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idabbleincrazy · 2 months ago

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So Much for Slow

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 1056

Warnings: smut, pwp, kinktober ficlet, est. relationship, 69, oral, deep-throating, anal play

Summary: Clark wants to move things along in their new relationship.

A/N: Written for Kinktober. I tried to get more done for the month, but I just don't think it's gonna happen.

“I've told you before, Clark, you don't need to feel obligated to reciprocate.”

“I know, but, well, it just feels so good when you do it. I wanna make you feel good, too.”

“Trust me, Clark, everything you do makes me feel very good.”

“Please? Just, I don't know, guide me through it?”

Lex looked up at those wide, green eyes, and couldn't deny his new lover. Especially not when he was unwittingly asking him to play out one of his favorite fantasies, one that had played out in his mind a couple hundred times over the last four years.

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. Slide over, and turn on your side.”

Lex undressed as Clark kicked off his pants and got into the directed position. Climbing on the bed, Lex stretched out alongside Clark, head to toe, shuddering slightly at the puff of warm breath that ghosted along his hard cock. His cock that was finally about to be sucked by the mouth he had dreamed about for years.

“We'll take this slow, Clark. I don't expect you to be able to deep-throat me on your first try, so don't let it embarrass you if you can't. Just do what I do, and watch out for teeth. You may be invulnerable, but I most certainly am not.”

“Uh-huh.”

Lex smirked at Clark's loquacious vocabulary, and leaned his head forward to nose around the base of Clark's cock, one hand reaching down to trail gentle fingers over the brunette's heavy sac, the other curled over his hip to brace against. Clark whimpered and moved to mimic the motions, the first touch of hot skin on his causing Lex's eyes to flutter.

Skimming a teasing path along the long shaft, Lex flicked his tongue out over the plummy head, lapping up the drop of fluid gathered there. It took all his restraint not to buck forward into Clark's mouth as he did the same.

“That's it, baby. Told you, you would make me feel good. Now, take me in your mouth, Clark.”

Clark did as instructed, the warm cavern of his mouth enclosing around Lex's girth, tongue still swiping gently over the head. Lex followed suit, muffling a groan of pleasure as he slid his lips over Clark's cock. He tried to concentrate on blowing Clark, but the feel of his cock surrounded by the perfect heat of Clark's wet mouth left him speeding towards orgasm embarrassingly quickly. The reality of it, so much better than any fantasy he'd ever conjured of it, because it was real, because it was Clark.

Clark was moaning around him now, his own hips finding no qualms about thrusting deeper, down Lex's lax throat, knowing from experience how much the older man could handle. The taste of Lex on his tongue sparked arousal down his spine, making his cock throb in pleasure. He wanted to make Lex feel like this, wanted to taste his cum as it slid down his throat. Relaxing his throat, he slowly slid down the length of Lex's cock, swallowing instinctively when he felt the head press against the back of his throat. And, swallowing again when he heard the dampened yelp of pleasure it elicited from Lex. Pawing at Lex's hip, he urged him into movement, wanting to feel the thrusts, to feel used.

Lex suckled harder at the cock filling his mouth, fingers trailing behind Clark's balls to rub lightly at the perineum. He gave in to Clark's obvious request for movement, thrusting slowly at first so Clark could adjust. God, if this was what sixty-nine was like between them, he wasn't sure how much longer he could wait before they moved up to actual penetrative sex.

Sliding his finger along the smooth strip of skin, his calculations adjusted as Clark's legs spread slightly wider to allow better access. Maybe they wouldn't have to wait much longer, at all. Not if the moans of pleasure coming from the younger man, as Lex circled the pad of his forefinger around the puckered furl of muscle, were anything to go by.

Not long at all, considering how quickly Clark came as the tip of Lex's finger pressed into him, Lex's throat contracting around the pulsing cock in desperate swallows to not lose a drop of the thick substance he was quickly becoming addicted to.

The feel of Lex’s finger easing into him, aided by only the scant dribble of saliva that had slid down his cock, over his balls, and down between his cheeks, had him coming in record time. Clark barely kept control of his strength as he forced himself still, not wanting to cause irreparable damage to either the throat he was thrust down, or the cock spearing into his own. The feeling of being filled, both throat and ass, made him question his own sanity on why he had ever wanted to take this slow.

Coming back into focus, Clark tightened his grip on Lex’s hip, letting instinct take over again, mouth sliding up and down the thick cock. Lex's mouth was still on him, tongue licking up along the shaft as it tried, in vain, to soften. That finger was still there, barely moving, still wonderful, as he relaxed into its foreign touch.

Lex lost the fight as the slightest graze of teeth scraped the head of his cock, the added thrill of muted pain triggering his climax. Stiffening against Clark's hard body, he let his release flood that perfect mouth, pleased at the moan Clark made as he swallowed him down.

Minutes passed in a haze of hormones, breathless panting the only sound filling the bedroom as both men came down from their mutual high. Letting Clark's still-hard cock slip from his mouth, Lex eased his finger gently from the snug grip of Clark’s ass. His own cock was released, pitiably, and he found himself quickly manhandled right-way-up, head hitting the pillow before he could blink.

Clark captured his mouth in a deep kiss, their tastes mingled as tongues twined in a sloppy, passionate dance. His arms wrapped around Lex, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Thank you.”

Dumbfounded, and a little cum-drunk, Lex accepted the gratitude unthinkingly.

“I told you, Clark, I'd do anything for my friends.”

“Well, in that case, maybe there's another favor you could do for me?”

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@leatafandom

#clex fanfic #smallville fanfic #lemon #clex #kinktober

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ourdramaqueen · 25 days ago

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Painting His Wife in Watercolor by Ourdramaqueen

Rating: Explicit Fandom: Wednesday Pairing: Wednesday Addams/Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams/Bianca Barclay/Tyler Galpin (implied) Summary: She can feel the intruder’s breath against her ear as he says in a raspy voice, “A young lady like you really shouldn’t be sneaking around darkened rooms in stranger’s houses all by herself.” Her captor’s hand travels from her face to her throat, squeezing just enough to make her feel a hint of danger. “There’s some sick people out there,” he continues, his hand wandering lower until it rests over her heaving bosom. “Besides,” he murmurs, puffs of breath trailing her skin as he noses down her neck, the brush of his lips on her skin sending a shiver down her spine, “your esteemed husband might get the wrong impression.” “Or the correct one,” Wednesday breathes, twisting just enough in her captor’s embrace that she can grab onto the back of his neck and pull him into a passionate kiss that leaves them both moaning. Notes: This is my fill for the Wyler Kinktober 2024 Day 23 prompt: Cuckolding.

Read it on AO3

@wylerkinktober

PS: I do have a fill for day 22 (which will most likely be my final Wyler Kinktober 2024 contribution), but ended up not having enough writing time to finish both stories in time, so I decided to concentrate on this one which was flowing better. I'll post day 22 as soon as possible!

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teleiapotami · 1 year ago

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Synched Calendars

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Ship: Natsu x Lucy

Tags: Fluff, One Shot, Modern AU, Best Friends

Summary: The dangers of sharing a calendar with a man with no boundaries are varied.

Notes: Fluffy little one-shot to cleanse the palate during think Kinktober.

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Natsu’s ears twitched at the sound of Lucy’s gentle giggle. He glanced back from his spot in line, frowning slightly when he saw a green-haired stranger leaning against the wall, flirting with his best friend. Worse, Lucy was covering her mouth with her fingertips, stifling the genuine laughter the man was drawing from her. It was a habit she fell into whenever she was trying to be cute.

He pushed the jealousy from his mind and focused on his task. Stepping up to the counter, he ordered the snacks Erza had sent him to fetch, then stepped out of line to wait some more. Lucy’s giggle floated across the room to him again. His brow furrowed as he watched the two of them trade phones. “Aw, what the hell,” he grumbled.

Unbidden, Gray’s most recent advice floated to the front of his brain. “You gotta speak up man. Lucy’s too smart to wait for you forever, and sooner or later, someone will snatch her out from under your nose.” Natsu crossed his arms, his frown deepening.

“Sir? Your order is ready.” Natsu shook himself out of his thoughts and looked up, grunting his thanks to the clerk. She gave him a wary smile before turning back to her work. Natsu rejoined his friends, pushing his irritation aside. The stranger was gone, and he refused to let his existence ruin a movie night with his friends.

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“I don’t know, I thought it was pretty scary,” Lucy argued, still keeping her arms wrapped around herself where they’d been since the first jump scare of the movie.

Natsu rolled his eyes. “Yeah, but you get scared when your curtains blow too hard.” Lucy smacked him, laughing.

“Oh, hang on, sorry,” she mumbled when her phone dinged. She turned away from the group, leaving them to argue over the predictability of the outcome. Natsu watched her smile slightly and type something into her phone before she returned to the conversation.

“Everything okay?” he asked when she returned to his side. She nodded quickly, waving him off. His own phone dinged with a calendar alert, and he dug it out, glancing at it.

Synched Calendar Update!

Saturday, 4 P.M.

Date with Noah.

He frowned, swiping his phone open and punching the calendar app. The event was colored soft pink, marking it as one of Lucy’s events.

“Natsu? Come on, we are heading outside,” Erza called.

“Huh? Yeah, I’ll be right there. I just need to run to the bathroom,” he called, shoving his phone into his pocket. He watched the group move on, shooting Lucy a grin when she glanced back at him before following Gray out into the parking lot. Scanning the room, he found the green-haired head easily and made his way over.

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Natsu rejoined the group, grinning brightly. “Hey, sorry. Line was longer than I expected,” he offered, stepping up beside Lucy. “So does anyone else want to go get something to eat?”

Lucy wrinkled her nose at him. “You literally ate two extra-large popcorn and three boxes of Hot Tamales!”

“So?” He didn’t see her point. She made an annoyed sound in the back of her throat. Her phone rang suddenly, pulling her away from the group again. He tried to listen to her conversation, but Gray grabbed him in a headlock, digging his knuckles into his scalp.

“Really? No, I didn’t mean to keep a secret…it just….I wasn’t sure myself. Well, thanks Noah….yeah.” Lucy hung up with a sigh, then turned and glared at the puff of dust that had become Natsu and Gray.

“Natsu! Can I talk to you?” His scruffy pink head popped up and he shoved Gray away, jogging over to her.

“What’s up?” he said innocently. Lucy grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him around the corner to the relative privacy of an alleyway.

“Natsu, did you just tell Noah that we are dating and cancel my date?”

“Yeah, why?” He crossed his arms and cocked his head. Lucy’s eyes flashed angrily.

“Why would you do that?!”

“What do you mean? Because you shouldn’t go out with other people when you’re already mine, obviously,” he said matter-of-factly. Lucy growled, pushing him.

“When exactly did we start dating?! I don’t remember ever saying I wanted to be with you!”

Natsu smirked at her and stepped closer. “Don’t you though? Cause I want to be with you,” he said quietly. Lucy took a step back, finding her back against the wall. He cupped her cheek gently and leaned down slowly. Lucy’s breathing hitched and she trembled.

“N-Natsu….don’t,” she whispered, covering his lips with her fingers gently. “I…I need time to think, okay?” He stepped away, swallowing his disappointment, and nodded once.

“Sure…yeah, I get it. Sorry. Find me later if you need to talk I guess,” he said softly, then left her alone, returning to the group. Lucy watched Gray elbow him and asked something, which Natsu shrugged off.

Of course she wanted to be with him. She had for as long as she could remember, but the idiot never seemed to notice her. Her hesitation was based solely on the fact that he had gone out of his way to cancel a date without talking to her about it at all.

Turning her options over in her mind, Lucy unlocked her phone and looked down at the calendar. She could call Noah back and explain the situation, going on the date with him solely to punish Natsu….or she could be with the man she’d wanted for years. Sighing, she swiped on the event to edit it.

Across the lot, Natsu dug his phone out once again, opening the notification.

Synched Calendar Update!

Saturday, 4 P.M.

Date with Natsu.

Lucy’s delicate fingers slipped between his own as he read the update. He glanced over at her and smiled, leaning down to kiss her golden head. “Thanks…for giving me a chance.”

#fairy tail nalu #fairy tail fanfic #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #natsu x lucy #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #creative writing #archive of our own #fairy tail #one shot #nalu fluff #fluff

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starstruckkittensweets · 1 year ago

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"Control" | Zeke x Reader (Kinktober 2023)

Collaring - Zeke Jaeger

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Reader Words: 1.6k

A/N: Don't look at me. I said—I SAID DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT ME OK?! I don't know what came over me with this! I've had the words "collaring" and "Zeke Jaeger" next to each other for the better part of over a year and finally said to myself, ".....Eh, I'll see what I can do." Thus this piece was born. (Also I wanted to challenge myself to write for a character I don't really simp for.) I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, canon au, collars and leashes, slight power play, oral sex (m. receiving), smoking, established safe words (color system)

“You look so pretty like this, you know?”

It takes every bit of strength in your body, every bit of self-control you can muster not to yank your head away and spit in his face. He looks so fucking smug sitting there above you, lips twisted into a smirk, a lit cigarette hanging between his fingers. His other hand is wrapped around a leather leash, the other end connected to the black collar sitting snugly around your neck.

But the second you move he’s tugging at the leash, his boot coming to rest between your thighs. You struggle to swallow against the thick band of fabric; the pressure is light for now, but it still makes your head spin.

“Fuck you.”

“You will be soon enough, sweetheart.” He takes a drag from his cigarette, eyes rolling into the back of his head, before blowing a stream of smoke directly in your face. You fight the urge to cough, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so rattled. “Just be patient.”

Fuck being patient. He’s always been like this, making you all hot and bothered, waiting for your panties to grow damp and your thighs to squeeze together, before he just…stops. Leans back in his chair like the god he thinks he is, waiting for you to make the next move. And knowing all too well that you just fucking can’t, not when he’s quite literally holding the reins in his hands.

Meanwhile, your own hands are bound together in front of you, a matching black band secured around your wrists. He always makes sure to put this one on before the actual collar. Can’t have you thinking you could take control of the situation, huh?

“Come closer.”

“I can’t.” Your eyes dart down to where is boot is still poised between your thighs.

“Sure you can.” His eyes never lose that glazed look as he flicks the ash of his cigarette over the arm of the chair. “You can do it, I know you can.”

Another curse lingering on the tip of your tongue, you begin to shift closer to him on your knees; gritting your teeth when his boot presses firmly against the apex of your thighs. He never lets up on the pressure; why would he, when he’s oh so clearly enjoying the look on your face?

Fucking bastard.

You rest your hands on his thigh, finding it much easier to focus on the creases of his shirt instead of his eyes. Trying your damned hardest not to think about the steely shade of them, or the way the glow of the candlelight bounces off the rim of his glasses. He knows all too well how you feel about those damn glasses of his, smirking at every subtle squeeze of your thighs. You’re so cute when you think he’s not looking.

He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you closer to his lap. Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to massage your scalp, surprisingly gentle with every touch. “What’s your color?”

“Green.”

“Mm, good girl.” And it’s hard not to whine when he leans back in his chair, taking another puff of his cigarette. Spreading his legs even wider, giving you a full view as he adjusts himself in his seat. “Go on, then. You know what to do.”

As much as he belittles you and teases you, blows his damn cigarette smoke in your face and laugh whenever you get annoyed, Zeke knows he can trust you. Whether it’s on the field, running simple errands in town, or pleasing him behind closed doors, he knows you’ll do your damn hardest to get the job done.

You work quickly and silently, fingers loosening the buckle of his belt, pulling open the flaps of his pants. The only sound being your own heartbeat in your ears, maybe a soft hum from the man above you. One hand is light and gentle on your head, gathering your hair out of your face; while the other gives a short but firm tug on the leash, reminding you of the task at hand. You glare up at him, running your tongue along your lips.

“I’m working on it—maybe you’re the one who needs to be patient…”

“Bite your tongue, or I’ll make you leave after this.”

You scoff, “Keep telling yourself that, sir.” As if he doesn’t enjoy returning the favor every now and then; doesn’t moan and whine when you squeeze your thighs around his head.

He’ll never admit it, but you know he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him.

He groans when you take his cock in your hands, nails dancing along the swollen tip, licking your lips at the bead of cum at the slit. Luckily he doesn’t have to order you around at this point—you already know what’s expected of you.

The paper lining of his cigarette becomes sweaty in his grip, flecks of ash dribbling to the floor at the first brush of your tongue against his tip. You can’t fit all of him in your mouth (you’ve tried too many times before, and he’s laughed at every single attempt you’ve made), so you opt to go slowly. Take him in bit by bit, savor the taste of him in your mouth. Suppressing a smirk when he starts to whine at the ghost of your fingers over his cock.

“Not too slow,” he bites out, and it’s so fucking cute how he thinks he’s still the one in charge here. When you quite literally have him in the palm of your hand. “Pick up the…pick up—fuck…”

He’s seething now, breathing hard through his nose as you begin to move your head back and forth. Both hands are locked on the arms of the chair, cigarette long forgotten on the floor. His hips lift off the seat cushion, and his cock twitches as your throat constricts around him.

Tears springing into your eyes as you glare up at him, lips so pretty around the base of his cock.

Your name gets caught in his throat as you sink your nails into his thighs, your mouth relentless against his cock. The sight of you on your knees for him is something he’ll never get tired of—fuck, so why is his vision getting spotty all of a sudden? He should be used to the feeling of your mouth around his dick by now, right?

You pull away just for a moment, stroking his cock with your hand, licking your swollen lips. Enjoying the blissed out look on his face with a smirk; knowing that you’ll be the only person in the entire world who will ever see him like this. The only person who can manage to bring the great Zeke Jaeger to his knees.

“Maybe I should just…stop.”

And suddenly your hand freezes around the base of his dick, fingers slick with spit and precum. Zeke glares down at you from behind his glasses, and you wonder if he realizes he’s still bucking himself into your hand. It’s all the same with him; talk a big game but still so desperate to come.

“What do you say, huh? You gotta be patient after all, don’t you?”

His lips are parted, but you’re not interested in hearing any of his smart-mouth answers. So instead you slide your mouth over his cock once more, hollowing your cheeks, making sure to take him in as deep as you can manage. And it’s not long before he’s groaning like a bitch in heat, squirming in his fancy armchair, tilting his head back with a moan.

“Fuck, you’ll be…the death of me, you know that?”

You know. You always have, but it’s still nice to hear him say it out loud.

His cock twitches violently against your tongue; he’s close, you can tell by the way his thighs tense around your head. One hand flies into your hair, bringing you even closer as he thrusts into your mouth with a whine. He’s seemed to have forgotten the leash entirely, preferring to yank on your hair when he calls out your name.

And then he goes rigid under your touch, moaning low in his throat as he spills himself down your throat. Both of you struggling to breathe, lightheaded and exhausted. But you still take the time to clean him up, savoring the salty taste of his cum before tucking himself back in his pants with a kiss.

He’s still breathing hard when you straighten yourself up, straddling his lap with your chest pressed against his own. One swift yank of your wrists, and the band holding them together gives out and falls to the floor. (It’s alright, Zeke has plenty of others in his office.) The black leather leash swings back and forth from your grip, your fingers already toying with the buckle of the collar around your throat.

“You’re a menace.”

“I know,” you reply cheekily, leaning in to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “My turn now, right?”

He grips your jaw then, thumb and forefinger pressing into your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss. Not even minding the taste of his cum lingering on your tongue. “You want the chair? Or on your knees? Tell me how you want it, sweetheart.”

“Actually, I want to try something different. I think you’d look good in this…”

The collar falls from your neck with a snap, and you catch it with a quick swipe of your hand. You can almost see the wheels in his head turning, the glint of his eyes behind his shiny glasses; and it’s hard not to get too excited when you feel the familiar bulge pressing into your inner thigh.

“Wanna try it on for me?”

#zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger #kinktober 2023 #star's kinktober 2023 #zeke jaeger smut #smut #aot fics

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ao3feed-jaydick · 1 year ago

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The Radiant Glow of Forever

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51176497 by cadkitten The soft spray of saltwater hit Jason's face, his arms, coating him in a soothing, clinging sensation. Leaning back against the side of the lighthouse, he cupped his palm around the flick of his lighter, listened to the stth, stth, stth of the wheel until it sparked and flame flicked to life. Touching the cigarette to the flame, he watched as it caught, pulled in three quick little puffs, and then straightened back up. Words: 2911, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd Relationships: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd Additional Tags: Oviposition, MONSTER FUCKER, Lighthouses, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Lighthouse, Bottom Jason Todd, Non-Human Dick Grayson, Sea Monsters, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Masturbation, Smoking, Kinktober read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51176497

#IFTTT #AO3feed #Jaydick #DC

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fandom-puff · 4 years ago

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Kinktober day 3- Cock-warming

Pairing: sirius black x reader

“You want to what, darling?”

You shuffled your feet and looked at the ground, your face heating up indignantly. “Just an idea,” you mumbled. “I-I read it in a muggle magazine. S’fine if you don’t fancy it,”

Sirius frowned and tilted your chin up. “I’m game, love, don’t worry about that. So... you want me to put my cock in you... but not move?”

You nibbled your lip gently. “I... basically, yeah. Like cuddling but even more intimate... knowing us two, we’ll probably end up shagging, but... well... thought it’d be nice,” you shrugged. Sirius smiled gently and kissed your forehead.

“That sounds lovely, pet,” he hummed, kissing you gently. “C’mon. Shall we get undressed?” You had matching grins as you undressed, slipping under the sheets, your back pressed into Sirius’s front. “Shuffle down a bit for me love,” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. You nodded and moved, gasping slightly as you felt him probe your entrance gently. He slowly slid into you, groaning lowly as he bit your shoulder gently. You felt around, finally clasping his hand in your and bringing it up to kiss his knuckles gently.

“This is odd...” you murmured, so used to him fucking you, or at the very least thrusting slowly. “Good kinda odd though,” your breath hitched as you leaned back to kiss him, your hand snaking up to clutch his glorious dark locks.

“You’re fucking perfect, YN,” he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “I love you,” he whispered and you shuddered slightly, pushing back into him, your walls throbbing slowly around his engorged prick. “Merlin, darling... you make me feel so bloody good... even just lying there all pretty, doing nothing,”

You laughed breathlessly, thighs quivering. “Believe me, Sirius... there is a lot of effort going into this right now... I feel as though I’m about to explode,”

He grinned wolfishly and nibbled the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Oh really?” He grinned. “So if I was to say... rub your clit...”

“I’d probably come very quickly,” you grinned, clenching deliberately around him now.

“Oh really?” He asked, his hand now snaking doen your belly. “I think I’d like to put that to the test,”

And just like that, he pinched your clit, twisting slightly. You gasped, arching your back and pushing your arse into him, spasming around his cock as you came, causing him to moan out your name into your ear as you milked him of his seed.

Shuddering, you felt Sirius slip out of you, and whined from the loss. “Sirius...” you pouted.

“Sorry love,” he said, grinning lopsidedly. “But as much as I loved that, I don’t think I would’ve lasted very long with my cock in your lovely cunt,”

#sirius black x reader smut #sirius black x y/n #sirius black x you #sirius black smut #sirius black #harry potter #imagine #harry potter imagine #smut #fandom puff's kinktober

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elvisabutler · 2 years ago

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call me on the line

summary: olivia is off shooting a movie. you're doing your own thing on another set. olivia is a little needy but you know just what she needs. fandom: olivia dejonge | elvis 2022 pairing: olivia dejonge x gender neutral reader rating: m. word count: 1385 warnings: masturbation ( f ). long distance relationship. dom/sub. implication of orgasm denial. implication of overstimulation. use of the word princess. author's note: welcome to day eleven of kinktober phone sex with sub! olivia dejonge. i like this one a lot better than last night's one. i don't have much to say about this beyond i hope y'all enjoy because i really liked writing this. also this was kind of angsty i didn't mean it to be. oops. also yeah the mermaid fic is gonna be even later. i got real distracted watching top gun maverick.

"You're late." Olivia lets out a nervous laugh when she finally gets the call she's been waiting for all day.

"Crew meeting ran super late, but you know how that is, Liv." You attempt to reassure her, after all you hadn't meant to have her on edge like this. "Were you waiting by the phone?

You have a feeling you know the answer but you want to hear it from your girlfriend's lips, you want her to admit that she definitely was waiting by the phone.

"No, I wasn't." She answers sounding a bit whiny, like she knows she's lying and that it's going to get her in trouble but you had promised to call her at 6PM and now it was 8PM and she knows she has an early call time the next morning.

On your end of the phone, not that she can see it, your eyebrows shoot up. Your baby girl, your precious girl was lying to you. Oh, that wouldn't do at all. You had thought to make up for it you might make this a Facetime call but now, oh no, now Olivia deserved something different.

You hum and let out a puff of air. "What have I told you about lying to me, Princess? Hm? What have I told you that I never want you to do?"

There's silence on the other end for a long enough period of time that you almost think Olivia's hung up before you hear her speak her voice sounding small in a way you've never heard it before. "You said to never lie about how much I want you. How much I need you."

Oh. She's that needy today. Your tone shifts to something warm while also a little bit commanding. "That's right, Princess. I told you that if you needed me, if you wanted me you'd have to tell me. Is my Princess wishing I was there?"

"Y/N-" She starts, dragging out the last bit of your name. "You know I am. I wanted- last night you promised but we both fell asleep."

"Ah ah. I'm not a mind reader, Princess." You pause, and shift a little in your chair, the cushion suddenly feeling a bit too hugging. "Have you touched yourself?" A beat as you listen for a rustle of fabric. You hear it. "Are you already?"

Olivia does not want to answer, you can tell from the way her breathing quickens and she becomes suddenly very still, making sure no rustling of fabric can be heard. It takes a minute before she finally answers. "Yes. I've- I wanted to make sure I was wet for you, wet for when you told me to touch myself."

You gasp a little at the image, at the image of Olivia on her sheets, vibrator between her legs, wishing it was you playing with her and it. A growl colors your next words. "How wet are you, Princess?"

There's a gulp on her end before she shakily answers as she puts the phone closer to her cunt, close enough that you can hear her fingers sliding into herself. "Very."

You can't help the way you breathe in sharply at the noise, at how obscene your girlfriend touching herself sounds over the phone when you can't see it. You almost tell her to hang up and make this a video call but you realize maybe that's the fun of it. Maybe the fact that you're having to picture her pretty fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, playing with her clit, her playing with a vibrator or any number of things. If your teeth dig into your lower lip, Olivia doesn't realize it and doesn't comment on the fact that she can probably hear it.

"You shouldn't be touching yourself without my permission, Princess." You say a little shakily before clearing your throat. "You know better."

"You didn't call on time." She says simply and you can hear the pout in her voice, you can picture it vividly. She realizes what she's just done as soon as she's said the words though, and attempts to backtrack. "I just wanted- I missed you. I miss being able to come with you touching me. I miss your mouth on my clit, on my nipples, I-"

"How much did you miss it?" You ask, your own hand drifting down to between your legs. You're not going to touch yourself, not like Olivia is, but you know you need some form of touch to focus. "Have you already come once? Or are you just that needy for me? So needy that you've been dripping all day on set? Ruining those panties I bought you before we left Australia?"

She keens as she answers, a low broken sound just from the question. "I- Both. I already came once but- I've been wet all day, I dreamed about us, dreamed about that last night. Remember? Remember when you had your head between my legs?"

A laugh escapes you sounding surprisingly sinister. "You mean when I had your thighs crushing my head and I bit that pretty little clit of yours so hard you screamed? Princess, tell me you're touching yourself. Tell me if I remember that night with you on the phone right now you'll come for me. You'll be my obedient little Princess."

"Only for you. I'll- Please." She takes it as permission, her fingers playing with her clit, rubbing it slowly for right now, ready to increase her speed the more you talk. "You'll do it with me?"

"No, not tonight. Tonight's about you. I left my Princess needy, I've got to treat her right." You pause before you continue. "You squirted on my face. I remember we had to put the sheets in the wash and you were so embarrassed. Turned red all over like I bet you are right now. I think I lost track of how much you came. What was it, Princess? Three? Four?"

"Five!" She practically shouts before letting out a low groan. "I couldn't- that last one, those last two I was so oversensitive. I couldn't- it hurt a little."

"A lot, I remember having to carry you to the bath and you practically jumped when I tried to clean you up down there." A pause. "Are you close, Princess? Were you close when I called you?"

A whimper. "I- I was, please don't be mad. I'm- god I'm right there, Y/N."

You lower your voice to a whisper. "I'm not mad, not even disappointed. But you know what you can do for me, Princess? What I want my gorgeous Princess to do for me?"

"What? I'll do anything, just let me cum, please."

You let out another downright sinister laugh before you hum. "That's what I want. Just come for me. Come so that I can hear those pretty noises. Hear your whiny little moan."

That does it for her, that sends her barreling toward her release and has you having to breathe through your nose, trying not to focus on your pleasure, the pleasure you want to enjoy hearing that whine escape her lips, hearing your name in choked out syllables fall from her lips. All you hear is breathing for a good five minutes, Olivia must have been struggling to reach her orgasm if she was taking this long to recover and your heart twists a little with the knowledge. When she finally speaks, your heart twists once more.

"When can I come see you? When are they going to give you some time off from everything?"

You sigh. "Next month. Babe- let's not talk about that tonight. Have you taken a bath? You want to take one after this? I know you're probably tired."

She's always tired after she orgasms, but you really just want to make sure you give her aftercare even if you aren't there. "I can run one. Can we- Can we switch to FaceTime? I want to see you."

"Sure." A pause. "Go run it and I'll call you in just a minute, okay. I've got to get on something more comfortable. Love you."

A hum is the only answer you get back as you hear the water running before she hangs up. This time you actually call back within a minute.

#olivia dejonge #olivia dejonge x reader #olivia dejonge smut #olivia dejonge x you #olivia dejonge fanfic #olivia dejonge fic #olivia dejonge x y/n #elvis 2022 #i think that might be all the tags?#kinktober 2022 #ally's kinktober 2022

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unohanadaydreams · 3 years ago

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Notes: Okay, so this was very fun to write. I had to sit for like a week and decide where I wanted this to go and I still changed my mind, but for the better. It’s been a long time since I wrote something so disorienting and in the vein of being a ‘thriller’ but it was SO fun.

Made for @cyancherub‘s wheel of misfortune collab! Which you should all check out if you’re interested in reading kinktober pieces from other fandoms (and a few Bleach ones as well!) Be warned there are dark content pieces in the collab.

Features: Smut, angst, horror, dubcon, and eventual consensual bliss. Pretty disorienting in the latter half.

(H)Ichigo + Overstimulation + Hearing Voices

Placebo ~ (H)Ichigo / F!Reader

“So nice to meet you,” she said with a wink. “Tell Kurosaki you two are still invited to the next party! He’s so bad at answering texts, you know?”

You didn’t know.

“Yeah, of course. Nice meeting you as well, Miss Matsumoto.”

“Miss! Seriously, you’re just too cute. Isn’t she, Hisagi? Anyway, see ya, sweetie pie—lot’s of stores to get into before vacation ends!”

You gave a pathetic goodbye as she threw her purse toward the man behind her and laughed at his fumbling arms and squeezing his shoulder fondly. From the gloss of her hair to the sleek finish of her stilettos, she was a polished fantasy made for the yearning of others. Eyes followed her as closely as the man hugging her bag. Even yours.

Each trip to Karakura town brought someone as otherworldly as her, talking about Ichigo more than they talked to you. You didn’t know where Ichigo met her or the man with 69 brazenly tattooed against his cheek, but you knew it’d be left a mystery.

Maybe each new face would feel less like a sting if Ichigo would just…tell you. Anything. Even a lie. At least with his schoolmates there was a comfortable explanation. Photos pulled from old flip phones and yearbook pages. But all the rest were unexplained, hanging on his shoulders like ghosts as he shrugged the conversation away.

You hated coming here. It made you feel as though the man you loved were split in two. One open, truthful, and pressed close. The other one always out of reach, but only to you.

“I hear the voice.”

You tug at the orange mess of Ichigo’s hair, his mouth releasing from your thigh, the ‘pop’ of relieved suction swirling your hips.

Brows furrowed, Ichigo closed his eyes, his panting growing quiet.

“What is it saying?”

Closer, the voice’s giggle lapped at your right ear. The warm fog of breath widened your eyes. The unseen hands clutching your shoulders, traveling to encircle your breasts gave a horrible, erotic thrill. It spoke again, high-pitched and echoing off the walls.

Ichigo sat up completely as you curled into yourself and twisted to ward away the tongue that has squirmed around your ear.

Another puff of air hit your face, the hands curled around you tightening their grip until you were physically dragged back, screaming.

No one was there.

Ichigo called your name before whirling you away, his arms lunging through empty air.

“What is it? What are they saying?”

You shook your head and came to kneel beside him, shaking hand searching out the heat of an invisible body.

Ichigo said your name again, soft, catching your hand and pressing it to his chest. Gathering you in his arms, Ichigo physically turned you from your fruitless search.

His rough palm against your back made your mouth dry. Made you think how familiar felt less comfortable than moments before.

“It just kept saying your name.”

“What?”

You pushed away, searched his gaze, entwined your fear with his, and rest assured that this was truly shared.

Again, he said your name.

And you said his.

“Ichigo.”

The two pajama clad teenagers peeking at you through a barely-open door clamored away when you spoke. The boy’s nose caught between the sliding paper door and frame, his yell causing Ichigo to rush back. Until he saw the cause of commotion, a groaning boy being consoled by a dour girl. Seeing you safe, he left.

He disappeared down the same hallway as before, shadows swallowing him from your reach.

When you’d asked where you’d been brought in the early morning, starlight not yet replaced by sun, Ichigo’s face fell to the concrete.

“Urahara Shoten,” he’d mumbled. “It’s just a candy shop, but the owner…he’s helpful.”

The conclusion fell lame to your already low expectation. You were being haunted—by a ghost or your own madness—and Ichigo was tugging you toward a fucking candy shop. Still, he stood beside you. And that had to be enough, right? That his fingers interlocked yours like he was losing you. That he wasn’t letting go.

Mr. Hat and Clogs was a firm slap across the face, leaving you caught between giggles and hyperventilation. Fan tapping your nose, he gave a selling smile and bid you to sit. Another man, built large and flawlessly polite, offered you tea.

The steam rising to caress your face smelled of Hojicha for a wonderful moment, before the damp heat solidified into living breath.

Instead of shattering when dropped, the delicate cup was caught by a perfectly flat hand. Tessai smiled small, his thin glasses resting on the tip of his russet nose.

“Perhaps you’d enjoy an iced blend,” he said, smoothing a hand over his thick braids. “The same flavor, but stronger.”

You agreed. “That does sound better, thank you.”

The ceiling is dappled in shadow, delighting your imagination as you refuse to sleep. For the first time in two trips back to Ichigo’s home, you’d let him have it.

After leaving the Urahara Shoten, his refusal to face you snapped your patience.

“Who was that man, Ichigo? Who was he really?”

His brown eyes were focused somewhere far away, searching for something the murk between street lamps had yet to reveal.

“A doctor.”

You tugged his arm until he saw your tears, “Your father is a doctor and there’s hospitals a-and…he worked in a candy shop!”

“It’s a long story. But he gave me these.”

Shaking his arm, your face wet, you felt yourself drowning in all the long stories he refused to tell. The orange bottle he held across his body, his free hand twirling it to emphasis the pills inside, was without label.

“…Sleeping pills.”

The bottle disappeared and you felt hands steading you, kneading your waist, squeezing you upright. Ichigo’s hands were in his pockets.

“Yeah.”

Yeah.

You calmed before entering his family home, his sisters teasing their brother for being such a romantic and taking a walk at dawn.

The day crawled, space enough for another settling between you and Ichigo.

You accepted the bright yellow pills when Ichigo insisted, placed it under your tongue, and went to bathe alone. Watching it dissolve down the drain, you tried to brush the taste of sugar out of your mouth.

The taste was persistent, present after brushed teeth, mouthwash, and hours lying in the dark.

Only when you began to drift did you feel…it. The moist twitching of a tongue slipping up your neck, lathing your earlobe and tugging your flesh inside a hot mouth. You flopped to your side and reached for Ichigo with the arm that wasn’t trapped under you body, too late. An invisible arm jammed between you and the mattress grabbing your grasping fingers, fisting them against your chest.

Ichigo

The other hand reached over your body, skating circles over your soft stomach until your knees pressed together. They dipped lower, under your pajama pants, under your undies, and wormed between your shaking thighs.

Ichigo

A nibble to the thin skin below your jaw made you scream. Only the wheeze of your effort to be heard filled the air. Too silent, you suffered the onslaught as Ichigo began to stir. Too late.

Gotch’yer queen, Ichigo

Smiling, Ichigo reached for you, mumbled ‘good morning’, and lifted your thigh, slid between them. Your open-mouthed horror mistaken for pleasure, he assisted the nameless thing in slipping between your swollen lips.

Their hands seemed the same as you regained your voice, moans puffing between their working mouths. Ichigo’s voice merged with the disembodied encouragement until they sounded the same.

Fingers circling your clit and Ichigo thrusting to fill you, their mouths overwhelming your neck, their hands tugging you faraway, you fell somewhere familiar. An invisible hand sealed over your mouth as you finally screamed in full.

Coming in Ichigo’s arms, a shaking, sobbing mess, you felt the epiphany disperse.

Alone, his embrace felt cold.

Days pass, Ichigo flickering like a flame at night, always in tandem with a voice that calls his name as it swallows you whole.

“Tell me why you believe me,” you say, pill in your hand, standing in front of Ichigo where he’s sat on the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you think I’m crazy.”

“I know you’re not crazy.”

You let the pill slip to the floor. “How?”

Instead of silence, another reigns the moment after, their voice shrill in its distortion.

“He knows aaaall about ghosties. Seen him since he was a cute lil’ kid.”

The echoing laughter overshadows Ichigo’s sigh and you fall to the floor, feeling insane as you laugh with it.

“Who are all these people you know, Ichigo?” you say in a rasp. “Where do you know them from?”

Everything whirls, draining into black as Ichigo kneels in front of you, as he kisses you, distracting you from the smear of color the room has become, from the pitch black that’s eating it.

“Please look at me,” he says. “I’m just not ready yet. As soon as I can protect you...”

He pulls back with a sharp grin, the white of his hair and skin stark against the blacks of his eyes. His breath is alive and warm and parts your lips with a gasp. The slide of his tongue vibrates with laughter and you cling to white robes that feel of ash.

Mouth twitching, he lays you down, leaves you panting, and looks at you like you’re the moon.

You mouth the words before you speak them, “Protect me from what?”

“From jack shit. How can he, queenie? Sad, really. I’m ashamed to call ‘im a horse these days.”

Ichigo’s orange hair feels wet between your fingers as you try to pull him close. The rain has soaked his shirt through and he removes your hands so the sopping fabric can go over his head and slap against the carpet. You lick your lips as his chest heaves, the muscles in his stomach contracting, and the taste of salt lingers.

Unbuckling his belt, you throw it into the inky oblivion somewhere beside you.

“…From death,” he says, voice almost a quiver. “I know it sounds strange. But, it’s true.”

It feels true and you beckon him closer, wanting the truth to touch your skin. His strong arms part your legs so he can crowd between them. With a flourish, he sinks the thin sword from his belt into the ground to your left. Ichigo doesn’t take off his robes, but unties his obi and lets the fabric fall open and away enough for his naked front to rub against yours.

“I’m the King. Nothing touches you but me.”

Ichigo’s hands are quadruple, the strange number of fingers grabbing your flesh, traveling your body bringing unnatural heat. You’re enflamed, open and willing for him to stoke you even higher. His tongue is at once in your mouth and wriggling in your navel. You reach for two of Ichigo and your hands stroke him as though he’s one.

“I believe you,” you say, staring into kaleidescope eyes, yellow bursting into brown and back. “I can’t help it, I love you.”

You shiver, full of sensation. Their cocks are swollen and want inside of you, both pressing in as your legs wrap around their backs.

Ichigo’s pace is at once a slow build of pressure and a wild flurry of thrusts, his hands bruising in their hold. At your hips, your waist, then cradling your neck, using your shoulders for leverage. Holding you with care as your hips meet in tandem, but pulling your chin roughly so he can suck and nibble at your lips.

He’s saying things. They both are. But there’s only one of him.

And it all makes perfect sense, your tears joyful, bodying singing for this moment to harmonize forever. At least in feeling, the moment does stretch, your body squeezing him again, and again, and again.

You do know Ichigo. You love him. Your his. Both of him open, truthful, and only in reach for you.

“I love you too.”

You wake to Ichigo’s knuckles smoothing down your cheek, his face tender in the morning light.

“Are you alright?”

Instead of speaking, you mimic him, letting minutes pass is perfect silence.

When he moves to kiss your brow, you kiss his too. Your love and his, reflected, free of obstruction.

“Are you?”

The ensuing quiet says enough for the both of you.

#ichigo kurosaki x reader #hichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki #bleach imagines #bleach smut #bleach fanfic #this is proof that a final draft can be completely different from the first in everyway #my first was a mess bc i was trying to have Hichigo physically be there when ichigo doesn't have his powers #so uuuh #<3 #we are made to evolve

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saintlike78 · 3 years ago

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2.5k recommendations!

I hit 2.5k and just like I did when I hit 1.5k I’ve decided to do a list of fic recs. So, I hope you enjoy getting an insight into the stuff I read and give these writers the love they deserve!

Thank you so much for reading an supporting my writing, it means the world to me 🤍

Smut marked with ✞ (my own smut is 16+, but I will be writing the age limit by each smut recommendation, so please be respectful to each writer and their limits!)

Darker themes marked with ✶ (please read warnings on these fics!)

Harry Potter universe:

Fred Weasley:

☞ Still hate me? ✞ (16+) by @comfortscripts

☞ Thigh riding ✞ (16+) by @pinkandblueblurbs

☞ Barber shop ✞ (18+) by @darthwheezely

Ron Weasley:

☞ Peach ✞ (16+) by @ameliora-j

☞ Borrow at the Burrow ✞ by @bellatrixscurls

Theodore Nott:

☞ Worthwhile ✞ (16+) by @ameliora-j

☞ Sober thoughts by @peppers-analytics

Sirius Black:

☞ Escape me ✞ ✶ by @silverdelirium

☞ Daddy’s gift (poly!Marauders w focus on Sirius) ✞ (16+) by @lonelyhe4rts

Remus Lupin:

☞ The essay ✞ by @janeofthornfieldhall

☞ Guilty pleasure ✞ by @silverdelirium

☞ Movie night ✞ (18+) by @sereinegemini

☞ Salt water taffy by @cupids-crystals

James Potter:

☞ Jealousy, Jealousy (18+ blog) by @morozovastarless

☞ Kinktober day 2 ✞ by @indigoh4ze

☞ Four-eyes by @sarahisslytherin

Regulus Black:

☞ Words unsaid by @scandalous-chaos

MCU:

Steve Rogers:

☞ Gorgeous by @velvetcloxds

Stucky (Steve + Bucky):

☞ Left out (18+ blog) by @agentofbarnes

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner:

☞ @ssahotchswife ‘s whole masterlist (all of their smut is 18+) (my fave Hotch writer!)

☞ Salt and pepper ✞ (18+) by @dudeitiskarev

☞ Dream ✞ (16+) by @pinkandblueblurbs

☞ Go team Hotchner (18+ blog) by @h0tchner

☞ Paper rings (18+ blog) by @scuttling

Spencer Reid:

☞ Sharing a bed (18+ blog) by @jillys-feral-fandoms

☞ Save me tonight ✞ (18+) by @scuttling

☞ It feels better when I’m wearing your sweater ✞ by @dionysian--mysteries

☞ Lesson learned (+ Derek Morgan) ✞ by @dionysian--mysteries

Other:

Charlie Swan:

☞ Shock by @sadorangejuice

☞ Seducing Chief Swan ✞ (18+) by Tibbs (on ao3)

☞ Dirty little secret by me

Sheriff Hassan:

☞ Ships passing in the night (series) ✞ (18+ blog) by @ketslketslketsl

☞ He can be cruel ✞ (18+) by @midnightkohli

Benedict Bridgerton:

☞ Bumping noses whilst kissing by @starryeyedstories

☞ What a question by @fandom-puff

☞ Innocent ✞ (16+) by @pinkandblueblurbs

#julia’s 2.5k recommendations #fic recs #harry potter #marvel #criminal minds #midnight mass #twilight #bridgerton

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crazywolf828 · 2 years ago

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Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Fandoms: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationships: Keyleth/Vex'ahlia (Critical Role)

Characters: Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Keyleth (Critical Role)

Additional Tags: Kinktober, Smut, Enthusiastic Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Keyleth, Omega Vex'ahlia, Outdoor Sex, Sex Pollen, but it just makes them horny not and dub-con

Summary:

This was bad, very bad actually. Those words kept ringing through Keyleth's head as Vex pushed her up against the nearest tree.

It was supposed to be a simple mission, going into the woods to track down a beast that had been terrorizing a nearby town. Naturally the group had sent her and Vex, they're the most adept when it comes to nature and tracking.

Unfortunately Keyleth hadn't seen it in time, hadn't seen Vex step on a plant she had been long warned about. The pollen puffs into the air, hitting both of them, heat already settling low in her belly.

This particular plant had the side effect of making whoever was hit, ridiculously aroused. It's a lesser one, which means they're still in control of their actions, but finishing the mission is not going to be easy.

#oof this one was rough #its fine at least we got something out #cr #critical role #campaign 1 #cr1 #c1 #vexleth #keyleth #vex #vex'ahlia #smut #omegaverse #kinktober #don't mind me

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xpao-bearx · 3 years ago

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NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!! 18+ only, minors please DNI 🔞

《Original Post HERE》

《EDIT: Updated Post HERE》

My Fourth Kinktober 2021 Prompt: MORNING SEX

Fandom: Haikyu!!

Pairing/s: Tetsuro Kuroo x Shoyo Hinata x Lev Haiba

On an early morning during the Tokyo training camp, Lev accidentally discovers a titillating secret shared between Kuroo and Hinata that whets his appetite for the tiny giant...

NOTES: As I wrote this, it's finally the last day of October 2021 and when I posted this it's midnight of November 1 (so it technically still counts as Kinktober). I hope to those who celebrate Halloween, you had a very happy and safe one~!! 👻 Anyhoe, as stated this is the fourth prompt on the Kinktober list that I'm doing and it's also the final one I'm able to write. As much as I'd fooken L O V E to write the rest of them, sadly I just don't have enough time since October's clearly over ;-; BUT DON'T FRET!!! I DO hopefully plan on writing the other prompts at *some* point, most likely in a much shorter kinda bonus style type of fics if that makes any sense. And please keep a lookout cuz I will eventually be editing this post and my other oneshots with the link to all the Hinata harem prompts I wrote so y'all have easy access to read 'em plus keep in mind about any other possible updates on my blog if you're interested! 😄 But enough rambling, here's the latest and final story featuring our fave rooster daddy and the dorky lion with our lovable ball of sunshine~ \(♡o♡)/ I feel like Lev has more of a spotlight in this story and I may have been rushing to finish this, but it's okay! I also read a ✨spahcy✨ HQ doujin before that I think helped inspire the plot of this story a lil bit, but unfortunately I can't remember its title or the source :'(

The early morning breeze was chilly and biting, Lev's skin breaking out in goosebumps even as he wore the warmest hoodie he owned. His ragged breaths came out in visible puffs, his heart racing a mile a minute as he jogged.

From beyond the horizon, he could make out the sun peeking out just barely. Teasing him, making him crave the sweet relief only the heat could provide him as he internally wished over and over again for the great big ball of fire to just rise already.

If it were up to him, Lev wouldn't even be awake at this ungodly hour. But Kuroo was a resolute and, at times, merciless captain. It was no secret that Lev was new and he still had much to learn about volleyball, but was it really necessary for him to be constantly picked on by his own team?

And now, as decreed by his oh so fantastic captain, Lev was required to arise at 6:00 a.m. everyday for the whole duration of the Tokyo training camp and run a lap or two around the entire perimeter of the grounds until 6:30 a.m.

It was just SO unfair! How come everyone else still got to sleep in while he was the only one being bullied like this?! But Kuroo merely smirked at him when Lev complained, Kuroo claiming that if Lev wanted to be the next ace then he needed to put in the extra effort.

Lev let out a frustrated yell before his long legs came to a stop. He leaned his hand against the wall of the camp's school building for support, head hanging low as he panted heavily.

Lev was many things, but he wasn't a liar. Despite absolutely despising his task, he was dedicated and will see through it until the end. But it wouldn't hurt if he just took a break for a few minutes, right?

He then slid down to the ground, or more like plopped on it as his tired body completely gave away. His back was against the wall, shutting his eyes as his heart slowly calmed to a regular rate again. He threw his head back, pulling up his knees to his chest and propping his elbows on it as he let out the longest exhale of his life.

As he basked in his bittersweet short time to unwind, picking up on the faint caws and chirps of birds from afar, he was just about to stand and continue his jog before he'd inevitably drift into unconsciousness until his ears perked up upon suddenly hearing a familiar noise.

"Ah, Kuroo, g'morning!" Lev's eyes shot open, instantly recognizing that chipper voice from anywhere. Hinata was already out and about at this godforsaken time? Then again, Lev wasn't that surprised. Hinata was full of unbridled energy, after all. Most likely he was going on a run, too.

"Morning, Hinata." Came the response from the Nekoma captain, his voice even deeper and huskier than it already was. It sounded like Kuroo just woke up, and that shocked Lev. Lev didn't bother seeing who was in their futons or not when he took off that morning, far too sleepy and eyes bleary to even care. But why the hell was Kuroo awake instead of enjoying a few more blissful hours in Dreamland? Kuroo didn't have any prior commitments, did he?

The murmurs of their two voices overlapped with each other, Lev not being able to make out their conversation. From his impression, though, it seemed as if this wasn't their first instance meeting like this.

Lev knew that he should just leave. After all, it wasn't any of his business and the sooner he could finish his exercise then the better it was.

But...his curiousity was piqued. And how could he ever let go of this glorious opportunity?

Slowly and silently, like a lion stalking its prey, Lev crouched down and carefully crawled over to where Hinata and Kuroo's voices were talking. And if anyone else saw, it would definitely have been an interesting sight; a giant like the Nekoma team newbie looking like he's about to pounce on a tiny mouse as he tried his best to appear discreet.

Finally, he reached the end of the school building. He then took a deep breath, poking his head out just a little bit and then turning it around the corner to catch a glimpse of the other two boys.

His eyes widened, almost popping right out of his sockets. He felt his chest tighten, astonishment and disbelief clouding his mind.

There was Hinata, pinned against the wall by none other than Kuroo. At first, Lev thought that Kuroo might have been threatening the short player and Lev was actually going to spring into action and push Kuroo off of Hinata. But he was abruptly halted when Hinata let out a small moan, his arms wrapping around Kuroo's neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Kuroo rolled his hips against Hinata's crotch, making the ginger whimper. One of Hinata's hands then trailed down, palming the obvious bulge in Kuroo's sweatpants. They were kissing each other sloppily, their tongues dancing lewdly with each other and some saliva dripping from their mouths.

Hinata clung onto Kuroo like his life depended on it, wrapping a leg around Kuroo's waist and Kuroo grabbing the back of Hinata's head and yanking it to expose the redhead's neck.

"You never fail to get me going, short stuff~" Kuroo hummed, smirking lopsidedly as he peppered butterfly kisses along his neck. "If only you were in Nekoma, then we'd have fun like this every. fucking. day." He emphasized each word with a smack to Hinata's ass, making Hinata cry out.

"I-I can't go to Nekoma, I live in Miyagi!" Hinata replied, ever oblivious. Kuroo only chuckled at his slow wits, finding it amusing yet strangely adorable.

"I know, that's why we gotta enjoy this time together as much as possible." Kuroo sank his teeth into the flesh of Hinata's collarbone, eliciting a sharp gasp from the boy. Kuroo growled, a possessive tone overtaking him, his strong arms holding Hinata tightly as he licked the mark on Hinata's fair skin. His mark.

"K-Kuroo..." Hinata leaned in, nibbling lightly on Kuroo's earlobe. "Fuck me. Please? Fuck me hard, I can't take it anymore..!"

Kuroo's heart swelled with both pride and delight, his smirk widening even further. He was just about to so happily grant the shortie's wish when he heard a 'crick'. The sound of someone's weight making contact with the ground, like when someone is trying to be as quiet as possible in the forest though makes a wrong step and ends up crunching a piece of leaf beneath them.

Lev's blood went cold. He was so enraptured by the captivating sight before him that he found himself unconsciously leaning forward to see more, and as a result his right foot slipped from underneath him causing a slight disruption when his sneaker scratched against the ground.

He cursed to himself, and his body moved of its own accord as he bolted as fast as he could as if escaping from a crime scene.

"W-What was that?!" Hinata panicked, searching around frantically.

But Kuroo remained cool, his scheming smirk still etched upon his face.

Oh, this will be fun...

{•••♡•••}

The rest of the day, no matter what Lev did, he could not fucking forget what he saw that mortifying morning.

He was unforgivingly harassed by constant images of Hinata. How he looked downright tempting being pinned against that goddamn wall, and how Lev wished it was him who was in Kuroo's place instead.

Lev was a simple enough man. He's heard various stories about Hinata before which made him drawn to Karasuno's famous Number Ten, but when he actually finally met the redhead then nothing could compare. Hinata was truly something else, and Lev knew that he's quickly formed a crush on the feisty shortie.

But... What about Kuroo? Was he and Hinata in a relationship? Were they keeping it a secret?

Lev knew he shouldn't pry. It was totally inappropriate of him and whatever the hell was going on between Hinata and Kuroo, then that was their own issue. Still, he couldn't help the burning feeling of envy that made him fucking sick to his stomach.

Hinata and Kuroo acted normally, though. Outside of practice and volleyball matches, they didn't interact much with each other. And it was the same as any other day; Hinata being pissy with Lev for making fun of his height and Lev enduring harsh treatment from Kuroo and his other teammates.

Honestly, Lev would've just passed what occurred that morning as a weird daydream that his muddled brain randomly made up.

...If not for the bite mark on Hinata's collarbone that Lev noticed when Hinata briefly grabbed the hem of his shirt to wipe off the sweat on his forehead.

The days that went by were like a blur. As if his body was on autopilot, Lev found himself in the same corner behind the school building. And, as he suspected, there was Hinata and Kuroo.

Every single time that Kuroo fucked Hinata senseless, Lev repressed the overwhelming urge to just jump out from his hiding spot and seize Hinata for his own. What did he see in that rooster head, anyways? Sure, Kuroo was a skilled volleyball player, but Lev was so much bigger and taller than him. Lev also knew that he was very attractive and he was actually quite popular with both girls and boys.

And, most of all, he was 100% positive that he could fuck SO much better.

But then again... Who was he to judge? Kuroo was the fucker who had and very much enjoyed Hinata's attention, and Lev was only the perverted loser who was secretly jacking off as Hinata's moans and cries filled his ears like the sweetest fucking music while another man took him to the highest peaks of pleasure. Pleasure that Lev could only dream of giving Hinata.

But on the last day of the camp, as Lev was hiding as per usual, only Hinata appeared. Hinata shoved his hands inside his hoodie's pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet as a way to warm up. But Lev didn't miss the way Hinata's eyes would dart around, looking anxious as he assumedly waited for Kuroo.

Lev gulped thickly. He didn't want to come off as such a creep, but it wouldn't hurt if he just talked with Hinata...right? Lev wasn't expecting anything. This was just a great chance as any to spend some time with his crush and not have to worry about that cunning bastard.

Steeling his resolve, Lev rose to his full height and approached Hinata.

"Oh, Hinata!" Lev greeted as if he wasn't expecting to come across the redhead, grinning brightly. He felt so shitty lying like this, but his blood was pumping from the adrenaline of simply being alone with his crush. "You're up early. Were you going on a run, too?"

Hinata flinched, making Lev raise a brow. Did he say something odd?

"L-Lev!" Hinata beamed, though his smile seemed to falter. "Y-Yeah, I was on a r-run."

Now Lev was really intrigued. Why was Hinata stuttering so much? And upon closer inspection, it looked like his entire body was shaking.

"Hinata, are you okay?" Lev asked worriedly. "Are you cold? You can have my jacket, too, if you want. I'll just grab another one."

"N-No!" Hinata immediately interjected. He then paused, his face growing hot as his eyes dropped and he fidgeted in his spot. "I-It's...not t-that..."

Lev's brows furrowed. What the actual fuck was happening? He then followed Hinata's gaze, blinking dumbfoundedly at what met him.

There, clear as day, was Hinata's cock pressing against his joggers. The front of it was also completely wet from his precum, and Lev felt like such a moron for not having noticed it before.

"H-Hinata... W-What are you--"

"Lev." Hinata cut him off, peering up at him with teary eyes. "C-Can you help me...please? I-I need you, Lev, please."

And that was all the words Lev needed to hear. He was already standing on the very edge of his restraint, and hearing Hinata say what he's always yearned for was all he needed to jump off his metaphorical fucking cliff.

Without wasting another moment, Lev practically ripped the joggers off of Hinata and discovered that he was going commando. Lev groaned, seeing that a mini vibrator was attached to Hinata's cock.

"Did you do this to yourself?" Lev breathed, completely under Hinata's spell and unable to look away.

"K-Kuroo did." Hinata replied, making Lev growl. "B-But... It's only 'cause I l-like you."

Lev froze, eyes blown wide. "What?"

"I-It's true..." Hinata looked down again, heart pounding hard against his chest. "I-I've liked you since the first time we met! You fucking p-piss me off, so I d-don't understand it! But I fucking l-like you, okay?!"

"But... What does that have to do with Kuroo?"

"I-I... Well..." Hinata gulped, blushing darkly. "Kuroo found out about my feelings a-and, well, I dunno... He t-told me he can help me out with y-you, and one thing led to another and h-here we are." Finally, he managed to lift his head and meet Lev's eyes. "He also told me that y-you were...w-watching us."

Lev's breath hitched, and it was his turn to blush. Fuck. Kuroo really was a sly motherfucker. But then again, he also kind of had him to thank for this...wonderful predicament. Lev honestly still didn't understand it, but he was with Hinata and that's all that mattered to him at the moment.

"I-I don't mind that you were w-watching us..." Hinata proceeded. He then reached forward, placing a hand against Lev's chest. Hinata could feel the thrum of Lev's rapid heartbeat, and he was somewhat relieved that Lev was just as nervous as he was. "Honestly... I kind of l-liked it." He admitted, smiling sheepishly. "Do you...like m-me?"

"Hinata..." Lev's voice was nothing more than a whisper. If this was a dream, then it was much too cruel. But even if it was, he'd be damned if he didn't enjoy it to the fullest. "I like you, too. So fucking much. Since the very beginning." He leaned down, and any other time he would've poked fun of how small Hinata was compared to him. But all the jokes he said were nothing more than petty ways to get Hinata's attention, like a childhood bully teasing the person he likes. "H-Hinata, can I..?" Now it was his turn to stumble over his words, face scarlet as he could only glance down at Hinata's erection.

Hinata giggled cutely, lips quirking up into a dazzling smile. "Y-You can do whatever you want to me, Lev."

Lev smiled back at Hinata, leaning ever closer. They stared deeply into each other's eyes for a few moments, their lips only a few inches apart as their warm breaths fanned against each other. It was Hinata who broke the spell first, going up on his tiptoes and connecting their lips.

Lev's smile only grew bigger, Hinata's soft lips confirming that this was indeed reality. Sweet, amazing reality. Lev deepened the kiss, one arm snaking around Hinata's waist while his free hand gently took off the vibrator from Hinata's cock. It clattered onto the ground, useless and forgotten.

Hinata wrapped his arms around Lev's neck. Or, at least, he tried to. Hinata let out a frustrated little huff as he could only lay his hands on Lev's shoulders, making Lev burst into laughter.

"Shut up, stop being so damn tall!" Hinata snapped, before gasping when he was suddenly easily hoisted up by Lev. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Lev's waist, Lev pinning Hinata up against the wall.

"This better?" Lev smirked, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

"Well... I'll forgive you for now." Hinata grumbled, pouting cutely. His hands then made quick work of Lev's sweatpants, untying it as it fell to his feet and Lev eagerly pulled down his boxers as well.

Hinata's eyes widened as he saw the sheer size of Lev's cock. He was definitely much bigger than Kuroo. And he should feel intimidated, but instead his cock twitched in anticipation.

"Lev..." As he spoke, his lips brushed against Lev's. "Y-You can fuck me. I'm all ready for you. P...Please don't keep me waiting any longer."

Lev sighed deeply, nuzzling into the crook of Hinata's neck. It was more so for him, too embarrassed to let Hinata see his pleased and flustered expression. "Just...tell me if it hurts, okay?"

Hinata nodded, and Lev gladly seized the moment. He positioned himself at Hinata's entrance, slowly pushing in. His tip was just barely in when Hinata whined, throwing his head back and Lev could feel Hinata's nails scratching incessantly at his back like a cat.

"Breathe, Hinata. I'm not even fully in yet." Of course Lev wanted Hinata to be comfortable, but he also couldn't keep the smugness out of his voice. He knocked his forehead lightly against Hinata's and made eye contact as he penetrated the redhead deeper, deeper, deeper.

They both let out a guttural groan at the same time, Hinata feeling so fucking full as Lev buried himself completely inside of him. Hinata leaned in, licking Lev's lips sensually and nipping at his bottom lip. Lev moaned, his tongue darting out to play with Hinata's.

Quite unexpectedly, it was Hinata who began to take the lead. He grinded his hips against Lev, a broken cry escaping him as Lev's huge fucking cock hit just the right spot. Lev soon followed, moving his hips in sync with Hinata. Hinata gasped and panted, calling out Lev's name as he was continuously impaled oh so perfectly.

"Lev, Lev, LEV..!" Hinata screamed, tugging needily on Lev's grey hair. "F-Fuck, yes! You fuck me so good! M-More... Please, more..!"

"Hinata..!" Lev moaned loudly, uncaring if they wake up the whole damn camp. He grabbed Hinata's chin before he tipped it up, revealing his neck. Lev has completely lost all control, his green eyes flashing possessively. "You're mine, you got that? All mine. Kuroo can never make you fucking feel this way. You're my slut." He bared his teeth like a starving lion, sinking it into the crook of Hinata's neck. Hinata whimpered, and once Lev drew away he smirked triumphantly at the prominent bite mark he inflicted.

Lev then flipped them over so that his back was against the wall. Hinata's legs continues to be wrapped around Lev's waist, and Lev supported Hinata's body with his hands firmly holding onto Hinata's hips.

"You're not fucking answering me, Hinata." Lev growled, his tone more authoritative than before. "Who do you belong to, slut?"

"Y-You..!" Hinata yelped, bouncing on Lev's fat cock. "I-I belong to you, Lev!"

"Good. Fucking. Boy." He enunciated each word with a thrust, recoiling his hips before slamming his cock back roughly into Hinata. Hinata's walls clenched like a goddamn vice around Lev, the both of them knowing that it wouldn't be long for them to come undone.

Lev then enveloped one of his hands around Hinata's cock, stroking it in time to his swift thrusts. He was pretty much jack hammering into Hinata by now, Hinata nearly going cross eyed and lips forming into an 'O' as incoherent babblings and desperate moans violated his body.

"L-Lev, please..!" Hinata begged, tears springing to his pretty brown eyes. "L-Let me fucking cum! Please..!"

"Then..." Lev panted, never ceasing his thrusts as he chased his high. "Fucking CUM..!"

"AH!" Hinata cried out, his back arching as he came. Spurts of cum smeared Lev's hand, and Lev soon followed with his own release. He pumped his cock relentlessly even as he exploded, gasping and grunting as if he was in heat.

It took a good couple of minutes for them to collect themselves, Hinata laying slack against Lev just as the sun rose and casted its ethereal glow upon them. Lev slowly pulled his cock out of Hinata, eyes darkening at the fucking erotic sight of his seed spilling excessively from Hinata's anus.

"Shit..." Lev chuckled breathlessly. "I fucking love mornings."

And neither were aware of a certain captain hiding around the corner of the school building, his ever devious smirk unfaltering from his lips.

'Lev's a fucking idiot if he thinks I'll give up on Hinata that easily.' Kuroo thought to himself, snickering softly.

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trisaran-adventures · 3 years ago

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Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Dorian/Aran/Tristan

Rating: E

Summary:

Having recently moved from Minrathous to Ostwick to advance his academic career, Dorian finds himself with too much work and, sadly, very little play. Life in a new city can be terribly lonely, and it's not long before he starts feeling... restless.

Tristan and Aran, on the other hand, are university juniors on an exciting journey of self-discovery, and a newly-found interest in vlogging and live-streams. The paths of the three men cross in a way that none of them expects- and everything changes.

A Kinktober prompt that took on a life of its own, this fic is collaboratively written by @oftachancer and @johaeryslavellan ! Check the Ao3 link below for full list of tags :)

Chapter 11: Masks

“When did you even have time to make this?”

Aran rested his cheek on Tristan’s shoulder, enjoying the soft puff of the sweater he’d been knitting during the classes he TA’d. Blue and red, with little bursts of yellow and orange throughout. “Keeps my hands busy when there’s pointless chatter. It looks good on you.” Everything did. The smell of their cocoa was rich and dark and made him want to curl up in front of a fireplace, but they were walking through campus instead, hauling the AV cart back from his last class before the holiday. At least Tristan had been able to come and meet him. Precious moments after weeks of barely seeing him outside of their scrambled video sessions and study dates. “I missed you. You’re so big and strong and you smell good. Tell me you love me.”

Tristan paused midstep. He wrapped his arms around Aran's waist and lifted him off of the ground, pressing a smacking kiss to his lips. "I love you, damn it," he growled softly, in his ridiculous film noir accent. "More than anything in this world, and I've seen all of it."

Aran laughed outright, grinning down at him. “My hero . All the world? And still you love little old me?” He twined his arms around Tristan’s shoulders. “How am I meant to repay such a grand kindness, eh?”

"Easy." Tristan chuckled, setting Aran on his feet and bending forward in a dramatic swoop, holding Aran by the waist. "Kiss me, gorgeous. Kiss me until I can't breathe."

“Music to my feckin’ ears.” Aran kissed him hard, tugging his cap low over his ears in the effort, until they were panting and laughing in the middle of the walk. “Let me get this much back to the AV Lab and we can fetch the shite curry before your sister comes in and you make us eat all your fancy nonsense.”

"You love my fancy nonsense. There's no shame in admitting it," Tristan grinned, straightening. He gave him a last, deep kiss, then went back to pushing the cart leisurely forward. "So, are you officially on holiday now? Any more last minute classes I need to know of?"

“No!” Aran held up his phone and turned it off. “And if they try to call me back for anything, I’m saying this fell in a lake. I’m all yours for fifteen glorious days. So. Catch me up on everything that I’ve missed.”

"I missed you. It was terrible. I don't know how I managed." Tristan blinked at him with puppy eyes and a pitiful, adorable pout. "I demand all of your attention for the next fifteen days, and that's non negotiable."

“What about your Tuesday date nights? Those on hiatus?” He was too bloody cute; that was ecstasy. Every moment of every day; when the breeze blew his hair in his face or he burned his tongue on tea when it was too hot or he was cursing and digging through their drawers looking for just the right blue shirt as though everything didn’t look amazing on him.

"I asked Dorian to reschedule our date for Thursday, when you're meeting with Miranda. And next week... we'll see. I might ask him to reschedule again. Unless..." He sneaked a glance at Aran out of the corner of his eye as he sipped on his hot chocolate.

"Unless?"

Tristan swallowed, licked his lips and shrugged. "I don't know. I was thinking perhaps you might want to meet him. Now that you have time."

“Ooh. Meet him.” Aran waggled his brows. “Serious business?”

Tristan smiled, a spot of colour blossoming on his cheeks. "I like him," he said softly. "I like him a lot. And now that Vivienne's coming back and he won't be my advisor anymore, we could start dating more openly. I think... he'd like that, too." He reached for Aran's hand as they walked, squeezing his fingers lightly. "He's been asking about you. He hasn't asked to meet you yet - he's too shy to do that- but I believe he's curious about you. He's watched all our videos. He won't tell me his username, though," he grinned. "Perhaps, with you there, we'll be able to pry it out of him one way or another."

Shy . Shy wasn’t something he paired with the other parts of Tristan’s stories about his dark, handsome temporary advisor. “If he’s b1gc0ck, I can’t blame him. Some people are so boring on the internet.” Aran handed his ticket into the AV desk and waited for them to stamp it as a girl with bright blue hair emerged to retrieve the cart. “What did he ask about me?”

"Just a couple things. Where we grew up, what we used to do as kids, how we got together... When I told him you work at the university too, he asked me about your field of study. He seemed quite fascinated with your dissertation topic. Though I'm not sure I explained it very well," he said, his eyes narrowing in a perplexed little frown. "It does have to do with those Neromenian tablets that were discovered a couple years ago, right?"

“Aw, you do love me.” Aran leaned up on his toes to kiss his cheek. “Look at you, listening when I drone. Warms the cockles of my heart.”

"What, you thought I was sleeping during that half hour impromptu lecture on Neromenian runes while we were in bed last night? You wound me." Tristan laughed as he wrapped one arm around Aran's shoulders and leaned down to kiss his head.

“I ought to wound you more for staying awake.” Aran tucked himself against Tristan’s side, squinting up at the high gabled roofs of the university buildings. “What’s he doing for Satinalia?”

"I'm not sure. I... don't think he's doing anything, actually. He hasn't got any family in the Marches, and his friends... Well, from what I've gathered, it's the kind you go out for drinks with after work, not those you'd spend holidays with. He'd never admit it, but I think he's a little lonely. Still hasn't really built a life here. You know?" Tristan let out a soft sigh, tightening his hold on Aran ever so slightly. "I just want him to be happy here. With me."

“With you,” Aran echoed thoughtfully. “Alright. Let’s have him over then. Home-cooked meal and the like.” Aran turned them towards the Political Sciences building. “Aye? No time like the present.”

Tristan slowed down just a little. "Are-are you sure? You really want to invite him over for Satinalia dinner?"

“You like him. He’s lonely. It’s a holiday. Why not?” Aran tilted his head back to peer up at him. “Unless you don’t want me to meet him yet?”

"Of course, I do. I suggested it, didn't I? I just thought... it might be too big of a step for you. Satinalia dinner is usually just us two, or Tilly and the lads. We've never really had any of our... you know," he lifted his brows, "coming over for such an occasion."

“Well, no, but our ‘you know’ don’t usually last longer than a week, if that. This has been… nearly three months now?”

"Is three months the preferred time frame after which one gets to meet the parents? Or the boyfriend, in this case?" Tristan grinned. He fished his phone out of his pocket and typed a quick text. The answer came back almost immediately. "He's almost done with work, he says. We could go grab some coffee, warm him up a bit before the grand invitation," he smirked.

Read the rest on AO3!

#dragon age #dorian pavus #tristan trevelyan #aran trevelyan #modern au #college au #dragon age fanfiction #dorian x trevelyan #pavelyan #johaerys writes #oftachancer writes

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nocturne-overtures · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 10

Pairing: Samoyed Hybrid!Jaemin x Jeno

WC: 900+

Genre: Smut

Prompt: Overstimulation + Cock Warming

Tags: Hybrid Au, Established Relationship, Butt Plug, Knotting, Breeding, Overstim, Cock Warming, Multiple Orgasm

A/N: The full M.List for Kinktober is here, and I’ll be posting and adding links to that post as I go. The prompts span several fandoms, so feel free to check the list to see if you’re interested in any of the future days!

Day 9 Day 11

AO3

“I missed you.”

There’s a rustle of clothes, a growl, a rip followed by a sharp gasp.

“I thought we’d gotten past the clothes ripping thing, Nono” Jaemin groaned, his blonde head thumping against the wall behind him, bearing his neck as Jeno kissed and licked at it, his breaths coming out in short puffs. Jaemin lifted his hand, running it over one of the large, triangular ears above Jeno’s burgundy hair.

A low growl rolled out of his throat and he lightly sucked a hickie into his skin, pressing himself against Jaemin’s leg.

“Missed you. It’s hot.” He mumbled. Jaemin looked down at him before an understanding smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He reached down, squeezing Jeno through his sweatpants, whistling when the other man bucked instantly, pressing his palms at either side of his head. Jaemin continued squeezing and stroking him through his boxers and pants, caressing Jeno’s ear as he practically melted in his hands.

“Then let’s get those clothes off of you, hm?”

The two of them stumbled to the bedroom, shedding articles of clothing left and right until Jaemin pushed Jeno to the bed, laughing merrily as he bounced from the motion. Jeno looked up, his cock standing stiff and ridgid against his abs as he watched Jaemin. The blonde turned around for him, bending slightly so Jeno had a full view of him slowly pulling the knotted plug out of his ass.

Jeno’s pupils dialated as he stared at his slightly gaped hole, his tail wagging behind him as he growled.

“N-nana? You wore a plug to work today?”

“Mhm. I did. I knew you’d be in your rut today so I got myself ready for you. The first day is always the most intense with you, isn’t it, puppy?” He hummed, crawling onto the bed on all fours. Jeno licked his lips, watching Jaemin reach around himself, spreading his cheek apart with one of his hands.

“Fuck, Nana...God, I just-”

“Jeno, I don’t thin the plug is enough.” Jaemin hummed, reaching behind him with a faux pout on his face. He slowly pulled the plug free, biting his lip as he heard the audible growl come from behind him. Jeno gripped the sheets hard, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Jaem-”

“God, I wish I had my boyfriend’s thick knot inside of me instead.”

Jaemin knew he was poking the proverbial bear the moment he opened his mouth, and he was right. Mere seconds after he had uttered the words, Jeno’s strong arms circled his waist, pulling him back and all but tossing him onto the bed on his hands and knees. Jaemin laughed at the move, turning around to kiss the crescent eyed dog hybrid after he heard Jeno fumbling with a bottle of lube. Jeno gently deepened the kiss, his cock sliding between Jaemin’s cheeks.

“Nana, can I…?” Jeno tenderly asked permission, his cock hard and rigid against Jaemin’s hole. Jaemin smiled and reached back, cupping his cheek, looking him in the eyes as Jeno slowly pushed into him.

Jeno’s tail wagged at the low, content moan that left Jaemin’s mouth as he pushed into him. Jaemin bowed his head down, rocking forward with every thrust as Jeno’s cherry red dick sent him forward with each thrust. He whined, tilting his head to the side as Jeno nosed at his neck.

“Missed you,” Jeno panted, wrapping his arms around Jaemin’s torso, his pace fast and desperate almost immediately. Jaemin groaned, a low chant of Jeno’s name falling from his lips as the hybrid rocked into him.

“Missed you, missed you, missed you.”

“Jeno! F-fuck, I m-missed you too. I was thinking of you all day, just like this, bending me over my desk, the hood of my car, a-ah!” Jaemin arched up as Jeno bit into his shoulder, panting wildly as he increased his speed at the dirty talk.

“Oh? D-does my puppy like the sound of that? Of making me yours over every surface imaginable? Giving me your big knot? Hm?” Jaemin panted out, smiling as the words seemingly made Jeno swell inside of him. He continued talking, coyly praising the samoyed hybrid as he fucked an orgasm out of him. As Jaemin felt the waves of pleasure roll over him, Jeno’s pants increased, his nails digging into Jaemin’s hips as he came, thrusting desperately into Jaemin until his knot caught on his rim, too large for him to slide out anymore.

Jaemin’s eyes rolled back as he moaned, feeling Jeno’s cum fill him.

They weren’t done. Not by a long shot.

Jaemin closed his eyes, holding onto Jeno as he sat still inside of him, holding him close as his hips rolled every now and then. They sat together for hours, with Jeno’s cock still rock hard inside of Jaemin’s spasming hole. The two got comfortable, knowing they’d be joined for a while.

Jeno fluctuated between waves.

Sometimes he was content to sit with his cock nestled inside of Jaemin’s stuffed hole, other times he thrusted into him wildly, the primal urge to breed Jaemin leaving both of them in a quivering, whimpering pile together.

“Jaemin...Nana, I love you so much. Wanna give you my pups-” Jeno was just babbling at this point, speaking more with his instincts than anything else. Jaemin only laughed, his whole body thrumming with pleasure as he put his hand over Jeno’s on his stomach, turning to kiss him. He was sensitive, having came several times this evening from the hybrid’s marathon fucking.

“I love you, too. Cmon, let’s rest before you fuck another orgasm out of me and I’m no longer coherent.” He teased, turning to kiss Jeno over his shoulder before closing his eyes, still with Jeno situated firmly inside of him.

Despite being full, he drifted to sleep briefly, listening to Jeno’s quiet keens and small ‘I love you’s.

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