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tumbleweed-run · 6 months

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Relax

Kinktober 2023 Day 22 Intercrural Sex

“You need to relax,” Astarion chides above you, the heels of his palms digging into the skin of your shoulders.

You huff, unburying your face from the mattress. “I am relaxed.”

He snorts. “Yes,” he agreed sarcastically, digging his hand into a particularly tight spot of muscle, “I can feel.”

You groan at the sensation of pain, good pain. A few deep breaths, and you try to relax your body as much as possible right now. Not all the knots under your skin will be solved by breathing exercises.

You’d spent the last four days kicking around in the Undermountian, searching for something Gale said he needed for whatever it was he was working on. Luckily, you’d managed to find the ring, a rather unassuming little gold thing with no other adornments on it. Unluckily, so did a sea hag that was lurking in the Sargauth River. You’d been slammed around by it, having been the one unfortunate enough to have discovered it. The healing potion had done much of the work before you’d left, but your body still ached.

While Gale had run off as soon as you reached home, Astarion had insisted you bathe and then offered a massage. You had no desire to say no to these offers so you hadn’t. The bath had been warm and lovely, you no longer smelt of rotting fish, but the work Astarion was putting into your muscles was much nicer. He was sitting lightly on the backs of your thighs, hands kneading gently into your flesh and muscles. Every so often, he drizzles oil on your back to aid in the slide of his hands.

“How did you learn this,” you ask, eyes drifting shut as Astarion’s hands made their way down your back.

Astarion laughs darkly, and you cringe, realizing your misstep. “Sometimes we needed to relax our guests in… nonchemical or mind-controlled ways,” he answers anyway.

You hum in acknowledgment, “You’ll have to teach me sometimes. That way, I can return the favor.”

“You were the one dashed about the rocks, pet, I maintained a rather safe distance,” Astarion reminds, as he alternates which side he was rubbing.

He wasn’t wrong there.

You allow yourself to doze lightly as Astarion makes his way down your back. He doesn’t linger on your ass, only paying it the same attention as he did anywhere else. You want to pout, but there’s no real drive behind it. Your brain and body are beginning to stir, his nimble hands reminding you of just what else they’re quite good at, too. By the time he’s gently digging his knuckles into the muscle of your calf, you moan and bury your face into the sheets.

If Astarion realizes, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he keeps up his work. As he begins on your second calf, slowly working his way up your leg, you sigh and shift your legs open a little. You tell yourself it's to allow him to get at every inch of muscle, not as a temptation. By the time Astarion reaches your thigh, he’s pushed your legs farther apart with his knee, fingers kneading ever higher.

He pauses once he reaches the top of your thigh, his hand resting on the inside. “Yes or no?”

You’re tired enough that you can’t even consider playing coy. “Yes,” you breathe, trying to spread your legs even further.

Astarion gently runs the side of his hand between the folds of your cunt, glancing against your clit. You gasp at the sensation. His touch is soft at first when he turns his hand to rub two of his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan again, low in your throat.

He’s not teasing tonight. All of his movements are expert, a perfect demonstration of how to get you off as efficiently as possible. By the time he’s pressing his fingers inside you, you’re so wet you can hear them as they slide in and out. He shifts to achieve a better angle, and you realize you can feel his hard cock pressing against your leg.

“Wait,” you mumble through the fog of tiredness and pleasure.

He stops immediately.

“What about you?” You manage the words without a single slur, lifting your head slightly so they’re not muffled either.

Astarion chuckles. This time it’s warm. “Darling, you can barely keep your head up, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep your hips up,” he doesn’t sound angry about this fact. Quietly amused, yes.

“No, but I want to,” you whine and move your arm to attempt to push yourself up.

Astarion moves quicker, pressing on your shoulder with his clean hand. You huff and earn yourself another laugh from him. “You really are something,” he says in a much softer voice than he uses normally.

“Do you want to have sex?” You ask bluntly, even though you’ve given up trying to sit up.

Astarion is quiet for a moment. “I wouldn’t be opposed. After all, you are a delicious sight right now,” he agrees, “but the fact remains, you can barely sit up right now,”

He’s right, you realize. “I can roll over,” you suggest.

“No,” Astarion says, “I have an idea if you’re so set on it.”

You nod, you hair undoubtedly going wild against the sheets. “I am.”

He stands then, and when you turn your head to look at him, he’s efficiently removing his trousers. Once they’re off he presses a kiss against your forehead before climbing back onto the bed. This time, he nudges your legs closed. He climbs up them and sits, much the way he had been at the start of the massage.

Nothing happens, and then there’s the sound of something slick. He’s fisting his cock, you realize belatedly, probably with the oil. He drizzles some between the cleft of your ass, allowing it to slide down and pool between your thighs. Astarion moves and lays over your back, hands planted on the bed. Carefully he begins rutting against your ass. You try to roll your hips to help, but a hand reaches down and presses them back toward the bed.

He continues like that until he, too, is panting softly with each thrust. Then, he shifts and angles his hips a little differently. The first thrust like this and his cock slides between your thighs. He readjusts his angle with each new thrust until he’s just barely between your folds, most of him still between the flesh of your thighs. With every stroke, his cockhead is brushing into your clit.

You moan breathlessly at this new sensation. You aren’t helping in the slightest. Even his legs on either side of yours are helping keep them pinned together.

You’re reduced to whimpering as he’s now perfected each thrust, hitting you clit every single time. The fire that had dulled while he prepared roars to life with a fury. Astarion keeps going, faster, as his own sounds begin to run together. Deep moans meld with soft grunts.

You come after just a few more strokes like that. Muscles spasming to draw your thighs together impossibly tighter. Astarion keeps fucking against you, each brush against your clit drawing out your release just a little more. With a harsh sound from somewhere in his throat, Astarion comes. He keeps himself buried between your legs, and you feel his cum spurting warmly there, coating your thighs.

He collapses on you, his flesh warmer than usual from how close he’s been to you all night. You don’t mind, eyes already fluttering shut.

He groans, dismayed, after a moment of resting against you. “Unfortunately, I do have to clean us up, without magic,” he laments.

You chuckle but don’t stir; sleep already claiming you.

#Astarion x Reader #Astarion x Tav #kinktober 2023 #intercrural sex #Gale is busy rn guys #lol but really this just felt like and Astarion Tav moment

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dolldefiler · 15 days

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Heya, babe, what’s up? Mhm? There’s something on your mind? It’s okay, you can tell me, baby. What’s wrong?

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Am I bored of you? What prompted that question? Don’t be silly… you want me to be honest? No, look, sweetie, just forget about this. You’re perfect.

Okay, fine! Well, if I had to nitpick�� you’re not that adventurous in bed. We always do missionary in the dark until I cum once. Then you expect me to jerk off in the bathroom while you sleep. I don’t even know what your asshole looks like. Your body’s so fucking lewd but you’ll never wear any lingerie or anything.

What? No, I’m not breaking up with you. Where has your head been all this time? You want to remedy this? No, like I said, you’re fine. You’re fine. Yo-- fuck. Yeah, your ass is insane. Why are you showing me it though? Why are you taking off your jeans? God, you’re out of this world. I can do anything I want to it? Right now?

Shit, baby, I can’t help but jerk off to it. Can you see my cock, baby? My cock’s so fucking hard just looking at your ass. Fuck, can I-- can I eat your ass, baby? Oh fuckkk. Haah. Ughh, jesus, your asshole’s amazing baby. Thank you for letting me taste you. Fuck, this is hot, I might explode. Am I dreaming?

Mhm, I’m just spitting on your ass, princess. Why? I’m lubing your ass cheeks up for my cock. No, don’t worry. I’m not fucking your ass today… but I do want to feel my cock sliding between your perfect, fat globes while I make out with you. Would you let me do that? Would you, baby? Fuckk, your ass feels amazing. Thank you so much for letting me fuck your ass like this. One day… I’m going to put it in your little fuckhole and I’ll have my way with you.

FUCK, fuck, fuck, woah, haah, you’re— ughh, you’re so fucking hot right now. That’s a good girl, you can take Daddy’s cock. Can you call me Daddy. Can you? FUCK, hearing you say it so shyly might me cum hard all over your ass. Come here, let me make out with your lewd, sloppy tongue. Mhm, hnng~.

Baby, look at me. Look at me. I’m going to fucking cum all over your perfect fucking ass. I’m going to cum over your ass and then I’ll pound your sloppy fucking mouth and pour another load down your throat. You’ll let me, right? Fuck, you’re perfect. I love you, baby. I love your fat ass and your pretty lips. SHIT, I’m CUMMING!

Oh fuckk, baby. Thank you for letting me do that. Now get on your knees, please. That’s right. That’s a good girl, sweetheart.

#praise k!nk #intercrural sex

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sapphicblight · 8 months

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it's hard to play with rules in the way - a kimchay pwp

Year of the OTP 2023 August prompt: au of your choice In which WiK breaks his own rule about not fucking groupies.

key tags: canon divergence, wikchay, thigh fucking (intercrural)

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doks-aux · 2 months

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Henry fucking Will's thighs while Will's wearing the handsewn Bonnie suit, telling him how wet and tight and warm he is. The way he's gripping the suit has it pulled tight against Will's cock, the fabric rubbing against the head where it's peeking out of the foreskin. It's just right but not quite enough, and Will's on the edge for what feels like forever until Henry finally wraps his big, warm hand around him through the suit, and Will's fucking whining as he comes.

#Willry #Helliam #William Afton #Henry Emily #Five Nights at Freddy's #Fredbear's Family Diner #Spring Bonnie #nsft #intercrural sex #gender play #costumes #mascots #do over au #doc's AUs #doc's headcanons

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generaltrashshecox · 6 months

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Kinktober 2023 Day 22:

Lolicon & Shotacon | Intercrural Sex | Bondage (Anthony/Damien)

I thought about this a long time ago so I'm glad I got to write it ajsj. Thighs!!

Anthony didn't think he had a thing for thighs. That was until he got with Damien. He'd always been appreciative of them but nothing beat a great ass or a good pair of tits. But seeing Damien in thigh highs that his slight pudge spilled out over changed his whole perspective. He loved touching them kissing them gripping them so hard they bruised from his fingers- They were pale, a milky white from the man who was literally allergic to the sun and the marks he left were prominent. He swore his favorite place was between them and Damien would roll his eyes at that.

So when Halloween was in full swing at the office some going all out to dress up while other out on ears and called it a day he didn't think he'd get distracted. Tuned out his boyfriend had lost a bet to his best friend and his punishment? Wearing a maid costume to the office. Which wasn't bad in itself he'd done that many times what made it different was he wasn't wearing boxers. He didn't have anything extreme or extravagant but a nice pair of cotton panties with stripes on them were what he wore underneath. Meaning at times the bruises on his inner thigh would peak out from under his dress and it was starting to drive Anthony mad.

During lunch he'd had enough leading Damien to the office he shared with Ian. Locking the door behind him and hoping his best friend didn't need the space anytime soon. He kissed Damien pressing him against the desk motioning for him to hop up and he did sitting on the desk. When he did his hands snaked between his legs squeezing his thighs once more.

"Fuck so fucking hot. Practically showing off who you belong to," he said sultry and Damien squirmed. He shook his head in defiance.

"I don't belong to anybody," he said tilting his chin up and Anthony chuckled. He leaned into his ear.

"You're right. Strong and independent. But you can't say you're not mine, angel," he whispered hot breath hitting his ear making him shiver. He kissed him again pushing him down onto the desk. He promised Ian in his head that he'd get his desk deep cleaned but he couldn't care less in the moment as he rutted against Damien making him whimper. He pulled away seeing how his skirt hiked up showing off more of the bruised skin as well as his cute pair of panties that he was now straining in. He palmed him through them and he moaned as he gripped his thighs once more. Then an idea popped into Anthony's head. He pulled away much to Damien's confusion as he pulled him back to his feet. Then he turned him around bending him over pressing flush against his ass.

"Mmm-" he groaned pressing back against him.

"Oh pretty baby I'm not fucking your ass... Yet," he said smacking his behind. Then he pulled away walking around him.

"What?" he asked confused before he heard him rummaging through Ian's desk. He didn't know what he was looking for as he murmured to himself but he finally heard an "ah hah!" before feeling Anthony's presence back behind him. He heard him undoing his pants as well as hearing a cap open hearing slick sounds as Anthony's breath sped up. He was nearly shaking with anticipation. Then he felt hands on his hips again.

"Put your legs together, angel," he said voice thick with lust. He obliged and then felt something hot and slick slide between his thighs. "Fuck-" Anthony drawled gritting his teeth. His thighs were soft and warm and felt amazing around his dick. He thrust into them again and again making Damien flush. He felt almost like a toy being used like this and it only made the heat in his stomach burn hotter making him whine in embarrassment as he wiggled his hips against him again.

"What is it baby? Need something?" he asked. Damien only whimpered not knowing what he just wanted something. Anthony chuckled before adjusting so on his next thrust he ground his cock against his clothed one groaning as he did. "That better angel?" He nodded pressing his forehead to the desk. It wasn't much but it was the fact that Anthony was using his body to his will and that while the door was locked they were still in the middle of the workday people could hear them set him alight moaning as he rutted against the cock between his legs.

Anthony felt like he was in heaven as his cock pressed against the soft cotton of the panties sliding against Damien's hard cock just humping each other like they were horny teens. They felt just as desperate as lunch would be over soon and the office would be back and busy so they needed to hurry while they could. Anthony's hand ran up his back before burying in his hair pulling gently lifting his head as his other hand dug into his hip.

"You like this don't you? Like me using you like this?" he said as he fucked the space between his thighs wildly. Damien keened but nodded. This was what he needed, needed more of his touch more of his words. "Yeah I know you do. I can feel you twitching against me as I do this." He smirked. "Such a good boy for me. My sweet little angel aren't you? Letting me do whatever I want." He could feel him leaking through the panties making it a little easier, a little more slick. "God I can feel you... So wet for me." Damien made a strangled noise embarrassed by how turned on he was but it only made it even hotter. He was so close as he continued to rub against Anthony's cock as he thrusts making desperate sounds that were music to his ears. "Oh sweet angel are you gonna come like this?" he said grip in his hair tightening making him mewl.

"Yes! Fuck please-" he pleaded, for what he didn't know. He felt Anthony lean forward pressing his chest to his back as he kept his thrusts as he kissed up his neck.

"Then come on angel. Come for me you can do it," he said. The hand in his hair went to his neck circling around it not choking but putting a little pressure and just the idea was enough to send him over the edge crying soiling his pretty panties. "Fuck baby," he growled into his ear. He felt it hot and wet against his cock and it was driving him crazy as he fucked between his thighs harshly. It wasn't long until he was coming and Damien felt it on his stomach and he prayed there wasn't too much on the dress he still had to wear. Anthony pulled away panting before reaching for the tissue box and cleaning them up as best he could. Damien shuddered at gross wetness in his panties that he was now stuck with as well as the wet spots on his dress. Anthony chuckled at his pouting.

"Asshole," he said crossing his arms over his chest. How'd they somehow make his punishment better and worse? He kissed him gently.

"Yeah but I'm yours." Damien pushed him away but he couldn't deny that. He just hoped he'd make it up to him later.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #intercrural sex #antmien #anthony x damien #anthony/damien #i write about them so much #sorry not sorry #thigh sex

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truly-morgan · 6 months

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[Age Swap, Reigen convinces shisho that thigh fucking is okay (18+)]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 Age Swap AU 24-05-2023

[#mobrei, Intercrural Sex, Age Swap, 1630]

Reigen wanted to do more with Mob, even though he knew the man wouldn't.

So he tried finding a middle ground that should probably work.

It had taken a while to convince Mob that his feelings weren't caused by something Mob had done, nor that the man was horrible for liking him back (after all, it wasn't as if he was feeling like this for every teenager around, only him).

It had also taken some adaptation time for Mob to feel comfortable with simple affection touches. Holding hands, hugging, sitting and leaning against each other. The type of closeness they never had before.

It had taken some more to assure Mob that it was alright if they were kissing, it wasn't anything bad after all. Nothing sexual going on between them, just some ways to show affection. From there it slowly grew from chaste kisses here and there to makeout sessions.

Touching each other had surprisingly been initiated by Mob, albeit by accident and without thinking about it. They had been making out and the urge had likely been too big and the man was too lost in it that he had started touching him more, hand wandering between his legs and under his shirt.

He had been shocked when Reigen moaned in the kiss at his action, making him pull away as if he had been burned. It had taken Reigen some more reassuring that it was okay, he was older enough now, plus touching wasn't the same as going all the way.

He knew that Mob also knew what he was saying wasn't right, nor did Reigen believe himself. He knew that what Mob was doing to him should be considered wrong (and he would think so if it was anyone else than him), but he gently coaxed him away from those uncertainties.

after all, no one would know anyway, nor would Reigen tell anyone. It was a secret between the two of them.

And once Mob had gotten more sure about himself, he sure seemed to also be starving for the kind of intimate touches they exchanged (not without asking Reigen if it was alright every time they did something, but Reigen could deal with that if it meant having his shisho's hands all over him).

Convincing Mob to try and fuck between his thighs had been a bit trickier. But Reigen was determined and he couldn't possibly wait 4 more years before Mob finally accepted to fuck him properly.

He wanted to feel him over him, feeling him trust against him as he sought out pleasure, feel the warmth of his body all over him.

He had once again bullshitted his way through explaining that Mob thighs fucking him also didn't count, that he was still safe by doing that.

Mob had been hesitating, although it seemed like something in him snapped slightly when he saw Reigen presenting for him so prettily on his bed, naked and slightly shaking his hips to entice him.

the older man had carefully stepped behind him, still hard from the playing around they had been doing previously.

Reigen couldn't have been happier when he felt the man properly settle behind him, his heavy body caging him under him.

He then felt his mentor pushing his cock between his thigh, to which Reigen forced them even more tightly closed. He could feel him slowly sliding more easily as lube and precum started smearing between his thighs, rubbing against his own hardness as he kept going.

Reigen was slowly getting lost in the pleasure, feeling surrounded by his mentor. His smell was everywhere, from his bedsheet to the man himself pressing against his back. He could feel the warmth of his body against his, his body slick with sweat.

At some point Mob had hooked an arm around him, keeping him even more closely to his body than he did before, kissing against his neck and shoulder hungrily as he kept rutting against him.

Reigen was thrilled at hearing him groan and moan right next to his ear, something he wasn't used to seeing how quiet the man could be normally, especially compared to Reigen.

He started losing it and feeling like he was melting when Mob started jerking him to a similar rhythm to the erratic one of his hips. He could tell the man was getting closer.

Reigen was nearly shaking against him when he finally came, moaning his shisho's name, hoping he wasn't loud enough to be heard next door.

He soon found himself embraced in the tight and possessive hug, Mob's hips stuttering as he came between his thighs, making a mess between them.

Reigen felt a bit suffocated when Mob let most of his weight on him afterwards, still panting hard in the crook of his neck. But he couldn't care less, he felt so good being pressed so close to his lover.

They definitely needed to do this again in the future while waiting for him to be a proper adult.

And from the way Mob was lazily moving his hips, softened cock still trapped between his thighs, he felt like the man thought the same.

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#tweet archive #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mobrei #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #kinktober summer rerun 2023 #age swap au #intercrural sex #thigh fucking #nsft #cw age gap

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