#micro's kinktober

[uselessmicrowave]

kinkcember day nineteen

tws/content- boot fetish/stepping, degradation, sir kink, sadism/masochism, cybertronian reader

tfa sentinel prime x reader

“Disgusting...” the prime growls, pushing you over from your place on your knees, making you grunt when you hit the floor. You whimper when his heel presses against your inner thigh. “Bad bot, getting charged over this."

“Nh- 'm sorry sir-” you whimper, getting cut off by your own moans. You close your eyes in discomfort from the sting of hitting the ground. Sentinel scoffs, presumably dissatisfied with your softness. He smirks and carefully places his pede flush against your panel. You whine, curling your legs up towards your body. “Sir!”

“Mute it.” he huffs, jolting his pede down and making your array sting for a klik. “You better stay still, like a good little piece of shareware would.”

“Y-yes sir...” you submit, tilting your head back and letting your panels slide open, your thigh plating squeezes around his lower leg when you feel his sole against your array. You open your intake with a silent scream, the stimulation forces you to arch your back strut. “A-ah!”

“Mute it.” he growls, emphasizing each word with a little shove up against your outer node. You clamp a servo over your intake to muffle a wanton moan.

“Frh- nh!” your voice cracks in a result of trying to silence it, a violent stir of white hot pleasure rages through your system, making you shiver. “Sir!”

“You just don't know how to be quiet, huh?”

“N- nh!” you whine and shake as his pede scrubs against your valve, forcing you to clamp your thighs around his leg once again. Your mind fogs over with pleasure, you clench your denta together in an effort to keep your functional thoughts. In a sad attempt to keep yourself from overloading, you try to shove him off of you, you paw at his leg plating uselessly, the little motions and jolts only increasing the sharp feeling. Your frame withers, curling up as you overload under his boot.

He scoffs, shoving his heel into your exterior node and stepping off of you. It makes you flinch in overstimulating pleasure, you whimper as you roll to your side and curl up further.

“Ahh... nnh...” you pant, you look up at the tall blue bot with a sort of desperate expression. “Hnn...”

“Worthless scrap.” he mutters, looking down at you with a disgusted look. Sentinel gives your frame a rough nudge with his pede, kicking you but only enough to not bruise or hurt you. You flinch, sighing in the relief of the warm afterglow.

[frenchfrywrites]

Kinktober Day Eight

Macro/Micro

MINORS DNI

Warnings: gn genitals ambiguous top reader, bottom micro trans man Lilia, micro/macro, unprepped penetration, tummy bulge

Terms used for Lilia: tdick, cock, cunt

Lilia is smaller than you.

Well, that's always true, but right now you find that the size difference between the two of you has grown extraordinarily.

"What happened to you?" You ask, staring bewilderingly at the— well you'd guess he's nearly 6 inches tall now?— Lilia standing on your desk.

"A failed spell," is all the explanation he gives. "Aren't I so cute?" he asks, placing his hands under his chin to frame his face. You laugh, reaching down to poke his nose gently,

"Yeah you are." Lilia smiles, taking your finger into his hands, and holding it in his as if it's at all similar to holding hands like you normally do.

"I feel so cute," he continues with a very specific and familiar lilt to his voice. "So small and cute," he kisses your finger, then nuzzles it. "I like being tiny, I am so delicate and weak, you have to take care of me," and that's a damn lie because you know he could reverse this spell in a second, or at the very least he could most certainly protect himself against any threat. "Don't you think?" he looks up at you with wide eyes, fluttering his lashes.

"Oh, I see," you hum, moving your finger lower touching his chest gently. "you like being tiny," And Lilia, the shameless little thing he is, grins at you devilishly, one of his little fangs biting his lip, as he nods his head.

"You-" you start, but you don't even know what to say about this revelation. You suppose you've got nothing against messing around with him at his new size, so you let your finger wander down his body.

Lilia wraps his little hands around your finger once you reach his groin, keeping you there. Though it's faint, you can feel that he's hot and damp through his clothes. Lilia rocks his hips against your finger, and gasps at the sensation.

He rubs himself against you like that for a moment, staring up at you with wild, bright red eyes. Maybe it's the layers of clothes separating his skin from yours, or that the friction toes the line between being able to get him off and only teasing him; whatever the reason, Lilia steps back to strip himself of his pants and then lays back, legs spread so you can get a good look at him.

"Touch me?" he begs, spreading his cunt with his fingers, "please?" You exhale slowly at the sight of him.

Ever so gently, you rub his tdick with your finger. Lilia gasps, knocking his head back, and grabbing your finger with both hands,

"Fuck," he cries, rutting his hips against you.

"You look cute," you hum, feeling sort of dazed as you watch him get off just by using your finger. Lilia's breath catches at your praise.

"Do you think— ahh yes, there— could you put your finger in, do you think?" he gasps, gushing against your skin as you tease his cock.

"My pinky maybe? You think you could take it?" you ask. Lilia nods, tightening his hold on your finger.

"Please?" at his begging, you move your index finger away from his cunt, and replace it with your pinky, nudging the tip against his entrance. "Oh," Lilia gasps as you push into him. "Big," he breathes, and you laugh at how amazed he sounds. Taking it nice and slow, because it's not like you lubed or prepped him, you ease your finger into his tight, wet hole.

"Okay?" you ask when you've pressed your finger midway inside of him. It bulges his stomach, and Lilia's eyes have rolled back into his head, his mouth dropped open, breathing heavily and drooling.

"Guh-" he huffs, twitching around you, blinking away tears, "mmngh, s'good," he moans.

Hearing that he's good, you slowly begin to thrust your finger in and out of him. Lilia writhes under you, gurgling your name between hiccups and keens of pleasure.

"Cum— hah, nghh— going to cum," he eventually cries, his hands shooting out to hold onto your finger as his climax approaches. To bring him over the edge, you rub his tdick with your thumb. Lilia shrieks, cumming on your finger, his body convulsing. He curls in on himself, gripping your finger with such a force that it hurts, his hole spasming around you.

You slowly fuck him through it, being oh so gentle with his currently pocket-sized body.

"Oh fuck," he breathes as he comes down going limp on the desk, "good lord."

"All good down there?" you ask, smiling at how blissed out he looks right now.

"Darling, I feel wonderful, though," he pats the bulge on his stomach where your finger is still deeply inserted inside of him, "I would love if you would pull out, so to speak."

Gently, you pull your finger out of his stretched hole, bringing it to your lips so you can lick his juices off. Lilia watches you with a dazed smile,

"Come now, I just finished," he whines, "and then you go and do that. You'll get me riled up again in no time," you laugh.

"Settle down grandpa," you take his body into your hand gently, lifting him so you can place a kiss on the top of his head. "How long do you plan on staying like this?" you ask.

"Kehehe who knows!" he giggles mischievously. You roll your eyes, hoping that he'll be back to his regular size soon, so you can hold him and kiss him properly.

[porkcracker]

KINKTOBER DAY 1 - MICRO/MACRO

Pairing: Jazz/Prowl Continuity: G1

After Jazz gets accidentally shrunken to the size of Prowls servo, the two have some fun with the new size difference between them.

It had been an accident. One visit to the labs to check on the progress of a prototype weapon later and Jazz found himself in a bit of an odd situation. Sure, the gun was shooting, but it hadn’t been supposed to do what it had done. Nevertheless, intended or not, as it was, Jazz found himself a lot smaller than he had been before. To be more precise, Prowl’s servo small. And as it so happened that was exactly where he found himself after being checked over thoroughly by Ratchet to make sure that he was fine beyond suddenly being servo sized. Luckily he was, there had been a note of odd resistance to what would usually inflict injury, but with nothing else needed from the medbay, Jazz had been picked up by his partner and carried away. 

At first, he had thought that Prowl was carrying him to his own office, then to Prowl’s office and when that had not been the case it had become clear where this was going. As such, the Polyhexian was not surprised, when they entered their shared quarters and Prowl seated himself on their berth. Sitting upright, door wings to the berth top and legs stretched straight ahead, Jazz was placed on his lover's lap rather gently, his small frame covering the plates of Prowl’s interfacing array just so, the position of it all not lost to the servo sized mech. Even more so, the idea of interfacing with his lover like this was rather arousing.

It was a shared secret between the two lovers that even their rather small size difference was arousing to both of them, so really with the sudden drastic increase of size difference between the two of them it was not surprising at all that they ended up in the berth. Perhaps Jazz would have expected a bit more hesitation from Prowl, but it seemed that the reserved mech had discarded any hesitation for the cycle. Something, most likely leading back to the medbay trip just behind them that had assured him that he would not be injuring his much smaller lover, if they got intimate in this state. Still, beyond placing Jazz quite tellingly, Prowl did not do anything further, motivating Jazz to tease his lover.

“Come on Prowler, we both knaw that A’m sittin here fer a reason, so why don’t yer stop thinkin bout whatever yer thinkin bout and focus on tha fun we could be havin, hmm?”, visor bright and a big grin on his faceplate, Jazz ground his own small interfacing panel on the big one he was sitting on. It seemed that his words, or perhaps actions, had drawn Prowl out of whatever stupor he had been in as his helm optics visibly snapped to look at the juncture connecting both of their panels. And then, quicker than Jazz could have reacted, he was picked up in a loose fist wrapped around his middle, pinning his arms to his side. Prowl didn’t lift him a lot, only enough to have him hover over his interfacing panel, but it was enough to have Jazz protest with a “Hey!”. Alas, that changed little as a dark smile grew on Prowls faceplate and his optics dimmed as he tutted at his much smaller lover.

“Now, now, you and your hurrying. I’d much rather take my time with you and well, you’re not really in a position to direct our encounter Jazz. So open your panel and don’t overload.”, where his voice had been somewhat teasing, the last part was an order and Jazz swallowed his visor brightening. Opening his interfacing panel, revealed his valve and spike. Just like the rest of his frame, his equipment had shrunken and Prowl had to note that it looked almost adorable, and unbelievably hot. His lover’s spike was just big enough to be pleased by the last segment of his digits and was quickly pressurizing, betraying Jazz eagerness as much as his words had and the pink translucent sheen already beginning to cover his cute little valve.

Lowering Jazz down again, he pushed him a little tighter down than he had been just sitting and began to rub his lover over his panel. Cute little valve smushed down on his panel, he watched as a small wet patch began to grow on his panel, his lover whimpering and twisting in his grip as his valve folds and anterior node were rubbed against the metal without any regards to his own pleasure. “O-oh come on, this ain’t f-fair.”, Jazz complained, but Prowl disregarded the complaint without a comment, simply continuing to grind Jazz into his panel until he felt that his panel had become wet enough to take it to the next step. Lifting Jazz again, there came a hopeful whimper from the Polihexian, alas it wasn’t meant to be. While Prowl indeed opened his own panel, revealing his own valve and his quickly pressurizing spike, he still didn’t impale Jazz on it. 

Once again the smaller mech was lowered, this time however, Prowl rubbed him against his spike, grinding up from time to time to keep the rhythm ever-changing. The longer this continued, the less Jazz focused on the hope of being actually fragged and more and more on holding back his overload. Even without penetration, the feeling of his lover’s spike grinding over his anterior node and valve entrance was arousing, and the visual of a spike almost the size of himself being pleasured by rubbing his frame against it was hot as well. It was when it became harder and harder to keep his overload at bay, that Jazz spoke again, interrupted by his own gasps and keens as he did so.

It took a few attempts before he got the words out, but once he did, Prowl simply hummed before saying “No.” and giving an especially vicious grind upwards and into Jazz valve. The longer his overload was denied, the blurrier the world around him became as the spymaster focused himself on not overloading. It was as such that he missed the way Prowl began to speed up and move out of rhythm as his own overload approached. Only becoming aware of it when it happened. 

Pulling Jazz down once more, this time Prowl aimed his spike towards the entrance of his dazed little lover's valve. Even aroused and wet as it was, the small valve struggled with the size of his spike and Jazz whined and keened at the feeling of the big spike head pressing into his valve entrance without backing off until it finally popped in with an audible pop. However, the pop was overshadowed by the low groan of Prowl as his spike head popped into the tight valve, clamping shut right behind his spike head, and came, as well as Jazz near scream as he overloaded as his valve was stretched open and filled with hot transfluid.

[ahbts]

Kinktober day 2: Rosekiller - Vampire || NSFW || Words: 1827|| Tags: Vampire Barty - Human Evan - blood

The music is loud in Evan’s ear, all around him are people dancing, close together and sweating from every pore. Evan is moving to the sound, his body moving on its own accord with the bass vibrating in his bones. There are hands on his hips, guiding his movements as Evan loses himself in the rhythm. 

He lost James long ago, to some dark-haired stranger in a mesh top and leather skirt who had winked one time and his friend was making excuses to follow the man into the crowd. Evan doesn’t mind. The house is big but there are people everywhere and the combination of drugs and alcohol running through his body are making his head spin in the best way possible. 

When he opens his eyes for a second the world around him is in multicolour, purple, blue, green and red blurring his vision, making it spin and resulting in a manic laugh falling from his mouth. He wants to close his eyes again, lose himself in the euphoria but there is a man in front of him and all of a sudden Evan can’t look away. His eyes are stuck on the most electric blue he has ever seen. All other colours fall away and there is only that blue, as bright as a lightning bolt shooting through the night sky. They are beyond gorgeous. 

The man smiles lovely and lowers his head a bit so his mouth is aligned with Evan’s ear. “You are beyond gorgeous.” 

Oh, he had said that out loud. Evan doesn’t know what is going on but his whole body feels like it’s on fire, a sweat breaking out and the only thing he can think about is how amazing the man smells. a mixture of cologne, sweat and a distinguished scent Evan can’t place.

There are hands on his hips, lips on his neck and the outlining of a hard cock against his own rapid-filling one. There is no way the man isn’t feeling the clear sign of his arousal and Evan’s head is in such a ‘not-caring-about-anything’ mode that he bucks his hips forward, his hands on the man’s arse to pull him even closer. 

“Eager boy,” the man chuckles low and Evan’s head spins from the warmth of his voice. 

“I have no idea who I even am but all I know is that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Evan tells him, leaning back to look at the man again. He has to look. Pale skin, almost luminescent under the lights of the room and when he lowers his eyes to the man’s lips he can see the plumpness in them from the man biting down on the pink cushions. 

“Why thank you,” he says, smiling back and revealing pearl white teeth, his canines a bit more pointy than normal canines. Almost like fangs. Evan looks back up to the man’s eyes and the electric blue is gone, the lightning colour that had intrigued him morphed into something darker. “Want to get out of here, pretty boy?” 

Something in the back of Evan’s mind is screaming at him not to, shake his head and get away from the man, but his body is already moving, following the man out the door and up a staircase. He is walking backwards, but with a grace that Evan has never seen before. How the man is not tripping over his own feet is a mystery to Evan but they reach the landing of the first floor and without looking the man reaches behind him, turning the nob and taking hold of Evan’s shirt to drag him inside. 

“I’m Barty by the way,” he smiles, grinning more likely, before Evan is pushed against the door and Barty is caching him in with his hands. “And I have never wanted someone more than I want you.”    

“Then take me,” Evan answers automatically, his whole body standing behind the words. 

Barty doesn’t wait a second after the verbal encouragement and surges forward to kiss Evan, hard and deep, his tongue licking into his mouth with a fire Evan had never encountered before. He moans when the pointy canines find his lip, first from pleasure but there is pain when Barty bites a bit too hard and he draws blood. 

Evan expects the man to lean back, apologise and take a moment to insect his lip. To his utter surprise, he is pushed up to the door even more forcefully, their crotches sliding together with delicious friction while Barty sucked the blood from his lip. 

Okay, bloodkink is something people have. Evan isn’t going to shame people for their kinks but when Barty lets go and moves his sharp canines over Evan’s pulse point with purpose Evan’s breath hitches and his foggy mind clears considerably. 

“Are you–” he doesn’t even know what he wants to ask but brings his fingers to Barty’s hair to pull the man back from his neck. His intoxicated state clears when he is met with deep crimson eyes. “What are you?” 

The question should have come out in a terrified tremble but Evan recognises the curiosity in his voice and lifts one simple brow when Barty smirks. 

“Hungry.” 

“Not what I asked,” Evan drawls when Barty tries to move into his neck again. He holds his hair and a soft whine comes from the beautiful creature in front of him. Barty probably is strong enough to free himself but he doesn’t, just staring at Evan with the salacious grin.

Evan studies the man, his bloodred eyes, the smooth pale skin, the longed canines. He feels the strain on his hand from the strength of the man and the elegance and speed with which Evan had been ushered into the room. It clicks in his brain and he should be scared, should go running, but everything Evan has ever read about vampires always turned out in either romance or mindblowing sex and both he wouldn’t mind. 

“You’re a vampire, aren’t you?”

“Very good,” Barty’s grin turns into a smile and he leans back a little, creating space between his and Evan’s body. He mourns the loss of the pressure against him and tries to move back in but Barty is moving. Like lightning speed the man –vampire– is across the room and on the bed. He rakes his hand through his shoulder length hair, revealing the streaks of red underneath the black that match the colour of his eyes had a moment ago. They seem to be back to blue now. “But you don’t seem scared?”

He is right. Evan isn’t scared. The rush in his blood is excitement, adrinaline, curiosity. “Never interesting ever happens to me,” he shrugs, sauntering over to the bed in a deliberate slow walk, sinking down and crawling over the man. “Why would I be scared of an interesting creature I thought only to be true in fantasy.” 

It’s a flash, one millisecond and Evan is on his back, Barty pushing him down, grinning his fangs on display. “I could kill you.”

“But you won’t.” 

“Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Because I can’t die without knowing how mind-blowing sex with a vampire can be,” Evan grins, dragging Barty down and working quickly to get his clothes off while he kisses him again, wanting to be eaten whole by the vampire. “Is it as hot as in the movies?” 

Barty grins, moving his teeth to Evan’s neck and nipping at it, making the smallest nick in his skin. “Even more so.”

They kiss and bite and there are nails and bruising hands everywhere. Evan is panting quickly, his cock weeping against his skin when Barty moves down and looks up from between his legs. “I need to know your name to moan it, darling,” the man whispers before licking up Evan’s cock. 

“E-Evan,” he stuttered in a gasp. 

“Evan,” Barty whispers, the name sounding like velvet from his mouth. “Evan, if I tell you I want to suck you dry in all ways possible what would you say?”

“Yes, please,” Evan groans, bucking his hips up to meet Barty’s grinning mouth, the fangs gracing his cock, making it jump in anticipation. 

“Excellent,” Barty grins, winking his teeth into Evan’s thigh and sucking hard. Evan’s head spins from the lack of blood and something intoxicating that might be coming from Barty but he is not sure. He just wants to touch himself and at the same time please Barty. 

A hand finds his cock and starts working it while the sucking on his thigh continues. He moans loudly and begs for more as Barty moves his mouth to the other leg. “Barty, please, I want you, want to feel you.” 

He looks down, finding the deep red eyes staring up at him, blood around his lips and Evan had never before seen something so beautiful. There is a wind and a flash, Barty is gone and back again in two seconds, lube in hand. 

“Open wide for me, puppet,” Barty drawls and Evan’s legs fall open to give access to the man to slide two of his fingers into him. He is opened up quickly and when Barty comes up to hang over him Evan throws his head back exposing his neck for the vampire to latch onto his artery. “Oh, look at you,” he drawls, kissing Evan before he moves back down his neck, “so eager for me, so good. You taste so good, I hope I can stop when I have to.” 

There is a kiss against Evan’s neck, his heart is thundering when he feels Barty pushing into him. “Forgive me if I can’t, Evan,” he whispers against Evan’s neck before his teeth sink in and the sharp pain of punctuating skin shoots through Evan. It’s glorious. 

They move together, Barty sucking his neck dry while he works hard to pump him full. Loud moans fill the room and Evan is floating, his head feels light and his eyes roll back more with every thrust. Barty is so strong and Evan is holding onto his hair, shoulders, and hips, for his life, literally. 

“Barty, fuck, please, I–” he stutters, moaning uncontrollably when he feels his consciousness slipping away. Barty picks up his pace even more, powerfully thrusting into Evan to chase his climax. He hits the right spot inside Evan over and over and when the thrusts get sloppier a hand reaches between them, wrapping around Evan and undoing him completely.

He comes with a soft whimper, unable to produce more sound than that. He feels Barty letting go of his neck faintly but the world is a fuzz and he knows he is going to pass out. There is a cloth against his skin and another voice floating into the room.

“Jesus Barty, did you kill him?”

The last thing Evan thinks before he blacks out is; that if he is dying he would die a very happy man.

[gaybroons]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Men's Hockey RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zdeno Chara/Brad Marchand Characters: Brad Marchand, Zdeno Chara Additional Tags: Kinktober, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shameless Smut, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Size Difference, Size Kink, marchy seems reluctant multiple times but he’s completely into it I promise, set back when Zee was still captain, Praise Kink, Macro/Micro Series: Part 1 of kinktober 2023 Summary:

“It’s not going to fit.” He gasps, he’s going out of his mind.

“I’m sure you can take it,” he hears the smile in Zee’s words, the easy confidence, the complete belief in him.

He can’t let him down. He can’t.

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written for kinktober day 1: Macro/Micro

[2kiran]

“I’M IN LOVE WHEN WE ARE SMOKING THAT”

PAIRING: Logan Howlett x Reader Reader is a male. Bottom Logan. KINKTOBER CW: SMUT, shotgunning, lazy sex, saliva as lube, anal fingering, dirty talk

Logan begins to mouth at the skin of your jaw, leaving hot, lingering kisses in his wake. There’s no rush to it—simply the fundamental need clawing at his brain to feel you. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, and your hands grasp his hips to remain still. You grunt contentedly as his teeth ghost over your quickened pulse, your breath catching in your throat.

“Want you.” He murmurs, his thighs on either side of your hips.

“Yeah? You wanna take your clothes off?” You lower your voice enough for it to come out as a whisper, your hands smoothing over the material of his jeans before they grip his waistband.

He nods his head, humming a little ‘mhm’ before raising himself further up. You pull them down—including his underwear—and Logan shimmies out of them before straddling your lap again. He’s alluring above you like this; his cock half-hard, his eyes holding a gaze that’s a note too intense, and his lips slightly agape when he releases a sigh of relief.

One hand of yours snakes along his body, skimming past every detail and scar, until you reach his bottom lip. Without you even getting out a command, Logan slips in a digit into his awaiting mouth. He groans at the taste, his senses intensifying his cognizance of your natural scent, and fuck, the blood from his brain goes straight down to his core. His slick tongue draws your finger further inside, the muscle swirling to smear his saliva around it. His eyes flicker to yours, arrogance glinting within them as he pulls himself back.

Logan takes hold of your wrist, bringing your hand to his hole. As you ease in a finger, he tips his weight on his knees to reach for a cigar. He lights it up, the corners of his mouth downturning when he feels you pause, waiting patiently for him to finish with it. “Didn’t say you had to stop for me.” He grumbles, irritation igniting in his chest.

“You might’ve hurt yourself if I had you take it.” You push it in further, rolling it forward and backward to punctuate your mock-of-a-scolding.

He scoffs, the sound slightly alternated by the whimper trapped in the back of his throat. “I’m not fragile. I can take you.” He presses his ass back as if to prove his point, gasping when the digit slips in all too easily. His walls clench, the intrusion sudden enough to make him throb.

“Fuck...” he swallows, taking deep breaths before impatience settles. To minimize his uncontrollable whines, he hangs the cigar between his lips. Mumbling, “Stop wasting time. Wanna feel your cock.”

An amused huff escapes your nose, but you still comply. You thrust your finger inside of his entrance in and out, in and out—feeling him beginning to relax around you. You add in another, watching his face twitch with micro-expressions of pleasure. Stretching him open so slowly, he almost chokes on the smoke.

When you pull out, believing he’s prepared enough, he’s already inching towards a climax. Logan whimpers in frustration at the loss, puffing a dirtied cloud towards your face to retaliate. You ignore his protests anyway, rushing to sling your belt out of the hoops and to finally unzip your pants.

He’s too horny to realize that you don’t take it off completely. The gears of his brain only clink back together when he registers your leaky tip slowly breaching his hole. Little tremors pass through his thighs, the burn shifting into a pang of want.

“Atta-fuckin’-boy,” Logan groans out, sinking himself down your length, and spreading his legs wider, “always so hard for me.” This time, his words were teasing, careless in their lust-filled nature as he grinds down on your cock. In response, you take the stick from him, greedily inhaling a long drag.

He doesn’t immediately react, but when he does, you feel it. The sight of you smoking his cigar revives an innate possessiveness he had forgotten. Makes him squeeze around your dick like he wanted you to cum inside of him so soon.

Your palm finds security on his nape, pulling him closer to you. Tugging the stick away from your mouth, you pry his lips open with your thumb. You breathe the smog into his mouth, holding him in place and making him endure the sensation of you being merely inches away and the familiar caress of the fume. Logan’s eyes widen, his hips rocking involuntarily. Heat pools in his belly, his cock twitching from it all and he’s suddenly high off of it.

Once you’re done, he swears he’s dizzy with the need of you fucking him until he’s senseless. Logan quickly leans in, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss. The smog passes in between his teeth, and he aches to do it again.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

TANGERINE day 6 (11, oct) — mirror sex

18+ fem!reader, 311 words. mdni!!

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ⋆ ˚｡𖦹.

A full-length mirror is propped conveniently in eyeline against the wall, just in view from your position on the bed. The same mirror that Tangerine dismissed with your prior questioning, brushing off your repetitive asks with a simple, “it looks better here.”

Now, you’re realising what he meant by, “it looks better here.” You could literally see what he meant. 

He’s rutting into you from behind, two large hands grabbing fistfuls of your ass — each one clasped over each cheek. The grip of his hold pulling you back to match his thrusts, the slight force making the backs of your thighs slap against his as your chest melts further into the mattress. Arms spread out in front, your chin resting atop in a sphinx-like pose.

“Right dirty girl, you are,” he speaks to you in the mirror, his eyes locking on yours in the reflection.

He halts with his strokes as he readjusts his positioning, moving a bent leg to your side, foot resting flat on the bed to hit into you just that bit deeper. And with that, he continues his fucking, strokes full and near relentless, the wet smacking of his balls hitting your clit from behind.

One of his hands moves to your waist, his grip hot and tight to maintain stability, his other raising to his face, pushing the fallen, sweaty curls from his view.

You keep your gaze on him in the reflection, heavy, blissed eyes raking over him — watching the subtle flexing in his abs, the bulging in his upper arms, his lusty, wandering eyes always seeming to be focused on some part of you. And when your eyes finally stop their ogling, you see him staring at what seems to be your face, waiting patiently to meet your gaze. His eyes transfixed on the micro expressions on your face. Every little one being appreciated.

⎯ ☆ ⎯

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day fifteen

tfa optimus prime x reader,

tws/content- kissing, no penetraition, handjobs, sleepy sex, somnophilia (?)

Optimus can’t feel anything but your touch and the throbbing beneath his panels. You’re holding him. But not ‘holding’ where just your arms are wrapped around his neck cables, no. ‘Holding’ him to the point where his stabilizers are barely touching the berth because you’re holding him.

Your vents push warm air onto the top of his helm, your servos are warm against his chassis. Your arms are lovingly draped around his frame. Your thighs are around his waist. One just below his panels, one behind both of his knee struts. Optimus hasn’t tried harder in his life than now to keep his loud aft cooling fans quiet.

If he wakes you up from your stasis, he’ll be mad at himself. Especially because you look so… at peace, with a barely noticeable smile on your faceplates. And the prime is happy to be there with you, it’s just that his plating feels like it’s warmer than a sun. He’s worried that you’re going to be waken up from him being too warm.

In the depths of your stasis, you can feel his spark beat and temperature rise. It makes you stir, moving your arms tighter around Optimus. His optics grow wide.

“Y/n?” his voice is quiet, to not wake you if you aren’t already. You move in your sleep again, pressing your faceplates into the side of his helm. You’re so close to kissing him, if he could just… turn his helm to face yours- “Mmph?” you moved closer again, his optics widen. Your dermas are kind of almost half on his, in a sort of kiss. You don’t seem to notice, still pushing warm air onto him. He mentally sighs, not wanting to surprise you with a warm puff of air. He'd want to back away from you but... He just can't find the strength to. Optimus smiles, trying to find your servo behind his back to hold it. You blearily open your optics, taking the servo he was searching for and rubbing your optics.

“Hmp- oh. What time is it, baby?” you say quietly, letting him go and turning on your side to stretch.

“It’s too late.” Optimus yawns, "Or early, depending on how you look at it."

“You’re warm.” you huff tiredly, running a servo across his back strut. “Wanted to do anything?”

“Huh?”

“Want me to help you out?” You run a servo down his frame from his chassis to his hips. He blushes, going quiet and feeling his array throb with want once again.

"Yeah..." he admits bashfully, turning away and hiding his faceplates from you. You coo, tugging him closer like a pillow.

"You're so warm... Did you really get this worked up by yourself?" you tease, pushing him to lay on his back strut and running your servos down his frame, tracing around his interface panels.

"Mmhm." you chuckle quietly at his response, smiling when he lets both of his panels open. You gently take his spike, rubbing the tip of your digit up the underside of his spike, making him whimper. You tease at the slit of his spike, making him gasp and bite his lip, tilting his faceplates into your neck cables.

"So warm..."

[consciouscarrot]

day 17 - praise [s.harrington]

steve harrington x fem!reader

content warnings; straight into p in v, no mentions of any prep (but we all know steve’s always gonna be at least eating you out first), cumming inside

notes; so so sweet, just lots of him loving on you

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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missionary had become his favourite position the first time he did it with you. he was obsessed with being able to see your every reaction, every little micro expression as you gasped and shook beneath him. he loved that you could just lay there for him, never wanting you to unnecessarily exert yourself. for him, there was nothing better than pressing his body as close to yours as possible, limbs entwined together.

he’d had you on your back, legs slung over his arms, hair a tangled mess on his pillows, face scrunched up in delicious pleasure, all kiss-bitten lips and rosy cheeks.

he nearly came when you opened your eyes slowly, before fluttering your lashes up at him, doe eyed and beautiful.

“doing so good for me, baby,” his voice honeyed, unable to hold back his love as he spoke.

you preen under him, face flushing further at his words, trying to hide yourself in his neck. he gently pried you from him, kissing down the bridge of your nose before pressing one to your lips.

“yeah? you like that? like being told you’re my good girl?”

you nodded bashfully, gently chewing on your lip before pouting, desperate for more kisses. he quickly obliged, always doing everything he could to make his pretty girl happy, and you were quite happy to let him fawn over you.

“i love you, stevie,”

“i love you too, so much, sweetheart,”

his hips rolled into yours, giving you his hand when you grasped at the sheets, needing something to hold onto as your high steadily built up. his moans mixed with yours, both of you trusting enough to let out every sound you desired.

eyes locking, you watched eachother in your most vulnerable states, your eyes threatened to roll back at the sight of him, so overwhelmed, but wanting nothing more than to watch him come inside you, to watch his mouth gape and gaspy moans to tumble out.

he felt your walls tighten around him, legs shaking as you started to peak, head tipping back against the pillow.

“there you go, baby, cum for me, that’s it,”

you gushed around him, bliss washing over you in waves, half conscious of him talking you through it, saccharine words of love, constant praises as he watched you fall apart under his touch, before finally allowing himself to go over the edge too, pearly cum spurting inside you with a long moan.

he slowly pulled out, heavy cock twitching when his spend began to spill out of your still pulsing cunt, dripping down your ass as you whined at the empty feeling. shushing you softly, he carefully removed your legs from over his arms before flopping down next to you.

with a lot of steve’s help, you turned onto your side, clinging to his body. he wrapped himself around you, tucking your head into his damp neck, his bare skin glued to yours. his fingers trailed over you, lids threatening to close at your sleepy noises, slowly drifting in the serenity of it all.

his nose nuzzled against yours, before giving you a long, sweet kiss, pressing his forehead to yours, his hands cradling your face, letting you succumb to sleep.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024: 𝙐𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙

Pairing: Choi Jongho x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6 K

Tags include: Asexual!Jongho, 'first time', reader loses virginity but not in the way you expect, kissing, praise, service dom Jongho, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), spooning, nipple play, aftercare, use of toys, so sweet and fluffy it's cavity-inducing

Giving was Jongho's love language.

He loved to give, flowers, cuddles, jewellery, never-ending orgasms, nothing was ever too much.

Recently, you decided to let him give you your first sexual experience.

And it was never anything you'd expected or imagined before.

Placiosexual: A micro-label on the asexual spectrum defined as someone who enjoys performing sexual acts for other individuals but does not want them to be reciprocated.

WELCOME TO KINKTOBER 2024!!!

Lingering eyes trailed your body as Jongho's hands traced over your bare skin, his fingers like soft petals as he worshipped your body, your beauty and who you meant to him.

'You are so beautiful my dear, so beautiful I can't describe it or put into words'

Jongho's eyes were filled with endearment as he gazed upon your bare body, his gaze attentive and sincere as his hands trailed up the planes of your thighs.

'You can't just say things like to me, I'll blush and get all giggly and I'm trying to remain calm here'

The light-hearted quip was on purpose, trying to match his level of calm but you were failing immensely whilst his flushed chest and slightly glazed eyes were the only sign this moment had any impact on him.

'But I like it when you blush and get all giggly'

Jongho's soft words were spoken as he leaned down and placed kisses along your hip bone and pubic mound, his strong hands anchoring your thighs to the mattress.

'I can't help it, it makes me feel good knowing I'm the one who makes all those little giggles come out of you'

His nose nuzzles against your pubic hair and your skin prickles and breath quickens in the anticipation of what's to come.

You felt his tongue lick over your labia and your eyes fluttered close at the feeling, a gasp of surprise leaving your throat.

'And it makes me feel good knowing I can control these noises you make as well'

A kiss was pressed to your clit before he slid the tip of his tongue in your entrance, gathering your wetness before using it to help slide his tongue up to your clit and flicking the underside before sucking it into his mouth, the softness of his moans only enhancing the pleasure of it.

Jongho ate you out at a slow and leisurely pace, as if there wasn't a finishing line or a means to an end.

Which in his case, there wasn't.

And your mind wandered and eyes fluttered shut as he pleasured you, your hands wandering to your breasts and cupping them, feeling how sensitive your nipples still were from the attention Jongho paid to them earlier.

There never was anything to return with the love Jongho gave you, it just wasn't needed and there were times where the concept was still difficult to understand.

How can he give so much and never expect to receive it back?

'You taste so good my dear, like the sweetest honey' Jongho remarked, giving one final suck to your clit before pulling away.

Your eyes opened to the sound of the lubricant cap opening, his gaze laced with concentration as he drizzled some of the warming liquid onto his fingers.

'I want to stretch you with my fingers before you take me, is that okay?'

You nodded and a quick 'yeah' was your response as your body flinched when his fingers touched your entrance, your body wound tight with the need to release.

'You're doing so well, want to make you feel as comfortable as possible, want you to cum for me'.

The sensation of his tongue back on your clit caused you to whine under Jongho's touch, his tongue rolling circles around the edge as he inserted one finger, pulsing it against your g-spot for awhile before inserting another.

Jongho wasn't the most vocal man whilst pleasuring you, he was too focused on giving you the orgasm he yearned for you to have and the silence gave you leverage.

You could just watch and gaze down at the beauty of the man who was worshipping you between your legs.

How the muscles in his chest flexed with each exertion of his arm, the veins pulsing in his forearm with each curl of his fingers, his skin glowy with a slight sheen of sweat and his dark hair fringing his lashes as he ate you out with his glossy, spit-stained lips.

He was a dream, he was your living dream.

It was all too much and the warning of your impending release was strangled mid-way, finishing your orgasm against Jongho's face and with a loud moan.

You felt his fingers pull out of you and his lips trailing kisses up your body, eagerly reaching out to Jongho as you opened your eyes and pulled him to you, feeling his briefs scratch against your sensitive skin- noticing how he wasn't aroused or hard at all.

'You sounded so sweet my dear' Jongho praised you breathlessly between kisses as he hovered over you, his hand rubbing your side.

'it's like music, I assume it was good for you then?'

'You know it's always good' You teased in between kisses, running your fingers in his hair and tasting yourself on his tongue.

'Seriously though, I'm ready' You pulled away to look at him, cupping your face with his hands and giving Jongho your sincerest gaze.

'I want to do this with you, I can't imagine having my first time with anyone else'

You could see the shift in Jongho's persona as his face turned serious and his eyes became misty, his bottom lip pouting slightly before clearing it.

He nuzzled his face against your right palm, supporting it with his other hand as he kissed your palm.

'It's an honour my dear, I'm going to make sure you feel nothing but the sheer love and happiness I have for you'.

A final kiss was pressed to your nose, then to your forehead before Jongho passed you the water bottle that was on the bedside stand, unscrewing the cap and leaving it before giving it to you.

'Sip some of this and relax while I get ready, you've got to keep yourself hydrated'

You nodded and gazed at the wall in front of you, taking the smallest tips of water as you attempted to ground yourself and prepare whilst hearing Jongho rummage through the bedside drawer.

Noticing Jongho's lack of arousal brought you back to earth in understanding how unconventional your first time was going to be, how you weren't going to be losing your virginity to a 'real' penis per say.

You see, Jongho was never a man who desired for a sexual connection, those carnal desires removed from his thoughts and body entirely.

He loved pleasuring you, kissing you, holding you, tasting you and praising you because that's HIS way of showing you how he cared for you, how he adored you.

And knowing that he was responsible for how happy and satisfied you are is enough for him to walk with you to the moon and back.

But it meant he just never got an erection or 'turned on' no matter what the situation was and so you had to negotiate how to pursue losing your virginity to other means.

Which led to the freshly cleaned and sanitised flesh-coloured dildo that Jongho was holding right now.

You remember the conversation with Jongho as you looked absent-mindedly at it, it was slightly below average length with a vein carved on the side.

It was simple but perfect for this start of your journey, the beginning of your sexual 'debut' so to say.

'Can you turn over for me?'

Jongho spoke as he gently positioned you into a half- shifted spooning position, your back pressed against his chest but your pelvis was still mostly on the bed.

'I don't want you to look down there as I take you okay? I want you to keep your eyes on me, I want to watch every single expression on your face as I look after you'

You murmured out something affirmative as Jongho cupped your face and kissed you gently with his free hand.

It was easy to understand why he mentioned that from the way he chose for you to be in a spooning position, rather than missionary or the way he had hid the towel behind him that had the dildo, clitoral vibrator and warming lubricant all ready to go.

He wanted to divulge in the fantasy of it being as realistic as possible for you, for you to not see the 'mechanics' of it but just focus on the feeling and experience itself.

And there was nothing wrong with that, sure this wasn't the most 'conventional' way to experience your first time but it was even better.

Because it meant your first time wasn't about 'losing' anything, it's about gaining trust, intimacy, pleasure, empowerment and so much more.

And you couldn't trust anyone more than Jongho to share with and gain all these feelings and experiences.

'I'm ready Jongho, I want this, I REALLY want this'

Jongho sighed in relief and you could feel his body becoming more relaxed, it felt like he was nervous just as much as you were.

'I want this too my dear, more than anything I've ever dreamed off in my whole life'.

He hitched your elevated leg up and crooked your knee so it was angled towards your waist,

'Hold it'

You held onto your thigh and kept your leg spread open as Jongho reached behind him, his pelvis angled behind yours and his supporting arm nestled under your breasts as he cradled you to him.

He handed you the clitoral vibrator and that's when you realised that you really were about to embrace this new experience and it made you nervous in anticipation as it caused your breath to stagger.

'Hey' Jongho spoke soothingly into your hair, placing a kiss against your temple.

'It's just me okay? It's just us. You don't have to be afraid, we'll just take this as slow as possible and if you want to stop, we'll stop okay? I'll take care of you'

'I know you will Jongho' You smiled in reassurance, pressing a light kiss on his chest for affirmation 'You always do'

He politely grabbed your hand with the vibrator in it and trailed it down to your clit, resting it against your mound.

'Turn it on and keep it at the lowest setting, it'll help with the stretch'

A soft gasp filled the air as the vibrator moved on your clit, your body already sensitive and pleasure building in your core.

'That's what I like to see' Jongho whispered before kissing you again with fever, 'I'm going to put it in now okay?'

You hummed 'okay' in between kisses, stopping mid-breath as you gasped at the intrusion 'Ohmygaww-'

Jongho paused, his forehead resting gently against yours, his breath steady as he whispered words of reassurance. "You're doing so well, baby," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and care. "Just relax... let me take care of you."

You felt yourself melting into his embrace, trusting him with every inch of your body and soul. The initial shock of the stretch slowly gave way to a warm, intense pleasure. Jongho’s arm remained strong around you, his presence anchoring you through every moment.

“Breathe with me,” he instructed softly, his lips brushing against your ear. His free hand moved gently, never rushing, always making sure you were comfortable.

You followed his lead, focusing on his steady rhythm. Every small movement brought a new wave of sensation, but his tender kisses and whispered praises made it easier to relax, to give in to the trust and intimacy you shared.

After a few minutes or so, Jongho would tell you to increase the vibrator by one setting and the medium level buzz on your clit was hurling you to your orgasm more quickly.

“Look at you,” he muttered against your skin, “you’re perfect like this. I can’t believe how lucky I am.” His words held a mixture of love, admiration, and deep, almost reverent desire. You could feel the passion he had for you in the way he held you, cherished you.

After what felt like a blissful eternity, Jongho finally slowed his movements, sensing the height of your pleasure building to its peak. He guided you through the moment, grounding you as your body trembled against his.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, kissing your forehead softly. “Just let go.”

And with that, you did. Your release came in a wave, shaking through you as he held you close, cradling you through every breathless moment. Jongho stayed there, pressing his lips to your temple, murmuring sweet nothings as the intensity faded.

As the tremors of pleasure subsided, he gently withdrew, carefully easing you back down to earth. Jongho was immediately by your side, pulling you into his chest, wrapping you in the warmth of his arms.

“How do you feel?” he asked, his voice tender and soft. His fingers brushed through your hair, his touch grounding and soothing.

You sighed contentedly, nestling into his embrace. “Amazing,” you whispered. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better.”

Jongho smiled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You were incredible. I’m so proud of you.”

The two of you lay there in comfortable silence for a while, the weight of the moment still lingering between you. Jongho didn’t rush to move or break the intimacy; instead, he held you closer, his hand drawing slow circles on your back.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he finally said, his voice filled with emotion. “You mean everything to me.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude. “I trust you more than anyone, Jongho. I wouldn’t have wanted this with anyone else.”

He smiled down at you, his eyes soft with affection. “And I’ll always be here to take care of you—no matter what.”

With those final words, you curled up against him, feeling safe and cherished, the intimacy between you now stronger than ever. As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that this wasn’t just about the physical connection; it was about the love, trust, and unbreakable bond you had built together.

The soft rhythm of Jongho’s breathing lulled you into a peaceful sleep, knowing that in his arms, you had found not just passion, but home.

Note: I am not placiosexual (I'm demi so I'm technically part of the ace community but on the cusp) so I reached out to some ace moots for some advice and thank you to @darkmentalitystarfish-blog @islayhawkin for answering my questions and giving me all the notes! I hope I represented the community well and did y'all proud.

This fic is part of my lil side quest on here to help cater my fics to the asexual community who are truly underrepresented in the fanfic world.

I don't know or assume Jongho is on the spectrum but I'm just using him because he fits the ace concept so well.

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[l0vergirlsw0rld]

L0VERGIRLSW0RLD X KINKTOBER LIST

macro/micro

roleplay

hatesex

teratophilia

collaring

frotting

virginity

breeding

stripping

praisekink

humiliation

somnophilia

size difference

orgasm denial

shotgunning

public

threesome

spanking

voyeurism

mind control

panties & lingerie

bondage

facesitting

sex toys

edge play

masturbation

double penetration

daddy &/or mommy

breathplay

free use

gangbang

it’s very possible some of these change.

x LG

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Micro/Macro

hey guys lol while i was posting my big bang on tumblr i was also posting kinktober on ao3 so yall are getting the first few chapters like a month late but shhhhh

Dukexiety (Remus x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day One: Micro/Macro Warnings: micro/macro, overstimulation, humping

Virgil is rather carelessly dropped onto a pillow, and though he contemplates wrapping his nude body up in the pillowcase, a couple unidentifiable stains quickly dissuade him from doing so. 

Not that it'd be very worthwhile anyway, considering Remus was very quickly stripping himself of his own clothes, meaning Virgil would just hide his body only to be unceremoniously grabbed and exposed once more, though this time it'd be for Remus's pleasure. 

So, Virgil instead sits on his knees, arms between his thighs as he watches Remus strip with a flushed expression. 

To some extent he's embarrassed of himself for agreeing to let Remus use him whenever he desired. It was just a random thing he'd consented to, but it has very quickly changed the direction of his day-to-day life. Each week was filled with at least two solid rounds of sex, and a lot more teasing and experimentation. 

This was an example of the latter. 

Virgil has never been shrunk before, but finds himself excited at the prospect. Though, he is admittedly worried about being squashed under Remus's body in one way or another. 

As Remus quickly gets his boxers off, though, Virgil watches as he wastes no time throwing himself onto the bed, and nearly flinging Virgil into the ceiling in the process. 

Virgil has to grip tight to the pillow to keep from being jostled as Remus gets himself comfortable, and then turns the pillow so that it's vertical in front of him. Virgil's left dizzy by the sudden movement, but a rough finger is being pressed against his chest and pushing him down onto his back before he can catch his bearings. 

He gasps as he hits the pillow, forced to stare up at Remus's grinning form. 

"So helpless," Remus purrs, all too delighted by this notion. He has his other hand wrapped around his cock, and is stroking it sloppily. "I could crush you with a simple flick if I wanted to." 

"Please don't," Virgil meekly says, though he's unsure if Remus can even hear him. 

A response reaffirms him though, as Remus shrugs. "I won't. Not right now, anyway. Smothering you seems much more fun!" 

He leans over the pillow, cock dragging across the fabric and leaving a trail of precome where it travels, leading right up to Virgil's small body, which is trapped right under the slit. There's no weight yet, as Remus focuses on properly straddling the pillow, but it leaves Virgil's body hot in anticipation. 

Remus's head hangs down, messy hair falling towards the bed, as Virgil looks behind him. They make eye contact, and Remus grins. 

"You look irresistible," he comments, before carelessly relaxing his body and falling fully against the pillow. His waist and chest are pressed against it, and he wastes no time wrapping his arms tightly around the object in order to squeeze it harder against him. 

Virgil is immediately crushed by Remus's hard cock, pushed tightly against his tiny body, trapping him to the pillow he's resting against. It's not painful; thankfully the soft backboard serves to allow him to sink a little into the fluff, but it means he's a lot more constrained. Moving at all is difficult, and he loves it. 

He moans, though he's sure Remus can't hear him this time, as Remus desperately tries to hold himself back.

Virgil knows Remus is waiting for him to start moving to signify he's okay. That he's excited, even! And Virgil has the insatiable urge to do just that, it's just a bit of a struggle. 

He wiggles a little bit, attempting to unpin his arms. Once he does, he's quick to wrap them around Remus's shaft, flushing dark when his arms barely get around half of it. His legs reach up to straddle the base of the cock, pushing his own small shaft against Remus's and grinding slightly against it, moaning immediately at the miniscule amount of friction. 

But his slight grinding is enough to notify Remus of his wellbeing, which Remus wants to immediately ruin. In the best way, of course. 

Rough as ever, Remus starts his own grinding, forcefully rubbing his cock against the pillow beneath him and groaning as he feels Virgil's small body being ground beneath him. 

He knows he's already leaking precome, but that only spurs on his grinding, excited to give his tiny a nice thick layer of glaze.

Remus's cock fucks hard against Virgil's, torturing him with intense pleasure as his body is forced up and down and deeper against the pillow. 

Precome smears into his hair, over his face, across his body. A fair amount of it gushes into his mouth, leaving him choking and coughing as he swallows as much as he can. It's bitter and salty, but he can hardly focus on his disgust when his pleasure is much more prevalent. 

His body is hot and jolting with constant pleasure due to the friction against his cock and nipples, making him whine and cry out constantly, though he knows they won't be stopping until Remus decides he's done. 

Muffled groans and dramatic moans reach his ears, though much of what he hears is the wet slapping of Remus's cock against his body and the clap of his balls from how fast he's humping. 

Remus's only motivation comes from chasing his orgasm, and Virgil is just a means to help him achieve that. He doesn't care whether Virgil comes or not, or even if he can move! He only cares about how good that small squirming feels! 

Though, eventually his curiosity begins to eat at him and he decides he has to see Virgil. 

He pulls up, sitting back on his calves, and is confused at first as he sees nothing more but a slick, damp stain on his pillow case, with no tiny man in sight. He scratches his head, before he feels something slide against his cock, and then Virgil's falling from it, and back onto the pillows below, sticky with come. 

His own semen isn't noticeable at all among the translucent goop he's soaked in, making him look damp and lubed. 

Remus can't help but grin cheerily at the sight, watching the way Virgil's small body twitches and moves ever so slightly, but otherwise stays spread out. 

Remus's hand moves slow over his shaft as he gets off to just staring at Virgil, before using the tip of his finger he's pulling it up and back, only to suddenly let go and watch as his fock smacks against Virgil's body with a wet squelching sound and a barely audible cry. 

He drags the tip of his cock over Virgil's body, stroking his shaft in a way that almost makes it look as though he's squeezing precome out of it, before he lifts his cock up again. 

Virgil's hardly given a respite before it's dropped back onto him and the process repeats, with pre being spilled over his body, coating him in a thick layer, and making him cough as he tries fruitlessly to wipe his face, only for it to quickly be recoated. 

When Remus pulls his cock back up again, Virgil is a bit more ready for him to drop it down again, but he isn't prepared to once more stick to the side. 

This time Remus doesn't let him drop down however, and grabs Virgil with his fingers before he can do so. 

He's then cupped in the palm of Remus's hand, and rather tightly forced up against Remus's cock, trapped by the hand squeezing him against the shaft from behind. 

It's suffocating as he's stuck against the sticky surface, overwhelmed by the smell of sweat and the bitter taste of come that's essentially tainted his tongue. Yet, he lets it roll out of his mouth and drag along the side of Remus's cock as Remus begins pumping him up and down, using Virgil's small body to continue stimulating himself. 

Virgil's cock drags along Remus's cock as well, and he squirms as a result, even though he knows he can't escape. It's so intense and overstimulating, and he already feels himself nearing another orgasm from the minimal amount of friction. 

He cries out pathetically, whimpering at the assault on his body, but his cries go unheard, and he loves it. 

He's moved up and down so violently he swears it'll give him vertigo, until he's stalled at the top. Virgil attempts to look over at Remus to gauge what he's thinking, but Remus's thumb is pressing down on the back of his head, burying Virgil's head in the slit. 

He hears Remus grunt, and then moan, and Virgil barely has time to shut his eyes before he's drowned in a flood of Remus's come. 

He's left gagging and spluttering, drinking down what he can to keep from fully choking on the semen. He swallows down so much that he feels his stomach ache, and he momentarily thinks it might just never end, until finally Remus lets go of him and once again Virgil falls back onto the pillow beneath him, although this time it's not significantly wetter. 

He coughs, laying limp as he tries to catch his breath. But Remus isn't done with him. 

Carefully, Remus brings a finger back down to Virgil, and very softly drags it over Virgil's straining cock, rubbing him to a quick and messy orgasm that Virgil only has a few seconds to prepare for, before he finally pulls away, leaning back on his knees as he stares at the ruined tiny beneath him. 

Virgil's panting is nearly as loud as Remus's, but it makes Remus muse at just how exhausted Virgil is. 

"Have fun?" Remus teases, which has Virgil whining as he curls up into the fetal position, trembling with sensitivity.

"Fuck off," is Virgil's only response, but he leans against Remus's soft palm as Remus gently scoops him up, letting himself be tended for in Remus's own weird way. 

[jeguluskinktoberr]

WELCOME TO THE JEGULUS KINKTOBER 2024!

This is the official calendar with the prompts for each day, starting from October 1st. You are free to join with fics, art, threads, micro-fics, socmed aus or anything you can think of!

Each day has one or more alternatives, to give everyone a choice. You can choose just one prompt or every single one, put them together, join just for a day or for the whole month. Use the hashtag #jeguluskinktober or tag us here/on Twitter and we will repost everything.

The only requirement is that everyone joining has to be 18 or older. No minors! The characters must be consensual adults; you can genderbend, make them sapphic, and use all the headcanons you prefer, but keep the daily prompt in mind.

This is the link for the ao3 collection that will be in the infos of our accounts too

Here are the various prompts in list form, to make things easier. We’re really excited to see what you think and what you all will make!

Thank you for reading! We are available for any questions or concerns, please contact us, our ask is always open.

Happy jegulus kinktober!

[jaemmphilia]

☾ the epic masterlist ☽

୧(•̀ᗝ•́)૭ stray kids

★ strawberry sunday (bang chan) ★ all i do is think of you (bang chan) (part 2 of strawberry sunday) ★ ride (bang chan) ★ get it right (bang chan) ★ let the groove get in (changbin) ★ the finer things (hyunjin & felix) ★ i wanna be yours (bang chan) ★ plumber chan (bang chan) ★ hard times (bang chan) (part 2 of i wanna be yours) ★ mixtape: the black diamonds series (han) ★ paint me naked series (changbin) (discontinued) ★ service top i.n. ★ true colors (bang chan) ★ felix angst and comfort ★ chan x idol reader nsfw ★ 2:40 pm (felix) ★ thinking about us (lee know) ★ kinktober 2023: hate sex (seungmin) ★ anyone but you (bang chan)

(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ exo

★ lavender lust (chanyeol) ★ live every moment (suho) ★ cream soda (suho) ★ kinktober 2023: sweat (sehun) ★ batshit crazy (d.o.) ★ violent night (chen) ★ xiumin drabble

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ all nct units

★ jeno drabble 1 ★ chenle drabble 1 ★ streamer jisung ★ mark drabble ★ chenle drabble 2 ★ jaemin x stylist reader ★ chenle drabble 3 ★ jeno drabble 2 ★ jaune in june (jungwoo) ★ kinktober 2023: roleplay (mark) ★ kinktober 2023: rimming (haechan) ★ kinktober 2023: frottage (johnny) ★ ocean eyes and foamy water (jaemin) ★ kinktober 2023: breeding (renjun) ★ hush hush (jeno) ★ dad jeno drabble

(˵¯͒〰¯͒˵) enhypen

★ sunoo drabble ★ jay drabble 1 ★ jay drabble 2 ★ little forbidden secret (sunoo) ★ kinktober 2023: virginity (heeseung)

ʘ‿ʘ wonho

★ paint the town red ★ baby be mine ★ kinktober 2023: micro/macro

(◐ω◑ ) riize

★ sungchan edit drabble ★ heart stop (sungchan) (collab with luvkyu ★ painful truth (wonbin)

(⌐■_■) 8turn

★ goodbye love (jaeyun moon)

[quefish77]

Ineffable Kinktober 2024!

The Ineffable Kinktober list is here!

Don't forget, this isn't a challenge, do as many or as few as you are inspired to!

Art, fic, interpretive dance, sculpture, pipe-cleaners if so inclined ...

Post here! https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Ineffable_Kinktober_2024/profile

Graphic text: (I'm not changing the twitter bird icon, screw that BS!)

1. Wings 2. Virginity 3. Authority 4. True form/Eldritch 5. Piercings/Tattoos 6. Spanking 7. Role Play 8. Halos 9. Micro/Macro 10. ​Rescue 11. ​​Horns/Tails 12. ​Medical 13. Somnophilia​ 14. ​Glory Hole/Anonymous 15. ‘I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me’ 16. Clothing/Tartan 17. Knife/Swordplay 18. ​Sex to Music (Queen Edition) 19. Inebriation (Drugs/Alcohol) 20. The Bentley 21. Hidden (eg: Under the Table) 22. Laughing/Tickling 23. Masturbation 24. Danger/Helplessness 25. Feeding/Food Play 26. Praise/Degradation 27. Nipple Play 28. Cuckold 29. Gags/Ballgags 30. Toys 31. Creator's Choice

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

HER CHERRY CHAPSTICK 🍒 ORIHIME INOUE X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 15: RIMMING

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. hi sashi, idk if you write for f x f! reader, but maybe could you write for Orihime x f! reader? maybe day 15? thank you! ❣ ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. first time writing for my queen. sorry if it seems self indulgent (cause it is). Orihime is an adult. the story happens in between Rukia's wedding and Ichigo's proposal. oral. nipple sucking. rimming. 69. squirting implied. friends to lovers kinda. alcohol mentioned. 🐙 wc: 1,7k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Before the princess became a queen, she spent her days waiting for a certain knight… yet, there was a time when a princess took the place of that knight~ 

“I am tired of him not noticing me” Orihime says, throwing a piece of bread against the coffee table. Her motions are a little sloppy, as both have attacked a bottle of Sake Rangiku-san given you from the Seireitei. 

You widen your eyes; Orihime Inoue has never spoken ill of Ichigo and much less has thrown bread away.

“He might be an adult in age, but he is still a kid deep inside… Uryu does the exact same thing” you tell her; maybe trying to console her, even though your words were also tinted in bitterness. 

You, for Uryu. Her, for Ichigo.  And them? Still playing video games. 

Orihime lets her back hit the floor, tangerine hair framing her face like Aphrodite herself. A micro short and a crop top is all she is wearing; no need for more… After all, it’s just you… she could be naked in front of her friend, and she wouldn’t care. 

Her forearm falls upon her eyes; in silence, she tries to cry. You know her very well to tell underneath her arm are tears sprouting. 

You sigh; you hate to see her cry… if you could hit -which you will- Ichigo to wake him up, you’d do it. 

Dragging your body, a little bit intoxicated, you huddle next to her. 

“Stop crying…” you whisper, brushing her hair back. You have always adored those orange locks… she is like a sun princess, knitting the hearts of everyone around. 

“I’m not -snif- crying” she lies, you can see the wetness of her tears coming from under his arm. 

Another sigh; this time painfully pitying her… such a beautiful woman suffering for a man? Pff! 

You jump on her; forcing in a playful way to uncover her freckled cheeks for you. Tickles on her tiny waist, tickles on her hips… what a beautiful body she has… 

“Stop!” Orihime laughs, still pouting and with reddish eyes from crying.

“Not until you stop crying…” you threaten her with more tickles.

Orihime sniffles and traps you with her arms. Your chest hits hers, pressing your breasts, squeezing female anatomy with strength and love. 

“Let’s stay this way for a little, please” she whispers; hugging you in the middle of the night, on the floor of your rented apartment. 

You nod, falling to the side to hug her from the right. Both press your foreheads one against the other, perhaps in such a way only women can understand… female rage, female pain, the sizes of your hearts, the things only you two have experienced until this silent night. 

Little by little, hers and your breathings synchronize. Heart beating also do, with your finger tips touching with hers. Both have eyes fixed on your hands that stand up, getting the red led light of your place to filter in between. 

“I hate this world sometimes…” she murmurs; real words coming from her juicy lips that maybe nobody but you, will ever listen to. 

“I hate it too, but as long as I have you in it… it’s fine with me” you whisper back, sincere and true. There are no lies, nor second intentions behind those words. 

Orihime smiles with her eyes closed, some tears still pooling by the corner of her lids. Such a beautiful smile, Inoue-san… 

When her eyes open again, you fix yours into her pumpkin ones. The sound of silence is way louder than any conversation… what happened through your minds in that exact moment, you don’t know… Because the next thing snatched all of your attention; her lips crashed against yours. 

At first; just a peck. Then another one. Tasted the waters, tasted the flavour of her cherry Chapstick, then it was time for the kiss to deepen.

Tongues twisting, in such delicacy only Venus’ daughters know how. Your hand slowly slides under her crop top until meeting with her swollen breasts. Your whole palm isn’t enough to grab one, but you still squeeze the same way… you’d lie if you said you didn’t want to feel the soft turgor of her bouncy chest every time you see them.

Orihime moans into your mouth when you concentrate your fingers around her growing nipple. She does the same, the knitting princess is desperate to feel your breasts as well. 

Both stop just for a second to sit properly; working at the same time to take off your tops, you reveal your nudity to each other. 

Pinkish nipples invite your lips to surround them. You gloat, ready to attack. Cupping her tit, you snake up until your tongue can taste the flavour of he skin. Knowing exactly how to suck and bite, you do. 

Orihime throws her head back, allowing her orange hair to rain on her tiny back. The neck exposed, her lips semi open, her hips fidgeting as she is kneeling down… what a sweet representation of female perfection. 

“Ngh…” she whines, making you shiver from your head to your toes. Not only this feels wrong, but it also the more it does, the more you want more of her. And Orihime, wants exactly the same… 

You help her stand up, never stopping the nipple sucking. When her bare foot are both on the ground, a simple swing allows her shorts to slowly slide off her hips down her ankles. 

You softly push her against the sofa, allowing her to sit down. Kneeling in between her legs, you slowly move her already dampened panties to the side. Your hands tremble; should you continue, your friendship could be destroyed… but can you stop? Absolutely no, specially because her nails have been brushing your hair back to keep it out of your face. 

“Can I?” you ask, your lips so close to her anatomy. You are sure it probably tastes as good as her skin smells. 

“Please, (Name)-san ~” she begs, desperate. Orihime’s heel lands delicately on the small of your back, leaving her inner thigh right next your face. 

You bite, of course, her thigh first. A mark you are secretly proud to leave there. Then, a peck on her core that makes both of you shiver and jolt… even with your lips barely covered in her sweet honeys, you prove your theory to be truth; there isn’t a better taste than hers. 

In a matter of seconds, Orihime becomes a mess of herself; your tongue gets crazy, spelling every word on this world around her folds. The more you do, the more she pulls from your hair, burying your face into her sex. 

“Nhg… (Name)-san, sto- stop please” Inoue pleads; tapping your head with soft little slaps. 

You do as she asks; what is happening to her? Perhaps she just realized how fucked up is to fuck your best friend…?

“I wanna taste you, too… please, don’t be the only one giving pleasure” she requests; of course, such a selfless person like Orihime couldn’t let this slip.

“I am pleased to give it all to you, Ori…” you are not lying, you are absolutely happy to eat her whole soul through her core. 

“No, no, no…” she shakes her head, helping you stand up. Orihime takes a swift look at your knees; no way they are getting hurt. “Please, lay down” she asks, sweetly but still with a hint of dominancy. 

You nod, absolutely in awe… looking at her full body naked, with dripping wetness that reaches her inner thighs and slides in droplets down her knees… her orange locks in savage mess, her cheeks blushed in complete lust, lips swollen from kissing… Ichigo, look what are you missing… she is all mine now. 

You do as she tells; laying on your back on the sofa, you wait for her next movement. And you wonder, that maybe, just maybe… you could love her at the same time she will. And, indeed, that’s exactly Orihime’s purpose. 

You receive her on top, in a perfect 69 position. Her ass all for you, your core, all for her. 

Your nails carve on the sides of her hips first, marking her a little more as the first kiss on your slit arrives. You tremble, your stomach spasms. She is so delicate; she is so accurate… the tip of her tongue touches your clit in such perfection you can’t help but whine loudly. 

“You like it?” she asks, shily. 

“Mor-more than that, Orihime-chan” you answer back, already spreading her ass cheeks to devour her again… 

Whole tongue you use to drink from her; going from her sex to her rear entrance at once. How can someone be that delicious? It’s almost addicting, her flavour will become your favourite drug… 

As she keeps sucking on you, and her breasts heavily land on your lower belly, you asphyxiate yourself with her ass cheeks on your face. Your tongue concentrates on her butthole, going around, up and down and sometimes in and out, rimming her so good her thighs can’t help but start shaking. 

“(Name)-chan, I… mnhgn… I can’t stop it…” she whines, letting you know she is about to come while muzzled by your own honeys and folds. 

You, can only nod and moan in response, as you are exactly close like her. 

There isn’t much you could do but to keep rimming her as she does the same to you, coming together like everything you’ve ever done together… climax hits so different when both exactly know how the other is feeling ~ 

“Should we do this again?” you ask, lying both naked in the aftermath. 

“Mh… if Rangiku brings more sake…” Orihime murmurs, curling a tuft of your hair in her index. 

“You want Rangiku to join us?!” You stand up, startled… after all Orihime might not be that innocent no more… 

“NO! well… wait-“ 

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