#Kinktober day 14

[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.

[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.”

[holylulusworld]

Asgardian Possession – Kinktober 14

Summary: You are his.

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Kink: possessive behavior 

Rating: lightly explicit

Warnings: possessive behavior, light smut, protected sex, biting, forced voyeurism, Loki’s tricks

A/N: A short but naughty drabble.

A/N2: idea by anon

Words: 850+

Kinktober 2022

“I bet he tried to kill her.”

You glare at Clint.

“Would shut up, Barton?”

“Not for a million bucks,” Clint smirks as you try to ignore the staring contest going on between Loki, his brother, and two over-protective super-soldiers.

“Brother.”

“Thor.”

“What did you do this time? Did you try to kill Lady Y/N? Yes or no.”

“I would never try to kill my favorite pet. She’s the only one getting my humor. Plus, she makes the best food. I can’t digest the food they offer me on Midgard. Y/N always takes good care of me.”

“That’s no excuse for locking her up in your room, Loki,” Thor’s voice booms through the room. “Brother, she’s not one of your servants. Lady Y/N is a good friend to the Avengers and me.”

“She’s like a sister to me,” Loki’s eyes darken as Steve dares to step closer to you. He grits his teeth while slowly sliding his daggers out of his sleeves to press the tip of one dagger into Steve’s chest and hold the other against the super-soldier’s throat.

“BROTHER!”

“Hands off!! Y/N is my pet. No one can touch her but me,” Loki sneers as Bucky tries to step in front of you. “Last warning. Pet, come over here.”

“She’s not some animal,” Bucky grunts. “Stay away from Y/N, or you can have a taste of my fist.”

“Try me,” the raven-haired trickster gives Bucky a sinister smile. “I bet you can’t even throw a punch before you ended up losing your mind.”

“Brother, don’t,” Thor warns again. “No fighting and no illusions to mess with our allies’ minds. You promised to behave.”

“I promised not to kill them. I didn’t say a thing about keeping them from killing each other.”

Loki just loves semantics.

“Loki of Asgard. You will not use your powers on one of them,” the blonde Asgardian calls for his hammer. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll send you to…”

“Guys, can you stop fighting,” you finally speak up. “I stayed at Loki’s room on free terms. He didn’t force me to stay. Uh-we read a few books, and talked about Midgard, Asgard, and stuff.”

“Stuff. Right.”

Clint doesn’t believe a single word leaving your lips. He can see it in your eyes. You are lying to all of them to protect Loki.

“You are hiding some things from us, young lady,” your roll your eyes. Entrance Tony Stark. Your self-declared father. Or big brother. Depends on his mood.

“ENOUGH!” Loki’s hands turn blue for a moment. “Get away from my pet. Everyone knows I laid claim on Y/N and her body.”

“Loki.”

You sigh as said man wraps his arm possessively around your waistline. He glares at the men in the room to make sure you belong with him. “Darling. Let me tell them to back off.”

“I told you to stop acting like I’m your most prized possession. Stop calling me pet,” you mutter under your breath. It’s no use. Loki already made up his mind. He won’t back down now.

“I will lay claim on you whenever I want to. Pet, follow me to my chambers.”

“Room,” you correct.

“Chamber.”

You give up for now. “Fine. Bring me to your chamber…”

“Mine. That’s what you are,” Loki is like a man possessed. You didn’t get far and ended up in the communal room. On the couch. “Look at you, filled with your God.”

“Loki, we should go to your room.”

“No.”

He pins your hands above your head. “Loki,” you can only watch him move on top of you. He digs his knees into the couch, and gyrates his hips to hit that spot he always finds so easily. “Fuck.”

“Look at me,” holding his gaze you whimper. Loki looks like he’s about to eat you alive. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“’m yours…”

“Yes you are,” he growls. “Everyone will know it after tonight. Pet, be more vocal. I want you to be as loud as possible.”

You wrap your legs around his waistline and dig the soles of your feet into his ass. His pale skin seems to glow in shades of blue when he speeds up. You can already feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“I want you to cum for me,” you cry out in pleasured pain as it seems his cock just turned a little colder. “Now, pet.”

“FUCK! I … Loki! What are you doing?” arching your back you push your tits in his face. Loki greedily takes the chance to bite your tit again to leave yet another mark. “Cold!”

“YES! I will freeze your pussy if you don’t admit you are mine!”

You fear he’ll tear the condom with his powers.

“Sick bastard,” Steve still fights Loki’s influence. “Let us go or at least look away.”

“No,” Loki licks around your nipple. “I told you that Y/N is mine. You all disagreed so, here we are. Is my godlike cock inside of her cunt proof enough?”

“Brother, I’ll kill you…”

“Nah, you will watch me fuck my queen…”

Loki smirks as your eyes drift toward your friends frozen to the spot.

Loki will force them to watch you get devoured by the God of mischief.

Over, and over, and over again…

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[dddomenstarstwst1]

Day 14: Breeding kink — Ace Trappola

Warnings: sub!Ace, dom!gn!reader, mentions of m!preg, calling Ace mommy, reader's sex is unspecified, could be interpreted as a squirting strap, creampie, scratching

a/n: a character is aged-up and depicted as 18+ y/o

"W-wait! Why do you keep on calling me mommy?!" You stop moving your hips, pausing mentally. Fuck, you said it again. Ace crosses his arms, which doesn't threaten you that much.

"Uh... Because it's hot?"

"Hot?! Tsk, and why do ya sound unsure?" You chuckle, when he pouts, sliding your hands down to his hips, grabbing them. You resume your pace, going deeper than before.

"I mean, wouldn't you wanna carry my children? I think you'd be a good mommy." Ace gasps, as you brush against his prostate, looking at you through knitted brows. He shakes his head, "No? Oh, come on! It's true! You'll be such a good mommy for our babies, let me just fill you up to the brim."

Ace's tongue lolls out as soon as those words are out of your mouth. It doesn't matter that he can't possibly give birth to a child, he's simply not in the space to think clearly right now. All Ace could think about was you inside of him, real babies or not, he will gladly take on a role of a mommy.

"Gonna cum inside you, baby!" You leave a trail of kisses down his neck, Ace digs his fingernails in your spine, dragging them down. His legs tremble uncontrollably, while you fill him up, his own semen pooling on his stomach.

Ace brings you down to his level for a kiss, mumbling in between them how he's "going to become the best momma." And you believe him.

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 14: Hair Pulling(Love My Way)

warnings/kinks: dubious consent, slight somnophilia, vaginal fingering, hair pulling, reader is placed under light genjutsu, smuttiness pairings: Obito Uchiha/Tobi x Fem!Reader word count: 1k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower

You were just meant to be his teammate in the Akatsuki, but Obito found himself becoming so attached to you. From day one, he knew you would possess his every waking thought. He couldn’t find the excuses to pull himself away from you. And as time went on, you became closer to the man you thought was named Tobi. Though he was strange to the others, you found him so endearing. Obito has been filled with lots of conflicting emotions and he realizes he needs to act on them.

One night, he enters your room after you’ve gone to bed. The two of you have just returned from a long mission, and you were completely exhausted when you got back to the Akatsuki hideout. Obito left you to sleep for a bit, but he decided tonight would be the perfect night to see how you might react to his emotions. He slips into the darkness of your room and he moves closer to the bed.

You stir softly, but don’t wake up just yet. Obito is pleased with this. He wants to take his time to admire you. You are truly so beautiful to him. He knows that you might not want to be with someone so ugly as him, but maybe you don’t really have a choice. He settles on the bed beside you, and he gasps softly when he realizes you aren’t wearing anything under the covers. He takes off his gloves and slowly begins caressing your soft skin.

Your eyes flutter open, “T-Tobi?” 

He smirks, “Shhh…it’s okay.”

You whine gently as he slides the covers off of you. You are naked like he suspected, leading you to sleepily try to cover yourself. You’re desperate to keep your dignity intact, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t absolutely adore Tobi. He was becoming the person you could truly count on for anything, and this had developed into a very serious crush on the strange man. 

“Don’t hide from me,” He mumbles softly in the dark. “I want to see you.”

When you don’t remove your arms from his view, he decides to take matters into his own hands. He pries your arms off of you, You squeak at the sudden cool air blowing on your naked body.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” You watch as he begins to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down.

“What are you doing, Tobi?”

With an annoyed groan, Obito puts you under a light genjutsu. Everything feels a little more intense for you right now. Then he slowly pulls off his mask. You gasp at the sight of him. Though he is scarred, he is beautiful. The moonlight coming in through your window shows off his beautiful features to you. You are even more enamored with Tobi now than before.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Obito grunts. He pulls you in closer to him by your hair, making sure not to tug too hard just yet.

You let out a breathy moan, “I have too.”

You two meet in an explosive kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, and you can taste sake and something sweet coming from him. His hands soothe down your body, taking in the smoothness of your skin. He could easily become addicted to this. He could find himself doing nothing but fucking you all day and night if he’s not careful.

It doesn’t take him long to grab you by the back of your neck, and to maneuver you into a position where you’re on your hands and knees. He grunts when he sees your pretty ass in the air. He spanks you once, gauging your reaction to pain. He is very pleased when he hears you moaning.

“You are such a little slut, aren’t you?”

You whine, “N-no!”

He laughs, spanking you again. Then again and again, making your pretty skin all pink and heated. He loves hearing you moan like this. It’s music to his ears. He knows he’ll have you compliant, and if not, he can send you further into this genjutsu if he needs to.

“Fuck, you are so wet.” He grunts as his fingers slip into you. You let out a moan as he curls them against your sweet spot.

“You make me so wet, Tobi.”

He loves the sound of you like this. It’s so much better than he would have imagined. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you quickly, and it makes such a sweet squelching sound. His cock throbs as he feels your walls clenching around his fingers.

“So close already, hm?” Obito asks, and when you don’t answer, he tugs on your hair so you’ll pay attention to him.

“Yes! Yes!” You whine, and he spanks your ass again.

“I expect an answer anytime I ask you something.”

That would be the only warning you got on the matter. And you’ll do well to listen to this order. You don’t want to disappoint him at all. He is your senpai after all. Tobi was the one to show you the ropes, and now he was going to fuck you in any way he wants to.

He strips himself of his clothing, knowing he will perform a memory swiping jutsu on you after this. He can continue to use that on you until he is sure he can trust you fully. Then he settles between your thighs and he spreads your ass. He grunts as he sees your pretty little slick all soaked for him.

Your breath is knocked from you as he slams into you suddenly. He grips onto your pretty tresses and he tugs harshly. You can only let out pitiful moans and whimpers as Obito continues to pound you. His fingers tangled in your hair and tugging at the root just adds to all these new sensations. You’ve never been fucked like this before.

“Gonna fuck you every night,” Obito chuckles darkly. “Only you’ll never know about it.”

You can’t even begin to comprehend what he means, but maybe you don’t want to.

All you can seem to focus on is the steady pat-pat-pat of his pelvis slapping against your ass, and the way his cock seems to be so damn deep inside of you. It’s leaving you a breathless and moaning mess, which only serves to turn him on even more.

If this continues, he is surely going to fall in love with you…

[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.

[otakusheep15]

Kinktober Day 14: Begging feat. Leviathan

He’s back, and I’m happy about it! 

Content includes: gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns, no body mentioned), sub Levi/dom reader (both are implied switches), degradation, edging, sadomasochism

Levi is a very shy sub, and it is so difficult for you to get him to talk about what he likes in bed

Of course, he makes it pretty obvious in other ways, but you’d like it better if he actually voiced his wants aloud instead of making you guess

And when he tries to tell you what he wants, Levi ends up getting flustered and just telling you to do what you’d like because he enjoys any attention you give him 

At this point, the lack of communication has become a problem, and you intend to fix it

Now, you don’t wanna pressure him into talking because that would most likely cause him to shut down further

Instead, you wanna make it look natural, as if he was bringing it up on his own instead of you making him say anything 

In fact, you need to make him beg for it

Do it one night when y’all are doing a scene

Tease him, take your time, and watch his walls slowly begin to crack

Don’t touch near his hardened cock(s) until he’s on his knees, begging you to touch him more 

Get him into that state of mind where he’s so desperate, poor thing won’t even realize how hard he’s begging to go further with you

And once you do get your hand on him, edge him out until he’s shaking and whining about how he needs more from you

Edge him for as long as you’d like

Levi will become a babbling mess in no time, crying out about how much he wants to fuck you, or how much he wants you to rail him, either one

He’s also very into painplay, so turn that into your advantage as well

Slap him around a bit, use toys, be hard enough that he feels it, but not enough to get him off

In no time, Levi will be practically screaming about what he wants from you, too lost in his own pleasure to realize how hard he’s begging

Once he does give in, reward him for being such a good boy and finally expressing his wants to you 

As soon as y’all are finished and cleaned up, he’ll most likely try to hide away in embarrassment, so just gently coax him out and tell him how good he was for you

Guaranteed Levi will feel better about the whole scene after you tell him how much you enjoyed seeing him like that 

Voicing his thoughts to you still might take a while for him, but after this, Levi will certainly try his best for you

[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 14- Mutual Masterbation

Short sweet smutty orc-y goodness right here. I'm trying to play catch up because I'm a full two weeks behind. So let's see how much and how many I can churn out real quick.

Always a billion thanks to @starsandskies for her Kinktober prompts for 2022. Thank you!

Kinktober Day 14 - Mutual Masterbation

Wrork tried to lay on his side and ignore the fact that his own bedroll was next to very beautiful huntress from a sister clan. This was the first time he had seen her in her clan’s hunting party. And while he had no idea who she was in the sister clan. It was clear she was close and friends with everyone else in the party. And many sister tribes of clans often camped together and he somehow got grouped in with her and others in this tent that all the others had put their be rolls in a circle around the center fire keeping the tent warm. 

But something about her turned him on.

Usually first timers were awkward and often spooked more prey than they could kill.

But not her.

She hunted as if she had been doing this for most of her life. And she was practically adorable to top it off too. And while he felt lucky to be sleeping beside her while she laid down and appeared to be asleep on her own bed roll. His thoughts were lustful as the shadows of the flickering and dancing flames danced on the inner tent walls and all he could think of is how sexy she would be dancing like those flames were in the fire and before he could stop himself, his hand was around his cock and trying to quietly and quickly relieve his lustful needs. 

“Could your hand be any louder as it rubs your cock?” She whispered as she cracked an eye open to see him with his eyes closed and moving his arm very vigorously under his own blanket for his bedroll as he immediately froze and flushed with embarrassment that she of all people had caught him. 

“Sorry.” He apologized as he pulled his hand away only to be more mortified that his cock was practically pitching it’s own tent in his bedding as she snorted a small laugh before he, out of mortification rolled away from her. 

“Hey.” She whispered as she tapped him on his shoulder as he rolled over partially to see her on her side facing him. 

“Roll over here.” She whispered to him before he did so only to be met with her body on the very edge of where her bed roll met his own. 

“If you finger my pussy, I’ll rub your cock.” She offered before she pulled his hand that was already wet with his own precum and guided it down into her pajama bottoms to her own sex.

Only mere heartbeats later she reached out with her hand and began to stroke his cock and he could not, for the life in his body deny her or her offer as his fingers readily and greedily navigated her folds and when she pulled her knee up to rest over his hip, but also give him more access, he about fainted. He rubbed at her clit with one hand while the other’s fingers curled into her canal and went in and out of her canal with even more vigor than before. As he could see that he was bringing her pleasure.

And just as she had to bite down on her own pillow to keep her keen of pleasure silent, he could feel her clit engorge and his hands were now drenched in her essences which only got him to spurt rope after rope of cum up into his own bedroll as his face contorted as he clenched his teeth but still couldn’t help the pleasured grunt from leaving his throat. 

“There, now, sleep.” She insisted as she seemed to still be basking in the afterglow once she wiped her hands off on the shirt he had  been wearing before she pulled away and rolled away from him to fall asleep for good this time.

He could do little except lick her delectable essences off of his hands and fingers and nearly came again from the deliciousness that bloomed in his mouth and on his tongue before he finally fell asleep himself as he made a vow that if she ever wanted more of him or from him, he’d probably follow her home to her clan if she asked. Because no woman had ever tasted so good or stroked his pleasure from him so well before.

[makur0]

Day 14 - Camgirl [kuro kiryu x afab! reader]

content warnings - nsfw, mdni. penetration, recorded sex, rough sex, creampie

word count - 741

Kuro was amazing at following your request...

But there’s only so much he can take.

He didn’t mind at all if you used him for your videos, as long as both of your faces were out of view of the camera. But he did get slightly jealous when he saw the chat speed up whenever you did something absolutely sultry right in front of the viewer’s eyes.

He glanced down at you as you slowly fucked yourself on his girth, biting your lip and staring curiously at the chat, grinning. You showed off confidently how he split you open so well, your slick coating his dick.

Kuro did respect you and your choices, he really did. But can’t he just be a little bit selfish? Can’t he just have you all to himself?

Then one certain comment caught his eye, and he tensed up.

user34: that could so be me to you rn, baby

And more.

user05: bet that i can fill them up better than whoever is w them

user63: get urself a different man smh, he’s doing shit

And more.

user56: prob faking it tbh

user92: honestly gonna find ur address and stop by sugar

user14: my one and only you should definitely come w me instead of him

user78: boring

He did say there was only so much he can take.

As you were occupied with grinding against him, still reading the comments (and nervously flicking your gaze from him to the screen) Kuro checked his phone and opened your stream. Indeed both of your faces were out of the camera, only your cunt and his cock in view. Perfect.

“L’just shift over here...” He muttered into your ear, moving the two of you farther to your right, purposely grazing against your g-spot and pulling out a small moan from you. 

As soon as he got you into the position he wanted you to be, he lunged over and shoved you against the mattress. A confused noise turned into a yelp as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, arching your back as he pistoned into you relentlessly. “K-Kuro-?!”

He didn’t bother to answer, instead groaning loosely as he felt your warm walls suck him in, your slick and his precum dribbling down your shaking thighs. Soon enough your torso collapsed into the bed, slutty moans erupting out of your mouth as your cunt got demolished.

“Look.” He brought his phone up to your eyes, which was still open to your stream, and forced you to look at it. “D’yknow who that is?”

You stared confusedly, but then your foggy eyes widened as you realized that it was you two. Kuro had positioned you perfectly that the camera recorded him fucking you harshly, balls slapping against your ass. A whiny moan left you, tightening even more around his girth as the sight aroused you even more.

“Don’t close your eyes,” He hissed softly, cupping your chin and angling it to his phone. “Look at it. This is what your viewers are seeing too. Seeing me ruin you? You like that? You wanted that?”

God, he didn’t realize how much he was turning you on. If you knew that he could be this sexual, you would have used it a long time ago...

“They’re going to see me claim you,” He groaned in your ear, his movements becoming rushed and choppy as he neared his high. “That you belong to me.”

A particularly harsh thrust forced your mouth open in a silent moan, and you saw from Kuro’s phone him coming inside of you. Not only you felt his seed fill you up to the near brim, but you watched the sticky fluid burst out of your cunt and drip down, staining the sheets under him.

A shuddered whine left you again, thighs closing as you came around his cock. Feeling and seeing it... you never knew that you were into that. But by god was it so fucking hot...

Kuro peeked over your shoulder, watching the stream show his cum still seeping out as he pulled his dick out and brushed it against your ass, creating a small white streak along your lower back. This one time he was glad that his seed leaked out of you instead of staying put, ‘cause that signaled that you belonged to him, only him.

...He should do this more often, the both of you silently agreed.

[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.”

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Day 14: Uniform, Castiel, ART

Ao3 link coming soon

[suzy-queued]

Day 14: "You always look so much better when I mark you up."

Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings

[vampirefest]

[skyechild]

14 Days of Kinktober/Creature Feature 2023 masterlist

nets: @cultofdionysusnet / a/n: if you want to be tagged for certain ones please lemme know

October 1st: Boogeyman!Minho (Somnophilia & Prey/Predatory) October 4th: Dokkaebi!Jeonghan (Face fucking & Panty kink) October 7th: Werefox!Wooyoung (A/B/O & Knotting) October 8th: Vampire!Minghao (Blood play & Choking) October 11th: Demon!WooSan (Degrading, Threesome & Strength kink) October 14th: Yunho (Thigh fucking & size kink) October 15th: Fawn!Felix (Oral) October 18th: Demon king!Seonghwa (Degrading & choking) October 21st: Jeonghan x Minghao (Sensory deprevation) October 22nd: Siren!Siyeon (Oral & begging) October 25th: Minho (Birthday sex & roleplay) October 28th: Ateez (multi, select members) October 29th: Stray Kids (Multi, select members) October 31st: seventeen (multi, select members)