasure of Gale taking them into his beautiful mouth. Then, they extract, smiling at the look of loss in Gale's eyes. They move lower on his body, and press on his hip to roll him further onto his back, his hands resting on a pillow. He looks down at them, no doubt eager to see what they intend to do next.

Thistle traces the skin bordering the rope just below Gale's knees, then draws their fingers up his thighs to his erection. It thrills them to see it, Gale's body aching for Thistle's touch, excited to be tied up and displayed for them. They wet their thumb and forefinger in their mouth and wrap their hand around Gale's cock.

He gasps and writhes beneath them. "Thistle, I thought…"

Thistle strokes Gale slowly, circling his head with their thumb. "Yes, Gale?"

"I thought you were just going to��take your pleasure from me."

"I am taking my pleasure, Gale." They pause. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please…continue. Ah–"

Thistle's hand resumes stroking Gale, and he bucks into it. "Gale. Your pleasure is my pleasure. You have given me the gift of free reign over your body, and this is how I choose to use it. To make you feel good."

Gale tosses his shoulders around. "My darling. I would…let me touch you, please."

Thistle puts their free hand behind Gale's back and into his grasp, and he holds them tight. Thistle continues to stroke him, Gale thrusting into their hand. He comes with a cry, and Thistle leans over to place a kiss on his hip bone. They look at Gale, his panting, slumping form, and desire rises in them like a serpent.

"Would you like to stop, now?" they ask, still holding his hands, "Or may I continue?"

"Continue," Gale says desperately. "Gods, please, continue."

Thistle presses their tongue between their lips, exposing their metal stud, and smiles. "On your knees, please, Gale."

Thistle helps Gale up, and positions themself behind him. With his legs still bound, Gale's balance is questionable, but Thistle takes his hips firmly in their grasp. They crouch behind him and place their open mouth just above his hole, and let saliva drip down, covering it, making it slick. Gale shudders, and Thistle stands back up. They align their cock with his entrance and press in.

Gale moans into his pillow and Thistle takes a deep breath. They could come right now if they wanted, but they want to take their time. Give Gale something to think about. They roll their hips, finding new places in Gale to thrust against, making him cry out in pleasure.

"Thistle," Gale moans, "keep going, please, stay inside me."

"Gale," Thistle breathes, "yes Gale, I will."

Thistle's closes their eyes and tries to feel everything. Their thighs meeting Gale's backside, their fingers digging into his hips, the sweat on their neck. They feel Gale rocking back against them and they hum, trying not to go over the edge. They see Gale's hands squirming against his back, and they release one hip to hold them.

"I'm close, Gale."

"Yes, my love, please, please finish."

Thistle sighs and holds his hands tightly while they speed up. They come inside him with a stuttering moan and lean against him.

"Let me get these," they say, and untie the rope at his wrists. Gale eases his arms forward and he and Thistle flip him onto his back.

"Come here, please," Gale says, and Thistle obeys. They fall against his chest and into his embrace, burying their nose in his chest. "My perfect, beautiful blossom."

Thistle smiles, embarrassed as always by his praise. They press their face to his skin, in the scarred place above his heart. "My Gale."

[holylulusworld]

Reblog for tags.

Henry Cavill’s characters tag

@cocojo1024

@sultryfandoms

@spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

@minervadashwood

@chriszgirl92

@vmpz8sauceee

DC Tags

@doozywoozy, @xhorror-queen, @cocoja1024, @minervadashwood

All works tags

@yolobloggers

@shikshinkwon

@miraclesoflove

@mogaruke

@shatteredabby

@soryuwifeyxx

@letsdisneythings

@i-love-superheroees-blog

@thevelvetseries

@anaelsbrunette

@sabascio

@goodgodimaweirdperson

@that-place-called-middle-earth

@wally-darling-hyperfixation

@zxph-yr

@belovedcherry

@matsumama

@emoryhemsworth

@buckybarnesplumwhore

@coldmuffinbanditshoe​

@princesssterek​

@xoxabs88xox​

@wandering-spiritash​

@riathearora

@the-loml-got-nailed

@greeneyedblondie44​

@gh0stgurl​

@charmed-asylum​ 

@fallen-wolf22​

@thegirlnextdoorssister​

@avada-kedavra-bitch-187​

@black-rose-29​

@caplanbuckybarnes​

@wykkedwitch​

@sexicherri3​

@loki-laufeyson-1054​

@liloxclu

@km-ffluv​

@bubsonnobx

@katsav17

@itsbqueenthings

@sultryfandoms

@supraveng

@somnorvos

@JeremyRennermakesmesmile

@papichulo120627

@blackhawkfanatic

@b3autyfuld1sast3r

Bound Tight - Kinktober 30

Summary: You're in trouble...

Pairing: Mobster!Guy March-Philips x fem!Reader x Mobster!Anders Lassen

Warnings: mafia au, restraints/being restrained, scared reader, I’ll label this one dub-con, implied future smut/threesome, I’m a tease…

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Privacy is essential to your boss. You should’ve known better than to walk into the office on his boat without knocking. A phone call distracted you, and you forgot to knock before you entered the room.

Gus, your boss, was in the middle of a conversation with his bodyguard. Anders, the guy you only call giant in secret, pushed his cute glasses back up as his eyes landed on you.

He sucked in a breath as your eyes drifted toward the huge money stack on Gus’s desk. Your eyes widened because you never saw so much money in your life. Gus couldn't have so much money. You’re his bookkeeper and know how much money he makes with his business.

“Anders, would you excuse?" Gus’s features darkened as his eyes drifted toward you as you stood in the room, his cup of coffee, and the latest numbers in your hands. “Someone’s being sneaky, my friend. I think I should have a serious conversation with my bookkeeper now.”

Gus leaned back in his chair, making it creak under his weight. Your boss enjoyed the fear flashing over your face. He dipped his head and hummed as your hands began to tremble.

Anders nodded at your boss, turning to leave the office. He brushed past you, sniffing at your hair as he passed you.

“Wait—” Gus snapped his fingers at Anders. “I need your assistance. You’re very skilled when it comes to punishment.” Your boss slowly got up; like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, he kept an eye on your trembling form. “And ropes.”

You whimpered, expecting the worst. For a few weeks, you had the feeling that something else than selling expensive boats was going on in your company.

“You've been a bad girl,” Gus purred as he stalked toward you. He took the cup out of your hands and threw the manila folder over his shoulder. He was dwarfing you with his size, making you whimper as he encouraged Anders to step behind you. The giant placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, you should know that bad girls need to be punished." Anders’s rough voice sent a shiver down your spine. “I’d love to try my new ropes on you, sugar plum.”

Curly hair...curly hair... You focussed on Gus’s dark curls as he cupped your face with one big hand. Staring up at him like the lamb you were between these wolves, you trembled even harder.

What if your boss was not an eccentric boat builder? What if your presumptions were right, and he was a criminal, hiding things from you?

Gus darted his tongue out. He looked down at you, eyes roaming your body hungrily. You whimpered again, this time for a different reason. “What do you say, Anders? Do you want to test your ropes on her?”

They talked about you as if you weren’t even there. You were just a toy for them to play with after you made the mistake of walking in on them.

“Hmm…yeah. I always imagine how cute she’d look with a rope wrapped around her ripe body,” Anders purred in your ear, tickling your skin with his breath. “I’ll make her my masterpiece.”

Firm hands gripped your upper arms as Gus’s hand remained on your face. He hummed, eyes glued to your parted lips. “I think she’ll look pretty old tied up on my desk. What do you think?”

Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You’ve never felt so small before.

Anders, true to his words, got his ropes to dangle them in your face. He laughed when you pulled away and tried to hide behind your boss.

Gus didn’t show mercy either. He got a knife out, cutting off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your birth suit. Your boss pushed everything off his desk, even the money to lift you on it.

You squirmed under his gaze, not daring to breathe wrong when he told you to lie down. Feeling the cold maple wood against your heated skin made you shiver.

At first, it was just a little rope around your wrist, nothing more. Anders made quick work; eyes glued to your exposed body. You could see the hunger in his eyes.

Something soft brushed against your ankles; Gus was tying both feet to one of the legs of the table, making sure they were firmly secured. Your left hand was being tied up to another leg.

You were at their mercy now.

“So pretty and soft,” Gus murmured. He ran his fingertips over one breast, pinching your nipple. “I dreamed of having you like this.”

You watched them circle you like prey, featherlight touches making goosebumps erupt all over your skin, never getting even close to your cunt.

“Please,” you whimpered as Gus stepped between your spread legs. He stared down at your slicked cunt, biting his index finger, wetting it.

“Oh, sweetness,” he purred your name and nodded at Anders. “We are going to ruin you once and for all.”

[holyluluslibrary]

Library reblog

Bound Tight - Kinktober 30

Summary: You're in trouble...

Pairing: Mobster!Guy March-Philips x fem!Reader x Mobster!Anders Lassen

Warnings: mafia au, restraints/being restrained, scared reader, I’ll label this one dub-con, implied future smut/threesome, I’m a tease…

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Privacy is essential to your boss. You should’ve known better than to walk into the office on his boat without knocking. A phone call distracted you, and you forgot to knock before you entered the room.

Gus, your boss, was in the middle of a conversation with his bodyguard. Anders, the guy you only call giant in secret, pushed his cute glasses back up as his eyes landed on you.

He sucked in a breath as your eyes drifted toward the huge money stack on Gus’s desk. Your eyes widened because you never saw so much money in your life. Gus couldn't have so much money. You’re his bookkeeper and know how much money he makes with his business.

“Anders, would you excuse?" Gus’s features darkened as his eyes drifted toward you as you stood in the room, his cup of coffee, and the latest numbers in your hands. “Someone’s being sneaky, my friend. I think I should have a serious conversation with my bookkeeper now.”

Gus leaned back in his chair, making it creak under his weight. Your boss enjoyed the fear flashing over your face. He dipped his head and hummed as your hands began to tremble.

Anders nodded at your boss, turning to leave the office. He brushed past you, sniffing at your hair as he passed you.

“Wait—” Gus snapped his fingers at Anders. “I need your assistance. You’re very skilled when it comes to punishment.” Your boss slowly got up; like a lion ready to pounce on his prey, he kept an eye on your trembling form. “And ropes.”

You whimpered, expecting the worst. For a few weeks, you had the feeling that something else than selling expensive boats was going on in your company.

“You've been a bad girl,” Gus purred as he stalked toward you. He took the cup out of your hands and threw the manila folder over his shoulder. He was dwarfing you with his size, making you whimper as he encouraged Anders to step behind you. The giant placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, you should know that bad girls need to be punished." Anders’s rough voice sent a shiver down your spine. “I’d love to try my new ropes on you, sugar plum.”

Curly hair...curly hair... You focussed on Gus’s dark curls as he cupped your face with one big hand. Staring up at him like the lamb you were between these wolves, you trembled even harder.

What if your boss was not an eccentric boat builder? What if your presumptions were right, and he was a criminal, hiding things from you?

Gus darted his tongue out. He looked down at you, eyes roaming your body hungrily. You whimpered again, this time for a different reason. “What do you say, Anders? Do you want to test your ropes on her?”

They talked about you as if you weren’t even there. You were just a toy for them to play with after you made the mistake of walking in on them.

“Hmm…yeah. I always imagine how cute she’d look with a rope wrapped around her ripe body,” Anders purred in your ear, tickling your skin with his breath. “I’ll make her my masterpiece.”

Firm hands gripped your upper arms as Gus’s hand remained on your face. He hummed, eyes glued to your parted lips. “I think she’ll look pretty old tied up on my desk. What do you think?”

Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. You’ve never felt so small before.

Anders, true to his words, got his ropes to dangle them in your face. He laughed when you pulled away and tried to hide behind your boss.

Gus didn’t show mercy either. He got a knife out, cutting off your clothes, leaving you in nothing but your birth suit. Your boss pushed everything off his desk, even the money to lift you on it.

You squirmed under his gaze, not daring to breathe wrong when he told you to lie down. Feeling the cold maple wood against your heated skin made you shiver.

At first, it was just a little rope around your wrist, nothing more. Anders made quick work; eyes glued to your exposed body. You could see the hunger in his eyes.

Something soft brushed against your ankles; Gus was tying both feet to one of the legs of the table, making sure they were firmly secured. Your left hand was being tied up to another leg.

You were at their mercy now.

“So pretty and soft,” Gus murmured. He ran his fingertips over one breast, pinching your nipple. “I dreamed of having you like this.”

You watched them circle you like prey, featherlight touches making goosebumps erupt all over your skin, never getting even close to your cunt.

“Please,” you whimpered as Gus stepped between your spread legs. He stared down at your slicked cunt, biting his index finger, wetting it.

“Oh, sweetness,” he purred your name and nodded at Anders. “We are going to ruin you once and for all.”