#Kinktober day 14

[lostalioth]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

→ premise: all logan wanted after a hard and long day was his girl and if he has to chase her around the house a little. even better.

→ pairing: logan howlett x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, unprotected sex, primal kink [sort of?], logan chase’s reader, free use, nicknames [my girl, baby, sweet girl], daddy kink, logan calls himself daddy [and old man once], bathroom sex

→ a/n: kinktober 14

Logan was a simple man all he needed was his girl after a long hard day. It was an ache deep in his adamantium bones that he couldn't explain. An ache that seeing your pretty face beaming at him the second he pushes open the front door melted from his abused body.

You however decided that today for a little extra fun, you wanted to be a brat and run from Logan instead of greeting him at the door like his good girl. “C’mon you're really gonna make ya’ old man chase you sweet girl?” He groans, barely using any strength or energy as he slowly follows you as you bounce around the house. He was exhausted and yet he couldn't deny that thrill that shot down to his cock as his jeans thighted when he thought of catching you, he knew he could. Admittedly yes he had a large advantage over you, he was a mutant and you weren't. The idea that you couldn't get away even if you tried sent an ache to your core that made you push his buttons further.

“Afraid you won’t catch up to me daddy?” You giggle and tilt your head in his direction as you made the mistake of standing still.

A boardline primal growl leans his lips causing your eyes to widen, your heart thumping harder and faster in your chest. “Ya’ asked for it baby” he chuckles darkly sending shivers down your spine as he rushes forward in a sudden burst of effort. A squeal leaves your lips in surprise as your instincts kick in as fast as humanly is possible and you spin on your heel running away from your beast of a boyfriend.

“Lo!!” You squeak out, a heat spreading through your body in a mixture of fear and arousal as you try your hardest not to get caught just yet. After a few minutes of manganing to practically run from Logan in circles around the house, on impulse you make a wrong turn and run into your shared bedroom and the attached ensuite bathroom. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” you curse out as you come to a halt suddenly at a dead end.

”Aww you got ya’ self trapped now sweet girl” Logan’s deep voice filled the echoing bathroom, making it feel like he was surrounding you as he creeped up behind you. Right as you spin your body around to face him, he’s on you in a flash pressing you back against the cold counter. “Did you really think you could outrun me baby? Or did the idea of daddy catching you excite ya’? Huh?” He taunts, his large calloused hands encircling your hips as he pushes his body against you further pinning you in place against the bathroom counter. You let out a short pathetic whine when his thumb runs along the band of your skirt toying with it. “Well? Daddy’s waiting on an answer” he presses with his thumbs against your hip bones before one hand travels up and makes its way under your shirt, working at undoing your bra.

“I wanted daddy to catch me” you gasp out when he pops open your bra under your shirt, pushing the straps off your shoulder and letting it fall to the tile floor. Warm rough hand palming over your now exposed breasts.

”Such a bad girl, making me chase ya’ just for some excitement” he tsks as his hand leaves your chest and he turns his attention towards unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his thighs alongside his boxers to free his aching cock. His cock slaps against his stomach, the tip red and leaking down his thick shaft. “Specially’ when ya’ know all daddy wants to come home to is his girl all ready for him to use” he lightly shakes his head, both of his hands now pulling down your skirt revealing the fact you weren't wearing any panties. A rush of cold air hits your exposed bare cunt making you squirm in his hold, your eyes glazing over as you look at the proud look that now over takes Logan's face.

“Oh fuck.. you were ready huh baby? My girls s’sweet to me, not wearing any panties while she’s waiting f’me to get home fuck” he growls out, his tactic of going slow flying out the window now. He quickly pushes your skirt all the way down your legs letting you step out of the puddle of your combined clothes on the floor. Grabbing a hold of your plush ass he is quick to lift you up, sitting you down on the cold marble countertop and wrapping your legs around his wide hips. “Daddy!” You let out a short gasp as he smacks his throbbing tip against your clit before lining it up at your entrance and pushing all the way inside with one sharp and hard thrust.

“S’good for me sweet girl, love my little free use girl” he mumbled out in a slurred together mess, the stress of his long day leaving his body as his hips pull back and snap forward to meet yours, pounding his cock deep inside you. His cock already hitting the spot that makes you see stars repeatedly with every hard thrust into you. “Fuck! Lo~” you cry out, your eyes screwing shut as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his neck.

“Thought bout’ this sweet pussy all day baby, just wanted to come home to my sweet baby s’bad” he growls out, his balls tightening the more your cunt clenches down on his cock. Gripping onto the back of your neck he pulls your face away from his shoulder to crash his lips against yours to muffle the groans that slip past his lips in pleasure. Logan never used to be this vocal in bed, not a real big fan of talking during sex but he can't help the sounds and dirty words that fall from his mouth when he is buried to the hilt inside your cunt.

“Daddy m’gonna cum, pleasee let me cum” you plead into his lips in a broken moan as the band in your stomach tightens more and more with each slap of his balls against your ass. “Cum f’me sweet girl” he coos pulling away to rub his thumb over your check watching as his favorite sweet blissed out look spreads across your face when the band snaps.

With a wonton cry of Logan's name and mumbles of ‘thank you’ fill the bathroom you gush all over his cock when your orgasm washes over you. Your cum creates a creamy ring at the base of his cock, his hips not flattering in their thrusting making you let out a whimper as the stimulation steadily becomes too much, his tip abusing your g spot countiually even after your climax ends. “Lo…daddy, cant take no more” you whine out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and the pleasure mixes with slight pain from overstimulation.

“M’sorry sweet girl, daddy isn't done with his girl yet, it’s okay baby just let daddy use ya’ a little more okay?” He grunts out, his fingers digging into your hips as his head falls against your chest, pants and groans tumbling from his mouth mixed in with praise and moans of your name. Logan desperately needed this moment to last just a bit longer before that ache settled into his body again.

→ a/n: i didnt proofread this, im in to much of a rush to get this out today as well as start on the two fics i need to post to to get on track with kinktober

[possiblyreallyme]

Kinktober day 14: lingerie with Paulie

warning: idk paulie as a whole??? he's got problems bro, so like lowkey misogynism and stuff, also lowkey paulie slander, degradation, fingering, mentions of blowjobs, mean paulie idk how that happened tho.

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Paulie got on your nerves sometimes.

"Put some damn clothes on, tramp!" He'd yell with reddened cheeks when you came out in a pair of shorts. "Hey! Your tits are practically hangin' out!" He'd scream angerly when you walked by in anything less than a turtleneck. "If you don't cover up your ass now-" You don't even need to look back at him to know he'd fuming at your shorts.

It was tiring, and it made going just about anywhere with him impossible. Thank god for Kaku and Lucci, who usually mocked him for being so perverted, to which Paulie would chew them out because he was "anything but a pervert! not my fault she dresses like a slut!"

"..." This had to have been the quietest he's ever been before, staring wide eyed and slack jawed at the pretty lace peeking out of your lowcut shirt, hammer still mid-swing while he held it out awkwardly in the air.

You'd given up on Paulie's "dress code" long ago, and when Iceburg offhandedly joked about you wearing a lace set to go on strike, you found it a little too tempting to resist.

Though now, his silence was almost... scary. You expected a fit, throwing his fists in the air and screaming like a toddler, but his lack of reaction other than shock almost made you want to pull your skirt down a little further to hide your ass.

"...What do you think you're wearing?" He finally asked, and the urge to roll your eyes suddenly crept up your spine like nothing ever had before, but you resisted the urge and put bounced on your heels instead.

"A shirt," You answered dumbly, putting on an innocent pout as you looked at him through your lashes. "Why? I thought it looked good on me."

"...Oh," The look on his face was almost anger, a fire brewing behind his flickering gaze, snarling around his cigar. "It does look good on you."

Huh?

Your spine almost tingled at the look in his eyes, and his answer sent a flutter to somewhere you tried to ignore, pausing for a moment to take a breath and wonder what was going on. Again, you expected a tantrum, not for him to agree with you.

"Damn it." It seemed as though Paulie was catching on to how odd his responses made you feel, because he pinched the bridge of his nose and set down his hammer, white tank top stretching nicely over his damp muscles when he leaned into his workbench.

"I don't think you get it," He murmured, finally looking up to meet your curious gaze and fuck, you wished he kept his eyes down. The look of lust was something you never expected to see on the man, but it made your walls flutter around nothing anyway. "I've been tryin' to keep it together, warn you not to wear that shit around here, and you just can't help yourself, can you."

Now you're the one going quiet, shifting uncomfortably under his surprisingly heated gaze, suddenly aware of how warm the sun felt on your rather exposed skin and how wet the air around you felt. On one hand, your clothes kept you cool. But on the other hand, they made Paulie hot.

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"Yeah, thought you could just strut around in your little outfit and I wouldn't see?" Paulie growled lowly, fucking his fingers into you faster and curling them just right, like he knew your pussy front to back. "What a little slut."

A quick reminder about how he was the one staring at your tits would have saved you some shame, but all you could muster was the sweet little whine, clinging to him with a hot face and a tearful pout. The most humiliating part had to be how he hadn't even fully stripped you before he set you on his table and shoved his hands into your panties, watching your resolve melt away while he pinched your clit and licked at your nipple through your lacy bra, watching the bug harden against the fabric in real time.

"Where'd you even get this, hm?" He asked, bullying his fingers deeper into you pussy until you had to sit in his palm, bouncing slightly each time he pumped his fist to go deeper. "What, d'you go to the shop and pick this up just for me? You tellin' me you went down the aisles and just had to get the tiny one with the pretty bows on your hips?" You hated that he guessed it right, choosing to whine in his ear instead of responding properly.

"Hm, dumb little girl, can't even speak right when I ask you a question," He grunted mostly to himself, finding a pleasure in the way you squealed when he suddenly slid a third finger into your squelching cunt, smirking smugly at the way your lashes glimmered with unshed tears and you tightened up around his thick digits.

"Tell you what, babydoll, you come on my fingers, and I'll let you suck my cock; how's that sound?" He cooed in a mock sweetness that had you arching into him, pussy quivering around his fingers the way you shamefully imagined you would on his cock, lace-cladded breasts pressing against his own much tougher chest.

He laughed in your face when you could do nothing but tremble, finally tipping over the edge of your release while he thumbed at your clit and pressed a kiss to your neck, glancing down to watch your cum slowly drip out of your ruined panties and onto his table, fabric stretched around his knuckles so tightly it looked a little see-through.

"See that? Now you know why I don't want you wearin' those skimpy little things," Paulie chuckled, pulling his fingers from your cunt with a squelch so loud it made you shiver and shrink in shame, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Nu uh, princess. You still gotta suck this cock, remember? Don't worry, I won't let ya choke," He soothed meanly, smirking as he pulled you right off the table by your hips and set you on the ground.

[aphroditelovesu]

Kinktober Day Fourteen — Romantic Sex/Making Love

❝ — 💗 lady l: day fourteen of kinktober! Hope you like it :)

❝💗pairing: yandere!eros x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, vaginal sex, romantic sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering.

❝💗word count: 1,185.

A romantic and sensual bedroom is a place where all the details combine to create a passionate atmosphere. The walls are painted in soft shades of red and pink, creating a cozy feel. The lighting is soft, with candles scattered around the room, casting a soft, warm light. A translucent fabric canopy covers the bed, adding a touch of mystery.

On the bed, there are soft satin sheets and feather pillows that invite you to touch. Red rose petals are carefully scattered over the duvet, creating a sensual path. Soft, seductive music fills the air, creating an immersive soundscape.

A pleasant aroma of scented candles fills the room, evoking passion and desire. A tray with strawberries, chocolates and chilled champagne is available to stimulate your taste buds. To top it off, heavy velvet curtains can be drawn back to ensure privacy and the feeling that the outside world has disappeared, leaving just you and your love to enjoy this romantic and sensual space.

''You are an incurable romantic.'' You commented as you entered the room and found the god lying on your bed, wearing nothing but a thin white robe.

Eros smiled, ''Can you blame me? I just love my wife too much.''

You shook your head, laughing and approached the bed slowly, ''Wife? As far as I remember we have been lovers.''

Eros sat up and pulled you closer to him, ''Yeah? What if I want you to be my wife?''

Your heart raced and you felt your mouth go dry. You placed your hand on the god's strong shoulder and smiled, ''Then I would happily accept.''

His eyes lit up and Eros pulled you by the waist and with a delicate movement, dropped you onto the bed. He lay down next to you and watched your face tenderly.

''Then you would make me the happiest god ever.''

Eros brought his face closer to yours and your noses touched. You felt your body shiver when he ran his hands over your arms, in a soft caress. He took a deep breath and his hands came up to your face, where he held it and gently pressed his lips against yours.

You responded to the kiss passionately, your hands being placed on the god's face and caressing the soft skin gently and carefully. Eros pulled away and kissed yours cheek, his face flushed a little.

Eros hugged you and kissed your neck, his tongue passing over the soft skin and his teeth dragging across your neck, giving you goosebumps.

''I love you...'' He whispered against your ear and bit your earlobe, ''And I'm going to make love to you all night just to prove it.''

You hugged him in response, your body burning with the need to be loved. Eros pulled away a little and looked at your face and smiled, ''You're so beautiful.'' You felt your face heat up at his words but you smiled.

Eros ran his hands down her body and his hand wandered to your thigh and he caressed your clothed legs. The god sat down and helped you remove your own clothes, your blouse and your pants, leaving you in just your lingerie. You smiled and Eros unclasped your bra and brought his face closer to your breast and licked your nipple, while his hands were dangerously close to your intimacy.

The god slipped his fingers inside your panties and you gasped when they made contact with your pussy. Eros rubbed your clit with his thumb and gently inserted a finger into your pussy. You groaned and threw your head back.

Eros licked your breast masterfully, while his finger penetrated your heat. He added another finger and you arched your hips, wanting more contact. He smiled and stopped licking your breasts and removed his hand from inside your panties. You pouted.

''Not yet, love.''

Eros muttered as he removed the robe he was wearing, finally standing naked in front of you. You smiled when you saw that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His hands slid up your legs and he removed your panties and licked his lips at your nakedness.

''So beautiful.'' He purred and Eros positioned himself between your legs, his face close to your intimacy. You bit your lower lip and moaned when his tongue ran across your pussy, licking its entire area. You squeezed your thighs and Eros grabbed them, his hands leaving some marks. He ran his tongue over your clit and you moaned.

Eros penetrated you with his tongue and he licked you all over like a man dying of thirst, your juices delicious to the god. His nose was making contact with your clit, making you have small spasms of pleasure.

''E-Eros!''

You moaned his name, your climax approaching. Eros licked one last time and you sighed as he pulled away from your pussy.

The god lay down next to you and turned you sideways towards him and hugged you, your back against his chest. His hands went to your breasts and squeezed them gently, you moaned when you felt his hard cock against your pussy. You lifted your leg a little and Eros slowly penetrated you, taking your time and making sure you got used to his size.

You breathed heavily as he buried himself completely in your pussy, your inner walls squeezing him incessantly.

''Fuck...'' He moaned and moved inside you and you moaned, your hands squeezing his that were playing with your breasts. Eros held your hands and squeezed them, moving a little faster inside your cunt.

You turned your head to him and Eros leaned down and kissed your lips, his cock pounding your pussy hard but not enough to hurt you. He kissed your neck and Eros held you tightly, keeping you in place as he made love to you.

Eros held you in his arms, and continued kissing your neck, his cock slamming into your tight pussy quickly and deliciously. You felt your pussy clench hard around him and you moaned loudly, cumming and trying to get as much contact as possible.

The god smiled mischievously when you came and with a few last thrusts, Eros pulled out of you and came on your thigh, very close to your pussy, he took a deep breath and squeezed you even tighter.

He felt especially needy today and wanted the most from you.

''I love you.'' He whispered in your ear and caressed your arm.

You smiled and turned to face him, looking passionately into the god's eyes, ''I love you too.'' You murmured and Eros took your lips in a passionate and possessive kiss and turned you over on the bed, getting on top of you.

He bit his own lip and looked at you, ''Ready for a second round?''

Your only answer was to kiss him. And it was the correct answer.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Fourteen: Soldier Boy + Voyeurism

Ben has had his eyes on a new toy to add to your playtime. He thinks he's found it when the two of you venture down to a club one night.

She’s beautiful, and Ben can see it in the way you watch her dance around the silver pole. You lick your lips as you watch her twirl around. Thick thighs, the pudge over the edge of the thigh high stocking she's wearing. Her face covered in bright almost glow in the dark make-up. Thick red lips that draw everyones attention.

The girl who was dancing around that shiny silver pole now has her face between you opened thighs. Lapping at your cunt with ease as she kicks her feet back and forth laying on her stomach.

You can see Ben from the corner of your eye. His devilish smile as he rubs the palm of his hand over his hard cock in his boxers. How the three of you managed to make it back to your shared apartment doesn't really matter.

All that matters now is the way this girl whos name you have forgetten is licking at your cunt. "Fuck!, Don't stop!" You mutter, you moans breathy as your hands search for her hair to tug onto.

She hums into your cunt, sucking at your clit. You lift your head as you look up towards your boyfriend. Bens cock is now out of its boxers.

The head of his cock is red and angry. A drop of pre-cum beading at the head. His hand bobs with ease as he rubs his angry cock. Legs opened wide as he tries to keep his breathing steady.

Your eyes shift back to the girl between your legs, when her tongue drifts down to your leaking hole. And when she sticks her tongue in you can't help but moan at the sensation. Her nose hitting your sensative clit as she thursts her tongue into your cunt.

Then you hear Ben from the corner of the room. "Fuck yeah, darling. She loves when you fuck her good with your tongue. She's such a sensative little thing." Your moans are falling from your lips and your hands squeeze the hairs of the girl bettwen your legs.

Your orgasm is close you can feel the way your stoamch aches, the way your legs shake with anticpation, and finally the way your toes are curling. "FUCK! I'm gonna…" Your voice goes out with a shirek. Your legs squeeze the womens head between your thighs as continues to assult your cunt.

"Fuck I don't like sharing, but you two are fucking beautiful." You hear Ben as the floor creaks and when you open your eyes you see him standing behind the women. Cock red, hot and angry wanting to fuck something. He grabs the women by the hips flipping her so she's on her back. Head resting between your thighs.

Her legs open wide allowing for the large stance that Ben has to slot in. "Fuck makin' a goddamn mess on my nice fucking sheets darling." Your lift yourself up onto your elbows, seeing the way the girl takes in Ben large cock now standing at attention.

"You're gonna fuck her and now me Ben?" You complain. "Listen babygirl. I'll fuck you in just a moment, don't be a brat." He mutters as he enters the womens cunt. The sounds bounce around the room, skin slapping wet noises that have your biting at your bottom lip.

You don't like not being apart of the fun. So you pull yourself up, reaching for Ben lips as your hover your cunt over the women face. You may be senstive but you want to kiss your boyfriend. One hand on the women hip and the other on your cheek as your kiss takes the life from you, and when you feel the womens hands on both your hips and the cold tongue back lapping at your leaking cunt.

Well everything just feels right. You moan into Bens kiss as his hand comes around your throat. "Fuck you taste so good." The women mutters into your cunt. "Such a brat, can't let me just have a good fuck without wanting a part of the girl too." Ben says quietly into your kiss. You moan and nod your head. "Don't forget Ben I'm your brat."

Completed on: 10/13/24

Posted on: 10/19/24 (10/14/24)

Kinktober 24'-

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Kinktober 2024 Day 14: make-up sex, blood play and restraints with Joe Goldberg x fem reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, make-up sex, blood play, marking/biting, restraints used (handcuffs), top Joe, bottom reader, no condom use mentioned but please wrap it before you tap it if you don't want stds and/or children, swearing, Joe's very possessive in this, everything featured in this fic was discussed and consented to by the reader beforehand, this is much softer than I initially intended it to be but I'm not mad about it

A/N: this was requested by @samcvrpenters in the replies under one of my kinktober posts. thank you so much for the request, I really hope this is to your liking <3

"You were deliberately flirting with him," Joe accused as he handcuffed you to the bed, not missing the impish look that was currently in your eyes. "He was touching you, and you let him."

"Oh, boo-hoo. Someone else managed to get their hands on me and you couldn't handle it. Big fucking deal." You let out a sudden gasp when you felt him bite down on your shoulder, hard. Hard enough to draw blood, in fact.

"Only I get to touch you like that," he muttered as his hands let go of your ensnared wrists and began to move down your naked body, trailing over your chest and down to your stomach. "Tell me, do you think he could be able to touch you in the way that I'm doing right now, hm? Do you think he could please you like I could?"

"Of course not," you breathed out, already starting to feel yourself melt underneath him. You'd only flirted with that guy to get his attention, and you both knew it.

"Good, so we're in agreement, then. No one else gets to touch you in the way that I do." He dipped his head down to your shoulder, gently running his tongue over the teeth marks he'd left behind. He could taste the little droplets of your blood in his mouth, that distinct coppery tang almost making him lose all of his self control.

"Joe..." you murmured softly as you watched him, sighing as you felt the kisses his mouth left on your shoulders and collarbones. "Need you, please."

"Are you sorry for earlier?" Joe's pride was much too strong to allow him to continue without hearing you apologize first. God, sometimes he could be such an asshole.

And you loved it, which is why you did exactly what he wanted you to. "I am. I'm so sorry," you cooed in a sympathetic tone, your hands instinctively trying to move to cup his face like you usually did when you were comforting him before you realized that they were still handcuffed.

His hands met where yours were stretched above your head, gently grazing his thumb along your knuckles as he leaned down to give you another kiss, a real one that was on the lips this time. "It's okay, I forgive you," he spoke into the kiss in a low and soothing tone, the one that never failed to send a pleasure-filled shiver down your spine. "Do you want me to get the keys?" He then asked in reference to how he'd restrained your hands earlier by cuffing your wrists to the bed.

"Mhm, no. That's okay," you replied as you did your best to hold onto his hands from where they rested on top of yours. Getting the message, he moved them closer, lacing his fingers through yours as you spoke. "I'm kind of liking where I'm at right now."

His lips curled upwards into a pleased smile at your words. "Yeah?" Clearly he was amused by just how much you were enjoying the handcuffs.

It was hard not to smile yourself. He was so cute, it was difficult for you to try to stay aloof and unbothered like you'd initially planned on. "Yeah, I do." Leaning up the best you could, you gave him another kiss, this one sweet and tender, just like the ones before it. "Can you bite me again, like you did earlier?"

He smirked at the question, loving the idea of getting to mark you up for the whole world to see. Of course you wanted him to bite you again, how could you not? He practically had no choice but to oblige.

Reluctantly, he pulled his lips away from yours and dipped his head back down, to the crook of your neck this time. He dragged his tongue down along your pulse point in a teasing manner before finally giving in and sinking his teeth into the flesh there. The sudden gasp that left your lips followed by a lengthy moan boosted his confidence and made you flirting with another guy just to get his attention so worth it.

"God, Joe, you drive me insane."

His smirk widened into a smug grin, absolutely loving the way you were already starting to lose yourself to him. "Yeah, and you love it." He used his tongue to clean up the little beads of blood that had been produced from the small cut his teeth had left behind on your skin. You were definitely going to have a few marks after this.

"I do, you're right. I love it and I love you." Sure, you may have been buttering him up a little bit, but that was only because you knew just how much of a tease he could be when he wanted to, and you didn't want to have to wait that long to have him. It wasn't as if you were lying or anything. You truly did mean it, every last word.

The low growl he responded with told you that your plan was working. He wasn't going to be able to hold himself back for much longer. Something about the way you told him you loved him, as if you were proclaiming yourself to him and him alone, made him crazy.

"You're so perfect, did you know that?" His hands went down to your legs, spreading them as he helped you wrap them around his waist. You back arched upwards the second you felt him sink into you, a content sigh falling from his lips. If your hands had been free, he had no doubt you'd be digging them into his back right about now. And despite your command to keep them locked up, he needed to feel that. He needed you to mark him the same way he did you.

Your hands found their way to his back the second he freed your wrists from the cuffs. One hand curled into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss as the other dug into his shoulder blade, leaving behind small crescent-shaped cuts. He groaned at the feeling of your nails digging in, though he couldn't find it in him to bother telling you to stop. Not when he loved it too much.

The bed softly creaked as you moved against each other, his own hands holding onto your hips as you clung onto him for dear life. The noises that came from you sounded like music to his ears, and he couldn't stop himself from becoming rougher, faster, more desperate.

Because that's what he was, in reality. He was deseperate for you and your heavenly touch. It was no wonder he got so upset whenever you dared to entertain the idea of being this intimate with someone else.

No one could ever be this intimate with you as he could. No one could ever love you as deeply and fully as him. Not when he felt about you this strongly, as if your very souls very intertwined together.

And after this was done, and you were both marked up and tired and sweaty he would once again remind you of the fact. He loved you, and nothing was ever going to change that.

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[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Fourteen: Selfcest - Minho/Minho

Tags: degradation, name calling, brat!Minho, dom!LeeKnow, the art of truly fucking oneself

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Maybe it was a bit egotistical, but Minho loved looking in the mirror while he masturbated. He loved the sight of himself falling apart from his own hands, his own touch. Knowing it didn’t need someone else to make him feel good, that no one could ever know his body as well as he did. No one else knew that the area where his waist met his hips was an erotic zone, no one else knew the perfect angle to twist their hand around his cock, no one else knew that his collarbones were almost as sensitive as his nipples. Sure, someone could figure these things out eventually, and he sometimes had trouble when fingering himself because his fingers were too short, but that didn’t matter. Nothing topped the self-satisfaction and pride of knowing he got himself off so well.

And watching it only made the pleasure more intense. Sometimes he really wondered what it would be like to fuck himself. Okay, he definitely was egotistical. But he didn’t feel like delving too deep into that. He just knew that often as he got off in front of the mirror, three fingers deep into himself with a hand wrapped around his cock, he imagined it was himself he was fucking. 

Sometimes when he got really deep into it, it almost seemed like his reflection was looking at him. It was different than seeing his reflection when he was looking at it. It felt like someone else was staring at him, like there were another person’s eyes on him. He chalked it up to a vivid imagination and being deep in whatever autosexual headspace he was in. 

That was until one night, where all his hopes and dreams became reality. 

On that fateful night, he was on his bed like usual. His floor length mirror hung on the wall at the foot of the bed so he could watch himself comfortably. He was on his knees, thighs spread so he could get a full view as he jerked his cock. The slide was wet and slick, just like he liked it. He stroked his hand up and twisted and a small bead of precum leaked from the tip. He bit his lip and his hips jerked as he watched his own skin flush all over from the growing arousal in his stomach. He’d memorized the sight of his own body, knew exactly what he looked like when he squeezed his cock a little harder and thumbed over the slit. 

He knew everything so well that he noticed the very second something was off. At the same time as he slid a hand up his chest to play with a nipple, his reflection moved the opposite hand. The opposite hand. 

Minho stopped his movements all together and stared. What the fuck. There was no way he was seeing things. He knew exactly what he saw. But now that he was staring his reflection down, the hand was back in the right place. He turned his hand, palm facing the mirror, and the reflection did the same. 

“Okay…” he mumbled to himself. He tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. “What the fuck was that…” 

“I had the same reaction when I realized you weren’t actually my reflection.” 

Minho fell back at the same time that he let out a high pitched scream. He stared at the mirror with wide eyes, his heart racing a thousand miles a second. That was his voice but he didn’t say shit. “What the hell. What the fuck. Who drugged me. What the fuck,” he muttered. He rested his hand on his chest. His breathing was bordering on hyperventilation because what the fuck. 

His reflection laughed. It laughed. By this point, Minho was convinced he had either been drugged with the strongest hallucinogen known to man or he was being haunted by some demon from hell. Or perhaps his dead soul from a past life. “I thought you’d have that reaction! That’s why I didn’t try to ease you in. Fucking hilarious,” his reflection snorted. Minho’s fear molded into minor annoyance and he scowled. His reflection scowled back. 

“What the–what do you mean? What is this? Who even are you? Is this some prank?” he asked, moving to sit up from where he had fallen against the bed. The reflection– his reflection(?), laughed again and Minho internally cursed himself for being so attracted to…well, himself. 

“My name is Lee Know, this is the reality of alternate realities, I am essentially you, and no it is not a prank,” the reflection–Lee Know, stated simply. Minho’s head was still reeling and he’d barely caught his breath. 

“Lee Know? That’s my alternate reality name? That’s stupid,” he mumbled breathlessly. “This is insane. I must be insane. There is no way this is happening. I must be dreaming. You’re not real,” he said, but he felt like he was trying to convince himself more than anything. 

“I’m definitely real,” Lee Know said with a shrug. He sighed dramatically and threw a hand over his forehead. “Oh whatever shall I do to convince you?” Minho didn’t even know how to respond anymore, or if he even should. If this was a figment of his imagination, then interacting with it likely made him sink further into delusion. Right? 

Lee Know sighed again and let his hand drop to his side. Then, a smirk spread across his face. “Oh…I know. It’s simple, really. I only just learned how to do this so it might take a second…” He pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows and Minho couldn’t help how attractive he found him(self?). It was one thing to watch his own reflection as he did something, but now watching his own reflection, someone, or something that was literally a mirror image of himself, do things without him controlling it…that was a whole other thing. 

Minho barely noticed the fact that Lee Know was putting his hands against the mirror until they were no longer on the mirror, but the other side. Minho screamed again, eyes blowing wide. “What the fuck!” he exclaimed, taking in a deep, shaky breath. “What are you doing?” 

“Proving that I’m real,” Lee Know hummed. His arms made their way out first, then one of his legs, then his upper body. It looked like an uncomfortable position, but Minho was too freaked out to focus on that. 

When Lee Know finally stepped out of the mirror, Minho’s breath caught it his throat. He looked very real. Too real. And he was somehow even more attractive than Minho even found his own reflection. His eyes ran over the sharp point of his nose, his high cheekbones, his pink lips, his deep set eyes. It was just like staring at his own reflection but so much better than that could ever be. He found himself subconsciously wetting his lips, the heat that had previously been in his stomach but had dissipated, returned. But then Lee Know smirked and Minho went back to realizing how fucked up this situation actually was and the panic settled back into his body. 

“Okay, actually what the fuck is this. This is insane,” he said, shaking his head vehemently. 

“That’s what I thought too,” Lee Know said with a shrug. “But I’ve come to accept it. Besides, isn’t this everything you’ve ever wanted?” he asked, tilting his head. His expression turned smug and Minho felt his cheeks burning for some reason. 

“What? Absolutely not! There’s a–a clone of me from some alternate reality that just walked through my mirror! That’s pretty terrifying!” Minho exclaimed, waving his hands. It suddenly occurred to him that he was currently still naked and he felt the urge to cover up in the face of this stranger. But was he really a stranger? From what it seemed so far, this was truly a different version of him. He didn’t need to cover up from himself.

“See I got the impression you’ve wanted to fuck me this whole time,” Lee Know said, the smirk on his face widening to a grin. Minho nearly choked. 

“Wh-what? No! I–” He struggled to find words. He could feel his ears heating up and it was clear Lee Know noticed. “I want to fuck me ,” he emphasized, even though it was embarrassing to admit. 

“I am you ,” Lee Know insisted. “In a way I am your reflection and you are mine. We’re just from separate places.” 

“This is–I don’t know, this is just crazy,” Minho said, shaking his head. “I can’t–I still don’t know what the hell is going on.” 

“Do you have to?” Lee Know asked, taking a step closer. “You can figure that all out later. But it seemed like you were in the middle of something before I came here…I mean. I was too.” He licked his lips and his eyes trailed over Minho’s body. “So why don’t we finish it? What do you think? I mean, it's clear how we both feel about ourselves. About each other.” He stepped closer until he was up against the bed and then he crawled on top, hovering over Minho. 

“I don’t know, that just seems…insane.” 

“Well we are a little weird, hm?” Lee Know said lowly. His face was now mere inches away from Minho’s. Minho felt like he couldn’t breathe and he felt his cock twitch between his legs. 

“Can’t deny that,” he said with an airy chuckle. Lee Know smiled. 

“Then what do you say? You get fucked by yourself, I get to fuck myself, it works out for both of us. We don’t even have to see each other again.” 

Minho’s face scrunched up and he raised an eyebrow. “Wait, you’ll fuck me? I don’t think so. I’ve always imagine being the one to fuck you . So why don’t we switch positions, hm?” 

Something dark passed over Lee Know’s face and he tongued his cheek. Then Minho gasped as Lee Know grabbed him and flipped him over so he was on his stomach. The movement punched a moan out of him and his body heated with embarrassment. “I don’t think so. I’ve watched you fuck yourself on your fingers enough times to know you like to be filled up. You’re not as in control as you think, Minho,” Lee Know mumbled against his ear. Minho gritted his teeth and moved to push himself up but Lee Know pressed down between his shoulder blades. “I don’t think so. You’re gonna be a good little slut and take it, okay?” 

Minho groaned but masked it with a growl. Arousal pooled in his stomach and chills went down his spine. Fuck, he knew himself too well. “You’re the fucking slut here. You do the same fucking thing. You said it already, we’re the same.” 

Lee Know huffed out a laugh. “That’s true. But that just means I know you like being tossed around and called names as much as you like doing it. Can’t fool anyone. You get something up your ass and you act like a bitch in heat.” 

Minho let out a whine. A fucking whine. He never whined. But Lee Know was exactly right. “Just–shut the fuck up and if you’re gonna fuck me than do it already.” 

“Of course. You don’t like foreplay. Good thing we’re the same.” Lee Know licked up the side of Minho’s neck and tugged his earlobe between his teeth. “Can’t wait to watch myself get ruined like this. It’s gonna be so hot.” 

“Narcissist,” Minho grumbled. 

“Pot and kettle,” Lee Know whispered. He sat up and got up to grab something from the dresser, but he made sure to give Minho a firm slap on the ass. Minho gasped and Lee Know bit his lip. “I really do have a nice ass damn.” 

As Lee Know went over to the dresser, Minho lifted his head. “The lube is in the–” 

“Bottom drawer, to the left, in the box where you keep your toys.” Minho huffed but didn’t respond. Lee Know just smirked as he got the lube and got back on the bed. “No need to use a condom, right? Since we’re the same person. We’re both clean.” 

Minho nodded and swallowed thickly. “Yeah, yeah, just get on with it.” 

“You’re such a brat,” Lee Know said, smacking his ass again. He squeezed his ass where he smacked it just for good measure and Minho bit his lip. 

“You’re a brat too,” Minho snapped. 

“Touche.” 

Lee Know grabbed Minho’s hips tightly, fingers digging into the jut of his hip bones. He pulled his hips up so that his ass was in the air with his chest pressed to the bed. Lee Know spread his cheeks and pressed his thumb over his rim. “Wow. We’re fucking sexy like this.” 

Minho blushed and his skin tingled all over at the thought that he was about to be fucked by himself. It really was everything he’d dream of. “I know,” he said back, inhaling shakily. Lee Know responded by squirting an unreasonably large amount of lube onto his hole, so much that it ran down his thighs and dripped onto the bed. 

“I know you like it messy,” Lee Know said, leaning over him. He squeezed his hips roughly then rubbed two fingers over his hole. “I’m sure two won’t be too much, right? I know you’re loose from how much you fuck yourself.” 

Minho’s head spun and he struggled to form a coherent response. “Y-yeah, that’s good. That’s okay,” he said, licking his lips. His mouth felt dry but at the same time he was close to drooling. Already. He didn’t think that having himself fuck him would reduce him to such a mess so fast. 

“Good. You would’ve taken it anyway. Just like the slut we both know you are.” Lee Know punctuated his words by thrusting his middle and pointer finger past Minho’s rim in one motion, going all the way to the knuckles. Minho gasped and buried his face in the sheets and he mouthed at the fabric and bit down. The thrust of Lee Know’s fingers stung but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. The pain only added a thrill to the pleasure that was tingling up and down his spine. 

Lee Know spread his fingers and Minho clenched his teeth harder, his moans muffled into the sheet. Lee Know laughed and thrusted his fingers deeper and curled them, brushing against his prostate. White-hot pleasure burst through Minho’s stomach and he moaned, his eyes rolling back. “There it is,” Lee Know mused, pressing his fingertips against the bundle of nerves again. Minho gasped and his hips jerked. More precum oozed from the slit of his cock and he shivered. 

“Hnnn—stop doing that,” Minho panted. Lee Know tilted his head just as he brushed over Minho’s prostate again. Minho inhaled sharply and his back arched, pushing his ass more into Lee Know’s hold.  

“Why?” he asked sarcastically. Minho huffed and groaned against the bed. 

“Fuck! Because–because you’re gonna make me fucking come and I already–” 

“You already came today. Twice,” Lee Know said simply and Minho could feel his face heating up again. “Like I said before. You’re a little slut, Minho.” 

Minho bit his lip and took a deep breath. “W-we’re–we’re a slut, Lee Know-yah,” Minho said, but his words were beginning to lose their bite. 

“ Hngh –yeah, you’re right. I’m a slut too. For myself. For you.” He gripped Minho’s waist with his free hand, hard. Minho clenched his fists and his chest heaved. He was going to burn up and burst into flames, he was sure of it. 

“Then show me,” Minho said, his voice barely a whisper. “Remind me why I can satisfy myself the best, show me you know me—” 

Lee Know groaned and pulled his fingers all the way out before pushing in a third, stretching Minho’s rim wider. Minho whined and buried his face against the bed. Oh fuck. He curled his fingers against Minho’s velvety walls and hit his prostate repeatedly. Each brush of his fingertips over his sweet spot sent shocks of electricity up his spine and made him dizzy. All the blood in his head was in his cock now. It hung hard and heavy between his legs, aching and begging to be touched. The muscles in his stomach tensed every time Lee Know pumped his fingers into him, every time he spread them to open up his hole. The way he fingered him was relentless, with as much vigor as someone would use to properly fuck him. The hits against his prostate were exactly what Minho wanted, what he needed, and shit, Lee Know really did know what he liked. 

Lee Know eventually moved his hand off his hip and slid it up Minho’s stomach to his chest and pinched a nipple between his two fingers. Minho whimpered pathetically, the stimulation to his nipples sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. A fourth finger had only just made its way past Minho’s puffy rim when his whole body tensed and his dick spurted cum all over him and the bed. Lee Know continued to abuse his prostate and tease his nipples as he came, which had Minho’s legs twitching with overstimulation. His cock barely even softened when he’d finished and it hurt, but that only made a knot coil in his stomach. 

Minho barely had time to gather himself after he came before he was being flipped back over onto his back so that he was looking up straight into Lee Know’s eyes. “I know missionary isn’t our favorite, but I wanted to see you while I fucked you senseless. See what I look like getting fucked. And more importantly, I want you to see me. ‘Specially since you were so confident in topping earlier. At least you get to know what you look like on top, hm?” 

“Fuck just–just fuck me,” Minho said, looking off to the side. He couldn’t believe how annoying he was honestly. Is this how his past partners felt when he teased them? He’d have to make it up to Jisung. 

“Hm…I could drag this out longer, but I really want to see how it feels to fuck myself.” Lee Know grinned and Minho could feel himself flush all the way down to his chest. 

“Then do it–come on, please .” 

Lee Know bit his lip to bite back a moan and Minho watched as his cock twitched between his legs. A wave of arousal washed over Minho at his reaction and he swallowed thickly. “Can’t believe I get to do this,” he breathed. He hooked his hands under Minho’s knees and pushed his legs back. “No one’s ever gonna fuck you better than this, Minho.” 

“Better not,” Minho said back.

Lee Know smirked smugly and squirted another large amount of lube over Minho’s hole. He shivered at the cold sensation and bit his lip when Lee Know lined himself up. “M’sure you don’t mind if I’m rough, hm?” 

Minho could almost laugh at the fact that Lee Know was basically asking for consent for himself, but he could appreciate the fact that his other self wasn’t an asshole. “Of course I don’t. Fuck me hard–nghh shit!” Minho exclaimed, nearly choking on air as Lee Know slammed his entire length into him in one go. The sting from the stretch made Minho’s eyes burn and he took a few deep breaths. 

“Good?” Lee Know asked, raising a quizzical eyebrow. 

Minho nodded, unable to find words for a moment. “Ye–yeah,” he said brokenly. “Move. ‘S’good, I’m not a little bitch,” he said, wetting his lips. 

“You sure moan like one,” Lee Know replied, and then he began to move. He wasn’t gentle in any way. Almost immediately, Minho was grasping at the sheets to brace himself. Lee Know put every bit of strength he had into snapping his hips and thrusting into Minho as hard as he could. Minho couldn’t even attempt to hold back the moans that spilled from his mouth as Lee Know purposefully aimed at his prostate, hitting it with every rough thrust. 

“Fuck, you literally feel perfect ,” Lee Know groaned. Sweat dripped down his forehead and his bottom lip was bitten red from where he’d bitten it. Minho’s foggy brain could only think of how this version of himself was even more attractive than what he’d seen in the mirror. And he found that he didn’t mind. “You’re so– hmmh –so tight, even though you fuck yourself like–like a little whore, shit .” 

“ Nnghh , fuck, fuck, keep going,” Minho babbled mindlessly. His cock smacked against his stomach with every sharp thrust of Lee Know’s cock. It was an angry red color and dribbling so much precum it almost looked like he’d already come. 

Lee Know pushed Minho’s legs back and changed his angle so that he was going even deeper. Minho gasped and his eyes rolled back. Lee Know fucked him like a ragdoll and the angle change caused him to practically feel Lee Know’s cock in his stomach. The pressure on his prostate with each jab of his hips was twice as intense which made Minho writhe against the bed. 

“Lee–Lee Know,” Minho hiccuped, fists clenching at his sides. “I’m–fuck–I can’t—” he whimpered and Lee Know simply smirked down at him. Minho could tell though, he was just as affected as him. He knew himself. The tips of his ears were red and his skin was shiny with sweat and the rhythm he was fucking him with told him. He was close. 

“Play–play with your nipples for me,” Lee Know instructed through gritted teeth. “Wanna–wanna see you fall apart. Come on my cock– fuck –while playing with yourself.” 

Minho could only whimper in response as he moved his hands from the sheets and brushed his fingers over his nipples. Even the slight stimulation had him shaking and his hole clenched like a vice around Lee Know’s cock when he began rolling his nipples between his fingers. “Ohh fuckk," Minho moaned airily. “Keep– ahhh –keep going, I'm c-close.” 

“Yeah?” Lee Know asked breathlessly. “Gonna come getting fucked by yourself? Narcissistic slut.” 

Minho’s eyes rolled back and shudder wracked his body. “You–you’re fuh-fucking yourself,” Minho stuttered. And then he added a weak, “bitch,” for good measure. 

“Oh? Hah–I didn’t know that,” Lee Know snarked. He dropped his head down and bit Minho’s thigh and Minho let out a loud mewl as the pain erupted across his skin. He liked being bitten almost as much as he liked biting and Lee Know just knew.

Lee Know turned his head to the other thigh and delivered a sharp bite to the soft flesh there as well, just as he snapped his hips against Minho’s ass. “Hnng ahh–fuck,” Minho choked. He continued rubbing his nipples as Lee Know fucked him and his mind filled with a heavy buzz. His abdomen tensed and he clenched around Lee Know, stars decorating the corners of his vision. “I’m gonna–gonna–Lee Know, please–m’gonna come,” he whined. 

“Shit–mm–m’kay then, come. Show yourself how much of a slutty bitch you are,” Lee Know growled against his skin. He nipped his thigh again and Minho writhed as a debauched moan ripped from his throat and he came for the second time since Lee Know arrived. Cum splattered all over his abdomen and chest, some even hitting his neck and chin. His eyes rolled back as Lee Know continued fucking him at a brutal pace, pushing him up the bed until he came himself, spilling inside Minho and filling him up. 

Lee Know let out a shaky breath as he pulled out of Minho. His eyes slid down to Minho’s hole where is cum leaked out onto the bed. “Wow,” he mumbled. “Can’t believe that’s me.” 

“Get over yourself,” Minho said breathlessly, letting out a laugh. This was crazy. Insane. 

“You too, sweetheart,” Lee Know replied, reaching out to pat Minho’s cheek. 

Lee Know helped clean Minho up and somewhere during the process, he fell asleep. He slept deeper than he had in months but his rest was filled with dreams. Dreams that no matter how insane, still didn’t match up to what he’d experienced. 

When he woke up, Lee Know was gone, and his reflection was back. He spent a little while looking in the mirror, waiting to see if something would change, if his reflection would blink without him, or send him a wink. But there was nothing. Still, as he turned around to get his stuff for a shower, he had that same feeling of someone watching him. And that sent a thrill down his spine. 

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 14 - Orgasm Denial

Ghost x Soap - 0.7k (on ao3)

summary: Simon enjoys punishing Johnny. (Ghost POV)

cw: dom!ghost, sub!soap, light degradation, cbt

Johnny’s wail is agonized when Simon pulls the fleshlight off his cock, his back curling to try and protect himself from what he knows comes next.

“Settle, Johnny,” Ghost scolds, placing a heavy hand on his throat and shoving back so Johnny is forced flat onto the bed again and held down. “Don’t try and hide your little cock from me, I’m not done playing with it.”

The series of slaps laid across his shaft make Johnny want to die. All he can feel is the consuming need to come, to get off, to orgasm, to finish, to find some sort of relief. But all his poor cock gets is Simon’s abuse, harsh slaps with ringed fingers and the occasional sharp pinch to the head of his cock. The pain makes him writhe, makes him teary-eyed and desperate.

“Please, please, ple- Ghost, Simon, please-”

“Shut up,” Ghost rumbles, the hand around his throat squeezing tight and silencing Johnny’s pleading. “I don’t care what you have to say. I’m not using your mouth right now, I’m using your cock. Don’t make me gag you.”

Johnny whines at the threat even though he knows it’s not real - Ghost has been threatening him with a gag since they started this whole process, but Johnny knows he enjoys the sounds of pain too much to muffle them. Still, he cuts himself off at a nasty look from Ghost, ducks his head low and glances up through his lashes to look as pathetic as possible.

He can’t keep his knees spread like Simon wants, keeps trying to instinctually squeeze them tight to keep the onslaught of blows away from his cock. It fucking hurts, leaves his cock red and swollen from more than just his arousal.

“Hmm,” Ghost hums, giving the underside of Johnny’s cock a final slap that drags the tops of his rings over the sensitive underside and ignoring the ensuing yelp. “Let’s get you a little softer, Johnny. Wanna work you up again.”

That gets another groan from Soap, hands rattling in the cuffs behind his back. He knows what's coming next, tenses nearly every muscle in his body and squeezes his eyes shut, unprepared for the sudden-

The ice-pack is dropped right on his dick unceremoniously, leaves Johnny crying out and wiggling around on the bed. He sobs a little, tries to beg through his tears but can’t do much more than whine. The cold is sharp, the pressure against him all the heavier because of it. 

He gets desperate, tries to buck the icepack off of him and ends up squirming like a fish on a line when he can't get the right leverage.

“Watch it,” Simon growls, wrapping a rough hand around Johnny’s balls and tugging down. That gets another sharp noise of pain, gets his hips to stop bucking in hopes his poor balls will be let go. They aren’t, and the cold of the icepack rests even lower on his shaft.

Ghost keeps him there until he’s gone soft, no praises or comforting touches allowed. It makes the whole experience more, makes Johnny feel like he really is just a cock and balls for Ghost to play with.

“There we go,” Simon says, finally pulling the ice pack away and ignoring Johnny’s grateful moan. “Nice and soft. Your cock’s much cuter like this, Johnny. Maybe I should lock it up, hm? Keep you soft for me all the time?”

That gets another whine, this one nothing but pleading. Last time Ghost had locked his cock up, he hadn’t come for weeks. Wasn’t allowed out of the damn cage except for showers, when Ghost would wash him and it out. He couldn’t even take it off to piss, the damn thing has a slit at the top just for that. Watching Ghost walk around with the little key around his neck, out for everyone to see…

So Johnny doesn’t like the cock cage. He tries to beg his Lieutenant not to cage him up with his eyes, but Ghost doesn’t even bother to spare his face a glance. 

“Let’s get you goin’ again, boy,” Simon smirks down at Johnny’s dick, playfully nudging  the limp thing where he's dropped it to rest between Johnny's thighs. “Wanna hear you scream some more.”

[vampyrewriter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Crowley (Supernatural)/Dean Winchester Characters: Crowley (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Demon Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Crowley (Supernatural) and Dean Winchester's Summer of Love, Dean Winchester Has Anger Issues, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control, Kinktober Series: Part 12 of 0zym4nd14s Kinktober 2023 Summary:

During Dean and Crowley's summer of love, Crowley decides to push Dean's buttons to see what happens.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: i could have lied

prompt: nipple play (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: eric/lilian (eerie inhabitants)

word count: 4344

masterlist | ao3 🍎

The whole thing flashed before my eyes whenever I thought about it. I still couldn't seem to put my head around it as Abby and I ran from the forest clearing. We ran for our lives, as fast as we could straight out from the hellfire. When I stopped in my tracks at the sidewalk, and she skidded to a stop right next to me, I couldn’t help but put my arms around her.

My only hope was that Alex had survived the fire, and we could get on with life with the vampires. The entire canopy of the forest caught alight with that hot fire from the demons down below, and my only hope was that Alex found his way out of there before everything before us had been engulfed in flames.

“Jesus, that was close!” Abby exclaimed, but I could barely breathe from the amount of smoke before us as well as the possibility that I just lost the love of my life. Two shadows stumbled out of the corner of my eye and I believed that we had been chased by more demons, but instead, we were met with Rob and Mark, the latter of whom looked as though he had been burned on the right side of his head, and his eyebrow had all but disappeared: and yet his hair stayed in place on the crown of his head.

“HO-LY SHIT!” he exclaimed.

“Wow…” Rob sputtered. He clasped his hands to his head and let out a low sigh. His eyes locked with me and Abby, and then he hurried over to us. “Are you two okay?”

“I think so,” Abby said, but I could barely speak. I could only look on at the flames behind us as they swallowed the forest whole. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I needed him. I couldn’t think about it like that but I needed him. I needed his body against mine, just to know that he was safe and still with us.

“Come on, Lil…” Mark guided me and Abby away from the inferno, and I couldn’t help but let the tears fall. I bowed my head and let them all fall away from me as if I was quenching the thirst of the earth beneath us. The heat from the fire faded away from us as we moved further from the destruction.

The love of my life had gone away into the flames, and I lost him without saying goodbye to him, either. Rob and Abby put their arms around me from behind as we ran along the sidewalk. My heart pounded, from running, from the rush, and from the thought of having lost him.

I lost him, to the fire, to the demons, to his own demons and his own pain.

“Hey, there’s Eric!” Mark declared, and he pointed straight ahead: indeed, I recognized that head of smooth jet-black hair past the shoulders through the darkness. Anything to comfort me right then. We broke into a run and caught up with him, and he lingered there under the golden light of the street lamp behind him. He turned his attention to us with one hand clasped to his head.

“Oh my god, are you guys okay?” he called out to us once we came within earshot of him. Once I stood before him, I put my arms upon his shoulder and bowed my head.

“Where’s Alex?” Rob asked him right then. “Where is he?”

“I have no clue,” Eric replied without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m… still trying to recollect everything that happened because it’s just so… so…”

“Intense?” Abby filled in for him. Eric swallowed, and I knew he was looking over at me. I held still and closed my eyes: his shoulder was a touch on the broad side, but it was comfortable enough to cradle me even as we remained standing in place.

“I guess you could say that,” he continued. A loud crack caught us all off guard, and Eric put his arm around me. The next thing I knew, we were running some more along the sidewalk. We sprinted blind through the darkness, but at the same time, through the whirring ghostly shadows and my own tears, I knew where we were going. We rounded a corner, and we had returned to the safety of Rob’s house. I made my way into the house first, still with Eric by my side. The house was warm and smelled of spice, and I hoped that no one followed us there from the burning forest.

I took my spot there on the couch, and Eric hung over me with one hand clasped onto my shoulder as if to hold me steady. I glanced back at the front door as if I awaited Alex to come through the front door with Abby, Mark, and Rob.

I was certain that he survived it, even with my lack of proof and even with the fact that none of us saw him, either. I needed to see him. I needed to feel him. I needed to hear his voice in particular. But I needed to see him there in the doorway.

“Eric!”

I turned my head to find Eric going off to the kitchen to meet up with the three of them for something, and thus, I leaned down onto the couch. That one afternoon when Alex and I made love on the couch there in the Cavestany house, when he and I were alone together and we had nothing better to do than to play around and feel each other. The vampires knew how to kiss, and they knew how to comfort as well: I was crying then, and the caress of his lips proved to be the best medicine, if only for a few minutes.

I closed my eyes and let the tears collect behind my eyes. I tried to think of his scent, of the way his body felt right next to me. I lacked the real thing. I needed him again. I needed him and I needed the kiss of his lips on my skin.

“Lily?”

I raised my head from the cushion to find Eric right there next to me: a piece of his black hair spread down across his forehead and over his eyes to where he resembled a young dragon.

“Are you alright?” he asked me, slightly concerned. I shuddered, and I saw that Mark had left the front door open: it was yet another cold night there in the Bay Area, made worse by the fact we had just danced in some flames not even a few minutes before.

“I’m cold,” I crackled out. He turned to the door and nudged it closed. I sniffled and sat up on the cushion with my back to the arm of the couch.

“A little too cold tonight… don’t think there are any bats flying around,” he said, and he extended his hands to me. Abby surfaced in the room right then with a stunned look on her face.

“What’s going on?” Eric asked her.

“Mark is looking for something to help with his eyebrow,” she replied. “You know, he’s got one burned off. He and Rob are really spooked right now.” She fetched up a sigh and pressed her hands to her hips.

“I reckon you are, too,” I insisted in a soft voice.

“Yeah, I… don’t know if I can sleep tonight,” she replied, “especially when we’re thinking of Alex.”

“The last thing I saw from him was that he ducked out of the forest right as the fire exploded out over our heads,” he explained to us in a single breath, and he turned his attention towards me. “I promise you, Lily. He’s off in the trees somewhere. He ran off quick into the shadows. We’ve died and cheated death, we can do it again.”

I glanced back at Abby, who swallowed from nerves. The two of us had been through so much together, and witnessing that violent ritual, with the human sacrifices followed by the fire, and when the vampires didn’t even allow it on top of that, I knew we looked on at sleepless nights together as well. I simply couldn’t stop thinking about the explosion as well.

I returned my attention to Eric, and I couldn’t help but bow my head. The tears welled up in my eyes again and I brought my hands up to my face.

“Hey… hey…” Eric greeted me with open arms. “He’s gonna be okay. He’s a tough boy, he can stand up to more than any of us, including him, can think. Come here—” He moved in closer to me there on the couch and held me close to his slightly chubby little body. I couldn’t help but bury my face into his chest.

“He’s gonna be okay,” he assured me right into the ear.

“Abby—” Mark’s voice floated in right then, and her footsteps padded out of the room. I gazed up at Eric and his pale round face, accentuated by his black hair and his big brown eyes.

“Would you like some tea?” he offered me.

“Please,” I said, and I cleared my throat. The tea could definitely help with the feeling in my throat: among everything else, I needed to breathe. I watched him go into the kitchen for a couple of tea cups: I stayed there in place on the couch while he and Rob whispered about something to one another. If only we knew what was going to happen. If only Mr. Friedman just kept his hands to himself and left us to figure it out from there.

I glanced down at my body, and I thought about the promise that Alex had given me before the ritual took place. That deep look in his eyes and the way they swept over me, and the way they latched onto me like the slippery blackened venom that ran through him. The touch of his hand and his fingers on me.

I knew what he wanted, and yet, I couldn’t give it to him. I couldn’t give it to him even though I would find myself in the mood for it once I drank down some tea, courtesy of Rob and his grandmother. I had the mood in me. I had the feeling within me, as it burgeoned inside like the fire that loomed right under the earth, right beneath our feet. I had an itch to scratch, and it required five minutes at the very least.

Five minutes, that was all I needed. Five minutes, to give me a release and then perhaps I could come to the process of finding closure for myself. It was all about finding my own heart again, even as I grieved him.

The kettle whistled, which was then followed by a brief silence and then the pouring of water into the mugs. Rob ducked out of the kitchen to the hallway off to the right as if he needed something from Mark and Abby. Eric then surfaced from the kitchen with a big black bone china mug in either hand.

“I don’t know how you take your tea,” he began as he took his seat right next to me there on the couch. “But I gave you some sugar.”

“That’s perfect, actually,” I assured him as I took the mug in his left hand. The aroma of lemons and garlic wafted up into my nose, to which it sent a chill down my spine. “What is this? It smells divine.”

“Lemon and mango spice tea,” he replied. “It’s homemade, too. According to Rob, it should clear out your lungs and heal your blood, too. That’s especially the case if you drink it every day for about a week.”

I blew on the surface and took a sip. The tea was strong, strong enough to give me a feeling like a blow to the chest. My heart eased down a bit, and my body grew warm from the feeling inside of me.

Drinking it down felt like taking a B vitamin shot.

I set the cup down in my lap, and I looked over at Eric there off to the side of me. An itch I couldn’t seem to scratch, even with Alex not there at the moment. Even with Alex not there. I had a lingering feeling that he was still with us, and yet I couldn’t resist thinking about it. If he was still with us, I could only hope that he would understand what I was dealing with.

“I’m sorry to do this to you, but… I need some relief,” I confessed to him, to which Eric raised his dark eyebrows at me.

“Relief?” he echoed me. “Like… how?”

I nibbled on my bottom lip as I dropped my gaze to his black leather belt. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I couldn’t stop thinking about the shape of his body and how he touched me so right. I wanted his long cold fingers on my nipples especially: the way he touched me in just the right spot and with the right amount of softness. It felt so wrong, and yet my body needed it.

Eric swallowed at the suggestion, and he never moved a muscle.

“I really, really hate to do this to you,” I said again. “And I kind of feel bad, too, because like… I feel it could be cheating should everything come out on the other side. But I need to feel another body next to me. I need to feel something. Before the ritual, he gave me this look like he was going to kiss me or… make love to me. He even promised me that he was going to please me like he had never done before after the ritual finished.”

“Please you, like… give you what you so desire?” he asked with a clearing of his throat. I could see it in his eyes, and I could hear it in his voice. There was no way I could deny the feeling.

The vampires had slow heartbeats, and their bodies had been preserved by the passing of time against a sense of decay, but they knew how to feel as if they were still alive. They knew how to feel, and they knew how to please as well. Abby’s laughter floated out from the next room, and I knew she and Mark were having a moment together, and with Rob right next to them. But I was focused on Eric.

He leaned forward, still with both hands clasped to either side of his tea cup. He then leaned to the side and switched on the light between us. The light of the lamp next to me washed over his round face and his porcelain skin.

“Is there anything you have in mind?” he asked me with another clearing of his throat.

“Well…” I began, and then I stopped right in my tracks. I glanced down at his fingers, as thick and stout as sausages, nothing like Alex’s long and spidery ones in all their elegant beauty. Thick fingers meant more touching and more finesse and control as well. “Seeing as Mark and Abby are having a moment of their own, let’s improvise. I like to take it slow, anyway.”

“You know, it’s the damnedest thing—I do, too.” He bowed his head and showed me a mischievous little smile. It wasn’t like the devilish little smirk that Alex liked to show me, but something a bit more adorable. Something told me that I had to show him the way instead. I liked to lead the way Alex, but Eric showed it to me even more.

I turned back to the couch behind me and patted the cushion right next to me.

“Wanna come over here?” I offered him.

“I like the way you said ‘come’ just now,” he quipped, and I couldn’t help but giggle at that. Eric took his seat right next to me, and he downed the rest of his tea in one fell swoop. He then set down his cup in the table before us and ran his thick fingers through his inky black hair.

“Okay. First things first, where do you like to be touched?” He rubbed his hands together and leaned in closer to my face.

“Start with a kiss on my lips,” I said, and he brought his onto my own. He rested a hand on my thigh all the while. He wasn’t the tender gentleness of Alex, as his lips and his hand locked onto me as if I was about to get away from him. There was something about the sheer force he exerted onto me that sent a deep chill up my spine, and one not from the fact that, like Alex, his flesh was as cold and smooth as fresh ice. His long fingers crept down inside of my thigh like a series of small snakes ready to take me under.

He nudged me back towards the couch, but I pushed back. Where Alex would have wound his way up to me and I would have taken him by the hand and showed him what I was made of, Eric was tough like a rolling stone down the side of the hill. It was so different and yet I was willing to roll with it for the time being. His other hand wound its way up into the roots at the back of my head.

“Touch you like the kiss of the dragon,” he whispered to me in between caresses on my lips.

“My nipples, Eric,” I blurted out. I gripped onto his wrist and lifted his hand from my thigh. I brought his hand up to my chest just so he could have an idea about my breasts. He lapped his tongue around his lips at the taste of me on his skin. I needed it so bad: a rolling stone down the side of the hill and he needed to exemplify it.

I jerked back to the back cushion of the couch. I moved my head away from his grip so I could see the mouth of the hallway there on the left side of the room. Through Eric’s big time movement on me, I could hear light whispers drifting out from the hallway there. Mark and Abby were in fact having a moment together, and as far as I knew, Rob was still there with them in the privacy of his bedroom.

Eric’s thick fingers crawled down to the hem of my shirt. I was giving myself to him. I was giving myself to the dragon.

He lifted my shirt and revealed my bra to him. Abby’s laughter floated down the hallway right then, but I was focused on Eric and the slight ring of gold on the side of his head. The ring of fire.

I may have been missing Alex’s earthiness, but Eric gave me a pit of fire. Something new, something fresh, something that would get me off and make me forget the fire from back there in the forest.

I tilted my head back so he could kiss the side of my neck. He hesitated in touching my stomach and my chest, even though he kept his hand there.

“Touch me,” I beseeched in a soft whimper of a voice. “Touch me!”

“I got you, my dear—my dear little lily pad—”

Those thick fingers crept up inside of my shirt, right under my bra wire, and onto the underside of my breasts.

“Here—” His other hand let go of my hair, and he reached under my shirt to undo the bra hooks at the back. Once it was lax, he then hummed to himself and proceeded in touching me. He lightly kissed my neck, and his long black hair swept over the side of his neck and down onto my chest.

“Alex would often kiss me there, too,” I told him. “You know, he’s got those thick, sensual lips like a porn actor.”

“Did he have a mustache at one point?” he cracked in between kisses on my neck. I burst out laughing at that.

“No, but it would’ve been really sexy if he did, though—” I gasped as he lightly pinched me on the nipple. Those fingertips on the really delicate part of my nipple, although I needed it on both.

“Other one—other one—” I sputtered out. His other hand slid underneath my shirt and the bra wire. I breathed harder from the feel of those thick fingers, as cold as the heart of winter, on that dark skin. I closed my eyes as he ran his fingertips around the rim of the areolas at the same time. I thought about the fire, and I imagined the rain falling in cold droves all around us. They may have been vampires, but they needed the sweep of the dragon, the darkest scales and spines all around me like the biggest tornado to ever touch down.

I was rising. I was about to come even with nothing more than touches on my nipples.

I parted my lips and let out a low moan. I hoped that Abby, Mark, and Rob wouldn’t hear us, but at the same time I also hoped they would hear us.

“Yeah, that’s good, isn’t it,” he quipped right into my ear right then.

“That’s everything I could ask for,” I breathed out.

“I want what you’re having now,” he commanded, and he lay down on his back next to me. I ran my fingers through my hair, and I slowly lifted up his shirt. With nothing more than the tips of my fingers as well, I treated him to the same thing. I lay down between him and the back of the couch so I could kiss him on the neck at the same time as those touches. He closed his eyes as I lightly touched him, ever so lightly on those little pale nipples on that even paler skin, like the finest porcelain.

Alex wasn’t there but I could give it to him nevertheless.

I brought my lips down to his chest. The left one first, as light as I could. He gasped at the feeling. I kept my hand on his right one all the while.

If I could overstimulate this naughty dragon, then I would. I then blew on his nipple and gave him a pinch at the same time. He opened his mouth and treated me to a gentle moan. He pinched his eyes shut.

I thought of switching sides but there was no way I could.

Instead, I blew on his nipple again, and I moved my hand down to the crotch of his jeans. I was about ready to unzip his jeans when Alex’s voice through the front window caught my attention. Eric then let out another groan as I gave him a squeeze and another blow.

“I think that’ll do,” he whispered to me. “Especially since I heard him out there.”

“I’m going to have to lie now,” I stammered. “He’s out there somewhere, and I’m going to have to lie to him now.”

“I wasn’t going to lie to you,” he confessed to me. “No way I could lie to you, though.”

“What do you think I should do?” I asked him, concerned.

“Tell him the truth,” Eric advised me. “Tell him you thought he had burned up and you were missing him more than anything in the world. See this as not just… loving me, but the fact that you’re deeply in love with him. You needed to get your feelings out.” I showed him a smile, and I nudged a lock of his hair back from the side of his face towards his ear, and I kissed him on the side of the face.

“You are so sweet,” I told him. “Thank you.”

Another knock on the door, and I climbed off of him. I straightened out my shirt and ran my fingers through my hair before I opened the door. Alex stood there with a smudge of black on the side of his face and burnt tatters of his shirt left behind on his body, but he stood there before me. He stood there with a look of delirium on his face and his lips slightly parted as if he had been running.

“There's my baby!” I exclaimed, and I extended out to him. Even with the advice, I wasn't going to dare to tell him what I had done with Eric, especially when he had just crawled from out of the ashes. His hair was still intact but his eyebrows seemed a touch slimmer than usual; though he had survived the fireball, he still had some collateral damage with his eyebrows and the hair on his arms.

“Oh, god,” Alex groaned.

“You want some tea, man?” Eric offered him.

“You know it.” I led Alex into the house of Cavestany with my arm around his shoulders, and he let out a low whistle. He then sniffled and held his nose close to my neck.

“What’s up?” I asked him.

“You got busy with Eric, didn’t you,” he said with a nonchalant look on his face.

I swallowed, and he lingered closer to me with his lips still parted.

“You don’t think I’ve smelled him before?” he whispered to me, and he flashed me a wink.

“Oh, really?” And he nodded. “I can explain, baby.”

“Did you think I was dead?” he asked me, and he cracked me a smile.

“I did, yes. In fact, we all did.” He shook his head, and he leaned into my face for a light kiss on the lips. How I missed his sweetness.

“You’re not mad?” I asked him.

“Mad? I’m infuriated. My girlfriend thought I was dead all because some demons set the forest on fire! But at you? No. I can’t. No way.” He kissed me again, and I knew he was telling the truth.

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Kinktober 14

Kink(s): Spreader Bar (BDSM)

Pairing: Roommate Bucky x f! Roommate Reader

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, compromising situations, spreader bar, dubcon (barely), mutual pining/lusting, vaginal fingering, creampie, p-in-v (wrap it!!!), dirty talk, pet names (doll/sweetheart/dirty girl/babydoll), roomates to lovers

Not beta read

Summary: You get stuck in a compromising position but thankfully your very helpful roomie is able to "help".

Word count: 2.6 k

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

A/N: Originally, this was going to be roommate! Steve but I really liked his softness ... so duh had to make it Bucky Boy instead. This one is going to also be a drabble series probably, but not as sweet as Steve's (at first) - Love, Grem x

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You weren’t too sure  what possessed you to open your new toy as soon as it arrived nor do you know why you thought it would be a good idea to try it out  alone. But you did. And now here you are, in your new favourite lingerie, made up to the nines, legs spread and so very, utterly stuck.

You had been feeling rather blue since your break up a few months ago. Your roommate, Bucky, had been a godsend throughout it but you just had felt like shit. But when your favourite online sex shop had a flash sale the week before, you hadn’t cared how much you spent, it was the first time you had felt something other than numb or fleeting happiness in a while. And when it arrived this afternoon, you were practically ripping the box from the delivery driver.

You had planned it expertly. Bucky was out for the day so you could try out plenty of angles, positions and rooms with your phone in private.  You had showered, done your hair and make up to match the new lingerie you had bought and felt so unbelievably hot and confident – it would be a waste not to snap some pics. Then it occurred to you to snap some with the leg spreader bar. Why not go all out?

But you’d bent too far over the back of the sofa, trying to get that perfect angle that would show off your plump ass and the bar, and now your feet couldn’t touch the floor and you’d slid too far forward  but not far enough for you to reach the floor with your arms and push yourself up. Even if you did, you risked injuring yourself somehow.

And what would happen if Bucky came home with Steve and-or Sam in tow? A cold , icy tingle ran down your spine. Uh oh. You’d never live this down – it’s embarrassing enough your crushing on your hot roommate without him seeing you like this, least of all his friends. Thankfully, your phone was still clutched in your hands and you huffed as you attempted to find Bucky's name in your contacts to warn him what he’d be walking into and to please, please, please not bring any guests home.

You: Hey, so this is gonna sound weird but I’m kinda stuck right now so if you could stay out a while longer that would be grand! X

You: and please don’t bring anyone around until I am unstuck!!!

You: Sorry x

Your face flushes with embarrassment and you mutter to yourself. You’re only snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky messages back.

Bucky: Stuck? Are you okay, doll?

Bucky: I’m on my way back. I can help.

You scream into the sofa pillow. God this couldn’t get any worse.

You: No, it’s really alright. It’s pretty embarrassing, actually.

The response is immediate.

Bucky: it’s alright. I’m happy to help and I won’t judge. Promise doll :-)

Curse Bucky and his kindness and curse him for being a big, dumb, helpful idiot.

You: Fine but you need to close your eyes when you come in!!!

Bucky only responds with a thumbs up emoji and you sigh. Whatever he’s expecting to find, you didn’t know if your current position would be better or worse. You hoped better because you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about Bucky in that way. More than once. And the thought of him finding you like this would have had you pressing your thighs together – if you could do that right now.

It took about ten minutes for Bucky to arrive home and you were wriggling wildly and yelling at him to close his eyes when you heard his keys rattle in the lock.

“Alright, alright doll. My eyes are closed.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Where are you?”

“On the sofa.” You reply meekly, heating flooding to your cheeks.

“The sofa?” You can hear the confusion in his voice as he comes closer. “How are you stuck on the sofa?”

“I- uhh...” You trail, realising there isn’t much of an explanation to your predicament other than the truth.  “I was trying out something and... look it’s not important just please help and keep your eyes closed.”

Bucky shook his head in disbelief even though you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smiling. “Fine. Fine.”

“I’m in the mid- oh!”

 in Bucky's blind attempt to reach you with his eyes closed, he’d managed to bump right into you hitting his shins painfully against the spreader bar with a muffled clang.

“Ow!” he yelped, eyes flaring open to see what he’d hit only to be graced with your ass covered in lace. His eyes trailed down your stocking-clad legs, eyes widening as they spread apart to make a perfect triangle  with the metal bar secured at your ankles. “Oh.”

The sound was breathless, his mind blank and jeans suddenly too tight at the sight before him. He’d dreamed of you like this before but this was almost too comical to be real. It was like you were being served to him.

“Bucky?” You asked shyly, shaking him from his stupor. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He says thickly. “Tell me what you need.”

Your heart beats at a break neck pace. He hasn't opened his eyes has he? Even so, his helpful comment has almost rendered your brain, and legs, to mush.

“I - um - just so my feet touch the floor,” You explain, wishing you were literally anywhere else. “Then I’ll die of embarrassment in my room.”

“What were you doing?” Bucky asked, shamelessly gazing at your ass whilst you still thought (hoped) his eyes were closed. He wasn't sure if he'd get an opportunity like this again. It was much better than seeing you in a towel or pyjamas and better yet than his own imagination. He could feel his fingers twitch, itching to reach out and grip your hips, but resisted; trying to remember you were his roommate and friend.

You face burns hotter and there’s a slight tingle in a place you know shouldn’t be tingling when Bucky is being so kind to help you through this embarrassing time. But explaining to him that you were taking boudoir photos is possibly your newest low.

“I was taking photos,” You admit sheepishly, grateful he can’t see your face right now. Your whole body feels as if it's on fire and you don't know if it's in a good way or a bad way.

“Photos?” Bucky's mouth dries out. Photos for whom? He wished he could see them. Wished they were for him. Hell, he wished he could take them. Especially taking ones that captured the very moment you came, preferably over his cock, so he could keep it close by when either of you were away - just in case he had to rely on his imagination and needed a prompt.

You swallow thickly, the embarrassment seemingly never ending. “For me. They... God,  this is so embarrassing. They were to make me feel sexy.”

“Ah, right.” Bucky says absently, his mind only full of thoughts of pulling you against him. He pushed the thoughts away. You were his roommate. You trusted him to help. “But you are sexy.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle awkwardly. “Um, if you just grab my hips and pull me back I...” you swallow, mind racing to the gutter but before you can finish, Bucky's large hands are on your hips; half on skin half on lace. His flesh fingertips are rough and hot against your skin but the metal fingertips are surprisingly soft but cool and, coincidentally unbeknownst to you both, you and Bucky both stifle sounds of pleasure. You shiver as you feel yourself being pulled slowly backward, heat and an uncomfortable damp settling between your legs as Bucky effortlessly, though slowly, pulls you back to standing position.

As Bucky gives one final tug, there’s the click of your heels on the floor. Unfortunately, your heels rock back and you lose your  balance and to stop yourself from falling you stick your ass out on instinct, grabbing the back of the sofa to steady yourself.

Which would have been fine had Bucky not been stood behind you with a hard on. Your ass brushed past the tent in his jeans and you gasped.

That’s what broke Bucky.

“Fuck, doll, you look so good. All spread out for me.” He said gruffly, making you whine quietly.

“Buck.” You turn your head to look up at him, face flushed and wide eyed but God you look so perfect laced up, legs spread and bent double in front of him. You’re not sure what to say – what to ask – all you know is that you’ve been crushing on your roomie and he’s probably just said one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard in your life. Maybe that’s why you say possibly the dumbest thing that comes to mind.

“You were supposed to keep your eyes closed.”

A blush creeps up Bucky's neck as he looks down at you, hands still on your hips and intent on not letting go. His chest rises and falls with heavy pants and he grips your hips a little tighter. “Sorry doll, I just- shit. You look so good. I -Sorry.”

“It's not a bad thing,” you say quickly, feeling your own breathing become laboured. “I – I’m glad you like what you see.”

Bucky's eyes close and he stifles a groan. “Doll, don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t look at you like what?”

“Like you want me to fuck you right here, like this.” He growls, eyes glowering down at you with heat so intense your body lights up. “Like you want to have me balls deep inside of you.”

Your mouth opens slightly as you stare up at him. You’d heard him curse before but not like that. You never thought that your roomie would say something like that to you. Your legs shuffle as you try once again to squeeze your thighs together, the needy ache between them becoming to difficult to ignore.

“Maybe I do.” You respond hoarsely. “Maybe I've thought about it.”

Bucky's grip on your hips becomes ever so slightly painful. “You have?”

You only nod and Bucky curses loudly.

You heard the click and clang of his belt coming undone, followed swiftly by the zipper his jeans behind you and God did it make you soaked just knowing he was about to have you. Your panties were tugged to your knees in one quick motion and before you could react to the sudden lack of clothing two of Bucky's cool, metal fingers sank inside your pussy without warning, making you moan loudly.

“That’s my dirty girl,” he praises, working your already slick cunt with his fingers with a smirk. “You’re already so wet for me, aren’t you? Feel good?”

“Yes, Bucky, yes!” You moan out eagerly, jutting your hips backwards even further into him. The metal fingers curl and scissor inside of you, stretching you open in front of Bucky, whose flesh hand squeezes the cheek of your ass roughly.

"Shit babydoll," He murmurs, moving his fingers out of you slowly, teasingly dragging them along your folds to make you whine. He looks at his glistening fingers with a satisfied smirk. "I think you're ready for my cock already."

Bucky doesn't even take the time to undress fully, his jeans hanging low on his hips as he frees his cock, tapping it against your ass cheek tauntingly. You wiggle your hips, trying to angle your legs so you could feel the thickness and heat of his cock against your skin again, but Bucky's flesh hand holds you firmly in place. You huff in frustration and can feel his tip on the curve of your ass again, this time trailing cool, sticky pre-cum.

"Excited are we?" Bucky watches you shift again, your ass looking even better covered in his pre-cum than the lace. He guides his length through your folds, sighing with delight at the silky warmth around his cock, and chuckling his tip nudges your clit making you moan his name.

"Please, Bucky." Your groan is muffled into a couch cushion. The slow torture was killing you in the best way possible and you were already desperate to have him fuck you.

"Please what, doll?" Bucky asks, repeating the motion with his cock again.

You curse loudly before gasping out, "Please fuck me."

Bucky grins triumphantly. "Oh, with pleasure, doll."

He draws his cock back up along your folds and sinks into you, hard and fast, filling you to the brim and bottoming out in one thrust. Your hands dart out in front of you to steady yourself as you make a silent oh. Bucky's metal arm circles your waist, pulling you to stand a little straighter as he waits for you to adjust.

There's a kiss to your shoulder blade. Then another. You swallow thickly, trying to regain the ability to breathe as you relax onto Bucky's cock with a long, drawn out fuuuuck. Once you relax into him, leaning further back into him, Bucky begins to thrust upwards erratically. The slapping noises of skin-on-skin are drowned by the sounds of Bucky kissing your neck and murmuring filth that makes your eyes roll in ecstasy.

“I used to hear you and your boyfriend fucking – he never could fill you up like I can, could he?” Bucky murmurs lowly, taking a moment to pull put of you slowly and back in again, appreciating how your pussy grips his cock and sucks him back in. His words make you groan out and this time you answer before you get to lost in the pleasure to respond.

"No, he c-couldn't."

Your body jerks when Bucky slams into your pussy again and this time you're sure you're seeing stars. Your orgasm isn't far and from the way Bucky's thrusts are getting sloppier, you know his isn't far either.

"Your pussy feels fucking amazing, doll." Bucky huffs, his metal hand retreating from your waist and back to your hip. "I could fuck you all day."

Your eyes roll and you can feel your pussy grip his cock tighter; on the precipice of your orgasm and desperate to take all Bucky can give. Your face flushes at his words even though they barely register in your fucked out state.

"Please," You keen at him. "I'd love you to fuck me all day."

Bucky pulls your hips to meet his roughly, making you squeak before speeding up his thrusts again. "Yeah, doll? You would?"

You barely manage out an mmhmm through your moans, your pussy throbbing greedily around his cock. "Yes, please - fuck. I'm - I'm gonna cum."

Your arms reach blindly behind you, grasping at Bucky's hips to hoist yourself just a little bit higher; letting Bucky's cock reach a new depth in your sopping cunt. You cum almost immediately with a loud, shuddering gasp and struggle to find your breath as Bucky continues to milk his cock for a few more seconds until he spills inside of you with a moan of his own.

Then the apartment is all but silent apart from your breathing.

The weight of what happened between you both setting in as you stand joined together, sweating and panting, in the living room. You think you'd laugh if you didn't think it would be so awkward. Bucky's the first to speak, clearing his throat.

"So..." He slips his softening cock from you and your eyes flutter slightly. "You needed help getting this bar off your feet?"

[merlincmgirl]

Overstimulation - Cody x FReader - NSFW

Summary: When Cody hears that you've never experienced a man giving you an orgasm, it leads to confessions and a chance for you to experience what exactly the Marshal Commander can do.

Characters: Cody, Waxer, Boil (who is a little shit to his ori'vod!), Helix, Wooley, Crys

Pairing: Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 11,812

Warnings: Overstimulation, PinV sex, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), hand job, multiple orgasms, squirting

Authour's Note: I have no idea where this came from. This was my first time writing for Cody and he seems to have possessed my body. 11k! I'm so sorry!

Sitting in the mess hall, finally managing to have some dinner after a hard shift in the medical bay, your small moment of peace was quickly disrupted by the troopers you looked after. Waxer and Boil sat down on either side of you, Wooley taking the seat on Boil’s right. Across from you, Crys, Helix and Cody sat down as well. “Well if it isn’t my favourite medic” Waxer greeted, nudging you slightly with his elbow as he got comfortable.

“Seems I’ve taken your title Helix” you said to your CO as he rolled his eyes, shaking his head. You enjoyed winding him up just a little. You had a deep respect for the man, and it was mutual.

“You can deal with him then next time he drags his shebs to the medbay” Helix scoffed, lips twitching up at his friend. The pair of you worked well together, determined to save the lives of as many troopers that you could. The compassion and empathy you showed to the troopers were not found in many nat-borns and Helix was grateful to have somebody who cared about his brothers when they got hurt.

“Bad luck there, Y/N. Looks like you drew the short straw” Cody remarked, a smirk playing on his lips as you chuckled warmly at the Commander. And if he held your gaze a little longer than necessary, just to soak up the beauty of your eyes as they danced in amusement, well then nobody had to know but him. And his brother as he caught Helix’s knowing look.

“What are your plans for tomorrow when we finally get planet-side?” you asked, returning to poke at your dinner. You couldn’t wait to get back to proper food that wasn’t served from ration packs once you returned to Coruscant.

“The usual, 79s, maybe catch some limmie if we can, meet some pretty pretty people to spend the night with” Waxer answered, his excited tone clear. It had been a long tour, and after nearly 75 rotations, you were heading back to Triple Zero for some time off.

“I am not writing up anyone for bringing a civilian into the barracks again!” Cody warned, sending his troopers a stern look.

“That was one time!” Boil grumbled, shaking his head at Cody’s warning look. You couldn’t help but smirk and look at him curiously. Honestly, who would have thought Boil would bring someone back to barracks. “No, I’m not telling” he said, shooting down any hope of getting answers from him.

“Gods, you’re no fun” you complained, returning back to your own meal. Cody caught your eye and winked. If Boil wouldn’t tell you, then you could trust your Commander would. Stars, finally you would be able to get some dirt on Boil after his and Waxer’s constant teasing of you.

“At least he won’t be as lonely as Crys” Wooley commented, smirking at his brother across the table.

“I won’t be lonely! She’s busy when we have our leave. It happens!” Crys objected, voice pitching slightly higher as he glared at Wooley for even bringing this up. He had an adorable pout on his face as he settled back into his seat, grumpily pushing his meat around his tray.

“Guess you just wasn’t entertaining enough for her to keep you around Crys” Waxer teased, eyes dancing in mirth as he watched Crys’ face turn red – either in embarrassment or annoyance.

“Yes I was! We kriffed all night! The bed was soaked from how many times she had cummed by the time we were finished!” Crys gloated, puffing his chest out in pride.

Personally you didn’t believe him, you’d never experienced that before, and knew many women who hadn’t either. Looking warily around at the table, you could see a number of the clones amused at this conversation, and Crys’ ardent belief that his paramour would comm him as soon as they landed back on Triple Zero. Catching Cody’s eye, he sent you a small smile and shook his head in exasperation. You couldn’t help the little chuckle and warmth that flooded you at your little interaction. It almost seemed like he had been looking to you specifically while his brothers were distracted and continued to tease each other.

“Oh shut it Waxer! I’m sure Y/N knows what I mean, don’t you?” Crys snarled, his dark eyes pulled into a glare at his older brother.

Your eyes snapped back to Crys and the topic at hand. You had missed what they were saying as your thoughts got lost on Cody. A common occurrence but whatever retort Crys said had been lost to you. “What?” you gasped, staring between them, hoping that they would drop it soon. All you really wanted was to eat your food in peace.

“You know, had a man make you cum so hard you saw stars” Crys grunted, crossing his arms and looking at you expectantly.

The little scoff was out of your mouth before you could control it. “No actually. Never had a man give me one orgasm let alone all night” you said, just slightly bitter at your ex-lovers. Most of the time they were just focused on their own pleasure, or they had no idea about a thing called ‘foreplay’. It usually resulted in you feeling frustrated and having to finish yourself off as soon as they were asleep or had gone. Gods, you would love to find someone who could actually give you one decent orgasm, but opportunities were hard to find, especially after being in the GAR. You couldn’t remember the last time you were planet-side or had enough time to visit your own family, never mind find a hook up.

“You’ve never had anyone finish you off?” Waxer asked in shock, staring at you like you had told him the Chancellor was actually the Galaxy’s most awarded swimming champion.

There was a silence that filled the table, all eyes staring at you in a mixture of horror and pity. It made your face heat up and feel like you were going to be sick simultaneously. Kriff what had you done?! “No… guess it-I- we just weren’t compatible” you shrugged, ducking your head and pushing the green mush around your plate. If it wasn’t appetising before, it certainly wasn’t now after this line of discussion. What had made you admit that in front of the men you worked closely with everyday? Even Helix was looking at you with a flash of pity in his eyes! How were you going to look at any of them again?

“Can you though?” Wooley leaned forward past Boil to ask, curiosity and disbelief written on his face.

“Wooley!” a harsh voice sounded from across the table. The voice was strong enough to cut through durasteel and gave no room for arguments. You jumped at the loud noise in the sudden silence. Marshal Commander Cody glared at his vod, seeing how you shrunk into yourself more and more. “Apologise, now!” he ordered, eyes hard and not leaving the paling face of his younger brother.

“Sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to upset you” Wooley murmured, thoroughly rebuked and shrinking back into his own chair.

You nodded, glancing up to see Cody looking at you, an unreadable expression on his face. And wasn’t that another kick in the teeth. All this was going on in front of the man you had the worst crush on! And from the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. But whatever it was, you were grateful for the reprieve of questions that was coming your way. Sending him a small thankful smile, you returned back to your dinner.

“You know ad’ika, there’s no shame in that. Some men just can’t pleasure a woman. Maybe you need someone who can show you what it’s like. You know, like a real man” Boil smirked, eyes flickering to Cody before watching you bury your face in your hands.

Cody stiffened, hoping his glare was enough to convey that he would be putting Boil on latrine duty for the foreseeable future if he continued down this path. He could already see Waxer send him a small shake of his head to warn him off. Crys was hiding a smirk behind his hand, purposefully not looking at the Marshall Commander sitting next to him. Helix was scowling, glancing between Boil and Cody, probably thinking of how much bacta he would have to use on Boil once Cody got a hold of him.

Taking a chance to wind up his older brother, Boil leaned on his elbow, poking your side with a well aimed finger. “I bet there’s loads of men here who would love to help you out” Boil grinned.

And like a snapping of a rubber band, Cody reacted. Eyes promising murder, he glared at Boil before looking over at you. You were shying away from everyone, tear filled eyes refusing to leave your plate as you stewed in embarrassment at what was happening around you. Protectiveness and anger curled in his chest and he refused to not come to your defence. “Enough!” he snarled, stopping whatever words were going to come out of Boil’s mouth next. Everyone at the table froze, even you, at the icy tone your commanding officer used. “All of you dismissed. I’ll deal with you later. Y/N, you stay here” Cody ordered, warning his brothers that this was not over.

All of them scrambled to get out from the wrath that was the Marshall Commander protecting his cyare, not wanting any of it to fall down on them individually. It wasn’t worth it. A jumble of noise echoed around you as they grabbed for their helmets and trays, hurrying away as though a Nexu was chasing after them. It would have been a little amusing, and at any other time you would have laughed; but you felt trapped at the moment, with Cody just sitting there and not saying a word to you. What was he thinking? Were you in trouble for what you said? What if he put in a complaint at how inappropriate you had been with his men? Was he angry with you?

Sighing heavily, Cody scooted over until he was directly in front of you. “I’m sorry about them, they can get… overzealous at times” Cody apologised, shaking his head at his vod. That was certainly one word for them. He passed you another cup of caf, the one from his own tray, before looking at you gently. “Are you okay?” he asked, concern for you clear on his face.

“I’ll be fine… just… I’ll be the talk of the battalion now” you mumbled, knowing that word would spread. No doubt that the men you treated would, at the least, look at you pityingly and at the worst, tease you about it. They were strong, virile men who were enclosed on a starship with little female company, some were bound to start flirting with you and offering to change your lack of orgasms for you, just like Boil had said.

“No you won’t. They know better than that” Cody said firmly, already thinking of all the ways he would punish them if they let slip what they had found out to the other vode. Seeing how it still wasn’t enough to comfort you as you became lost in your own head, he reached out and placed his larger hand over yours. It dwarfed your hand in comparison but it was so warm, and he couldn’t help but enjoy the way you twisted your hand so that you held his as well. “If anyone says anything, you tell me and I’ll handle them” Cody assured, squeezing you slightly.

You couldn’t help but smile softly at how protective he was being over you, admittedly it did help ease the tension that had built in your chest since your impromptu slip up. But even though he was the Marshall Commander, he couldn’t be there for you the whole time batting away shinies and dishing out punishments to whoever had upset you. It just wasn’t fair or right. Why should he care? You were only a medic underneath him.

Oh! Images flooded into your head of just that. Of him pressing you into a bed, leaning over you, becoming everything you could see, touch, hear and smell. Of him flooding your senses as he pressed gentle kisses all over your face and continuing down your chest, reaching further and further down.

The calling of your name was what brought you back to the present, looking back up at Cody to see him looking at you in concern when you didn’t answer him. Sighing heavily, you shook your head, but didn’t remove your hand away from his. You just prayed that he thought the blush riding high on your cheeks was down to embarrassment and not down to how you had imagined him in one of the many fantasies that you had of him. “You can’t just punish your men just because they’ve upset me, Cody” you reminded, even if the thought of it sent a spike of affection through you.

“Of course I can, I’m the Marshall Commander, it’s got to have it’s perks somewhere” Cody grinned, proud when you laughed at his response. He loved seeing you smile and laugh, it made you almost glow with happiness. If he was a sap, he would say he wanted to always be the cause of your happiness.

“Well thank you Commander, I appreciate you sacrificing one of the perks of the job just for me” you rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him in amusement. It was always nice to get this time with him. It wasn’t often that he had time to drop by and chat, but when he did, it always brightened your day. So to have him for as long as you did now, it felt even more special.

“It’s not a sacrifice mesh’la. I’d gladly do this for you, whatever you asked for” Cody said quietly, catching your eye and hoping you knew how sincere he was about that. Because he would. He would give you the galaxy if he could.

Ducking your head, you couldn’t fight the hope that curled in your chest at his words. It was everything you wished to hear from him, but you still wasn’t sure he meant them in the way you wanted him to. Cody was an excellent friend to you, and you hoped for more, but you weren’t even sure how to start that conversation, never mind express how deeply you loved him. Would he even feel the same way about you? Or would you ruin the friendship you two shared by speaking up? It wasn’t worth it, but kriff you wished that you could be with him.

“If only you could” you shook your head, voice so low you didn’t think he would hear you.

“If only I could what cyare?” Cody asked, leaning forward as if to hear you better. But he had heard alright. He had just wanted to make sure that he had heard what he thought he did. What he always dared hoped you would say. But it seemed that little outburst was all that he was going to get from you as you blushed and refused to meet his eyes.

Eyes widening at him catching what you said, you sat up and quickly reached for the caf that he had offered you. It reminded you that you hadn’t slipped your hand away from his, and it was a bit jarring to lose the weight of him off you and the cold air to hit your heated skin. “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it Commander” you excused, sipping the hot liquid and almost cursing at the temperature.

Cody’s eyebrows shot up at the title. Normally when you were alone, you would call him by his name unless you were teasing him. It had took him a good few conversations to get you to call him by his chosen name when you were alone. So for you to revert back was surprising for him. “Tell me cyare, I want to know” he encouraged, his feet sliding in between yours and knocking your leg with his to get your attention. It worked, your eyes shooting up to look at him from underneath your lashes. It was such a sultry look that he couldn’t help but feel warmth pool in his stomach as his normally restrained desire for you raised it’s head. “Go on, cyar’ika, say it. I want to hear you say it” he instructed, voice dropping down lower.

“C-Commander” you stuttered, breath becoming short as he looked at you with dark, desire filled eyes.

“Cody” he corrected instantly, not harshly but wanting you to know that at this moment in time, he wasn’t your commanding officer. He was just a man who desperately wanted you to tell him how you felt.

Placing the cup of caf down as it began shaking in your hand, you reached for his, trailing your fingertips up and down his vein-y hands. “I want- I- I want you” you breathed out, staring up at him with wide eyes. That wasn’t what you wanted to say. Not quite. It seemed to shock him as well because his hand tensed under yours and his eyes widened to match yours. “No! I mean I do, but not like that! I do want you like that but I want you to love me… just like I love you” you rambled, hoping to fix this and make it better. But the more you stumbled over your words and tried to explain, the more of a mess you felt you were making of it. “Oh kriff! I’ve really messed this up!” you groaned, burying your head into your hands and shaking your head in despair. He wouldn’t want you now after this! You’d be lucky if you weren’t transferred onto a different ship at the way you were karking this up.

Cody rounded the table, sitting beside you and gently pulling your hands away from your face so he could take in your panicked expression. Gentle rubbing soothing circles onto the inside of your wrist, he couldn’t help but chuckle softly as you glanced up nervously at him. “You did a better job than I could. I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest every time I see you. It’s why my brothers always tease me when you’re around” Cody shrugged bashfully, feeling your pulse beat erratically beneath his fingers.

“What?!” you gasped, unable to believe what you were hearing. Did Cody like you back? Was he also nervous about what you two felt for each other? And everyone knew about it! That explained all the looks that Helix sent you whenever Cody called into medbay to check in on you. Or all the times Waxer and Boil would compliment and big Cody up to you whenever he walked past or had to report back to Obi-Wan. As if you needed the reminder of how honourable and good he was.

“Yeah… that thing with Boil, it was aimed at me more than you. My brothers have been pushing me to tell you how I feel about you but I haven’t been brave enough to do it. I’ve loved you for a long time, mesh’la, ever since you shouted at me for not coming to you when I kicked that droid” he admitted, gazing into your eyes and unable to look away.

Even though he felt sick at telling you all of this, he also felt a weight of his shoulders. He didn’t have to hide how he felt from you now, he could be honest about how much he loved your company, how much he enjoyed listening to your ramblings on the new medical equipment that had been shipped in. Could admit that every time he was near you the war felt like it was a distant memory. Everything he had imagined of his future on those dark, lonely, fear filled nights on Kamino as a cadet, he could see with you. Those moments of peace with you, being able to just relax and soak in each other’s warmth and love. Of waking up early in the mornings just to make you breakfast, watch the sunlight spill across your body as he watched the sunrise in your rooms. He wanted all of it.

Taking a deep breath, he knew what he had to do. He gathered all of his courage, all of his bravery as he landed a hand on your knee and kept holding one of your wrists, rubbing soothingly. By the Force, he was a Marshal Commander, he shouldn’t be afraid of a civvie medic. “Can-Can I kiss you, mesh’la?” he pleaded, feeling like a cadet adrift in the stormy waters back on Kamino.

Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t help but stare at him in wonder. Yes! You wanted that. You wanted to feel him kiss you, pour everything he had into your first kiss. Because you knew that was the kind of man he was. Commander Cody didn’t hold back and he certainly was as honest as people came. He would kiss you with those same traits. Gulping to try and bring salvia back in your mouth and letting your legs fall open slightly as the hand on your knee gave you a little squeeze, you couldn’t help but nod. “Yes please” you whispered, leaning closer into him.

Just as you thought you would finally be able to experience his lips on yours, a loud crash interrupted you. Jumping back, everything came rushing forward. All the sounds, smells of the mess and the chattering of the men around you. You were still in the mess hall, surrounded by clone troopers and other staff members. How had you forgotten that?

Cody seemed to realise as well and pulled back slightly, but didn’t let go of his grip on you. Instead he scowled at the trooper who had dropped his tray at the other side of the hall. Sighing heavily, he turned back to you and shook his head in exasperation, just like he had when his brothers had been bantering between themselves.

“What do you say we get out of here, mesh’la? Do you want to come back to my room so I can show you just how much I love you?” he offered, hand on your knee slipping upwards slightly to the middle of your thigh. Enough to cause some dampness in your panties, but nothing too scandalous if anyone would look over at the pair of you. “Maybe you can give me a chance to show you just what a man can do. I want to be the first man to make you cum, to be able to kiss up these legs and taste you on my tongue for days afterwards” Cody murmured, eyes darkening at the gasp of surprise you let out.

“Fuck Cody! You can’t just say that out loud” you whined, unconsciously clenching your thighs together and trapping his hand between them. Already you could feel yourself getting wet, just from his words and the conviction in his voice that he would be the one to get you there. And honestly, you believed him. Cody was stubborn, and once he said he was going to do something, he would stop at nothing to complete his objective.

“Someone liked the sound of that” he teased, glancing at your thighs as he pulled his hand away from between them. “What do you say, mesh’la? Is that something you want? If not, that’s okay, we can just go to my room and talk. Whatever you want to do” he reassured, making sure you knew he was serious. If all you wanted to do was just sit on the small couch in his room and talk, then that would be perfect to him as well.

“I want this, I want you” you promised, wanting to cup his face and kiss him just for how sweet he was and reassuring that you knew there was nothing expected of you. “So, lead on Commander” you chuckled, enjoying how quick he jumped up and gathered your trays to put away. By the time you had stood up and straightened your uniform, he had already returned and was ready to go.

The walk back to his quarters seemed to be charged with electricity. You didn’t touch, both of you much too disciplined and unwilling to cause gossip among the staff on the Negotiator. Though you had no doubt that if one of his brothers spotted you heading into Cody’s room, the gossip would spread through the 212th like wild fire. But only the vode, no one else.

Every time your hands were next to each other, you could feel the warmth radiate through him. Almost like how air felt just before you got an electric shock. You so desperately wanted to brush your hands together, to feel the touch of his long, talented fingers against yours. It seemed he felt the same because he kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, a small quirk of his lip the only indicator that he was just as excited for this as you were.

As you finally made it back to his room, he glanced around to make sure that the corridor was empty before pushing open the door and letting you enter first. The first look you got of Cody’s quarters were all him. It was almost like you had imagined it to be. Everything had it’s place. There was a desk and chair in the corner, a pile of flimsiwork and data-pads were piled neatly on top. A cupboard was next to the door for Cody to place his armour when he was able to relax in his room. There was a small sitting area just off to the side, with a worn orange couch that looked like it had seen better days. A door to what you assumed was the refresher and the bed was large enough that you knew it would be more comfortable than the mattress you slept on every night in the barracks.

“Waxer and Wooley found it on the lower levels of Coruscant. Thought I could do with a bit of colour to spruce the place up” Cody informed you, seeing you stare at everything.

“Sorry… it’s just pretty much how I pictured it” you said wryly, embarrassed at being caught gaping at his room.

Cody couldn’t help but laugh, stripping out of his armour and placing it into the cupboard to store it out of the way. “Imagined it a lot have you, mesh’la?” Cody teased, placing his DC17s next to his armour.

“Only a few hundred times” you retorted, still looking up at him as you twisted your fingers into the top of your scrubs.

“Is that all?” he winked, before heading over to a small alcove you hadn’t noticed. “Would you like some tea, cyare? Obi-wan always gives me tins of the stuff. He says I should improve my pallet away from ration bars. He’s been trying to get command to serve it in the mess” Cody explained, getting out two cups, a kettle and a tin of tea for you to share.

“That would be lovely, thank you” you nodded, unsure of what you should do now that you were in his room. This was where he spent the few hours rest he got, where he slept and allowed himself to unwind after excruciating battles and exhausting days that never seemed to end.

“Sit down mesh’la” he smiled, nodding over to the couch. As he waited for the water to boil, he turned around and let his face soften. “I meant what I said. We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. We can sit and talk if that’s what you want to do” he assured, taking in how you seemed to be tense, how your eyes flittered around the room and the way your legs shifted uncomfortably.

“No! I want this!” you insisted, gaze shooting up to meet his in determination. “It’s just… I’ve wanted this for so long, it doesn’t feel real to me. Like I’m going to wake up in the morning and it’ll be a really nice dream” you shrugged, brushing your hair away from your face.

Cody nodded, taking his time to think of a response to you. You appreciated it, Cody wasn’t one to offer empty reassurances and hollow words, he was honest and trustworthy. Another reason why you loved him so much. You trusted whatever he had to say to you. “It’s okay to feel nervous. I am too. But I promise you, Y/N, I’ve wanted you for so long that I’m going to make you see that you deserve the love that I’m going to show you. You’re worthy of much more than me” he vowed, his voice so strong and unwavering that you could no nothing else but nod.

Noting you were still taking in his words, Cody made up the tea, heart still hammering in his chest from admitting his feelings to you. He wondered if that would ever stop or if he would become so used to it that it would become part of him. He didn’t know which he would prefer. He brought over the tea to you, setting it down on the low table just in front of the couch before sliding into the seat beside you.

“Do you really think you’re not worthy of me?” you asked, catching up to the last part of his speech. You took his hand in yours, linking your fingers together as you cupped his cheek, ensuring he was listening to you. “Maker Cody! You are the best thing to happen to me, you’re my best friend. The man I love. An idiot who kicks and punches droids and thinks he’s going to be fine” you smiled, pulling a weak chuckle from him. “You may share the same face with a million other brothers, Cody. But you are unique to me. There is only one Cody, and I would scream it in front of the whole Senate if it helped people to understand that you may be clones, but you’re still a person. A beautiful, honest, loyal person who brightens my world up every day” you declared, running your thumb over his sharp cheekbones.

Cody let out a soft breath before he leaned closer to you, sliding his hand across the back of the couch and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. His other hand coming to push back a strand of your hair away from your face. He searched your face for any hesitancy before leaning in, pressing his body into yours until there was no gap between you. Trailing his hand down your face and over your jaw before coming to play with your hair, he gasped as you placed your hands on his strong chest.

“Can I kiss you now?” he asked, running a hand through your hair and twirling a strand slightly around his pointer finger. It sent thrills through you at being so close to him, feeling his warmth press against your side and his breath caress your cheeks.

“I’d love that, Commander” you consented, closing the gap between you two.

This kiss was not like any other you had experienced. Cody took slow, delicate chaste kisses from you before building up your passion as his hand slid into your hair, gripping the back of your head. You tightened your grasp on his blacks as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip, begging you to let him in for a proper, heated kiss. The hold he had over you ensured that you couldn’t move much, not that you wanted to. It felt amazing to experience Cody like this. Feel his body pressed up against yours, his tongue sliding against your own. You couldn’t help but gasp as he gave a playful nip onto your lip before running his tongue over it soothingly.

You were so lost in his kisses that you didn’t notice the hand trail down your back and stop at your hip. With strength that you knew he and all the other clones possessed, he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him.

“Oh!” you gasped in surprise, not expecting him to move you like that.

This new position meant that you could feel the hardness that was growing in his blacks as you rocked against him, your own hands running up to twist into his dark curls. Letting the dark coils snag on your fingers as you tugged at them gently. It must have been something that drove Cody wild because he bucked his hips up to you in a momentary loss of control.

“Fuck, sweetheart” he groaned, pulling away to lay kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He found a spot on the column of your neck that he wanted to mark, dragging his teeth over the skin before sucking at it, laving it with attention so that tomorrow you would have a beautiful new bruise to cover up the next time you went into work. He secretly hoped you didn’t cover it up; so his brothers would know not to flirt or mess with you if they even dared entertained the thought they had a chance with you.

Heat fluttered in between your legs and you couldn’t help but grind down on him. Hearing him let out a small whine, you couldn’t help but do it again, enjoying having the mighty Marshall Commander whimpering for you. Even through your blacks you could feel how good he would feel inside of you.

However your fun was quickly cut short as Cody gripped on tightly to your hips. “Enough of that mesh’la, otherwise this will be over a lot sooner than I’d like” he murmured against your skin. Pinching your sides at the giggle he got in return, he tugged you closer, holding you over him but unable to move. “Can I take you to bed? Give you what you’ve been missing?” he asked, needing your permission to take the next step.

“If you didn’t… I’d be disappointed, Commander” you moaned, laying kisses across his face, starting from the scar on his temple, all down his jaw and onto his chin before raising to meet his lips. You noticed how Cody tensed underneath you, hands squeezing at you just slightly before he released them. It would seem Cody enjoyed being called Commander in the bedroom. You would file that interesting bit of information away for later.

Carefully, he held you to his chest, your breasts pushed against the hard planes of his pecs before wrapping another hand under your butt. Without any change in breathing or difficulty, he stood up, lifting you into the air with him and seemingly without any problem. You felt yourself gush at the move, admiring his strength as he continued to melt your brain with his kisses.

He guided you over to his bed in the corner, gently placing you down on the mattress with such tenderness that you felt how much he cared and loved you. Slowly, his hands trailed down your arms before he reached for the hem of your scrubs. He pulled it up over your stomach, up over your breasts before throwing it to the side of him.

“God you’re beautiful mesh’la” he whispered, entranced as he looked over the sight he had just revealed. His hands came to cup your breasts through the breast band, giving a cautionary squeeze before your hands came over the top of his own, showing him the right amount of pressure you enjoyed. “Thank you mesh’la. You’ve got to tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay?” he murmured, thumb brushing over your nipples even through the material.

“Okay” you assured, before reaching behind yourself and pulling off your breast band. “But you have to do the same” you bargained, tugging at the top of his blacks.

Chuckling, he chucked off his own blacks in record time, leaving him in a tight pair of boxers. Your brain stopped firing, lost in the beautiful tanned skin that was in front of you. He was dotted with a number of scars, a shade lighter than his normal tone. A large, twisted one sat just above his right hip bone, and you couldn’t help but reach for it, tracing the rough skin. He must have gotten this one before you were transferred to the 212th.

“I’m okay, it was shrapnel from a droid that lodged into me. Helix did a pretty good job” Cody soothed, voice gentle as he let you trace his scars. He hated seeing the distressed look on your face, the thought of him being in pain enough to bring that on. Cupping your cheek, he brought your face up to look at him. “I’m still here, love. I’m fine” he promised, leaning down to land a soft kiss on your lips.

“Can’t help but want to make sure you’re never hurt again, love” you sighed, eyes closed as you took in the sweet affection he had for you. You missed the look of adoration and love that passed over his face before he pushed it away. There would be time to talk about that later, right now he wanted to make you see stars.

“Can I take these off, baby?” he wondered, fingers tickling above the waist of your trousers.

“Of course!” you giggled, twisting slightly at the feather soft sensations he was drawing against you.

“Ticklish?” he grinned, enjoying the way you squirmed to get away from his touch. He would file that away for later, especially for when you least expected it. His eyes must have shown too much mischief because you glared up at him, a warning look on your face. “Oh just you wait, mesh’la, I’ll have to find a way to keep my hands to myself” he chuckled, hooking his fingers under the material hiding you from him. With a gentle tug, he pulled down both your trousers and pants, letting out a soft hum of satisfaction as you helped kick them away from you.

Taking the time to put them to one side, he turned around to press gentle kisses to your chest, leaving a couple of red marks above each breast. You couldn’t help but try and press closer to his warm, wet mouth but he wouldn’t put it where you wanted him to. You wanted him to play with your nipples, make them sensitive to his touch as they were already perked up, almost like they were begging for his hands, his mouth, whatever to touch them. But Cody seemed to know exactly what you wanted and refused to give in. Carefully, as though you were some delicate treasure he had found, he placed the softest of kisses on each nipple before kneeling above you.

“Cody!” you groaned, annoyance lacing through your tone but it didn’t do anything to encourage him. If anything, it did the opposite as he got off the bed and stood up. Cupping your face, he pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips before he went down onto his knees for you.

The sight of him dropping down to his knees was enough to make you stop breathing. He was gorgeous, the most beautiful thing you’ve seen as he looks up at you, a mischievous smile on his face. Running his hands up from your calves, giving your knees a gentle squeeze before trailing up your thighs, gripping them slightly as he pushes them open. Sighing heavenly, he presses a small chaste kiss to your inner knee before pushing your legs wider, allowing his shoulders to fit in between your legs. “Oh mesh’la, you’re dripping for me” he breathed, tone full of adoration and desire.

Nerves began to eat away at your stomach, imagining exactly what he was seeing down there and your legs went to close around him but they didn’t get very far. Cody was so broad, even without his armour on. It was making you dizzy just having him this close to you, staring at your most intimate place. “Y-You don’t have to” you murmured, face heating up at the thought of what was going to happen. What he had promised he would do to you back in the mess hall.

Cody pulled away slightly, raising an eyebrow at you in surprise. “What kind of man has made you think that you don’t deserve this? That they shouldn’t be honoured to be between your legs and make you feel pleasured and desired? That they wouldn’t kill to get a taste of you” he asked, frown pulling on his features as he tugged you closer to the edge of the bed.

Gasping at his words and his actions, you let your hand slip into his hair to steady yourself. “Cody I-I don’t… he said he didn’t like doing it” you hurried to explain, fingers twitching in his dark strands.

Cody chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he trailed his calloused fingers closer and closer to your centre. “Oh mesh’la, let me show you what I like doing” he growled, squeezing you tighter. He barely gave you enough time to process his words before he was diving forward, licking a strip with the flat of his tongue from the bottom of your entrance and swirling it around your clit.

“Oh!” you squeaked out, free hand clutching the bed sheet and the other buried in his hair. Feeling him groan against you at your taste, you couldn’t help but buck your hips up into him and try to take in a stuttering breath.

“That’s it sweetheart, pull my hair!” he encouraged, thumb rubbing gentle patterns into your inner thigh as he looked up to see pleasure written all over your face. His soft touches were such a contrast to what his tongue was doing to your clit, flicking over the nub with the tip of his tongue.

“Cody! Oh kriff, Cody!” you whined, unable to help it as you pulled harder on his hair. He grunted into you, but didn’t pull away or admonish you. In fact he buried his face into you even more, giving your clit one last hard suck before moving down to your entrance to get a taste of your slick. It was like he was feasting on you, small groans and growls vibrating up you and sending heat up your spine. Stars he was good with his mouth. Was this what you had been missing out on?

With his mouth busy at your entrance, his thumb came to tease at your clit, rubbing it in circles with a barely there touch. It was teasing. Cody was teasing you and you didn’t know if you could handle it. “Please!” you whined, hoping he would either touch you properly or… or… or do something other than tease.

“Got to make this a good one mesh’la” he smirked, nipping at your inner thigh before pressing a kiss onto your clit.

You couldn’t help but yelp, flinching away slightly at his touch before instantly seeking it out again.

Cody growled softly, wrapping his other arm around your thigh to tug you closer to him, keeping you at his mercy. The sound shot straight to your cunt, making it squeeze around nothing as he looked up from your legs, taking in the beautiful sight of you laid out before him. Without warning, he began rubbing at your clit, hard, determined motions as he pushed his tongue back inside of you as far as he could go.

“Ah! Cody! Oh kriff! Fuck, Cody, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you begged, feeling the coil twist tighter and tighter in your gut. You were so close to finally having a man bring you to orgasm. You didn’t think you could take it if he stopped now to tease you further.

As he allowed you to ride his face, Cody pulled you as tight as he could to his mouth, not wanting to let you escape from his mouth as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel you were close, your inner muscles tightening around him as you gushed more and more slick out of your pussy. The sounds you were making was going straight down to his cock, he was already leaking pre-cum but he was determined that you would experience pleasure before he even touched himself. He wanted to feel you cum on his tongue, hear you scream his name as you came for the first time with someone.

“I’m close! Please! Please Cody, more!” you demanded, tugging harshly on his hair as you thrust your hips against his face. Feeling him chuckle darkly against you, it took you a second to register that his circular motions on your clit had stopped before he gave your clit a sharp pinch. It tore at your nerves and you screamed his name, unable to help it as you came against his mouth.

Pure bliss shot through your body, your brain stopped working and you swore you could see the Force all around you from how hard he had made you cum. You barely felt him pull away from you, resting his head on your hip as your legs trembled against his shoulders and back. Electricity was still coursing up and down your spine, making it impossible to come down just yet.

But when you finally did open your eyes, you found Cody smiling at you, a little smug but pleased that you had experienced this with him. “How do you feel, love?” he checked in, rubbing soothing patterns on your thigh.

“I feel like you’ve just ruined me for anyone else” you panted, wiping some of your juices off his cheeks and chin. You had never been as wet as this, no partner had ever made you feel like you were exploding with pleasure and ecstasy before.

“Can’t say I’m not a little pleased about that, mesh’la. I don’t think I want to let anyone else have you” Cody replied, taking in the sight of you. Enjoying how debauched you looked, he knew that he wanted to keep showing you the delights that he could bring you. He would never stop wanting you and desiring you, especially not after hearing your moans and whimpers just from him eating you out. He couldn’t wait to do more with you.

“Shuffle up the bed, love. I’m not done with you yet” Cody instructed, helping you to move back and get situated in a comfortable position in the middle of the bed. Tucking a pillow underneath your head and hips, he saw you give him a reassuring nod before he knelt in between your legs again.

Spotting the red mark that was already blooming on your thigh, he couldn’t help but trace it with his calloused fingertips, wondering how it would look like in the morning. You moaned at the touch, but kept your legs spread wide to accommodate him and his curious touches. “You’re so beautiful cyare, I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful than you” he praised, sending you a soft look that he hoped conveyed just how deeply he felt for you.

Keeping his gaze locked onto you, he slid his fingers through your soaked folds, gathering your juices and swirling around your clit with them, pressing on the underside of your hood before pulling away as you bucked up into him. Grinning at your response, he couldn't help but tease you further, gently brushing against your clit before quickly retreating, listening to your sounds of frustration and the twitch of your hips as you tried to chase after his fingers.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against yours, swallowing your moans as he licked into your mouth. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself, sliding your hands over his shoulders and his back to tug him closer. It was a curious taste, but not unpleasant and Cody seemed to enjoy the way you ran your tongue over his as you made your decision.

Without warning, he pressed one of his thick fingers into your soaked entrance, both of you cursing out for different reasons. For you, his fingers were bigger than your own and could reach places that you just couldn’t. For him, he was taken aback at how warm you felt around his finger, how your muscles fluttered at the intrusion. He could imagine that your pussy wasn’t quite used to his fingers, your own just wasn’t enough to be a copy of his. Gripping tightly to his shoulder, you couldn’t help but whine and bury your face into his neck.

“Too much, mesh’la?” he frowned, worried that he had hurt you.

Quickly shaking your head, you nuzzled into him, taking in the deeply soothing scent that could relax you in a moment. “No, just… different from my own hand. Move… please” you murmured, pressing a reassuring kiss to his neck before pulling away.

“Alright, I’m going to move now” he warned you, resting his forehead against yours before slowly retreating and pushing back into you. The small hitch of your breath was a reassurance that you were okay, just getting used to the feel of him against you and his finger inside of you. Making sure that he paid attention to your body language and the pace of your breathing, Cody worked you up on his fingers.

You could feel yourself relaxing against him, both of you leaning against the other and breathing the same air. It was an honour to share this with him. A keldabe kiss was special, something so intimate between families and partners, for him to do this with you. Well it showed you just how much he loved you.

All thoughts were shoved out of your head when Cody pushed two fingers inside of you, curling them up as though searching for something. Instantly you knew what, and you were afraid to disappoint him. “I don’t have one, I’ve never been able to find that spot” you breathed to him, shaking your head. Cody sent you a determined look, a small smile playing on his face. “Cody I can- Oh!” you moaned, your stead-firm belief certainly in tatters now that Cody had pressed right on the spongy spot inside of you that had you see stars.

“There we go, love. That’s it. I’ve got you” he mumbled, massaging and poking at the spot inside of you that you denied having. “Let me take care of you. I promise you won’t regret it” Cody whispered, peppering kisses all over your face.

Whimpering, you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back as he used a sharp thrust of his hand into you to have you bucking up into him. Fuck, Cody wasn’t wrong. You weren’t regretting letting him look after you, you don’t think you ever would. Heat raised in you as he continued to push against that spot inside of you that caused tension building in your bottom half.

He began to increase his speed, feeling you tighten around him as he crooked his fingers just so, enjoying the loud groan that move pulled out of you. Your hips were beginning to lift off the bed and Cody pulled away so he was kneeling above you.

You whined, wanting him closer to you, to feel his body pressed against yours. He caught your reaching hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before placing it down next to your hip and squeezing once. “Be good mesh’la, keep them there” he ordered, before pinning your hips down with a hand on your lower stomach.

Instantly you cried out, pleasure increasing but unable to move away from his touch. You could do nothing but lay there as he wrung ever ounce of pleasure from you. “Cody! Fuck Cody, please. Oh gods! Maker, Cody I’m close, oh fuck!” you howled, tugging at the bedsheets as you felt your release edging closer and closer to you. It was like he was reaching parts of you that you hadn’t experienced before, both inside and out as the pressure of his hand made his fingers feel bigger than they were. Why in all hells had you been missing out on this? Cody was driving you insane and he had only used his mouth and fingers.

“That’s it beautiful, such a good girl for me. Cum for me” Cody groaned, watching how your eyes squeezed shut, mouth falling open as ecstasy seared through you. He could tell how close you were, your muscles were clenching tightly around his fingers. His voice was so full of love and want that you couldn’t help but obey as you felt your cunt tighten around his fingers for the second time tonight.

After allowing you to come down from your high, Cody leaned forward to brush your sweaty hair out of your eyes before gently kissing along your temple. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are. Thank you, mesh’la” he muttered into your hair as he took in your smell.

“I should be saying that to you. You’ve just made me cum twice” you smiled, nuzzling your nose into his jaw and pressing a kiss there. Sliding your hands along his strong shoulders, you tugged him closer, wanting to feel his weight on you. However as you did, you felt his hardened member press against your lower stomach. Now that you weren’t drunk on the high he had sent you in, you allowed yourself to grind up into his hard cock.

Cody grunted, eyes squeezing shut at the feel of your soft skin and his pre-cum leaking on you, making the glide easier as his hips moved on their own.

“I’m sorry, this has all been about me. I should have thought” you apologised, biting your lip as you reached for his cock.

However Cody just tutted, grabbing your wrist and stilling you. “You didn’t forget about me, cyare. I’ve imagined what you would be like when we were like this, there’ll be more than enough time for me later” he assured, not wanting you to feel bad.

Running your gaze down his body, you couldn’t help but take in his sweaty pecs and thickened trunk. Trailing lower, you couldn’t help but gulp. His cock was gorgeous. Truly. He was about average in length but thick, with a slight upward curve that you know would feel amazing in you. His head was a shade darker than the rest of him and leaking down his shaft. Maker he was beautiful. You reached out to grip him, desperate to feel the smooth, silky skin of his cock. Cody gasped, rocking his hips into your touch as he lost himself in your slow, firm movements up and down his member, twisting slightly at the tip.

“Fuck, cyare!” he growled, gritting his teeth as he tightened your hold of him to one that he preferred.

Grinning wildly at how he seemed to lose some of that control he was exhibiting with you, you couldn’t help but run your thumb over his head, collecting the pre-cum gathering there before lifting it into your mouth for a taste. It was salty but you liked it. You wanted to taste more from the source.

“Force Y/N, if you do that, this will be over sooner than any of us would like” Cody warned, squeezing your shoulder as you made to move towards his member.

Pouting, you pumped him a few more times, just the way he showed you before Cody tugged your hand away. “Promise I can taste you later?” you asked, biting your lip coyly as you looked up at him.

Cody couldn’t help but moan, leaning his head against yours. “Yes, beautiful girl, you can do whatever you want to me later. But first, I need to be inside of you. I need to make you feel good” Cody nodded, running his hand up and down your side. It was ticklish, but you enjoyed his touch against your heated skin.

“How do you want me?” you teased, gasping as he kissed the spot underneath your ear, running his tongue over the thin, delicate skin before pulling away to look you over.

“Get comfortable, baby. I’ll take you any which way you want” he swore, taking every movement in as he watched you settle on your back, your legs sprawled wide open so that he could see every part of you. His cock throbbed painfully, seemingly to know that it’s wait was finally over and soon it would be sinking into your hot, wet entrance.

When you were comfortable, Cody ran his fingertips up your inner thigh before dragging his nails down them, making you squirm and gasp out at the flare of pain. It was a wonderful contract to the pleasure that you had been feeling all night. Coming closer to you, he shuffled you until your thighs were resting on his.

“Are you ready, mesh’la?” Cody asked, gripping his cock in one hand and lining the head against your entrance. He pushed the head through your folds, both to tease you and to spread your slick that had gathered there so he wouldn’t hurt you.

Taking a deep breath, you couldn’t remember being more ready for anything. Now was the moment that Cody would take you, claim you for himself and bring you some much needed relief after your partners was sorely lacking in getting you to the finishing line. He would be the one to show you just how pleasurable sex could be when your partner knew exactly what they were doing. Reaching up to cup his face, trailing your fingers over his sharp jaw and cheekbones, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Please, fuck me Commander” you whispered, leaning up to kiss him. You knew instantly it had been the right thing to say, because Cody tensed up and his eyes darkened from where your gazes met.

Cody wasted no time, pushing his cock into you slowly, mindful of what a stretch it could be. You let out a loud curse, feeling how tight you were and how full you were just from Cody entering you. “That’s it Mesh’la, you’re doing really well. You’ve taken me so well. Just a bit more, that’s a good girl” Cody encouraged, voice shaking as he rubbed your flank soothingly.

“Fuck, Cody! It feels like you’re never going to stop!” you gasped, gripping onto his arms tightly at the side of your head and trying to get used to the stretch. As he bottomed out in you, the pair of your stopped, both of you gasping against each other as you finally took everything in. It did feel like you were stuffed full, his delicious cock stretching you out as you strangled him with your warmth.

Once he was sure that you were both ready, feeling you give a small nod against him before he slowly pulled out, the drag felt amazing against your tight walls. Leaning down to lick into your mouth, he thrust back into your sharply, causing you to mewl against his lip and scramble to hold onto him. That set the pace, Cody pulling his cock out slowly, making you miss the heavy feel of him inside of you before slamming back into you.

Unable to help it, you sighed at his wonderful pace, allowing you to feel all of him in short, quick thrusts and long, hard deep ones. It kept you on the edge, enjoying how Cody seemed to know exactly what you wanted before you did. His mouth was trailing down your chest, desperate to reach your breasts. He took one hardened bud in his mouth, sucking on it harshly, determined to leave as many marks on you as possible. His other hand came up to play with your neglected nipple, squeezing and twisting the nub until you were crying out loudly into his room, the noise echoing off the metal walls. He chuckled against your breast, nipping it quickly before swapping sides.

Your hands weren’t idle either, one hand slipped into his hair, tugging at the strands to get him moving to where you wanted him, to try and ease up on the marks he was giving you. It was to no avail, and you couldn’t help but feel like your nipples were getting extra sensitive, every touch, lick and caress felt like it was sending heat straight down to your centre. Your other hand explored the plains of his back, digging your nails into his strong muscles at a particularly hard thrust.

Cody raised your thigh around his hip, allowing him to push deeper into you and had you clenching hard around him. “Kriff mesh’la, you’re squeezing me so tight. Almost can’t move” he growled, rolling his hips against yours. Reaching between you, he began circling your clit in figures of 8, sending your focus flying out the window. All there was to feel was Cody, around you, inside of you. Everything was Cody and you couldn’t think of anything more perfect. “Want you to cum for me. Cum around my cock, want to feel you” he groaned, latching onto your neck as he continued to drive you to the height of pleasure.

Nodding, you wanted that too. Fuck, it was hard to think of anything else as he continued to play you like a string, strumming your clit as he drove himself into you, over and over again. Breaths becoming even shorter, you couldn’t help but drag your nails down his back as you came around him, body shaking as you released everything that you had. “CODY!” you screamed, the sound filling the room and almost leaving him deaf as your orgasm hit you so hard, you saw white.

Cody gritted his teeth, feeling how tight you had become around him, how your arousal and release leaked around his cock, dripping down your ass and onto the bedsheets below. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted to see one more. Just one more and then he’d let you rest. He wanted to make sure that you knew just how beautiful you were to him, and that you deserved as many orgasms as you wanted. And he would give them to you, anytime you asked.

It felt like you had never came down from the high, you were riding that wave painfully close as it began to get too much for you. Cody was still thrusting into you, pace slightly slower now but no less determined. You forgot how passionate and stubborn your Commander could be, and it seemed he was determined to prove that you could cum just fine when he was the one that was bringing you over the edge. Fuck, it was like you were on fire, all your nerves singing and trembling as Cody continued to fuck into you.

“Please Cody” you whined, words slurring slightly but you were sure that he understood you.

“Want me to stop, mesh’la?” he frowned, stilling instantly as he worried he had pushed you too far.

Taking some deep breaths in, you shook your head. “No… I don’t think I can cum any more… but I want you to cum… inside… please Commander” you admitted, feeling embarrassed at your words and also not wanting to spoil his pleasure. You wanted to feel him cum in you, to get that feeling that many women claimed felt out of this world, and some that didn’t feel anything. But you wanted to experience that with Cody. It was safe, you had been checked and had the implant, and all clones were told that they were sterile and couldn’t pass on their genes. You wanted him to coat your walls and claim you.

“I think you can, love. You just need the right motivation” he teased, before gathering your legs and placing each one over his shoulders. The change in angle was instant, and you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open, unable to stop the cry of pleasure as he seemed to sink deeper into you. He felt a lot bigger and deeper in this position, and you couldn’t do anything but take it as he practically folded you in half.

“There we go, love, that’s better. Look at your pretty pussy taking me in so well. You were made for me love, just like I was made for you. You never have to worry about not finishing with me, I’ll get you there as many times as you want, cyare” he vowed, thoughts becoming frayed as he was nearing his own completion, but he was determined to push you over the edge one more time. He needed to feel you strangling his cock before he came deep inside of you.

“Please Cody, I just want you, please. Whatever you want, just let me kiss you” you pleaded, trying to reach up for a kiss, but the position wouldn’t allow you to move very well.

“How can I deny such a sweet request off a beautiful woman?” he breathed, putting more of his weight on you as he briefly attached his lips to yours. It was a short kiss, neither of you able to keep it up as he thrust almost down into you now.

Now that he was almost pinning you down, his thrusts were hitting that spot inside of you that flooded your whole body with pleasure, his hips slamming into yours were as accurate as a blaster shot. You couldn’t help but clench even tighter around him as you felt another orgasm building – was this your fourth now? Kriff! He was actually trying to kill you.

“That’s it cyar’ika, one more. You have one more for me, I know you do. Come on love, I know you’re sore, just give me one more and I’ll fill you until I’m leaking out of you and onto my bed” Cody continued to whisper into your sweat soaked skin, teeth biting down into your neck as his fingers came to play with your clit, massaging your bud of pleasure.

A sensation you had never experienced before began to creep over you and your eyes shot open. (When had you even closed them?) The only time you had felt this was definitely not in a sexy situation. “Cody!” you gasped, gripping his arms as you tried to tighten your muscles around him. “Cody I can’t… I need to-I’m going to- Cody!” you stuttered, trying to hold on so that you didn’t make this situation even more mortifying as it was.

But he just cupped your face, driving another thrust of his hips into you, hitting that spot that made you almost come undone. “It’s okay cyar’ika, let go for me. It’s okay, trust me, you’ll be fine” he soothed, rubbing even more at your clit. You shook your head, eyes squeezing tight before he gently gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Let go, love, it’s not what you think. Trust me, let go for me love” he cooed, smiling at you reassuringly.

Finally you couldn’t take any more, relaxing all your muscles as his touch, his thrusts and the pure pleasure inside of you spilled over. You felt yourself release, soaking him in spurts as your orgasm hit you full on. It took the breath from you, your body unable to do anything but sink into the mattress as you continued to squirt.

Cody couldn’t do anything but groan your name, hips losing their rhythm as he thrust into you a couple more times, spend painting your walls white as he shot load after load into you.

Once he had enough brain cells, he made sure he wasn’t crushing you before gathering you into his arms and spinning around, cuddling you up into his broad chest.

“Well… I think everyone knows that I can certainly cum now, Commander” you said wryly, still catching your breath as your fingers drew nonsense patterns on his chest.

“Glad I was able to reassure them” he murmured, feeling sleep tug at him. He’d get up in a second, grab a cloth to wash you both down with. But at the moment, he was still unable to feel his legs. “You okay, cyare?” he asked softly, running warm, gentle hands up and down your back, playing with your hair occasionally.

Humming in satisfaction, you couldn’t help but nod. “Never better, Commander” you teased, pecking his pec and giggling at the thought.

“Cody” he reminded you, playfully tugging at your hair. “Come on, let me run you a shower. I need to clean you up before I make you all dirty again, love” he smirked, shuffling away from you so he could get up and head to the refresher.

“Cody, I thought you loved me. That means cuddles” you pouted, watching him in all of his naked glory as he walked across the room.

“At least let me get a cloth, cyare. Then I’m all yours” he promised, sending you a wink before he disappeared.

You sighed happily, resting your head on a pillow that smelt just like him. It was hard to believe that this morning you had woken up, thinking that today would be an ordinary day. That you would do some work, pine after Cody, do extra work, perhaps dinner, a walk around the ship before dreaming of the Marshal Commander before sleep. Never would you have thought you would admit to never having an orgasm from a partner, but then also confessing your feelings towards the man you loved and have him show you exactly what you had been missing and how a real man should treat you.

You must have dozed off between him going to the refresher and him coming back. He had a wet cloth in his hand and he gently parted your legs, running the material gently over your leaking entrance. He grabbed another wet cloth to clean any bites. But as he reached for a tub of bacta, you stopped him. “No, I want to see what we’ve done after I leave here” you murmured, voice airy and still half asleep.

“Alright mesh’la, but if they hurt, I want you to put some on, deal?” he bargained, kissing your back before putting the tub away.

“Deal, Cody, now get into bed” you chuckled, opening your arms for him to fall into. You were promised orgasms and cuddles. He had completed his mission to give you orgasms, now he needed to fulfil the cuddles part. Cody was more than happy to do that.

[ghostofaboy]

Who could have foreseen that writing a foursome would be so complicated. 🤦‍♂️

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Flufftober, Day 14

Power Bottom / “I’ve got you”

Prompt List - Kink/Flufftober Master List

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> “I’ve got you” > Cooper Howard w/ Lucy MacLean >Tags: Angst, Panic attacks > Words: 492

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It sneaks up on him; suddenly, and all at once.

Coop doesn’t expect to see a child’s room in the bunker. The walls are covered in vibrant lilac, decorated in white, lavender, and baby pink flowers. The bedding is lime green. The whole room is an eyesore, but he can’t help but linger in past the threshold the moment he sees it.

There is no getting rid of the fondness that takes root in his chest. It makes him think of Janey’s play room, of the art nook they made in the midst of all of the toys, and books, and stuffed animals. It was a little place just for her, decorated just how she wanted despite the complaints from the interior decorator him and Barb had hired.

He fancies the idea of taking a seat on the tiny twin sized bed and just taking it all in, but that’s when he notices the figure of a body beneath all of the lime green. So small it’s barely there, but it's there all the same.

And he has to look. He has to look to prove that it isn’t Janey even as he tells himself that it isn’t.

He pulls back the top of the blanket.

Dark hair, spiraled in a mass of tight little curls — there was a ringing in his ears, bright and pitchy — curls that he had unknowingly let get so bad they had to spend the day at the hair dresser — there was no air in his lungs, he couldn’t breathe — curls he had to learn how to properly care for, and maintain—

There are hands on his shoulders, pulling at him and he feels the need to fight but he can’t because he can’t hear, and he can’t breathe, and he can’t fucking move.

Lucy MacLean is there, swimming in his wavering vision as her hands come to cup his face. He wants to send her away with all of the anger and malice he possesses, but she holds his hand over her heart and breathes in deep and exhales slow.

In…

… out.

Her heart is steady against his palm.

In…

… out.

The ringing subsides as he draws a sudden breath. It’s enough to hear the aggressive, gross, wheezing as he tries to say Janey’s name.

And Lucy’s voice.

“Easy, Cooper.”

In…

“I’ve got you.”

… out.

“Breathe. That’s it.”

The panic leaves as fast as it came, and he’s left so fucking exhausted he wants to collapse. Lucy is careful with him, guiding him from the girl’s bedroom and closing the door behind them.

She handles him with softness that he doesn’t deserve, her hand so gentle and warm over his as she holds his hand to her heart. And then she smiles for him, perfect and sweet as he comes back to himself.

It’s not the first time he’s happy to have Lucy MacLean’s company, and he knows it won’t be his last.

[ourdramaqueen]

Buried in You by Ourdramaqueen

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin, Tyler Galpin/OFC(s) Summary: I Played the fool today And I Just dream of vanishing into the crowd Longing for home again But home Is a feeling I buried in you *** Melissa Etheridge - Breathe Notes: This is my fill for the Wyler Kinktober 2024 Day 14 prompt: Replacement Sex. Title and summary from Melissa Etheridge's song "Breathe". Many thanks to @itshype and @nonamemanga for helping me ensure that the structure of this story makes sense!

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[zombieheroine]

Hyperthermia

Pairing: Endeavor/Hawks Rating: Explicit Word count: 2k Summary: There's no better time to have an affair than war time, but if you ask Keigo, Enji is a bit too gentle.

[Read on Ao3] Kinktober 2023 Day 14: Orgasm Denial

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It probably made him feel less like he was having an affair, when they were just getting handsy in their temporary lodgings in between missions but didn’t go all the way. That’s what Keigo guessed Enji was thinking, at least on some subconscious level, but he was too busy being the luckiest bastard in Japan to complain – about the uncertainty, about losing sleep, about anything.

This probably shouldn’t have happened between them, but when Keigo was perched on Enji’s lap, offering himself up with the hem of his shirt in his mouth and hot hands running all over him, he could have handwaved anything.

It was dark in the empty office space where they had set up for the night. Desks had been piled into a barricade against the wall with windows before they had even arrived, leaving plenty of space to set up the air mattresses and sleeping bags.

Even when they were resting, they were still ready to jump into action when needed, so Keigo had only taken off his shoes and jacket. He was still mostly dressed, but having his belt and fly undone and the tactical shirt pulled up he felt somehow more indecent than he would have completely naked.

Enji looked at him steadily and head on, but with something like guilt in his eyes. He hadn’t stripped down completely either, just unzipped his hero suit and tied the top around his waist by the sleeves. Keigo could feel how he wanted him, even though Enji wouldn’t let him touch, his erection hot and hard against the soft spot in Keigo’s groin it pressed against. Simmering heat surrounded them, clearly coming off Enji, like a midday in July, the summer sun making Keigo want to take off the rest of his clothes.

Aroused and impatient, Keigo chewed the hem of his shirt and swayed closer to Enji, whose dark gaze followed his every movement. He was holding Keigo by his flanks, large palms pressed just over the lowest ribs. Slow and inquisitive, Enji moved his hands up and down Keigo’s sides, then all the way up and around until the tips of his fingers touched the base of the small wings and the scars there.

Keigo muffled a moan into the fabric, his wings twitching and face burning. This wasn’t what he had fantasized about. In his dreams, he had always been his best self, strong, handsome, and whole, not this – this beaten and scarred thing that made Enji hold himself back. He had wanted to be Hawks, not Keigo.

He shook his head, trying to think less and touch more. He sought relief for his own arousal by grinding down against the other man and wrapping his arms around himself, fingers digging into his arms, and the pulse of pleasure with some pain cleared all thoughts in an instant.

Enji reacted to the pressure in his lap by taking a slow, controlled breath and blowing it out like he was meditating. His hands were still sure and slow as he left Keigo’s messed up back alone and slid lower, and for a second Keigo was about to whine about it but then Enji kept going, far lower than his sides and coming to his hips, pushing into his open trousers and slipping his thumbs under the band of his boxers.

He slipped them down, just a little, enough to tease, and Keigo felt himself twitch and leak into his underwear. How long had he been hard already? Half an hour? Hours? It felt too long. He ached.

Keigo breathed through the damp fabric and rolled his hips, hoping to entice enough to get some proper relief, something hard and heady instead of this endless stroking and caressing. He let out a muffled hum and ground his hips down, his spine rigid and entire body trembling.

Only Enji didn’t budge – or rather take the hint. He took one of his deep, meditative breaths and slid his hands up again, cupping Keigo by his waist in a way that would have been enough to make him blush and swoon a week ago, but now it was infuriatingly chaste. Keigo opened his eyes – when had he closed them? – and glowered at Enji, who looked back unwavering even with desire clearly reflected back.

“Could you…” Enji started and didn’t continue, his voice a low, rough whisper, the tone needlessly calculated, as if Keigo would be intimidated otherwise.

Trying to be encouraging, Keigo kept rocking down with his hips, grinding back and forth, his own desire just as plain and insistent. He made Enji close his eyes for a second and swallow, but what he didn’t get was relief. Enji stroked circles into Keigo’s hips as if to calm him instead of gripping them harder and pulling him close, or rubbing off against him, or anything – anything! – more.

“You could put your arms around me, if you wanted,” Enji rephrased the request, not even a tremor in his voice.

If he wanted to? If? Keigo nearly opened his mouth to make a cheeky comeback. ‘Welcome to Keigo Quiz, here’s a billion-yen question: What does Keigo want right now? A: to fuck, B: to come, or C: to not touch you. Wrong answers only, apparently.’

But he didn’t want to cover any more skin than he already was, only scrambled closer to throw his arms over Enji’s shoulders. It was a good idea, the best idea, he realized as soon as he leaned forward in a way that made him sprawl over Enji’s bare chest and canted his hips just right. Moaning loud and deep into his shirt, Keigo started to grind his hips with intention, rubbing his erection against the bulge in Enji’s trousers.

For a second Keigo lost himself into the movement, just grinding heat against heat, arms hanging over Enji’s shoulders and his cheek squished against his collarbone. He moaned shamelessly into his shirt and squirmed even further out of it, wanting as much of his own skin against the other as possible, more, now, and –

Enji grabbed his hips harder, but not to pull him in, rough and strong like he would have been if he was smart enough to win in Keigo Quiz, but to stop him.

Keigo let out a frustrated sob. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“What?” he snapped and sat up, close to tearing up from pure frustration. The wet fabric of his shirt felt gross against his chest, his spit cooler than his skin.

Enji blinked at his tone, brows furrowing. “Just that… You don’t have to do that if you don’t—”

“Enji, for fuck’s sake,” rushed out of Keigo’s mouth before he had the chance to make it into something more eloquent. “You’re killing me, just gimme more already, I want it, I promise.”

Was he whining? He might have been, whining and grinding, close to begging. If that was what it took to get off, he would definitely beg. The thought made a new wave of heat rush over Keigo, and he bit his lip as he rocked his hips down, deep and firm.

Enji’s hold on his hips tightened. His jaw clenched, and finally that latent guilt burned out from his gaze. His eyes darkened and regained that steely, sharp edge they had when he saw something he wanted and went after it.

Keigo preened under the gaze.

“You want more?” Enji asked, his voice dangerously level, the calm before a storm.

Keigo shivered, his small wings flapping and feathers puffing. “Yeah,” he groaned. “I want more. I want you to touch me, I want you so badly it hurts! Come on, gimme more already, just… Just gimme something–“

“I’ll give it to you then,” Enji replied, and suddenly pulled Keigo back against him. His hand gripped Keigo by the nape to pull him into the crook of his shoulder and neck, and after placing him there he raked his fingers up into Keigo’s hair.

His face against his shoulder, Keigo opened his mouth and moaned. Suddenly his nose was full of Enji’s scent and the taste of his skin on his tongue, dark and masculine, fire and sweat. Keigo squirmed and moaned at the onslaught and had half a mind to start mouthing sloppy kisses across Enji’s neck just to taste him more.

The fingers in his hair pressed into his scalp and then took a hold of his hair, a delicious tingle rushing all over Keigo’s skin. He keened, melting into the embrace.

In one, strong stroke, Enji’s other hand went down Keigo’s back and yanked his trousers and underwear down to his thighs, then went to pull open the knot keeping his own suit up. Keigo shivered, feeling small and stunned now that he was suddenly getting what he wanted all at once, his blood rushing so hard he felt light-headed.

“I don’t mean to tease,” Enji’s muttered right into Keigo’s ear, “I just don’t want to scare you. You’re my first man, the first person period whom I really want, and I… Don’t want to mess this up. I’m still learning how to be with you.”

Keigo should have probably been paying more attention to what Enji was saying, it sounded important. Unfortunately, he was just getting his cock stroked. “You’re doing fine,” he slurred, “so, so incredibly fine right now –“

Enji huffed. Maybe out of pleasure, maybe at Keigo. Either way, Keigo didn’t really care. Enji had just fisted both their cocks in his big, hot, perfect palm and started to stroke. “Is this good?” he asked, right in Keigo’s ear.

Keigo hung onto Enji’s shoulders and thrusted into the tight grip of his fist, nearly blacking out at the sudden flood of sensation – his voice, his hand, his cock. “Yeah, that’s so good,” he heard his voice whining, shaky with pleasure.

“Good,” Enji sighed. He pressed a kiss to Keigo’s temple, a strange contrast to his fist jerking them, and way too collected compared to Keigo who was just moaning and clinging onto the ride.

He was close, so close he could already feel the release toying with him, and he would have plummeted into ecstasy already if it wasn’t for the simple steady pace of Enji’s hand.

Enji’s free hand slipped back to Keigo’s nape again and squeezed a bit, fingers digging into the knots of his muscles. “I’ll have to slow down a bit,” he said to Keigo’s horror, “I don’t want to finish too early.”

“Nooo…” Keigo whined in protest, smacking a weak fist against Enji’s chest. “I want to come already, I want to come, I need to come! Now, now, now—“

“Oh,” was all Enji said, half surprised, half something else, something dark and hungry. His grip tightened and stroked hard, and Keigo tipped over and drowned in his orgasm.

Yes, yes yes finally! he thought, maybe chanted out loud, he wasn’t sure and didn’t care. Like a tidal wave the peaking pleasure drew him empty first, the feeling starting from the very tips of his toes before crashing the wave of ecstasy all over him at once. It pressed him down under, turning him deaf and mute and only able to shiver, shake, and come, to come and keep coming even after he was sure he must have been empty already, finished for good.

The pleasure finally relented, leaving him weak and tingly all over, and Keigo simply collapsed and rolled over. He was so utterly sated that even the thin air mattress and the sleeping bag felt like a luxurious bed. He felt warm all over like bathed by summer sun, every limb light like he was floating. He wondered if this was a glimpse of nirvana.

“What the fuck?” he said, blinking towards the ceiling and giving a weak giggle.

“You sound happy. I’m glad,” Enji said by his side. When Keigo turned his head to look at him, he was offered a pack of wet wipes.

“Um… “ Keigo said as he reached out a floppy hand to accept them. “Did you finish?”

Enji tossed two used wipes into a paper bag they were using for trash. “Yes,” he replied simply before lying down.

“Goddammit,” Keigo groaned, covering his face with his hand as he cleaned himself up, “which one of us is supposed to be coming out of a decade of celibacy, huh?!”

Enji didn’t seem to be bothered, but couldn’t leave a rhetorical remark be rhetorical either. His voice was back to his usual, serious tone. “You were excited, and I’m flattered. I’m glad you could allow yourself to be so open in my presence. And you… Well, you are very attractive, so… It’s… I like being together with you just as you are, Keigo.”

Keigo snorted, giddy in the afterglow. He dropped his hand from his face and turned towards Enji. “You’d win the grand prize in Keigo Quiz,” he said.

Enji reached over to zip up Keigo’s sleeping bag for him. “Thank you.”

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Day 14: Uniform, Castiel, ART

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