#workplace sex

[cynfulworld]

I'd love to stuff my face in that not too small ass & eat your heart 🍑🤤😍

I don’t think anatomy works that way darling…. But I’m willing to try it and find out…. For science. 😉💋🍑

Meet me at work? I’ll be waiting

[seanwriting]

New Story: Decadent Indulgence

Art by @queenchikkibug Sorauth by @cailencrow

Levi Ravenhorst always tries to do their best at their job, keeping things in order and making sure everyone is happy. Though that also means making their boss, Sorauth, very happy and he seems to be at his happiest with their body at his beck and call.

This story was inspired by feral instincts and the amazing art of my friend Chikki (@QueenChikkiBug on twitter) featuring their tiefling Levi (they/them) as well as Cailen's (@cailencrow on twitter) I hope you all enjoy it!

Link to the Story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44860666

If you want to read more stories you can find them here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SeanShannon/works

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If you have any questions see my Pinned Post for more info~

[ygamiraito]

can we take a minute to appreciate harlan's office / workplace (ellison wonderland). so much is happening yet its so beautiful at the same time i love it

[ultfreakme]

hilarious when Akaza, 200+ year old DEMON is like "I am so normal about sexual health and consent" meanwhile Kyojuro is sitting there, 20 something and horny and gay and this is his first time doing anything other than demon-slayin/training is like "b-but what about you pinning me to the forest floor and taking me as I scream your name???? wdym you want to 'take it slow' and want to figure out my comfort levels?? Why do you care???????"

[asclexe]

i successfully spread my hilson agenda to my mother so whenever they say something extra gay she gives me the 🤨🏳️‍🌈? while im keeled over and banging my fist to the floor its so silly

[neonbuck]

this website blows lol, just saw yet another user i follow for nice images (tiercel) trying to stir up drama against artists for drawing sexy pictures of trans characters. i cant imagine living in a miserable world where drawing trans people sexy is inherently "fetishizing" and evil

[seanwriting]

Story Repost: Decadent Indulgence

A story that I wrote almost a year ago and felt inspired to come back and give it an edit with some small additions~ I hope you all enjoy!

Art and Levi by @queenchikkibug

Sorauth by @cailencrow

You can find the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44860666

If you would like a story of your own you can check out my form here: https://forms.gle/WabsrjemAZkxmpNfA

[writtenobsession]

Minthara’s Jaluk

Modern AU Minthara x Male Drow Tav/Reader

THIS IS 18+ FANFIC! You’ve been warned.

Summary: You were given a set of rules to follow while at a work event for Minthara’s work. The promise of a reward at the end of the night motivates you be on your best behavior.

Tags: Dom Minthara, Sub Male Drow, Under the table clothed handjob in a public area, oral, hair pulling, and using a tie as a leash.

A/N: This is smut for smuts sake. I remember seeing a dirty bg3 confession about someone wanting their male drow to be dominated by Minthara. It lived in my brain rent free for a while. Written and posted on phone. This is my first time ever writing smut. May or may not do a part 2. Let me know if you think I should? (I couldn’t think of a title to save my life… I’m trying)

Drow terms used: Jaluk- a derogatory term for a male drow, Harl'il'cik- kneel, Parzdiamo- male playmate who is not the house patron, Ilharess- matron.

Word Count: 10,950

Your rules for the evening:

1.) Do not embarrass me.

2.)When asked about our relationship, keep it simple and to the point. Do not give out too much information.

3.) I will allow you to call me “My dear” or “My Love”, anything else will displease me.

You will receive your reward when we arrive home.- Minthara

Events like these were always stressful. Trying to remember peoples faces, etiquette, the rules, and keeping her happy. Your outfit for the evening already picked out to complement hers, the chauffeur waiting for you at the bottom for the your shared luxury apartment, and traveled downtown to the business district for the hotel hosting her work event. Stepping out of the sleek car, you straighten your tux and check your watch.

“Right on time,” you thought before taking a deep breath and plastered a well practiced smile in your face, “Let the show begin.”

With false confidence, you walk into the lobby and instantly recognize a few familiar faces for Minthara’s office. Smalltalk was always torturous for you when it came to these events. The questions were almost always the same, such as, “How are you?” or, “How’s work?” These people had no interest in you when you used to work in the same building, but once Minthara brought you to the last event, their sudden friendly demeanor grated on you. Once a lull in the conversation, you excused yourself to attempt to find your her. Shuffling through the crowd, you spot her in front of a few higher ups in the company in front of entrance to the rented hall for the evening. She looked gorgeous. You could feel your heart race just gazing upon her. Her hair done up perfectly, the earrings you picked out that matched your cuff links for your anniversary, and her black dress that hugged every curve on her well toned body. Her leg occasionally peaking out from a side slit as she adjusted her stance. You stood there admiring her from afar for just a moment before you caught her eye. A warm smile formed on her lips.

“Will you excuse me, gentlemen,” She said before sauntering over. Once she reached you, her smile harden. “You’re late.”

“I’m sorry, my Love,” you look at her lovingly, “I couldn’t help, but admire you for a moment.” She hummed at the comment, approving of your answer. “It’s almost time for the main events to begin, Darling.” You hold out your arm to escort her into the main room. She leans into you with a wicked smile for a moment and whispers, “It seems I’ve trained you well.” The hairs on the back of your neck stand. You’re already having a tough time keeping your composure. She links her arm with yours then proceeds to lead the way. Of course more small talk ensued, but it becomes manageable when your fiery lover takes charge. You would be lying to yourself that if you said this side of her wasn’t a turn on. You were pulled out of your mind when Minthara squeezed your arm lightly.

“Darling, they’re announcing that it’s about the time to take our seats.” She looked you in the eyes as if asking, “What in the hells are you doing.”

“Of course, my dear.” It took you a moment to remember where you were before walking directly towards your table near a front corner of the stage. Just enough out of the lights not to irritate Minthara’s sensitive eyes. You pull her chair out for her and rest your hand on her shoulder. She places her hand on yours and looks up at you.

You can practically hear her say, “Good jaluk,” with her eyes.

You could see some women elbow their husbands at your display of manners and love.

“Good,” you thought. You knew Minthara took joy at watching men quickly trying reenact your actions. You take your seat next to her and greet the newcomers to the table. The chatter of everyone finding their seats, you felt Minthara lean over and whisper into your ear, “You look wonderful, Jaluk.” You felt her finger ghost over your thigh for a moment. You clear your throat as you choke a down the urge to let out a soft moan. Her chuckle let you know this was the reaction she wanted. “Maybe I’ll give you a taste of tonight’s events.” You slowly turned your head towards her you almost give her a pleading look before you heard footsteps approach the podium on stage. You turn back towards the stage with your mind racing with thoughts of what she had planned for you. All attention was on the Elven man on stage as he began his speech.

“Good evening everyone, I would like to thank…” You brain cut him off when you left Minthara’s left hand squeeze your thigh.

“Gods is she really going to..?” You left her hand creep ever closer toward your length. You glance back at her, her eyes told you everything you needed to know. “Be quiet and eyes forward.” She began to palm your growing length, giving you a delicious amount for friction. You turned back and made yourself focus on anything because you knew the moment you allowed yourself to lose focus, your moans will escape from your lips and alerting everyone to what was going on under the table. Her hand movements begin to become more bold. It took you everything not to show how much you’re enjoying this. You felt her fingers begin to fiddle with the zipper on your trousers, the sensation made you flinch.

“Shit,” You mentally scold yourself. “She’s not going to be pleased by that.” You felt her give your thigh a light squeeze. That was your signal for your last chance to behave. She was being very lenient with you tonight. She continued gently rubbing her hand over length. You were aching under her touch. You could feel her enjoying this control over you. Right when you could feel yourself getting to the point of no return, her hand pulled away. It took all of your willpower not to whine in disappointment or sigh with relief that you didn’t have to break out an exit plan. You hear Minthara get called on stage to give a speech. Feel her brush your shoulder and watch the sway of hips strut past you and up to the stage. You’re completely enamored by her. The rest of the night went without anymore hiccups, but you were too distracted by what the rest of the night holds.

You arrived in the lobby of your apartment and waited for the elevator in silence. You swear Minthara could hear your heart about to burst out of your chest. Your cheeks begin to flush by the time the metal doors opened before you. The moment you walked through, you feel her hand rest on the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. It was hungry, like she hadn’t been touched in months. You feel her other hand grab your tie and to hold you in place. You look deep into her ruby eyes, full of want and lust.

“Jaluk,” You shiver at the word, “You performance was almost perfect. Almost.” She emphasized, her eyes slightly narrowed. The elevator dinged and you felt her drag you out by your tie as if it was a leash. She leads you to your front door before letting you go and stands there without a word. You at the hint and enter in the code into the keypad. You were quick to open the door, allowing her to walk through.

“Jaluk, come.” Releasing your tie, she walks straight toward the couch and takes a seat. She crosses her legs and waits for you to stand before her. Her eyes fixated on you. You wait for her commands. “Harl’il’cik.”

Without a second thought, you kneel before her, like a parzdiamo at his ilharess. She hums approvingly. You stay silent, you anticipated her next words. You wait for those words where everything starts.

“Are you ready to give yourself to me?”

You gulp and slowly nod. “Yes.”

“Good,” she says are she uncrosses her leg and slightly spreads them. You feel yourself begin to harden once more. She’s your queen, your goddess yet you’ve never said it out loud. You never needed to because she knew.

You reached for the slit of her long gown. As you slowly plant soft feather like kisses on her left leg. Once you’ve reached past her knees, you carefully spread her legs a bit farther to allow yourself to sit between them more comfortable. You could feel her eyes watching your every move. Your hands travel up her thighs to remove the delicate fabric underneath, yet your fingers only find smooth flesh. Your eyes widen and look up at her. You could feel yourself becoming more aroused and your cheeks becoming flushed. She looks at you with a satisfied smirk. She chuckles and rests her hand on your head. “What’s wrong, jaluk?”

“N-nothing, my-“ you were interrupted when you felt your hair roughly grabbed. You release a soft moan.

“Then show me.” Her voice firm yet a hint of lust hangs in the background. You’re more than willing to show her that nothing is the matter. You raise the rest of the dress up her legs until you could see for your own eyes the beauty hiding there. You feel her guiding your head towards her crotch. You’re more than happy to oblige her command. Your hands travel up her outer thighs, your face inching closer, and your thoughts only filled with her.

You gently grab her hips and pull her closer to edge of the couch. Your eyes flick to meet her eyes for a moment before taking a long broad lick of her folds. You continue licks her rhythmically before using your tongue gently flick her clit. Her soft sighs encouraging you to continue. You begin to pay attention to give her inner walls by probing with your tongue. Your actions were performed with great precision to ensure her pleasure. When you feel she was wet enough, you slowly inserted a finger. Her moans and heavy breathing egged you on to continue your goal to provide her pleasure. Inserting another finger, you begin to stroke her silken walls. Hitting every spot that makes her tighten around you.

Her moans and sighs were like a song you’ve played for years. The moment you feel her pull your face closer to her, you could tell she’s close to coming undone. You feel her quiver around your finger, a shiver runs through your body.

“Use your tongue,” she said almost breathlessly. Quick to follow your queen’s order, you swiftly replace your fingers with your tongue and devoured her like this was your first meal in years. Her hand painfully tight in your hair, but ignored it for her pleasure. Her hips grinding against your face, you pull her closer. Focusing all your attention on her little sounds and movements. Soon you feel her coming undone on your tongue. Her taste, smell, and cries are intoxicating. You were lost in thought, allowing her to ride out her orgasm before you were suddenly pulled away from her core. She lightly pulls your head back to examine her handy work. Her face was flushed and her chest heaving. The sight of her almost made you spill over.

“What a mess,” her husky and her hooded eyes look down on you. Her hand strokes your cheek then tilts your chin toward her. She pulls you into a kiss, tasting herself off your lips. “I believe it time for you to properly receive your reward.” A wicked smile crossed her lips. Your night was far from over.

[badjohnspeakeasy]

Psykos and Orochi interview "That Man" for a position in the Monster Association.

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[plainlyraine]

I'm not fully caught up but I genuinely think its such bullshit that Sam has experienced the least horrors™️. He's the one obsessed with poking around, but Alice runs into the (dead) drowning victim. Yeah Gwen kinda elbowed her way in, but it sounds like she has her own shit going on and when she tried to confide in the crew his ass is LAUGHING? Bro is NOT learning. I hope he gets some suitably life-altering horrors soon 🫶

[bitegore]

I can't believe you made an OC just for s*x purposes. I hope you heal from whatever made you think it was okay to expl*ite a person like that.

don't worry bby im sure he had a lot of fun with it. the imaginary man enjoys sleeping around quite a bit, you see

[gettingintoknives]

what’s everyone been up to lately <3 would love to hear about it. send me asks

[sixxxer]

when im in a not following up on the romance i wrote into my story competition and my opponent is paul simms

[aquilaafterdark]

smapril 22

Day 22  hot boss | "It's going to take all night." all hail the smutlord prompt-writer @staroftheendless tags: semi-public sex, workplace/office sex, oral sex

Morpheus leans over Hob’s desk, all long limbs and intensity.

“How much longer? I need these data analyzed now.”

Hob sighs, trying to think of anything that would keep him from popping a boner with his hot boss so close. His grandma naked, roadkill, anything.

“It’s going to take all night,” he gestures at the code passing across the screen. “After this one finishes, I’ve still got three more sets to run.”

Morpheus moves to sit on the edge of the desk, leaning further over to view the monitor. Hob sucks in a breath and Oh.

Oh no.

His scent is intoxicating, subtle cologne that is musky and sweet combined with something unique to Morpheus. Hob is losing the battle with his cock, which begins to strain against the confines of his trousers. Morpheus puts a hand on his shoulder and suddenly his voice is in Hob’s ear.

“Would you like some company while you wait?”

Hob shivers, his eyes fluttering closed at the thought of getting his hands on his untouchable, supermodel-level boss. In the darkness of his eyelids, he feels his chair being yanked back and spun and when he opens his eyes again, he nearly comes on the spot.

Morpheus is on his knees. For him.

“Is this real? Am I dreaming?” Hob asks, stunned.

“Not a dream,” Morpheus rumbles, working to unbutton his trousers.

Hob has mere seconds that his cock is exposed to open air before it’s enveloped in soft, wet heat. Morpheus’s lips look so pretty wrapped around his cock, Hob finds he can’t look away, memorizing every moment. He bucks into his mouth, lost in the pleasure of the way his tongue scrapes against his length, how it swirls around the head and licks up all the pre-cum he’s leaking. He grips onto the armrests of his chair, attempting to hold back. He thanks whatever higher power may or may not exist that they’re alone here after hours because if anyone heard the slurping and moaning coming from Hob’s office, they’d know what they were getting up to.

As Morpheus takes him to the root, swallowing around his entire length, Hob feels the tell-tale sign.

“I’m gonna—You should—” He stumbles over his warning, feeling the dam break as Morpheus swallows around him again. The smooth squeezing sensation tips him over the edge, cock pulsing as he comes down his boss’s throat. Morpheus, to his credit, takes it all, swallowing each spurt as it comes. He pulls off when Hob reaches the point of overstimulation, wiping his mouth of spit.

Hob tosses his head back against the headrest, confused as to why this all happened in the first place.

“I’ll be in my office, should you have questions. Best of luck with the analysis,” Dream says, throat scratchy from the abuse it just took. He strides away, seemingly unaffected by his act of expert cocksucking.

“…What?” Hob just sits there until the computer alerts him that the code is finished.

[burningtheroots]

This could be a hot take for radblr, but fat women and their specific experiences shouldn’t be excluded or ridiculed.