#I have a new kink

[xochimillilili]

It's such an obvious thing with petplay but fucking hell I wanna try out commands so much with my sweet baby pup, it's just a genuine turn on while being so adorable

Sit. Said softly while I latch my pup's collar on, grabbing onto their face with loving force when they flinch as their little cunt feels the slickness of the toy under them as they sit atop our bed

Paw. Whispered gently as I kiss their palms softly before pressing them together, and getting them bound. Smiling as I see the lil pup flinch and instinctively squirm as I push them lower down on the thick toy

Stay. Said with a kiss on their cute lil nose that I love as I sit myself infront of them on a chair, stroking my cock as I see them squirm. Their own little flinches and movements lowering them, having the toy press deeper up their cunt. Unable to crawl towards me, seeing as they whine, needing more

Speak. Commanded as I stroke my throbbing cock faster, cumming all over my hand as I hear their mix of barks and desperate pleads for more. "Come on pup, good doggies beg for a knot inside"

Good puppy~ Cooed gently and teasingly as I crawl onto bed with them, pushing them down and shoving my cock into their ass, while my hand starts working the knotted toy into their cunt. Fucking them until we hear that sickenly pleasuring pop of it finally fitting inside as I fuck their tight ass while they squirm and cry it's too much

[dreamerdrop]

something about how garak and julian both lead with their worst foot forward as the first impression.

which is why The Wire works so well for them, because it’s both of them on full display in a way that forces them both to accept they either like each other at their most infuriating or they don’t. and turns out, they do like each other, even when they’re both being incredibly aggravating to each other.

julian contends with the reality that garak has likely killed and tortured countless innocent people, will likely never be truly honest with julian about anything ever, and that he can be incredibly venomous and cruel at his worst, and julian decides he still cares about garak and will still be his friend in the aftermath.

garak gets to see how impossibly stubborn and reckless julian can be, how frustratingly dedicated to his ideals of looking after other people he is, how utterly annoying julian can be when he’s got his mind set on something… and garak absolutely walks away deciding these are also julian’s best traits, even if garak thinks they might need tempering for julian’s own good.

they don’t actively consider each other proper friends until they have been forced to look at the parts of each other they might find most off-putting, and they both see that and go “… yeah, i still like him, even more now actually.”

idk there’s something about how they find themselves endeared to each other for the exact same traits that would normally drive others away. they fall in love with the whole picture right from the start. of course, julian can joke about garak having murdered people. he knew that from the word go and decided he liked garak anyway. of course, garak falls deeper in love with julian when he demonstrates his near-suicidal levels of dedication to protecting others, that determination was what sparked garak falling in love to start with.

and they can still dislike parts of that whole, garak definitely wishes julian would be more selfish (for the sake of self-preservation, mostly), and julian doesn’t exactly *approve* of garak doing morally reprehensible things, but… they knew exactly who they were falling in love with and went all in anyway.

something about falling in love with someone from their worst parts so that every time you have to reassess your view of them, it only makes them more lovable.

[sunsetdesire]

fisting tboys is as close as i can get to divinity, actually

[nikkento-writes]

"Look!" 

Nanami glances up from his newspaper, brow raised as he watches you stick your ass out, showing off your new pair of underwear. He squints, reading the words printed in glittery font. "Sweet, sweet, sweet...?" 

You beam at him, nodding. “Aren't these cute? They had a sale online so I got a bunch with different patterns and sayings.”

Surely you know that parading around in your panties, regardless of how innocuous or risqué they are, stirs something in your husband. He folds the newspaper, setting it down on the nightstand. “Come here,” he beckons you, patting your side of the bed. 

You reach for your pajama bottoms in the drawer, but then he says, “No pants. I want to take a closer look at them.”

There’s a flutter in your belly at the way his voice sounds, stern and domineering. You don’t question him, making your way to the bed and kneeling next to him, waiting for his next command. 

“Turn around,” he tells you, and you obey, facing away from him. His hand hovers your ass, finger barely tracing the letters etched on the fabric, making your skin buzz. “Sweet, sweet, sweet,” he repeats, breath hot on your ear, a slight tremble in his voice. “How about the other side?” He pulls you towards him, his legs spread out so you can sit with your back pressed to his chest, his erection throbbing against your tailbone. He rests his head on your shoulder, looking down between your legs, thoroughly inspecting the bow stitched on the front. “Is that it?” He slides his hand around your waist, thumb grazing the waistband.

“Yeah,” you answer him, swallowing the saliva collecting on your tongue. You’re certain there’s a wet spot forming at the crotch of your panties now, your arousal growing each passing second. 

He tuts disapprovingly, nipping at your ear lobe. “We can’t have that, can we?”

You moan loudly as soon as he presses his fingers to your aching clit, massaging deep circles through the thin layer of cotton. A growl escapes him. “These will be much prettier with your cum, don’t you agree?”   

“Kento,” you whimper, turning to kiss him sloppily on the lips. 

With his free hand, he grabs hold of your chin, keeping you in place as he ravishes your mouth with an eager tongue. His fingers continue to work magic on your swelling bud, the fabric darkening with your arousal leaking through. He smirks, whispering, “Good girl. My sweet, sweet girl.”

It’s not enough for him. He won’t stop until your panties have been properly ruined. He reaches for the top drawer of the nightstand to retrieve your vibrator, pushing it thrice to the highest setting, his entire grasp buzzing from the vibrations. "Right here, huh?" he purrs, pushing the fluttering tip to your clothed clit. Pleasure courses through your body, limbs shaky and twitchy from the sensation, toes curled against the sheets. “That’s the spot.”

Your mouth hangs wide open, eyes glazed over, face tacky from sweat. He chuckles as you clench up, climaxing into your underwear, the material sticky on your wet cunt.  “Look how pretty it is now with all your cum.” He gently pats your pussy, smearing your arousal deeper into the fabric. “Such a good girl, making a fucking mess for me.” He hooks his finger on the waistband, tugging it down to see it for himself, the cloth glistening with your orgasm. “Fuck,” he curses, his breathing labored, unable to contain himself any longer. “Take them off, sweetheart. Let me taste you.”

Soon, you’re straddling his face, fucking his mouth, his tongue and lips relentless on your clit. All the while, he has your wrecked panties wrapped tightly around his cock as he strokes himself fast, ruining them even more with his own cum. 

[sophiethewitch1]

Sparring sessions with Damian would be the worst. He's constantly mocking you, trying to make you lose your edge. And he's quick too, dancing around any punches or kicks you throw. Even when it's obvious you won't win the spar, he still doesn't take you down. He'll let you keep going. Keep struggling till you're a sweaty and exhausted mess.

That's when he'll pounce. Pins you down to the sparring mats, his body straddling yours. You try to buck him off. He just thrusts his hips back down into yours. The bulge in his sweats pressing against you has the fight in you disappearing like smoke. You look up at him, confused, and he merely smirks back down at you.

"Not going to tap out?"

You do, hand tapping the training mat, even as you stare into his emerald green eyes. You don't think you could look away even if you tried.

"Hm, but I think I've earned my reward, don't you?"

It doesn't really matter what your answer is, does it? He likes it when you struggle, after all.

[confuseuniverse]

they have been saying agatha is sweet on lilia

[halpyhal]

Emile -> Ceres -> Safiyah

My MC’s for (in order) Touchstarved, Obscura, and The Arcana 😊😊

[fast-burn]

gaping, helmet/mask, caught for maxiel

doing a little double-entendre for caught

kink list here

XXX

By the time Daniel herds Max into the nearest room with a door that closes--a storage closet by the looks of it, piled with boxes, one of them spilling Red Bull polos in their crinkly packages--he's so desperately horny that he's actually light-headed. He usually doesn't get the spins like this unless he's been drinking lots, or maybe out on the first free practice after a long vacation. But Max, he--

"Show me," Daniel demands. Begs, breathless.

"Hold on a second," Max says, voice muffled behind his helmet. He sounds like he does on the radio, and Daniel makes a mental note to dig up those recordings later. How well could Max have hidden it, giving feedback to GP or cussing when things didn't go his way?

Max struggles to get the helmet off. The HANS is still clipped to it, and it's snagged on something.

"No time," Daniel snaps, going for the zip on Max's suit and yanking it down. He dropped his own helmet and gloves on his car, and it's too bad that Max didn't do the same, but Daniel needs to see.

Daniel shoves down the sleeves of Max's suit, and the HANS comes undone with a gentle give, just caught on some thread. He spins Max around and pushes him up against the wall. Then, finally, he wrangles Max's suit over the plump curve of his ass, taking his snug briefs along with it.

And there it is: the plug Max said he'd put inside himself, just before they went out for Q1. The wide, translucent silicone base is snug between his cheeks. And also like Max had said, it's hollow. He's gaped wide open and Daniel can see right through to the dark, warm core of him.

Max is panting inside his helmet. "Well?" He asks. "What do you think?"

He'd been in the car with the plug inside him. It was probably vibrating with every turn.

"You slut," Daniel gasps, reverent. He puts two fingers inside the plug, inside Max's ass, and Max probably can only feel the echoes of sensation. He's completely vulnerable to whatever pleasure Daniel wants to take from him. "You're so hot, Max, god."

"If you come in me, it will probably leak while I'm driving again," Max offers, and Daniel stops breathing for a moment.

They really don't have the time. The whole rest of the garage is on the other side of the door. Any of them could walk in at any moment--it's not like it locks from the inside. They really really don't have the time, but Daniel hauls Max's body back against his, and grasps Max's full, sweaty tits through his fireproofs.

"You wouldn't be able to hold it in. My come," Daniel says. He mouths across the back of Max's helmet, tasting gas fumes and salt, the surface lightly gritty from the sand blowing across the track. He ruts his clothed cock against the ridge of the plug like an animal.

"It would get all over the place," Max agrees.

Daniel whines and licks the helmet, laves his tongue over Max's logo on the back, leaving a shiny trail through the dusting of grime. "Wanna fuck you so bad. Want you covered in it."

An announcement pings through the garage. "Hurry up," says Max.

"I know, I know," Daniel says, and at the same moment, the doorknob rattles. Daniel throws himself back against the door, pinning it closed. Max scrambles back into his race suit as they both hear someone say what the fuck on the other side. They look at each other, eyes wide. Not that Daniel is looking, but they probably both have enormous boners right now. Probably visible from space.

"You wait," Max instructs after they hear the receding footsteps. "I'll go out first."

"What? No," Daniel says, because he's not going to slink out behind Max. "I'm first."

Max huffs a breath into his helmet. "No, I'm first--"

"Max, c'mon, I should be first--"

"No, you're going after me. I'm first--"

"If anyone is coming second, it's you--"

[nametakensff]

Really into the fantasy of being out with a partner or fwb who knows about my fetish and them needing to sneeze repeatedly, but every time they do they turn to sneeze onto my chest, my shoulder, down at my lap...and then nobody acknowledges it at all, not the other people we may be with, or strangers, no matter how frequently it happens. Even if I start visibly squirming when a particularly harsh set of sneezes is aimed my way, the conversation continues and nobody acknowledges the state I'm in. There's just something really appealing about being used as someone's tissue and it not even being questioned. Of course you can use me to catch your sneezes. Wouldn't want anyone else getting sprayed when I'm right here. It's my job, after all.

[xochimillilili]

Kintober day 8: Intox

Recently just been reallyyyy into the idea of getting my cute little pet all fuzzy headed and high. Sitting them on my lap while we watch a movie, maybe at one point giving them a little snack, a little doggie treat, for always being such a good sweet pup. Giving it to them directly in their mouth, and keeping my fingers in their mouth after they swallow it, have them keep resting on me until their whole entire body feels all fuzzy, all soft and needy as they realize they're sucking and drooling on my fingers.

I want to slowly grope them all over, squeeze and grip on their soft tits, rub their tummy and gently scratch my nails along their hips down to their plush soft thighs. Each movement breaking them down even more until they're moaning and babbling with the lightest of touch, completely empty headed for me and slowly grinding on my cock

Barely able to even form out words to tell me what they want, just whining so sweetly like a cute puppy should. Want to pull on their collar, get them even blushier as I see how they cutely paw at my chest and the top of my shorts

Gently whispering,"what's that pup? Seems you're all worked up now hmm? Seems you want a different kind of treat now... maybe you wanna bounce on your favorite toy~? Come on honey, show me exactly what you want~" as I pull my throbbing cock out and see how they cutely drool with need~ ♡

[catgirljaneway]

Voy + Textposts 17, Special ParisKim Showcase

(Voy + Textposts 16) + (Voy + Textposts 18)

[fraternum-momentum]

ohh hierophilia,, that's what it's called,,,

[charleslelurk]

overstimulation / begging / forced orgasm, whichever takes your fancy, for carlando?

So... I did all three. Enjoy your 3.5k feast ☺️

Carlando + begging + overstimulation + forced orgasm

Plus some bonus hair pulling and felching and sort of prostate milking and aftercare

(this absolutely has unrealistic refractory periods but we are just going with it ok)

Carlos flips on the vibrator in his hands and Lando moans at the sound, the toy not even touching him yet. Carlos smiles. 

"Carlos, please," Lando whines. 

Carlos pets down Lando's legs bracketing him and feels how they're still shaking from his last orgasm. "So needy," Carlos tells him. Lando has already come twice, but that's nothing when he hasn't come all week until tonight, has been so desperate for the last two days he could barely stand to be in the same room as Carlos because he would stare at Carlos's hands a little too long and get hard. 

Carlos turns the vibration off and reaches for the lube, slicking up the toy, listening to Lando's breath quicken. When Carlos moves to bring the vibrator towards Lando, his legs automatically open, knees spreading even as they are already wide enough for Carlos to be settled between them. Carlos looks at Lando's hole, already fucked, Carlos's come starting to leak back out of him. With the tip of the vibrator, Carlos catches his dripping come from below Lando's hole and slides it back up to his rim. 

"Carlos," Lando says brokenly. 

Carlos smiles to himself. He loves having Lando like this, worked up and desperate and greedy. They can't do this often, but when they have the time, Carlos really does make the most of it. And Lando enjoys it to no end, as much as he begs and moans and whimpers and cries about it. Carlos can't wait. 

"What Cariño?" Carlos asks lackadaisically. He's leaning further and further over Lando, slowly moving himself into position without trying to give away his plans. 

"Please." Lando seems only capable of two words, just Carlos's name and begging. And they've barely begun. 

"Since you asked so nicely," Carlos replies, and he fucks his come back into Lando with the vibrator, still turned off. 

Lando is so open it's easy, barely even fills him up as Carlos works the toy in and out. He watches Lando's face as he does, and Lando looks almost serene, comfortable and sated by having something in him again. But it doesn't take long for him to get antsy, to want more stimulation. As soon as his mouth pops open to ask for it, Carlos dips his head and noses down behind Lando's balls to lick him from the base of his cock to the tip like an ice lolly. Lando moans, body twitching. When Carlos reaches the tip, he hoods the head of Lando's cock and sucks hard. It pulls a panting little noise from Lando, that doesn't even necessarily sound like a good noise but then Lando's chanting out a tiny little chorus of please please please so Carlos hollows his cheeks and takes Lando into his mouth, letting Lando sit heavy on his tongue, tasting of come and lube, before pulling off and sinking down again. He's still fucking the off vibrator in and out of Lando, rhythm imperfect as his two motions are like trying to rub his tummy and pat his head. Lando is enjoying it though, fingers dug into the sheets beneath him. 

And that's when Carlos thrusts the vibrator deeper into Lando and turns it on. 

Lando keens, throws his head to the side and squeezes his eyes shut even tighter. Carlos is left with a view of the pretty length of his neck, tan and dotted with moles. Beauty marks. 

Carlos pulls off of Lando's cock and focuses on pressing the vibrator precisely inside Lando, nestling the tip against Lando's prostate and leaving it there until Lando's legs start to visibly shake before backing off and doing it all over again. When Carlos finally glances at Lando's cock again, it's leaking from the tip. He presses the vibrator down on Lando's prostate again and watches more precome splurt out. 

Carlos looks down at the controls beneath his fingers and turns the vibrations up a level. 

Lando yells, eyes flying open to find Carlos's, like he didn't know their vibrator had another setting when he absolutely did. His hands lift like he wants to grab Carlos, but he's too far away. They fall to Lando’s chest instead where he clenches his fingers into his palms. He's panting out breaths. 

"Need me?" Carlos asks, lowering again, like he did to take Lando's cock in his mouth. Lando brings his hands to grip onto Carlos's hair as soon as Carlos is within reach, knitting into the strands and grounding himself. Carlos takes the opportunity of being in this position again to mouth at Lando's cock, causing Lando to breathe even harder, chest beating up and down as his lungs push. 

"Okay Cariño?" Carlos asks. 

Lando nods quickly, almost aggressively, the obvious sentiment don't stop. So Carlos does. He switches off the vibrator and leaves it still in Lando for a moment, long enough that Lando grips his hair more tightly and whines. 

"Carlos, please please, I need to come, I was so close."

Carlos kisses the inside of Lando's thigh beside his face. "I know."

When he flips the vibrator back on, he fucks it into Lando, sure to be pressed against his prostate and–at the same time–swallows Lando down, all the way to the back of his throat. Lando shouts, hands yanking on Carlos's hair hard enough for Carlos to feel his own cock twitch, and then Lando is coming in his mouth in hot spurts that Carlos quickly swallows. He breathes through his nose and stays on Lando's cock as long as it's still twitching, even after there is no more come, Lando nearly dry from his first two loads. 

When Carlos pulls off of Lando's cock, Lando hurriedly yanks Carlos by the hair to look at him. 

"Don't–keep it in, it on, keep it on–" his green eyes are intense, slightly wet but focused as he tries to communicate with Carlos. 

Carlos takes a moment to realize Lando means the vibrator that is still in his ass, and Carlos experimentally rocks it into Lando and watches his entire body twitch. Carlos stays exactly where he is between Lando's legs, face barely above his cock as Lando's grip on his hair doesn't let him move any further away. He just holds the end of the vibrator, waiting to see how Lando will react. Does he… will he actually–

The answer is yes. With a hoarse shout, Lando comes again, cock twitching as it isn't even fully hard. Almost no spunk comes out the tip, just a dribble, as Lando spills for the fourth time. Lando’s face is pink, eyes screwed shut, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Carlos finally switches off the vibrator. 

It's obliterating hot, that Lando asked Carlos for this, that he knew or wanted to come again so quickly, that he did. Carlos can't control himself as he leans forwards one last time and licks at the meager amount of come on Lando's cock, cleaning it up even as Lando hisses. 

"Mmmph," Lando pushes past his lips, weakly unknitting his fingers from Carlos's hair and pushing Carlos's head away. Carlos takes one more lick that makes Lando jerk and then sits up. The switched off vibrator is still in Lando and he almost wants to leave it, wants to see how long it will take Lando to notice. But he has other goals today, other items on the agenda. 

Carlos gives Lando a moment longer, takes a long look at his soft face, how his eyelashes are dusting his cheekbones as he lies with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling, glinting with sweat. The remnants of his first orgasm are all over his stomach. This night will be a doozy to clean up, Carlos will have to run Lando a bath by the end, when he won't be able to stand in the shower. Carlos is looking forward to it. 

When he decides time is up, Carlos shimmies backwards and off the bed, pulling Lando with him until Lando's hips are at the edge. He then lifts Lando's right leg and presses it back towards Lando’s chest. His eyes finally open as Carlos lifts his appendage.

"Hold, por favor,” Carlos says and Lando obediently hooks his hand behind his knee. Carlos moves the other leg and Lando grabs it without being told. 

Finally, Carlos removes the vibrator from Lando's ass. 

"Gahugh," Lando chokes out, and Carlos is suspicious Lando didn't even realize something was still in him, too blissed out and high on endorphins and his hole too fucked out to feel any sort of stretch. Carlos’s dick gives a jerky twitch. 

Carlos sets the vibrator to the side and shifts his legs under him to get comfortable. From between his knees, Lando is watching Carlos with something like fascination and apprehension. When Carlos leans forwards, he can hear the sharp intake of breath from Lando. It makes him hesitate just centimeters from Lando's hole, wants to see if he can make Lando ask for it. His come is dripping out of Lando again, a bead rolling down towards the bed. Carlos waits. 

"Please, pleasepleaseplease–" Lando starts, and Carlos dives in. He catches the dribble of his come on his tongue and then drags it from there all the way up and over Lando's hole, pulling a harsh cry from Lando above him. The taste is come and lube and the headiness of Lando and it shouldn't be good but it is. The taste has Carlos palming at his own dick, hard between his legs. 

Carlos laps over Lando's hole continuously, pushing the flat of his tongue with force against his rim and dragging it slowly over. Once Lando's hole is wet and clenching around nothing, Carlos laps at it, prodding his tongue past the ring of muscles and feeling Lando flex. Carlos gives a particularly harsh lap with his tongue and Lando loses his grip on his right leg, almost bumping Carlos's head as it flops and lies over his shoulder instead. Carlos grabs him by the ankle and pushes his leg back up, giving himself room to breathe. 

"'M sorry," Lando's small, choked voice says from above. Carlos just pushes his tongue past the tight ring of muscles, drawing a delicious noise from Lando. He fucks his tongue in and out, listening to Lando's responses above him, the gasps and moans and the way Carlos can feel that his core is shaking. 

When he removes his tongue, he easily slips two fingers into Lando and crooks them against his prostate. Lando's body reacts like he's being electrocuted, back pulling off of the bed, other leg falling. He rests his foot on Carlos's shoulder, toes curling tightly at the pleasure. 

He lets out a sound like a pained gasp, more breath than noise. He uses the foot on Carlos's shoulder to push Carlos away, but Carlos just captures his ankle with the other hand and holds on. 

"Color?" he asks, in case Lando really does need him to stop. He doesn't know that he has ever been horse kicked like that before. 

Lando takes a second too long to respond. It makes Carlos nervous, but then Lando chokes out "Green," and Carlos presses his fingers into Lando's prostate again, hitting it repeatedly and rhythmically. Lando is moaning and twisting, switching between pulling away and pushing back. It's the point of too much, where he can't decide if coming again will make it better, or stopping altogether. 

He said green though, so he will be coming again. 

Carlos is so hard it's nearly painful. He has to focus on Lando's noises to distract himself from how badly he needs to touch his dick. He knows he's leaking onto the carpet. He doesn't look down though, just focuses on Lando and his pleasure. 

He gets him as close as he can with his fingers, but Lando is so fucked out and wrung out he can't get him all the way to orgasm with just that. Carlos fumbles for the vibrator on the bed beside Lando's hip. He quickly switches it on and presses the tip up behind Lando's balls. 

He comes with a shout, curling in on himself immediately and trying to pull away from Carlos. He lets him go, pulling his fingers out and dropping the vibrator onto the sheets. Lando drags his legs off of Carlos's shoulders, knees to his chest as he quivers. Carlos gets back on the bed, crawling closer to Lando to run a hand over his side, and brush his hair off of his forehead with the other. Lando's chest is heaving as he shakes with aftershocks, eyes closed. Carlos waits, hands running softly over Lando. 

When he opens his eyes, it looks like he is prying them open. They're a little wet again, dampness clinging to his lashes. 

"Fuckin hell," he practically whispers. 

Carlos slowly moves Lando's legs with a hand on each of his knees and arranges Lando on his back on the mattress again. Lando is pliable, limbs flopping. Carlos makes sure to stroke his skin as he moves him, give him little bits of grounding and softness. He would be worried if Lando's gaze wasn't focused, but Lando is clearly watching all of his movements, waiting. 

"One more?" Carlos asks once he has Lando positioned. 

Lando moans. "Maybe."

"Two then," Carlos says, and Lando rolls his head back and forth on the sheets. 

"No, no."

Carlos nods Yes back. "I think you have two in you."

Lando is still shaking his head even as Carlos slicks up his cock again and takes it in his hand to line up the head with Lando’s hole. 

Lando’s body goes rigid as Carlos pushes in, immediately overstimulated. Carlos has to pause multiple times and bend over Lando to kiss his skin until Lando relaxes and he can move another centimeter. It takes minutes to bottom out, for his hips to be flush to Lando’s. Despite the process, Lando’s cock is hard between them, brushing his stomach again. 

Carlos keeps his hips against Lando’s for a few moments, feeling how Lando’s rim is fluttering around him, the sensations too much. Carlos settles down into his forearms over Lando, bracing. Lando is watching him, eyes half lidded and brow furrowed. 

“Cariño,” Carlos murmurs, then pulls his hips back and fucks into Lando long and deep. 

Lando shivers from head to toe at the first thrust, knees tight to Carlos's side as he instinctively tries to close his legs. His shoulders draw up as Carlos sets a pace. He uses his position over Lando to pepper kisses over his chest, murmurs into his skin how good he's doing, how perfect he is. When Carlos brushes his lips over one of Lando's nipples, a ghost of a suggestion, Lando's breath hitches sharply. 

Carlos is close, has been for ages, and won't last long being inside Lando again. He feels his orgasm coming fast, and sits up to chase his release, gripping each of Lando's legs in his hands to wrap them around his waist and use them as leverage. Lando is pulling away, but can't with Carlos holding his legs, anchoring him to Carlos's body. 

"Carlos, it's–it's–" And Lando takes a heaving breath that turns into sob, slapping his hands over his face, and Carlos comes, hips flush to Lando's, cock pressed deeply into him. 

Even as he pants and his cock twitches in Lando, Carlos forces himself to stay with it. He told Lando two more and Lando's cock is still hard between them. He drops Lando's legs and braces his hands on the mattress either side of Lando's waist to catch his breath. Lando is taking little, hitched breaths, chest jumping. Carlos stares at it as he reigns himself in, unscrambles his post orgasm brain. 

"Color?"

Lando peels his hands away from his face to reveal it wet with tears, eyes swimming. 

"Fuck, green." He messily wipes at the tears on his face and spreads the dampness over the apples of his cheeks. He's so goddamn beautiful Carlos's heart could burst. 

Carlos reaches forwards and tweaks one of Lando's nipples, causing him to yelp. "You're perfect."

Carlos pulls out and Lando whimpers, body shaking again. "Fuckfuckfuck."

He pets down Lando's legs and then puts his hands on Lando's hips. "Turn over."

Lando can barely do it, shaking and weak as he is, overstimulated beyond hell, but also hard as a rock. Carlos guides him into position, Lando's legs under him, bum in the air, head pressed into the pillows. 

"Fuck, Carlos."

"You keep saying that." The humor is lost on Lando at this point. 

Carlos arranges himself and his soft dick gives a valiant twitch at the sight of Lando's puffy, fucked out hole. His come is glistening at the entrance, ready to drip. Carlos leans forwards, holding onto Lando's waist, and seals his lips over Lando's hole and sucks. 

Lando screams hoarsely, jumping away from Carlos. It's only his grip on Lando's waist, pulling him back against Carlos's face, that keeps them in contact. Lando is instantly quivering, and Carlos can feel his muscle shifting under his hands as Lando twists and turns. Carlos just sucks harder, pulling his come back out of Lando. Something contacts his chest, Lando's foot under them, jerking. 

He hears another shout when he laps around the edges, cleaning up the mess. Lando jolts with each stroke of his tongue, body shaking and wet noises reaching Carlos's ears. He seals his lips and sucks again, harder than before, Lando anchored back against his face by his hold, nose digging in and bent against Lando's skin. 

Lando comes with a sob, rim fluttering under Carlos's lips, body quivering, muscles going tight and then slack all at once. Even as Lando starts to melt and tip over onto the sheets, Carlos keeps his hold on Lando's waist and holds him up as long as he can, still sucking at Lando's rim. He is sobbing above Carlos, some semblance of words trying to make it through the noises. 

"Carlos–los–No, I–ahhhh."

Carlos can't bear Lando's dead weight with his hands anymore, wrist and forearm cramping, and finally lets Lando tip over into the sheets. He lays there, shaking and hiccuping little sobs, gleaming with sweat and come. 

Carlos isn't done.

The vibrator is an arm's length away. Carlos quickly grabs it and flips it on to bring it to Lando's cock, not yet softened. He lines it up with Lando's own, holding his cock along the length of the vibrating silicone with both hands. 

Lando's eyes fly open, hands immediately scrambling at Carlos's arms, trying to push him and the vibrator away. 

"No, no, no, no, no." But Carlos doesn't hear Lando's safe word, and he jerks Lando's cock off with his hands wrapped around both his cock and the vibrator, the slide only from Lando's own come. 

"I can't, no–I can't."

Carlos is nodding. "Yes you can, Cariño. I know you can, one more time. For me, baby."

There are tears running steadily from Lando's eyes as he shakes. His hands are still on Carlos's arms, weakly gripping but not scrambling like they were. 

"You have been so good," Carlos tells him as he watches Lando's cock twitch. He probably can't get hard again, but he could still come. "So good."

"I can't, I can't," Lando says, throat thick. "It won't–I'm too–"

Carlos lets go with one hand and reaches down to Lando's ass, worming a finger blindly between his cheeks. 

"No, no, Carlos, I–"

Lando cuts off as Carlos gets his index finger into Lando's open, spit wet hole. He sucks in a sharp breath, fingers on Carlos's arm digging in sharply. 

"Here, Cariño." And Carlos slides his finger inside and presses on Lando's prostate, finding it in one try from muscle memory. 

The shout Lando lets out should worry the neighbors. His cock jerks without anything coming out, coming dry. Milked. 

Carlos immediately flips off the vibrator and tosses it away. Lando is sobbing again, deep wracking breaths that shake his chest. "Carlos, Carlos," he is saying between them. He has his face covered with his hands again, eyes hidden behind his large palms. Carlos crawls over Lando and settles his body onto him slowly, like a weighted blanket. 

"I am here. Landito, it's okay."

When Lando registers his blanket, one of his hands finds Carlos's shoulder, gripping tightly. He's still softly saying Carlos's name over and over. Carlos runs his hands up and down Lando's sides beneath his own chest, feels how he is still shaking. "I'm here, I have you."

It takes a long time for Lando to stop shaking, but eventually he's lying peacefully with Carlos still half on top of him. Regretfully, Carlos rolls off to go fetch them water and fill the bathtub. When he gently shakes Lando awake from the cat nap he started while Carlos was away, he makes Lando drink a half liter and then helps him off the bed on wobbling legs to walk to the en suite. There, Carlos steps into the tub first and helps Lando step over the tiled edge of the large jet tub to stumble into Carlos's side. He settles them down into the water, Lando between his legs, back to his chest.

"I hate you," Lando murmurs out of nowhere, cheek pressed into Carlos's shoulder with how his head is turned. 

"No you don't. You love it."

Lando hums. "I do."

Lando proceeds to take another cat nap in the warmth and steam, Carlos only waking him again once the water has gone cold.

[braceletofteeth]

If this is the Hands Tied Up scene Mr. Archen alluded to in his fadelstyle moodboard istg-

[en-bitch]

Misbehaving as someone's personal computer so they take you to a 'repair specialist'

"Hmm you've got a problem with your computer?"

"Yes, it takes way too long to respond to any input command"

"Hmm well let's take the shell off and hook it up to the diagnostics"

Your owner strips you naked and 'hooks you up' tying your hands together above your head, locking your legs in a spreader bar and putting an anal hook inside you

"So what have you tried so far?"

"Well I've tried blowing on it, turning it off and on again but it hasn't made much of an impact"

"Ok let's turn it on and see what we're working with"

Your head is lifted up and the blindfold is removed. The specialist asks you calculation questions a computer should be able to get instantly and shakes disapprovingly when you are unable to answer within the time limit. They 'calibrate' you, pinching your nipples and turning them as they continue to ask questions

"Sometimes it's just that something has clogged the internal fans and it needs to be removed, you can fix that with some percussive maintenance around the rear of the computer if you wouldn't mind."

Your owner gets behind and starts spanking you, making it so difficult to answer that you can't even say words properly.

"Well that's no good, the audio port is on the fritz" The specialist says, thrusting their fingers down your throat. "Ah ha! The audio driver is out of date. I'll need to install the newest version, but we'll have to keep your PC fully charged for the duration. Firstly we'll need to turn it off," they explain, putting the blindfold back on. "And second, the diagnostics machine won't apply enough power, so you'll need to keep filling it with power the entire time."

Like that you are taken off the hook and put on the 'operating' bed. The specialist takes your mouth whilst your owner pounds your ass, spitroasting you relentlessly. The specialist gives updates on what percent of the updates are downloaded and it spends an awfully long time at 69% downloaded. When they've both had enough fun you are finally released and booted up, only asking 'what is 2+2?' and 'who is your owner?' Satisfied, your owner turns you off and begins to take you out of the store

"Now you'll want to keep those drivers up to date, maybe next time I'll give you the update so you can try installing the driver whilst I supply the power eh?"

"That would be wonderful, I'm always terrible at installing updates so please let me know when there is a new driver available <3"

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[valeriaanne]

What's with these men and long flowing dark outfits? 🧐😍🥰🤭🧥