#kink appendix

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While you're free to definite the prompts however you like, below you will find a basic definition of each of the kinks on offer.

Some of these prompts have a degree of overlap.

If you feel a major kink has been missed that can't be interpreted from these prompts that is stopping you from wanting to sign up (remember there is a free space on all bingo cards), please pop us a message.

Please keep our Safety/Your Kink Is Not My Kink guidance in mind when viewing this list, and that some of these are counted as kinks because they are fandom/writing tropes, rather than real-world kinks.

Abduction

Kidnapping, whether real, imagined, or roleplayed.

Aftercare

After a kink scene or session, aftercare involves actions that help to re-regulate. That might be food, cleaning/bathing, affection, or discussion.

Ageplay

One or more individuals involved pretend to be a different age than they are.

Alpha/Beta/Omega

An alternate universe where people have primary and secondary sexes. The secondary sexes are Alpha/Beta/Omega, and often determine a hierarchy.

Amputation

The removal of limbs whether real, imagined or roleplayed, and/or the sexualisation of amputation/amputees.

Anonymity

Sex with strangers, or other scenarios where participants have a level of anonymity, through other means such as dark rooms, masquerades etc.

Aphrodisiacs

Drugs which induce sexual arousal.

Authority Figures

Scenarios involving individuals with a form of authority, or the sexualisation of those in high-level positions. 

BDSM

Any activity related to the acronym: bondage, domination, sadism and masochism.

Bed Sharing

Sharing a bed, sleeping bag, or other sleeping arrangement, such as the known “hotel only has one bed” trope.

Begging

Sexual use of pleading or bargaining, potentially including kneeling and emotional distress.

Belly Bulge/Cumflation

Belly bulging caused by penetrative sex, large toys or other insertions, or the expansion of the belly due to excessive amounts of semen ingested or deposited.

Biting

Using the teeth to mark or inflict pain/sensation on another. 

Blindfolds

The use of blindfolds to deprive someone of sight, whether professional or makeshift.

Bloodplay

Kink or sex involving interaction with blood, such as cutting, fighting, blood drinking, blood smearing.

Body Worship

Admiring the body of another in some form, such as kissing or licking specific body parts or giving massages. 

Body Fluids

Involving any body fluid such as blood, urine, vomit, semen, secretions, sweat and sometimes faeces.

Body Modification

Modifying the body in some way. This could include permanent modifications such as tattoos or piercings, but also encompasses temporary modifications such as dying hair.  

Body Writing

Writing phrases on the body. Whilst often used to write humiliating or degrading phrases, the writing could also be messages of affirmation for a partner. 

Bondage

The physical restraint/restriction of movement of someone with ropes, chains, mummification or other tools.

Boobjob

The stimulation of a penis or toy with/between breasts or pecs.

Branding/Burning

Using fire or heated objects to mark the skin or cause pain. 

Bratting

Someone behaving like a “brat”, who talks back, “sasses”, pushes boundaries or disobeys rules in a kink/sexual scenario, often overlapping with dom/sub roles.

Breathplay

The restriction and/or control of someone’s breathing, such as through choking or breath-holding.

Breeding Bench

Use of a structure to restrain someone in order for others to have sex with them, often modelled after an item used in commercial dog/farm animal breeding. Sometimes known as a breeding stand.

Breeding Kink

Sexualisation of the possibility of pregnancy, such as sex without birth control and internal ejaculation. Can be linked to actual attempts to cause pregnancy, or separate from it.

Bruises

Bruising of the body, whether purposefully acquired during kink activities or not. 

Bukkake

Multiple people ejaculate on one person, sometimes focusing on someone drinking excess semen.

Caning

Using a cane to strike or threaten someone, often used as a form of punishment.

Cannibalism

The consumption of human flesh by another human, whether real, imagined/allegorical or roleplayed.

Caught in the Act

People caught in a sexual situation, such as being walked in on.

Chastity

Abstaining from sexual contact in some way. This could be enforced with the use of chastity cages or belts, which prevent the genitals from being touched. 

Cheating

Scenarios focused on infidelity or cheating on a partner, including fictional roleplay of such. Distinct from consensual polyamory.

Class Fantasies

Fantasies based around social class, whether real or roleplayed. 

Clothing Kink

Kinks related to items of clothing such as g-strings or bodysuits, or clothing-based scenarios, such as visible panty lines, seeing nipples through clothing, or bulges in jeans. 

CBT/Cock and Ball Torture

A form of impact and pain play focusing on genitalia. This could involve (but is not limited to) striking, stepping on, piercing, splitting, or even removal of the penis and/or testicles. 

Coercion

The use of coercive or manipulative tactics to get someone to agree to sex, such as blackmail, bullying, harassment, sometimes with the use of drink/drugs or other substances to inhibit perceptions.

Collars

Often used in dominant/submissive relationships, collars can symbolise ownership of another, protection/security, or even ownership of one’s self. However, they can appear in plenty of other contexts, like pet play and bondage.

Confined/Caged

The usage of cages or other means to keep an individual in a certain place. 

Contracts

The sexual or kink use of contracts that denote the sexual acts or behaviours permitted or restricted between partners. Sometimes linked to TPE/total power exchange (see below).

Concealed Sex Toys

Sex toys that are concealed in some manner, such as nipple clamps under clothing or remote-controlled anal plugs. 

Costumes

Wearing clothing that would not normally be worn by the individual in daily life, often used to enhance roleplay scenarios. 

Consensual Non-Consent

Usually pre-negotiated roleplay of sexual scenarios that involve rape or coercion, such as ravishment fantasies, rape fantasies, or roleplayed kidnapping scenarios.

Crossdressing

Dressing in clothing that stereotypically belongs to a different gender, sometimes paired with items of clothing that change the appearance of a body, such as breastforms, packers, or binders. 

Cruising/Cottaging

Sexual behaviour often found within gay male communities where specific locations are used as a hookup spot or location to find a sexual partner.

Crying

The sexualisation of tears and/or crying.

Cuckolding

A kink in which one partner in the relationship is the ‘cuck’ and allows their partner to have sex with others, usually as a form of humiliation. They may or may not watch their partner having sex with others.

Danger

Sexualisation of danger or activities that may be dangerous, such as sex while driving, sex an an “enemy”, or in a combat zone.

Daddy/Mommy

The use of parental titles in a sexual context, which can be related to age play or separate from it. Also covers similar titles in other languages, such as Mami/Papi.

Deepthroating

Oral sex involving taking a penis or toy into the throat.

Diapers

The use of adult sized diapers used in a sexual or kink context, which may or may not be related to age play/regression.

Dirty Talk

Talking explicitly during sexual activity. 

Docking

The overlapping of penile foreskins, sometimes inclusive of wider foreskin play.

Dom/Sub

A dynamic in which participants take on the roles of a dominant and a submissive.

Double Penetration

Penetration of more than one orifice at the same time, or being penetrated by two body parts and/or objects in the same orifice. 

Double Anal Penetration

Penetration by two body parts and/or objects at the same time in the anus. 

Double Vaginal Penetration

Penetration by two body parts and/or objects at the same time in the vagina. 

Drugs

Using recreational or prescribed drugs in some form by one or more participant, consensually or otherwise. 

Drunkenness/Drinking

The consumption of alcohol by one or more participant, consensually or otherwise. 

Dry Humping

Sexual sensation sought through clothing, such as rubbing genitals through clothing or rubbing against someone else’s body while one or both parties are clothed.

Dubious Consent

Sexual scenarios where consent is gained in such a way as to not be completely consensual by most definitions. This could include coercion or altered states.

Edgeplay

-Can be used to describe two different forms of kink. Edging is the practice of bringing a person to the brink of orgasm and then stopping, often multiple times. Edgeplay can also be used to encompass acts that are considered to be dangerous, on the ‘edge’ of what is considered safe, sane, and consensual. This may include play which gets close to participants' hard/soft limits. 

Electricity

The use of electricity for physical or sexual stimulation, such as a violet wand, tasers, shock collars or cattle prods. Can include lighting-based spells/magic.

Emotion Play

Kink intended to inspire strong emotions such as crying or laughter, or to toy with the emotions of another. 

Enemas

The use of squirting/hosing water into the anus for cleansing or sexual use. Can also include “douching”, which is a similar term for the act involving a vagina.

Erotic Dance

Dance that is intended to cause arousal, for example stripteases or pole dancing. 

Exhibitionism

Sex or kink with a focus on the acts being performed to an audience or in a manner where an audience may be likely, such as a sex club or in public.

Facesitting

Oral sex or rimming/analingus that involves sitting on a partner’s face.

Feeding

Sexualisation of eating or feeding someone, which may include overfeeding (sometimes called stuffing), and may focus on weight gain.

Feminisation/Sissification

Sexualisation of dressing in feminine clothing, and often being referred to by feminine terms. Whilst those participating are usually men, this still could include those of other genders acting/being made to act in a hyper-feminine manner for sexual purposes. 

Fighting

Sexual or kink use of combat such as wrestling or boxing.

Fisting

The insertion of the whole fist, and sometimes the arm, into the vagina and/or anus.

Food

The sexual use of food, usually distinct from sexualisation of feeding, see above, such as the use of whipped cream during sex, or acts like body sushi (nyotaimori/nantaimori).

Foot Fetish

Arousal derived from the feet of oneself or another. 

Free Use

An individual that is available to provide sexual activity for others at any time. 

Friends With Benefits

Friends who engage in sex without being in an established romantic relationship.

Frottage

The mutual simulation of rubbing penises together, or rubbing a penis against other parts of the body.

Fuck Or Die

A fanfiction trope in which characters must have sex with one another or be killed. 

Fursuits

Costumes used by the furry community in the form of anthropomorphic animals. 

Gags

An object intended to restrict the usage of the mouth, such as purpose-made ball or bit gags, or improvised solutions such as tape or underwear. 

Gender Play

Play involving gender as a central theme, for example participants dressing and acting in a way stereotypically different to their gender. 

Genital Torture

Causing harm to the genitalia in any form, such as slapping/striking, piercing, or inducing uncomfortable sensations, like using ice or deep heat cream. 

Glory Hole

Sexual practice involving a hole in a partition (often a toilet cubicle) where a person can insert their penis for oral or penetrative sex.

Gloves

The usage of gloves in some form, which can be eroticised from the type of material used or the gloves themselves. 

Group Sex

Sexual activity involving multiple participants. 

Guns

Involving guns during sex or kink in some manner. This may include penetration, pistol-whipping, threatening, or even shooting. 

Guro

Involving gore in some way, whether real or roleplayed. 

Hair Pulling

Pulling of hair during kink/sex.

Harem

A sexual scenario where one person has multiple sex partners to service them, sometimes in the context of having many spouses or slaves.

Held Down

Focus on a person being physically restrained by another person/others without the use of additional tools or restraints.

Historical Roleplay

Participants roleplay as people from the past.  

Human Furniture

The treatment of human bodies as inanimate objects, such as seats/stools.

Humiliation/Degradation

Being made to feel embarrassed, ashamed, and/or lesser in some way. This is often verbal, but can also be explored physically, such as by wearing certain clothing, kneeling at a partner’s feet, or being made to act in certain ways. 

Hypnosis/Mind Control

The use of hypnosis or mind control to compelling someone to act upon suggestion or commands, or to create mental ‘triggers’ to cause actions.

Incest

Romantic or sexual interactions between blood relations, whether real or in a pretend/roleplay scenario.

Intercrural Sex

Sex that involves penetrating between the thighs.

Jockstraps

A type of underwear that covers the genitalia but not the backside, with straps around the tops of the thighs and waist, often worn in sports for ease of movement.

Knotting

Sex with a penis or toy that has a knot, inspired by the anatomy of canines, that have a penile knot that swells during sex to keep semen from escaping, increasing the chance of successful pregnancy. Often found within Alpha/Beta/Omega tropes or with non-human characters.

Knife Play

Using knives during sexual scenarios. This could include threatening, cutting, or teasing an individual with a blade. 

Lace

The focus on the textile lace, such as its look and feel.

Leather/Latex

The focus on the textiles leather and latex, such as catsuits, harnesses, gimp masks, or leather chaps.

Lingerie

The focus on underwear or lingerie, such as panties, bras, thongs, garters and hosiery.

Masturbation

Sexual stimulation of a person’s genitals by themselves.

Mechanical/Technological

Sex or kink focused on technology, including sex robots.

Medical Kink

Kink involving real or roleplayed medical scenarios, or nurses/doctors. 

Mirrors

Use of mirrors during kink or sex.

Monsters

Sex or kink scenarios involving monsters, real or roleplayed.

Multiple Orgasms

Sex involving orgasms in quick succession and/or a short refractory period.

Mutual Masturbation

Multiple people masturbating at the same time, potentially watching each other.

Muscles

Sexualisation of fitness, muscles or working out.

Necrophilia

Sexual interaction with dead bodies, whether real or roleplayed.

Nippleplay/Tit Torture

Sexual play focused on the breasts, chest or nipples, whether pleasant or painful play.

Non Consent

-Lack of or denial of consent during sex. See also “Rape” below, but fandom sometimes has a wider or more nuanced use of non-consent that are explored where the two may or may not be used interchangeably.

Obedience

Adherence to the commands or rules set by others in a sex or kink scenario.

Object Penetration

Penetration with an object that is not designed to be a sex toy, such as a bottle.

Objectification

The act of treating another as an object of some form. This could include using a partner as a sex toy, furniture, or something else. 

Omorashi

Sexual pleasure derived from the act of holding in urine until it becomes overwhelming. 

One Night Stand

Sex with a partner, known or a stranger, for one night only.

Oral Fixation

An interest in having items in one’s mouth, such as fingers, food, genitalia, or toys. 

Oral Sex

Stimulation of the genitals with the mouth.

Orgasm Denial/Control

Denying or controlling the orgasm of another in some manner. There are multiple ways to achieve this, ranging from denying stimulation when someone is just about to orgasm (sometimes called edging), using chastity devices, or simply telling another when they can orgasm or not.

Orgies

Group sex involving many people at the same time.

Overstimulation

Performing acts until a person is caused distress by the sensation.

Oviposition

The insertion and/or laying of eggs, through the use of sex toys or monsters.

Painplay

Kink which involves causing harm to another or receiving harm. This could include spanking, whipping, cutting, or electricity. 

Partially Clothed

One or more participants are partially dressed when engaging in sexual activity. 

Pegging/Strap Ons

Using strap-on dildos to penetrate a partner. 

Pet Play

Kink in which participants take on the role of a pet, such as a dog, rabbit, or a cat. 

Punishment

Being punished in some manner for real or roleplayed infractions. This could include impact play such as caning, being made to engage in dull tasks such as writing lines or kneeling in a corner, or having privileges taken away. 

Period Sex

Sex involving any person who is actively menstruating.

Pervertibles

Using items not designed for kink during play, for example a spanking scene using a hairbrush instead of a paddle. 

Phonesex/Epistolary

Sexual activities conducted over the phone. Epistolary refers to the acts taking place through the form of letters, diary entries, emails, etc. 

Pictures/Photos

Taking pictures during sexual activity, or viewing pictures that have been taken of oneself or others. 

Pillory/Stuck in Wall

A form of restraint where someone is trapped in a pillory or similar structure, usually with their genitals exposed. 

Play Piercing

Temporary piercings for sexual or artistic reasons. 

Plushies

Arousal gained from using plush toys in sexual scenarios, such as dry humping, or from the toys themselves. 

Pole Dancing

Dance involving a vertical pole, often used in an erotic context. 

Pony Play

A form of pet play in which a participant takes on the role of a horse. They may wear bridles and other pony gear, and/or participate in activities such as pulling a carriage/cart. 

Pool/Jacuzzi/Bath

Sex in bodies of water.

Porn AU

An alternate universe in which the characters work in the pornography industry. 

Possession/Marking

Involving possessing or having fantasies of possessing another, and/or marking someone to show that claim. Marking could include body modifications such as tattoos, but could also refer to items such as collars, physical markings such as hickeys, or non-permanent modifications like body writing. 

Praise Kink

Arousal derived from praising another or being praised during sex. 

Predicament Bondage

Scenarios involving people who are stuck, such as someone being accidentally tangled up and having their movement restricted and then sexually interacted with. This can also refer to types of bondage designed to put strain on a person and/or challenge them, for example being tied in a position that makes them choose between standing on tiptoes or having a large toy inserted into an orifice. 

Pregnancy

The sexualisation of pregnancy, such as the body and hormonal changes.

Premature Ejaculation

Ejaculation before or soon after engaging in sexual activity, usually with minimal stimulation. 

Primal/Prey

Animalistic sex or kink where participants take on animalistic behaviours, such as growling, biting, chasing and hunting of another person.

Public

Sex or kink in a public place.

Rape

Non-consensual/forced sex.

Religious Kink

Sexualisation of religion, including religious figures, clothing, or imagery. 

Role Reversal

Changing around pre-established dynamics. For instance, a dom/sub couple may take on each other’s usual role. 

Roleplay

Play in which participants take on imaginary roles.

Ropes/Chains

The formal use of ropes such as shibari, manacles and chains or other restraint styles involving improvised tools (cable ties, scarves).

Rough Body Play

The sexualisation of being handled or handling someone else roughly, “manhandling”, or treating/being treated firmly or violently during sex.

Scars/Scarification

Sexualisation of scars, or the act of creating scars through body modification for sexual or kink reasons.

Scat

Play involving excrement. 

Semi-Public Sex

Sex in a place that is semi-public where the risk of being observed is possible but minimal such as in a car in a parking garage, or the concealment of sex acts in a public place such as being touched under a table.

Sensation Play

Kink that focuses on causing and experiencing sensations. This could include ice, hot wax, tickling/feathers, or equipment such as wartenberg wheels. 

Sensory Deprivation

Having senses taken away through use of different implements, such as blindfolds, bondage, or numbing cream. 

Service

Serving another sexually and/or domestically. 

Sex Pollen

The use of drugs or fictional substances, often accidentally, that cause sexual urges that are hard/impossible to resist acting on.

Sex Toys

The use of sex toys such as vibrators, dildos, cockrings, sleeves, love eggs etc.

Sex Machines

The use of mechanical sex toys such as dildo machines that thrust mechanically, milking machines etc.

Sex Show

Sex performed for an audience in an established space such as a sex club.

Sex Work

The act of paying or being paid for sex, such as escort services, sugar babying, or prostitution.

Sexual Slavery

Real or roleplayed unpaid forced sexual labour.

Shaving/Hair Removal

Sexualisation of removing hair from the body or head. 

Shoe Fetish

Sexualisation of shoes in some form. This could include shoe/boot worship, wearing certain shoes during sexual scenarios, or stepping/being stepped on. 

Size Difference

Sexualisation of the difference in size between sexual partners, which could focus on height, weight, or genital size.

Size Kink/Size Queen

Sexualisation or preference for overly small or large genitals.

Smacking/Slapping

Striking another or being struck with an open hand on some part of the body, such as the face or buttocks. 

Smells/Scents

Arousal gained from specific scents, such as perfume or sweat. 

Smoking

Arousal derived from smoking or watching others smoke. Participants could be used as an ashtray, have to light cigarettes/cigars for someone else, or be made to smoke. 

Snuff

Being killed/dying during sex, and/or arousal at the idea of killing or being killed.

Somnophilia/Sleep Sex

Sex with someone who is asleep, or with someone pretending to be asleep.

Sounding

Insertion of tubes or rods into the urethra. 

Spanking/Paddling 

Striking the buttocks of another person with a hand or tool.

Stripping

The sexualisation of clothing removal.

Subspace/Headspace

-During kink scenarios, some participants find themselves in a different state of mind to usual - subspace can be described as relaxing or meditative. Different headspaces can also be entered during types of play like petplay, where participants connect more to the animals they are portraying. 

Subdrop/Domdrop

After some kink scenarios, participants may feel vulnerable or overwhelmed by the emotions and sensations explored during the scenario. 

Suspension

Suspending an individual in the air with the use of rope bondage or hooks/piercings. 

Swinging/Partner-Swapping

The consensual swapping of sex partners, done between established couples.

Tantric Sex

Sometimes called yogic sex, where the focus is on slow/extended sexual interaction, control of arousal and orgasm.

Tattoos/Tattooing

Arousal derived from seeing tattoos on another or oneself, as well as the act of tattooing or getting tattoos. 

Teasing

Sexual play that involves arousing a partner, prolonging gratification.

Temperature Play

Sex or kink involving temperature, such as the use of ice during sex, or having sex for warmth.

Tentacles

The sexual use of real or imagined tentacles, such as sex toys modelled after tentacles or involving fantasy creatures/monsters.

Threesome

Three people having sex together.

Tickling

The stimulation of a person using light touches or toys such as feathers in order to cause an automatic laugh response.

Topping from the Bottom

Refers to a “bottoming” sexual partner (the partner receiving sexual penetration) taking on a “top” or “dominant” role, usually in the face of this dynamic being unexpected.

Torture/Interrogation

Real or roleplayed scenarios where pain, sensory deprivation, and intense questioning is used to extract information from someone.

Total Power Exchange

An individual consensually gives up their autonomy and allows another to take full control over them. This can be just sexually, or in daily life. 

Transactional Sex

Sex in exchange for something, whether real or roleplayed.

Tribadism

Also known as “scissoring”, the act of two people rubbing their vulvas/vaginas together for sexual stimulation.

Uniforms

The sexualisation of certain uniforms. These could be uniforms that participants wear in daily life for work, or costumes explicitly for sexual activities. 

Vanilla

Sex without kink.

Vehicular

Sexual intercourse in a vehicle, such as a car or aeroplane. Sex on horseback counts as vehicular if you’re a cowboy.

Videos

The act of watching videos during sexual scenarios, or taking videos during them. 

Virginity/Celibacy

Sexualisation of virginity, sexual inexperience, or the choice/requirement to refrain from sex, such as religious vows.

Voyeurism 

Watching or being watched during sexual activity. 

Washing/Cleaning

The act of washing or cleaning either a person or an object. 

Watersports

Activities involving urine. This could include urinating on another person or oneself, attempting to hold in urine, or ingesting urine. 

Wax Play

Sensation play involving hot wax on skin. 

Weapons

Using weapons in sexual scenarios, such as guns, knives, or swords. 

Wet/Messy/Dirty

Play involving messy fluids and/or substances that are not bodily fluids.

Whipping/Flogging

Using a whip or a flogger during impact play, often during punishment scenes. 

Wings

-The focus/sexualisation of a character with wings, often called “wingfic” in fandom.

Workplace Sex

Sexual activity taking place in one or more of the participants’ workplace. 

Vore

Being eaten alive/eating others alive, distinct from cannibalism as a fantasy-based kink which can involve digestion, but often is more focused on the sensations of having another person in the belly/stomach. 

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whatever you need

★pairing: xavier x fem!reader ★wc: 2.5k ★content: xavier takes care of you through ovulation pain and ovulation horny (horny only dealt with after the pain has passed). 18+ smut: breeding/ovulation kink, oral (f receiving), piv, multiple orgasms, creampie, possessive xavier. nicknames for reader: starlight, baby, love. nicknames for xavier: bunny, baby. ★a/n: this was a cathartic comfort piece that descended into pure smut. if I had a nickel for every time I wrote a fic for xavier that turned horny halfway through- ★masterlist

“Oh fuck,” you hiss, doubling over in pain as it shoots through your abdomen.

You don’t even have time to blink before Xavier is by your side, hand pressed over where you clutch at yourself.

“What’s wrong?” His words rush out, leaning down to try and catch your gaze. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I—” you break off with a hiss, leaning back over the moment you try and straighten yourself. “Fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

Your eyes flash up to his, wide-eyed and panicked as fear at the sudden pain flares to life.

“Xavier, I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, easing you back onto your sofa, helping you find a comfortable position—which results in you leaning almost all the way forward, bent over your knees, head between them. “It could be your appendix. Have you had issues with it before? I’ll call the hospital—”

“Wait,” you interrupt, reaching out to tug him back. He immediately sits beside you, holding your hand securely in his. “What day is it?”

When you look up at him, he’s blinking, head tilted in confusion.

“Tuesday?” he answers slowly, brows furrowing.

“No.” You shake your head with a little laugh, wincing as the pain pinches again. It’s less stabbing in this position, more cramping, and starting to feel familiar. “My cycle. Can you bring up your calendar?”

Xavier’s eyes widen in understanding, scrambling to pull his phone out of his pocket.

“I think it’s too early for your period,” he mumbles, eyebrows furrowed in thought as he taps on his screen to bring up the calendar. He's no stranger to your painful cramps, even if it's never hit you so suddenly with no bleeding before.

He scrolls through the calendar for his little reminder of the day your period starts, marked simply by your initials and a star emoji.

“No, not that.”

You point at the start of your last period, following down through the weeks to find yourself at about 14 days from it today.

“Okay,” you sigh in relief, leaning back on the couch.

“What?” Xavier looks at you, then back at today’s date, then up at you again. “I don’t understand.”

You laugh a little, endeared by his little pout when you do.

“Two weeks,” you explain, pointing at the date with your finger again. When he still looks confused, you lay it out simply, “I’m ovulating, Xavier. It’s ovulation pain.”

But he’s already tuning out the moment you say ovulating, cheeks slowly tinting a dark pink.

“Oh.”

His mouth opens, and closes. You press your free hand not clutching your abdomen to your mouth, stifling a giggle, but his pout deepens at the little sound that escapes you anyway.

For all the effort he put into tracking your PMS, your period itself, your mood changes and all your symptoms, he hadn’t thought to check when you were ovulating?

“No wonder I’ve been extra horny lately,” you mumble to yourself, and he coughs.

“I—” Clearing his throat, he looks back at you, and down to your hand on your stomach. You can see him focusing back in slowly, even though he’s still blushing. So fucking cute. “I didn’t know it hurt?”

“Sometimes.” You shrug, cupping his cheek when he frowns in concern up at you. He presses his palm to your hand, nuzzling into your touch with those big blue eyes. “Not always. But it tends to happen on the same side for me, so I usually recognize it. It just…took me by surprise this time.”

Xavier pulls your hand back from his cheek, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm. He kisses up your forefinger, then the middle, nipping playfully at the tip of your ring one, and you giggle.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, rubbing at the dull, pinching pain. You still didn’t dare to move much, not wanting to trigger another spike. “Can you get the heating pad?”

“Sure thing, love,” he murmurs sweetly, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before he’s off to the cupboard where you keep most of your arsenal of period supplies.

“Need anything else?” he calls as you hear him rifling through it.

“I don't think so,” you answer, watching as he comes back into the living room, plugging the heating pad into the outlet and switching it on before placing it on your tummy.

You sigh in relief when the heat slowly begins to sink in, relaxing back into the sofa.

“Thank you, bunny,” you whisper, lips meeting his in a kiss. And then another, slow and sweet, nose nuzzling against his.

He hums, kissing the tip of your nose, then buries his face in your neck. Xavier curls himself around you, rubbing gently at your stomach through the heating pad.

“Anything for you, my starlight.”

You’re both quiet for a while, sinking into each other, enjoying the shared body heat. Time drifts past, and you're lazy and content in each other's arms, the brief moment of pain passing while you snuggle your boyfriend.

He rests on top of you, head on your chest. Your hand rubs over his back, slipping under his hoodie and t-shirt to scratch lightly at his skin, and you smile as he makes soft noises of content. You're almost certain he's fallen asleep from the peaceful moment—you know you're about to doze off yourself.

Then he asks, softly, “Do you want me to…track it?”

“Hm?” you hum, half-asleep from the cozy cuddling.

“When you…ovulate.” His voice rasps a little when he says it. You think it’s unintentional, but it still sends a little shiver through you. His grip on you tightens when you do. “Do you want me to track it?”

“I’m surprised you didn’t already, honestly.”

Xavier shrugs, burying his face further against your neck. You card your fingers through his hair, and he hums happily.

“I…wasn’t sure if it was okay to pay attention to it.”

“You could’ve just asked me.” You sigh fondly, giving a little tug at the ends of his hair, and he jerks with a quiet grunt. “Silly bunny.”

You can feel him smile against your skin, right before he snuggles closer into you.

“So, is it…?”

“Yes, Xavier.” You press a kiss to the top of his head, smiling against his fluffy hair, almost golden in the late afternoon light that filters through your curtains. “You can track when I ovulate.”

He lets out a shuddering breath. “Okay.”

The tension is palpable as you both fall quiet again.

More time passes, and you feel more and more restless, panties damp just from the thought of him knowing what your body needed right now. You wiggle a little, testing to see if any pain lingered, and sigh in relief when you feel it’s gone completely, the moment long passed.

“Xavier,” you whine, nosing along the skin behind his ear. Your teeth graze along the sensitive lobe when he jerks forward with a little moan, holding you tighter as you bite down gently. Your voice is husky when you ask, “Does that turn you on? Knowing that I'm ovulating?”

He sighs shakily, gripping at your waist.

“Are you still in pain?”

You grin wickedly, even if he can't see it. “Nope. Not for a while.”

He breathes out in relief. “Okay. Good.”

You’re flat on your back in an instant, your sweet boyfriend gazing down at you with that familiar, darkening look.

Your thighs squeeze together, and his palms slide down, gently parting them.

“Oh, baby,” he sighs, eyeing the wet patch that had managed to seep through your comfortable, thin lounge shorts. “Already?”

You bite your lip, and his hand comes up behind your head on the armrest, towering over you with all the carefully contained, hidden power you were so obsessed with.

“I told you I've been horny.” You can’t help but smirk at the way his flush darkens at that. “All I’ve been able to think about for days is you fucking me stupid.”

Xavier sucks in a breath, already tugging down your shorts and panties in one strong yank.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he nearly whines, lowering himself down your body, pressing sloppy kisses to your stomach when you nudge the now obsolete heating pad out of the way, switching it off. “I would’ve given it to you. I would’ve kept us home from work and fucked you all day and night until you were full of my cum. Until it—”

He cuts himself off, peering up at you uncertainly, his lips grazing against your hip bone.

“Say it,” you breathe, hips jerking up, nearly brushing your dripping pussy against his lips, and he licks his watering mouth at the near contact. “Please.”

“Fuck,” Xavier groans, sucking your wet folds into his mouth. He lets them go with an obscene pop just as quickly, and you whine. “I would’ve filled you until it took.”

“Yes,” you whimper, head tilting back with a moan of relief when his tongue descends on you, licking up your entrance and flicking across your clit with expert precision, learned from an intimate knowledge of your body alone. “Please.”

“That's what you want, isn't it?”

His words tease you as much as his mouth, the vibrations of his sinful promises just as mind numbingly good as his tongue thrusting into your tight, needy hole. He licks along your walls, and you tremble under him, feeling his moan deep inside you when you clench around his tongue.

“You want me to breed you until you’re all mine,” he gasps when he pulls back for air, "don’t you?”

You don't answer right away, lost in the pleasure, and squeak when he gently pinches your ass.

“Tell me, love,” he commands gently, soft voice dark as sin, and your thighs tremble. “Use your words.”

“Yes," you gasp, hips rolling up into his ravenous mouth. “Yes, Xavier, fuck.”

Your fingers tighten in his hair, and he moans, tongue licking back up to your clit to suck it into his mouth. He hums in content as he circles it with the tip, then rubs it with the flat of his tongue, back and forth.

“Yours,” you whimper, refusing to look away from how drunk he was on the taste of you, his lashes fluttering at your words. "I'm already yours.”

“Mine,” he pants, dark eyes meeting yours. He shakes his head from side to side, the flat of his tongue rubbing your clit at a pace that makes your toes curl, breathing heavily through his nose. His possessive words are slurred against your cunt, “You're all fucking mine.”

Your mouth falls open, higher pitched moans escaping you as your orgasm hits you hard and fast.

God, you loved coming at this time of month. It always came so much easier, and felt so much deeper, consuming, even without being filled.

But Xavier planned on making good of his promise.

He gives one more suck to your overstimulated clit, kissing it before leaning back on his heels. His thumbs hook into his sweatpants, tugging them down with his boxers, and you only have a moment to appreciate how hard and flushed his pretty, thick cock is before it’s disappearing into your folds.

“Too much?” He pants out, hips stilling a few inches inside your cunt when you let out a quiet cry.

“No,” you whimper, reaching out for him, nails digging into his muscular thigh. “More, Xavier. Need you to fuck me, need to be full of you.”

You lose any coherent thought as he slams into you to bottom out in one full stroke. And, oh, the filthy things that soft voice could say as he begins fucking you in earnest.

“—so beautiful, my love, god you’re so—hah, so wet. Taking me so well, your pussy’s sucking me in like she wants me to live inside you.”

The couch creaks with each powerful thrust, nearly scraping back against the floor, and you have just enough of a moment of clarity to feel bad for your neighbors. But then Xavier’s cock hits a spot inside you just right, and you don’t care anymore if they all hear you screaming his name to the heavens.

Just the passing thought of them knowing how good their quiet, sleepy neighbor fucks you is enough to make you clench around him, pulling a moan from his throat.

“Please,” you beg, legs hooking around his waist, and he tugs you closer until your hips are flush together, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each quick, shallow thrust. “Cum inside me Xavier, please, please, want you to fill me up.”

“I’ll fill you up,” he groans out, lifting your hips as he snaps his own into them. “You’ll be dripping with me for days, starlight. On the subway, in the office, everywhere we go you’ll still be stuffed with my cum—”

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Please,” Xavier whimpers, leaning forward to press kisses along your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. “Wanna breed you, fuck you again and again until you’re having my—”

“Xavier!” you cry out, seeing stars as white hot pleasure blooms through you when you come for the second time.

You can feel the pressure of his hand in yours, fingers curling tightly together as his cock pulses and floods you with hot spurts of his cum.

“Take it,” Xavier pants against your ear, moaning and mouthing at your skin. “Take it, fuck, need you to take it until I get you all knocked up for me.”

“Xav,” you whine, tugging at his hair when the overstimulation begins to kick in.

His thrusts slow, weak rolls of his hips to get every last rope of cum as deep into your pussy as it can be, before he collapses on top of you.

“Too—” he pauses, gasping for breath, and you soothe your hands down over his back, letting him sink his weight into you, until he was practically a weighted blanket. “Too much?”

“Mm, no,” you hum, nudging his chin up to admire his blissed out face. Your lips meet his in a lazy kiss, whining when just the simple act of affection has him twitching inside you again. “Just enough.”

He kisses you a few more times before pushing himself up, slowly pulling out of you. His fingers catch the glob of his cum that spills out, slowly pushing it back into your puffy, soaked cunt.

Xavier smirks in that dark, satisfied look as you watch the possessive action with a whine.

“Same time next month, starlight?” he asks breathlessly, cheeky in that endearing playfulness and too damn proud of himself.

You snort, gently swatting his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you sigh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before he stands, his half-hard, cum-slicked dick still out as he moves to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean you up. You're in for a full day of loving attention and cuddles now, and you smile. “See you then, baby.”

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[kittenan]

Private Play Terms

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x Corporate Lawyer!Reader Genre: BDSM AU, Enemies to Lovers, Power Play, Office AU Tone: Tense, seductive, flirty, emotionally slow-burn, fluff Themes: First-time kink, trust building, contract-based D/s, slow seduction, reluctant desire → obsession Warnings: Consensual BDSM, Dom!Jungkook, Brat-tamer dynamic, Desk sex, Orgasm control, Dirty talk, Aftercare Word Count: ~7k

Jeon Industries’ glass tower dominates Seoul’s skyline, a symbol of power you now navigate. You stride through its lobby, heels clicking on marble, briefcase in hand. Hired to oversee a high-profile merger, you’re a force—sharp, meticulous, unbreakable. But no one warned you about him.

Jeon Jungkook, the 30-year-old CEO, is a storm in a tailored suit. Dark hair swept back, inked forearms peeking from rolled sleeves, and a smirk that could unravel a saint. In the boardroom, his eyes linger on your pencil skirt before meeting your gaze, his handshake deliberate, thumb grazing your knuckles.

“Welcome, Counselor,” he says, voice a smoky drawl. “I hear you’re the best at sealing deals.”

You tilt your chin. “I don’t just seal them, Mr. Jeon. I make them unbreakable.”

His lips twitch, the air crackling. “Good. I like a woman who can bind things.”

The merger is brutal—late nights, endless drafts, and Jungkook’s relentless presence. He’s infuriatingly charismatic, leaning too close over documents, his breath tickling your ear as he purrs, “Careful, Counselor. Your arguments make me want to confess sins not fit for boardrooms.” You scoff, but the heat in your core betrays you.

One night, at 2 a.m., you uncover a redacted clause in a merger appendix: Private Play Terms. It’s personal, unrelated to the deal. Curiosity overrides exhaustion, and you confront Jungkook the next evening in his corner office.

The city glitters beyond the windows, but inside, tension hums. Jungkook lounges in his leather chair, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, revealing tattoos that make your mouth dry. You toss the document onto his desk.

“Explain this, Mr. Jeon.”

He glances at it, then at you, lips curling into a dangerous smile. “That wasn’t meant for your eyes. But since you’re curious…” He leans forward, voice a velvet growl. “I’ll walk you through it. Hands-on, if you’d like.”

Your pulse spikes. “This is inappropriate.”

“Is it?” He stands, rounding the desk, his cologne—sandalwood and sin—fogging your senses. “You brought it up. Tell me you’re not intrigued.”

You should leave. But his gaze pins you, and the thrill of his challenge sparks something reckless. “Fine,” you say, voice steady despite trembling hands. “Explain.”

Jungkook reveals the Private Play Terms was a consensual BDSM mentorship agreement with a former partners, outlining boundaries, safe words, and trust. It’s precise, almost legalistic, but the implications are raw, electric. He’s used these contracts before—purely for pleasure, no strings attached—but there’s something about you that feels different. You see it in his eyes, though he doesn’t say it.

“You’re intrigued,” he says, reading you. “Don’t deny it.”

“I’m… processing,” you snap, crossing your arms. “This is a lot.”

He steps closer, voice softening. “I’m offering a trial. One session, strictly professional. No romance, just exploration. You set the terms. You can walk away.”

Your mind screams no. This crosses every line. But your body hums with his voice, his proximity, the idea of surrendering control. You’ve always been in charge—now, letting go feels intoxicating.

“Why me?” you ask, searching his face.

“Because you’re brilliant. Fierce. You don’t back down.” His eyes darken. “You draft clauses to protect. I write them to own. We’re not so different.”

You swallow hard. “One session. I draft the contract.”

His grin is victorious. “Deal.”

You craft a meticulous agreement: boundaries, safe words (red to stop, yellow to slow), and an exit clause. You sign it in his office, hands shaking as he countersigns.

“Ready?” he asks, voice a low rumble.

You nod, heart pounding. “Let’s see if you’re as good as you think you are.”

The first session begins after hours, the office silent except for Seoul’s distant hum. Jungkook locks the door, dims the lights, and pulls a silk blindfold from his desk. Your breath catches as he steps behind you, fingers brushing your shoulders as he ties it gently, the fabric cool against your skin.

“Trust me,” he murmurs, his voice a lifeline in the darkness. “You say the word, and we stop.”

You nod, the blindfold amplifying every sound, every sensation. His footsteps circle you, deliberate and slow. “Kneel,” he commands, and the authority in his tone sends a shiver down your spine. You hesitate, pride warring with desire, then lower yourself to the plush carpet, knees sinking in, skirt riding up your thighs.

“Good girl,” he says, and the praise ignites a molten spark in your core. He steps closer, his presence looming. “I was going to have you read your merger draft,” he says, amusement in his voice. “But with that blindfold, let’s try something else. Recite the key terms. You know them by heart, don’t you?”

Your mouth goes dry, but you nod. “Yes.”

“Then start,” he says, his hand grazing your jaw, tilting your chin up, thumb brushing your lower lip with a featherlight touch that makes you tremble. “And don’t stop, no matter what I do.”

You take a shaky breath and begin, voice quivering as you recite the merger’s core clauses—asset transfers, liability splits, timelines. Jungkook’s hands roam, slow and deliberate, tracing your collarbone with the pads of his fingers, skimming the edge of your blouse. Each touch is calculated, teasing, unraveling you. His fingers dip beneath the fabric, grazing the swell of your breast, and you falter, voice catching.

“Focus,” he says, voice firm, his thumb circling your nipple through your bra, sending a jolt of heat to your core. “Or I’ll make this harder.”

You try, but his touch is relentless. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips briefly before trailing to your thighs, parting them slightly. His fingers brush the edge of your panties, the fabric already damp, and you gasp, the merger terms slipping from your mind. He pauses, leaving you aching, your body screaming for more.

“Start again,” he orders, voice low and wicked, his breath hot against your ear as he kneels behind you. “From the top.”

You whimper but obey, restarting the recitation, voice shakier now. His hands resume their torture, sliding beneath your skirt, fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He hooks a finger under your panties, pulling them aside, and the cool air against your slick folds makes you clench. He doesn’t touch you where you need it most, instead circling just close enough to drive you mad. Your voice breaks as you stumble through the clauses, each word a battle against the pleasure building inside you.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “So wet for me, and I’ve barely started. Keep going, sweetheart.”

You push through, thighs trembling, core throbbing. His fingers finally brush your clit, a slow, deliberate stroke that makes you arch, a moan escaping before you bite it back. He chuckles, dark and approving, and rewards you with another stroke, then another, each one precise, building you toward the edge but never letting you fall. Your recitation becomes a desperate chant, each clause punctuated by his touch—fingers circling, teasing, denying.

When you finish the final clause, your voice is a breathless gasp, body taut with need. “Perfect,” he says, voice reverent. He slides two fingers inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot, and you cry out, hips bucking against his hand. His thumb presses your clit, and you’re so close, so desperate, but he pulls back, leaving you empty and aching.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, lips grazing your ear. “You haven’t earned it.”

He removes the blindfold, and the sudden light makes you blink. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, but there’s a softness there, grounding you. He kneels before you, brushing damp hair from your face. “You were incredible,” he whispers. “You’re made for this.”

You’re dazed, body screaming for release, craving more. He helps you stand, steadying your wobbly legs, and presses a glass of water to your lips. “Drink,” he says, watching with an intensity that makes your heart stutter. His aftercare is deliberate, hands gentle as he checks in, ensuring you’re okay. He wraps a soft throw around your shoulders, his fingers lingering, and for a moment, you see something in his eyes—admiration, maybe more.

You nod, catching your breath, but the session has shifted something. You’re hooked—not just on the power play, but on him. Yet, as the haze clears, doubt creeps in. This is unprofessional. Dangerous. You’re risking everything.

The next morning, you’re a wreck. Your reflection shows smudged mascara, hair wild from last night’s chaos. Your body hums with the memory of Jungkook’s fingers, his voice, the way he unraveled you. But your mind screams: What were you thinking?

You’re a lawyer. You live for ethics, boundaries, control. Last night was a reckless plunge into something you barely understand. The contract was supposed to protect you, but it feels like a flimsy excuse for crossing a line. You let your CEO blindfold you, command you, nearly break you in his office. This could ruin your career.

You avoid Jungkook all day, dodging meetings, burying yourself in work. By evening, you’re drafting an email to withdraw from the trial, fingers hovering over send. You can’t do this. Not with him. Not when his gaze makes your resolve crumble.

He finds you in the file room, door clicking shut. He’s in a black suit, tie loose, looking like temptation incarnate. “You’re avoiding me,” he says, stepping closer.

You clutch a folder. “Last night was a mistake. It’s unprofessional. I’m out.”

His eyes narrow, but he keeps his distance. “You signed the contract. You knew what you were getting into.”

“I didn’t know it’d feel like…” You falter, cheeks burning. “Like I’d lose myself.”

He softens. “You didn’t lose anything. You gave control, and you were perfect. You can walk away, but don’t lie—you wanted it. You still do.”

You shake your head. “This crosses every line. My career, my ethics—”

“Your ethics?” He steps closer, voice low. “You drafted the terms. You said yes. If you’re scared, say it. Don’t hide behind your job.”

Anger flares. “Don’t patronize me. You’re my boss, Jungkook. This isn’t a game—it’s my life.”

He watches you, then nods. “Okay. If you want out, you’re out. I won’t push.” His voice is calm, but his eyes are raw, like you’ve wounded him. “But you felt something. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”

He leaves, and the room feels colder. You don’t send the email, but you don’t delete it either. For days, you’re a ghost—professional, distant. But Jungkook doesn’t give up. He’s used to women diving into his contracts eagerly, but you’re different. Your retreat, your principles, the way you held your ground—it’s new to him. He respects you more for it, and it’s why he can’t let you go.

His efforts start small but deliberate. He leaves your favorite coffee on your desk one morning, a note tucked under the cup: No strings. Just thought you needed this. You sip it, and damn it, it’s perfect. The next day, he sends a memo praising your merger work, cc’ing the entire executive team. It’s professional, but the postscript reads: Your precision is unmatched. I see you. Your heart skips, but you push it down.

At a late-night meeting, he sits across from you, his gaze lingering when others aren’t looking. When you drop your pen, he picks it up, fingers brushing yours, and murmurs, “Careful, Counselor. You’re slipping.” The double entendre makes your cheeks burn, but you don’t engage. Yet, each gesture chips at your resolve, his persistence both infuriating and intoxicating.

One evening, you’re working late when he appears in your office, holding a takeout bag—your favorite ramen from that small street food outlet you mentioned once. “Peace offering,” he says, setting it down. “I’m not here to push. Just… eat something.”

You eye him warily. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re worth it,” he says, voice soft but firm. “I’ve never met someone who challenges me like you do. Not just in this”—he gestures vaguely, meaning the contract—“but in everything. You walked away because you respect yourself. That’s rare. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His honesty disarms you. You take the ramen, and he leaves without pressing further. That night, you reread the contract, your own clauses staring back. You’d written it to protect yourself, but also to explore. To feel. You don’t decide anything, but the next day, you find him in his office.

“I’ll consider another session,” you say, voice steady. “But we renegotiate. Stricter boundaries. Regular check-ins. A clear end date unless we both agree to extend.”

His eyes light up, but he nods, respecting your terms. “Name your conditions.”

You revise the contract together, adding clauses for weekly check-ins and a one-month trial period. As you sign, his gaze lingers, and you feel it—the spark that never left. “You’re different,” he says, almost to himself. “I’ve never had to work this hard to convince someone.”

You smirk. “Good. I’m not like your other girls.”

His lips twitch, and the game is back on. But beneath the flirtation, you sense something deeper. His efforts—the coffee, the praise, the ramen—weren’t just seduction. They were proof he sees you, not just as a submissive, but as a woman who commands his respect. It’s the first crack in his no-romance rule, though neither of you knows it yet.

The sessions resume, tentative but electric. Jungkook is a paradox: strict yet caring, commanding yet attentive. He reads your body like a contract, knowing when to push, when to pause. At work, the tension is unbearable—his glances, his whispered “Good girl” when no one’s listening, the brush of his fingers.

You grow brattier, deliberately provoking him to spark the fire in his eyes. In meetings, you interrupt him mid-sentence, questioning his strategies with a sly smile. “Is that really the best approach, Mr. Jeon?” you ask, voice dripping with challenge. You linger when handing him files, letting your fingers graze his, watching his jaw tighten. Once, you “accidentally” drop a pen, bending to pick it up, giving him a view of your cleavage. It’s a game—you’re the brat, pushing his buttons, craving the moment he’ll snap. He notices, lips twitching with promise, but holds back, letting you push further.

Why does he tolerate it? Because you’re not just any submissive. Your wit, your defiance, the way you match him—it’s intoxicating. He’s used to control, but your resistance, your intelligence, makes him want more than your body. He wants your mind, your heart. Each bratty remark pulls him deeper.

One night, during a boardroom break, you push too far. You’d interrupted him thrice in the meeting, smirking when his eyes flared. Now, the executives are gone, and you’re alone. He locks the door, grabs your wrist, and pulls you to the mahogany table. “You want to test me, sweetheart?” he growls, pulling a silk tie from his pocket. He binds your wrists, securing them to the table’s edge, your body bent over, skirt hiked up to expose your thighs.

“Stay silent,” he orders, voice dangerous. “One sound, and I stop.”

He kneels behind you, hands sliding up your thighs, parting them slowly. His fingers hook into your panties, pulling them down to your ankles, leaving you exposed. The cool air hits your slick folds, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. His breath is hot against your skin as he leans in, tongue flicking against your clit with a slow, deliberate lick that makes your knees buckle. He growls softly, the vibration sending shocks through you, and you grip the table’s edge, fighting to obey.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice dark with approval. “So fucking wet, dripping for me.” His tongue returns, lapping at you, slow and torturous, while his fingers spread you open, teasing your entrance. He pushes one finger inside, then two, curling them against your sensitive spot, and you nearly break, a whimper escaping before you catch it. He pauses, breath hot against your core. “Careful, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”

He stands, unzipping his trousers, and you hear the rustle of fabric, the clink of his belt. His cock brushes your entrance, hard and thick, and you arch, desperate for him. “You want this?” he asks, voice low, teasing your folds with the tip. “Beg for it. Silently.”

You nod frantically, pushing your hips back, and he chuckles, dark and wicked. He enters you in one slow, deliberate thrust, filling you completely, stretching you until you’re trembling. Each movement is precise, hitting every spot that makes you see stars. His hands grip your hips, controlling the pace, slow at first, then faster, deeper, the table creaking beneath you. Your silence is your surrender, your body his to command. The pressure builds, your core tightening, but he slows, pulling back just as you’re about to come.

“Not yet,” he says, leaning over you, lips brushing your ear. “You come when I say.”

He resumes, relentless now, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. When he finally growls, “Now,” you shatter, pleasure crashing through you, your body collapsing against the table. He follows, a low groan escaping as he spills inside you, his grip tightening. He unties you, pulling you into his arms, kissing your wrists where the silk left faint marks.

“You’re mine,” he says, soft but possessive. “You know that, don’t you?”

You nod, heart pounding. It’s not just the kink—it’s him. His intensity, his care, the way he sees you. You’re falling, and it terrifies you.

The merger closes, a success. Your assignment is done, your contract fulfilled. You should be celebrating, but leaving—losing him—is unbearable. You draft your resignation, planning to slip away.

Jungkook finds out. He storms into your apartment, rain-soaked and furious, eyes blazing. “You’re leaving?” he demands, slamming the door. “After everything?”

“It was a contract,” you say, voice breaking. “You said no romance.”

“I lied,” he snaps, cupping your face. “This was never just a contract. Not with you. Your mind, your strength, the way you challenge me—fuck, even when you walked away, I respected you more than anyone. You’re not just another girl. I’m in love with you, and I can’t let you go.”

You crash into each other, lips desperate, hands tearing at clothes. This session is different—slow, reverent, emotional. He lays you on your bed, kissing down your body, his mouth lingering on your thighs. His tongue finds your clit, slow and gentle, coaxing you to the edge with a tenderness that aches. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, fingers sliding inside you, curling softly. “I could do this forever.”

You moan, hands tangling in his hair, and he hums in approval, the vibration pushing you closer. He takes his time, savoring every gasp, every shudder, until you’re trembling, begging softly. “Please, Jungkook…”

He rises, shedding his clothes, and enters you slowly, eyes locked, hands intertwined. “I love you,” he whispers, each thrust deep and deliberate, filling you with more than just his body—his heart. Your release is quiet, overwhelming, your arms clinging to him as you both come undone. He holds you after, bodies tangled, lips brushing your forehead.

“Stay,” he murmurs. “For me.”

You nod, tears falling. “I’m staying.”

A week after the merger’s triumphant close, you return to your office at Jeon Industries, expecting another exhausting day of tying up loose ends. Instead, a sleek black envelope sits on your desk, sealed with a crimson wax stamp that screams Jungkook. Your heart skips a beat, a mix of curiosity and that familiar heat stirring in your core. You glance around—no one’s watching—and slice it open, revealing a single sheet of parchment, the kind you’d expect from a royal authority, not a CEO. The title at the top makes you laugh out loud, earning a curious glance from a passing intern.

Contract of Commitment

You skim the first clause, and your laughter morphs into a grin, equal parts exasperated and charmed.

Clause 1: The undersigned will marry the CEO of Jeon Industries. Clause 2: The undersigned will still kneel when ordered.

You lean back in your chair, clutching the contract like it’s a love letter and a legal trap rolled into one. Jungkook’s handwriting—bold, looping, annoyingly perfect—marks the margins with a note: Sign it, Counselor. Or I’ll make you beg for it in the boardroom. The audacity of this man. You can picture his smirk, that infuriating tilt of his lips that’s haunted your dreams since the first day you met. Your fingers itch to sign, but you’re not about to make this easy for him. Not after everything.

The office is quiet, the Seoul skyline glinting through your window, but your mind is a whirlwind of the past few months—Jungkook’s relentless pursuit, the way he wore down your defenses with coffee, ramen, and those damn whispered praises. You’d nearly walked away after that first session, your professionalism screaming louder than your desire, but he’d fought for you. Not with grand gestures, but with quiet, deliberate care that made you feel seen. And now, this—marriage? Kneeling? He’s got some nerve.

You grab a pen, twirling it between your fingers, when your office door swings open without a knock. Jungkook strides in—black suit, tie slightly askew, inked forearms peeking from rolled sleeves. His hair’s a little mussed, like he’s been running his hands through it, and you curse your traitorous heart for stuttering at the sight.

“Caught you,” he says, voice a low drawl, leaning against your desk with that smirk. “What’s the hold-up, Counselor? Contract not up to your standards?”

You raise a brow, waving the parchment. “This? It’s more like a ransom note than a proposal. Where’s the romance, Jeon? No ring, no bended knee—just a clause about kneeling. Classy.”

He chuckles, the sound rich and dangerous, and leans closer, his cologne—sandalwood and sin—wrapping around you. “Romance? I seem to recall you moaning my name on this very desk last week. If that’s not romantic, I don’t know what is.”

Your cheeks burn, and you swat his arm, glancing at the open door. “Keep your voice down! HR’s probably got this place bugged.”

He grins, undeterred, and produces a small velvet box from his pocket, flipping it open with a flourish. Inside is a ring—a sleek band of platinum with a single, dazzling diamond that catches the light like it’s mocking your attempt at composure. Your breath catches, and he clocks it, his grin widening.

“Better?” he asks, plucking the ring and sliding it onto your finger before you can protest. It fits perfectly, of course, because Jungkook doesn’t do half-measures. “As for the bended knee, I’d rather have you on your knees, but I can compromise. Tonight, maybe?”

You snatch the contract, scribbling your signature with a flourish, if only to hide how flustered you are. “You’re insufferable,” you mutter, shoving it into his chest. “There. Signed. Happy?”

He takes it, eyes scanning your signature like it’s a trophy, then tucks it into his jacket. “Ecstatic. But you didn’t negotiate, Counselor. Rookie mistake. Now you’re stuck with me and Clause 2.”

You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrays you. “Clause 2’s negotiable. I’m not kneeling in the middle of a board meeting just because you get a whim.”

He steps closer, crowding your space, his voice dropping to that velvet growl that makes your thighs clench. “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need a boardroom. Your apartment, my penthouse, my office, the back of my car—I’ll have you kneeling wherever I want.” His fingers brush your jaw, tilting your chin up, and you’re half a second from climbing him right there when he pulls back, smirking. “But first, dinner. I’m not a complete savage.”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up despite yourself. “Dinner? You? The man who once tried to seduce me with takeout ramen?”

“Hey, that ramen worked,” he says, mock-offended, grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the door. “And tonight, it’s Michelin-starred. I’m stepping up my game for my fiancée.”

The word—fiancée—hits like a spark, and you pause, letting it sink in. Jungkook notices, his expression softening, and he cups your face, kissing you gently, a stark contrast to the commanding Dom you’ve come to know. “You’re mine,” he murmurs against your lips, “but I’m yours too. Don’t forget that.”

You nod, heart full, and follow him out, the ring glinting on your finger. As you pass the intern from earlier, who’s blatantly eavesdropping, Jungkook winks at her and says, “Send a memo. Office closed tomorrow. Wedding planning.”

You elbow him, mortified. “Jungkook!”

“What?” He grins, unrepentant, slinging an arm around you. “Gotta start practicing for Clause 2. You’re not getting out of this one, Counselor.”

You groan, but you’re laughing, tangled in his warmth, his audacity, his love. This deal—marriage, kneeling, forever—is one you’ll never break.

A/n: I also need a CEO Jeon for Private Play Terms. What about you guys? 😈

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I beg i beg i beg, i’ve read your latest Carlos fic repeatedly, PLEASE give me a part two, please please please i know it isn’t everyone’s taste but ITS MINE PLEASE

Carlos Sainz Jr Anal x femReader

cw... raw, cock, nsfw, anal sex, slight praise kink, creampie in ass, plot, hair gripping, hair pulling, simple sex due to injury, soft dom carlos, overstimulation, lube usage, lack of female pronouns, and lack of breast mentions, etc

notepad... hehe you ask and you recieve I wanted to go with a slight softer point of view in this due to his appendix being removed. I am like down for an anal series cause when i tell you I HAVE A LIST OF POSITONS. Anyway one down of the two stories I am writing for this month.

Part One

“He did it again. Carlos Sainz has won the Australian Grand Prix.” You heard an announcer state through the monitors hung on the walls in the Ferrari garage. You shook your head and placed your hands on your head to breathe for a moment. This race left you stressed, your mind worrying only about Carlos's current condition. What comforted you was seeing his car cross the checkered line, which allowed you to see Carlos was perfectly fine. You fanned yourself off rather quickly and rushed off with the rest of the Ferrari team to join the crowd.

Carlos drove his car into the garage and got out slowly, with the help of others, due to his inability to move rather quickly. He pumped his arm up in the air, walking to the crowd of all his team members; they hugged and cheered his name for this amazing win. The group high-fived or hugged him to celebrate. He eventually reached you, hugging you tightly, not letting you go for even a second, still wearing his helmet. Your lips kissed his hemelt, saying goodbye. He took his helmet and neck support off and celebrated with Lando and Charles before heading to the podium while you clapped the entire time.

The entire day was filled with interviews that he had to participate in. Carlos's win was important for multiple reasons; it showed his worth as a driver and also made him the only person so far to break current world champion Max Verstappen's streak. Yet he finally arrived back at the garage and walked slowly, his one hand resting on his side, where his appendix was and where the bandages currently are. He embraced you, allowing you to give extra support by placing your arm behind his muscular back.

“Another win for Carlos Sainz Jr., and right after getting his appendix removed, it is quite impressive.” You spoke with nothing but a joking tone. He looked down at you and kissed your lips quickly. “Amor, cállate.” He laughed while the two of you walked to the car. You helped him in carefully and couldn’t help but laugh just a bit.

“I am simply stating a fact. Perhaps all drivers should get their appendices removed. Well, except for Alex, his appendix is gone.” You two sat beside each other in the car, his hand slowly going up your leg. He didn’t care if he had his appendix removed or just raced; he wanted his part of the deal. Ever since the first time he made it to the podium, he wanted his gift. It had been four times in total, and now he wanted it again.  “Recuerda el trato.” He whispered in your ear; he knew speaking in English risked the driver hearing it, and you had learned the saying, so you knew what he was saying.

Your lips were on his the moment the both of you entered the hotel room. The door shut behind you two, but you made sure to be careful with Carlos. You were well aware he was still recovering and was feeling slight lingering pain. You grabbed his hand the second you two stopped kissing and slowly walked him to a chair. You sat on his lap, being careful. 

"Carlito, I will never forget,” you smirked, kissing his neck and slowly going down his body. “Besides, I have been planning the best way to do this.” Your hands reached his zipper and slid it down. His cock came out, and it was clear he was worked up. You heard him let out a gentle breath, but no moan. You wanted to take your time, but knowing Carlos, he just wanted to be with you. You sat up, walked over to the luggage, and pulled out the lube. You tossed it to him, and even if he was recovering, Carlos never missed it and caught it with ease. 

“Amor, you are truly rushing.” Carlos paused but chuckled, shaking his head and running his hand through his dark and soft hair. He opened the bottle and squeezed it onto his cock. You walked over to him. You were still standing, and Carlos was sitting staring up at you with his signature smile on his lips. Your hands touched his cock and began to spread a generous amount of lube. “I don't mind, eres mia after all.” He groaned and threw his head back. Your hands were working around his cock, and smirked. 

“You love this, Carlos. I know you're sad. You can’t fuck my ass every single day.” He placed the bottle to the side and grabbed your hair, pulling you up and kissing your lips. He let go of your hair and placed his hands on your hips, rolling through your dips. He helped you onto his lap so you didn’t hurt him. You decided to just rely on the lube his cock had, knowing it would take longer for you to get him in you. 

You slowly lowered your ass onto his cock and groaned as you gripped his shoulders and fell forward. He didn't care; he loved how weak you got. You moaned as you slowly made him enter and stretch you out. You were clearly struggling to take him in. You got him half way into you, but you had to stop. You pulled yourself off of him and were breathing heavily. 

“You can take it.” He whispered in your ear, caressing your hips, and you fully put yourself on his cock and moaned loudly. You couldn’t believe how good it always felt. You were out of breath from him being inside of you. Slowly, you started to go up and down, moving the way you knew he liked it. You rolled your hips each time you went down on him, and you could hear his soft grunts. “Perfecta…” He groaned as you were slow. 

“Love being on the podium, Carlito?" He smirked as he kissed your lips and held your hips to go up and down at a faster pace. You were a mess from the way he was softly praising you; he loved your body so much that he desired this more than any man. His hips slightly buckled up into your ass, and he was able to pull out a louder moan from you. Your hips went faster while moans began to slip from your lips, and he continued to kiss you, attempting to disguise the moans through kissing. It was clear he was feeling just as weak as you were; the feeling of tightness was overwhelming, and he loved your thighs against his. 

“Si, si asi!” He groaned as you went faster and faster on his cock. You were grabbed onto his shoulder with one hand, and your other pulled at his hair, gently snaking up from behind his neck. He smirked as you were being very vocal through moans but no words. He may have just gotten out of surgery, but he needed this; he needed you and your ass. You had everything he wanted. He continued to praise you in Spanish. 

“Me vengo!” You moaned. He loved you using the Spanish that he taught you. He placed his lips on your neck and began to suck as he took over, fucking your ass. You were clearly slowing down, and he would continue as you shook. Your orgasm hit you hard, and he cared very little, his cock ramming into your ass, your arms holding onto him weakly. “So much…” You moaned, but you were nothing but a mess, moaning and crying out loud. He loved the noise you made. It was clear you were perfect for him. He eventually felt himself get closer and closer, ramming harsher into your ass until he came inside your ass. You let out one last sigh of pleasure as you fell on him weakly.

“I need to teach you more Spanish words.” He pulled out of you, and he helped you off him as you leaked his cum, and he kissed your neck. “Estoy cansado y tu.” You nodded, and he was still weak from his surgery, but he sat there, hugging you tightly and brushing your hair with his hands.

[hellfire--cult]

Omega!Steve Harrington x Alpha!Fem!Reader

wc: 6.8k

+18, omegaverse, knotting, virgin!omega, established relationship, late presentation, secondary gender as mentioned, smut, p in v, breeding kink, heat, rut, blood mention, pain mention

plot: You and Steve have been dating since high school, but even in your twenties the two of you haven't presented yet. You were afraid that your presentations wouldn't be what you expected, you an Omega, he an Alpha... but there was one possibility the two of you never thought of.

a/n: Do not read this if you are not into omegaverse. seriously. don't.

if you liked this thing, reblog ok? ok

UNEXPECTED

“We’re twenty-two and we still haven’t presented. It’s fucking stupid baby. Dustin is already showing Alpha traits.”

You looked at Steve with a smile on your face, shaking your head at him.

“Look, maybe we’re supposed to be Betas, which is amazing actually Stevie. You know presentation develops between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five.” You said as you sat at the end of his bed, legs crossed underneath you. He was leaning against the headboard, with his glasses over his face and suddenly he winced, making you jerk up in alarm, crawling towards him.

“Fuck… I really don’t want to go to the doctor. They will probably take my stupid appendix out.” You rolled your eyes at his words, but the worry was slowly consuming you as you groaned at him.

“Steve, you have to go to the doctor babe. You have been what– having these pains for the past week?” He waved you off with no importance and he moved to swing his legs off the bed, his feet touching the floor. You noticed a bead of sweat on his forehead and you knew that he was sick because you felt under the weather too.

“You can’t keep staying with me in quarantine. I bet you’re not even sick.” 

“Really? Last time I checked we both had a fucking fever, so yeah, you got me sick. No pain though.” That was a lie. You were for sure not feeling like Steve was, but you were feeling weird. There were certain pains in your belly, but it might just be your period, that was supposed to come like two weeks ago.

You took a pregnancy test, but it came out negative. You were gonna go to a gyno last week, only to fall ill at the same time as Steve had. You cursed at him for it, but the moment you saw how pained he was you didn’t want to tell him you felt weird too. His pain was greater, and you didn’t want him to hurt anymore. 

“I should have a cold shower. I just feel fucking hot.” You knew the illness wasn’t the only thing on his mind. You reached out to rub his face so he would look at you. “I– I mean, if we are Betas, shouldn’t we feel that?” 

“I don’t know…” You gulped at the uncertainty and he leaned towards you to place a soft kiss on your lips, a sigh following right after from his throat.

“I just wanted to be an Alpha. I wanted to have pups, your pups… I mean, what if something’s wrong with us?” He looked at you with a worried look on his face, and in the relationship you were always the one that reassured him of stuff, knowing how much confidence he was lacking. You pushed a strand of his hair behind his ear and pressed another soft kiss on his lips.

“Nothing is wrong with us. We will be Betas, and it will be harder to conceive, but it’s not impossible, baby. It’s not.” 

“I mean…” You could hear the worry in his tone, the fear. “What if… Never mind, I’m gonna go shower. Do you want to go with me?” He gave you a small smile and you sighed, shaking your head.

“No Stevie, go clear your thoughts a bit, okay?” You pressed a small kiss to his shoulder and he nodded, getting up from the bed. You looked at him as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. You sighed with worry as you looked out the window.

You knew what he was scared of. What if the both of you turn out the same? Jonathan had turned into an Omega, which is extremely rare. The weirdest thing of all, was Billy Hargrove presented as an Alpha, and he couldn’t contain himself around Jonathan, courting him with gifts. Nancy broke up with Jonathan so he could be happy, knowing the Omega boy needed his Alpha. Nancy presented as a Beta and now remains single.

If you two presented the same, your relationship would be hard to keep. Or if you presented as an Omega and he a Beta, or the other way around, he an Alpha and you a Beta… You shivered at the thought, anger surging through you. Steve was yours and only yours. You would lock him up with you if you needed to. No one can take him away from you.

No one.

Your nose twitched barely, taking a scent in. What is that? Didn’t Steve say he was taking a shower? Why is he baking cookies? Or a cake? Why is it so strong? Did he overdo it with vanilla essence? But there is also some chocolate smell? A hint of it? 

You got up from the bed only for a strong pain to fall in between your legs. You wanted to yell in pain but you didn’t want to alarm Steve at all so you bit onto your lips as you clenched your legs as tight as you could… But fuck, that made it worse, so you reopened them. Your breaths turned heavy as you felt sweat all over your forehead, and another hit of strong pain fell again in your lower part.

You were growing hot as well, but you needed to know what was going on under there. You should have gone to the gyno no matter what, and now it might be too late. Too late for what?

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You were groaning profanities and you felt a rumble in your chest, but you only focused on the pain between your legs. You rushed to take off your pants and you were instantly alarmed by what you were seeing. Your white cotton panties were straining you. There was a bulge. There was a fucking bulge, and it hurt, it was hurting you.

You winced as you tried taking the panties off and you rushed to look into a mirror, only for your eyes to widen like plates. Now you know why it hurt. Your vaginal cavity closed… It closed because your clit reinserted itself… 

So it would enlarge, and now you had– now you had–

One last pain hit you as it all finally came out of you, and there it was, standing in its full glory. You raised your hand to touch the tip of it only for electricity to surge all over your body, a moan escaping your lips without your permission. It was red, leaking already, and your breathing was heavy as you looked at it.

You were an Alpha. You presented as an Alpha.

Your clit turned into a penis, your ovaries turned into testicles inside your body. Your uterus was not functional any longer. You were a full-fledged Alpha. Those were the pains inside your belly, your organs completely changing, rearranging… 

Pains.

Pains. Steve had also been experiencing pain. Oh no… No, no, no… A growl escaped your throat and you were surprised at the new sound, but you were proud, as if it were right. But Steve– He might turn into an Alpha–

Your nose picked up the sweet scent once more, this time stronger than before, way stronger and you were hit by a wave of fire all over your body. Your body was a literal furnace right now, and your mind was becoming foggy, hazy, and you were getting dizzy, but your new cock twitched in attention, in pain, already leaking precum out of it. 

You were going into rut.

You had to get out of Steve’s house, there was an Omega in heat somewhere, maybe a neighbor of Steve’s, but you can’t be here. You might jump Steve, and you don’t want him to see you like this. He won’t like it. It’s over. It’s over, you know that much, but first you need to get out.

You groaned, and growled, as you rushed to get your pants, not caring about using the panties again, they would only cause you more pain. The sweet vanilla hit you again, dizzying you completely, making you hold onto the wall next to you. 

Fuck, you needed relief, you needed it, but you had to run. You can’t do it here. Maybe you can run into another room and lock yourself in, yell to Steve to leave so you could take care of yourself, somehow, but you were losing rationality at every second that passed. 

You pushed yourself off the wall and turned around to run out, only for you to stop in your tracks. Your eyes widened as the scent filled the room, intoxicating you, suffocating you, making you feel high. It hit you instantly, like a punch on the chest, and the throbbing below you increased by a thousand, a growl rumbling in your throat.

Steve was standing in the doorway, naked, completely. Your mouth salivated at seeing him in his new glory. His cock shrinking into a cocklette, his balls not visible any longer because where they were before now probably is a slit. A slit that was leaking slick all over the inner thighs of his legs.

His face was flushed, red even, and you noticed how less buffed he was. You assumed it had been the lack of food or nutrients or exercise from doing quarantine these past days. Suddenly your ears perked up when they caught the subtle noise of a whine. You could smell him. Fuck, you could smell him.

“S-Steve–” Your voice was hoarse, with need, and you noticed how he looked down at your new anatomy. You noticed how his body trembled slightly at the sight, another whine escaping him as more slick fell down his inner thighs. Another jolt of electricity rushed all over your body, your veins. 

“A–A–” He was trying to speak to you, but his mind was gone, his need apparent, his consciousness having slipped already, and all he needed was relief. All he wanted was you. You who were emanating a wildfire scent in his room. You who now had something he needed. You who is looking at him like a small bunny, and he is rejoicing at it.

Oh fuck…

As soon as he had entered the shower he felt the pain even greater than before. He didn’t want to show it to you, but he knew his cock had shrunk in the past few days. He didn’t want to think so much about it because the fever prevented him from getting out of bed or his house. Now in the shower, he can feel the pain of something moving below him.

He looked down under the water to see his testicles disappearing into his body, and he noticed just how small his dick was. He couldn’t think much about it because another jolt of excruciating pain hit him, making him lean against the wall, the cold shower not doing anything for him.

He felt his insides ripping inside out, and he just wanted to bite onto something so he wouldn’t scream in order to not alarm you. The wood-like scent was not helping him either, and he knew an Alpha might be close. Shit, fuck, fuck, fuck. Suddenly his eyes widened when he felt something hot, sticking coming down his thighs. He reached a hand down to see it was slick that he could gather up, even under the water.

He was in shock as he looked at it, and he moved his hand between his thighs again, this time deeper, just where his balls were a minute ago. His breath cut off when he felt a slit that wasn’t there before. Something that sent a wave of pleasure all over his body and he felt more of his juices slipping out of him. His breathing was heavy as he realized what happened.

He was in heat. He was in an Omega heat.

He is an Omega. He presented as an Omega. What is gonna happen with you? What is going to happen between the two of you? What is gonna happen to your relationship? How can he face you? This was not supposed to go this way at all. 

“FUCK!” His thoughts were interrupted when a hit of pain slammed against his belly after the wooden smell invaded his whole body. He needed to follow it. He needed to find the source of it. He was losing consciousness and he knew that his lust and his heat were becoming worse each second, clouding his mind from reason. 

He at least needs to get to the room, but you were there. You were in the room. He cannot let you see him like this, but he needs to lock himself up somewhere. He turned the shower off, stumbling out of it and almost falling to his knees. There was no time for a towel. He needed to run. 

He opened the door with a slam and turned to go to his parent’s bedroom only to stop on his tracks. He sniffed the air, and he realized the wooden smell was coming from his room. Did an Alpha enter his home? No, you were here, you would have yelled, but what if– Worry and desperation yelled into his throat, whines vibrating in his chest as he rushed to the room, only to stop to see you looking at yourself in the mirror. The bottom half bare.

And Steve took a deep breath in.

The smell was coming from you. You were an Alpha.

And now you two were staring at one another, taking in the new anatomy of each other, and Steve’s eyes were dilated, almost black and you could smell the slick falling onto the floor. It felt as if an animal wanted to rip open from your body, but you knew it was you. You wanted to devour Steve, your–

“Omega.” Your voice came out, deeper than before, an appreciative snarl mixing with your words. Steve felt relief wash over him as a happy chirp escaped him.

“Alpha… My Alpha.” And that was enough for something to snap inside of you. You shrugged your shirt off, and you heard the ripping sound but didn’t care that you just broke something, you needed to feel his entire body against yours. You need to taste him. You need to have him. 

You need to knot him. You need to knot Steve. 

In just seconds you were in front of him, grabbing onto the back of his neck to pull him downwards towards you so you could dig your nose into his scent gland, taking in the intense sweet smell coming off of him. It was a drug, intoxicating even, clouding every sense and making Steve your only life source. 

Steve wasn’t far behind. As soon as you dipped in, he nuzzled you as well, the omega inside him relishing with a chirp as he felt his Alpha scenting him. No rationality was inside of you two any longer, just the need to feel one another, of mating, bonding, an animal trying to rip out of your chests.

“I need to taste you, baby, I need to.” You say in a hoarse voice, the scent of his slick making your mind reel in and out of consciousness, of rationality, trying to keep an ounce of yourself to take care of him. It’s his first time after all, yours too, but you know how much more shocking it would be for him. You were trying to keep that in your head so that you wouldn’t lose yourself into the rut.

“Please, please, do something Alpha, it hurts– Please–” You heard Steve’s whines and pleads, and his eyes filled with tears of desperation as he writhed under your hold. You weren’t going to say no to your lovely Omega, much less if he is in pain. 

You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck in order to pull him down towards your lips, ending in a wanton kiss from the both of you, moans being exchanged as the electric current traveled all over your veins and sat on your bones. Your fingers dug into his scalp, grabbing onto his hair to push him deeper into you.

He was in between moaning and whimpering as his arms wrapped around your waist, trying to feel you against him, and a groan escaped your throat when your new appendage pressed against the belly of your mate. The groan turned into a growl as you bit Steve’s lower lip in need and your Omega gasped, letting you take advantage and slide your tongue into his mouth so you could intertwine it with his.

You felt your body growing needier and needier, and Steve was in the same or worse state as you. He was willing to surrender completely and you knew that. You had to remind yourself to not lower your voice into your submission chords. You don’t want Steve to do anything he doesn’t want to, so you have to be the one rational between the two of you.

Your hand traveled in between the two of you, and you brushed your fingertips at Steve’s new cocklette, still standing proud. He hissed with a moan as you rubbed on it, stimulating him and Steve had to pull away from the kiss to take a breath. It was something new, completely. It didn’t quite feel like when he was touched before, it felt more like a pressure now. 

“You like that Stevie?” You asked him as you ran your fingers against him, making him twitch as he nodded desperately. You smiled at how needy your sweet Omega was being, how much he was moving underneath your grip as stroked him. You bit your lips as you pulled away from him to guide him towards the bed. 

You could see how pink his skin was, despite the tan on his body you could still see it. He moved quickly onto the bed, laying on his back and opening his legs to let the air hit him where it burnt the most, causing him to sigh in relief, but not noticing how you gasped as you looked in between his legs.

“Baby? Alpha?” He opened his eyes in confusion as he looked down, his eyes widening when he saw the predatory look in your eyes as you looked at the new slit he now has instead of his testicles. That only made him gush more slick out, moaning at the feeling. The Omega inside of him was happy that his Alpha wanted him like this.

You took a deep breath in, and the sweet scent of vanilla sent another shockwave in your brain cells that only made you tremble as the heat in your body became even more unbearable and the hardness of your dick was now painful, but if you didn’t taste Steve right this second you were going to die.

You lunged yourself on the bed, belly down and in between Steve’s legs. Your nose was close to his center and you closed your eyes and a low purr was heard from you as you took a deep breath in. Steve felt how his slick was coming down and probably dirtying the sheets already, but he didn’t have it in him to care, not right now. 

“You smell delicious… Your Alpha will take care of you baby, don’t worry.” You cooed at him in a low tone and Steve whined in need as you inched closer to him. He needed something, anything at all because he felt his belly turning in pain, the need to be knotted too present.

“Please– Hurry–” And his breath was cut off, his head falling back as you licked a long stripe of his new and virginal cunt, tasting his slick and you moaned at the sweetness of it. He was exquisite, and he was yours, only yours. 

He moaned as he felt your tongue sliding in between his folds, up and down, and then his eyes widened when your tongue went inside, and he felt his gut turning, his belly tensing, not knowing what the feeling was. 

Your left hand was holding his right inner thigh to hold him still and open for you, but the right one left his leg in order for your fingers to rub against his entrance, lubricating them with his new juices. You felt him shiver under your touch and you soothed him with a kiss to his inner thigh and a purr.

“You need to relax for me Stevie, I don’t want you in pain Omega.” Steve whined at the authority yet more slick gushed out knowing his Alpha wanted to take care of him like this and so much. His Omega was at peace, happy, chirping all around and he felt himself relax as you slowly pushed a single digit inside. 

He gasped but yet a moan escaped him despite the stretch and surprise. It was a new feeling that’s for sure, but it felt good, it felt really good, and it wasn’t enough.

“M-More–”

“Patience.” 

Your tone gave away that you were not going to let him take the lead in this. You need to prepare him or else you will tear your Omega apart. Steve whined a little bit only to be replaced by a moan as you started moving the digit in and out of him at a slow pace. You noticed the more time you kept thrusting, the more slick started coming out, which was a good sign.

You were on a thin rope right now though. You don’t even know how you’re managing it, but it must be because your love for Steve goes beyond the designation of the secondary gender. You’ve been together since high school, and you don’t see a future where he is not present. On every road, Steve is there.

You could hear the wet sounds of Steve’s juices as your finger pumped him, and it was time for a bigger stretch, so you slowly started moving another one in. You felt Steve clench as a small gasp escaped him, so you wanted him to relax even more, to get lost in the sensation. You licked your lips in order to wet them and you guided your mouth to take his cocklette into your mouth with ease. 

“OH– FUCK–!” He couldn’t believe how much he was feeling at the moment. The pleasure and the relief of finally getting something, anything at all. His belly felt on fire as it relaxed and contracted again as your fingers pumped in and out of him. Your tongue swirled around his cocklette and your fingers slowly curled up inside of him, making Steve feel something new.

You chuckled as his moans became needier, knowing you hit that new spongy part inside of him, the one you know quite well. You could feel his hand raising to get hold of your head, his fingers threading into your hair as his hips started grinding against your face and fingers. He had drool falling from the side of his mouth and his face looked completely flushed and sweaty from how hot everything just felt. 

“Feels good?” You asked him as you popped his cocklette out of your mouth just to make sure the sounds you’re hearing are all good. His safety comes first, even before your own pleasure. Your dick can remain as hard as a rock if Steve decided to stop now. You can relieve yourself somehow, away from him, but Steve will always come first and foremost.

“Yes! Yes! Please–!” You’ve never heard Steve this way, and it was becoming your own situation even harder to keep. You growled in satisfaction as your fingers picked up the pace and your mouth returned to his cocklette, swirling your tongue all around it as Steve thrashed under you, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth and fingers.

His belly felt weird, it was tight, and it pained him, and then it didn’t. You felt his walls clenching on your fingers and you knew he was close. His moans were louder and his cries with your name vibrated all around the room, the walls shaking with his noises. You decided to then introduce another finger in, sliding it easily thanks to the wetness and Steve saw stars. You popped your mouth away from him in order to talk with a smirk on your face–

“Cum for me Omega. Cum.”

And that’s Steve’s doom as he felt his entire belly tense up, he felt his insides and his new walls clench around your fingers as he cried loudly in pleasure, his hips raising from the bed as your fingers squelched even more thanks to how much he was giving you. Your mouth wrapped around his cocklette once more in order to take in the squirt coming out of there.

“ALPHA!” You growled at the taste and the sound of his needy voice calling for you. You started to slow down your pace with your fingers as you felt him unclench you, relaxing his body back down onto the bed. You licked up his cocklette, making him twitch at every lick from the overstimulation.

Steve didn’t know where he was. He felt everything on fire and not at the same time, but what he knew was that even if he came, the pain in his belly was still there. He needs to give his Alpha some pleasure, he can’t be selfish, and he needs to move.

But before he could, you were already lapping at his slit, making him moan with a wince as you licked up all of the juices he gushed out with his orgasm. You moaned into his cunt at the sweetest thing you’ve ever tried. If you were to die there, you would die a happy woman. 

“So delicious Stevie, you’re so beautiful…” You moaned out with a purr and you heard a small chirp coming from Steve, but then you felt him pulling your head up from in between his legs so you could look at his glossy eyes and red cheeks.

“Alp– Alpha– I need you, I– I want to do something to you too–” You shook your head at him as you crawled away from him. He whined at the loss of contact but you could only chuckle at how needy your Omega was.

“I love you Stevie, but– I don’t have the patience right now to do anything else but knot you and mate you.” Your voice was low but not demanding. He knew it was a question and your Omega happily submitted as he rolled over to lay on his tummy and you tilted your head in confusion at it but your eyes widened when he raised his ass up, presenting himself to you. He turned his head that was still on the mattress, his eyes completely dilated for you.

“Please– Knot me Alpha– I need it, I need you baby–” A growl rumbled in your chest, and you grabbed onto your new girth, stroking it in slow motions, making you moan out at the new sensation. You looked at Steve’s slit, clenching and unclenching as he waited for you. You positioned yourself behind him and you didn’t know if what you were doing was correct, this was all new to you as well, but it was all out of pure instinct.

You took a deep breath in as you tentatively ran the head of your cock through Steve’s wet folds and you groaned at the feeling of it. You took a deep breath in as you cupped Steve’s sex in order to wet your hand in his wetness and then you stroke yourself some more to lubricate your cock. 

“Ready for me Omega?” You asked in a soft tone, but Steve could hear the strain behind it as if you were holding yourself back and he smiled fondly because you were taking care of him so he wouldn’t feel weird or in pain. He nodded against the mattress as he wiggled his ass towards you again.

“Yes, please, I need your knot sweetheart…” You took a deep breath in and you guided your cock into Steve’s entrance and you slowly started to push in. Your eyes clenched at the feeling of Steve clenching around you, his walls burning but it felt good. It was definitely a good burn.

Steve’s eyes were wide as he felt himself being stretched open, the pressure making it burn but the feeling of finally having you inside of him overlapped the pain completely. He whimpered as he felt you going deeper, and he was so happy, so happy that his chirps and purrs were coming out of nowhere, not being able to control himself.

“Fuck!” You bottomed out inside of him, and you were breathing heavily because holy shit… This felt right, different but right. You leaned forward and you managed to kiss his shoulder because your frame was still smaller than his. “You okay baby?”

“Uh– Uh huh… It feels so good, so fucking good…” He was becoming something he always called you whenever he fucked into you. Cock drunk. Now he knows the feeling of it, and fuck does he love it. Only because it’s you.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up, darling?” Steve clenched at that, making you groan and then chuckle at how spot-on you were. You tentatively moved your hips backward, Steve taking a deep breath in before you moved back in. You kept that slow tortuous pace for a while, but you wanted Steve to adjust to you.

Steve was already in another state of mind, moaning louder at every thrust that you gave him and then he started moving his hips towards yours, looking for more friction, for more roughness. You growled at his impatience and you pressed his upper back to pin him down so he wouldn’t move anymore. 

He whined, complaining for not getting his way, only for his eyes to widen as your hips started moving faster, snapping into his, and Steve was surprised by how everything just kept feeling better and better. He could feel you going in and out of him in a place that was giving him so much pleasure, more than he ever had before.

Your hands gripped onto his hips as your rationality started to slip away, feeling a primal urge to make him submit, to make him yours, and you needed to ruin him. Your fingers dug into his skin as you raised your body up, kneeling straight behind Steve, and you started pulling his hips towards you in a harsh manner as you thrust into him.

“Alpha– Alpha– I’m gonna, I’m–” Steve was surprised by how fast he was getting close to the edge again, but he was in a presentation heat. He was sensitive to everything that was being done to him, so his walls started clenching once again, and his belly contracted and tightened. You never stopped snapping your hips against his, growls rumbling in your chest as you felt his pleasured whimpers. 

“Cum for your Alpha, let go Stevie…” You cooed at him, wanting to feel him clench around your cock and your eyes widened when he did, a loud cry of your name escaping his lips against the mattress beneath him. Oh, this was new, this was… exquisite. It felt as if he were milking you as if he were trying to suck you in. 

You felt something inside your belly tighten, and you knew it must be your testicles that were inside of you, warning you that you were coming close. You didn’t get to have him much, but it was expected since it is both of your first times with your new presentations, but you will get one more orgasm out of him. You will.

Once you finally felt Steve unclench you, you pulled out of him, making the Omega whine in distress but not having the energy to get up to look at you. You made Steve turn and land on his back so you could face him. You smiled in satisfaction as you saw tears rolling down his cheeks, and you leaned down to kiss them away.

“Baby…” Steve was breathing heavily, his eyelids closing but the pain was still there. He needed the knot. His Omega needed your knot.

“I know… I know…” And you positioned yourself in between his legs, a position that was always the other way around, but this time it felt more appropriate than ever. You guided yourself into his entrance once again and you kissed him softly on the lips as you thrusted back in again. 

Steve whined in your mouth, a noise of satisfaction escaping him as he felt full once more. He wrapped his legs around your waist, and his arms around your shoulders to pull you closer to him. You smiled onto his lips as you started moving in and out of him once again. 

You took your time, chasing that high that you felt before and something was way different down there. You were feeling something inside of your cock, something that was burning you and you felt extreme heat below. You looked down to see what was wrong, and your eyes widened when a knot started forming at the base of your shaft.

It started hitting against Steve’s opening, trying to intrude, and Steve gasped as he felt it, but he was now desperate for it, trying to chase it so you would start pushing it inside of him so you two would be locked. 

“Give me your pups– Mate me, mate me, please–” He was begging, he needed you so he didn’t have any shame, that could wait for later on, but right now he needed to be locked with you. He needed to be full of you. You moaned as you nodded as you started rutting into him at a fast pace, quick, hard, and the base of your cock started swelling even more, making it almost impossible to thrust back out and you didn’t want to hurt Steve.

So you slammed yourself in and you ground into him, making Steve’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he kept whimpering and crying out your name in moans. He was feeling that spongy part inside of him being hit with no mercy and he was in bliss with it. His cocklette twitched and twitched and he heard you growling so he connected his eyes with yours.

Your teeth were bared almost, breathing heavily as you towered over him, looking down at his bonding gland with intent. Steve nodded desperately at you, and that was all the confirmation you needed in your mind. You leaned down as you felt your knot forming inside of Steve and he whined as the burning returned because of the new stretch.

And then you felt yourself finally release into him, in thick white ropes, and your knot locked in as Steve clenched his walls in his own orgasm, his body shaking as you kept cumming because of how tightly he was holding you in. You growled loudly as you moved your mouth towards the juncture in between his neck and shoulder, over his mating gland.

And you pierced through it with your teeth, biting down.

Steve cried out because of the pain but then warmth invaded his whole body, something clicking inside him, and he smiled widely as he looked at the ceiling. He was bonded to you. He was your mate. Forever. You two were going to be together for the rest of your lives. He can’t wait to have pups, he knew that his presentation heat was not fertile, but maybe the next one…

“Stevie, don’t clench.” You hissed out, making Steve snap out of his thoughts as you raised up from the crook of his neck, and you wiped your mouth away that had some of Steve’s blood mixed with your drool. He was drowsy almost as he looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes.

“My Alpha…” Your eyes connected with his and you smiled fondly, nodding to him as you leaned to give him a soft kiss on the lips. You remained on top of him as he hugged you close, both still locked in, and you might be for a long while. 

You two regained your breaths slowly, not talking so your minds could also try to come down from the high of your rut and his heat. Five minutes later, you were still locked into him, and he tried to not clench many times so you wouldn’t get overstimulated. He was rubbing circles on your back as you laid your head on his chest, a smile on your lips.

“How are you feeling baby?” You asked as you raised your head up to look at him. He blinked towards the ceiling a few times, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Ask me tomorrow?” You giggled at that and nodded, understanding that this was still something that you two needed to digest first because this possibility was never in your mind, nor his. But… “You know… it makes sense now that I think about it.”

You frowned and looked at him again.

“What do you mean?”

“I was always maternal. I always took care of the pups, and my biggest dream is to have my own, as many as I can…” He chuckled as he realized that if he had paid a little more attention he would have figured out his secondary gender long ago.

“Okay, yeah, I want pups too–” 

“You were always protective… You were territorial, of me, of the pups, of your parents… Always protecting everyone, and putting your pain aside to take care of everyone else…” He looked at you and you realized he had caught onto you, but you still lied, shaking your head at him.

“No, that’s not true–”

“So you’re telling me you didn’t feel weird this past week? You’re telling me that you didn’t feel any kind of pain?” He asked and you looked at him with a small growl in order for him to not ask anything anymore, but it didn’t work because he rolled his eyes at you, making you sigh.

“I did. But you were in greater pain, so I needed to take care of you first.” You said matter-of-factly, and the puzzle made sense in your head now. He raised an eyebrow at you with a small smile as he saw you realize what he meant. You sighed and gave him a nod to let him know you understood his point and then you felt his finger on your chin so you could look up at him.

“I want your pups… Please?” His eyes were glossy, desperate, and you knew he was reassuring you that he didn’t care about how things turned out, and you didn’t either. You would have never. You smiled at him and nodded, giving him a soft peck on his lips.

“Next time… we’ll make sure it takes.”

And Steve chirped in delight.

end

a/n: i woke up one morning thinking about omegaverse and wondering why i never read a single alpha reader fic involving male characters. sometimes we are the ones to rail.

[russellsppttemplates]

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Hello, since Carlos and Carlos Sr. recreated that photo when Jr. removed his appendix, could you do a Carlos blurb where he and the reader leave Clara for a while with Carlos' parents because they are busy with the reader's appointment to see how the twins are doing during her pregnancy, where Carlos Sr. recreates with her one of his photos from where Jr. was little with the newspaper talking about his victory in rally and then Reyes sends them this photo

Cw: reader's pregnant

"Papa and Mama are going to see how the twins are doing, okay? So you'll stay with abuelo and abuela, okay?", Carlos checked with Clara as you spoke to Reyes.

"And then you'll come pick me up?", your daughter asked, "or will I spend the night here?".

"Abuela said she would make dinner for us tonight, so after the appointments, me and mama will come back here and then we'll all go home together", Carlos clarified.

"Okay", the little girl smiled, "say hi to the babies for me!", she hugged Carlos one last time before she ran up to you, "I love you, mama", she hugged your legs.

While you waited for the doctor to call you, the twins started kicking, "put your hand here", you smiled, guiding your husband's hand to the spot where one of the boys was kicking.

"Is it more painful now that there's two of them?", Carlos quesioned.

"Right now it's okay, I imagine it will be harder when they're closer to term", you shrugged your shoulders, "you and your guys managed to put two babies in me, and now you're worried?", you joked.

"I'm always thinking about you and making sure you're all fine, amor", Carlos admitted, "I never quite understood what my father meant until I became a father - I always want the best for you and I hate the thought of you being in pain or uncomfortable", he sighed, "I can assume being pregnant is not the most comfortable thing, so I want to help as much as possible - even if I was the one getting two babies", he smiled.

"It's not the most comfortable, there are some bad days, but I like being pregnant", you assured, "not in a kink type of way before you go down that route, but because I know I'm the babies first home and that they're comfy in there", you rubbed your bump before you got a notification from your mother in-law.

The photo showed, on one side, a young Carlos and his father reading a newspaper about his win, and on the other, a modern recreation of it with Clara holding a tablet with a digital version of the newspaper article reporting about his latest victory.

The shop was out of the physical copies of the newspaper so we had to get creative!

Showing Carlos, the smile on your husband's face was the biggest, "I'm so happy we get to raise the kids with our families nearby", he kissed your temple.

(Thank you for sending this in ✨️)

[decaydancedeaddove]

Saw the photo of patrick in the surgeon gear for the first time a few days ago and well . Broo my surgeon is gonna rape me badd... and im not gonna press charges because im gonna like it 💔💔 waking up out of idfk, getting my appendix out and for some reason I feel sore but I just attribute it to the surgery..

- doe anon (that photo is actually really fun y to me. I also found out he was inlike. One medical show. He looks better in white than in scrub blue is what I can say)

stop this my girl weiner is so hard (metaphorically speaking). i don’t know what this kink is called but like. getting taken advantage of in a medical setting is sooooo hot to me and especially if it’s patrick??? holy fuck doe anon your mind.

and like why would you press charges?? he did exactly what he was supposed to do, so what if he played around with your sleeping body a bit? it was his reward <3

he was on house md i think??? or i might be thinking of LMM i don’t know im tired

[myteavsricochet]

Latest fanfics read, part 6

(Part. 1) (Part. 2) (Part. 3) (Part. 4) (Part 5)

I Keep My Mouth Shut Tight (Cause I Don't Want To Lose What's Not Even Mine)

"Being affectionate, he has always used certain pet names with me. He’s called me sweetheart since we met, and I have used several in turn. That night he used a new one... I realised that he had woken me, saying it was time to take another dose of medicine. It was the way he said it, though: “Baby, I need you to wake up for me...” I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I whined pathetically at him calling me that, but he seemed to take it as protest that I didn’t want to wake, and not for what it really was—me absolutely losing my mind over that word coming out of his mouth and being directed at me. The cherry on top of it all was when he kissed me on the forehead and my brain promptly stopped working completely."

OR: At hit wits end, Henry decides to turn to reddit to ask the internet if his roommate likes him back, or if he's going insane. Then Nora intervenes.

Additional tags: Social Media, Ask reddit, Cute, Short & Sweet, Silly, Sharing a bad, Didn't know they were dating, Cuddling & Snuggling

It's Not a Secret

Henry is a boring person.

This is an objective fact. It’s been such a constant in his life that it hardly bothers him. He prefers the mundane. Thrives under routine. Tolerates many things poorly: surprise parties, capsaicin, loud noises.

Another objective fact: Henry loves Alex. Alex is not boring at all.

Unfortunately, everyone else in Henry’s life seems to think that a bore like him is incapable of a relationship like theirs— and, more distressingly, that this must mean that Alex simply doesn’t exist.

Or: Five times that no one believed that Henry and Alex were an item, and one time that they all did.

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Director of Finance Henry Fox, tattoo artist alex claremont-diaz, Opposites Attract, Not actually a secret relationship, Misunderstandings, Developing Relationship, Sexual Content

in sickness and in health

Henry has a rather nasty cold, but June had her appendix removed, which means she wins. Because of her victory in the unwell olympics, Henry will stay in Texas while Alex flies to New York to visit his sister and the rest of their chosen family, something Henry desperately tries not to resent.

Additional tags: Slice of life, Sickfic, Married life

The Room Where It Happens

caged, Alex who he had never thought would be his, making himself at home, in a place Henry hasn’t thought of as home since his father died. It was simply a place he lived. His home was now sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling off his socks.

----

Or, a trio of firsts.

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Pre-Canon, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, First Time Bottoming, Angst, But not like Alex/Henry angst, Lonely Henry angst, Praise Kink

the way it is suddenly there, total and complete

As Alex falls in love with David, Henry falls even more impossibly in love with him, and their little family.

Or: Over the first year of their new life together, Alex fully commits to being a dog dad. Henry is his captive audience.

When I Get Going

“On a scale of one to ten,” Henry says softly, stepping closer to him and lowering his voice in a way that has Alex’s pulse jumping in his throat, his entire body aching to respond, “how far gone are you right now? One being ‘I could easily hold a conversation with the Queen’ and ten being ‘I’m genuinely surprised nobody’s noticed yet’.” Alex grits his teeth, but even the reminder of Henry’s nefarious grandmother can’t quell the arousal burning hotly in his stomach.

“Six,” he hisses, embarrassed and turned on, every molecule of him straining to reach out and pull Henry into something that will start off as a kiss, and end as anything but.

“Let me know when you get to eight,” Henry says firmly, then he just-

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, PWP, Underwear, Coming In Pants, Orgasm Delay/Denial, delayed gratification, Control, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Begging, Praise Kink, Henry is a fucking tease

crushed velvet

"In this brief moment of reprieve, Henry pants for breath, digging his fingers into the red material of the sofa to remind himself that this is, in fact, somehow real."

Or, movieverse couch blowjob missing scene.

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Ficlet, Missing Scene, Blow Jobs, Skull Fucking, Simultaneous Orgasm, Coming In Pants

Comfort in the Backlight

For the prompt: "rainy day in the brownstone, fluff?"

Maybe sneakers weren’t the best choice of shoe for the day, Alex realizes as he shuts the front door behind him and grimaces at the quick puddle forming beneath him.

you are my medicine (when you're close to me)

After one last peck, Henry finally pulls away, leaving a sore spot of hollowness where his touch had filled it before. Alex forces his face to stay even– he doesn’t want his boyfriend to feel guilty for doing what he needs to do, doesn’t want to feed into the assumption that Alex is helpless without him.

Doesn’t want to be another obligation in Henry’s life that will one day grow to be too much to shoulder.

When the door falls shut, leaving Alex alone with a house that is much too empty and silent without his family there, there’s a lump in his throat that he can’t quite swallow. He thinks of Nora, making jokes that Henry is a saint for putting up with him during exam season; he thinks of June who uprooted her entire life to take care of him during college– and finally, he thinks of Henry, gentle and perfect Henry, that has had to worry about others way too much in his life– and a stinging sense of dread settles over him.

-

Or, Alex's no good horrible very bad two weeks without Henry.

Additional Tags: Alex Claremont-Diaz Has ADHD, Alex Claremont-Diaz Has Abandonment Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Alex Claremont-Diaz Needs a Hug, Long-Distance Relationship, Mental Health Issues, Established Relationship

Smile, You're on Camera

"Baby," Alex manages, and Henry groans in response, grazing his earlobe with his teeth. Alex bites his lip his stifle his own whimper. "H, hang on."

Henry pulls away from his assault on his neck, face flushed, chest heaving. "What's — what's wrong?"

"Nothing, sweetheart, nothing," Alex soothes, placing both hands on Henry's shoulders. "I just — do you wanna do it? Now?"

Henry blinks owlishly. Alex watches as the realization slowly dawns on him, and he turns his head to look at the camera. He stares for a moment, then looks back at Alex and says, "Can you bring it closer?"

Or, Alex and Henry film a sex tape.

Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Sex Tapes, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Crying During Sex, in a sexy way not a sad way, Switching, Sub Top Alex

no bunny compares to you

Henry is a lot of things as a person and while much of his personality transfers over to his bunny form, his physical attributes do not. Most notably, his size.

Where Alex’s boyfriend stands tall and regal, his furry counterpart is small and fluffy, unable to summit even the most minor of obstacles.

Take their sofa, for one. Alex is watching TV and minding his own business, when he hears a steady thump from just below him. Peering over the edge of the dark cushion, he spots his boyfriend angrily pounding his back foot against the carpet.

“Ha! Is my little bun too tiny to get up here on his own?” Alex teases. He’s promptly rewarded with a whisker twitch followed by a nose scrunch. Henry is pouting and it’s the most adorable thing he’s ever witnessed.

--

or, five times Henry shapeshifts for himself and one time he does it for Alex

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Magical Realism, 5+1 Things, Bunny Henry, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Shapeshifting, Idiots in Love, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Needs a Hug, Protective Alex Claremont-Diaz, Soft Boys, Henry Has Bad Days

[godlizzza]

Prompt of plz plz that art of dan listening to herberts notes !!!

Art in question is this lovely piece from @sidetrek (sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind when drawing this haha).

Dan was prepared to admit that he had a problem. He'd heard of some weird kinks over the years, both from personal anecdotes friends had shared, and through his medical studies. He supposed having a thing for someone's voice wasn't the oddest thing in the world, all things considered, but for Dan, who'd always been a pretty vanilla guy when it came to sex (comfortable, his brain amended), it was off-putting. Not so off-putting to get him to stop doing it though.

"Time is November eleventh, ten fifty-two pm," Herbert's voice droned in his ears. "Examining a cadaver for possible partial or full reanimation."

Dan closed his eyes, blocking out all sights, focusing only on Herbert's words through his headphones. He sighed and reached down to palm himself over his underwear. He was already half hard from anticipation and excitement.

"Subject is a fifty-three-year-old male. South Asian in appearance. Presented with complaints of chest pain and shortness of breath. He died shortly after from a pulmonary embolism. I'll be looking to establish how much damage was done to the arteries. With hope, the blockage in his lung didn't tear."

Dan rolled his hips up into his hand for a minute before getting impatient and reaching over to squirt some lotion on his palm. He pushed his boxers down and grasped his exposed dick, fully erect from Herbert's precise annunciation of the word embolism.

"Making Kocher incision now. Subject is reasonably muscled, suggesting an active lifestyle, though had a history of smoking. His family history showed no signs of lung cancer, which is promising."

Dan imagined the scene as Herbert spoke: Herbert stood under the harsh overhead light, apron and gloves on as he sliced open the cadaver's chest with his scalpel. The split skin and dark blood would have no impact on him and his eyes would remain impassive where they were visible over the top of his surgical mask. His cock twitched in response to the thought and Dan bit his lip as he squeezed it.

"Subject's lungs appear healthy. No signs of contusions to the costal surface. Right ventricle and pulmonary trunk appear intact. Perhaps he was a swimmer. Length of torso suggests he had the ability to hold his breath for quite some time."

Dan's own torso was sheened with sweat, his shirt open to let the cool air of the ceiling fan brush his hot skin. He pumped his hand in earnest, chasing his mounting pleasure. He imagined his hand was Herbert's hand, that Herbert was right beside him, his mouth to Dan's ear, whispering all the things he was saying in the tape. What he wouldn't give to hear Herbert say contusion to him in person.

"Making mid-line incision now." Herbert's words were accompanied by the squelch of blood and moving organs. Dan's toes curled at the sound. "Surrounding organs appear undamaged. Subject has had his appendix removed. Liver seems worn. Possible alcohol abuse. Deterioration does not appear to have progressed to the point of liver failure."

Dan gasped as he thrust up into the ring of his hand. His breath came out of him in ragged puffs in time with his pumps. His guts were tightening up as his pleasure built. He was so close-

"Subject appears a suitable candidate for full reanimation. Suturing the skin now. I'll have to inform Dan."

Dan came suddenly, the sound of his name from Herbert's voice playing into his own ears enough to push him over the edge. He pumped himself through the waves of pleasure that coursed through him until he was dry, his hand wet with his own release. He laid there for a moment, breathing heavily and listening to the click of the recorder, soaking in the feeling.

After a minute his heartrate returned to normal and he sat up, reaching for the tissues on his nightstand. Herbert would be home soon. He'd need to put the tape back before Herbert realised it was gone.

With luck, he'd have a new tape for Dan to listen to later.

[pineyyote]

21, 37 and 30?

21: Hug, definitely. Never kissed anyone.

30: Read the book, easily. Maybe watch the movie later, but definitely read the book first. Chronicles of Narnia is a testament to this.

37: So. Freaking. Many. GAH

One time I was 30ft in a tree (I was thirteen) and I fell, thankfully I caught myself.

I almost tripped off the edge of a cliff.

I almost slid off the side of a mountain.

I’ve been in two near-fatal car accidents, plus one near-miss.

I’ve almost been ran over like six times.

I stabbed myself on accident once.

My appendix burst open and filled my body with deadly toxins.

My intestines kinked themselves like a hose, twice.

All in all, I have had many lucky occurrences in my life, therefore using all my luck and giving me a cosmic excuse for my current clumsiness.

[cmkinkbingo2024]

Free Spaces

The free space on everyone’s card gives you a chance to choose your own prompt!

In order to fill the space, all you need to do is create a fanwork based around a prompt that you want to write about. Perhaps there’s something that you’d like to write that didn’t end up on your card, maybe you scrolled through the Kink Appendix and got inspired, or there’s a kink that wasn’t on the list that you’ve got ideas for. You could even combine multiple prompts to make something uniquely yours!

This is your space- have fun with it!

[thestarlightbrigade]

Back to Azreal Posting. Is it considered murderous when his kink is just being torn into and dissected like a lab rat

like he's just on the op table making googoo eyes and heart eyes like "Yes please OH ya touched my appendix, careful it doesnt explode for the umpteenth time."

[j-denyourlocaljackofmanytrades]

I need to be held down before the void takes my mind, and I give I to my breeding kink. That or the crimson from terraria takes over my spleen, and the corruption takes over my appendix

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 614, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1133

When we got back home again, Elizabeth pulled steaks out from the freezer in the garage to thaw for dinner while Peter took Katie upstairs to the master bathroom for a soak in the tub. I followed behind with a conga line of babies pattered close behind me, little girl and Baby Tommy in the back to help the younger babies up the stairs.

I entered the master bedroom, calling out for little girl and Baby Tommy to go grab pajamas from Katie’s bedroom while I helped their big sister make herself nice and sparkling clean.

“Hey there, mo stór,” I greeted her with a smile, stepping into the bathroom to help her undress. “Are you excited for your surgery tomorrow?”

“No,” she meeped nervously as she chucked off her jean shorts and panties before relaxing into the tub as I turned the water on. “I’m scared.”

“Do you want to talk about why you feel scared?” I asked her in a gentle voice, throwing my red curls up into a messy topknot and getting down onto my knees to tend to my injured daughter.

“Will I be awake?” she asked me in a concerted little voice.

“No, you won’t be awake during the procedure,” I hummed, taking a new washcloth from the cupboard over the toilet and squeezing my scented body wash onto the rough fabric. “You will be given a medication to knock you out, and you will also be numbed, so you shouldn’t feel anything while you are asleep.”

“Oh, okay.” Here, she looked a bit more at ease as I began to wash at her back. “Can Jing had her foot operated on, too?”

“I bet you can ask the surgeon tomorrow, okay?” I smiled, also getting the back of her neck and shoulders. “I think I have a hospital gown pattern for American Girl dollies somewhere in my study. After we’re done here, I’ll go into my study and look for it- I bet you can hand stitch it and make it look nice and pretty for Jing!”

I then handed Katie the washcloth to finish washing herself, looking up as little girl and Baby Tommy appeared in the doorway. Babby Tommy clutched at Katie’s pajamas in his hands and little girl was toting Jing in her arm.

“Thank you, sweet babies!” I smiled at them, instructing little girl to go place Jing onto the bed and Baby Tommy to put Katie’s pajamas onto the toilet.

“Mommy? Katie booboo needs kissie kiss kiss?” Baby Tommy asked, toddling up to me with his fist in his mouth.

“Katie’s foot needs to be fixed by the doctor tomorrow,” I broke down, pushing his sweet baby curls from his hazel blue eyes. “Do you remember when mommy had her appendix removed?”

“Just like that?” he babbled, leaning deeper into my mommy touch.

“Something very similar to that will happen with Katie,” I informed him, pressing a simple kiss to his sweet baby brow. “You will need a haircut soon enough!”

“NO!” he screamed before turning and speed toddling out of the bathroom, loudly chanting “NONONONONONONONONO…-”

“Baby Tommy, do you want to look like daddy?” I called out, utterly amused by his adorable baby antics.

“Mesies daddy’s mini me!” Baby Tommy screamed from the other room, causing for me to erupt into laughter and I had to take a minute to collect myself once more. “Mesies no haircut!”

“Alright, I get it!” I cackled wildly as Katie rinsed the soap from her body.

“Mommy, can you help me wash my hair?” Katie asked me.

“Of course, mo stór.” Here, I stood and grabbed my shampoo and conditioner bottles and found a pitcher underneath the sink. “What is the first thing you’ll do after your surgery tomorrow?”

“Climb a tree,” she answered at once. “I really want to climb a tree.”

“You know something, your daddy built a treehouse in the backyard a couple of years ago,” I remembered all of a sudden. “While you’re recovering, I do think I can get him to go up and do some touch ups.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to make me do anything.”

Little girl and Baby Tommy let out joyful screeches, and I knew without a doubt that Peter had swooped down and scooped them into his muscular arms.

“ATTACK!” screamed little girl, signaling the charge on her beloved Papa Pete.

“Oh little girl, you are an icon!” I chortled as I pored shampoo onto my hand before beginning to massage Katie’s scalp.

“Mommy, something just occurred to me!” Katie suddenly piped up with. “When you had your appendix removed, why didn’t the doctor hurt Baby Violet Marie?”

“Well, because the doctor went through eight years of medical school and two years of residency,” I commented dryly. “I trust the doctors who work on our family.”

Just not male doctors, I shuddered, remembering back to where I had my rape kit conducted at age eleven. The doctor on staff had been a male and I was screaming and crying so much that I had been knocked out with medication.

I forced myself back to the presence, where Katie was tilting her chin up to make it easier to me to rinse her curls.

“I love you, mo stór,” I murmured lovingly to her.

“And I love you mommy,” she answered with her eyes shut.

Oh my heart.

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

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[willowmckinley]

🌸also for the writer ask game but also this is an act of violence because i want to see what dark lil horrific kink you'll try to justify as lovely i got my popcorn can't wait!!

TOOKS. I LOVE YOU BUT HEY

🌸 Do you write about lovely things?

YES I DO

Ahhhhhh..... So, like... I'm pretty sure I was writing my Exchange fic when you sent this, in which I wrote Hanahaki fic, but it included bugs in people's lungs, vines crawling up throats and out eyes, and like, one spectacular eye ball explosion of flowers. I wholly believe this is lovely. It had flowers!

But, okay, I get your point, because I'm planning on writing my next chapter of yandere verse and in this one, Raylan's getting his appendix cut out so he can replace the space it takes up with the preserved remains of Boyd's surgically removed eyeball... 😍😍😍 And... I do also... think this is lovely... But listen!!! It's so sweet how Raylan made a little arts & crafts project for Boyd, and then Boyd even gets to eat Raylan's appendix after all this! /Positive! 😍😍😍

I have no excuses. I really think it's lovely!!! It's just fun to write these two people showing the absolute worst of themselves to each other and being loved anyway! I don't necessarily believe in unconditional love, but I do think that as close as we can get is so important to work toward figuring out, to accepting one another, and to be accepted as the full of ourselves and not just the best face we put on for the public. This is especially with, like, Right wing culture wars and the "canceling" of people for like... not even just imperfection but falling short of sterilized curation. And that is lovely to me! To have people in my life who want the parts of me who bitches about dumb things on the internet and says dumb things where it can't hurt others and feels frustrated even when I'm the one in the wrong. This part is genuine and not half as tongue as cheek as the paragraph preceding it.

[petalfearrising]

So I've actually had the chance to meet some folx who have been doing at least some of the leg work in that area, though I'm still combing through their many, many research papers.

Might I point towards section V, subsection 10: "Fetishes, Kinks, and Philias"?

i could write a college thesis on furry kinks and i might if i ever go into psychology