#CW sex

[reshinless]

──── see me, see me not

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ synopsis. in which kinich takes his headwear off, and puts it on you (in a different way)

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ pairings. kinich x gn!afab!reader,!!NSFW CONTENT AHEAD!!

⠀ ۪ ⠀✧ director's notice. i have a feeling he would not gonna lie :pray:

"p- please.. kin- t'fast.." is all you could whimper out as kinich swallowed at the sight of your pretty body being used- slamming himself into your red, puffy hole from behind. each heavenly thrust only making you throw your head back in everlasting pleasure

both your breathy moans filled the space you both stayed in- kinich who just groans your name, the red bow-like marks made from his nails as he left a breathy gasp, almost like catching his breath still. his stares at how well your entrance took him drove him frantic.

"oh f-fffuck.." is all you could hear, kinich's headwear comfortably over your eyes— the beads of sweat on both your forehead's scent only brimming the room. feeling a pair of two fingers come to your mouth- "suck." a raspy voice emits from behind you.

kinich who overhears mualani stepping into the lobby outside the small room he unconveniently chose. "kinich! where are you?!" is heard visibly throughout the halls as he holds your hips close, pushing you up against the wall from your previous position of simply bending over and taking his cock :o

"quiet, baby." is all you hear, kinich who still won't take the blindfold off of your eyes, yet he just oh-so accidently grinds his cock against your g-spot. his fingers in your mouth, as you bite down on them a little as he tries to keep your volume to a minimum while still giving you as much pleasure as possible.

your heart raced as mualani reached for the knob of the door before someone from outside called her for help, making her leave effectively. kinich who loved the adrenaline of almost being caught, only letting the moans escape your glossy lips as he finally released his fingers from your mouth— "ahh— shit sweetheart, that's right.. ssshitt..." he groaned from behind.

the way you start to clench around him with his merciless thrust keeping its pace, oh he's gonna cum in you. whining as you feel him changing the position again, this time to his favorite- missionary.

wherein he secures your thighs around his waist, his strength keeping you up on the wall, you can hear each little squelch, every little plop. "yeeaahh.. that's right, pretty." hearing your wails of pleasure, leaning down to mark you around your collarbone as he kept up the violent strikes, watching the way you fumble your hands anywhere you could, not being able to see what he was doing, you're so pretty, he wished you could see that for yourself.

"uhuh? ffuck.. yeah you gonna come baby?" his teasing tone into the shell of your ear, feeling his warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine, your hips quavered at his actions, you were already starting to see stars.

the way he hit you so raw, you feel as if you'll be snapped in half soon, his tight grip on your waist, and securing your legs to attach his torso, if he doesn't slow down you might just crack! the insane amount of stamina you gain after working as a hunter for so long definitely is a ton. drilling his cock into you, feeling every inch inside of you, every vein come in and out.

he huffs "shit you feel.. s' good pretty.. so fffuckin' good.." —you can smell every detail on him, the floral smell he always has on that he promises isn't on purpose, mixed with the moist, and musky scent of your swear (& his).

kinich, with a long groan, "just one more, baby.. just one moreee.." who's been saying that for the past 3 hours, but who can blame him when he just can't get enough of you. cumming inside you for about the fifth time already! who wouldn't cum with the way you clench down onto his cock with your velvety entrance, or the way you'd scratch at his back (after finally finding where he was), claw marks that looks of a beast. who wouldn't cum, seeing how much your entrance was talking to him, luring him in, so wet and ready for him, you were practically made for him, and his cock.

how many times has he emptied himself into you? can't count. how many times have you come on his dick alone? can't count either. how many hours has it been? stop asking me questions!

watching the way your back arched as you moaned out his name, the way you legs shivered, the intense heavenly feeling of getting to cum with you was more passionate than anything he's done in the past. he hadn't even realized the way your juices squirted everywhere!

"huh.. that's the first time i've seen you do that."

...

"wanna do that again?"

kinich weapon alert !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (i have no resin sighh)

[druizard]

"The pleasures of mortal love are much sweeter than I remember... Though perhaps that's simply because it's with you."

Hiding the lewdest one under the cut~

This scene hits so much differently if you're both naked

[prozackitty444]

" Just want to get back at him! "

slash smut; he gets on your nerves after he lets a groupie get all over him, you decide to get your revenge on him by talkin with another guy at a party.. he ends up fucking some sense into you.

You didn't have a clue what went wrong, and it all started when you started a little conversation to get back at Slash. The night before at an after party, this groupie was all over him! Bastard even gave her an autograph. Fuck, you were fuming- But you couldn't confront it like a normal person, no. You needed to get him wrapped around your finger.

"Hey, whats a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" A husky voice spoke out from behind you. You were having a drink to yourself while Slash was off doing whatever with the boys, literally at the moment contemplating what you should even do with Slash. You perked an eyebrow at the voice, turning over to the advance. It was some dude, you could hardly even tell in the light. You were quick to dismiss him, at first. "Don't bother." He gave a shocked expression, though you noticed that it was sarcasm. "Ouch! Feisty one, aren't ya'?" He spoke with a smirk. The cocky little smirk caught you off guard, looks like this guy didn't wanna give up. Off in the distance was Slash, laughing off with a group of guys with a beer bottle in his hands. Thaat fucker. You glanced back over to the man. He held a liquor drink in his hand casually, his demeanour seemed quite confident as well. Not too buff, not too lean. You smirked to yourself. This was perfect. "My bad, my bad. Your name is?" You spoke with clear intent in your voice, leaning into him with a small smirk. He clearly enjoyed your quick change. "Oh, you can call me Daddy anytime, doll." God. Maybe you should've thought this through.. The alcohol wasn't helping, clearly because his hand seems to be whisked around your waist now. You chuckled out in nerve, giving him an off-putting, uncomfortable smile. As you opened your mouth to speak, you felt your body being pulled back, and you stumble on a nearby counter. "What the fuck is this?" A rough voice yells out. You place your drink on the counter, turning over to find the commotion. Yep, it was Slash. He looked beyond pissed off, and that tone of voice sounded unforgiving. Shit.

Before you knew it, you were being dragged outside the house. Slash had a tight grip on your wrist, beginning to hurt. He shoved you off his grip, you stumbling onto the wall of the house. He brought you to the side, it was hard to even see your surroundings- once again, the alcohol in your system making it worse. You turned over to see Slash, practically fuming. "What the fuck was that?!" He roughly spoke out, stepping into your personal space. He was towering over you, you'd hardly seen him this mad. "Fucking answer me." He grabbed your cheeks roughly, forcing you to look up at him. A lump forms in your throat, and the guilt was really starting to sink in. You wanted to cry. "I…" You breathed out, struggling to find your words. You were not used to this type of treatment from Slash. "'M sorry, Slash.." You choked out, struggling to keep eye contact with him despite him having his aviators on. He scowled out at your apology, keeping the grip on your cheeks. "Do you like making me fucking lose my mind over you, Huh? Cant fucking leave you alone for one second." You fell silent, before remembering why you tried such a stunt in the first place. "I didn't mean for it to happen like that, I-I just," You let out a shaky breath, trying to find your composure. "I was just trying to get back at you.. Cause, last night and all." He stared at you dumbfounded, taking a moment to listen to your words. "The hell you mean last night?" You let out a sigh of irritation at the fact it seemed either he forgot or didn't bother it as a big deal. "When that damn groupie was all over you." You grumbled out with a tense face. He stared at you for a moment, before letting go of your cheeks and shaking his head. "So, that's what the issue was." He sighed out, looking at you with small guilt, but he still didn't approve of your way of getting this conversation out.. "So you decided on being a fucking whore?" He scowled out in irritation, and you gave a small smile in shame. He took quick notice, before he took another step closer and wrapped his hands around your waist. "Just wanted my attention, huh. Is that it? Youre such a slut." He spoke lowly against your ear, causing you to shudder. As this situation unfolded, you couldn't help but notice how shamelessly wet you were getting. He smirked, pressing up his body against you.

This soon lead to his hands whisking up your shirt and kneading the flesh. His bulge was poking against you, causing you to blush. "You need everyone to know your mine, huh?" He spoke in an amused tone, his hot breath on your neck was making it hard not to let out all the noises you've been holding back. He soon took ahold of you, bending you over onto the wall as he groped your ass. "Such a slut." He spoke with a smirk, his bulge against your heat made it hard to think. "Bet you wanted this." He lowly said, his hands finding the waistband of your bottoms. He pulled them down just to your knees, limiting your movement. You shrieked against the cold of the wall, using it as support to hold you up. "Tell me you wanted this." He demanded, god, the roughness in his voice made you throb. "I wanted this, Slash," You breathily huffed out. He groaned in response, pulling down your panties. The air hit you, and you writhed your hips in helpless discomfort and pleasure. You heard him spit out, assumingly onto his hand. He soon took his spit coated fingers, rubbing it along your folds.. It was almost too much lube, causing you to whine out. He chuckled, slipping a finger in you and starting a slow pace. "Slash.." Slash was all you could think about, especially with his thick finger pumping in you. He pushed another thick finger in, digging in deeper. His fingers enough could make you cum undone.. But the slow pace was becoming too much. Your hips wiggled in need, you whining out for more. He make quick notice of that, unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down enough whilst keeping his fingers pumping in you. "Slash, please, I want you inside." You whispered out, it was hard to keep your words together. "Fuck, you're such a cockslut." He huffed out, pulling out his hard member, pulling out of you and gripping the base of his dick. He stared down at you in lust, the view of you being in so much need for him made him want to fuck you senseless.

He let a hand grab onto your hip, and another holding his dick at your entrance. You whimpered out as the tip of Slash's cock started to enter you, causing you to shudder against the wall. "F-Fuck, Slash!" He groaned out, sliding further in you. "Everyone's gonna know you're mine." He pushed deeper in you, till he filled you up all the way with a groan. You helplessly moaned at the feeling. He grabbed your hips forward, starting a rough pace. He began relentlessly drilling into you raw, each thrust causing you to yelp out. "S-Slow down!" You cried out, his thrusts not slowing down one bit. "This is what you- you fuckin' get." He groaned out, his hand finding your hair and bunching it up in a grip. The stretch burned, but pleasure easily overcame it. He violated your cunt with every rough thrust, rough groans falling past his lips as he pulls on your hair. As he pounded deeper into you, his tip was hitting your cervix and it made you into such a mess, crying out, moaning his name. His thrusts began to get more sloppier, his groans getting more constant. "Fuck fuck, you feel too good, you're all mine." He pounded deeper and deeper, it all becoming too much. "Slash, please! I'm yours, yours, please!" You helplessly moaned out, he let go of your hair to grip your hips, his paced becoming faster then ever as you moaned incoherently. "Gonna make you mine, fuck, I'm gonna cum." He groaned out, soon enough he deeply thrusted into you. You moaned out, feeling his cum fill your insides. The feeling was too good to describe, and it left you both sweaty and panting for air. He slowly pulled out of you, caressing your hip.

"Now everyone definitely knows your mine." He spoke with a grin. Yeah, you guys were loud as hell..

[xiaq]

Hi, I have a bit of a personal question, so if you don’t want to answer this, I completely understand!! no hard feelings at all! long story short, I’m demisexual, and I just entered my first real relationship. My girlfriend lights me up inside in a way I’ve never experienced before, but being demi I have no sexual or romantic experience and I’m a little stressed about First Times. Do you have any tips on how to relax? Or at least how to be comfortable with that unfamiliar territory? Your little tidbits about your relationship with B really opened my eyes to my own situation, so I thought I’d maybe see if you had any tips for me. Thanks in advance!!

First: Congratulations! That's super exciting!

Second:

Talk 👏 to 👏 her👏 (!!!)

My partner and I talked A LOT before even the slightest hanky-ing of panky-ing occurred. (In fact, our first conversation about it consisted of me telling him I likely would not enjoy sex and wasn't willing to submit myself to things I did not enjoy anymore and him being like, "ok, no sex, then." Which gave me the time and inclination to feel things out further.) So, when I got to a place where I was like, "ok, conceptually, I do actually like the idea of physical intimacy with you, I'm just not sure I'll enjoy it in practice," we kept talking! I told him things I thought he should know about the past experiences I'd had that might color things we did. I told him about how anxious I was because this mattered in a way that was new and scary (because I was in real actual love and, as you might imagine, not handling it well). I let him ask questions and we made a plan to try things slowly in a low-stress, no-expectations kind of way. It was super valuable A. in making me feel like we were approaching an unfamiliar territory together rather than me entering it by myself and B. it apparently eased a lot of my partner's concern that he'd do something to hurt or scare me when he knew what was off-limits, what was ok, and what we'd need to figure out.

I'll be real with you. Our "first time" sucked. I was a nervous wreck. He called things only shortly after they'd started and was like, nope, time to cuddle and watch a movie instead. And the fact that we'd talked about this probably happening, and him confirming the initial promises he'd made that he wouldn't push me, and he wouldn't get mad if nothing sexual actually happened--that made me a lot less nervous during the next attempt. And each time was an improvement until things were, you know, better than I ever could have imagined. Fireworks. Rainbows. The whole 9 yards. It just took a lot of talking to get there.

Also, people seem to think that talking about sex-- test results, dislikes, preferences––is somehow not sexy. But I found it to be the opposite. 1. I love planning things. So knowing what "the plan" is ahead of time is very nice. 2. Talking about an action before trying it out can be... titillating. Let's say.

Anyway. Communicate! If she's as awesome as she sounds, she'll be honored and pleased to tackle the situation with you rather than being a part of the thing that's giving you anxiety.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ scenarios | dating billy

♡ fandoms; The Boys

♡ characters; Billy Butcher

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; explicit sexual content

♡ notes; he’s the bane of my existence + love of my life tbh

reader isss implied to be working with Billy and in my mind a supe but i made it ambiguous since i didn’t write a meeting section :v but i love the idea of Billy falling for a supe so much

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

I. Kisses/ PDA

> he doesn’t like PDA…or at least that’s what he claims

> Frenchie and Marv give him shit- and Hughie is so supportive it makes him angrier than the others giving him shit

> but tbh they’re all happy to see him happy, and he knows that somewhere under that thick skull off his

> so when you give him a kiss or hold his hand or hug him in the base he grumbles, but he never pushes you away or actually complains

> and sometimes he’ll haphazardly pull you against him without saying a word, cheeks a bit pink as he mumbles something into your hair

> usually a ‘good job’ if it fits the occasion, otherwise a comment about how his coworkers are idiots

> now undercover, it’s a different story

> everyone is a potential threat then- and even worse, everyone is potentially going to bother you

> if he even gets a whiff of someone looking you over he’s got an arm around your waist and a hand not so subtly on his holster

> if you want to get any actual surveillance done you have to shoo him away so he doesn’t scare anyone off

> and even then he’s checking in way more often than he needs to

> it’s hard to get mad at, because it’s sweet in his stubborn, assholeish way

> and if you don’t care about surveillance it’s easy to get him riled by playing into it

> and then he’ll kiss you hard right in front of whatever chucklefuck was eying you

> “hope he’s enjoying the bleedin’ view”

> he’s a big cuddler when you’re alone- another thing he’d never admit

> but he loves when you snuggle up with your head on his chest, listening to his heart and nearly dozing while he goes through files

> or when you’re exhausted on the van ride home and make sure no one is paying attention as you hold with his hand in the front seat, rubbing his probably bloodied knuckles and pressing soft kisses them

> he likes your little late night rendezvous the best, though

> you’re both bad at sleeping, so most nights in the base he’ll find you in the kitchen near midnight brewing chai

> you’ll be sitting on the counter in one of his shirts and smile brightly despite the bags under your eyes

> and then when he comes over and puts a hand on either side of you, you trap him in your legs

> the kisses are sometimes heated, sometimes chaste

> but either way you enjoy the tea, and spend the rest of the restless night together

II. Sharing a bed

> when you’re all living in hiding, space is tight under the pawnshop

> you’ve both got shitty little twin beds, and he’s always complaining about space

> but the nights are getting cold and the heater barely works, so you hatch your evil scheme

> evil scheme might get giving it too much credit. like way too much

> all you plan on is asking to snuggle and never leaving his bed

> but he’s taking forever to get whatever he’s doing done, and you’re tired

> no biggie, you’ll just crawl in and wait for him so you can ask

> the next thing you know it’s two a.m. and he’s nudging you

> “oi. who said you could be in here?”

> you whine and give him the biggest pout, eyes all hazy from sleep

> and not wearing all that much either

> he sighs but you can hear the smile in his voice “c’mon then love.”

> before you can scooch over he’s pulling you on top of him completely, making you feel tiny on his broad chest

> he tried not to seem too delighted when you’re there again the next night

III. Let’s get kinky

> listen. i swear i don’t think every character has a daddy kink. just all the ones i’m super attached to

> but he canonically referred to himself as daddy and that’s not leaving my brain anytime soon. so.

> he refers to you as so many sweet nicknames- and he likes to pair them with a healthy mix of degradation and praise

> “you’re a filthy fuckin’ whore aren’t yah sweetheart?”

> his default is rough. he’s a frustrated man, and he’s been pent up for a while now

> but you can take it. probably.

> he likes choking. and spanking, he loves when you’re a brat and he can bend you over his knee

> mostly because then he can finger fuck you right then and there when he’s done and make you a complete mess

> if you wear makeup he thinks it’s twice as nice with your lipstick smudged and mascara running down your cheeks

> and you look prettiest to him on your knees, already a bit teary and sucking on his fingers until you’ve earned the real thing

> he wants to breed you so bad it makes him look stupid. (tbh not literally, even if it is possible, but god the dirty talk is so good that it doesn’t matter)

> his favorite position is reverse cowgirl- he loves seeing you whine and slowly ease yourself onto him

> and to me- he’s an ass man lmao, he loves watching it as you bounce on his cock

[ifwebefriends]

What really appeals Stolitz to me as an aspec person is that the sex is not like the end goal, it’s not what we’re looking forward to or anticipating. We’ve long gone over that bridge and now we’re waiting for the emotional climax of their relationship where they learn to communicate healthily and it becomes less about the sex

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 8

Warnings: Sexual themes; Breeding; Gay Sex; Author is a monsterfucker

Prompt: Oviposition + Breeding

Pairing: Beast!John Price x Male!Reader

The rest of Kinktober

The cave was dim, the air thick and warm as he lay beneath the weight of Price, his monstrous form looming over him. The creature's body, a twisted amalgamation of beast and man, pressed against his small mate, the heat between them almost unbearable. His eyes glowed faintly in the dark, focused solely on his mate, filled with an intensity that made his skin tingle.

"You’re going to take everything I give you," Price’s voice was rough, a deep rumble that reverberated through the space between them. His claws gently traced along his mate's skin, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. There was no escaping it—he had agreed to this, to the strange, primal need that thrummed in the air.

Price’s body shifted, pressing his mate down further into the earth, the creature’s hot breath against his neck making him shiver. His body was already slick with sweat, heart racing as he felt the weight of what was about to happen. Price’s movements were deliberate, each one carefully calculated to ensure that his mate had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from what was coming.

"You want this, don’t you?" Price growled, his clawed hand gripping the smaller thigh, pulling him closer. His monstrous frame loomed large, casting a shadow over his mate as he nodded, unable to form words. His body trembled in anticipation, nerves alive with a mix of fear and excitement.

Price’s massive form shifted slightly, the sensation of his hot breath against his neck making him gasp. The creature’s instincts were in full control now, the primal need to fill him overwhelming any human restraint Price might have once had. His claws dug into the earth beside his mate as he prepared, his monstrous form taut with anticipation.

The cock that pressed against his hole was no less monstrous than the creature it was attached to. Dark in colour, it hung far in front of his body, resting along his tiny mate’s back. Two thick knots bulged from both halfway down, to right above his heavy balls. Price’s mate could see the movement of eggs shifting along the thick girth, forcing a shiver out of him.

His mate’s breath hitched as he felt the first wave of burning inside him, Price’s monstrous body pressing closer as the process began. It was slow, deliberate, as if the creature wanted him to feel every bit of it. Price’s hand slid down to his mate’s stomach, resting on the bulge possessively as his voice rumbled in the dim cave.

"You're mine," Price growled softly, his voice dark and heavy. "I’m going to fill you, and you’re going to take it all. My beautiful mate."

The smaller body tensed, overwhelmed by the sensation, but he couldn’t stop it—the heat, the pressure, the way Price’s body seemed to claim him with every movement. His mind was a blur, every nerve on fire as he was filled, his senses overloaded. It was primal, raw, and utterly consuming.

He needed more.

The pressure inside him grew, the weight of what was happening making his head spin as Price’s claws dug into his skin almost painfully, grounding him through the overwhelming sensations. There was no escape from the intensity, no way out of the primal need that seemed to take over both of them. His mate could feel the heat spreading through him, the sensation building until it was almost unbearable.

He could feel the first egg drop into the canal, slowly moving down to push against his already straining rim.

"You’re taking it so well," Price rumbled, his monstrous body still pressing against his mate as he continued, his voice low and full of satisfaction. "You’re going to carry this for me. All of it."

The first egg finally pushed back his rim, followed quickly by its siblings in a steady flow into his hole. His mate’s entire body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled completely, the pressure inside him growing until it was almost too much to handle. His breaths came in short gasps, his vision blurring as the warmth spread through him, a deep ache settling in his core.

His stomach began to fill, stretching and becoming almost uncomfortably heavy at a rapid pace. Price’s hand remained firm on his stomach, possessive and controlling as the process continued, the weight of what was happening grounding his little mate in the moment. There was no turning back now—no stopping the primal need that had overtaken them both. “Gonna look so fucking beautiful, full of my young.”

The last egg finally pushed firmly into place among the others, a loud groan of appreciation leaving Price.

"Good boy," Price growled softly, his voice full of approval as he finished, the heat inside his mate finally easing as the intensity began to subside. His body was trembling, completely spent, but Price’s hand remained on him, protective and firm.

"You did well," Price murmured, his voice still rough but filled with a strange sort of tenderness as he leaned down, his monstrous form still towering over his mate. "You’re mine now. All mine."

[windslar]

[qininqinin]

[Color x F!Reader, blowjob, future deep throating…]

note: the freakiness was strong in this one (and it's short because it's the first time I write a blowjob scene)…

Color's large hand was heavy on your head, his fingers trembling against it - he seemed uncertain, hesitant to pull your hair away or push your face closer to his pelvis.

“Good girl, good girl.” He murmurs between moans, finally deciding to pull your hair.

That little green light dilated inside his eye socket, finally forming a heart, pulsing as your lips slide around Color's member, remaining with the tip of it in your mouth - and Color does nothing but let out a drawn-out moan, tilting his head back as he feels his cock tremble as your tongue leaves a lick with what's left inside your mouth.

“You’re okay?” He pants, biting his false lips as you murmur, forcing your throat to vibrate against his member. “Good girl.” Color praises again, releasing your hair just to stroke them with gentle pats.

“You can take more, can’t you?” A bit of saliva drips down his chin as you nod, taking more of his cock in eager mouthfuls, “I knew I could count on you, my favorite girl.”

And all you could hear were his louder gasps, interrupted only by moans as you took more and more of his fat cock with your lips - feeling the tip poke your throat, a bit of precum running down your tongue.

The best dessert was Color's cock afterall, sweet as his high pitch moans~

[sugarrushsato]

2 doctors having sex etc etc

(Full version on my nsfw twt :3)

[druizard]

Gale's Gift

Gale & F!Reader

Softly inspired by @daisyofwaterdeep 's post here!

Rating: EXPLICIT! N$FW MDNI!!!

Word Count: 1602

Summary: Gale creates a special new toy for his wife (you) to use one lonely nights while he's stuck at work.

Also posted on AO3!

“Ah!  There you are, my love!” Gale is pleased to see you return home for the day.  With an eager twinkle in his eyes, he takes you by the waist and pulls you flush against him, tilting your chin up with those slender but strong, experienced fingers, to kiss you so deeply.  “I have a surprise for you!”  

“Oh?” You wonder what your husband has been up to on his day off that has him so excited.  

He takes your hand and leads you to his study where he tells you to “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

Without (much) hesitation, you do as he says, closing your eyes and holding your hands out with your palms up, ready for whatever brilliant or terrifying surprise he has for you. 

Not a moment later, you feel him place a long object in your hand and he tells you to open your eyes.  In your hands is indeed a sex toy, shaped in the exaggerated image of a man's genitals.  “Darling,” you giggle, blushing as you look up at him, “another dildo?”

“Oh, but this isn't just any old dildo, my love!” He places a finger on the toy, his eyes and fingertips glowing bright fuchsia for a second before the toy begins vibrating in your hands.

“What the hells!?” You exclaim, surprised by the sudden movement.  Gale snatches it before it hits the ground and laughs.

“I know how much you loved our little experiment the other day with thunder magic,” he starts to explain, the vibrating toy in his hand.  He steps in front of you, kissing your forehead, your nose then your lips, and you feel a gentle, low vibration on your bicep.  “I thought to myself, ‘what would happen if I enchanted a small object with a thunder spell?’”  Gale traces the toy along your shoulder, the buzzing radiates through your chest and relaxes your muscles as he brings it between your breasts.  “Of course, I needed to calculate exactly how concentrated the spell has to be in order to keep you safe while I use it to…”  

The toy in his hand slowly makes its way down your stomach and to your waistline.  With his free hand, he undoes your pants and pushes them down, just enough so he can reach inside with the toy, slipping it between your soaking wet folds and pressing it against your swollen clit.  You gasp, your own hands coming up to grip his shirt sleeves lest you collapse. 

“That's it…” he whispers, wrapping his arm around you as you lose balance.  He only keeps you there long enough to give you a taste before removing the incredible new invention from your parts, a devious smile across his face.  “Wonderful to know it works!” He chuckles at the disappointment in your eyes.  “I thought this might come in handy on your days off when I'm not around.  A little gift of pleasure from your husband who adores you.  My little way of being here for you, even when I can't be.”

“I… I love it,” you whimper, your hips still shaking from the thunderous pleasure the toy had briefly provided.  “Are you going to finish what you started, wizard?”

“Hmm?” Hums Gale, “Oh, no my love,” he hands you the toy and kisses your cheek, “That is your job!  I want to see exactly how you intend to use my little gift… show me exactly how you'll pleasure yourself when you're here alone, how good you'll make yourself feel while thinking of me.”

“You… want me to do this in front of you?  As if you aren't actually here, staring at me while I'm touching myself?”

“If that's.. alright,” a sudden glimmer of embarrassment in his eyes and Gale's cheek flush a deep red with blush.  “I'm sorry if this is too bold of me to ask.  Please, you need only say no if I've made you uncomfortable.”

You pull him down by his collar for another deep kiss and tell him, “Of course it's alright, Gale… just let me get comfortable.”  You take his hand and lead him to the bedroom, where you climb into bed alone.  Gale lingers in the doorway, leaning against its frame with his eyes adhered to you.  “Uhm… how does it work?  If you are not here?”

“Oh!  Right…” He chuckles, “just touch the base where I did before to activate the spell again.  No incantations necessary!  I made it so that it would respond to your touch as well as my own.”

You press a finger against the very spot Gale had touched before and the toy springs to life again, buzzing and ready to be used for your pleasure.  You smile and bite your lip, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the ground.

“Gods, you're beautiful…” he sighs, as you undress.

“Hey!  How am I supposed to imagine myself alone if you don't keep quiet!”

“Sorry, sorry!!” He laughs, “I'll be quiet… close your eyes.”

You shake your head, rolling your eyes before closing them gently and moving the toy to your eager parts once more.  “Oh, fuck,” you moan, pressing it against your clit.  It was similar to the sensations Gale had shown you when he tried using thunder spells in the bedroom before, with only his hands as the tool, but now the control is in your own hands… and knowing he is right there watching you somehow makes it even more arousing.

“Mmm, perfect,” Gale groans, somehow sounding much closer than he was when you started.  “Keep going…”  

“Gale…”

“Y/N…” he pants, his voice becoming more desperate and ragged.  Your curiosity gets the better of you, not able to put yourself in any mindset where he wasn't there anymore, and you open your eyes.  “Naughty girl… I said ‘close your eyes’.”

Now standing at the foot of the bed in front of you, Gale makes it impossible not to recognize he is still there, watching you with hungry eyes, one hand holding his tunic up at his chest, the other rapidly stroking his cock.  

“Oh, Gale…” you moan, the sight before you only pushes you closer to the edge as you press the buzzing toy harder against your throbbing bud.

“I'm sorry, my love, I… couldn't help myself.  You're so irresistibly beautiful… so good for me…”  His eyes drift from yours, down to your breasts and finally your dripping cunt.  The sight makes his cock leak as he squeezes it a little tighter, wishing it was your sex around him instead of his own hand.  “Gods, I want you…”

“I thought you said you wanted to watch.”

“I think I may have changed my mind… may have overestimated my ability to resist your perfect body.” Gale kneels onto the mattress, walking towards you on his knees, still rubbing himself eagerly.  “Please, Y/N, may I?”  His cock is already lined up with your opening when he asks your permission, waiting only for your okay before sinking into you, groaning as his head reaches your cervix.  “F-fuck, you're so damn tight… so wet…”

You pull the toy away from your mound as he begins to fuck you, the sensations almost too much to bare with him filling you and hitting every point of pleasure within you.  Gale stops you, taking your wrist in his hand before you can discard the toy.  “No, keep it there… I want to see you come undone… with both my cock inside you and your new toy against your clit… I need to see you unravel, I ache to feel you climax around my cock, my love… please…”

How can you refuse such a sweet plea?  It takes all of your willpower to keep the buzzing object pressed against you as your husband drives himself into you over and over again.  Both of your heads reeling, never breaking eye contact as your world becomes nothing besides you and Gale. 

You and Gale.  You and your husband.  Together as one, together alone.  The love of your life who fills you so perfectly.  You could cry at how insane and incredible it feels to have him stretch you as your new toy overstimulates your pulsing clit, threatening to send you over the edge at any moment.

“Gale, I'm cl-close,” you whimper, your free hand reaching for his.

“Perfect,” he pants, his movements becoming erratic as he takes your hand in his, “As am I… my love… Y/N… my perfect, good girl… I..I love you… please, finish for me… with me…fuck…”  Gale squeezes your hand, never letting go as you both reach climax together.  He pulls his cock from within you just in time, letting his seed shoot across your stomach and onto your breasts.  As much as he adores the sight, he magically tidies up after himself, for your sake and out of respect.

He then hastily takes the toy from you and discards it so he may collapse next to you and pull you into a loving embrace.  “Are you alright?” He asks, pushing your hair out of your face.  “That wasn't too much, was it?”

“No, Gale,” you say, still panting and high from release.  “That was perfect.”

“You are perfect,” he kisses you tenderly on the lips, softly moaning into them, “Can I assume you'll be putting your new gift to good use the next time I'm stuck at work too late?”

“Oh, without a doubt!” You laugh, snuggling up close to your beloved wizard.  “But I will always prefer your cock, fingers or tongue alone over anything else.”

[prozackitty444]

"Tutoring, to your disdain and to his pleasure."

slash smut; 1983, tutoring him and ending up giving him a blowjob!

The year is 1983, you and Slash shared a few classes together. Slash.. has a reputation to say the least. He was a trouble maker. He was failing most classes, skipping most classes he found boring to work on guitar. You and others took notice of this, you chose to mind your own business. He was cute, yeah. But he had a thing going on, and you respected that.

That was until one day you got home from a lengthy day at school, to see the curly headed boy sitting on your living room couch with your parents talking to him. The hell was he doin here? You stared at the very odd scene, processing it for yourself as you knocked off your shoes, placing your shoes aside. You quickly made your way to the living room, looking to the boy then to your parents. He took notice of your glance. Your parents, quickly explained he needed tutoring. You were not pleased with your parents decision, and they quickly dismissed you, telling you they were off for the night. Soon, you stood alone in the living room with Slash.

The night went okay, you told yourself. You simply sat down beside him, explaining the stuff he needed to know on his next tests in the classes you two shared. Though, Slash seemed very unamused and bored with the situation. Honestly, you couldn't care less. You just hoped you were being payed..

As the clocked chimed '8:00pm', you looked over squinting at the clock. "When are they getting back?" You mumbled to yourself, not that Slash needed to hear- He did. He quickly sat up, in so you turned over to look at him again. "Not back till the mornin'." He spoke, stretching his legs out. You looked at him in slight surprise, turning to get a better face of him, you responded. "Oh? That's new." Your mind lingered off, slightly pissed off that your parents didn't bother to explain the situation thoroughly before Slash interrupted your train of thought. "Guess they saw something in us." He cheekily spoke, tilting a head with a smirk crept up on his face. His lower voice caught you off guard, you quickly gathered your composure. Your gaze landing on him once again, checking him out. He was pretty damn attractive, you'd hadn't assumed he was a womanizer. You simply laughed out. "Jeez, don't get the wrong idea." You spoke with a grin, returning the advance on him. He grinned, showing his teeth. He shifted in his seat, his gaze falling on your body, his hair over his face supporting his tactics in hiding his gaze away. "Why not, huh? You afraid?" He spoke, the grin still on his face. You couldn't help but blush at his words, you raised an eyebrow in response. Him soon scooting closer to you. His hand whisking over to your thigh and gripping it.. This make you lose your composure you were working up this whole time. As your blush grew, you looked down to see his big hand handled on your thigh. "Cmon, your parents aren't home. This is too much well of an opportunity, Doll." The nickname rolled off his tongue, your gaze quickly finding his. His words went straight to your stomach, your core taking it harder. He only grinned. You pressed your lips together, contemplating letting his advances grow.. You couldn't even help yourself, his words and touch making you lose your morals. He soon whisked his hands around your waist and back, pulling you atop his thighs. He gazed at your body straddling his lap, both of his hands finding your waist. You were taken by surprise, not expecting him to literally pull you onto his lap. You shuddered at his bigger hands finding your waist, and you placed your hands on his shoulders. "Oh.. Slash." You lowly spoke out, his advances were definitely getting to you.

Before you knew it, he was helping you pull off your shirt. Unclipping your bra, letting your breasts fall in his view. "Fuck, if I knew how good these things were, I would've done this a whole lot sooner." He lowly groaned, cupping your breast in his hand and squeezing it. You shuddered at his touch, back arching in response. "So damn eager, huh?" He teased, smirking up at you. His fingers whisking down your hips, tugging at your pants. "Take these off for me, doll." Your mouth fell agape from his demands, mind going foggy.. including you getting hopelessly wet. You quickly started sliding your jeans off, shifting in his lap to kick them off completely. You settled back down, only in your panties which were getting soaked. You quickly looked at him for his approval, and his hands began roaming over your body and skin. "Youre just perfect, aren't ya? In the face and body.." He grumbled, his hands finding your waist again. His gaze never leaving your body, as your meant to take it. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to him. You felt his bulge in an instant, your eyes falling to look at their connected hips. You helplessly clenched around nothing.. your hips bucking into his to your disdain. Lust is all that consumed you, and you could hardly think straight with his bulge poking into you. He groaned, his hands squeezing your hips. "Oh, you dirty little girl. Cant even wait, fuck." You blushed in response, your hands gripping his shoulders. "I cant focus around you.." You mumbled. The roughness of his jeans were becoming inevitable, as your breathing became heavier. You began helplessly grinding against the fabric, him groaning. He quickly grabbed your hips to stop your movements, you felt him twitching through the tight fabric. Though the sudden stop in your movement made you whine out. "Fuck, dirty whore. Cant even wait." He grumbled out, before he gazed at you again with lust and desire in his eyes. "I want you to suck me off." He lowly spoke, the roughness ringing in your ears. You looked to his bulge, then to him. He gave you a demanding look, and you understood what you needed to do. You hopped off his lap, heading to the floor and propping up on your knees. His gaze never left you, and he shifted to the edge of the couch, him palming himself of the view of your lustful expression and you on your knees.

You quickly made work of unzipping his jeans, and pulling it down to reveal his boxers. You grew wetter the second, especially seeing his intense bulge. You slide your hands against his hips, pulling his boxers down to his thighs. His length immediately slapped against his stomach, him groaning at the air hitting his extra limb. He stroked himself, looking down at you. You gawked in awe at his giant thing.. your mouth practically drooling. "Fuck, I need that little mouth on me. Do it, sweet thing." Your gaze fell on him once again, soon back down to his throbbing cock. Your hand soon replaced his, squeezing at the base. Earning you a low groan from him. You soon moved forward to the heat emitting from him, spitting down on the tip. You rubbed it along his shaft, coating it in your spit. "Oh, keep going." He grumbled out, letting his head rest against the couch. You shifted to get a better positioning, taking his tip in your mouth. His hand gripped along the couch, holding himself back from just shoving into your mouth. You began to slide your mouth along his length, teasin the poor guy. He huffed out, looking down to you in disapproval, his shaft twitching in need. "Dont be a tease." He grumbled, his eyebrows tensing up. You smirked along him- In which his hands finding your scalp, gripping onto the base of your hair. He slowly guided your mouth into him, him heavily breathing out and resting his head against the couch again. You allowed his hand to guide your mouth, before you started taking action, slowly bopping your head up and down and letting your tongue slide along him. He soon found a strong grip on your head, beginning to push into your throat. The way he was handling you.. had you whining around him. He took notice of this, groaning. He soon begain using your mouth as he pleased, pushing your head up and down with ease as he let out heavy breathes.

His pace quickened, using your throat for his pleasure. He held your head, shifting to rut and thrust into your throat, reaching depths unfamiliar to you, and all you could do was take it. He looked down at the sight of you taking his relentless thrusting, him moaning. "F-Fuck, ..Take it," You struggled to return the gaze, his ruthless thrusts becoming all you can hardly think about. "So.. Perfect." He moaned out, gripping harder onto your scalp, his thrusts becoming sloppier, less efficient. "Close.. close, fuck." He incoherently spewed to you, the feeling of using your throat becoming overwhelming for him. His pace sped up even further, he soon pushed deeply into you- The grip on your hair hurting at this point.. He let out a strangled, low moan. His warm cum pumping down your throat, you feeling his cock pumping. You nearly struggled to swallow it, as he let the feeling linger. He panted out, slowly taking your head off of his member. He gazed down at you, and you noticed how cute he looked after finishing. Sweat running down his face and neck.. Hair messy, eyes half lidded. "You were so good." He spoke out, you smiled at his words.

"Get up, were far from done."

[bumblebeehug]

Lucy Is def a freak in priv

i feel like she's experimental, more than a freak. she and natsu gets together, they do the normal vanilla stuff and are very happy with that. then she opens a smutty book and suddenly she's like "omg natsu listen to this" and after 15 minutes of reading natsu's like "this is turning me on" and then they try the stuff (and they like it! but too much work for everyday use, yk?)

anyways that's how i imagine the cycle going. just endless experiments, both initiate, both enjoy it!! but for some reason i can imagine them being awkward with it. especially lucy, since she's mostly the recieving party. natsu gets an ego boost every time he finds new stuff lucy seems to enjoy.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ scenarios | dating negan

♡ fandoms; The Walking Dead

♡ characters; Negan Smith

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; explicit sexual content

♡ notes; in case anyone forgot i’m technically not a dedicated slasher blog

i put this in sections so i didn’t have to make more than one post lol . also these take place while he’s still the ruler of the saviors. i’ve been obsessed since his first episode oh my god that’s eight years of hyperfixation so that’s usually where my brain goes plot- wise

i’m thinking Billy Butcher is up next? lmk who else we wanna see, Garcia Flynn from Timeless is probably too niche? but i love him so so much

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

I. Kisses/PDA

> negan is an affectionate person

> with his wives it’s just for show- they’re hot, and he wants all his followers jealous of his lifestyle

> but with you, it’s different

> his wives don’t like him, per-se. he’s convenient to be married to and easy on the eyes, but they’re cold to him

> and he knows why, he doesn’t really give a shit. especially now that he has you.

> you may not be his spouse- you’re sure as fuck not letting him call you that without a ring- but he’s even more physical with you

> standing by him? hand on your back. sitting? you’re on his lap. look cold? he gives you his jacket and keeps you tucked under his arm

> “i just like takin’ care of you darlin’”

> and he loves kissing you in front of others- from little pecks to long, lingering kisses that makes other people look away

> he seems possessive, and he doesn’t mind people pointing it out

> it’s not that he doesn’t trust you- it’s never that

> he trusts most of his men too…maybe not simon. because simon loves staring at your ass

> but he’s proud. he’s proud you’re his, and he’s yours, and that he gets to show you off

> and like hell he ever lets anyone forget it

> alone he acts like keeping his hands off you is impossible

> he smacks your ass any time you lean over, pulls you into big bear hugs from behind and randomly pick you up

> he doesn’t ever want you to doubt his feelings for you, and physically is the easiest way for him to show it

> he’s very sexual, big shocker

> but his favorite kisses are sleepy kisses

> you wait late into the night when he’s due home from terrorizing his territories

> some part of you is afraid one day he won’t come home- so you always wait

> you’ll be exhausted, rubbing your eyes and yawning and usually wrapped up in a blanket

> but no matter how long he takes directing his men and double checking inventory and dealing with the dead

> “hey there, baby doll”

> you always run straight into his arms and bury your face in his chest. he’ll laugh and pick you up, kissing you gently before he carries you to bed

> most times he falls asleep on top of the covers with you, eager for the morning when he can make it up to you for being gone so long

II. Sharing a bed

> negan isn’t used to sharing a bed anymore

> the wives have their own rooms just down the hall, and so do you

> no reason for him not to give you at least a little space

> and having a room is the height of luxury in the sanctuary anyways. it’s a perk of dating the boss

> but you don’t know how to tell him you do want to share a bed, even though you’re barely apart when you’re awake

> so you just…don’t. you assume it’s a boundary he wants to keep and don’t mention it

> until the night terrors start up again

> you’ve seen a lot of people die a lot of different ways. most of them people you cared a lot about

> the memories always seem to come back in your dreams no matter how far back you push them

> when you’re woken up by one in the middle of a harsh storm, it’s just a bit too much

> you just can’t stop crying, and it’s loud and you need held. you need him.

> you creep as quietly as you can down the hall, and you hesitate at the door until the thunder crashes again

> when you stumble in he sits up fast with a knife in his fist

> then he gives a slightly annoyed sigh in recognition, relaxing

> “the hell are you doing?”

> “i just- um-“

> you can tell he notices the wobble in your voice and opens his arms up without another smart remark

> “hey, hey, i’ve gotcha..”

> he doesn’t ask questions- you don’t cry for nothing. and he gets nightmares too

> falling asleep in his arms feels natural…so natural it becomes a habit

> and he sleeps better with you too, curled around you and holding you so tight you think he might be worried you’ll disappear

> it’s less than a week before you stop using your bed altogether

III. Let’s get kinky

> he’s happy in pretty much any dominant role, whatever you call him is good enough for him- daddy, sir, master, etc

> and he likes when you call him whatever it is in front of his men

> the only chance of getting your dick/strap in him is if he power bottoms. but 95 percent of the time? you’re receiving and it’s big

> he likes being risky. he’ll take you out to visit settlements just to have an excuse to stop and fuck you in the car

> or even in a house there, just a room over from his men and gagging you with his fingers so you don’t get caught

> not that he’ll care if they catch you anyways

> he has a nice big office- half of the reason he uses it is so he can have you on his lap as a cockwarmer while he reads or looks over inventory numbers

> the other half is so you can suck his dick under the desk while he talks to simon or dwight

> (simon is a raging pervert so he definitely knows, too)

> he loves fucking your face, watching you get all teary eyed and drooling all over yourself from taking his massive cock

> “oh look at the fuckin’ mess you’re making!”

> he’s generous though- he loves reciprocating oral

> and he loves overstimulating you too- whether that’s by edging you for hours or just making you cum again and again and again

> he loves taking you from behind, pushing your face into the mattress and gripping your hips so hard they bruise

> but he also loves when you ride him slow, gasping quietly as he watches you fall apart completely for him

[borderline-culture-is]

tw death and sex mentions

bpd culture is id let you kill me if you wanted to. im ace and sex repulsed but id let you fuck me if you wanted to, if you thought it would bring us closer. id tear out my tongue if you didnt want me to talk anymore. id give you my ear in a cardboard box. your my sun and my stars and you shine brighter than the entire world. bpd culture is you were my favorite person long before i knew it was a term.

.

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 12

Warnings: Sexual Themes; Gay Sex; Kink

Prompt: Praise Kink + Toys

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Male!Reader

The rest of Kinktober

Soap leaned back against the bed, his muscular form sprawled comfortably as he watched his sweet boy with a smirk, his Scottish accent thick and low. “Look at ye, all eager for me,” Soap teased, his voice dripping with affection, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and pride.

Pet, on his knees at the foot of the bed, felt his heart race at the praise, his skin warming under Soap’s gaze. He was always so responsive to Soap’s words—every compliment made him feel like he could melt right there.

“Ye’re doing so well for me, lad,” Soap praised, his hand reaching out to tousle Pet’s hair affectionately. “Just like I knew ye would.”

Pet’s fingers trembled as they gripped the toy, his breath shaky as he prepared himself. Soap had been so patient with him, guiding him through every step, offering nothing but encouragement and sweet, intoxicating praise. And now, as the toy slid into place, a gasp escaped Pet’s lips, his body reacting immediately to the unfamiliar sensation.

“That’s it, just like that,” Soap cooed, his accent thick with approval, his voice a comforting anchor in the moment. “Yer takin’ it so well. So proud of ye.”

Pet’s chest tightened at the words, his head swimming with the mix of sensations and the overwhelming feeling of being seen, appreciated. Soap always knew what to say to make him feel like he was the best thing in the world, like every action, every reaction was perfect.

“Good boy,” Soap murmured, leaning forward slightly, his hand resting on Pet’s shoulder as his thumb stroked the back of his neck. “Look at ye, handlin’ it like a champ. Such a good lad for me.”

The praise hit Pet harder than anything else. His breath came out in soft, shaky gasps, his body reacting to the warmth and affection in Soap’s voice. It wasn’t just the physical sensations—it was the way Soap made him feel, the way every word filled him with a sense of accomplishment, of being truly wanted.

“Ye love it when I tell ye how good ye are, don’t ye?” Soap’s voice was almost teasing, but there was an edge of sincerity in his tone, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on Pet’s skin. “And ye are. Ye’re so good for me, always.”

Pet whimpered softly, his body arching slightly under the continued stimulation. Soap’s words, combined with the sensation of the toy, were enough to drive him closer and closer to the edge, his mind clouded with pleasure and need.

Soap leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Pet's ear as he whispered, “I’m so proud of ye, Pet. Ye’re perfect for me.”

That was all it took. The praise, the affection, the feeling of Soap’s strong hands on him—it sent Pet spiraling into bliss, his body shaking with the force of his release.

As Pet’s breath slowed, Soap chuckled softly, pulling him into a gentle embrace. “Good lad,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his pet’s head. “Ye did so well for me.”