#kintober 2024: day 2

[grandlinedreams]

Notes: we're so back, baby. October poured a whole soup can of horny into my brain, I'm literally just dumped names into a randomizer, so eat up @caffrey-coffee and @shadowleaf10 it's ya boy

Kinktober Day 2: Mutual Masturbation; Dick Grayson

Warnings: MNDI, mutual masturbation, reader is gender neutral, Dick has a mouth on him wbk

"I can't believe you talked me into this."

"You could have said no," comes the counter, amused as your boyfriend rearranges things with the rustle of sheets and soft creak of bedsprings. "You agreed to this."

"Because I miss you," you mumble, and Dick's expression softens, baby blues made softer for the dim glow of his room. Where he is, you have no idea -- he couldn't say. Wouldn't say, for his safety and yours.

"I miss you too," he says, and because he's, well, him, his eyes flick over you shamelessly as he adds, "all of you."

Your eyes roll. "I can hang up--"

"I'll behave, I promise!" There's a glint to his eyes. "For now." He pauses for a moment, then swallows. "Can I tell you about a dream I had?"

It's a little bit of an awkward segway, but you allow it as you shift your own positioning. Any other time, this would be weird as all hell-- but any other time, Dick would actually be with you, and not on an assignment from the Bat himself.

Dick waits until you're both comfortable before he starts talking again. "It was a good dream," he says. "We both had the whole day to ourselves. I got to keep you in bed for a good while. Then the shower, the bedroom again, the kitchen..."

You shiver at the image that he's beginning to paint, the deliberate skim of your hand over your bare chest, your abdomen. Soft skin, warm and plush, flushed as you drop your hand lower. "Was I good for you?"

"Very." There's a quiet huff, the little edge to his voice that you know means he's already touching himself. "Let me fill you up as much as I wanted, till I was dripping out of you."

Your hips twitch, and you hiss at the first contact of your fingers to heated flesh. Dick has gone quiet for a moment before he groans.

"Wish that were my hand instead of yours."

"Me too," you offer breathlessly, fingers working the way you know gets you riled up faster. "When you get back, maybe -- ah -- maybe we can put that little fantasy into reality, hm?"

A hushed curse, the unmistakable slick, sticky sound of his hand moving, matching your own. "Gonna hold you to it. Make sure you can't walk for days."

The next couple of moments are broken by staccato breathing, whines, and bitten off groans. "You always feel better around me than my own hand," Dick pants. "Especially when you squeeze around me and make that noise, you know the one--"

Your back arches, garbled noise pitching a little higher, needier-- and Dick moans.

"That one. Gonna have to record it someday, I swear."

It's Dick who comes first as you lock onto him from the computer you've nestled on your bed, expression contorting as he grunts, bucking into his hand -- and then spilling over his fingers in pretty pearlescent spurts. You follow a moment later, aware that Dick is still watching, cheeks flush and chest heaving.

"That's an expression I miss a lot too," he says as you come down, and he has the audacity to smirk when you stare. "What? Being honest."

"Pervert."

"How is it perversion when you're mine anyways?" He asks, but his expression softens. "I just miss you. A lot."

Your heart stutters. "I miss you too." There's a little quiet lapse as you both clean up, clothes tugged back into place before you curl up in bed to stare at him for a little longer. "Gonna dream of you."

This time, there isn't a smirk or a lewd comment, but the soft affection reserved just for you. "Me too, angel."

[aangelkeii]

❝𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀❞ | Runnin - 21 Savage, Metro Boomin ❦

Kintober Day 7: Trying Not To Get Caught (k.tober 2024)

A/N: i made this one spicy for my freakliscious babe, so dedicated to you shuga. i think i got carried away w this one tho... added the sneeze panel cuz it makes me giggle.

A/N 2: SO MY QUEUE IS BROKEN AND NOTHING WANTS TO POST RN SO IM LOSING MY MARBLES. im gonna be cruificied if this doesn't post.

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wc: 1.4 (ragh) | warnings: fem!reader, fuckin in the kitchen, the other guys are there! say cheese!, dirty talk, pet names galore i dunno, no protection.. ur preggers. jk, i hate babies.

A small, sweet third-year reunion ended up with you bent over the kitchen counter, Issei’s lips mouthing against the back of your neck, with his hips pistoning so deep into you that you’re seeing stars. The former Aoba Johsai middle blocker has a grip on your waist, keeping your hip bones far enough from the grey marble to prevent injury, but his hold gives him all the power to pull you back onto him, the recoil of your hips and ass against his pelvis like hypnosis.

“Look at you, princess,” his voice, smooth and quiet, whispers in your ear. “Just dripping wet around me, sucking me in so well. Such a pretty girl.”

You bite down on your bottom lip, silencing the moans and curses that threaten to expose the two of you. The others are in the living room, an old volleyball game playing on the T.V helping to drown out the teasing words of Issei towering over you from behind. His thumbs press into the dimples of your back, moving upwards against your spine, forcing your back to curve even more and your almost bare chest to meet the cold countertop. 

“Been wantin’ this pussy f’so long, baby. Y’feel like fucking heaven,” a particular harsh thrust has his tip driving into your sweet spot, your forehead falls against the marble and your eyes flutter shut. 

You offered to help him tidy up a bit, keep things from getting too messy, but one snarky comment and reply ended up with your back colliding with the fridge doors. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe before his hands had crept underneath the hem of your loose shirt, massaging the skin of your hips in his strong hands.

Within ten minutes he had managed to pull your shirt and pants off, as well as his own, and already made you come twice on his tongue. It happened embarrassingly fast, your face flushed and so warm in his palms when he cupped your face and slammed his lips back onto yours, mixing your salivas with your cum, forcing you to taste just how sweet you were.

When you hopped down from the counter in an attempt to get onto your knees, desperate to get your lips around his cock, he turned you around and bent you forward. Now, even with the looming risk of getting caught with your pussy stuffed with his thick cock, his hips don’t let up.

“I wanna hear those pretty noises from you, baby,” he faux-pouts, his bare chest pressing against your back with his chin hooked over your shoulder. His forearms press against the edge of the counter, acting as a buffer for your ribs with his arms wrapped securely around you, the new position giving him just enough room to repeatedly slam into your sweet spot. Your hands brace against the marble, palms slipping through droplets of water.

His hips are relentless, and the suave tone of his voice acting as though one wrong move wouldn’t expose the two of you as nasty freaks fucking in the kitchen has you clenching around him, knocking a groan from his chest. A cheer erupts from the living room just in time to disguise it, but your hand still shoots up to slap against his mouth, your thumb pressing into his cheek. 

“You- you’re gonna get us caught,” you croaked, letting your hand fall back down after he pulled his face away. His hands go back to your hips, fingers settling in the crease where your thighs meet your pelvis.

“What’s so wrong about that, princess? Don’t want to boys seein’ you like this?” It’s strange hearing him sound so dirty. The once cool and collected Issei is losing his mind with each rush of blood between his legs, your pussy throbbing around his cock like a vice. “Think they’d appreciate how good you’re being for me, pretty girl.”

The thought of getting caught by the other guys sends a rush through your body. In actuality, getting caught like this would be very embarrassing, but just the threat of it keeps your adrenaline pumping through your veins. “Fuhhck, Mattsunnn.”

Another groan falls from his lips and he speeds up his thrusts, the slapping of skin increasing in volume, only covered by the chanting from the other three. “Y’like that? Dirty girl.”

He bites down on his bottom lip and steadies his grip, forcing your spine to straighten with his hands tightly on your waist. He jackhammers his cock into you, concentrating on the moans you’re trying desperately to hide behind pressed lips, your hand moving to cover your mouth for extra measure. 

Tired eyes catch you, flicking your hand away with his and instead shoves his ring and middle fingers between your lips, making you keep yourself quiet by getting his fingers wet. He coos, pressing down on your tongue and laughing when you moan around his digits. Your pussy throbs around him again and again, trying to milk his cock for all it’s worth. He withdraws his hand and shoots down to your front, pressing harsh circles into your clit.

Your teeth clench to hide the cry you just about let out, moving your ass back to meet his hips, holding onto the edge of the counter to keep your legs from giving out underneath you. 

“Ohh, you close, princess? Come around my cock, c’mon,” his circles turn smaller but faster, hand pressing into the small of your back to arch it. The way your skin moves in waves with each smack of you against his feels like pure sin, further clouding his mind, any other thought nothing but fleeting as that familiar coil builds inside of him. “Need you to come for me, baby.”

His desperate tone strikes you deep, hiding a cry behind your lips when you come around him, the insistent rocks of his hips and stroke of his fingers not letting up at all. Your pleasure is prolonged, a tensing fire within your muscles that turn your brain into him, him, him.

“Holy fuck,” his hips falter, breath stuttering in his chest. “Good girl, such a good girl. Feel so good coming aro-round me.”

“Issei, fuck, come on,” your unstable voice hurries him along, pleading for him. 

“Gonna come, princess,” his fingers detach from your clit and settle onto your hips again, spreading your cheeks to watch his cock disappear into your pussy. A white ring of your cum circles around his length. “Gonna come so fucking much.”

A cold hand meets his hip, your nails digging into his skin as a silent plea for him to come inside of you. You don’t want to waste all of this. It all makes an unfiltered whimper break from his throat, tugging you harder and harder onto his dick until a choked groan leaves his lips, painting your insides with his cum. The feeling itself has you clenching your eyes shut, hand sliding from his hip and back onto the counter.

The come-down is euphoric, sweaty bodies sticking together as he holds you through the last of your orgasm, using you as a crutch through his own. Arms wrapped around your middle, the side of his face pressed into the upper-middle of your back, hearing the dull, quick thump of your heart. You’re so warm, he doesn’t want to pull away. 

Another yell interrupts the sweet moment. He groans in displeasure, earning him a tiny, winded giggle from you.

Issei slides his cock out, cum dripping from the tip and onto the floor. He watches as the mix of cum drips out of you and down your legs, the harsh bite of the cold kitchen air making you curse.

He quickly reaches for his shirt to clean him and yourself up quickly now that the high had washed from your heads. Each touch is gentle and soft, trying not to hurt you with your heightened sensitivity. He tosses his shirt to the floor again and wraps his arms around you, pressing small, open mouthed kisses to your shoulder and neck, moving further upwards to connect your lips with his. The kiss is sweet and slow, a stark difference to how hurried he was.

“What are you two doing in there?” Oikawa’s voice rings out from the living room.

Iawizumi’s voice joins after, sounding annoyed and distracted. “Stop fucking around with the dishes!”

Issei pulls his lips from yours, a small click from your wet mouths separating. He lets out a quiet groan and drops his forehead to your shoulder for a moment, picking it up with his eyes closed. “Sorry! Got a bit wet in here.”

He looks back at you with a laugh, pulling you closer when you smack the side of his arm.

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✨ 2024 Creations Masterpost Part 3 ✨

See below for the final 94 works that were created during this event!

Part 1 | Part 2

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I Still Fall For You (Like Suns Do For Skies)

[Sonic/Shadow]

Art 1 Art 2 (Bonus) Art 3

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In Another World

[Sonic/Shadow, Silver/Blaze, Sonic & Tails, Sonia, Manic]

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The Incongruence of Stars and Flowers

[QPR Sonic/Shadow, Sonic & Knuckles, Knuckles & Shadow]

Art 1 (Bonus) Art 2

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Sonic Re:VISIONS

[Slight Sonic/Amy]

Art 1 Art 2 (Masterpost/Bonus)

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Once a King, Always a King

[Slight Sonic/Amy]

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A.R.K. Angel

[Shadow/Amy]

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3

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Fangs

[Shadow/Amy]

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3

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Hedgehog Day

[Shadow/Amy]

Art 1 (Bonus) Art 2 Art 3

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Sonic Heroes: Star System

[Sonic, Shadow, Blaze, Silver]

Art 1 Art 2

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A Moment Trapped For All Time (unfinished)

[Jewel/Bark]

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3

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Castles and Creepy Creatures

[Minor Sonic/Knuckles]

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Game Night

[Honey/Breezie]

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Their Directive Is Tracking Down Your... Knights?

[Lancelot/Gawain/Sonic]

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Orphaned

[Sage & Silver, Eggfam]

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The Path Not Yet Taken, The Path With A Blockade

[Background Sally/Sonic, Bark & Bean & Nack, Bark & Sally]

Art 1 Art 2

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This Comes From Inside

[Sonic & Mr Tinker, Sonic & Metal]

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King Shadow

[Ambiguous Shadow/Rouge, Sonic, Sally, Maria, Hope Kintober]

Art 1 Art 2

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My World is Chaotic Anarchy

[Scourge/Fiona]

Art 1 Art 2

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Family Road-Trips (Are For Actual Families)

[Vector/Vanilla, Espio & Silver]

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3

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Home Is When I'm With You

[Honey/Mighty, Mighty & Ray, Honey & Matilda]

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We Shine Brighter In The Dark

[Tails/Kitsuname, Tails & Kitsunami & Rouge & Shadow & E-123 Omega]

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3

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Re-Materialized

[Infinite/Gadget, Sonic/Sally]

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What I'm Made Of

[Metal/Amy]

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3 Art 4

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Frozen Moments in Time(lines)

[Sonic, Tails, Eggman, Metal Sonic, Shadow, Amy]

Art 1 Art 2 Art 3

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Hold Me In Your Arms, Baby - Woosan - Kinktober 2024

pairing: woosan rating: 18+ wordcount: 3,292 genre: smut, a hint of fluff, non idols au, kinktober, The faintest hint of a plot but really its pwp summary: Just engaged Woosan come home from dinner and Wooyoung demands he gets fucked against the door. Kintober Day 2: Against a wall addtional warnings: Wall Sex, Strength Kink, Established Relationship, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Overstimulation, Spanking, They're In Love Your Honor, A little bit of degradation but it's just a sentence or two and the briefest mention of a piss kink but they don't anything

ao3 link / kinktober masterlist

The second the door to their shared apartment was closed, Wooyoung turned around to push San against it. San smiled as Wooyoung pressed flush against him. San's hands found their natural spot on Wooyoung's waist while Wooyoung began to kiss him. It was rushed, frantic; Wooyoung trying to coax San's mouth open and push his suit jacket off his boyfriend's shoulders. No. Not boyfriend. Fiancé.

"God, get this stupid-" Wooyoung said in frustration. He started yanking on the jacket until San made a distressed sound.

"Hey," San gently eased Wooyoung's hands off him. He shrugged the jacket off and hung it up lazily on the front door handle. "Easy, it's designer."

Wooyoung scoffed and rolled his eyes. Impatiently, he reached for San's tie, not even bothering to undo the knot, just loosening it to move on to his next target. He started popping open the buttons to San's shirt, eyes raking over each inch of newly exposed skin as if he didn't just fuck him in the shower that morning before work. "I don't care, need you in me now. You've got money to buy a new one."

Wooyoung gasped as San's hand roughly gripped Wooyoung's jaw to pull him in and then forced his tongue into his parted mouth. Wooyoung still tasted like expensive wine and their shared crème brûlée. San's other hand grabbed both of Wooyoung's wrists to stop him from tearing his silk button up. 

"Young-ah," San said, pulling back slightly just enough to speak in the space between. Wooyoung pecked his lips again and then bit his lower lip just because he could. San's grip on his jaw tightened to stop him. Wooyoung smiled, looking a bit dopey with San's fingers squishing his face. The slightly older man pouted. "I wanted our first time after we got engaged to be romantic."

Wooyoung pursed his lips. "Compromise. Fuck me against the door now, then you can make love to me until we fall asleep."

San nodded in agreement. "Deal." He tugged Wooyoung closer again and repaid the favor, biting his lower lip before sucking on it. He turned them around, now pushing Wooyoung against their door. He pressed Wooyoung's wrists against the door above his head. Wooyoung struggled to escape it, but San's grip was firm. "Stay put," San ordered. "I'm going to grab the lube. If you move, I'll put your cock in a cage for a week."

Wooyoung nodded in agreement, and when San let go, he kept his hands where they were. Wooyoung was way too impatient to be too bratty. San studied him for a moment before turning and taking long strides through the living room to grab a stashed bottle of lube from the coffee table drawer. 

Wooyoung stared at San's feet with narrowed eyes. "You could have taken your shoes off."

San clicked his tongue as he rummaged through the drawer, not looking up at Wooyoung. "You're so impatient you nearly ripped my jacket, but you draw the line at me trying to grab the lube faster?"

"You're not the one who sweeps," Wooyoung argued.

"I'll sweep and mop if you stop pouting."

"Not pouting." Wooyoung stopped pouting when San lifted his head to look at him. 

San finally found their lube and hurried over to him. He kissed Wooyoung again. He left Wooyoung's suit jacket on but untucked his button-up from his pants with one hand. His hand rested on Wooyoung's bare hip. The heat of his palm made Wooyoung sigh into the kiss, happy for the simple touch. When Wooyoung's breath was sufficiently taken away, San flipped him around, pressing his face against the cool wooden door. 

Wooyoung glanced over his left shoulder back at him. "When you told me last week about our reservation, I thought you were trying to butter me up to try the piss thing again."

San paused. He blinked a few times. "Would that have worked?"

Wooyoung cackled and wiggled his hips. "Guess you'll have to take me out to another one of your fancy model-money restaurants again to find out. Now hurry up."

San shook his head to focus. He handed Wooyoung the lube to hold, letting Wooyoung move his arms as he pleased. San looped his arms around Wooyoung's waist. Wooyoung's hands lazily found San's forearms just to ground himself. Practiced fingers undid his belt, not bothering to unloop it through his pants before working open the button and zipper. He shoved them and his boxers down Wooyoung's thighs. He snatched the bottle from Wooyoung's hand and quickly started warming some lube on his fingers.

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at San over his shoulder. "So we have to be careful with your clothes, but no worries about getting lube and cum on mine?"

San looked almost bored as his finger slipped between his cheeks to rub at the tight ring of muscle. "You're free to take 'em off if you want." San rubbed his lubed finger insistently until the muscle relaxed under his ministrations. It never took long; Wooyoung's body was always willing to open up for the other and vice versa. 

Wooyoung let out a content sigh as San slipped his finger in, his eyes fluttering shut as he enjoyed the feeling. Wooyoung made no move to take his clothes off. It felt more thrilling to do it with both of them still fully dressed. He relaxed more, resting more off his weight onto the door. His palms rose to support his weight. 

The soft clicking sound of metal hitting wood made him open his eyes again, honing in on the white gold band on his ring finger. It was so perfectly his style, and on the inside, had their phrase engraved into the metal: amicus ad aras. Wooyoung hadn't cried when San proposed, but he came damn near close. The sight of the ring on his finger made him softly moan.

San looked up to see what caused the reaction. San smiled, seeing Wooyoung admiring the ring on his finger. He pressed his chest to Wooyoung's back, leaning in to whisper, "Did I pick out a good one, honey?"

Wooyoung nodded. "It's pretty."

San smiled, pressing a kiss to his clothed shoulder. "Like you." He eased in a second finger beside the first.

"Sap," Wooyoung laughed. As if he wasn't the one who just moaned seeing the ring on his finger.

San couldn't deny it, so instead, his free hand grabbed Wooyoung's bare hip to try to angle him better. Goosebumps spread on Wooyoung's skin from the cold metal of San's matching wedding band. It wasn't that cold since San's body heat warmed it, but the symbolism behind the rings made Wooyoung shudder. He continued to tremble as San's shorter fingers managed to hook perfectly and hit his prostate. 

"There," Wooyoung gasped. He pushed his hips back onto San's fingers, desperate to get more pressure on his prostate to feel the sparks of pleasure shoot through his body. "Fuck, Sannie. More."

San kissed Wooyoung's cheekbone. "I got you." He scissored his fingers in between jabbing Wooyoung's prostate, stretching him out for another finger. 

San's cock was a bit on the shorter side, but it was the thickest (real) cock Wooyoung had ever taken. Kind of like his cute, chubby fingers. Breathy little whines started tumbling from Wooyoung's mouth as each time San pushed his fingers in, the fingers curled to press into his prostate, and each time he pulled them out, he spread them wide. Wooyoung's jaw fell with a silent moan as the third finger was added. 

All the while, San peppered Wooyoung's face and neck with kisses; even his clothed shoulder and hair were given love. When he bit down on Wooyoung's ear, the younger let out a tiny squeal that had San laughing. Wooyoung could feel the smile on San's face when he tucked his face into Wooyoung's neck, added the fourth finger, and drew a high, breathy moan from him.

Wooyoung started whining for San to hurry up and fuck him already. To tide him over, San wrapped his free hand around his cock. Wooyoung gasped, alternating between thrusting forward into the perfectly tightened fist and back onto the fingers that were stuffing him full. 

San stopped moving his fingers other than the occasional crooking to press even harder against the bundle of nerves inside Wooyoung. Wooyoung cried in frustration when he realized he was doing all the work.

"San-ah," Wooyoung groaned. "Fucking, do something. Fuck me already." When San made an idle hum, Wooyoung rushed to add: "Please, San-ah."

San finally pulled his fingers free, gently shushing Wooyoung when he whimpered at the loss. San reached into Wooyoung's jacket pocket and pulled out the bottle of lube. Wooyoung blinked a few times in confusion, having not even noticed San tucked it in there. When he heard the unmistakable sound of San lubing up his dick, he tried to twist around to look over his shoulder more to see. San's dry hand pressed between his shoulder blades, keeping him firmly pushed against the door. 

"Don't move," San warned. 

Wooyoung closed his eyes, excitement coursing through his veins as he waited for San to finally fuck him like he had been dying for since they got in the car to head home. But after a few seconds, there was still nothing but the sound of his own heavy breathing and San working his hand over his erection. 

"San," Wooyoung gritted out. "What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the view," San said conversationally. "You look so pretty. You don't wear eyeliner much anymore. It's a shame. It looks so pretty running down your face."

Wooyoung gasped. His hand rubbed just below his eye. He pulled his hand back, and his fingers were smudged with black eyeliner, mascara, and tears. When did he start crying? Maybe when he felt San's ring on his skin, maybe when he wrapped a hand around his cock. It was hard to tell what set him off so early. He looked at San out of the corner of his eye. "Bet I'd be prettier crying on your cock instead."

San smiled at him. "You drive a hard bargain, Wooyoung."

Wooyoung stuck his tongue out cheekily, clearly pleased with himself. His mouth then dropped into an o shape as San lined up the tip. 

"Ready?"

"Yes," Wooyoung sighed. "I've been ready, now would you kindly just shove the damn thing-"

Wooyoung was cut off with a low moan as San did precisely that, thrusting in entirely in one go. Wooyoung's toes curled in his dress shoes. San fit so perfectly in him like his cock was specially created for him. 

"You're welcome," San said with a laugh.

Wooyoung clicked his jaw shut quickly, realizing he had been breathing out little "thank you, thank you, thank you" s without meaning to. "Shut up," he said instead. His voice lacked any heat because of its breathiness.

San was undeterred. He slowly pulled out, both letting out twin moans at the feeling before sharply thrusting back in. Wooyoung squeaked as the force shoved him hard against the door. From there, San gave Wooyoung no time to breathe. San's hands both gripped Wooyoung's hips tightly and started pulling him back on his cock to match each brutal thrust.

Wooyoung's voice quickly rose in pitch and volume. Distantly, he was thankful they were one of only two units on the top floor of their luxury apartments. He'd make their neighbor Hongjoong food as an apology. More pressing matters, though, were San rearranging his guts. Wooyoung's nails helplessly scratched at the door, unable to get purchase to ground himself.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby. How are you so tight?" San grunted.

"Cause— ah! — Because you've be-been bottoming for the last week. You're practically gaping."

San narrowed his eyes. Wooyoung knew what was coming but still cried out when San's hand sharply struck his ass. San then gently caressed the skin to soothe it. "Such a fucking brat."

Wooyoung just smiled. He couldn't help the moans being punched out of his lungs with each perfectly aimed thrust against his prostate. With San's hand preoccupied, Wooyoung pushed his hips back to meet San's thrusts. He couldn't tell if his ass stung more from the smack or from their hips hitting each other, but Wooyoung loved it either way.

Wooyoung's eyes rolled back as San landed two more hits, one on each cheek. He arched his back more, angling his hips so San could have better access. 

San shook his head in disappointment. "I can't even spank you as a punishment. You like it too much, you masochist." His hard roughly squeezed the cheek that had had two smacks, nails digging into the reddening flesh.

Wooyoung laughed. "Good thing you're— nngh —you're a sadist, huh?" San bit Wooyoung's earlobe and tugged, proving both their points when Wooyoung moaned. 

San grunted, leaving one last hit on the other cheek to even it out. "How can I not be when you sound so pretty when you're in pain? Clenching so tight from just a little slap? So desperate to get off you'll take anything."

Wooyoung swallowed a whimper. San's hand found his chest, flicking his nipple over the shirt. Wooyoung's hands scrambled to unbutton his shirt to give San access. The laugh he got had goosebumps erupting across his skin. Still, San's hand slipped in through the opening to rub, twist, and tug his nipples.

"Sannie, San-ah, I'm close."

He half expected San to mock him for how quick he was. He didn't expect San to pull out suddenly. He gasped and cried, hand wrenching back to try and grab San and pull him back in. 

San kissed his cheek. "Turn around, baby," San instructed. Still, he didn't wait for Wooyoung to do so, manhandling him around. He pulled Wooyoung's pants and underwear further down his legs. Wooyoung hurried to kick off his shoes, followed by his clothes. San then tapped Wooyoung's hips. "Up."

Wooyoung didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped his arms around San's neck before jumping up. San caught him easily, helping Wooyoung wrap his legs around San's tiny waist. Wooyoung's back was pressed up against the wall as San guided his cock back into his warm, wet hole. San pressed kisses along the column of Wooyoung's neck, leaving bites and hickeys in his wake.

Wooyoung was practically yelling as San blatantly showed off his strength as he fucked him against the door. His mouth hung open as San's arms flexed as he lifted Wooyoung up and down on his cock, gravity sinking him to the hilt each time and hitting his prostate over and over. Wooyoung loved every version of San he's had the pleasure of knowing, but since his boyfriend—fiancé—started working out, Wooyoung has developed a strength kink. How could he not when his lover had the body of a superhero and a habit of manhandling him in the bedroom? 

"Touch yourself," San ordered, knowing that while Wooyoung could get close, he couldn't come untouched. 

Wooyoung was a rightie, but he made the conscious decision to wrap his left hand around his cock. He hissed out at the feel of the ring wrapped around his cock. It was weeping so much precum it instantly ran a trail over his knuckles. Over the ring. His other hand gripped San's bicep to feel the muscles bulging and flexing beneath his touch. His thighs squeeze San's waist tighter to keep San as close as possible.

Wooyoung couldn't form coherent sentences, babbling out curses and praises and San's name, begging and crying and moaning as San pounded into him over and over again. "Close, fuck, San! Good, s'good. Ah! Harder."

San snapped his hips harder for him. Wooyoung ducked his head down, mouthing lazily at San's neck, trying to leave his own hickeys on his fiancé's skin, but the way San was jostling him around on his dick made it hard. 

San, in turn, bit down on Wooyoung's neck, making Wooyoung shout. He felt San twitch inside him, and he laughed nearly hysterically. Such a sadist. His hand tangled in San's hair, pushing him closer. That made San growl, and he dug his teeth in harder, though never hard enough to break the skin. 

The dull throbbing pain shot right to Wooyoung's dick. "San-ah. Gonna come. Shit ."

"Go on," San grunted. He lifted his head and pressed the foreheads together. Wooyoung tried to keep his eyes open and look in San's eyes, but the pleasure was so all-consuming that his eyes were unfocused, and it was hard to keep them open. San didn't mind, though. "Come for me."

It was like his body was waiting for San's permission because the second two words were out of his mouth, his body pulled taught. His head hit the door with a dull thunk, gasping out San's name as he shot cum into his hand and all over their shirts.

San kissed his temple, praising him softly. "Good boy, there you go. That's it."

San kept fucking him through it to keep Wooyoung's high going but also to chase his own pleasure. He pressed his lips along Wooyoung's neck and jaw. The way Wooyoung felt coming around his cock felt so good. He was getting close.

Wooyoung started whimpering from overstimulation, but he didn't use his safeword. He clawed his nails into San's back to hold on. It felt good, and San knew how much Wooyoung loved it. He always made it a point to make Wooyoung come first when the younger was bottoming so he could keep fucking him into that delicious pain-pleasure of overstimulation.

"San-ah," Wooyoung called out in a slurred voice. He clenched to help him out. "Come on, Sannie."

When San finally let out a groan and held Wooyoung in place so he could shoot his cum in as deeply as he could, Wooyoung's legs were just starting to shake from too much. They held each other close, panting against the other, waiting to come down from their highs. 

Wooyoung petted the back of San's head, smoothing over the hair he messed up. "Good thing I'm on birth control," he joked.

San laughed and slowly slipped his cock out. He readjusted his grip on Wooyoung, and the younger one held on tighter. Wooyoung sighed contently as San walked them through their penthouse. San smacked his lips obnoxiously loudly against Wooyoung's cheek. 

"Sorry," San apologized half-heartedly, knowing Wooyoung wasn't the biggest fan of being filled with cum, though the younger knew San loved filling him up, so he let him do it more often than not. "Let's go take a shower."

Wooyoung groaned. "We took one this morning." He dropped his face onto San's shoulder. "Should have been responsible like me and came on our clothes."

San grimaced. He was not taking these to the dry cleaners. He'd just buy them new clothes. Wooyoung wasn't wrong when he said he had the money to buy them luxury items. "How wise of you."

Wooyoung giggled, sounding slightly delirious. Maybe he was. "Well, we've got our whole lives for me to teach you my wisdom." He wiggled his left hand, fluttering his fingers on San's back pointedly. He finally could leave proper marks on San, so he started gently sucking on San's skin, slowly but surely forming a hickey on his neck.

"Yeah," San said with a big smile. "Yeah, we do."

Wooyoung felt so giddy. "Love you."

"I love you too."

Wooyoung licked over the mark and pulled back to look at San with a self-satisfied smile. "To make up for cumming in me, how about you eat me out in the shower?"

Wooyoung's cackle echoed through their home at the groan San let out.

[eventinelysplayground]

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

This is the complete list of all the fics I've done for Kintober 2024. The prompt list I followed was provided by @natimiles, @candied-boys and @valkyyriia. They said using an unused prompt on a different day was allowed so I did do that a few times in the challenge. All of these fics are NSFW so minors do not interact. If there are fic specific trigger/content warnings I will place a detailed description in the individual fics info and a ⚠️ on this list. I hope you all enjoy the fics and have a great Kinktober! Horny Rainbow divider by @cafekitsune

Day 1: Bondage: Tied up, Shakespeare ⚠️

Day 2: Role Reversal: Attempting Villainy, Victor

Day 3: Face Sitting: A Pleasing Apology, Keith/Alter Keith

Day 4: Biting/Marking: A Visual Demonstration, Mitsuhide

Day 5: Cock Drunk: Trading Spaces, Chevalier

Day 6: Punishment: Wake the Blacksmith, Clavis ⚠️

Day 7: Blood Play: A Short Symphony of Blood, Mozart ⚠️

Day 8: Temperature Play: Cold, Roger

Day 9: Impact Play: Silence, Sariel ⚠️

Day 10: Cockwarming: A Hundred and Fifty Pages, Leonardo

Day 11: Mirror Sex: Reflected Beauty, Elbert

Day 12: Food Play: Dessert, Yves

Day 13: Rough Sex: Licht

Day 14: Overstimulation: Jin

Day 15: Predator/Prey: Hunting Party, Nokto ⚠️

Day 16: First Time: First Time, Tristan & Violet (ikepri OCs)

Day 17: Breeding: Follow the Rules, Matias (Matthias)

Day 18: Praise Kink: Praise Me, Mitsunari

Day 19: Blindfold: Unseen, Vlad

Day 20: Body Worship: Worship of the Flesh, Kennyo

Day 21: Begging: It Never Happened, Ieyasu

Day 22: Hate/Angry Sex: One Thing, Jude ⚠️

Day 23: Somnophilia: Keep Sleeping, Hideyoshi ⚠️

Day 24: Against the Wall: Lost in Eternity, Comte

Day 25: Multiple Orgasms: Shingen

Day 26: Outdoors/Public: In a Garden of Roses, Silvio

Day 27: Lingerie: Jean

Day 28: Wax Play: Faust

Day 29: Shower/Bath: A Relaxing Bath, Alfons

Day 30: Jealous Sex: The Green Eyed Monster, Theo

Day 31: Free Day: A Simple Night, Azel

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Kinktober 2024 Multi Fandom Fest

by caz251 2024s Kintober offerings in multiple fandoms. I'm working from two different prompt lists this year - dreamlandcreations (D) and absurdthirst (A) lists. I am aiming to do one prompt from each list each day. Fandoms and tags will be updated daily. Prompt fills will vary in length from drabbles to full stories. Words: 512, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023), 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Additional Tags: Lingerie, handjobs via https://ift.tt/Ata5ZrT