#kinktober day 16

[holylulusworld]

Got milk? - Kinktober 16

Summary: Bucky just loves your breasts, and you...

Pairing: TFatWs!Bucky Barnes x pregnant!Reader

Square 20 filled for @buckybarnesbingo 2021 (expired): Roommates 

Kink: lactation kink

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: fluff, pregnant ready, lactation kink, boob kink, breast play, implied smut

A/N: idea by @elle14-blog1​

Words: 980+

Kinktober 2022

BBB BuckyBarnesBingo 2021 masterlist

Five years after the Avengers and their friends undid the snap, … 

“Be aware of the angry mother bear. Do not feed her. Do not touch her. Do not look at her for too long?” 

Sam reads the warnings Bucky pinned to the pinboard aloud. 

“Dude, you can’t just call Y/N angry mother bear.”

“Why not?” 

“She will get angry.”

“My wife loves me and won’t get angry.”

After the world turned normal again (if you can call the daily chaos normal), Sam, Bucky and you moved in together. 

It was a struggle for both men to get their feet back on the ground.

With Bucky being a former wanted assassin, the winter soldier on top of all, and Sam being a wanted man too, it was hard to even get an apartment.

Luckily, your granny left you her ranch. All you needed was two strong men, ready to help you renovate your home, and take care of the ranch.

It didn’t take you and Bucky long to get together. You just clicked. After everything that had happened, you didn’t want to waste much more time.

Now, five years later you are married and will welcome your first child in not four months. A boy. You will call him Jamie, or James Samuel Barnes. 

Sam is still your roommate, just like his sister Sarah and her kids. The ranch is big enough for your big family, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“The kids fed her sweets last time and she couldn’t sleep all night. Too much sugar is bad for Y/N and the baby,” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t fight with me. Y/N needs her man to take care of her.”

“Morning,” you chirp as you finally enter the kitchen. Bucky smirks as you slowly waddle toward them.

You smile at Sam before you turn your attention toward your husband, grabbing a handful of Bucky’s ass. Bucky just loves you are horny and insatiable since he knocked you up.

“Morning doll,” Bucky kisses your lips softly. He pecks your soft pillows a few times before he crouches down in front of you to press a kiss to your belly too. “Morning, punk. How have you been in your mommy’s belly?”

Your stomach rumbles.

“He’s hungry.”

“I guess we need to feed your mommy first thing in the morning, little Bucky. Lemme make the two of you some pancakes.”

“…and bacon. Baby Jamie wants some bacon this morning,” you insist. “Feed me, Mr. Barnes.”

“See, she’s a hungry mother bear.”

You frown as your eyes land on the rules Bucky pinned to the pinboard. “Do not feed her?”

“No one but me is allowed to feed you and little Bucky,” your husband makes clear that he doesn’t like it when other people offer food to you. “I know what’s good for you.”

“Yes, you do.”

Bucky hums. His eyes drop toward your cleavage as so often these days. He licks his lips, wondering if you’re already leaking milk.

You didn’t let him suckle at your nipples lately, always telling him your nipples are too sensitive.

“Buck? Bucky, did you hear me?” he struggles to meet your eyes as he loves to just look at your swollen belly and full breasts. “You are staring again, Bucky.”

“It’s just…”

“What is it, baby?” you look at the still-empty pan. “Do you want me to make breakfast?”

“No. It’s just…I got lost in thoughts again. Sorry. Let me feed my woman…”

“Fuck, not again,” you grumble. “That’s my favorite nightgown and now it’s ruined too.”

You look down at your body, sighing deeply. There are two big wet spots on your nightgown.

“What’s wrong…oh fuck me,” Bucky’s eyes darken as his eyes drop to your chest, and even more, at the sight of the wet spots. “Y-ou’re lactating.”

“You are telling me.”

You huff.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck. I just ruined my favorite nightgown and need to get changed again.”

“Hmm…” 

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” you ask as he won’t take his eyes off your breasts. “Buck!”

“It’s…you’re lactating, and your breasts are so full. I wanna suck at your tits and taste it…”

“Taste it?” you nervously chuckle. “Wait. You’re serious? You want to taste the milk?”

“I love everything about you. I love to taste your mouth, your pussy, and even your sweat when I lick it off your skin. Now I can taste something even sweeter.”

You’re not sure how to react to Bucky’s confession. Having his mouth on you is heaven but letting him suck at your tits to taste your milk is something else than playing with your breasts during sex.

“I’m lactating, Bucky!” you mumble. “I don’t know if we should do this right now.” 

Bucky’s eyes are glued to your chest. He ignores that you have doubts. His hands shoot toward your nightgown to rip the thin fabric into two halves.

“Bucky, what has gotten into you.”

Bucky cups your face, thumb running over your lower lip as he moves his other hand to one of your tits. He growls as he feels the weight in his hand. “Fuck.”

He dips his head to press a soft kiss on your lips. His tongue slips inside your mouth while his thumb gently rolls one of your nipples. Milk wets his thumb, causing Bucky to groan deeply.

“I gotta have a taste,” he lowers himself to wrap his warm mouth around your left nipple, carefully suckling at the pebbled nub. 

“Bucky,” you run your fingers through his short strands while your husband alternatively licks and sucks at your nipples. He gently massages your breasts, hoping to get another taste of your milk. “Baby.”

“Fuck, you are so sexy, baby doll. And you taste even better,” he nips at your nipples again, teasing the pert little nubs. “Now, let me taste something even better.”

“Oh, you naughty man, Mr. Barnes…” you giggle as Bucky walks you toward the bed. 

“I’m going to eat you alive…”

Tags in reblog.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tfatws!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader #pregnant reader #lactating kink #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 16 #Got milk? #tw: lactation Kink

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Sixteen: Public - Hyunjin/Felix

Tags: Exhibitionism, public handjobs, oral sex, fwbs(?)

AO3 Link

Felix and Hyunjin had an interesting relationship. They were friends, best friends in fact. They were just a little… closer than most friends typically were. Hyunjin wasn’t that touchy but Felix was, and because Felix was and Hyunjin could never say no to him, they were constantly glued together. They often shared the same bed, they held hands, Hyunjin let Felix kiss him whenever he really felt the urge, and sometimes he would kiss him first. 

But they had never gone any further than that. There was always some sort of tension that followed them around, setting the air static whenever they were together. Sometimes when they kissed Felix would get a little too worked up, the soft pecks that were there just for comfort and affection turning into something more. They never let it lead to anything else. 

Then they went on vacation to Japan. There was a long list of activities they had planned, and one of those activities was to visit a bathhouse. Felix had come up with the idea since he always thought it looked fun. There were no ulterior motives behind this idea, even if he did feel a little more attraction for Hyunjin than what was considered platonic. 

But the electricity that followed them everywhere didn’t leave them when they went to the bathhouse either. In fact, it was worse. Felix should have known it would be worse. Because honestly, what had he been thinking? 

He’d seen Hyunjin naked before, but only briefly. He knew what he looked like, but he’d never looked too closely. That was crossing some invisible boundary they had, the one that hadn’t been crossed in their abnormally close friendship. But now there was no way he could look away. 

He had never been so grateful for a towel in his life. That was the only thing keeping him together as they made their way from the showers to the communal baths. 

“I’ve never been somewhere like this before,” Hyunjin said, looking around. “It’s pretty neat though.” 

Felix had to shake himself out of his Hyunjin focused daze and actually pay attention to him. Not his body or the way his bare chest was slightly flushed from the shower. “Y-yeah, uhm, it is pretty cool.” Felix cleared his throat. “I’ve heard about them so since we’re being all touristy I thought we should get the full experience!” He smiled at Hyunjin and Hyunjin smiled back. His heart felt so full. 

“Cute,” Hyunjin said, reaching out to ruffle Felix’s hair. A match was lit and the static in the air caught fire. Felix was going to pass out, and it had nothing to do with all the steam in the air. 

There were clusters of people spread throughout the bath, most of them by themselves with a few couples here and there. Felix and Hyunjin made their way to an area of the pool that was farther away from most of the groups and started to remove their towels. Felix felt his heart rabbit in his chest as he dropped his towel, feeling a little more exposed than he was anticipating. Hyunjin removed his right next to him and he had to take a deep breath to calm himself. All he had to do was not look and he would be okay. He would be perfectly fine. 

Against his control, his eyes turned to look at Hyunjin. His breath caught in his throat. Fuck . Now he wouldn’t be able to look away. Hyunjin just got more beautiful every time Felix looked at him. He had been working out more lately and it was clear by the ridges of muscle along his upper body. His black hair was still dripping from the showers and that somehow only made him look prettier. Felix was utterly fucked. He always tried not to do a deep dive into his attraction to his best friend but this was making that nearly impossible. 

If Hyunjin noticed Felix’s staring he didn’t comment on it. They eased themselves into the hot water and Hyunjin let out a sigh that had the hairs on the back of Felix’s neck standing on end. He licked his lips and swallowed thickly. 

“Ahh, this is so nice,” Hyunjin groaned. “I feel like my muscles are already relaxing.” 

“Mine too,” Felix agreed shortly. He didn’t trust himself to speak at the moment. He was afraid of what would come out if he said too much. 

“You really have the best ideas, Lixie,” Hyunjin said. He leaned back, rested his elbows on the edge of the tub. The picturesque image of Hyunjin looking so content and relaxed, head tilted back to display the perfect column of his neck, plus his compliments were making Felix dizzy. 

“Thank you, Jinnie-hyung,” Felix said with a soft smile. Heat swirling in his stomach and he realized quickly that it wasn’t because of the water. “I’m glad you like my ideas. Having you here makes it so much more fun.” 

Hyunjin gave Felix a look that he couldn’t decipher but then it formed into a smile, his eyes scrunched to crescents. “I like everything about you, Felix.” The weight behind his words settled on Felix’s chest like an anvil. He swallowed thickly. 

“You know I like everything about you too,” Felix said, wetting his lips. Hyunjin held his gaze for what felt like too long and then Felix could’ve sworn he saw his eyes go down to his lips. The tension had become a forest fire. They had kissed before, but never in public. Surely Hyunjin wasn’t thinking about that. He rarely initiated anyway, so he wouldn’t. Right? 

He tried to shake it off by looking away and paying attention to something else. He began to make conversation with Hyunjin, trying to distract himself by talking. But all he could focus on was Hyunjin’s lips, the way they moved when he talked, the way his tongue would sometimes peek out to wet them. Hyunjin seemed to get closer as they talked too, closer than was okay for friends in any setting. At some point his hand had slipped under the water to settle on Felix’s bare waist as he talked and he could hardly focus on any word Hyunjin was saying. 

At some point, the tension started to burn him too. He knew he’d lost all sanity when a lull came in their conversation, nothing but silence and sharp gazes between them, and he asked, “Hyunjin-ah…is it…is it okay if I kiss you?” 

Hyunjin’s eyes widened and Felix began to backtrack, but Hyunjin smiled and nodded. “Yeah, of course, Lixie.” He turned to fully face Felix and wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in. He pressed their lips together and Felix closed his eyes, melting against Hyunjin like chocolate. It started out sweet, innocent, like their kisses often did. But it was clear they were both affected by the tension that was in the air as the kisses became deeper, more incessant. The grip Hyunjin had on Felix’s waist tightened and his lips parted, allowing Hyunjin more access to his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Hyunjin’s neck and tangled his hands in his long, damp hair, pulling at it lightly when Hyunjin began to lick into his mouth. He moaned quietly, barely taking into account that they were fully making out in a public bathhouse. They were lost in their own world. 

It was when Hyunjin began to nip at Felix’s bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, that Felix noticed a predicament between his legs. His breath hitched as Hyunjin began to pull him closer and he realized Hyunjin would be able to feel him . He would be able to feel that he was getting hard. In public. From making out. 

In an instant, he pulled away, Hyunjin’s hands falling from his waist. His lips were swollen and his pupils were blown and Felix wanted him more than anything but the wave of shame washing over him was stronger. “I–uhm, s-sorry,” he stuttered. He coughed a little, the rough, wrecked sound of his own voice startling him. 

“For what?” Hyunjin asked. Felix could have died right there from how Hyunjin’s own voice sounded. 

“I uh–I should go, I’m–”

“You’re what, Lixie?” Hyunjin asked, tilting his head. He moved closer, settling his hands on his hips again. 

“I–we’re in public Hyunjin, don’t make me say it,” Felix said with a pout. 

“So? Didn’t stop you from kissing me,” Hyunjin said with a smirk. Felix felt his dick twitch and he had to hold back a groan. No one should look so attractive smirking. 

“That’s–that’s different!” he insisted, his voice lowering to a stage whisper. 

“Yeah?” Hyunjin looked around. “No one’s looking at us.” Felix felt his hand sliding down his hip under the water, settling on his upper thigh. 

“Wh-what are you suggesting?” Felix asked. He felt like his heart had stopped pumping blood. Or the only place it was pumping blood was to his cock, which was steadily filling out. 

“I–I mean…” Hyunjin had the audacity to look a bit sheepish all of the sudden. “I know we’ve never gone past kissing. I know it's a boundary we have but… Lix, fuck. You’re so.” He licked his lips. “I want you. And I think it’d be really hot if I touched you right here. With all these people around. Not knowing what I’m doing.” 

Felix’s heart dropped to his stomach and then it dropped to his feet and straight through the floor. All the oxygen left his lungs. There was no way this was happening. No way. “You–holy shit,” he whispered. “I–here? You want me? Here ?” That was so wrong on so many levels but Felix couldn’t deny the arousal it sparked in his belly. 

“What do you think?” Hyunjin brushed his thumb over the jut of Felix’s hip bone and he shivered. 

Felix didn’t even have to think. If he did think, he’d find his brain no longer had the capacity to do that anyway. “Y-yeah. Yeah, okay,” he agreed, nodding his head. He looked around them again to make sure no one was looking. They were far enough away from everyone and the tub was big enough to give them a good amount of space, but he still wanted to be sure. “Touch me, Hyunjin, please.” 

Hyunjin’s expression darkened and he bit his lip as he slowly moved his hand to Felix’s cock. Felix bit his lip and quickly covered his mouth as he choked down a moan. Hyunjin’s fingers wrapped around his dick and the friction sent jolts of pleasure all through Felix's body. “Been thinking about this for a while,” he whispered. The water splashed a little as he began to move his hand up and down Felix’s shaft and Felix’s eyes widened when someone glanced over at them. They turned and whispered something to the person next to them and Felix felt his skin go hot all over. 

“Shh, just act like we’re not doing anything,” Hyunjin instructed. He twisted his hand up and Felix had to swallow down another moan. 

“C-can’t, Ji-Jinnie,” he choked. His hips jerked when Hyunjin moved his hand to thumb over the slit of his cock and more water splashed around him. He bit down on his hand and Hyunjin splashed him when the two people looked in their direction again. 

“Oh my gosh, don’t be like that,” Hyunjin said in an exaggerated tone, laughing softly afterwards. He gave Felix a pointed look and he inhaled shakily before splashing him back. Hyunjin stepped back a bit but still kept his hand on Felix. If anyone else looked at them in that moment, it wouldn’t look like anything out of the ordinary was going on. 

The two people looked away again. 

“F-fuck,” Felix whimpered quietly, bringing his hand back to his mouth. Hyunjin grinned as he twisted his hand again and Felix's abdomen tensed with the heat that coiled in his stomach. 

“Doing so good,” Hyunjin mumbled. “Wish I–fuck, wish I could fuck you here. Right where everyone could see you. You’d look so pretty. But only I’d get to touch you, right, Lixie?” he asked as he tightened his grip around the base of Felix’s cock. 

“Hnngh–” Felix groaned against his hand. He clenched his jaw and gulped. “That’d–” his voice came out raspy. “I’d–ngh–I’d like that.” 

“Shh, don’t be loud, Lixie. They’ll all hear you,” Hyunjin said. He pressed the tip of his finger into the slit of his dick and Felix jerked, taking in a sharp breath. His gut twisted, the knot pulled tighter, he was going to–

Oh fuck, he was going to come. His eyes widened and he quickly grabbed Hyunjin by the shoulder. “Hyunjin, I’m gonna–” he struggled to find the words and his cheeks burned. “I’m close,” he whispered. 

“ Fuck ,” Hyunjin mumbled, stopping his movements. “Well…as much as it’d be hot. You can’t–shit, I didn’t think of that.” 

“Showers,” Felix croaked. 

“Shit, good idea,” Hyunjin nodded. “Uhm–let's turn around so no one sees us when we get out.” 

Felix nodded and turned around to climb out and Hyunjin opened his mouth again. “Ah man, there’s still soap in my hair,” he groaned, definitely loud enough for someone to hear. Felix snapped his head to look at him and Hyunjin shrugged as he got out and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. “Gotta go back to the shower.” 

Felix looked at him incredulously and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, me too,” he mumbled. 

After that, they quickly made their way out of the bathing area. They made it to the showers with no further mishaps and no one looked at them along their way. If anyone had, they would have noticed the way that both of their towels were tented. 

Thankfully, there weren’t too many people in the showers, but there were still a couple so they chose a shower at the end. As soon as they were there, Hyunjin was on Felix again. Felix was still burning and he only felt hotter as Hyunjin kissed him, passionate and dirty. “Shit–can I eat you out, Lix?” he asked quietly. Felix’s breath caught in his throat. He nodded. 

“Yes, fuck, yeah,” he groaned. Hyunjin grinned and grabbed Felix by the hips to turn him around. He braced himself against the shower wall with his forearms and Hyunjin turned on the shower to block out any possible noises, then knelt down. He grabbed Felix’s ass cheeks and spread them apart, letting out a soft groan at the sight of his hole. Felix bit his lip and dropped his head between his arms. 

“You’re so sexy, Lixie, how can anyone be so sexy?” 

Chills went down Felix’s spine and he took a deep breath. “Could–could say the same about you, hyung,” he said. 

Hyunjin didn’t respond, instead he shoved his face between Felix’s cheeks and pressed his tongue against him, licking a fat stripe up from his perineum to his hole. Felix bit on his lip so hard it would probably bleed to keep himself from crying out. Fuck, fuck. 

He was good with his tongue, swirling the tip around Felix’s rim and licking it like it was his last meal. He sucked on his rim, quiet slurping sounds filling the shower stall. There was no way no one heard them. He pointed his tongue after a minute of just licking and sucking at his rim and pushed the tip inside, fucking Felix open on his tongue. Felix’s chest vibrated with a groan and his cock pulsed. “So good, Jinnie,” he managed quietly. Hyunjin hummed against his rim and the vibrations made Felix’s skin tingle. 

Hyunjin dug his fingers into his ass, his large hands covering him so fully that Felix was dizzy from it. He used his thumbs to spread his hole further so he could thrust his tongue deeper. His tongue fucked in and out of him and he groaned against Felix’s hole like he was getting pleasure out of pleasuring Felix. That only was bringing Felix to the edge again ridiculously fast. 

After a moment, Hyunjin carefully eased his thumb in alongside his tongue. Felix couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped out of his mouth and that only seemed to spur Hyunjin on. He licked into him with fervor and Felix’s legs shook. He could feel his muscles tensing and his hole clenched around Hyunjin’s tongue. “Hyunjin I’m–I’m coming,” he gasped. He barely had enough time to get a warning out before he reached his high and his cock spilled cum all over the shower walls. Hyunjin continued eating him out through his orgasms, only pulling away when Felix jerked and whimpered with sensitivity. 

Felix felt himself slipping a little against the shower wall but Hyunjin had just stood up and was quick to wrap his arm around Felix’s waist. “I got you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Felix’s shoulder. He helped him turn around and when he did, he was struck with how pretty Hyunjin looked. It was clear what he had just done with how swollen his plump lips were. It made Felix blush but he pecked his lips anyway. 

“You do that like a pro,” Felix said, chuckling. Hyunjin laughed, shaking his head. 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Maybe,” Felix said with a shrug. He glanced at the wall behind him and cringed. There was still cum staining the wall and the shower water would never reach it. “I feel kind of bad for whoever has to clean this… We’re gonna get fucking banned.” 

“It was so worth it,” Hyunjin said with a smirk. “Who knew my pretty angel Lixie would be as dirty-minded as me?” 

Felix scoffed. “I’m a gamer and you think I’m not dirty minded? You have a lot to learn,” he said, poking Hyunjin’s chest. 

Hyunjin’s smirk turned into a smile. There was a glint in his eyes that made a shiver run down Felix’s spine. “Well, I can’t wait to find out then.” 

Felix had a feeling he’d bitten off more than he could chew with his best friend, but honestly, that only made him more excited. A giddy smile broke across his face and he pecked Hyunjin’s cheek.

“You can find out more when we get back to the hotel. But let's get out of here before they find us and we get arrested.” 

Hyunjin laughed and nodded as they turned off the shower. “Good idea.” He followed Felix out as they gathered their towels and went to go grab their clothes. The smile never left Felix’s face.

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[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 16 - Gags

Ghost x Soap - 2.4k (on ao3)

summary: Simon lets Johnny fuck him, but not in the way he's expecting. (Johnny POV)

cw: topping from the bottom, handjobs, cock gag

Johnny tries to give Ghost his very best pathetic expression, his eyes wide and teary, even throwing in a few sniffles for good measure. His shoulders slope low, hands tucked between his thighs and over his hard cock.

“Please, Ghost?” He begs, looking up at his Lieutenant. “Promise I’ll be good, I’ll get you off as much as you want.”

Ghost snorts, shooting Johnny a look that says you’d do that anyway from his spot at the head of the bed. “I don’t think so, Johnny. Not sure I trust a dumb pup like you to know how to fuck me properly.”

Johnny whines at that, dares to inch  a little bit further up the bed. The leash tied to the bedpost tugs a bit, but Johnny ignores it. “Please, please? I can make you feel so good, I just know it. Won’t come until you say, yeah? I can fuck you good, Simon, please let me?”

Ghost sighs loudly, loud enough that Johnny knows he’s being dramatic intentionally, and loudly shuts his book. Johnny can’t help but perk up a little, shocked he’s getting more than a firm No and an order to curl up on the floor for the night.

“You want to fuck me?” Ghost asks, one eyebrow arches high.

“Yes,” Johnny nearly moans, leaning forward and almost choking himself in the process.

“Want me to stretch myself out for you?” Ghost hums. “Fuck myself on a few fingers so you’ve got a nice warm hole to get off in?”

“Please,” Johnny whines, hips twitching up into the air before he forces himself still. Good pups don’t hump, he already knows that.

“Hm.” Ghost gets a thoughtful look on his face, the one that always means either unimaginable pleasure or the absolute destruction of his hole. Most of the time, both. “Alright, Johnny. You can fuck me.”

Johnny can’t quite believe it - Ghost has never capitulated to his begging so quickly, especially not to something so far from their usual routine. Simon’s never shown an interest in bottoming, and Johnny’s usually too horny to care. It was only today, when a gif of a man being yanked by his leash while fucking someone came up on his Twitter timeline, that Johnny started to get a real urge to fuck Ghost for once.

“C’mere,” Simon sighs, standing and untying Johnny’s leash from the bedpost. He rubs Johnny’s head while retying it to the headboard, giving him a few nice scritches down his mohawk. “We’ll keep you up here for a bit, so you don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

Johnny whimpers a little at that, quickly kneeling and keeping his legs spread so he’s not hiding himself - Ghost hates when he tries to cover himself up, says Johnny shouldn’t try to hide what doesn’t belong to him.

Simon grabs a bottle of lube and settles himself in the center of the bed, just out of Johnny’s reach. He stacks enough pillows up to use as a sort of chair, leaning back and setting his feet so his knees are bent, then spreading wide. With the way he’s sunk down, Johnny’s got a clear view of both his half-hard cock and the tight furl of his asshole.

Johnny’s nearly panting by the time Ghost opens the lube, lathering up several fingers on his right hand. He’d be embarrassed about how needy he is already, but he knows Ghost likes it best when he’s out of his mind with want.

Sure enough, Simon huffs a laugh when he makes eye contact with Soap.

“You want a show, pup?”

Johnny whines, jerks his head in a nod, and tries to lean a little further forward.

“Calm down,” Ghost scolds. “‘M not letting you get anywhere near me when you’re acting like that. Be good.”

It’s hard, but Johnny settles back on his knees. He takes a few deep breaths as he watches Simon’s pointer finger slowly circle his hole, entranced by the way the slick lubs spreads. He’s given himself more lube than he’s ever once given Johnny.

Ghost puts on the show he’d promised, moaning even as just one finger slips in. He doesn’t bother going slowly, pushing all the way to the knuckle in one go and shifting in his spot as he does. He thrusts slowly in and out of himself, his free hand jacking his rapidly hardening cock at the same pace.

“Ghost,” Johnny whines when he keeps that same, glacial pace. “C’mon, I can do it for you, let me-”

“No.” Ghost shoots him an unimpressed look, even as he lines up another finger and starts to slowly push in. “I don’t trust overeager puppies with my hole. You just sit still, I’ll use you when I need to.”

They both make a sound at that, Ghost because he’s slipped another finger to the knuckle, and Johnny because he’s so hard he feels like crying.

Ghost doesn’t take long to stretch himself. He works up to three fingers, shifting his hand in a way that tells Johnny he’s looking for his prostate, going even more limp and letting his eyes shut as he moans once he finds it. Johnny can’t do anything but stare, entranced, as the little slick hole is slowly opened. He wants so badly to be inside of it, can hardly breathe past the urge to lunge forward and touch.

He holds himself back though, kneeling stiff and as silent as he can be. Which, to be fair, isn’t very silent at all - using all of his willpower on staying still leaves him whimpering and moaning almost more than Ghost.

Finally Ghost deems himself stretched enough, pulling his fingers out and leaning forward to wipe away the excess lube on Johnny’s thigh. Soap is quick to lean back, spreading his legs so his cock just straight into the air.

Ghost laughs at his eagerness. “On your back for me, pup, flat on the bed.”

It takes some finagling for Johnny to manage the command without choking himself, laying sideways across the bed with his feet hanging off the edge. 

Ghost appears above him a moment later, something black held in his hand. Johnny can only see the bottom of it from his angle, but he recognzies it as a gag.

He whines a bit. “Simon, please, wanna talk to ye.”

Ghost tsks. “You couldn’t shut up just while I was fingering myself, you’ll wake up everyone in a five mile radius if I leave your mouth empty for this. C’mon, open up.”

Johnny listens with minimal grumbling, teething lightly at the small rubber insertion as Ghost ties it around his head. The gag has an oddly shaped panel on the front, right over the mouth, but Johnny hardly notices.

That is, until Ghost pulls a dildo out from their bedside table. That has Johnny’s eyebrows furrowing, has him making a small noise of confusion past the gag.

Ghost laughs as he… attaches the silicone dick to the gag, somehow. “What, you thought I was gonna ride that little cock of yours? Johnny, it’s tiny. I wouldn’t even be able to feel that thing.”

That has Johnny whimpering, tearing up a little at the insult. Ghost pats his cheek once he finally gets the sex toy secured, shifting to kneel on the bed and then over Johnny’s torso, facing his feet.

“Aw, don’t be sad, pup. I’ll still ride your face, that way you can pretend you’re fuckin’ me, yeah?” The smirk Ghost throws over his shoulder, neck bent awkwardly to look down at Johnny’s face, is downright mean.

The worst part is that the cock strapped to his face is bigger than his own. Johnny isn’t small by any means, would even consider himself above average, but he’s not sure he’d be able to full wrap his hand around the thing standing tall and proud above him.

He tries to show his displeasure as Ghost inches back, reaching up to try and paw at the man as the only way to beg he’s got left.

Ghost scoffs as Johnny grabs at his wrists, quickly pinning them down to his stomach with one hand wrapped around both wrists.

“Don’t pitch a fit,” he growls, giving Johnny a warning squeeze that grinds the bones in his wrists together. “I still haven’t decided if you’ll come tonight or not, but behaving like this is making my decision easy.”

Johnny’s cry is loud enough to be heard through the gag, and he tries to make his body language as contrite as possible as he stares up at the tiny gape of Simon’s asshole. A little drop of lubs drips onto his nose and he flinches.

“Now, you just lay there and be good while I fuck myself. I’m being nice, huh? Not even making you do any of the work.”

Ghost’s free hand reaches back to spread one cheek, and Johnny pants as he watches the man slowly lower himself closer and closer to his face. It takes Simon a couple tries to get the head lined up at the right spot, working his hips forward and backward until he’s got just an inch inside of himself.

“Remember Johnny,” Ghost starts, giving his held wrists a light squeeze. “Stay still.”

Ghost slams himself down on the dildo, taking it in one long thrust and imediately leaving his weight on Johnny’s face.

He can’t help but panic a little, hands flailing as best they can. He forgets to breathe for a moment, scared that his nose is blocked by Simon’s ass. He can hear Ghost moaning above him, watches entranced as his hole struggles to take the large invasion. It’s nearly white from how far it’s spread.

Johnny moans at the sight, hips working fruitlessly against his will, desperate to feel the way Simon’s hole would milk his own cock.

Ghost gives himself plenty of time to adjust, rolling his hips just a bit and grinding against Johnny’s face. He’s not even really riding his mouth - if he were, Johnny would at least get to taste him. Like this he’s just stuck trying his best to breathe, watching Ghost’s hole take all it’s given.

Simon raises himself off the dildo slowly, leaning forward and leveraging himself by pushing further on Johnny’s stomach. He lifts himself almost entirely off, leaving just the head of the enormous dildo inside of himself, then slides back down just as slowly. Ghost and Soap both moan in tandem, one in pleasure and the other in need.

“That feels good, Johnny,” Ghost says on a sigh. “Might let you fuck me more often.”

Johnny’s whimper is sad and pathetic, but apparently just loud enough for Ghost to hear because there’s a scoffed laugh as Ghost begins to truly ride Johnny’s face.

He doesn’t speak as he finds his rhythm, and Johnny is left feeling more and more like just the dildo strapped to his face. His cock goes completelty ignroed, and the only point of contact he’s allowed with Simon is the grip on his wrists. He’s being used for Ghost’s pleasure, but not like he usually is - he’s doing nothing essentially just holding up something for Ghost to fuck. It leaves him with a weird mix of desire and self-pity.

Simon doesn’t seem even the slightlest bit concerned with Johnny’s emotional state, far more focused on getting himself on. He drops nearly his entire body weight on Johnny's face with each thrust, slamming his hips down and leaving Johnny unable to see anything but his ass. There’s a brief moment where Soap thinks that if Ghost were to lean any further back, he could very well break his nose.

He must be making himself feel good, with how loud he’s being. At some point he seems to find his own prostate, his moan hitching as he stills for just a moment before riding that exact spot continuously, a stream of pleasured sounds the only noise in their bedroom.

Merciufully, it doesn’t take Ghost long to come at all. Once he finds the right angle, it’s just minutes later that his hips start losing their rhythm, and barely a minute later Johnny hears the slick sound of a cock being jacked, then a splatter of come across his chest.

Soap is wide eyed and panting as Ghost rides through his orgasm, lifting enough that he’s only got the first few inches of the dildo inside of him, and instead focusing on rubbing himself off. Once he’s milked himself completely he fully pulls off with a moan, shifting to lay shoulder to shoulder with Soap.

With his hands left unrestrained, it takes every ounce of control Johnny’s got left to keep from reaching down and giving himself a few firm tugs. It wouldn’t take much at all, he knows he just needs a little bit of sensation to get himself off.  

But he doesn’t. He sits still, takes deep breaths through the nose, and stares up at the ceiling.

It doesn’t take long for Ghost to catch his breath. Once he does he levers himself up on one hand, looking down at Johnny’s teary expression. He strokes his cheek with one hand smiling softly, before reaching behind him to undo the gag.

“Did good for me, Johnny,” he praises. “Sat nice and still while you fucked me, good boy. You wanna come?”

“Ye-es,” Johnny chokes out as soon as the gag is gone, reaching up with one hand to desperately grip Ghost’s wrist. “Please, please, sir, I was good, I was-”

“I know,” Ghost hums, lacing their fingers together and using his free hand to get a firm hold around Johnny’s throbbing cock, stroking slowly. It’s dry and a little uncomfortable, but he moans from the pleasure nonetheless. “Good boys get rewards, you know that pup. Come whenever.”

He’d be embarrassed about how long he lasts if he had any room for thought in his brain, but Johnny’s so stuck on the delicious pleasure, the perfect stroke of Ghost’s hand, the eye contact that leaves him feeling vulnerable, he doesn’t care at all that he hardly lasts a minute.

He’s loud as he comes, so Ghost dips down and gives him slow kisses while he wrings the last stripes of come from him, licking into Johnny’s mouth and letting him do the same. The whole thing feels slow and good in a way Soap rarely gets to be with Ghost.

They’re both breathing heavily as Simon finally pulls back, a thin strand of saliva connecting them.

“There you go,” he purrs. “What do you say, puppy?”

“Thank- thank you,” Johnny pants, eyes falling closed as the pleasure makes his bones feel heavy, sinking deep into the comforter. “Thank you for letting me come.”

The smile is audible in Ghost’s voice as he praises, “Good boy.”

#kinktober 2023 #ghoap #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #bo writes #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #john mactavish x simon riley #soap mactavish x ghost riley #ghostsoap smut #ghoap smut #kinktober day 16 #kinktober

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 16: Royalty(Planet Queen)

warnings/kinks: royalty kink, Vegeta in heat, Planet Vegeta AU, slight degradation, fellatio, female masturbation, mentions of virginity. pairings: Prince!Vegeta x Fem!Saiyan!Reader word count: 1.4k tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem. @the-eternal-sunflower

You never really believed yourself to be anyone special. You fought as hard as you could just like the other Saiyans. You did your best to stay in line and try not to stand out too much. But someone took a liking to you, and now this is how you end up being the prince’s sparring partner. It’s something that you never believed would happen.

At first, he was as arrogant as ever. You treated him with so much kindness and remembered to be on your best behavior. He would tease you to no end, making you feel ashamed of yourself. You knew he could be spoiled, but you never imagined it to be so bad. You just swallowed your pride and sparred with the prince. You knew that if he got bored of you, he’d never want to spar with you again.

One day, he doesn’t show up to train. You aren’t sure what to expect. Vegeta always trains, every single day. He makes sure to let you know too. He won’t miss a chance to brag or to gloat. But today, he isn’t here. Nor is he there tomorrow. And the next day, he is also absent. You begin to get a little more worried than you’d like to admit.

So you inquire about him, but nobody wants to say anything to you. Everyone is afraid to invoke the wrath of the prince, and you understand that better than most. But you want to make sure he isn’t truly hurt…or worse. You make your way to the palace one day, with the intent on taking care of him if he is ill or he is injured.

It’s one of the handmaidens that lets you into his room. He’s on the bed, a layer of sweat coating his body. He looks so rough, and you can tell he is angry that you’re here. You make your way over to the bed and you kneel before it. The handmaiden leaves you both alone, and you begin begging for forgiveness.

“Please, my prince,” you say as you take his hand in yours. “I only wanted to see if you were alright.”

He scoffs at your actions but his cock twitches in his pants, “You’re the one who got me into this situation in the first place.”

You gasp, “What do you mean, my prince?”

This makes him groan. You’re worried he may be too weak to even have company right now. But something feels different. He’s looking at you with hunger in his eyes. His tail comes over and you shudder as it strokes you softly. Then it intertwines with yours. You hear him purring softly, and this other hungry sound rumbles from him.

“Can’t you tell?” He asks, and he pulls you onto the bed with him. “You’ve caused me to go into heat.”

Your cheeks redden, “N-no. That’s impossible, my prince.”

He grunts, “Love it when you call me that,”

Your cheeks are so red now. You’re embarrassed by all of this. How could you, a nobody, cause the prince to go into heat? You wonder how you could help remedy this situation. If you really are the cause of all of this, you know you need to rectify this problem. It makes you worry a little, considering you haven’t done a whole lot with anyone else. You’re still pure.

“What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to help your prince?”

You swallow hard, “Of course. I-I…just, uh don’t know what to do.”

“You’re still pure?” Vegeta spits out, his tone smug. You feel yourself wanting the bed to just swallow you up so you can disappear from the situation altogether.

You blink a few times, wondering if this is maybe all a dream. But no, it’s real. This is reality and not some dreamlike fantasy you’ve thought up to calm your feelings for the prince. You lean in closer to him, and he moans when your scent catches him off guard. You tell him how you are meant to be pure until your wedding day. He chuckles at your words, mocking how your values are outdated.

“Okay, but I’m the prince. And you caused this, so you better learn quickly.”

Your mouth gets dry, “Of course, my prince.”

He guides you to settle between his thighs. Vegeta’s mind is so clouded with lust that he can barely think of quips or insults to throw at you. Especially as he watches you settle so cutely between his thighs, and with your eyes so wide.

“Take off my pants,” he commands.

Your hands shake, but you do as he says. His cock slaps against his abdomen as it springs free from the confines of his pants. Your mouth waters as you watch it leaking, and you wonder what the clear precum might taste like.

“Don’t be shy. Take it into your hand,” his voice is a little too soothing. When you don’t react, he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards his cock. “Do as your prince commands.”

Even his size was so impressive and intimidating, and you weren’t sure what else to do now that his cock is in your hand. He places his hand on top of yours, and he begins guiding you to stroke him. Vegeta lets out a sexual moan as you begin your own clumsy pace. It feels so good to have the person who caused his heat to pleasure him. But especially that you don’t really know what you’re doing, you’re so innocent and so pliable. It turns him on.

“You’re a good girl,” he mumbles through breathy moans.

To say you’re aroused would be an understatement. You don’t know if you’ve ever wanted anything more in your life. You were so lucky to have the prince as a sparring partner, but to have him as your lover, it would be something you never could have conceived in your mind ever. You’re so excited, but you want to do your best for him. He is your prince, after all.

“Why don’t you put it in your mouth? Suck on it, hm?” His tone is no longer teasing, but instead he sounds like he is pleading a little bit.

“Oh! O-okay!”

He loves your eagerness. He was going to gloat and brag and be a tease this whole time, but he is way too horny to think about making you feel bad about learning how to fuck. He’ll be the only Saiyan allowed to touch you. You’ll become his wife, and then you’ll rule over the planet together.

You lean in, kissing and licking the slit of the tip of his cock. Vegeta hisses, and you back up at the sound. You’re afraid you might have hurt him. But one glance into his lust filled eyes, and you know you’re doing the right thing. Your lips wrap around the head of his cock before you feel his hands pushing down on your head. It’s not long before you are taking the rest of him into your mouth.

Once the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, you choke and sputter. You weren’t ready to take on something so thick into your mouth. But with some gentle coaxing from your prince, you find a rhythm that is suitable for you. You breathe through your nose and bob your head, and Vegeta is just enjoying watching you get more comfortable with your own sexuality.

“That’s it,” Vegeta grunts, “Pleasure your prince.”

You need to rub your thighs together for a little relief from all this sexual tension. You’re so aroused, you let your hand reach down between your thighs and you tease yourself through your spandex suit. Vegeta growls as he watches you slowly become his cockhungry slut. This is the greatest thing he could imagine happening to him. And the more you continue to suck on his cock and finger your little pussy, the closer he gets to the edge.

“Such a good little mouth. Bet your little pussy feels good too,”

You can only moan in response, which causes his cock to twitch in your mouth. Then you continue to suck him off, and you are sloppy about it too. All of this proves to be too much for Vegeta, who falls over the edge. He pulls you off his cock and strokes himself to completion. Ropes of hot cum hit your face and mouth, and soon you are covered in his seed. It’s a sight quite to behold.

“Good girl,” Vegeta says after he has caught his breath. “Now, let me breed you.”

#bacon.writes #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 16 #vegeta #vegeta x you #vegeta x reader #vegeta x y/n #vegeta x fem!reader #prince vegeta #prince vegeta x you #prince vegeta x y/n #prince vegeta x reader #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #vegeta smut #dragon ball smut #prince vegeta smut

[bucky-barnes-lover]

Kinktober day 16: Vaginal Fingering

Fic: Harry Styles

Harry Styles x Fem reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, Vaginal fingering, Proposal/Engagement, Poorly written smut.

746 w.c

This was supposed to be a Drabble but I got a bit carried away. Not proof read because I'm tired and it's 1 am so you'll just have to deal with the spelling mistakes/errors. P.S sorry if it's really bad

The lights flickered as I exited the stadium. Colourful feathers lay on the ground and glitter decked the seats. Happy chatter echoed throughout the building, however a couple silent tears didn't go unnoticed by me. I could tell everyone was really happy about seeing H perform his last show in Melbourne but I could also tell many of the fans were upset that the night had come to an end.

"Hi baby" I greeted, as I made my way to the dressing room at the back of the stadium.

"You sang so well tonight!" I exclaimed, planting a chaste kiss on his lips while I ran my hands through his brunette curls.

"Thanks Love, I'm so glad you could come and watch tonight." Harry admitted, returning my kiss.

Leaving him to get changed from his stage attire, I took a seat on a sofa nearby. Sarah came over to me, holding baby Scout, that she had left with her mum for the duration of the show.

"You played so well tonight Sarah" I enthused, earning a blush from the drummer.

"Thanks y/n. I'm so glad you could be here, At mine and Mitch's last show."

"I'm so sad you guys are leaving" I complained. Leaning over to give Sarah a hug and kissing baby Scout's face.

"Have fun on your break Sarah. We'll miss you here" I choked up before allowing a small sob to escape my lips.

A couple minutes later, after Sarah had scurried off to find Mitch, Harry came out of the dressing room. Dressed in a hoodie and trackies with a big smile on his face. He walked over to the sofa and took out a small velvet box out of his pocket. Kneeling down on the ground, he started,

"Y/n. You have been by my side ever since Fine Line. You have come to every single one of my Love On Tour shows in the past 3 years. You have supported me through my tough times and when I've been at my weakest. You love to cheer me on, and to make me happy. You bring the kind of joy into my world that nobody else ever has. And for this, I would love to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you with all my heart and soul. Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" He asked as he held back tears.

I didn't know how to react. Obviously I knew the answer but the proposal had come so suddenly, I never would've guessed it would be today. Without a second thought I screamed out,

"YES H!!" "I love you with all my heart! I would love to be your wife."

A small sob escaped my lips as Harry stood up, sliding the gorgeous rose gold band on my ring finger.

He leaned in, kissing my lips passionately. Applause erupted from around us, 'Congratulations' and 'I'm so happy for you two' were heard through all the noise.

A couple hours after the proposal, Harry and I had returned to our hotel room. He had just gotten out of the shower, and I was lying on the bed in some sexy lingerie. He walked over and lay next to me on the bed. Leaning in, I kissed his lips. Within moments, it had become a full on make out sesh. Harry was grabbing my hips and grinding himself into me, I was running short of breath but didn't pull away. Moans escaped the both of us as H slid his hand down to my panties and pulled them aside. Harry broke the kiss as he whispered in my ear,

"My god darling. So wet for me already."

Sliding a finger in through my folds. My brain fogged up as he started pumping in and out of my soaking wet cunt. Going harder and harder. Removing his finger then pushing it back in without warning.

My moans got more and more desperate, and the thought of release got me screaming his name.

"Oh, H! Please, harder!" I moaned. Harry's thumb started working my clit as he inserted a second finger. He caught my lips just as I was about to let out a loud moan. Relief washed over me as my orgasm hit.

"Good girl" He said as he removed his fingers.

Harry kissed my forehead and helped clean me up. He had another shower, but this time with me. Let's just say we had some more fun in the shower. 😏

#fandom harry styles #harry styles love on tour #harry styles headcanon #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #HarryStyles2023 #harry styles fanfic #kinktober day 16 #harry styles fandom #harry smut #Harry2023 #fine line #harrys house #harry styles hs1 #hs1 album #hs1 #eras #harry #lot2023 #love on tour #lot #hslot #harry styles x reader #fanfiction

[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: coriander

prompt: lap dance (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/chuck/joey (like blood from a stone)

word count: 4197

masterlist | ao3 🍎

The stripper pole in the back room of the house loomed in the shadows as if we had been haunted by a phantom. It had been some time since Chuck and I had our little rendezvous back there, and yet it still wormed its way into my mind. I found muse laying awake at night with the memory of it still intact: I could still feel it on my ass in particular. Whenever I rolled over onto my side, I rested my hand on my hip, and I felt the shape of my own body. Chuck had given me everything that I could ever ask for in that room, and yet I still wanted more out of it. I wanted the feeling a second time.

If only I could ask for it: it wasn’t as easy as it used to. We had married and everything seemed to be going excellent for us, but I needed something for the proverbial itch on the inside of my thighs. It only started to well up within me a couple of days before, when I realized that I couldn’t recall the last time he and I had a moment alone together. I wasn’t one to ask for much, but I found the feeling a little too much to bear when I gave it some thought. I never thought I could be able to extract the feeling out from me on my own rite, by the power of my own hand.

I needed to do something.

It was going to drive me crazy if I didn’t do anything.

It was the middle of the night when I finally picked myself up from the bed, and I sat on the edge of the mattress with my legs over the edge and my feet planted on the carpet below me. I wore nothing but a pair of little black shorts; I let my hair dangle down over my shoulders like I had just climbed out of the shower.

I peered over my shoulder to find Chuck’s silhouette right behind me, still sound asleep.

It was not only going to be for me but for him as well.

Careful not to wake him, I slid off the bed and stood still. He gently snored but never woke up. I let out a soft whistle and crept on out of the bedroom to the dark hallway. Joey was sound asleep in what used to be my old bedroom; all the while, I wondered what he would think of it. I knew that Chuck and I would have to tell him everything should he be included in the whole grand scheme of things.

The floor creaked underneath my feet, especially once I reached the top of the stairs. Through the darkness, I glanced down at my body: I was still very thin and toned, but I could feel the weight in my body, however. I needed to get down to that pole.

I gripped onto the banister as I strode on down to the ground floor. The butterflies danced in my stomach as I made my way to the back hallway and that room there. 

I flicked on the light, and I squinted my eyes from the sudden wash of golden light over me. The pole still remained in place in the far corner of the room like the Holy Grail. I strode on over to it, and every step I took I had a bit of swagger.

I rested my hand on the side of the pole: still smooth and polished from the first round.

I ran my other hand down my chest and onto my stomach. I had that energy within me, that feeling that I was all too familiar with, and all I needed was a cue of sorts. All I needed was the sensation down my legs from the sway of my hips. I held onto the pole with one hand, and I spread my feet apart. I raised my ass up into the air so I had a bit of a stretch to the backs of my legs. I closed my eyes and pictured Chuck behind me.

Both Chucks behind me.

Their hands on my bare ass and down my legs, and I could stand there with my legs open so they could see me. For a moment, I had become the tiny dancer in their hands. I could never be the full male stripper but I could sway and show off everything like it was no one’s business.

I stood upright, still with my feet spread apart and my hair still curled over my shoulders like the tendrils of a weeping willow. I kept my hand down on my thigh, and I moved it over to the crotch of my shorts.

A sweet caress was all I needed, and I could do it in front of them.

I nodded my head, and I had to do was think of a plan for the next day. As far as I knew, Joey could join in on the fun as well. I made my way out of there but I kept the light on to show me the way into the kitchen so I could fetch a drink of water.

I once again kept a hand on my stomach as I drank down the glass of cold water. I had the feeling within me in all its glory.

I returned to the bedroom, where Chuck was still sound asleep. I crawled back under the covers without a single stir from him.

The next thing I knew, I awoke to the sound of him chuckling at something. I opened my eyes and rolled over to find him there next to me, but he had already climbed out of bed. Nothing better to do than to improvise it all from that moment forth.

I ran my fingers through my hair and put on a clean shirt: I stayed barefoot, and I kept the shorts on as well. When I surfaced out to the hallway, I spotted the bedroom door slightly ajar. Joey was awake, but as far as I knew, he was downstairs with Chuck and they were laughing it up over a cup of coffee. I had a ping of jealousy within me at the mere thought of that, but then again something told me that he perhaps experienced the same ping of jealousy whenever he saw me with Chuck from Florida. It was only a matter of feeling that I could not deny for anyone ever, but it was there with me, nevertheless.

I peeked through the open door to find Joey there by the vanity mirror with what appeared to be an old hairbrush in hand: he sat there perched upon an overturned five-gallon bucket even though I knew there were a few stools downstairs in the basement that he could use for the mirror there. But I peeked in there, and he bent forth as if to pick up something from the floor underneath his feet.

It took me a second to realize that he was looking right at me.

“Alex?”

“Hey.” I nudged the door open and cracked him a smile. “What’re you doing?”

“I was gonna brush my hair really nice to where I could look good for rehearsals today but… this is such an old brush and my hair is so thick and kinky from all this moisture here in the Bay Area, that I don’t know if I can do it.”

I licked my lips, and I moved in closer to him. I stood right behind him: I couldn’t explain it but I had a feeling within me that told me I was going to have to put on a show for him prior to the actual show itself. It was right then I remembered that we all had rehearsal later that day, and thus I knew in my heart that I was going to have to improvise for real over that day.

“Let me brush your hair for you,” I offered him.

“You,” he started with a smirk at me through the mirror reflection before him, “want to brush my hair for me.”

“I do, yes,” I insisted. Joey showed me a sweet little smile, and he handed me the hairbrush for me. Slowly, he turned around on the bucket for a quick look back at me: Chuck’s hearty laughter caught my ear right then, and I knew I had to make it quick. Indeed, the brush had seen some better days: as long as he looked good for later that day.

And as long as he looked good for me as well.

I reached that crown of curls upon his head, and with each stroke of his hair, I flicked my wrist which in turn gave him more of a fluff to those top curls especially. I was going to make these two guys look good for me no matter what I did between right then and when the rehearsals came about. There was a point where, when I brushed his hair, I swayed my hips a little bit. I had very little tie to Joey whatsoever, but I could sense that he liked it, especially once he flashed me a little smirk at one point. I was the stud, and he acted as nothing more than my prey.

I had those little shorts on, and it was a crazy idea, but I had the inclination to take a seat right on his lap once I had cleared the crown of his head and worked my way down towards the ends once again for a final touch. I could take a seat in his lap and entice him for what I had in mind for later on that day. I snickered to myself and shook my head.

“What?” he asked me.

“Nothing,” I quipped, and I continued on towards the hair over his left shoulder.

“Ow!”

“Sorry—that was a little too hard.”

“You're telling me—ouch.”

“You've got this little knot here—I get 'em all the time, too. They're the really painful ones.”

“You? You get those?”

“Oh, yeah. You don't think my hair gets all tangled up every now and again?”

“You take such good care of your hair, I never would have guessed it,” he confessed.

“You and I have similar hair, Joseph,” I assured him as I carefully knocked on that tiny knot the size of my pinky nail. He grimaced from the feeling, but then I had it cleared.

“You know, I actually like me a little bit of pain,” he said in a low voice, to which I hesitated, and I held my face right next to his so I could look right into his eyes.

“Do you now?” I teased him. “A little pain like... my nails down your back?”

“I'll never tell,” he teased me back, and he flashed me a wink. I parted my lips and raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, it got interesting.

“Joey? Alex?” Chuck's voice floated up the stairs.

“Wonder what's going on,” I muttered. “I'm pretty much done here, anyway.”

“I would hope so,” Joey chided, and then I tugged on his hair again to stop him right in his tracks. I set the brush down before him, and I doubled back to the door. Chuck surfaced up the stairs with his eyes gleaming.

“Hey, you,” he greeted me.

“Hey—what's going on?”

“Chuck just made all of us breakfast, I was wondering when the two of you sleepy heads would come on down.”

“Breakfast?” Joey's high pitched squeak caught us both off guard.

I couldn't stop thinking about it over breakfast, the way that I wanted to entice the two of them. I had no reason in particular as to why I wanted to do it, other than to exert my own power over the two of them: I had been dominated and had my heart entrenched in my own insecurity up to that point. For me, it was only due time before I overcame it all and came into my own. I downed my coffee and relished every bite of Denver omelette before I returned to the bedroom for a change of clothes for the rehearsals. I knew I wasn't going to have enough time for it between that point and then, but I could maintain the face of improvisation in the meantime, however.

I stood there in my bedroom with my shorts down around my ankles and my shirt and my underwear on, and I wondered what it was that I would wear to that, but then again, I couldn't stop thinking about the room.

The pole beckoned me.

I needed to do it.

Chuck needed me to do it.

I could do it as long as Chuck from Florida could give me another round as well.

All I needed was a half an hour. Just a half an hour and I could cut the two of them loose to do whatever they pleased. As long as I got my own satisfaction.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and that was when I caught the sound of Joey laughing in his bedroom. I hitched up my shorts, and I strode down the hall to see what was the matter.

I peeked into the bedroom again to find that Joey himself was laying on the bed with his legs wide open and a magazine over his body.

He was preparing himself. He knew what was going on.

I had to change my plans and act.

But before I could do anything further, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find Chuck right behind me with some clothes hoisted over his shoulder. I swallowed, and my heart sank. My mind went blank and Joey's huffing and puffing in the next room did very little to change that fact.

“Joey,” Chuck called past me.

“Huh?”

Without a moment's hesitation, he bustled past me into the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of the black suit over his shoulder, and it took me a second to realize that it was a latex body suit.

“I need you to stop whatever it is that you’re doing and I need you to put this on for me,” he told Joey; he then turned to me and gestured for me to come into the room. I swallowed again and gingerly padded in there; I shifted behind the door with my gaze locked onto the two of them. I ran my fingers through my hair again, that time to nudge the plume of gray away from my eyes: all too unruly at times, especially after breakfast. I stood there and watched Joey put on the latex suit: the stretchy black seams hugged the shape of his body as if it had been made for him. Every piece of it stretched over his sinewy thighs and his slender little body, and the hems hugged his wrists and his ankles just right. It accentuated him in all the right places.

He adjusted the collar of the suit, and then he turned to me. Chuck then directed his attention back towards me with a sly smirk on his face.

The butterflies were going crazy inside my stomach.

“Why are you two staring at me like this,” I asked them in a low voice.

“And you,” he declared with a gesture towards me.

“Me?”

“Put this on—” He handed me a little leather jacket that looked to be a bit too small for me.

“Why?” I asked him.

“Because I asked you to,” Chuck insisted; his voice was low and quiet, and I thought I had an idea as to what was going on there.

“Even with my shorts on?” I asked him.

“Even with those shorts on.”

I swallowed, and I really yearned for another glass of water, that time to wash down the coffee and scrambled egg aftertaste as well as any other feeling that ran through me right then. I put on the jacket and adjusted the lapels: I gave my hair a quick swish and I gazed on at the two of them. Two very attractive Native American men who looked on at me as if they were waiting for me.

They were waiting for me to do something.

I ran my tongue along my upper lip, and I took a step back towards the edge of the door.

“Where do you think you're going?” Chuck demanded. I never said a word. I knew what was going on. I backed out of the bedroom into the hallway, to which the two of them stood to their feet and followed me.

“And just where do you think you're going, Alex?” Chuck repeated it. I backed up to the stairs and stood there.

“Don't you even think about it,” he quipped to me, but much to his chagrin, I was very much thinking about it. I nibbled on my bottom lip, and I ducked down the stairs. I needn't look over my shoulder to know that they were following me.

Well, that was bad news for them because I had the nimble feet, and Joey had no idea about the existence of the pole in that back room. I couldn't help but let my tongue hang out of my mouth like the filthy dog I was meant to be. I ran into that room in question, whereby I flicked on the light, only to find that I had forgotten to turn it off when I went back to bed. I turned back towards the door where the two of them skidded up to the threshold and looked on at me with a look in their eyes that told me they wanted it.

I adjusted the lapels of the coat again, and I backed up to the pole.

“So, it was you who left the light on in here,” Chuck said in a low voice. “I asked Chuck from Florida about it and he knew nothing about it.”

“So the jig is up,” I concluded. “They know about this room, don't they.”

He ran his tongue along his bottom lip, and I could only take that as a “yes”.

“You know what? Just for that…” I reached behind me for the pole, to which I let my fingers curl around it. I leaned back but I kept my feet place so they could see my belly, and my chest, as well as my hip bones.

“He hits that thing, and he turns into a porn star,” Chuck explained to Joey.

“Let's see, shall we?” he suggested, and he skirted into the room right then.

“You still have that body glitter, Chuck?” I asked him.

“It's in your pocket, Alex,” he told me, and I reached into my coat pocket for that little jar of body glitter. I unscrewed the lid for a small finger full, and I rubbed it across my chest, all inside of the hair on my chest. I tucked it back into the jacket pocket with my free hand, and then I ran my fingers through my hair so it could be in the roots. I stepped back and held onto the pole. I hooked one leg around it so he could see the back of my thigh. I slid around it and locked eyes with him, to which he took his seat there on that little stool before me.

I slid around the pole again, that time with a flick of my hair so he could have a full view of the glitter embedded within.

“Oh, my god,” he breathed out. I gave the pole another spin, and then I parked myself right on his lap, right on top of that black latex.

“How do you want it, my little Indian?” I asked him.

“Give me all you got,” Joey whispered into my ear. Careful not slide off, I gyrated my hips across his lap. The latex squeaked underneath me but it felt good on my skin. I could ride it as if one of us wore a rubber for a moment alone, even though Chuck was standing right there right behind us. I let my hip bones do the talking, and a part of me told me to take the shorts off.

Take the shorts off, followed by my underwear. Indeed, I stood up and I dropped my shorts for him. Joey held still as I nudged my underwear down my legs as well, and then I returned to my seat on his lap. I gyrated on him some more, to which he tilted his head back a bit; I glanced back for a look into his face and the parting to his lips as well as the drooping to his eyes. Indeed, I could feel him rising against my bare ass.

It didn't long for me to get him going.

And all the while, the latex felt better on my skin now that I had more down upon him. I leaned into his face for a kiss on the lips, and then I stood up again. My hair sailed all around me like the tentacles of an octopus, and then I set my hands upon the crown of my head. I lifted my gaze to Chuck, who was still in the doorway.

“Come on in,” I beckoned him. “A little show before rehearsals.”

“I'll say.” Joey shook his head and clambered to his feet so Chuck could have a seat, but I wasn't so apt to give him a lap dance just yet. I lowered my arms and placed my hands to my bare hips. I nudged part of the jacket back so he could see my hipbone as well as my waist.

“So, you knew that I left the light on in here,” I said with a slight gyration of my hips.

“Yeah.” He smirked at me, and then he lowered his gaze down to my hips as well as my package. He pursed his lips and squirmed in his seat.

I couldn't help myself. I reached down and fondled myself with one hand.

“Yeah, I did,” he replied again, and then he gaped at me. I stuck one finger into the tip, which tickled me like the dickens. I shuddered and let out a low whistle as I was going to be as hard as a rock within a few seconds. I caressed myself down with the light stroke of my fingers, and that alone was enough to make me breathe harder.

He shifted his weight in the chair as if he wanted to leave, but I wasn't going to let him out so fast.

“I don't think so,” I quipped, and then I turned to Joey. “Hold him down for me.” Before Chuck could do anything, Joey put his arms around his shoulders and held him down to the chair. I licked my lips and twirled around with my hair fanned out.

So much for brushing Joey's hair.

I took a seat on Chuck's lap, and I did the same thing to him. I bore down harder because I knew he liked it a little bit hard and firm. Hard and firm, just like me.

I raised my arms over my head so I could do it with no hands, and I could feel him firming up inside of his denim jeans. I glanced down to find that I, too, was about to let loose given the small clear pearls collected at my tip.

“I'm gonna come in my pants,” he grunted out. “I'm gonna do it!”

I let my tongue hang out as I slowed it down a bit, a little swipe across his lap to which I stood up a bit and then took my seat again. A little pendulum effect that would give my knees what for.

“Oh, god,” he groaned out. I finally glanced back at him to find that Joey had his hands around his neck. That was my cue. I stood up again after the next swipe, and then Joey and I leaned in to either side of his face for a simultaneous kiss. Chuck closed his eyes and let out a low growl that sounded like one of his death growls. Joey finally let go of him, and I stood back and ran my fingers through my hair. I was feeling warm, but at least I wasn't sweating bullets.

I glanced over at the door to find Chuck from Florida smirking at me. I returned the favor to him as I stooped forward and picked up my shorts and my underwear from the floor.

The Chuck whom I married meanwhile, panted and bowed his head from the feeling. I sauntered over to the door, which was a bit difficult given I still had a hard on, but I knew a little swipe of my hand and a couple of tissues could fix that.

“Quite the show the two of you did just now,” he told me with a twinkle in his eye.

“It was a cinch,” I assured him with a wink. “Do you have a tissue I could use?”

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[vampyrewriter]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rowena MacLeod/You Characters: Rowena MacLeod, Reader Additional Tags: Dom Rowena MacLeod, Witch Rowena MacLeod, Public Humiliation, POV Female Character, Lust Potion/Spell, Churches & Cathedrals, Vaginal Fingering, Public Hand Jobs, Exhibitionism, Mildly Dubious Consent, Finger Sucking Series: Part 14 of 0zym4nd14s Kinktober 2023 Summary:

You're not sure why Rowena is taking you to church, until you start to feel the effects of the spell.

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[dddomenstarstwst1]

Day 16: Temperature play — Leo Tsukinaga

Warnings: sub!Leo, dom!gn!reader, wax play, nipple play, blindfolding, bondage

A burning sensation envelops Leo's body, when the wax drops on his stomach. Deep red smears on the skin, leaving a wonderful painting behind. Crackles fill the room, mixing with slow breath and gasps of pleasure.

He can't see you, which only adds fuel to the fire in his chest, he tries to reach you, but the rope holds his hands in place. Leo whines, struggling whenever another drop of wax lands on his skin.

"Can't handle it, can you? Too hot for you?" He nods, squirming, but you ignore his attempts to stop, "Wasn't it your idea, though? You gotta take it all. Otherwise, it wouldn't be interesting in the slightest."

Leo tugs at the ropes, when the hot wax drops on his thighs, making them twitch. You can see saliva spill from the corners of his mouth, stomach muscles tensing every other second. Your free hand slides up Leo's chest, thumb rubbing his nipple, as he keeps gasping for air.

"Sensitive much up there? All the better!" You play with his chest, eliciting pretty sounds from him. The boy trashes his head on the pillow, blindfold completely soaked with tears. He tries to form a sentence, but with the way you abuse his pecks he can only whimper in return.

"You're not gonna cum, are you? Because if you are, then it's going to be a problem." Leo shakes his head in disagreement, toes curling, "I haven't had enough fun with you. Gotta play a bit more, hm? Let's try something a bit colder..."

"...The night is still young after all."

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[thecandywrites]

Kinktober Day 16- Anal Sex

Again, I knew I had to go full Final Fantasy XV Magic and Miracles Modern AU on this one. I mean. Come on. Noctis and Ignis don't get the love they deserve. I knew, the moment I saw this prompt this was going to be thier time to shine. Also like I had to go full- back story on how they're married with kids now. So there's some love, sweet fluff and heartache- which for as much as Final Fantasy characters suffer- it's kind of par for the course. But at least Noctis and Ignis get to live happily ever after in my AU. (sticks tongue out at Final Fantasy because I may or may not be petty and spiteful. Also CAN WE PLEASE JUST FIND AN ENDING AND STICK TO IT PLEASE?!)

Again, a billion and a half thank you's to @starsandskies for her Kinktober prompts. You're a lifesaver. hopefully I can kick a few of these out rapid fire and try to catch up on my two weeks behind thing. Enjoy.

Kinktober Day 16- Anal Sex

“Ignis…” Noctis groaned as his husband slowly sunk his cock into Noctis’ wide, gaping and eager hole as the lube allowed Ignis’ cock to slide right in and seat itself to the base, but only for Ignis to slowly and practically tortuously pull it right back out until just the tip remained inside before slowly stroking his own cock back into Noctis. Ignis reached around to Noctis and wrapped his hand around his husband’s cock and began to stroke it in time with his own going in and out of his husband. 

“Shh..you’ll wake Jax up.” Ignis whispered into Noctis’ ear because their adopted son was in his crib. Jaxon wasn’t even a whole year old yet but was fast asleep in the crib on the other side of the room while his big sister Alexis slept in the nursery next to her parent’s room. Noctis simply pillowed his face into his pillow to keep any more noises from escaping him and waking up their son who they had adopted with his bigger sister when Jax had been abandoned at the hospital. 

10 months prior- 

Gladio was investigating a call that there was an abandoned child in a trailer at- in his opinion, a rather infamous trashy trailer park. Gladio’s shoulders sagged when he drove into it since was a regular and usual stop for him because of all the criminal activity and domestic abuse that happened here among the residents. He met the park manager- Dan. And when they both approached the trailer in question- to Gladio's horror, the door wasn't even locked or shut all the way. And it was getting to be winter and already kind of chilly and there was clearly no heat in this place.

Gladio and Dan went inside and searched and Gladio called out for the little girl- Lexi- since Dan told him that was the little girl's name- in the same tone he used for his own little ones he had at home. But there was no answer. But his senses told him that he was not alone in here and that this little girl had to be hiding among the trash that seemed to litter among the floor. Even Dan tried to say he had come to bring food for her again as he had a box of cookies this time already open and in his own hands. But she wouldn't come out of her hiding spot, wherever it was.

"Who rents this lot?" Gladio asked.

"Well a Brittanylynn's been paying the rent but she's not paid it in I don't know how long, and no one else has paid it for her for the last few months. But I've heard Little Lexi cryin for her mama but no one's seen any sign of Brittanylynn for days. And half the neighbors are usually high or stoned or whatever to notice much of anything or give half a shit." Dan answered.

"But that Brittanylynn is as white as a snowflake but she has all sorts of "visitors" of every color under the sun come over and they usually pay the rent for her when they leave the place. And I know she's been expectin', but may the Lord have mercy on that baby. Because that thing will be addicted to crack and meth and who knows what else when it comes out. And I tried callin all the hospitals, sayin I'm her pops but they ain't been tellin me nothin and I've been trying to leave what I can for Little Lexi from the local church's food pantry but she won't come out or let me or anyone else really see her, but she'll snatch up the food after dark in a heartbeat and then run and hide again and when I come back, all there will be is the wrappers. I tell you what, some women should never be mothers and Brittanylynn is one of em', she has no business being a mama because the thing is more concerned about getting high than anything else and sell anything and everything she can get her hands on for it too. I'm surprised she hasn't tried to sell Little Lexi honestly." Dan added.

Gladio's stomach sank as he could just shake his head. Because he didn't care if he had to take this little girl home with him tonight and his own little ones would just have another sister, there was no way he was leaving this trailer without Little Lexi either being in his own arms or the arms of someone who would care for her the way she deserved to be. Because obviously the system was failing this little girl and had been all her life and he didn't care what hoops he would have to jump through. This was intolerable and he could only hope and pray Brittanylynn would come back home just so he could arrest her, but only after she could get her daughter out of wherever she was hiding.

This place looked like it hadn’t been cleaned it at least a decade and smelled downright disgusting. Especially since there were piles of feces on the floor which made Gladio think there must have been a pet in here too.

"So what kind of dog does she have?" Gladio asked.

"Oh she aint got no pets. She can barely afford to feed herself, much less Little Lexi. I can tell when she's suffering from withdrawls tho- cause she screams at Little Lexi and does God knows what to her. Child Protective Services have already been out here and after her but the problem is no one is willing to take Little Lexi, all the orphanages are full and all the usual foster parents aint got the room for her either. Little Lexi, is probably short for probly Lexus or something like that, just like people name their kids Porche, and Mercedes or things like that. But I ain't seen no animal comin around this trailer. But that don't look like no dog or cat I can...oh Lord. No. If that ain't comin from an animal, it must be comin from Little Lexi." Dan answered as he realized it just as he was saying it.

Much to Gladio's horror and Dan's- there was no pet. And judging from the size of the feces, Gladio’s heart broke as his gut lurched that a baby, perhaps a toddler had literally shit on the floor. There was no food to speak of in the house, but there were dirty diapers that seemed scattered but not any unused ones to be seen as he feared if she was wearing some kind of pull up, she must have had diaper rash something awful too.

But wrappers of the ready to eat food that the manager had left for Lexi and other stuff from what Gladio could only think was from Brittanylynn. And what was in the refrigerator was growing at least 5 kinds of mold and practically was growing legs to walk itself out of the refrigerator. Gladio was calling every number he had of Child Protective Services, EMT's, the Fire Department and friends and familiy for help on finding this poor little girl who was somehow still hiding in this house somewhere. 

He finally heard little whimpers which led him to a closet and when he went to open the door, he saw a whole that looked like it had been kicked in and little fingers holding up a board to cover the little child hiding in the hole. 

“It’s ok Little Lexi. I’m here. I’m not gonna hurt you. I swear and promise I will not hurt you. Are you ok?” Gladio asked in his most gentle, patient tone he had before the fingers disappeared and the board slid down to reveal a little toddler literally shaking in fear and peeing herself in the wall. Gladio could do nothing but cry as his imagination tormented him about who had hurt this little baby and what they had done to her. He couldn’t tell if it was dirt or bruises on her skin but he feared it was layers of both. And he wanted to kill the parents as he unfortunately had to document this and take her picture as evidence. 

“Is Lexi your name? What’s your name?” Gladio asked as he could tell Lexi was practically hyperventilating as she balled herself up between the studs in the wall.  

“Lexi? Is that your name?” Gladio asked before the little girl nodded but otherwise tried to put herself in such a way that she could not be pulled out of that hole. 

And no matter what Gladio or Dan did or the first responders did, even Tredd came with the Fire Department and while Lexi would talk to him a little bit more, she still screamed anytime anyone even reached for her and none of them could coax her out as several people went to every place that sold food and bought every food item they could think of to lure Lexi out but she would only reach for the food and immediately pulled the food back into the hole with her to eat it but otherwise, was too quick for anyone to grab ahold of her arm to pull her out.

Gladio was at his wit's end and called in everyone he could to come and help him and get this poor little girl the hell out of here and sent a huge group text to all of his friends about it.

But only several hours before, when Noctis came into work, he was checking in with his adopted mother Sylva who owned Miracles Hospital along with Ravus, Luche and Ignis- when a nurse came in to report that one of the mothers that had given birth at Miracles Hospital had fled during the night and left behind the baby during shift change.

So Noctis immediately went to the nursery with his mother and his husband Ignis to see the baby in question. Noctis didn’t need to be asked or told, but simply jumped in and went into the nursery and asked how he could help them care for the little baby who had yet to even get a name. Noctis practically planted his feet like a tree in that nursery and picked the baby boy up who was crying his little head off before the nurses put morphine into his formula and informed Noctis that it was clear the baby’s birth mother was addicted to drugs, but they weren’t sure until the blood work could come back which one, or in her case- multiple drugs- it was but the baby was showing the classic signs of being addicted to opioids and that was standard practice. 

So Noctis took his business jacket off, took his tie off, and took off his dress shirt to reveal just an undershirt because he didn’t want his cologne he had sprayed on his outfit to upset the baby boy. Then he took that baby boy into his arms and sat down in the rocker they had in this nursery. He and everyone else had helped Gladio and Luche enough when their babies were born to know how to feed and care for a baby, and Noctis immediately slipped into the role of a father.

Sylva knew that Noctis was probably not going to be leaving this hospital without that baby boy as she went ahead and helped Noctis and Ignis with the paperwork of taking custody of the abandoned baby, if not as the baby’s parents, but at the very least, foster parents. But by the time Gladio’s call came in, Noctis and Ignis were still in the nursery trying to help the nurses with Jaxon’s bottle feeding since Noctis had practically fallen in love with the baby boy as a father, because he couldn’t fathom how anyone could abandon such a precious little thing as Ignis too was happy to follow his husband into fatherhood. Noctis was not keen on anyone but Ignis or his mother from taking that baby out of his arms as his adopted mother Sylva simply smiled knowingly as she was still filling out paperwork for Noctis to go ahead and adopt that baby in his arms when Noctis, Ignis, and Sylva’s phones all went off from Gladio. 

“I’ll go.” Ignis insisted before he kissed Noctis and Jax’s head and then Sylva’s cheek and went to the address Gladio texted him and when he came in, he saw a group of cops, paramedics, firefighters and social workers all grouped in a bedroom around a closet. 

“What’s going on?” Ignis asked. 

“There’s this little girl in there, her name is Lexi. She’s barely a toddler, she’s not wearing anything but she’s crammed herself into a hole in the closet and while she’ll take food from us, she won’t come out for anyone and we’re afraid to get her from the other side of the wall just in case she could get hurt.” Gladio informed him. 

“Because I don’t want to try to saw around her on the backside since the other side of that wall is the outside of the trailer. And even just in case I accidentally nick her skin with the saw blade. She is clearly traumatized, I don’t want to add to it.” Tredd offered since he was on the firefighter squad that got called in too and while he had gotten the farthest with her so far and Lexi would take food from him and say a few things to him, that's all he could get. Everyone had tried and failed so far.

Ignis did a double take on who the mother was supposed to be. 

“Guys. This is the same woman who just abandoned her newborn son at the hospital last night. She barely filled anything out on her paperwork. She didn’t even give the baby a name and who knows about the biological father and right now he’s being treated for infant addiction to crack cocaine and meth.” Ignis revealed as his own heart broke as did theirs as they gave each other meaningful looks. 

“Ok, let me try to get her out. I'll see if I can use her baby brother at the hospital to entice her out.” Ignis offered before he came over to where she was and slowly opened the door to the closet and found the hole that looked like it had been kicked into it as this poor little girl was wedged between the studs but eating the cookie she had been given as he knelt down in front of her. 

“Mama had her baby.” Ignis tried to tell her. 

“New baby? Big belly baby?” She finally asked. 

“Yeah, he’s at the hospital, do you want to see him?” Ignis asked as she nodded. 

“Then come on, let's get you cleaned up and dressed and go to the hospital to see him, ok?” Ignis offered as he gently reached his hand out to her and smiled sadly when she- oh so hesitantly reached out to him as he simply let her use his arm to help herself get out of the wall and readily wrapped a blanket around her before she came into his arms. 

That single act of trust from her- surprised Ignis as he was practically overcome with emotion as that same sense that Noctis had felt earlier soon came to him too. His own instincts kicked in and screamed at him that this was now his daughter. And when the social workers tried to reach for her, his heart broke when this little girl clung to him for dear life and screamed and cried that she didn’t want anyone but Ignis to touch her, let alone hold her. And he could not let her go when she cleary did not want to leave him. And in response, instinctively held her fast to his own chest. 

“She needs medical attention. I’ll ride with her in the back of the ambulance.” Ignis insisted and Gladio and Tredd practically cleared a path while Tredd jumped into the back of the ambulance with him so he could help give her any medical attention himself as she seemed to be ok with his presence but because Gladio was in his police officer uniform, she did not like him simply based on that. But something about Ignis drew her to him, and him to her in turn. 

Ignis got into the back of the ambulance and had to simply try to coax this little girl to recieve a check up and make sure she didn’t have any injuries other than being incredibly dirty as Tredd’s jaw clenched when he tried to wash some of the dirt off only to find there were bruises under the dirt as he happily gave Gladio a rundown of what he had found so that Gladio could arrest at least the mother for child endangerment and child neglect and child abuse to her charges and once they could do some blood work, see if anyone in the database turned up as her biological father before Gladio tried to look up any next of kin. But everyone he called denied being related and denied any ties to either Brittanylynn or her daughter Lexi.

 Once at the hospital, Ada, Selena and Pashmina were there, all of them with huge bags of clothes and diapers as Ada and Pashmina especially went into mom mode as they quickly took him to a birthing suite as it took Ada, Selena and Ignis together with the social workers there to oversee as they very gently washed this little girl as Ada, Selena and Ignis were all teary eyed when they saw all the filth fall off of this girl while Pashmina put together clothes for the little girl and get diapers and pull ups ready too along with a huge array of hair products since Lexi was mixed race so her hair would need special products to accommodate her hair. 

But once Lexi was clean, Ada got more pictures of her clean, but otherwise cut and bruised little body and sent them to Gladio so he would have “proof” besides the pictures he had already taken of the state of the apartment along with the social worker and the child protective services person who had stayed behind to document the state of the house with him. 

Lexi let Pashmina and Selena dress her after Ada finally was able to get something of a diaper on her, all while she stayed in Ignis’ arms. Lexi was surprisingly good to let Pashmina detangle her hair and try to condition it the best she could. And once Lexi was clean and dressed, Sylva had come into the room to see Ignis holding her and got caught up about what had happened and what Ignis had done to get her to come out and what Ignis had found when he got there which broke Sylva's heart as she immediately texted her other assistants to get more paperwork so that Ignis and Noctis could take custody of Lexi too.

Sylva insisted that her son and his husband were perfectly capable and prepared to at the very least- to foster them and handed the social worker and the child protective service agent that had come to the hospital wiht Lexi- the key they had to her son’s condo if they needed to do a home inspection. Which they were happy to do and were grateful that Sylva had personally seen to this particular case herself. 

“Well hello there Sweetie, you ready to see your baby brother?” Sylva asked Lexi before Lexi nodded and Ignis carried her to the nursery to see Jaxon still in Noctis’ arms. 

“Baby?” She asked. 

“Yup. That’s your baby brother Lexi.” Ignis answered. 

“He looks like Mama but brown like me.” She noted as she came over to see him and had no trouble settling herself into Noctis’ lap to do so. 

“Well hi, I’m Noct. What’s your name Sweetie?” Noctis asked her as he adjusted his arms to hold both of them.

“Lexi.” She answered happily as she smiled and Noctis could see that she had probably never seen a toothbrush in her little life either. But he was adamant that- that from this moment on, both Lexi and Jaxon would receive the best parental care from himself and from Ignis who was now sitting beside him and wiping a few stray tears of happiness out of his eyes. 

“You know that phenomenon of cats choosing their owners?” Sylva prompted them as she got handed a new stack of paperwork for them to fill out. 

“It seems our kids chose us huh?” Noctis immediately smiled through his tears as he hugged his new family that he had no idea he would be finding and coming across that morning. 

“Yup. Boys, go with the girls, Ada, Pash and Selena go shopping. Get Noct and Iggy everything they need to at least foster, if not adopt these two, you'll need cribs, beds, carseats, bedding, proper kid friendly foods, the works.” Sylva urged them as she put her credit cards into each of their hands to do so before the girls immediately set what was left at Ignis’ feet as he sat in a chair next to his husband while Ignis and Noctis happily told their friends which rooms to set up Lexi’s nursery in what room in their house, as well as where to put Jax’s crib too. Which Noctis insisted that the crib be in his own bedroom. And where to put everything that had been in that room- elsewhere in the place as their friends left to do that. 

“I’m tired.” Lexi said before she came back over to Ignis and practically fell asleep in his arms as Sylva wrapped one of her new baby blankets around her while Ignis gently rocked her in the rocking chair and couldn’t stop holding her securely or kissing the crown of her head. 

“Does parenthood always feel this intense?” Ignis asked Sylva. 

“Yes. One moment you think you have your life all figured out. The next- you have another human being in your life that you love more than anything or anyone else in the world.” Sylva grinned proudly. 

“And you’re ready to kill whoever brought harm to them?” Ignis whispered. 

“Oh yeah. Welcome to fatherhood. I hope you both got plenty of sleep last night because the next several months are going to be very hard. Lots of sleepless nights, lots of inspections, lots of 3am feedings and daiper changes and all of that. But if Lexi- even with her past- sensed that you were safe. Then never let her down or prove otherwise. Jaxon will be lucky to know nothing but you and Noct. But Lexi- she will need a lot of TLC, a lot of care, extra gentleness and probably a lot of therapy and you’ll need to arm yourself with knowledge about how to care for her and reassure her that no harm will ever come to her again.” Sylva murmured to Ignis as she reached over to pet her new granddaughter’s head. 

“Poor thing. Well, thank you for officially making me a grandmother.” Sylva cooed to both Ignis and Noctis as Noctis and Ignis softly chuckled as they continued to hold and rock their new children. 

And by nightfall. Ignis and Noctis helped put Lexi into her new carseat. And took her home as Lexi and while she was weary at first, she fell in love with thier dogs and the dogs immediately fell in love with her and would not leave her side. She was happy to be fed and ate as if she had once again, never eaten anything before in her life. It seemed everyone had pitched in and had dinner waiting for Noctis and Ignis and Lexi when they would get home but would give Noctis and Ignis space and time to bond with Lexi. And that night when she saw her new room, she was so happy and when she got tucked in, the dogs immediately got up into the bed with her and laid all around her which she loved and was happy to fall asleep, clean, full and most importantly safe as she got used to the feeling of brushing her teeth and having them be clean while Ignis had already set up an appointment for her to see the best pediatric dentist in the area.

However, the next morning, Brittanylynn's body was found. In the back of an alley within walking distance of the hospital and had clearly died of an overdose.

"Hey Sweetheart?" Ignis asked as he had taken her to work with him that day since Ignis and Noctis had a dual office as Lexi was eating her breakfast off of Ignis' desk.

"Yeah Daddy Iggy?" Lexi asked as Ignis' heart both melted at the term of endearment, but also because he had to find a way to tell her about her mother.

"So, it looks like you won't be able to see your Mama again." Ignis tried to gently inform her as Lexi's face brightened with a smile.

"Mama's not gonna take me away and hurt me again? And the men that come over to the bad home won't hurt me either?" Lexi asked happily as Ignis could only smile bittersweetly as tears flooded his eyes.

"Nope. You're never gonna see her again, she is never going to take you away from me or Daddy Noct and no one will ever hurt you again Lexi. I promise and swear on that. Never ever. And I and Daddy Noct will always love you, take care of you and make sure that you're always safe, always full and clean and warm." Ignis reassured her before Lexi turned around and hugged him as tight as she could.

"Good." Lexi sighed happily before she let go to eat more of her breakfast as Noct looked mortified to hear his daughter say such horrific things but gave his husband a look of adamant agreement to Ignis' reassurance to their new daughter as he fed Jaxon who was laying on Noct's chest so they had more skinship.

And three months later after Jaxon got weaned off of his addiction, he was able to come home too. And by that point. Lexi couldn’t be happier to be in her new home. With her two daddies and her little brother and all her big dogs who slept all around her in her toddler bed. 

Present day. 

But today was a very special day and special occasion, they had taken the day off of work, taken Lexi and Jaxon to go play and go get a really good lunch and took their little family out for a very nice and fancy anniversary dinner as their anniversary cards now included Lexi's name and Jaxon's name on them. Because while the couple had only been married for three years. They had loved each other for much longer than that. And Ignis, while he knew he had to be quiet, was not about to forgo the special occasion and was enjoying every second of it as was Noctis. 

Ignis grinned when Noctis’ body started to tense as he rocked his ass back into Ignis to take every glorious inch of his cock into his ass before Ignis tensed and keened as he spilled his seed down into his lover before he pulled out and laid down as Noctis gradually slid down to lay on his stomach as he waited for Ignis to recover. 

“Ready?” Noctis asked with a gleeful gleam in his eye. 

“Of course My Prince.” Ignis cooed before he kissed him before Ignis got into position while Noctis delighted in sliding his own cock into Ignis this time and it was Ignis’ turn to use a pillow to stifle down his own moans and keens of pleasure as Noctis grabbed Ignis by the hips and then just pistoned his cock into Ignis’ ass and soon the sound of Noctis’ flesh snapping and slapping against Ignis’ almost echoed in the room before Nocits finally let loose his own load into Ignis before he collapsed next to his husband on the bed. 

“Happy Anniversary Iggy.” Noctis cooed tiredly but happily and perfectly satedly too. 

“Happy Anniversary Noct.” Ignis returned before he kissed his husband before they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

#Kinktober #Kinktober 2022 #Kinktober Day 16 #FFXV #Ignoct #Final Fantasy 15 Kingsglaive #noctis caelum #ignis scientia #Love is love #And if it's ok for mothers to have sex with their partners while the baby is sleeping in a crib in the same room #fathers are allowed to do the same #Just- not watching of course

[dddrunkderella]

kinktober day 31: aftercare (free day)

KINKTOBER COMPLETE!!! THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR FOLLOWING ALONG!

#kinktober #cidclive #cid/clive #cid x clive #clive/cid #clivecid #clive x cid #cidfield #firestorm #cid telamon #cidolfus telamon #clive rosfield #ff16 #final fantasy 16 #ffxvi #final fantasy xvi #my art #they're just insatiable :))))) #man it feels good to complete one of these 30 day challenges again

[flawlessstriker]

Naruto Kinktober 2023 Day 16 - Sealing Chains - Cheating/NTR - Mission AU @narutokinktober

My bf @damien-wolfram-art wrote a piece to go with my art for today. His post is right over here!

#my art #fanart #digital art #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #naruto kinktober 2023 #narutoevents2023 #monthly event #day 16 #sealing chains #mission au #naruto shippuden #naruto #minato #minato namikaze #kushina #kushina uzumaki #minakushi #minato x kushina #i doubt minato ever tops in this relationship #he only does if kushina allows him #and at that point she's still the one topping imo

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Sixteen: Maggie Greene + Public/Gag

Maggie pushes me up against the side of one of the houses in Hilltop. The town had one hell of a celebration. A barque of sorts as if it was almost normal for people to drink homemade beers, and dancing to music playing off an old record player.

The beers had been pushing through your mind and whole system. Beers made you silly, goofy, and a flirt. Maggie loved it though, and much as she missed her husband. She knew that he had sent him there for her. Maggie has her tongue your mouth before you can even fight with her for dominance. Not that I ever really have to fight with her.

Rules aren’t really concrete but you know that Maggie is the dominant one in your relationship. She thrusts her tongue in and out of my mouth causes deep down moans to fall from my lips. Her grip on my side is bruising but I don’t care. I’m infatuated with her touch and her taste. She tastes of beer and lust. It’s not a hard feeling to identify. She’s warm, and takes me off my feet most of the times.

Like right now with her hands on my chin, her tongue down my throat. Maggie clouds my minds all of the time, she always touching me grabbing me. Holding me tightly. She doesn’t ever take it lightly as she holds me hard against one of the walls. Her grip is strong but I love her bruising hands on me.

The sundress that I’m wearing flows up in the wind. Her kisses are wild, and make my head fuzzy. When her lips finally slip from one a long string of saliva strings us together. “Fuck baby you taste so good!” She mutters into my ear. I blush at her words. Not that my cheeks aren’t already red, and hot. The yellow sundress flitters in the wind once more and Maggie steps back. Viewing me. “You are absolute fuckin’ beautiful today you know that?” Maggie says, it’s less of a question and more like a lust ridden statement. I wave my hand at her. “You always say that.” I say, “Cause it’s fucking true baby doll.” She says, again the wind picks up and brings my dress with it.

“Oh look at you, wearing those nice pretty little panties. Did you do that on purpose?” She asks, I shy away from her question. She leans in again. Her lips are strong on my lips. teeth bashing together as we kiss each other hotly. Grasping at each other, trying desperately to get more from the little nips our tongues, and lips. Moans fall freely from my lips, and even though people are far away. Enjoying a beautiful barque and a day, Maggie once more releases from my lips. “You need to quiet unless you want someone to find us. A hot mess, practically begging me to tongue fuck you right now.” Maggie voice is hoarse, deep and it goes straight to my core.

Her eyes sparkle under the sundown lite sky. “I’ve got an idea, spread your legs.” Maggie demands. “Okay.” I shyly move my legs. Spreading them, “Now takes off your panties.” Another demand. I look at her. “Take off your panties baby doll please.” Maggie pleads with me, it’s faux that’s alright though. I do it. Slipping my hands into the bands of the lace panties. “Now give them to me.” I nod my head putting them into her hand. “Good baby doll.” She says. “I want you to be quiet, but I know you can’t manage that.” I open my mouth, and with that my panties are shoved into my mouth.

“Fuck!” Maggie says. “Now you’ll be quiet for me right? If I get on my knees, and eat your pretty little pussy out you’ll be quiet.” Maggie says, they’re dominate just in her eyes. I nod my head slowly. “Good girl.” She lowers herself down to her knees. Once more the wind picks up lifting my dress. Now bare for the whole hilltop to see. I feel the warm brush of her hair hit my thighs. “Look at this glistening pussy, all for me.” Maggie whispers into my skin. My dress hides her, but now every well. Her kittens licks on my clit sends shivers up my spine, and when she pushes one, or two fingers into my pussy I nearly groan. Moaning into the now wet material I can’t take my eyes off the bump caused by Maggie between my thighs.

“So sweet taste like candy.” Maggie says into my pussy. She doesn’t dare let me get to the high. Instead she just pushes and pushes. Edging me until I’m barely keeping myself up against the wall. “Oh sweet thing, you and I are going back home. I’m not sharing any of your moans or sweet little groans with anyone else you hear me.” Maggie says. Flatting out my dress as she comes back to stand on her feet.

Completed on: 07/20/23

Posted on: 10/16/23

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The Walking Dead Master List // The Wanderers Master List // Kinktober '23

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[suzy-queued]

Day 16: Massage / Theme 15: I LIKE ‘EM SWEET and GALLACRAFTS AFTER DARK

Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings | @gallacrafts

Combining Kinktober and Gallacrafts into one image today! Have some spicy and sweet massage.

#kinktober 2022 #day 16 #gallacrafts #theme 15 #I like 'em sweet #gallacrafts after dark #gallavich #ian x mickey #fan art #tw food

[evasivedevotee]

(FAMILIAR) LOVE BITES || Elliott x Shane

RATING: EXPLICIT 18+ OBVIOUSLY

PAIRING: TRANS Elliot x TRANS Shane

TAGS: Werewolf Shane, biting, rough oral/piv sex, t-dick in vagina sex, multiple orgasms, blood, dom/sub i guess, a/b/o adjacent, breeding/mating, panty kink, tongue/face fucking, size kink/difference (better tags on AO3 sorry)

WORDS: 3719

SUMMARY:

The beast took notice of his display of fear. It returned to his side and leered over him. Elliott forced himself to open his eyes and face his fate. What he deserved for admonishing his obviously missing lover. The beast remained familiar. It smelled like Shane, yes, but somehow it looked like Shane too. In all its angry fur and jagged teeth and… drool, it was familiar. Surely, he was becoming delirious. He could do nothing but ache at the terrible fate his love had faced at the hands of such a thing. His raised a hand in defeat and cried out Shane’s name, as if he could recall any of his essence destroyed by the monster. It lurched forward and rubbed its head against Elliott’s hand, like a dog. What a foul beast! Elliott fainted.

(puppysuki/sukipuppy's kinktober day 16 biting)

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OR

Elliott found himself sulking in the Cindersap Forest once again. He enjoyed the privacy the forest usually offered, but tonight he could swear he was being watched. He tried to ignore the feeling as he sat on the riverbank and gazed up at the stars. Quickly he became lost in his thoughts, heart aching ever so slightly for a lover once more.

Elliott never thought that he would find himself enthralled with any of the townspeople, and maybe he wasn’t quite at that stage yet, but he was certainly interested in Shane. He was strong willed but ultimately good hearted and kind. Elliott only knew that because they had gotten quite close over the last few months. But suddenly Shane felt distant. He’d been avoiding Elliott for almost a week now. And he had to be avoiding him—Elliott was certain— because he had tried everything he could think of to try to get in touch with him. Maybe it had gotten a bit out of hand but he was heartbroken! Surely Shane had known he was a hopeless romantic when he’d first gotten involved with him. A man of his age ought to know better than to leave a relationship on troubled footing for so long, surely!

Of course, Elliott was feeling a bit dramatic, as always, but he did feel lonesome without Shane. Their relationship had been the first time in a long time that he’d been able to connect with another person in general, let alone another trans person. They’d shared such intimate moments together, and they laughed and they understood. And this treatment hurt a whole lot more than it usually would. Elliott could handle being ignored—indeed to an extent he expected to be— he knew just as well as anyone that he could be a bit pretentious at times. But Shane had never ignored him. Even before they had dated, even before they were friends, he’d never ignored Elliott. While he was usually one to seek out new experiences, he wasn’t enjoying this new feeling.

He wanted to cry, though the ability had long since left him. He would be too frustrated to cry even if that wasn’t the case. He missed Shane emotionally and romantically mainly, but he ached for him physically, too. He was only human after all. What Shane did to him physically blew every other relationship he’d ever had out of the water. Elliott was desperate to feel Shane bite him ever so gently again. And maybe not so gently, too. He’d never would have known that about himself if they’d never met. And now they weren’t on speaking terms? May never see each other again? He was despondent. Maybe it was selfish and vapid to worry about losing that part of their relationship but that’s how he earnestly felt.

He sighed to himself. He rubbed his hands together to try to keep warm, the autumn night having become cold. If Shane was there, he’d offer him his jacket, or find some other way to help him get warm. He’d keep him warm. He sighed.

Elliott was thrust back into reality when he heard noises behind him. The rustling of leaves could be explained but then there was the crunching of them. The snapping of twigs. Then there were the footsteps. First of two feet and then four. The idea of footsteps imply walking, imply personhood. It was charging. At Elliott. He could only curl in on himself and brace for impact.

Whatever it was grabbed him, and held him to its chest as it retreated to the woods. Elliott couldn’t see, and he didn’t dare open his eyes but he could feel that it was the largest animal, ever. He could not conceive of an animal that could abduct an entire human being, let alone one that would. But still something seemed so familiar about it.

Something about the beast smelled familiar. So much so it managed to distract Elliott from the fact that he has being dragged farther and farther into the woods by some eldritch horror certainly to be eaten. It was right on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t place the smell. He was shaken into reality once more by the feeling of the monster slowing. Slower and slower, at a leisurely pace, it strolled into what was surely a confined area. It was too late. This was the end for Elliott. His life would end here and he would never find out what he’d done so wrong to turn Shane away. Maybe he preferred it that way.

The beast let him out of its grasp and he tried to stay as small as possible. The area was warmer than it was in the clearing before, but the ground was bitterly cold. Stone cold. It had carried him into a cave. Why?

He ached for Shane. The hard headed brute would know what to do in a situation like this. What would Shane do? Shane, Shane, Shane. Shane. The beast smelled like Shane. Elliott couldn’t help but cry out for him. Had he been disappeared by the monster this entire time, while Elliott sat around and pouted like a selfish brat?

The beast took notice of his display of fear. It returned to his side and leered over him. Elliott forced himself to open his eyes and face his fate. What he deserved for admonishing his obviously missing lover. The beast remained familiar. It smelled like Shane, yes, but somehow it looked like Shane too. In all its angry fur and jagged teeth and… drool, it was familiar. Surely, he was becoming delirious. He could do nothing but ache at the terrible fate his love had faced at the hands of such a thing. His raised a hand in defeat and cried out Shane’s name, as if he could recall any of his essence destroyed by the monster. It lurched forward and rubbed its head against Elliott’s hand, like a dog. What a foul beast! Elliott fainted.

Elliott awoke to find himself… alive, much to his surprise. He had been dragged from where he’d been left originally and laid on some kind of pelt. He realized he could only tell he was laying on a pelt because his clothes had become tattered while he was unconscious. Had the beast tried to eat him? He wasn’t in any pain other than from the whole falling unconscious on stone thing.

He opened his eyes finally, trying to surmise an escape route if he could find one. That’s when Elliott realized the beast was all around him. It was spooning him. He was angry only until it stirred. He gasped as its claws slid up him arm. It moved closer to him and sniffed him. It licked from his collarbone all the way up to his ear. He couldn’t help but shiver. “Elliott…”

So familiar. “Shane?”

He hummed. “Sorry you had to find out this way.”

Elliott turned to face Shane and sure enough, it was him! He was two or three times the size he normally was and he was covered in fur and he bared violent teeth and drooled all over Elliott, but he was Shane. And he was alive. Elliott could deal with Shane’s desperate form as long as he was alive. “What are you?”

“A werewolf. Obviously.” His voice was strained, but entirely his own.

He caressed his face as he panted. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s not something… that you go around, just telling people.” He nodded and comforted Shane when he nuzzled his neck.

His attention was drawn away from Shane as his ever-increasing drool dripped on to skin that ought to be covered. “What happened to my clothes?”

Shane raised a hand… paw? And stretched his fingers apart in such a way that it nearly triggered a fight or flight reaction in Elliott. “Tend to lose a bit of dexterity to the paw and claws. I wanted to move you further inside to keep you comfortable and some of your clothes got ruffed up. Then I noticed you had a fever and tried to take your jacket off. I was as gentle as I could… fabric just likes to shred I guess.”

“Poor thing.” Elliott laughed and patted Shane’s head. Something about him trying so hard for him mended his broken heart.

“Sorry I scared you so badly earlier. I really wasn’t trying to it’s just that when I caught your scent you smelled upset. I tried to stay away from you but I just couldn’t help myself.”

“Why would you try to stay away from me? Aside from the obvious, of course.”

Shane chuckled. “You can’t smell the musk in here? It’s mating season, dear.”

“Oh, I see.” Elliott blushed as Shane crawled on top of him.

Shane leaned down and nipped at his neck. “Do you mind?”

Elliott gently shoved him back. “Well, I mean, you aren’t yourself right now, isn’t it wrong if we go there?”

Shane brushed his paw against Elliott’s face, careful not to scratch him with his claws. “Such a sweetheart…” He leaned forward so that their noses were touching. “If I wasn’t myself, why would I stay away? I can’t resist you unless you want me too. If I wasn’t myself, it wouldn’t be about what you wanted at all would it?”

Elliott nodded. “I’ve lived this life long enough that I can control myself as easily as I would otherwise. But you know I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Elliott’s face was a deep red. “I-I want to it’s just that… this can’t turn me, right? And I’ll survive sex with you, right?”

Shane chuckled again. “Only if you want me to. And you’ve survived sex with me so far, haven’t ya? Hardly have the tools to get as rough with as I usually do in the woods.”

“OK. Just be careful.” Shane nodded, and started to kiss and gently bite his neck. While Elliott was certainly concerned about the large teeth Shane had in this form, his arousal outweighed his fears.

Elliott couldn’t help but tremble as his clothes were ripped off by Shane. His claws couldn’t manage much else, but it still made him feel vulnerable to his desires. His jacket had long been shredded but he was soon free of his shirt as well, his small breasts toyed with by Shane as he worked his way down his torso. Shane kissed and nipped at his skin, but Elliott noticed how often that was interrupted by small bites. Not gentle, just small. It made him jump every time, but he'd be lying if he said it turned him off. Shane noticed this and rose to his knees.

Elliott’s legs were spread and his pants were shredded off by Shane. He quivered under Shane’s wrath; his belt buckle even being broken in his haste. He continued to shake as his lover leered over him, gasping when he kissed him. Kissing was a bit awkward with the changes in anatomy but it was soothing to do something a little more familiar.

He whimpered as Shane’s paw slid up and down his thigh, his delicate panties the only thing keeping him at bay. His thumb started to rub Elliott’s cock, up and down, up and down, up and down. The motion was gentle, but his claws tore the lace of his panties regardless. His moaning broke their kiss, his body jerking towards Shane despite the danger, aching from his neglect. Shane bit his neck a few times before he growled. “I can’t take it anymore.”

Shane rose to his knees once more, and grabbed Elliott by his thighs. His fingers long enough to nearly wrap around them completely, and Elliott was not a small man. He dragged him forward and up his body, careful not to knock his head on the stone below. He all but threw him in the air and spun him around, grabbing him up again. Elliott was upside down, his legs spread and thighs on Shane’s shoulders, his knees bent behind his head, and Shane rubbed his back as he shoved his face in his cunt. He growled as he breathed in Elliott’s scent. “You smell so good when you’re a little bit scared.”

Elliott whimpered as he felt Shane’s teeth through the fabric. With one jerk of his head, Elliott was completely nude, completely defenseless. He was getting wetter by the second. Shane spit the ripped panties on the ground, but grabbed them and rubbed them between his legs. Elliott was forced to realize just how much bigger Shane was when he couldn’t even see between his legs. “Shane!” He gasped as he began to mercilessly lick and suck his cunt. Shane only laughed at his display and continued, rubbing his back to soothe him.

Elliott held on to Shane as well as he could, trying to keep himself stable as his cunt was used as his lover pleased. With the blood pooling to his head, it didn’t take long for Elliott to cum. He’d be embarrassed if not for the situation as hand. Still Shane wasn’t satisfied, sucking on his overstimulated little cock even as Elliott shook harder. He smacked his ass hard when he dug his nails into Shane’s fur in desperation. A large paw moved forward and opened Elliott up, giving Shane the ability to from his cock to his entrance; front to back, front to back, front to back. His oversized tongue hesitating before plunging into Elliott’s tight little cunt. He pushed in further and further, until Elliott screamed, letting him know he’d found his g-spot. Shane flicked his tongue back and forth, panting and drooling all over himself and Elliott as he tongue fucked his little cunt. He only got to rub Elliott’s little cock a couple of times before he came. Elliott trembled as he came again, the ecstasy of his orgasm ruined as he couldn’t help but ejaculate, immediately beginning to worry that squirting on a werewolf would trigger some kind of animalistic reflex. Shane only reveled in it, pulling his tongue out of Elliott so that he could lick it up.

Shane set him down as gently as he could, and gave him time to collect himself. Elliott’s head spun, both from the fucking and from the blood finally rushing away from his head. Shane sat in front of him and rubbed his leg, soothing him, yes, but also keeping his legs spread. His eyes trailed up to look at Elliott’s face from time to time, so he could check on him, but he was largely transfixed on his bullied cunt. The view fueling the movement between his legs, where he jerked his own cock wrapped in Elliott’s decimated panties. His lover’s juices mixing with his own made him cum quickly. He forced himself to discard the panties, fearing that he might ingest them otherwise. Elliott whimpered when he heard Shane cum, knowing that he’d be after him again soon. Though overwhelmed, Elliott was enthusiastic as ever, it had been a week since they’d been together after all. And he loved being used by Shane.

He raised a hand and Shane helped him up, pulling him to his chest. Both sitting flat on the ground, Elliott’s head barely made it up to Shane’s sternum. He felt tiny next to Shane, of course, but it only made him want to climb him like a tree. His fingers slid through his hair and Elliott looked up at him. Shane caressed his face and smirked. “Your turn.”

He looked down between Shane’s legs, everything hidden in tufts of fur. “My turn?”

Shane spread his legs. “Your turn.”

Elliott obliged, carefully sliding his puny hands between Shane’s tree trunk thighs (he meant that in the best way possible), and gently brushing fur back so that he could venture into the unknown. He gasped once he finally unearthed Shane’s cunt. Nothing about Shane had ever been small—indeed his transition subsumed into fat manhood very easily— his cunt and red-hot chode within were no exception. But Elliott quivered at the sight of just how large, and indeed fat his cunt was all the same. His mouth watered at his lover’s cock as well, he was easily four times larger than usual, keeping the proportions all the same. He reached out and gently touched him. “Your clitoris…”

“And you liked sucking me before.” Shane smirked down at Elliott again, and stood.

His angry chode and leaking cunt were eye level with Elliott as he sat on the ground. One paw held his auburn hair back, the other supporting the back of his neck. Elliott braced himself and held onto Shane’s thighs for balance. He flicked his tongue across his head, but quickly let his entire cock be engulfed by his mouth. He just couldn’t help himself. Shane leaned his head back and howled as Elliott deepthroated him. The sudden noise scared Elliott but he continued nonetheless. Gazing up at Shane panting and drooling he felt a deep sense of pride. He gave his best doe eyes when Shane met his gaze.

Elliott began to jerk Shane at the same rhythm he bobbed his head to, driving him up a wall. But he could tell that Shane could still take more. He gently rubbed his thumb against Shane’s entrance and he laughed at him again. “You know I’ll need a lot more than your tiny little thumb to feel anything.”

Elliott blushed from embarrassment and whimpered. Shane rubbed the back of his neck, and made a familiar motion with his hand, tucking his thumb close to the underside of his fingers. Elliott looked up at him questioningly. “You know I can take it. I’m soaked.” He was.

Elliott made his hand the same shape and gently prodded at Shane’s entrance. His drenched cunt took all of Elliott’s hand slowly, but easily. Though his insides ought to be as much bigger as the rest of him, right? He shuddered and groaned as his cunt tried to get used to the intrusion. He growled when Elliott set a slow pace inside of him. Elliott slowly picked up the pace, but that still wasn’t enough for Shane.

Growling again, Shane balled his fist up against the back of Elliott’s neck before relaxing it again. The redhead got the message and carefully formed a fist inside of Shane. He immediately felt the difference, Shane’s walls quaking more and drawing him further inside. Shane adjusted quickly to what he actually wanted. Soon he was in complete control, face fucking Elliott and in turn rolling his hips enough to control the pace of his fist too. He growled and groaned; he wouldn’t last much longer.

When Shane tilted his head back, Elliott shut his eyes, preparing for what was to come. He growled and bared his teeth as his eyes rolled back into his head, finally he found his edge and came. His orgasm was intense, his ejaculation no different, effectively marking Elliott as his own as he exploded all over him. Elliott got to swallow a little but most of what Shane had to offer ended up on his chest and was dripping down his body.

Almost as soon as Elliott was disentangled from Shane, the werewolf was on him again. There was a different spark in his eye and he bit Elliott’s shoulder, sinking his teeth in just enough to be able to lead him with the grip. He dragged him underneath him until he was back on the pelts, on his hands and knees, with his face down and ass in the air. He released his grip and licked the blood off his lips. He leaned in close to Elliott’s ear and licked his face. “I’m going to fill your pussy with puppies.”

A small “o-ok,” was all Elliott could muster as Shane slinked away and got into position. Any humor or irony he could find in Shane putting him in doggy style was immediately lost to the feeling of being pounded into all at once.

Shane held on to Elliott’s hip with one paw, and propped himself up with the other. He pulled Elliott’s hip back to meet his forward thrusts, setting a merciless pace. Shane was panting and drooling right next to Elliott’s face, but as he fucked him, he started to whine and whimper. His little chode overstimulated but desperate to mate. Elliott moaned with him, feeling extraordinarily lucky to be the person to accept Shane’s monstrous desires.

Shane snarled at the show of submission, snapping his jaws a few times before sinking his teeth into Elliott’s other shoulder. He cried out and came the second Shane’s teeth broke skin. His cunt clenching around Shane’s cock was heavenly but it wasn’t enough to make him cum yet. He fucked him even harder, the rough motions moving the pelt around beneath them. His claws sunk into Elliott’s hip and drew blood. He continued. Shane was seeing red. He needed to cum. He needed to mate. He needed to breed.

When Elliott clenched him tight and started crying out little chants of “oh Shane, Shane, Shane!” he knew he was milking his g-spot for all it was worth. He whimpered and whined into the wound he was making on Elliott as he got closer and closer to another orgasm. Elliott’s tight wet little cunt was going to give Shane all that he needed, and his heart felt swollen and thumped desperately. He released his bite once more, savoring Elliott’s sweet blood as he thrusts got sloppy. Harder, rougher, sloppier. Harder, rougher, sloppier. Harder, rougher, sloppier.

He licked Elliott’s face a few times and whined. “I love you sweetheart.”

Elliott gasped and whimpered. “I love you too.”

Shane snarled one final time and sunk his teeth into the side of Elliott’s neck; his mating bite. The redhead came immediately, as was the point. Shane following with a much harsher orgasm, ejaculating enough to create a puddle beneath them.

He rode out his orgasm and released Elliott, who collapsed instantly. He rolled his spent body onto his back, looking up at Shane. His blood and Shane’s drool dripping down on to him. Shane caressed his face. “Just once more?”

Elliott spread his legs. “Anything for you.”

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley smut #stardew valley fanfic #sdv smut #sdv fanfic #ao3 #stardew valley elliott #sdv elliott #stardew valley shane #sdv shane #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #elliott x shane #shane x elliott #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #give it up for day 16 on the 26

[firemedicdiaz]

Your Heart is the Only Place that I Call Home

Fandom: 9-1-1. Pairing: Buddie. Word Count: 3487. Genre: smut. Rating: 18+. Note: this was supposed to be for Kinktober day 6 - heartbeat, but life got away from me so I’m posting it for Kinktober day 16 - free space.  Massive thanks to @fireladybuckley, @spookiestdiaz, @nurse-buckley, and @floralbuckleys for all of the encouragment, suggestions, brainstorming, and all other manners of help in getting this out.  Y’all are the real MVPs!

Summary: “Feel that?”  Buck asks, licking his lips, and yeah.Yeah, Eddie can. 

A thought occurs to Eddie then, his eyes meeting Buck’s as he feels the other man’s heartbeat pounding away beneath his palm.  Eddie slows his thrusts a little just so he can think straight enough to speak coherently. “I wanna hear you.”  He bites his lower lip, his eyes clouded with yearning.

Or, Eddie brings a stethoscope into the bedroom for the first time.

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“God, Eddie, I want to show you what you’re doing to me,” Buck hisses as Eddie’s cock sinks in deep, nudging his prostate on the way, making him arch his hips into the feeling.

“I can see it,” Eddie groans, his eyes searching Buck’s expression, catching on his flushed cheeks, his swollen, pouty lips, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he breathes just this side of too quickly.  “So beautiful for me.”

Buck shakes his head, reaching out to grope unseeingly for one of Eddie’s hands.  He grabs it where it’s splayed on his left hip and drags it higher, pressing it to his chest just below his left pec.

“Feel that?”  Buck asks, licking his lips, and yeah.  Yeah, Eddie can.

A thought occurs to Eddie then, his eyes meeting Buck’s as he feels the other man’s heartbeat pounding away beneath his palm.  Eddie slows his thrusts a little just so he can think straight enough to speak coherently.  “I wanna hear you.”  He bites his lower lip, his eyes clouded with yearning.  “Wanna hear your heart racing for me when I cum inside you.”

Buck moans at the mere prospect of what Eddie’s suggesting.  It’s unconventional, sure, but he’s done crazier things in his life and his love for Eddie runs so deep that he would do anything Eddie asked.  Besides that, the thought of Eddie listening to his heartbeat, being able to hear exactly how his body is reacting and being unable to hide what he’s feeling, is as intoxicating as it is intimate.  

With a nod, Buck loosens his grip on Eddie’s hand, anticipating.

“‘M gonna pull out here for a minute,” Eddie warns softly, rubbing a hand gently over Buck’s abs on the way back to his hip.  He slowly inches away, shivering as he pulls his cock from inside Buck, the cool room air hitting his overwarm skin.  He gives Buck’s hip a reassuring squeeze as Buck whines quietly.  “I’ll be right back.”

Buck nods as Eddie abandons the bed, closing his eyes and taking a moment to breathe as he waits for his partner’s return.  Thankfully he’s not left alone for long and he smiles as he feels Eddie’s hand on his thigh again, pushing it back to make room and slotting himself back between Buck’s legs.  

“This okay?”  Eddie asks, holding his stethoscope aloft, the metal of the earpieces glinting in the lamplight.

Buck nods.  “Yeah.  Yes.”  He stops himself before something else comes out.  Something a little too cheesy like I want you to hear my heart beating just for you.

Eddie plugs the stethoscope into his ears, leaning in over Buck, pressing the diaphragm to just below Buck’s left nipple.  Buck moans softly and immediately Eddie’s ears are filled with the sound of Buck’s racing, roaring heartbeat.  His own heart rate increases; a visceral response to Buck’s wanton need to be touched, heard, filled.

“You ready for my cock, baby?”  Eddie can read Buck like a book, but he needs this.  He needs explicit consent and Buck is more than happy to oblige him.

“Yes.  Please.”

Buck is so pretty when he begs.  Eddie indulges him with a warm, syrupy smile as he presses his cock against Buck’s waiting opening, rocking his hips into Buck and sinking back in without any sort of resistance.  

“Fuck.”

Buck’s eyes are glassy, his expression fucked-out even though he’s nowhere close to an orgasm yet, and Eddie feels like he could get used to this.  As much as he loves it when Buck rides his cock, this sight does something else entirely to Eddie’s insides.  

“Shh, sweetheart,” Eddie placates as Buck keens when he picks up a slow and steady rhythm inside of him again.  “Gotta be quiet for me so I can hear your heartbeat.”

Buck nods, swallowing thickly as Eddie’s free hand goes to his hip to steady him.  His hands fist in the sheets beneath them as Eddie’s cock drags against his prostate on every other thrust, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm but not too quickly.  He can tell by Eddie’s expression that he wants to savor this.

His suspicions are proven correct moments later when Eddie’s thrusts slow down and shallow out a little, leaving Buck with precious little friction to push him over the edge.  He whines softly, biting his lip at the answering sharp look from Eddie reminding him to keep quiet.  His mouth falls open instead as he takes to breathing in measured breaths so Eddie can hear his heartbeat loud and clear.  He loves the way he can feel it pounding against the stethoscope and Eddie’s fingertips; another sensation to add to the symphony already playing through every nerve in his body.

“Not yet,” Eddie murmurs, all but stilling inside of Buck, backing him away from the precipice of release, dragging the stethoscope across his chest to a spot just left of his sternum.  “I want you to slow down a little, and then I want to see just what that heart of yours can do.”

Buck has no idea what that means, but he’s game.  If Eddie wants to put him through his paces, he’ll take whatever Eddie is willing to give him.  In the meantime, he focuses on his breathing, feeling his heart rate slow down in kind, earning himself a whispered good boy for his efforts.  The praise quiets something deep inside of him, soothes the restlessness that’s been building beneath his skin since Eddie had sunk his first finger inside of him earlier that evening.

His breath is punched out of him when Eddie rocks back, nearly dislodging his cock entirely from inside Buck and wrapping his free hand around Buck’s cock.  Buck hisses at the drag of skin on skin when Eddie starts to move, his heart rate immediately rocketing back up.  His ribcage feels too-tight filled with the frantic staccato of his beating heart and it makes him so hard it’s painful.

“So reactive,” Eddie comments teasingly, the weight of his hand on the stethoscope easing just a fraction to soften the intense roar of Buck’s heartbeat in his ears.  “I want you to focus for a minute.  Do you think you can do that?”

Buck nods, but a clipped uh uh from Eddie reminds him that that’s not the way it works.  Eddie needs to hear him say it.

“Yes.”

Eddie hums in approval, the hand he has wrapped around Buck’s cock picking up the pace, knocking the wind out of Buck.  Eddie gives the other man’s cock a little squeeze to really get his attention and smiles lasciviously when Buck meets his gaze.  “Good.  Just like that.  In a second, when I give you the go-ahead, I want you to count to fifteen for me.  Nice, even, measured seconds.  I want to get an accurate heart rate on you so if you falter, this -” a quick squeeze to Buck’s cock, “-stops and you start over from one.”

Buck nods, the muscles in his neck straining in desperation at the sudden reduction in stimulation.  “I’ll be good.”

Eddie doesn’t doubt it for a second.  Buck is always good.

“I know you will.”  Giving Buck another moment to settle, to get into the right headspace, Eddie’s gaze lingers on his partner’s rapt and determined expression.  “Go ahead.”

Buck wastes no time, gritting his teeth and grinding out a one as Eddie’s hand picks up a slow and steady rhythm along his shaft.  Eddie counts two beats before Buck gasps out a two and he murmurs a soft, appreciative encouragement.  He smiles indulgently as Buck’s eyes meet his and runs his thumb through Buck’s slit, a healthy amount of precum easing the glide as Buck chokes out a three.

And yeah, Eddie could get used to this, the easy way Buck submits at nothing more than the merest hint of approval, the way he whines softly on every exhale but never once falters in his task.  It gives him a heady sense of power that drips straight down along his spine and pools low in his belly, fueling the desire that’s already burning bright inside of him.  

The next several seconds pass by uneventfully, Eddie stroking Buck’s cock with a loose hand as Buck counts impeccably, just as he’d promised, and Eddie bites back a groan as Buck barely manages to get the last number out.  There’s just something about knowing exactly how fast Buck’s heart is racing under his ministrations that makes him want to pound into Buck mercilessly, but he holds back.  He needs to make sure Buck feels just as good as he does, that Buck has time to enjoy all of the sensations rolling through him at Eddie’s touch.

“A hundred and twenty beats per minute,” Eddie murmurs, lifting the stethoscope just long enough to move it to another spot on Buck’s chest, his eyes tracing the ring left pressed into Buck’s skin like a brand where the stethoscope had previously rested.  It’s easily twice Buck’s resting rate and knowing that his touch alone is responsible for the increase makes Eddie feel incredible in ways he never thought possible.

“Please,” Buck begs, his voice breaking through the heady fog that’s settled over Eddie.  “Please, Eddie.  I need you.”

Eddie smiles as Buck’s heart rate ratchets up a few more notches as he pleads.  “Please, what, baby?  What do you need?”

“Need more,” Buck bites out, arching his back into Eddie’s touch, his heartbeat growing louder in Eddie’s ears.  Buck’s hand comes up to rest over Eddie’s, keeping the stethoscope pressed firmly into place as blue eyes flick up to hold Eddie’s gaze, a surprising clarity shining in them.  “Need to feel you deeper.”

“Good boy,” Eddie says softly, giving Buck’s cock a squeeze with his free hand.  “You did so well and you deserve a reward.  Just keep quiet for me now, okay?  I want to be able to hear every single beat when you cum.”

Buck nods, his hips arching into Eddie as Eddie’s cock slowly sinks in deep again, filling Buck up completely, leaving no room for any doubt that Eddie will leave him wanting and desperate.  He should know better by  now - Eddie never leaves him hanging - but this is something entirely new and unfamiliar and Buck doesn’t quite know what the ground rules are.  Still, Eddie’s cock deep inside him serves as a reminder that his pleasure is important to Eddie, that he won’t be left unfulfilled, unsatiated.  

The feeling of Buck clenching around his cock as he sinks in up to the hilt reminds Eddie, too, that as lost as he is in the sounds of Buck’s heartbeat in his ears, all-encompassing and alluring, his first duty is still to Buck and to Buck’s pleasure.  Buck, who puts all of his trust in Eddie to keep him safe and to make him feel good.  Buck, who loves Eddie with his entire heart and soul.  Buck, whose body Eddie has learned to read like an open book.  It makes something deep inside of him ache in the best way and nearly brings a tear to his eye and he watches the man beneath him slowly start to come apart, heart rate climbing higher and higher as Eddie moves slowly inside of him, nudging his prostate and slowly eking a climax out of him.

Buck, meanwhile, knows nothing in that moment outside the pleasure Eddie is giving him.  The immense pressure of Eddie’s cock buried deep inside of him and the almost-painful bite of the stethoscope against his chest serve as reminders of his vulnerability and the intimacy of what they’re doing.  He knows he can’t hide from Eddie like this.  Not that he ever could, really, but knowing that Eddie can hear the way his heart is racing - something he’s never been quite so aware of before this moment - really drives home just how exposed he is.

There’s something kind of peaceful about it, if Buck is being honest.  Even though he’s never let anyone this close to him before, even though it makes him a little bit nervous, it also helps lead him to the place inside his head where everything is quiet and fuzzy around the edges.  The place where he can give up control for a little while and let Eddie make the decisions.  The place where he is good and loved and safe.

Buck is getting close and Eddie can tell.  He can tell by the way Buck writhes beneath him, the jerking of his hips discordant as he chases his orgasm.  He can tell by the way Buck’s eyes have gone glassy and unfocused.  Eddie had intended to edge Buck a little more, to make him beg for release, but the sound of Buck’s thundering heartbeat in his ears is so acutely arousing that Eddie can barely hold on any longer himself.  

And Buck?  Buck has never been so intensely aware of his own heartbeat in his entire life.  Sure, he feels it regularly enough when he’s working out or attending a rough call with the team, but it’s nothing like this.  It’s at once lost in all of the other things Buck is feeling in that moment and the only sensation he can pick out.  And knowing Eddie can hear and feel it, too, is enough to gray his vision out as his orgasm tears through him.

Try as he might, Buck can’t hold back the keening as his cock swells and twitches in Eddie’s grasp.  Even over the noises Buck is making, Eddie can hear the crescendo of his heartbeat loud and clear and it’s all he can do to assure Buck that he’s so good, so beautiful as he comes apart before Eddie, too, is coming after him.  Buck whines softly at the sensation of Eddie’s cock growing even thicker within him and squirms feebly at the feeling of Eddie’s release pooling deep inside.

As Buck’s body stills, his muscles spent after the most intense orgasm he’s had in recent memory, Eddie releases the stethoscope, its diaphragm bouncing against Buck’s pec to hang at his side as Eddie pulls the instrument’s earpieces out of his ears.  He sets the stethoscope aside just as his strength wanes and he slumps into Buck, boneless and craving the intimacy of the afterglow.

Buck’s arms wind around Eddie, pulling him close, a broad palm sweeping up and down along his spine and warming him through.  Eddie can feel Buck smile as he presses a kiss into Eddie’s hair.  He feels too sheltered and content in Buck’s arms and it makes the thought of moving almost completely overwhelming, but Eddie knows they can’t stay like this forever.  He stays just a little longer, though, before finally steeling himself to move.

“I know, baby, I know,” Eddie murmurs as Buck whines softly when Eddie’s cock slips out, leaving Buck hollow and overstimulated.  “I’ll be right back.”

Buck’s grip on him loosens enough that he can slip away, making his way toward the bathroom on shaky legs.  It doesn’t take him long to get himself cleaned up and to return to Buck’s side with a warm, wet cloth in hand.  He picks up where he’d left off with the intimacy and closeness, gently cleaning up the quickly-drying lube between Buck’s cheeks, murmuring soft reassurances as Buck hisses from the overstimulation.  He wipes down Buck’s chest and belly before giving his cock a careful, cursory clean as well, tossing the cloth into the hamper in the corner of the room before turning his attention back to the man beside him.  He takes a few minutes to help Buck stretch out his legs, massaging blood flow back into all of Buck’s muscles after having them drawn up toward his chest for so long.  He smiles as Buck groans softly in approval, allowing himself to be pampered.  

Eddie enjoys this part almost more than he enjoys the sex itself.  Not that he doesn’t absolutely love sex with Buck in a way he’s never liked it with anyone else, but there’s something about the vulnerability, the trust and intimacy of the aftermath that quiets his mind and body like nothing else can.  The inner peace feels even more profound this time, too, after how incredibly close Eddie had felt to Buck as he’d listened to the other man’s heartbeat while buried deep inside him.  The connection he’d felt in that moment was so heady and powerful that his own heart is still racing, yet to calm back down to normal as he ponders the significance of it all.

“Hey,” Buck’s voice echoes softly through the fog of deep thought that’s settled over Eddie.  “You still with me?”

Eddie shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, a soft smile pulling up the corners of his mouth as he looks up to meet Buck’s gaze.  “Yeah, baby, I’m here.”

Leaving Buck’s side for just one more brief moment, Eddie reaches for the blanket he had strategically set aside earlier.  It’s one of Buck’s favorites and Eddie knows it’ll feel good on Buck’s sensitive skin in the wake of his orgasm.  It’ll soften any sort of drop Buck might wind up having, too, and Eddie flashes Buck an achingly soft look as he returns to the bed.  He drapes the blanket over Buck, ensuring it’s covering as much of Buck as possible before climbing in beside him and pressing himself into Buck’s side.  His palm flattens across Buck’s chest, right where he’d held the stethoscope earlier.  He can still feel the faint outline of the stethoscope where it had been pressed firmly into Buck’s skin and it ignites a primal satisfaction in him; he knows the mark won’t last long, but it’s a mark that he’s left on Buck’s body, a mark no one else will see, that no one else can leave.

Buck’s hand comes up to eclipse his, wrapping around it, its weight pressing Eddie’s palm closer to Buck’s heart.  Eddie is acutely aware of the rhythm there, of how much slower and more relaxed it is now that they’re cocooned in the warmth and silence of the afterglow.  Tilting his head so he can look up at Buck, Eddie’s expression is soft, searching.

“How was that?”

Buck hums softly, a spent but sincere smile brightening his features as he tips his head down to meet Eddie’s eyes.  He gives Eddie’s hand a squeeze and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead where he’s resting on Buck’s shoulder.  “You know, I’ve had a lot of fantasies about playing doctor, but never anything quite like that.”

A beat of silence as Eddie tries to glean meaning from Buck’s words, then - “Is that good or bad?”

Buck chuckles, redoubling the firmness with which his hand is pressing Eddie’s palm to his heartbeat.  He takes a slow, deep breath, his heart rate dropping another beat or two still as serenity settles over him.  “It’s good.  It’s really good.”

Eddie averts his gaze, still smiling, nuzzling into the skin of Buck’s neck and ghosting a few featherlight kisses over his throat, feeling the gentle thrumming of Buck’s pulse beneath his lips.  “It was good for me, too.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie makes a wordless noise of acknowledgment and feels Buck’s arm tighten around his shoulders, pulling him closer.  

“Maybe next time I could listen to you?”  Buck asks shyly, his cheeks flushing a darling pink.  “Or we could try it while we cuddle?”

Buck’s clear excitement over their newfound activity floods Eddie’s veins with relief.  He knows Buck enjoyed himself, but hearing that he wants to try it again, incorporate it into their repertoire, reassures him more than anything that it’s something that Buck wants not only for Eddie, but for himself.  

“I’d love that,” Eddie says with a nod and another gentle kiss to the column of Buck’s throat.  “Any time.”

With that, they lapse into a comfortable, companionable silence where the only thing that matters is their closeness.  Buck’s eyes begin to flutter closed as sleep claims him but Eddie lies awake.  The steady cadence of Buck’s breathing and the gentle thumping of his heartbeat against Eddie’s palm are hypnotic and while slumber beckons him, too, he’s not quite ready to let go of the moment just yet.  He keeps silent vigil over Buck as the man’s breathing slows down and shallows out and marvels at how close they are.  

Something shifted between them during that scene, and while Eddie isn’t sure that he’ll be able to articulate just what it was if asked, he knows that it’s for the best.  It’s something the two of them can explore a little more together in the light of the following day, this heightened closeness.  For now, though, Eddie closes his eyes, grounds himself at the point of contact where Buck’s heart beats steadily beneath his hand, and lets the night take him at last.

#911 #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Buddie #kinktober #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #day 16 - free space #heartbeat #my writing

[gallawitchxx]

i'm really loving second person & i hope you are too! if you'd rather read face-sitting in third person, may i offer you this filthy fic by redroads about trans!mickey getting fucked hard & then making ian clean up his mess?

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day 16: "come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you" for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings

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Ian’s only been gone two nights and you had pretty fucking incredible phone sex both days, but when he gets home you decide to be a brat anyway.

Remind him that you’ve been lonely.

You pair your best pouty lips with that new jockstrap you got, and meet him at the door, barely letting him over the threshold before bending down to “get his bags.”

“What service,” he says, and you hate that you laugh. You’re supposed to be upset.

He knows the jig is up.

“Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

#we love a little bratty jockstrap wearing husband & so does ian #this was the first drabble i kind of wanted to write more of.... #LOL #day 16 #catch up by clicking this tag -> #dirty drabbles #all drabbles all 100 words all experimental #no plans just fun 🖤👻 #shameless #shameless fanfiction #gallavich kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #ian x mickey #bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼