#hardcore kinks

[undead-succubus]

~Very Hardcore Kink Warning~

A while ago I came across a video of an anime girl getting her clit ripped out with pliers and eaten by another girl while she was bound to a table unable to escape.

Oh. My. G o d.

It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever watched and I’ve came countless times to that video imagining doing that to a poor, helpless girl. Fuck I’m riling myself up writing this.

Thinking about how she’d beg me to stop, “please no, stop, it hurts, please no no no no no” as I pull harder and harder until everything gives and it slithers out of her like a sinful little worm~

And then I’d get to see and hear her break from the pain and realization that she’ll never get to cum again and now she’s just a pathetic toy for me to use that’ll n e v e r feel pleasure again~🩷

*sigh* what a perfect fate for a pathetic little toy 🩷

[milkygothgf]

Thinking about being forced to show off<3 Forced to post about the things you do to me, photos you take of me, and audios of us fucking just so everyone knows what you have and they don't no matter how embarrassing it is for me<333

[viviaj]

a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)

// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO

he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.

he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.

you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.

and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.

“hey,”

“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.

“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”

you look down.

eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.

“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”

“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.

neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.

“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.

the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.

“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.

“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”

and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?

“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”

“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.

he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.

“let me take care of you.”

you nod.

his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.

“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.

“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.

“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.

his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.

it’s obsessive.

your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.

he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”

“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.

he absolutely beams.

all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.

“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.

you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.

“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.

“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.

“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.

so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.

“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”

“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.

he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”

and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.

tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.

“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.

“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.

“you gonna cry?”

you nod against him.

“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”

what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.

you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.

“don’t. stay still.”

“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”

“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.

and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.

“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”

your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.

he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.

your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.

and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.

“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.

a fun night.

[just-a-forest-nymph]

🍂new autumn sets for my favorite season 🍂

The other one I’m saving for closer to Halloween 👻

[mjrtaurus]

Dragon: God, I wish he'd bully me...

Crocodile: *Bullies him*

Dragon:

[lovelybunn]

conditioning .ㅤ- feat. soldier

warning(s): smut (under the cut), reader is afab, rough/hardcore, slight(?) degrading

author's note: happy fourth of july to my fellow americans! 🇺🇸🦅

The soldier's words pierce through the silence, echoing throughout the room. “Get your ass up, maggot! I know you can try harder than this!” You can feel his breath on the back of your neck as the timer in his hand continues to tick. You fucked up getting the intel, so now he's punishing you for causing “the whole teams’ loss.” (Everyone was doing poorly that day, you specifically weren't the only one to blame.) Right now the man has got you down in a plank position, making you sit there for 2 minutes straight. Your abs and knees have failed you, so inevitably, you collapsed, which is why the soldier is currently screaming at you at the moment.

"Don't you think this is a bit excessive?" you mutter weakly, your voice strained from the exertion. Every time you give out, he stops his timer. The soldier's response was immediate and unwavering. "Don't you dare question my discipline technique, private! This is nothing compared to what I could make you do.” This was enough to get you back on track since you had no interest in finding out whatever was worse than this in the soldier's book. You grit your teeth, your body trembling with fatigue as you get up to continue to hold the plank.

The soldier doesn't seem to care about your torment, however, and continues to yell at you and humiliate you in front of the rest of the team. “This isn't yoga class, cupcake! Get your ass out the air!” You wonder if this is some sort of power trip or if he just wants you to break down and beg for mercy. Either way, even from the corner of your eye, you can see that shit-eating sadistic smirk on the man's face.

The demoman lets out a loud, audible burp. His words are slurred as he speaks, “Ach, don't be so hard on the lad, they're fresh, Solly!” A loud crash is heard next as he stumbles off the bench, the medic and heavy swiftly catching him and carrying him off to his room. “Heavy thinks you shouldn't be so hard on alcohol, but we all know that won't happen.” All three men let out a hearty laugh as they exit the room, their shoulders slumped from the weight of their drunkard friend.

The scout saunters over next to the soldier in front of you, his sneering face looking down at you as he bends over to tilt your head up with his bat. The scout can't contain his laughter at your suffering, having been dominated at least three times less than you during the game, making it where he doesn't have to go through this. You scowl up at him, your body aching from the intense workout. The scout laughs, "Sucks to be a loser, huh? Wonder why Pauling even got you on this team—" His snarky remark is interrupted by the engineer, who yanks him by the ear and grumbles an agitated warning. "Get your ass on and mind your own business, boy. Come on," The engineer drags the scout out of the room, the younger man whining and yelling out retorts as they leave. The others have already left, leaving you and the soldier alone in the locker room.

Your head falls down to focus on the ground, silently hoping that you're at least halfway done. The soldier's piercing, silver-blue eyes look down at you, silently observing as he slowly circles around you. You can hear the rhythmic echo of his feet against the cool tile floor of the locker room. After a few moments, he finally speaks up, grunting out, "Twenty-five seconds." He comes to a stop and stands right in front of you, his eyes still fixed on your trembling, sweaty body.

You grunt out in relief, "Thank goodness!" You close your eyes and count down the remaining seconds in your head, feeling the burn in your muscles becoming more intense by the second. You force your spine to stay straight, your body begging for the torture to end. The soldier's voice thunders loudly in your ears:

"6...5...4...3...2...Time!”

You grunt out in triumph as you fall flat on the cold tile, its surface a stark contrast to the burning heat of your skin. Yet, the feeling of relief is quickly replaced by shock and discomfort when the soldier kicks you and forces you to get back up.

“Rise and shine, soldier! Stand tall and proud like the true powerful American you are!” he cries out, his voice filled with pride and patriotism. You groan and struggle to your feet, feeling exhausted and mildly irritated. You try to protest when he suddenly grabs you by the waist with a sudden burst of force, his hot lips pressing against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasp and freeze in place, struggling to understand what's happening. With your lips parted, he dominates your mouth with his tongue, tasting you with intense demand. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, grinning at your confused expression. “I like you. You're my favorite out of all these other maggots.” His smile widens into a smirk, sending a chill down your spine. “You've got a great body and strong grit. I like that.” Before you can even muster up a response, he turns you over to where your back is to him. He feels your skin flush pink, and he chuckles, the sound rough and rugged. “I wanna show you how much I like you, in one of the best ways I know how.”

Your body quivered as the soldier's rough hands knead and grope your form, moving and sliding lower with each passing moment until he reaches your aching core. His laugh is dark and seductive as his fingers slide underneath the hem of your underwear. Without warning, the soldier shoves two thick digits into your hot, tight little hole. “You're so fucking wet for me, private. You've always wanted to be my little slut, haven't you?” He growls against your ear. His other hand grabs a fistful of your breast, teasing your hardened nipple between his index finger and thumb.

You let out a startled yelp as the soldier's digits dig deeper inside you. Your walls can't help but to squeeze around him, his fingers curling inside you to pump in and halfway out as his thumb kneads at your clit roughly. You let out little squeaks and sighs of pleasure, unable to really form coherent words. The soldier growls low against your ear, “You're gonna cum already, huh?” His fingers pump harder, his thumb pressing firm against your clit. “Ya gotta toughen up, buttercup.” Your moans grow needier as your hips buck into his hand, begging for release. But, alas, just as quick as he came in, he pulls out, shoving his fingers into your mouth to force you to taste yourself. You whine in annoyance, but complying and reluctantly lapping up your own slick from his fingers. “Ah, just look at you,” He remarks, slowly pulling out his fingers from your mouth, saliva stretchy on them. “You're less of a fuck up when you do what I say.” The soldier smacks your ass, the hard sensation startling you.

“But I'm willing to bet I've already told you that.” You hear the shuffling of his belt coming undone and his pants falling to the floor from behind. The soldier's dick rests erect on your back, and you can tell that he's quite big. You swallow nervously. “You feel that, cupcake? That's what a true patriot feels like.” He coos, positioning himself between your legs.

The soldier bends you over against the lockers, watching as your slick streams down your trembling thighs. He laughs, slapping his hard cock against your backside. The soldier teases you, rubbing circles across your silt with the tip of his cock. “You fucking ready for this great American cock, princess?” He growls, his voice drenched with burning desire. You peer behind him, your eyes clouded with lust. “Yes,” you mew. With that, the soldier yanks a chunk of your hair back, not acknowledging your pained squeal as his cock hammers into your tight little cunt, “Fuck!” He roars.

The sound of your desperate cries mixed with the slap of skin against skin reverberates throughout the room, his hard thrusts leaving your ass red from his balls hitting at it. He abuses your cervix, pounding against your g-spot with ease and precision while his own grunts and curses flow out like a vulgar sea of pleasure.

He grips your torso with his arm, the joint flexing to keep you close to him as his hips snap rhythmically into your aching hole with vigor. You felt like you were on fire, dizzy from the rapture taking over your every sense. All you can do is cry out for more, your release nearing very close.

The soldier prys your jaw open with his free hand, forcing you to let out your shrill cry of pleasure, “Cum for your general, maggot!” Due to his order, shock waves wash over you as you squirt all over his length, your entire body twitching in ecstacy. He lets out one last battle cry as he hauls out his cock with an audible pop, “For The United States of America!” He hollers with all his might, his cum spewing all over your back and asscheeks in heavy loads.

With a bark of laughter, he quickly removes his white tank top, using it to wipe away the cum that drips down your heated skin. The cool fabric brushes against your lower half, and you shutter. Your knees buckle, and your hands scramble to hold onto the lockers for stability. Your entire body quivers with exhaustion, as he lifts you up off the ground, effortlessly carrying you bridal style in his arms. Through his bucket hat, you can see the glint in his eyes, filled with happiness, as his huge, toothy grin stretches across his face.

“You did good, kid. Real good.”

“You need to work on your stamina, though. Let's hit the shower, so we can do another rep of good ol’ fuckin’!” he says as he leads you out of the locker room, both of you almost fully undressed, your bodies red-hot from the ‘exercise.’ He walks with confidence, his head held high, towards his own shower, the smell of sex wafting off both of you.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Dabi who can't even get hard anymore, his cock is just there to look pretty and drool, not actually to do anything. He gets prostate orgasims or nothing

Hot!!! I definitely love this when he's in a cock cage, and it can be fun outside of it, but I also have a special place in my heart for him being shrunk and so unused to being touched that all it takes is a hand down his pants and just a couple of light touches before he's cumming all over himself pathetically quickly

Gotta say, it's been so encouraging to have this blog and have so many other people talk unabashedly about kink. I used to really try to reign things in out of self-conciousness, but now I know the people who like this stuff will find me, and I can just curate my space away from the rest!

[ashenpumpkin]

CW: pee play. petplay

Making your pet pee in the backyard (private) like the little puppy they are, maybe puppies with a leg raised to give everyone present a good view.

Making your pet hold their pee for a long period of time, because you can't take them on a walk yet and they can only go outside, and if they wet themselves punishing them like the bad little pets they are.

[theriverbeyond]

I don't think they're "bashing it with their closed fist" bad

However

I do a 100% believe Dulcinea, Palamedes, and by extension Cam have their entire view of sex shaped by cheap erotica. Imagine the worst understanding of anatomy, what is sexual pleasing, and most blatantly inserted author kink, and they all thought that was just normal and how things were supposed to work

Pyrrha has sex with Pal and Cam and they're saying the most batshit terrible dialogue she's heard since Cytherea, because Pal religiously reads smut and Cam has been with Pal for years

okay I hear what you are saying but I need to raise you this: the 6th House final exams involve reciting erotic poetry. the 6th House in general are a bunch of nerdy weirdos. 2/3 of their military is specifically about going out to fuck and breed. The Nine Houses in general, culturally, are literally based on anatomy (necromancy), not even getting into the extensive education Palamedes (and Cam by extension, as his cavalier) would recieve as a necromancer.

Palamedes and Camilla and the rest of the 6th were getting age appropriate sexual education starting at age 6 and repeated every year thereafter until maticulation, with details and info etc of course updated to corespond to their respective developmental stage.

what I mean is: 6th House erotica is painstakingly, unwholesomly accurate. Even in BAD 6th House erotica they can still find the clit. Even in PURPOSEFULLY UNREALISTIC 6th House erotica everything is still very much logically supported.

So: theory is different than practice (esp. because Camilla gives acearo vibes TO ME!!!) but to ME, Palamedes is the snobbiest smut writer/reader you have ever seen. The man has standards. He reads and writes the hottest and horniest erotica you could ever imagine and 90% of it is for the in-univese equivalent of Hockey RPF. He is not inherently opposed to author insert or unrealistic anatomy, but that shit better have correct grammer, coherent characters, and a compelling emotional arc. etc

[vanmarkus]

btw idgaf about the discourse, it's so childish I can't even take it seriously... but I can't stop thinking about the day the guys at work were discussing how almost every single one of their girlfriends wanted to call them daddy in bed... mind you, these guys are anywhere between 22 and 40. this shit is so vanilla that it passes for work convo, I can't with some of you all.

Buck is canonically/canon-implied into edging and exhibitionism and who knows what else he got up to with the presumably (possibly, close to) three-digit-number amount of people he had slept with.

and like it or not he is, in fact, dating the guy who made the suggestion — that same suggestion that made him grin ear to ear, like...... if you can't be an adult about this just watch something else, I'm begging.

[softxobsessivexdreams]

Okayyyy now let’s switch it up

This time of year is rough and i don’t want rough play a lot right now-

Just wanna be tied up so i can’t pace or squirm- held still so you can cuddle me and pet me and softly stretch me out

Just wanna be doted on and kissed all up on and cherished right now

Thinking about curling up at your feet, hugging your legs and resting my chin on your knees- you’re doing a cozy hobby and I enjoy watching you do that hobby and be close to you but also out of the way

Wanna be so soft all the time that i whine and whimper and am forced to stutter out what sexual desires i want fulfilled and exactly how i want it otherwise you’ll just think I’m anxious or panicking like other times

Wanna be soft and loved and also overstimmed

[onthegreatsea]

being gay is a kink <- that is how homophobes have always seen us. doesnt matter how chaste and pure and sexless you think u r. to them you are a disgusting degenerate freak who should be jailed or killed.

so either you start getting comfortable with kink or you join the side of our oppressors

[bitterbetabunny]

Hypnovember Day 1: Amulet

Stealing the prompt list @jammed-out is putting together for the month. (Ignore that I'm a day late, haha)

CW: hypnotic language used

“You can just let your eyes follow the motion.”

Aaron smiled, rolling his shoulders to relax his muscles more. He settled a bit more into the couch. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t smile.”

Trey smiled back. “I told you, there’s no wrong way to react. There’s no right way for you to do this. Just listen and relax.”

Trey was straddling Aaron’s lap, sitting up straight with an amulet dangling from his left hand, swaying slowly side to side. Aaron glanced up at Trey before returning his eyes to the gem before him. It wasn’t moving much, certainly not like the side to side swings he was expecting.

But that was okay, he reminded himself. They were just trying things out. They’d been messing around with different tools for a while now: metronomes, spirals, clocks… They’d even roleplayed hypnotism before, plenty of times. Aaron still felt a bit bad when it didn’t work, when he just relaxed but didn’t feel entranced, when they wound down the scene and moved onto aftercare. It got easier every time, though; Trey was good about reassuring him that trance was not the goal, that feeling close and having fun should be the only concern.

“Let’s try something a bit different, can you describe the amulet to me, Aaron?”

“It’s blue,” he said. When Trey didn’t say anything, he continued, “The chain and the casing are silver. It has some flower-y details around the edge.”

The amulet swayed side to side a bit more, just barely.

“Can you describe the blue for me more, Aaron?”

“It’s almost like a royal blue. When it’s close, you can see there’s almost, like, a marbling?”

Aaron’s brow furrowed a bit as he concentrated. Trey moved his hand more, feeling a warmth grow in his stomach listening to Aaron’s clear voice wind down to more a mumble. Aaron’s eyes were having to move back and forth now to follow the motion.

Aaron licked his lips. “It’s mostly that royal blue, but there are bits that are darker and lighter.” The amulet was moving enough now that it was hard to see those details, so he tried to picture it in his head. “I think the darker bits are more like streaks. Like flowing lines of that darker.”

“And the lighter bits?” Trey prompted in a soft voice.

“And the lighter bits,” Aaron repeated, processing the words a bit slowly.

For a second, he appreciated the effort it took to keep his eyes moving and think at the same time. He mentally chastised himself for losing a bit of the concentration he had, but then he visualized himself relaxing into the couch more. I’m allowed to get distracted, he reminded himself. There’s no way to do this wrong.

“The lighter bits are more like flecks,” he said. His voice wasn’t mumbling as much, but it was soft like Trey’s.

“Good boy. And which do you feel more drawn to right now?”

“The lighter,” Aaron answered, not putting much thought into it.

The amulet was swinging much more now. It twisted and turned more, too, showing that the back of the casing was open so that the brilliant blue was always visible.

“I want you to think of those darker, swooping lines, see how they flow. They almost look like waves. You can almost see them move. Slowly at first, they rise and fall. Can you see it?”

Aaron kept his eyes moving as he willed this image in his mind’s eye to adapt to Trey’s words. Once the imaginary gem came to life in his thoughts, it was easy to imagine the motions continuing.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“Good. Now you can see those waves of dark blue settling, becoming still. As the waters calm, those dark shadows disappear until that royal blue swallows them up. Like a still pond catching the light. No more dark.”

“No more dark,” Aaron repeated.

“The glimpses of light are from the sunrise, it’s almost daybreak.” Trey found himself making up a new visual as he went, but the lack of tension on Aaron’s face was encouraging. “There is a warmth that comes with daybreak. You can see those light patches stretching and growing slightly as a warmth starts in your toes. Can you feel that warmth?”

“Yes,” Aaron answered with no hesitation.

“As you get warmer, you may feel sleepier and feel your eyes get heavy. That’s okay. You can see that still lake even with your eyes closed.”

Aaron didn’t answer, but he knew it was true.

“Those light patches are growing as the warmth creeps up to your ankles, ever so slowly, growing and growing. You can see some of the light patches nearly, nearly touching as the warmth flows up, up your thighs and starting into the tips of your fingers. You can’t help but relax into it.”

Aaron’s eyes had grown heavy and finally shut. Careful not to shift his weight or interrupt himself, Trey slowed the motion of the amulet and set it aside.

“That warmth is to your elbows and stomach. The lake is half of that shining, light blue. You can feel yourself giving into that warmth, allowing your worries and stress to flow out. The warmth continues up, up, up. Up to your chest, encompassing the rest of your arms, your shoulders. The light is so pretty, so easy to focus on. Up your neck, to your jaw, the lake is nearly all light now. Feel that warmth on your cheeks, over your eyes, and just as it reaches the tip of your head that last bit of royal blue is swallowed up by the light and you-” Trey snapped loudly with his last word, “sleep.”

~~~

“Back in your body, back on the couch, and you can feel my hands on you. You can rest here, knowing you’re awake and you can open your eyes whenever you’re ready.”

Aaron’s eyes stayed shut for a moment longer before cracking open to peer at Trey.

“How was that?” Trey asked, grinning.

“That felt so… so floaty and nice,” Aaron answered in a quiet voice, feeling his eyes tear up a bit. He smiled. “I don’t know for sure if that was a full trance, but–”

Trey kissed him. “I think it was more of a full trance than you’re giving it credit for, but I know I can definitely get you deeper than that someday.”

[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Hungry Lion Throws Itself on the Antelope | Kinktober 2024 | “devil’s elevenses”

prompt: kisses

pairing: alex/portia

word count: 2033

song: “close to me” by the cure

Indeed, I was very full by the time Portia and I were alone again in that house, such that I thought about taking off my pants by the time the boy named R.J. had bode his goodbye for the night. The door closed and I lifted up my shirt to show her my belly, slightly stretched taut from everything I had eaten.

“Ooh, that is a belly that needs a little bit of lovin’,” she remarked with a little twinkle to her eyes. She reached over and gently patted me, and then she ran her hand down my skin. I reached down to feel myself, and I shivered at the fact that I was slightly rounded around the waist. Portia stood next to me with her gaze fixed on my belly, and then she looked on at me up and down.

I showed her a little smirk.

“Did you have that casserole, too?” I asked her.

“Oh, you know it.” She rested a hand on her slender little stomach and another shiver shot up my spine. She took off her apron and lay it upon the surface of the table, right on the corner. She reached over to me and held me in her arms. She kept one hand on my bare belly as she moved in closer to my face for a gentle kiss.

Her body was warm as it pressed up against me.

“I’ll be in the bedroom in two shakes of a lamb’s tail,” she whispered into my ear, and a third chill shot up my spine. She gave me a quick little rub of the belly, followed by another kiss, and then she doubled back into the kitchen to put the food away.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and I headed on back to the bedroom to wait for her.

I clicked on the light and stripped off my shirt. I let my curls dangle down over my shoulders as I stooped forward over the bed. I rested my hands down on the side of the bed and I let things relax for a moment. I could feel the slight roll on my waist, so slight and yet so soft. My belly was snug and quite full.

All I could think about was her hands on me. Her hands all over my skin.

There was a part of me that wanted to give myself a quick spritz of my cologne, but she had already knocked on the door panel at that point. I turned my head and raked my fingers through the right side of my hair so she could see my roots, especially the roots of my gray streak.

Portia put her arms around me and lightly pressed her lips against the side of my face.

“Let’s party,” she whispered into my ear. “Let me change my clothes first.”

“Of course,” I assured her, and I stood upright with both of my hands on my chest. I stroked my hands down onto my belly all for her pleasure.

I watched her go to the closet, where she stripped off her top, followed by her bra: I couldn’t stop looking at her breasts, even as she put on her teddy and covered up her body. She let her pants fall to the floor, and then she ran her fingers through her lilac hair. I licked my lips and gave my hips a little swing, and then I climbed onto the bed.

I rolled over onto my back so my legs were wide open for her. I smirked up at her as she lunged in between my legs.

She lay her hands on either side of me, and she gently lay her body atop of mine. She lay so closely to me, all so that our bellies touched each other. Her body was warm as it rested on top of me.

Though it was going to be uncomfortable for the two of us within a manner of minutes, it gave me such a rush of blood to my head.

“There is something really intimate about this,” I confessed to her. She lifted herself up and looked down into my face: her lilac hair dangled down over me like the hem of a curtain.

I lay my legs down flat on the bed so they dangled over the edge. She straddled my hips, and then she sat up on the tops of my thighs.

“Want some kisses?”

“I’m always up for kisses,” I told her as I ran my fingers through my hair. Portia rubbed her hands together, and then she lowered her face down to my belly. A few soft kissed near the top, right under my ribcage.

“Oh, those kinds of kisses,” I declared. She moved her lips down around my belly: her lips felt like little feathers on my skin. Feathers and velvet to better keep in the warmth.

It made me think of when she gave me kisses all over my body, except this was centered on the warm soft feeling inside of me. This made my heart pound in my chest and it made me want to cuddle up next to her and make love to her.

“Ooh… oh my,” I breathed out. “That feels really good.” Indeed, I could feel something in between my legs. In between my hips, and it wasn’t just the fact that she had her bare ass on my thighs, either. The one thing protecting her from my burgeoning erection was my pants.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s good.” My voice warbled a bit, and I closed my eyes as she brought her lips to below my belly button. I put my arms up over my head and let my body relax.

This was actually more gorgeous than her kissing every inch of me, because this was even more intimate. This was something that I had been wanting for such a long time, and more so when I was out there on the couch with the casserole.

She opened my jeans and revealed more skin to herself. She licked her lips and gave me another batch of kisses, and that time, I had to hoist myself up onto my elbows to better look at her.

I lifted myself up as she nudged down my pants and my underwear. Her lips down my trail and onto the top of my dick.

Now I understood what she meant when she told me that kisses led to blowies and rubs led to hand jobs. That time around, she moved in so much harder and quicker on me than when she kissed me all over, and I could feel my back arching even more than it did before. I gasped and tilted my head back.

It was a feeling I never wanted to stop. I always wanted to feel it, and all for myself, and I wanted Portia to do it to me every single time.

She blew me for a long time, too, long enough for me to feel the saliva on the face of my dick, and long enough for her jaw to get tired. Portia lifted her head from me, complete with a toss of her lilac hair as if she had dunked her head under water. She then looked on at me with a twinkle in her eye.

“Want me to do it to you next?” I offered her in a broken voice.

“Please,” she said with a hard lick of her lips and a playful smile.

I was still so full when she lay down on the bed before me with the lower part of her teddy lifted up.

She was about to get a taste of the Skol-tongue. I gave my hair a toss back and kissed the inside of her thighs first, all the way down to her bare crotch. I could see her lips were already bright pink, as her blowing me had done something to her. But I wanted a taste of her, however.

Gently, I lifted up the bottom part of her teddy and showed off her breasts and her belly to myself. I locked eyes with her as I put my lips down on her chest first, the round part of her breasts and near her nipples. I never lifted my gaze from her, especially when she put her hands behind her head and cocked out her hip to accentuate the hourglass shape of her body.

“So intense,” she breathed, and I kept going. I did what she did with me, all around the top of her belly towards her waist. She was warmer than me, and she had those lush curves as well: in fact, I could feel myself getting carried away as I moved on closer to her hipbones. Her skin was smooth and snug, especially when I moved on closer to her bare crotch. Her skin was so smooth there, even smoother than any skin I had ever felt with my own lips or my tongue for that matter.

I made that beeline of kisses down that delicate skin, and then I reached her hood.

I once again locked eyes with her as I let my tongue do the talking. I slipped in under her hood to taste her clit. She tasted so good, spicy enough to give that spicy sausage casserole a run for its money. She lifted her head at first, and then she hoisted herself up onto her elbows with her lips parted and her face slightly pink with the rush. I never lifted my gaze from her all the while; I kept my hands down on her thighs to hold her steady.

“To the left,” she gasped. I moved my tongue over to the left side of her clit, and I noticed her back arching from the feeling. “Oh god—yes—yes—”

I took my tongue out and slipped it onto her lips, onto that fine delicate skin for another taste. She tasted a little bit sweet, the way a confectioner or a baker should in fact taste in my eyes. My tongue slithered inside to taste her even more, and that time, she reached down and ran her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes at that point.

I was having dessert. I was helping myself to more of a dessert than those heavenly Nanaimo bars or that angel food cake that looked like packing peanuts, and we were both enjoying it. 

Indeed, Portia’s breath quickened a bit. I could feel her moving her body from side to side. My hands were growing tires from pinning her down, and thus, I decided to let her thrash about as much as she wanted.

I moved my tongue back up to her clit for another round, and that time she gasped and let out a little moan, the sound we both wanted to hear. My tongue curled around it, and she let out a low whistle followed by a hum.

She ran her fingers through my hair again.

“Good boy,” she assured me. I took my tongue out and kissed her skin some more as a finishing touch. All along the inside of her hips and back up to her belly.

“It’s like you’re conducting a symphony, baby,” she told me with a chuckle. I locked my gaze with her again, and that time I noticed the warm tender glow about her face. I was conducting a symphony, alright, and one that beckoned out the devil horns from both of us. One last kiss on her lower belly before I took one final look to her lips, which at that point were as pink as a rubber. I moved into her face for a kiss on her lips to seal the deal between us.

She closed her eyes and showed me a smile.

“That was wonderful,” she breathed to me.

“If we had more time, I’d do that to you every night,” I vowed to her.

“We should absolutely do this again,” she said. “During the springtime, too.”

“Absolutely,” I promised her, and I put my arms around her and I gave her another kiss, a firmer one that time so we both could be tickled.

[greenbileba5tard]

menstruation is so fucking metal. like imagine BLEEDING from a cavern in your torso and producing electric shocks thats so fucking sickkkkkk /pos