Kinktober Day 24 - Sex Toy(s)
Ghost x Reader - 1.5k (on ao3)
summary: Ghost is focused solely on your pleasure when he comes home. (Reader POV)
cw: overstimulation
note: this is basically just a ghost version of my soap x reader from day 2, so if you like this consider checking that out!
Ghost is always greedy when he first comes home from deployment.
You can’t help but feel a bit bad about how… you-centered the sex always is, but it’s hard to complain when he holds you down by the thighs and feasts on your cunt for hours on end. Seriously - you’d thought you might die of dehydration the first time you passed out and woke up to him still buried between your legs. He’s a demon.
Simon’s not a particularly open man, and you haven’t been together long enough to justify pushing for more from him, but as best you can gather (or assume), he goes from laser-focused on whatever missions they’ve got him doing to laser-focused on you.
All that militaristic focus, all the desire to serve, focused right on you. Sometimes it feels like you might drown beneath the pure force of him, but he drags you back up.
You’re having fun with whatever this thing between you and Simon is. At some point you know you’ll have to either cut it off or push for more, but for now you’re content to see him for just a few days every few months.
And, well… it’s easy to let yourself get dragged into him when he is home.
You never gave him a key, but somehow you’re unsurprised when you come home from work one day to see him relaxed on the couch, mask already pulled up to his nose.
You’re even less surprised when you’re pinned to the wall hardly a heartbeat later.
You certainly don’t mind - Simon’s a fucking fantastic kisser, all nipping bites and harsh sucks, pressing his whole weight into your face while he holds your body flush with his. The two of you stumble against each other as you make your way to the bedroom, falling into the walls.
You jerk away from him at the sound of a picture falling, just managing to glance over your own shoulder. “Simon!” You scold, slapping his shoulder when he lifts you up the wall and glues himself to your neck.
“I’ll… fix… it…” he promises between bites, sucking hickies across the column of your throat. You’d like to snap something back at him, but he manages to find every spot that makes you melt. It’s impossible to complain, so you decide you’ll get him back later and wrap your legs around his waist.
“You better,” you still manage, ducking low until you can find his lips and drag his attention back to your mouth.
The next minutes flash by as he carries you to the bedroom, slowly stripping each of you of your clothes. You find yourself dropped onto the bed in only your granny panties, Simon nearly tripping over himself as he tries to kick his jeans off.
You can’t help but giggle at the sight of this big strong military man falling over himself to get to you. “Need some help there?”
He glares as he finally gets his pants off and crawls over you, but the little spark in his eyes dulls the anger. “Just lay there all pretty, don’t need you to do anything here.”
You snort at that, situating yourself comfortably against your pillows. “Did you miss me, or just my body?” You smile at him to show you’re not angry, that you don’t mind that this is the extent of your relationship for now.
He holds himself above you with a hand on your thighs, presses an uncharacteristically soft kiss to your lips. You’re nearly positive you hear him whisper “Both,” before he pulls away, but you don’t get a chance to ask about it before he’s diving between your thighs.
Here’s the thing with Simon - he doesn’t eat you out to make you feel good, he does it because he likes it. Which means that he very rarely warms you up, instead just dives tongue first into your core and feasts.
You and your needs become secondary to his hunger for your body, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s easy to melt into the pillows, resting one hand on the back of his head for just a bit more contact as he forces your thighs to the mattress, holding you spread open for himself.
He moans nearly as loudly as you do when he first dips his tongue inside of your hole, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“Missed this,” you pant, scratching lightly at his scalp.
He pulls away for half a second, shooting you a look that you can’t quite decipher. “Me, or my mouth?”
That shocks a sharp laugh out of you, and you catch the smile playing at his lips before he buries his face between your folds again.
“You’re…” you pant, shifting against his tongue when it flicks just right over your clit. “You’re a hell of a lot better than- than my vibrator. Less expensive than batteries, too.”
He lifts his head again - a bit shocking, since he usually ignores all of your sounds when he first comes home like this - and you can see an eyebrow cock beneath the mask. “You have a vibrator?”
You give him an unimpressed look. “I’m a grown woman, Simon. Of course I have a vibrator.”
He ignores the snark in your tone and pushes himself up to his knees. “Where?”
You wiggle underneath him, trying to draw his attention back to your dripping center. “Why does it matter? You’re here now, so c’mon-”
He lands a sharp blow on your inner thigh, making you yelp and then pout up at him.
“Faster you tell me, faster I get back to making you come.”
You sigh, knowing he’s not going to leave this alone. “Fine, it’s in the top drawer of my nightstand - you know, where everyone keeps their sex toys?”
He gives you another harsh tap as he leans over. “Less sass,” he rumbles, digging through the drawer.
“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t like my sass.”
He doesn’t respond, which strikes you as slightly odd, but you brush it off when he settles back between your legs with your hitachi in hand.
You raise your eyebrows as he settles onto his stomach, shifting so he’s eye-level with your pussy. He spends a few long moments fiddling with the hitachi, flicking between different speeds and vibrations. He’s so focused on the toy that you can’t help but giggle.
“Having fun?”
He looks back up to you, a rare smile fully lifting lips. “Y’won’t be gigglin’ like that in a few minutes, love.”
You hum, shifting your knees a little higher to spread yourself further open. “Big words, Si. Sure you can live up to it?”
It’s both the wrong and right thing to say - wrong because his eyes narrow and you just know he’s going to destroy your pussy, and right for the same reason.
You let yourself go boneless when he laves his tongue up your center, letting yourself fully relax into the pleasure. Sometimes Simon will spend hours working you up just to refuse to let you come, but never when he’s first home. You doubt he’ll break his pattern now.
And he doesn’t. He gets you off once before he even uses the vibrator, two fingers inside of your hole stroking against your g-spot while his tongue flicks over your clit quickly, drawing you right into a shivery orgasm that has your nerves sparking.
He doesn’t let you come down before you hear the soft buzzing or the hitachi, and then the near painful buzzing right against your overworked clit.
You nearly shoot up the bed, mouth open and eyes wide at the shock of pleasure. It almost hurts so soon after your first orgasm, rush after rush of sensation sending you toppling over another peak before you’re even aware.
“Not gigglin now, hm?” You hear him say, but you’re too drained to bother snapping back past a little tug to his hair. He pushes his fingers into you more harshly at that, and you moan again.
You carry on like that for what could be hours, for all you know. He alternates between using his tongue to thrust into you and sucking your clit between his lips to give you a break from the wand.
You’re sure that he mutters a few things every time you reach that deliciously horrible climax, but the blood rushing through your head and the low sound of vibrations blocks his voice out. All you can really hear - all you can really feel is the pleasure, the way your thighs shake by your sides, the drool slipping past your lips, the slick spreading across your thighs.
It’s a special kind of torture. The wand doesn’t get tired like Simon’s jaw, it’s merciless against your most sensitive parts, and Simon has no qualms with holding you down and forcing you to take it all for him. It’s both horrible and heavenly, painful and euphoric.
At some point, the world goes dark. You let yourself slip into a half-asleep state, knowing that you’ll wake up in the same position, your favorite military man glued to your pussy.
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Kinktober Day 24
Kinktober Day 24: Oral, f! receiving, Shuhei Hisagi x female reader.
Shuhei enters your shared bedroom, finding you sitting on the edge of the bed. A tired expression is on your face, anger hidden behind your eyes.
"What's wrong?" Shuhei sighs out, leaning against the wall. His voice brings you back to reality and you clear your throat. You didn't even notice him entering the room.
"Oh, nothing. Just a long day," you explain, forcing a fake smile upon your face. Shuhei cocks an eyebrow and walks over to you.
He knows when something is wrong and when you need to let off steam to release stress.
Shuhei towers above you and grabs onto your shoulders, fingers kneading into your flesh.
"Why don't you just sit back and relax?" Shuhei asks, his eyes glistening and filling with lust. He gently presses his lips to yours and you hum against them.
You circle an arm around his neck and comb your fingers through his soft raven hair. Shuhei presses his hand to your shoulder and presses your back into the mattress, breaking the kiss.
He slides down onto his knees, impatiently unbuttoning your pants and taking them off. You prop yourself up on your elbows as Shuhei snakes his way up to your underwear, pressing a kiss to your clothed clit.
Your body tingle and your skin flushes as Shuhei hooks his fingers underneath your underwear, slowly peeling it off. His eyes lock onto your pussy like it's candy and he licks his lips.
Shuhei grabs onto your ankles and props them over his shoulders. A gasp leaves your lips as Shuhei runs his tongue over your folds. His hands grab onto your thighs, fingers kneading into your flesh.
Shuhei's nose bumps into your clit, sending a wave of electric energy down your spine. You spread your legs wider and Shuhei's tongue rims around your hole.
You clench around nothing, letting out a desperate moan. Shuhei's hand travels up your thigh and grabs onto your hand, interlacing your fingers and squeezing your hand.
"Easy, just relax. Let me hear those pretty moans of yours," Shuhei's warm breath fans along your slit. You open your mouth to speak, but Shuhei's lips wrap around your clit, sucking firmly.
"O-oh, Shuhei," you cry out, squeezing your thighs around his head.
Shuhei groans, sending a vibration up to your clit, causing your body to squirm. The sound of your sweet moans filling the room make his cock grow hard inside his boxers.
Shuhei's fingers tease your puffy folds, slowly pushing inside your hole. Your jaw goes slack, a loud moan leaving your lips. His knuckles curl and flick against your sweet spot.
His free hand travels up from your thigh and grabs onto your hand, interlacing your fingers and giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.
His tongue swirls around your clit and heavy panted breaths leave your throat. Your clit buzzes against his tongue, along with the combined action of his fingers deep inside of your pussy, brings you closer to your release.
You reach down and comb your fingers through his raven hair, tugging and pulling. The hotness in between your legs start to grow beyond your control.
"Shuhei! I'm close," you warn him, your thighs starting to shake. He squeezes your hand and digs his fingers deeper inside of you. Your moans grow louder and louder.
His lips desperately suck on your sore, aching clit. You squeeze his hand harshly, ropes of cum leaking out from your pussy as you cry out with pleasure.
Shuhei's fingers become coated in your juices and they start to slide out from your stuffed pussy. Your cum starts to slide down to your inner thighs and drip onto your bedsheets.
Shuhei presses a wet kiss to your clit, before his tongue glides over your hole, still leaking out cum. You pant heavily, a whimper leaving your lips as his tongue picks up your cum.
His tongue travels down to your thighs, picking up the sticky juices before lifting his head up.
"You did so well, y/n. Come here," Shuhei comments with a soft voice, gripping onto your hips and lifting you into his lap as he sits down in the bed.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you rest your head on his shoulder.
"Thank you for that," you mumble out, cheeks flushed. Shuhei glances down at you and lets out a tiny chuckle.
"Anytime...literally," he mumbles out and a smile tugs on your face.
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Kinktober Day 24: Monster Fucking(Shout At The Devil)
warnings/kinks: smuttiness, slight dub-con, monster fucking, devil trigger fucking, mentions of breeding
pairings: DT!Vergil x Fem!Reader
word count: 1k
tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower
It all started when you first saw that side of him while he was fighting devils with his brother. You couldn’t help but be even more intrigued by Vergil than previously. The man was already such an enigma to you, but it never stopped you from wanting to learn more about him and to love him even more. But to see him like this, it was an entirely different experience. You found yourself admiring him a little longer, and you tried to get a good idea of what this new form meant. You were sure he’s had this form for a while, but this was something so new for you.
And when you mentioned it, Vergil put an end to your fantasies. He wouldn’t show you that form. He would only use it to protect you and that would be the only time you saw him in that way. It’s not that he is ashamed, he just doesn’t know if he could handle triggering in front of you and trying his best not to breed you. The thought of having a lover while he is in that form, it drives him so insane.
It wasn’t long when you finally chipped away at him. Eventually, Vergil agreed to give you a closer look. You were to sit on the bed and he would devil trigger in front of you. You could look, but you were strictly not allowed to touch at all. You struggled with keeping your hands to yourself, but you couldn’t deny the arousal you felt as you watched him turn into this monster.
“You’re beautiful,”
Vergil steps back, “That’s irrelevant. Are you pleased with your research now?” He was clearly annoyed with what was going on. He didn’t want you to get too comfortable with this side of him. It was a side meant to protect you, after all.
You couldn’t believe the sound of his voice. It caused you to shudder, and you knew you had to have him in an intimate way. You crawl over to him on the bed, and he backs up once more. He doesn’t want you to get too close. He’s seconds away from losing his composure and pressing you onto that mattress to breed you. In this form, you smell even more divine. He can hear your heart pounding in your little chest.
“That’s enough,”
In a flash of energy, he reverts to his human form once more. You are a little disappointed, but you know you’ll have to be patient with him. Clearly there is something going on here that he isn’t explaining to you, and you were determined to find out. So you set out to test his patience with you every time he triggered in front of you.
In the long run, you were very successful with your attempts. Vergil became accustomed to letting you touch him while he was in that form. It didn’t help his building need to breed you, but he soon figured out he liked it when your little hands caressed his scaly skin. His tail often carefully wrapped around you and pulled you closer. It felt like he could really protect you, though he was starting to get a little too close to losing his resolve.
And one night, he snaps. You just smell so good, and Vergil knows you are ovulating. He figures this would be the perfect time to breed you. Though the thought of having another child frightens him, his want to breed was ever consuming. It started as this little ball inside of him, but now it took over every part of his body and his mind. He wanted–no he needed you. It would consume him even more if he didn’t have his fill of your sweet little human body.
“Get on the bed,” he commands. You climb onto the bed and soon, you’re being shoved onto your hands and knees.
Vergil takes no time to trigger in front of you. You swallow hard at the creature in front of you. It was the love of your life, but he was so different like this. Vergil is quick to get onto the bed with you, the whole frame cracking beneath you. You squeal as the bed shifts more, and then the whole thing just collapses. Vergil scoffs at this, but it is soon forgotten. The smell of your arousal fills the air.
And it is just invading all his senses. As much as he knows he needs to ease you into this, he won’t have much logic left. It’ll all be replaced by lust, and he will be pounding you into this mattress. Oh, the thought of it alone is just too much for him to handle.
You shudder as you feel his claws scraping against your skin. The danger of it all is really what has you thrilled, though the size of his girth was something else. It left you both wanting but also terrified of how it would even manage to fit. Vergil softly moans something under his breath, and you feel him parting your ass cheeks.
“So slick, so wet. I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time.”
You squirm under his touch, only making him that much more excited to feel you from the inside. And it feels so good when the head of his enormous cock prods your tiny little hole. He takes a few minutes to really tease you, making sure you’re sufficiently wet. Though he believes you might not truly ever be ready for this.
A strangled sound comes from him as he begins pushing into you, and you can feel every inch stretching you out. You’re panting and whining as the pleasure builds so immensely, and your walls begin clenching all around him even before he is halfway through. Your eyes roll back in your head as your orgasm washes over you. Vergil chuckles as he feels you cumming from him thrusting into you alone.
“Well well,” he says, “I guess you can take me.”
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Kinktober Day Twenty-Four: Crossdressing - Jisung/Chan
Tags: Feminization, petnames like princess, baby girl, good girl, mentions of alcohol, fingering, anal, top!Chan, bottom!Jisung
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Fewer things in this world were more beautiful than Han Jisung. Specifically, Han Jisung when he got all pretty for Chan–when he put pretty hair clips in his hair, smeared pink shimmer across his eyelids, touched up his lashes with mascara, and emphasized his plump lips with a red, sticky lip gloss. When he would put on his favorite pink corset top and a pleated mini-skirt that barely covered his ass, stocking clad thighs leading to feet slipped into Barbie-pink pumps that made him at least three inches taller than Chan. Sometimes he even put on a wig.
Chan wanted to make that makeup run. He wanted to smear his lipstick across his face and watch his mascara flow down his face. Jisung always looked so pretty like that, tiny waist, soft thighs squeezed by thigh-highs, his gorgeous makeup all messy. He would whine and say Chan was messing up his hard work, but he loved it all the same.
When Jisung got home after a lunch out with Felix, a million and one scenarios of how Chan wanted to ravish him ran through his mind. He was wearing that outfit that he loved so much, the one that made him look especially girly and emphasized his tiny waist and curvy hips. His hair had been growing out lately and he’d gotten it curled so it fell in pretty waves around his face. Chan watched him like a hawk as he hung up his purse and bent over to take off his heels. Chan’s mouth went dry when his skirt rode up, revealing the underside of Jisung’s ass. While his whole outfit was pink, the panties he was wearing wear baby-blue. A color that looked gorgeous on Jisung’s tan skin.
He swallowed thickly as Jisung straightened up and headed over to Chan with a bright smile on his face, socked feet padding against the floor. Chan opened his arms for him and he collapsed against him with an “oof!”
“How was your time out?” Chan asked, running a hand through Jisung’s hair. He only then noticed that he had gotten a few glittery extensions. Cute.
“It was really good. Definitely ate too much food and Felix ordered a bunch of sweet drinks so I may have gotten a bit tipsy, but Changbin drove us back so we wouldn’t have to call a cab but I’m sober now,” he said, all in one breath. Chan chuckled and tucked his hair behind his ears.
“Yeah? I’m glad you had a good time,” he said softly.
Jisung hummed and nuzzled against Chan’s neck. Chan shivered and his hands went to hold Jisung’s dainty waist. “Mhmm, me too,” he mumbled against his skin. Chan shifted, trying to keep his arousal at bay. “I missed you though.”
“I missed you too,” Chan agreed. In more ways than one , he didn’t say.
Jisung pressed a soft kiss to his neck then and his breath caught in his throat. “I miss you a lot . And I saw how you were looking at me when I walked in, hyung. I’m not blind,” he said, pressing his soft lips to Chan’s skin again. Chan could feel the lipstick stain that was left behind and he took a deep breath.
“Sorry,” he mumbled. “You’re just so…fuck you look so pretty in this outfit.”
Jisung giggled softly. “It’s okay, hyung. You can say that you wanna fuck me. I know you like it when I dress up like a girl,” he said teasingly. Chan felt his blood rush south.
“I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into, Sung,” Chan said lowly. He squeezed Jisung’s waist as a warning but Jisung only smiled.
“Oh I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. I wouldn’t have said anything otherwise,” he said sweetly. He sucked on the skin beneath Chan’s jaw and Chan inhaled deeply.
“You promise you’re sober?”
“Mhmm. Just a pleasant buzz. I want this. Was thinking about you as I was getting dressed this morning. May or may not have fingered myself in the shower this morning too.”
Chan tongued his cheek and clenched his jaw. “Fuck. Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom then,” he said. Jisung giggled happily and wrapped himself around Chan so that he could pick him up. Chan wrapped his hands underneath Jisung’s thighs and carried him to their bedroom with practiced ease. He tossed Jisung onto the bed but was still gentle enough to make sure he didn’t get hurt.
When Jisung reached down to begin taking off his skirt, Chan shook his head vehemently and reached out to still Jisung’s hands. “No. Keep it on. I’m gonna fuck you in this outfit, yeah? Wanna see how pretty my princess looks in his outfit while I fuck him.” Jisung nodded and chewed on his bottom lip to bite back a whimper.
“Yes sir,” he responded softly, letting his hands fall limp at his side.
“That’s a good girl.” The whine Jisung let out was music to his ears.
Chan quickly went to grab the lube and a condom and then crawled between Jisung’s spread thighs. He ran his hands up from his knees to the edge of the stockings and pinched the soft flesh that spilled over the edge of them. Jisung gasped and bent his knees slightly as he spread his legs further. There was a small tent in his skirt where the fabric rested over his dick and the sight made Chan’s cock pulse. “So fucking pretty, princess. Wonder how many people were staring at you when you went out.”
Jisung shuffled on the bed as Chan continued playing with his thighs, his grip bruising even as he pushed his hands under his skirt to grab his inner thighs. “I-I don’t know,” he said shakily. “Was only thinking of you.”
“Even when you were with your friends?” Chan asked. He flipped up Jisung’s skirt and his breath hitched at the sight of Jisung’s hard cock trapped inside his blue, lace panties.
Jisung shivered as the cool hair hit his cock and he whimpered. “Ye-yeah,” he stuttered. “I–the reason I got off in the shower was so I wouldn’t be thinking about you the whole time I was out. So I wouldn’t imagine you reacting like this to my outfit. But it didn’t help, it wasn't enough. Wanted your cock.”
Chan practically growled in response, a groan getting trapped in his throat. “Shit, you’re so fucking sexy, Jisungie. How did I get so lucky?” he asked as he moved his hands to hold Jisung’s hips. He brushed his thumb over the tip of Jisung’s cock where it was leaking into his panties and Jisung moaned.
“ Hyunggg ,” he whined and then he huffed. “I want you, please.”
“You’ll have me,” Chan said. “What, I can’t take my time with you?”
“You can but not now ,” Jisung insisted. “I dressed up so nice and you don’t want to take me apart right now?”
Chan chuckled softly and leaned over Jisung so that he could kiss him softly. But Jisung immediately wrapped his arms around Chan so that he could kiss him deeper and he parted his lips to run his tongue over his lips. Chan smiled against his mouth and huffed but allowed Jisung to have the kiss he wanted. It quickly turned passionate and messy because Chan could never get enough of his Jisung and his mouth tasted sweet, like lipgloss and sugary alcohol and dessert, and so entirely Jisung that he never wanted to stop kissing him.
Jisung was quick to grow impatient though and after a minute he pulled away with a gasp. “That was enough time. Now fuck me, please .”
Chan grinned as he looked down at Jisung. He already looked disheveled, his wavy hair fanning out across the pillow and his lipgloss smeared across his lips. Just like he loved. “Whatever my princess wishes,” he said. Jisung’s eyes lit up with excitement and he smiled as Chan sat back on his heels.
“I don’t need much prep, ‘m still loose,” Jisung said. A faint blush spread across his cheeks and Chan’s heart skipped a beat. He was so beautiful it was unfair.
“I’ll be the judge of that,” he decided. “Lift your legs for me, baby.”
Jisung held his thighs up and bent his knees toward his chest so that Chan could get a good view between his legs. He hooked his finger in the panties and pulled them to the side, revealing Jisung’s pink, fluttering hole. It was still a little swollen from fucking himself earlier in the day and there was a bit of wetness left from the lube. Chan bit his lip.
He opened the bottle of lube just to be safe and coated his fingers with his. Jisung never took his eyes off him, his eyelids heavy and pupils blown. Chan pushed a single finger in at first to test the waters and when he was met with no resistance, he pushed a second finger in alongside the first. Jisung’s eyes fluttered, his eyelashes fanning across his cheeks. “Fuck, you really are loose. How many fingers did you use?”
“Th-three, for the most part,” Jisung managed, swallowing audibly after. “But I added a fourth at the end.”
“Shit,” Chan mumbled. He spread his fingers and Jisung’s body arched as he mewled.
“Hyung!” he exclaimed. “Please, more. I can take another, please don’t make me wait. I’m your good girl, right?” he asked, doe eyes pleading as they held Chan’s gaze. He clenched his jaw and his cock twitched in his pants. He loved when Jisung got like this, falling into the role of Chan’s baby girl as easily as he pulled on a skirt. It made waves of arousal shoot through his stomach.
“Yeah, you are,” he said. He pulled both fingers out just to thrust three in at once. He pushed them deep and searched around before he found the little bundle of nerves in Jisung’s hole. He grinned and rubbed over it with the tips of his fingers just to watch Jisung writhe under his touch.
“Oh fuck– hyung please,” Jisung whimpered. Chan’s fingers continued moving but he took a moment to look up at Jisung. Holy shit, he already looked so fucked out. His cheeks were fiery red and there was hardly any color left in his eyes from how big his pupils had gotten.
“Yeah? Please what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He curled his fingers and Jisung’s back arched. He rolled his hips down to push Chan’s fingers deeper and when he hit his prostate again he keened. The ties on his corset top stretched across his chest as he took deep, heavy breaths to calm himself, but it didn’t seem to be working as Chan continued to spread his fingers and abuse his prostate with every thrust.
“Ah-ahh–st-stop, I’m gonna come,” Jisung said. “Wanna come on your cock, I’m ready.”
Chan hummed and stroked his free hand up Jisung’s thigh. “Alright, I’ll give you what you want,” he said softly. He bent down and kissed the sliver of skin that was showing between Jisung’s corset and skirt and removed his fingers as he did so. It was tempting to tease Jisung more, really make him beg and cry, but Chan was a weak man. Jisung really didn’t have to do much to get him to cave, especially looking as pretty and pliant as he did. The pink of his clothes matched the flush spread across his skin. He looked edible.
Chan made quick work of tugging his pants off and his cock bobbed up, achingly hard. Jisung didn’t even need to touch him to get him like this. Just seeing him walk in the door before was enough to make him hard so now he was throbbing .
He reached for the condom, but Jisung whined. “Nooo, I wanna feel you.”
“Are you sure? It’ll make a mess,” Chan said, but Jisung nodded.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Don’t care if I get my clothes messy. I just want your cum inside me.”
Chan groaned and cursed under his breath. “You’re unreal. Fuck. So perfect, princess.” He tossed the condom aside and got back between Jisung’s thighs. He tossed his legs over his shoulder and pulled his panties aside again to line himself up. “I’ll fill you up good, yeah? You don’t have to worry.”
Chan began to push his cock past the rim and Jisung tossed his head back, muscles rippling under his tanned skin. “ Ahh , yes, yes, yesss ,” he moaned at the feeling of Chan’s cock filling him up. He clenched around him and Chan clenched his teeth, inhaling sharply.
“You gotta relax, I’m gonna come too fast if you keep doing that,” he warned and Jisung took a couple deep breaths. Chan soothed his hand over the side of his thigh and brushed his thumb over the seam of his stockings. “Yeah, that’s it, that’s my good girl.”
Jisung whimpered, going lax against the sheets. “Hyung, please,” he whined, fingers flexing against the sheets. Arousal heated Chan’s stomach. He could never get over hearing how Jisung said hyung. He didn’t consider himself to have a hyung kink, but something about Jisung saying it, his usually caramelly-deep voice multiple pitches higher than normal, dressed in all pink, that made Chan dizzy with want.
He pushed all the way to the base, his hips flush against Jisung’s ass. He gave himself and Jisung a second to adjust before he started moving, but Jisung was quick to insist, “ Move.” So Chan pulled all the way out until just the tip of his cock was pressed against his rim, and then he slammed back in, the slap of their skin together resounding across the room.
Jisung moaned wantonly, ah, ah, ahs spilling from his lips as Chan picked up a steady rhythm, fucking into him with abandon. His skirt was flipped up over his stomach because of his position and his stockings began rolling down his thighs as they slid along Chan’s shoulders. Chan felt his whole body quiver around him as he pushed his knees further back towards his chest and angled his hips to hit his prostate head on. “So fucking pretty, so pretty like this,” he gritted through his teeth.
“Th-thank yo-ou,” Jisung hiccuped. His hole clenched around Chan’s cock as he pounded into him and he moaned pathetically. Pleasure pooled in Chan’s stomach at the feeling of Jisung spasming around him and he took a deep breath to calm himself. He needed to make Jisung come first.
“That’s it princess, you’re doing so good,” Chan praised when Jisung let out a strangled moan. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth was opened, producing a pretty litany of moans. A light sheen of sweat covered his skin and it shimmered under the light which emphasized the tensing of his muscles.
“Hhhh, f-fu-uck, hhhyung ,” Jisung moaned, twisting against the bed. “ Harder .”
“Harder? Want me to–mm fuck–want me to split you in half, princess?” Chan asked breathlessly. He snapped his hips harder and Jisung cried out, eyes rolling back.
“Yes, yes, yes, ohhh fuck.” Jisung bit his lip and his chest heaved. “‘M gonna–I’m gonna– ahh, ah! Hyung, there, yes! ”
Sweat dripped down Chan’s face as he fucked into Jisung and he could feel his own orgasm approaching. Jisung was like a vice around him, clenching so tight he could barely think. “Yeah, that’s it,” he said, squeezing Jisung’s thighs. “C’mon, come for me, let me see how pretty you look when you come.”
Jisung whined and his back raised off the bed. “Sh-shit,” he hiccuped. “I’m c-coming, hyung.” His cock, which by now was poking out of his blue panties, twitched and spurted cum all over the underside of his skirt. He moaned long and loud and Chan clenched his jaw at how tight his hole squeezed around him. He looked fucking gorgeous as he came. The pleasure was written all over his angelic face and the sight alone was enough to bring Chan to the edge.
His whole body buzzed as he gave a few final thrusts and finally came inside Jisung, making a mess of his hole. Jisung moaned as he was filled and the sound was the only thing Chan’s brain registered for the next few moments.
When his orgasm finally finished, he let Jisung’s legs slip from his shoulders and he exhaled. He fell forward, collapsing on top of Jisung and he grunted. “Hyung, you’re heavy,” he complained weakly. His voice was so soft Chan could barely register it.
“It’s all those muscles,” he mumbled against Jisung’s chest. Jisung rolled his eyes.
“Whatever,” he said playfully. He wiggled a little under him. Chan hummed softly and wrapped his arms around his slim waist.
“Let’s lay here, I’m tired,” he mumbled.
“No, my skirt needs to be washed!” Chan closed his eyes and pretended to snore. “Hyung! I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass.”
“Okay, okay,” Chan responded, groaning. “You know, you aren’t being a very good girl right now.” He poked Jisung’s cheek and laughed at the way his face lit up red.
“Shut the fuck up, oh my gosh.”
Chan cackled as he stood up. “Alright, fine. Come here, let me carry you to the bathroom like the princess you are.”
Jisung pouted but held his arms around for Chan anyway. “Mhm, that’s right,” he said with a nod as Chan wrapped his arms around him. He smiled softly to himself and pressed a chaste kiss to Jisung’s lips as he held him. Wow, he loved this boy.
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You, me, and your hands tonight – Kinktober 24
Summary: You just love Dean’s hands.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader
Kink: Quorofilia / Hand Fetish
Warnings: dirty talk, hand fetish, fluff, light smut, slow sex, unprotected sex
Square 16 filled for @spnaubingo: Vanilla Sex
Square 3 filled for @spndeanbingo: Slow and Steady
A/N: A short and fluffy drabble with a dash of hand kink...
Kinktober 2022
His hands run all over your skin. Gently explore every curve of your body.
Fingertips dance over your skin to touch the scars all over your body he knows so well. Nothing can compare to the feeling of Dean’s hands touching you.
Rough. Gentle. Big. Strong.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Every inch of you is just perfect, sweetheart.” Dean dips his head, eyes drinking your exposed body in. “I could cum only by looking at you.”
“Dean,” you bite your index finger and seductively look at your boyfriend. “That’s not funny. We didn’t see each other for the better of a week. I want you to cum while being inside of me.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean whispers lowly, “I’m going to cum so hard inside of your naughty little cunt. Just wait for it.”
Your eyes drop back to his hands to fuel the fire he ignited. You watch Dean move one of his hands between your legs. He just teases you with his index finger, running it up and down your clit.
“DEAN!”
“Patience, baby. I’m going to take my time with you tonight.”
Dean and you are used to quickies in the shower or fumbling in the dark in the backseat of his car.
On nights like these, your boyfriend likes to tease, touch and caress. Dean loves to take his time with you if he gets the chance to do so.
“Uh-huh. My perfect boyfriend wants to blow my mind tonight.”
“That he wants to do,” he flashes you a smile. “I’m going to take your breath away, baby girl. Your boyfriend will make you cum so hard.”
He tickles your sides, making you giggle and squeal. You push your foot against his shoulder, but it’s no use. Dean starts tickling your foot.
“Dean!”
“What?” you both look at each other for a moment and it feels like your are frozen in time. Nothing else matters but you and him.
In these rare moments, it almost feels like you’re a normal couple and not like every day is a fight for you and Dean.
Being a pair put you and Dean in danger. Being in love is dangerous to hunters. Especially when one of them is a Winchester.
“Come up here Mr. Winchester and get some love,” Dean slowly crawls on top of you. He settles between your legs and cages you with his arms. “I’ve missed you, sexy bastard.”
“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he claims your lips in a soft kiss. “So much, baby.” You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.
“I always miss you, Dean.”
“I’m going to stay with you. Always.”
“Always.”
Dean slowly sinks into you. He takes his time and savors the moment he feels you wrapped around him.
His strong arms hold your body to his warm chest, providing the safety you seek. You do the same. Your arms and legs wrap around his body as if you belong there. All over him.
“So warm and soft,” Dean moves slow, deliberate. He drags his cock along your walls to rub over the sweet spot only he’s allowed to touch. “Beautiful.”
“Big…thick…strong,” his lips reach out for you, claim yours in a soft, almost shy kiss. “Cocky.”
You close your eyes and allow you and Dean to get lost in pleasure and the intimacy of your union.
Tomorrow might end up with another fight and more monsters. But tonight is all yours…
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KINKTOBER DAY 24
kink of the day: Three or Moresome
additional kinks/warnings: sex party, exhibitionism & voyeurism, recreational drug use, aphrodisiacs
characters: Sith!Silvass and many, many other characters (@lhunuial, @kaosstar, @starrealis, @askshivanulegacy)
A/N: Some self indulgent fun with Sith!AU Silvass, who gets to enjoy the company of many different people at one of Shidohro's famous sex parties. Have fun finding all the cameos and easter eggs in this rather lengthy piece.
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Silvass wiped his mouth and pressed a quick kiss on the inside of Shidohro's thighs, stroking her long legs until she was completely relaxed. He was in no hurry to get up, he didn't mind kneeling for her.
“Hm, you look so good like this,” he murmured against her soft skin, looking up at her satisfied smile. “Your beauty is beyond compare.”
Shidohro cupped his face in her hands, pulled him up for a deep kiss, tasting herself on his lips. “You're such a flatterer.”
She finally released him, let her eyes travel over his scantily clad body as he stood in front of her, clearly conflicted about whether she should let him go. “I'm glad you made it though. I always look forward to welcoming you at my parties.”
“I'm honored by your invitation, as always.” He bowed and winked at her, ignoring the looks he got from the Zabrak and the Zeltron sitting on either side of her. Einan was more controlled, his dislike hidden by a polite smile. Drax on the other hand... if looks could kill, Silvass would probably be dead by now. He grinned at them as he took his leave, promising Shidohro that he would come by later during the party.
After that he wandered around a bit, taking a drink from one of the servants, admiring his sculpted chest and extensive piercings. He didn't bother tying his silk robe in the front as sipped from the spiced wine and let his eyes roam over the party, which was in full swing by now. A handsome Sith walked by with a human on a leash, and Silvass found himself staring at the young man's flushed face and the red marks on his ass.
The best thing about Shidohro's famous parties wasn't the food or the wine or the decorations, no, it was her guests. Invitations were highly coveted among Dromund Kaas' high society, but Shidohro always hand picked the chosen ones. And Shidohro had a great and very exclusive taste in all things that mattered.
Silvass recognized many familiar faces in the crowd. Lord Vowrawn was the guest of honor, drawing most of the attention tonight. Of course Mala was here too, either in her position as head of Shidohro's security or to enjoy her day off. Their eyes met briefly, before she flashed him a smile and left with a tall stranger.
Before he could decide where to go next, someone approached him from behind. Small hands, sharp nails, he immediately knew who he was dealing with, even though he had never bothered to learn her name. Shidohro's youngest apprentice was such a feral little creature. Insatiable, irritable, and never patient enough to wait for her turn.
The small Zabrak grabbed his hair and pulled his head down for a ferocious kiss, almost making him spill his drink. She growled and bit his lips when he pushed her against a wall. “Nice to meet you too.” He chuckled at her attempts to get him to fuck her. There was something endearing about the way she demanded his attention, the way she wrapped one leg around his waist, squirming to get his half-hard cock inside of her.
Silvass vividly remembered the last time he'd fucked her, how loud she had been and how many times she had come on his cock, clawing at his back in ecstasy. She was always too demanding for her station, but stars, did she love being put in her place. So he obliged her, fucked her against the wall until her eyes rolled back in her skull and she cried out, a quick and satisfying encounter to start this evening off.
He barely had time to clean himself up before he saw another familiar face in the crowd, one he hadn't seen in a long time. Zesira was breathtakingly beautiful, many said even more so than her sister, a fact she loved to be reminded of. At the same time, she was nothing like Naya.
As soon as she recognized him, a grin lit up her beautiful face. Silvass followed her into one of the private rooms, where she made herself comfortable in the middle of a huge bed, relaxing in a nest of embroidered cushions, surrounded by her admirers. Her lingerie wasn't designed to cover but instead to show off the best features of her body. Silvass recognized a few of her companions, but not the man who came up behind her, kissed her shoulder. A Mirialan like herself. Big, strong, serious. Very pretty in an angry sort of way.
“Silvass! I had hoped to see you today,” Zesira purred as he sat down next to her. “Would you like to join us for a bit?” She ran her hand down his chest, chuckling when she reached his soft cock.
“I'd love nothing more.” He traced the lace of her bra with the tip of his finger, regretting now that he had just finished inside of Shidohro's overeager apprentice. But if he knew anything about Zesira, it was that she was very patient, the complete opposite of the Zabrak girl. Remembering a few of the things they had done together made him smirk. “I'm sure I can be of assistance until I have... fully recovered.”
“I might be able to help you with that.” Naya's sister laughed softly and leaned closer to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him. Her lips were sweeter than the sweetest wine, and as they moved against his he immediately recognized the taste. A powerful aphrodisiac commonly referred to as “red mist.” Silvass knew its effects well.
Zesira parted her lips, moaned into his mouth, coaxing his tongue into her mouth. As soon as he followed her lead the cloying taste got even stronger, overwhelming his senses. The drug was potent and didn't take long to work. By the time their kiss ended, his heart was beating faster and his cock was harder than it had been all evening, throbbing and burning to be touched.
“Hm, that's a promising start,” she laughed and laid back on her cushions, spreading her legs shamelessly for him. He was inside of her in a heartbeat, moaning at the delicious sensations, all of them enhanced and intensified by the drug. Her skin was so soft, her cunt so wet and tight, he felt like he could get lost in her flesh at any moment.
He couldn't talk, but he loved the way she kept urging him on, despite there being no need for it. He fucked her with deep, long thrusts, squeezed her perfect breasts and showered her with kisses until she shivered and cried out.
As if her moans were a signal, a few of her admirers joined them on the bed, touching her and worshiping her like she deserved. A blue skinned Twi'lek lavished her breasts with kisses, a young man came up behind her to kiss her neck. Several others joined them, their hands all over them. Others were pleasuring themselves, some of them so ecstatically that Silvass had to slow down and watch. There was a pureblood woman with dark purple skin right next to him, and she was pleasuring herself in a way that was so wildly sensual he couldn't look away.
A young man with a flushed face kissed him on the lips, and he could taste traces of the same substance there, distracting him for a moment. Long enough that he didn't notice the slick and slippery cock pressing against his ass. Only when the blunt head pierced him did he fully grasp what was happening. The blonde Mirialan, Zesira's new lover he reminded himself, pushed all the way in, not particularly gentle but with surprising urgency, his breath hot on Silvass' shoulder.
Silvass saw the smirk on Zesira's treacherous lips, and he didn't begrudge her her little games. Not when they got him fucked by such a delicious, fat cock. He groaned and thrust back against the man, then forward into Zesira's heat. Stars, yes. This was exactly why he loved Shidohro's parties so much.
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I mean it is tradition
(Wordless/Full Pic Below - tw smoking)
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— DAY 24 ; DETECTIVE!AU detective!thoma x afab!reader
cw. eating out, degrading kink
word count. 666
a/n. i am late once again pardon me
KINK/FLUFFTOBER
thoma was your neighbor and for some reason, you never got along. like, this man could get along with everyone, but for some reason you didn’t feel like empathizing with him. maybe it was because you were a cat person and he was a dog person. or rather that his niceness was too much and you suspected something from him.
you didn’t care much, so you didn’t investigate further. you only knew that he was a detective and he was appreciated amongst all cops, nothing else. what you did know is that nowadays, he has been on a tiring case. he’s been coming back late home late and for some reason, it worried you.
you decided to be nice and pay him a visit. you also made him cookies, it took you a lot of energy to make them. today he came back a little earlier than usual, at 9pm. you rang the doorbell and waited for him to come and open up the door at you. he tiredly says “who is i-” until he notices it you. “oh hello (y/n)!” he says with a smile on the face.
“oh my thoma, you look exhausted” you said as he awkwardly chuckles. he lets you in as you place the cookies on the table. you placed your hands on his cheeks and turned his head left and right. “what are you doing here?” he asked confused. “well, you have been getting home late lately and uh… i guess i started getting worried” you say which makes him smile. “awee, (y/n) getting worried? about me? how cute”
“i’m leaving” you said as you walked up to the door. “no no no, don’t go!” he said grabbing your hand. “don’t mock me then” you grumble annoyed. “so cold” he replies as you roll your eyes. “want me to give you a massage?” you then ask sighing. “what?” he asks blushing. “i don’t know, it’ll make you less tired i guess” you say as he nods.
he sits down on the couch as you stand behind the couch to start massaging his shoulder. he lets out gentle groans from satisfaction as you go down to his back. “lay down” you order him as he nods. you sit up beside him on the floor and start massaging his back. you end up massaging his whole body in the end and sit beside him. he sits down putting his head back sighing.
“that felt good” he says as you chuckle. “i’m glad i could help” you reply with a smile on the face. “i wanna make you feel good” he then says as you shake your head. “no need to” you reply. “not in the same way though” he says as you tilt your head confused. “will you let me, i, detective thoma, inspect your body?” he asks making your eyes widen.
you remain quiet staring at him. you felt like saying yes for some reason. “no” you replied instead. “please?” he asked leaning over to you. you felt your heart racing. you gulped as you ended up saying “fine!” which makes him bite his lower lip. he starts undressing you as you bite your lower lip. he kisses your neck running his hand down your body. he then spreads your legs and kisses down to your pussy.
you let out a gasp as he slides his tongue in you. your eyes roll back as he starts tongue fucking you. the slurping sounds took over the place along with your light moans as your breathe slowly got heavy. thoma groaned against your cunt as you came over his tongue. “you taste so good” he mumbled against your pussy as you rolled your eyes.
“whore” you say as he chuckles. “your whore” he says as you roll your eyes unamused. “yeah, you’re annoying” you reply. “what?!? you’re truly hurting me (y/n), don’t say that” he said on a sad tone. “fuck off, you’re adorable” you say which makes him smile.
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Day 24: "You take my fingers so well don’t you?"
Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings
There wasn't much of this image I could show on Tumblr ... so please visit the full image here!
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Day 24 - Degradation [koga oogami x amab! reader]
content warnings - nsfw, mdni. dom! koga, blowjob, face fucking
word count - 255
“Gh... just like that-t...”
A sigh left the male, his head thrown back as his hand tugged at your hair. “Such a fucking slut for my cock, huh...”
You could only moan before he shoved his entire length back into your mouth, triggering your gag reflex and causing you to jolt. A crooked smile appeared on Koga’s face at your reaction, his pale yellow eyes dark.
The both of you know how much he liked to lash out at you, asserting his dominance. Not that you minded... you actually encouraged his erratic behavior.
“Yer my cumdump, hear that?” He hissed, his other hand gliding to your head and suddenly moving your head up and down on his cock, matched moans leaving the both of you. “Fuckin’ hell-”
As he face-fucked you your spit flew everywhere, your eyes rolling up to your head as Koga used you like a toy. You’re throat was starting to hurt now, so he better be finishing soon...
Fortunately, a particularly hard thrust into your mouth had him tighten his grip on your hair, a broken curse leaving his lips as he shot his hot seed into your throat. Gagging at the salty liquid you tried to swallow everything that he gave you, spare the few drops dribbling out of your mouth and onto your chin.
You whined as he yanked your head back, his excess semen painting your lips. As he watched you hurriedly wipe your flushed face, panting heavily, he couldn’t help but soften his glare.
You’re a keeper.
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yesterday, i took a workshop on plant magic & so please have this wild metaphor for anal fingering LOL. this line of dialogue is so so hot, jesus & so is this seasonally appropriate fic by @crossmydna, where ian fingers & fucks a skirt-wearing tumblr!mickey at a costume party. woooo!
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day 24: "you take my fingers so well, don't you?" for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings
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His rim is so pink, like a blooming perennial that you want to pluck out of the ground and use for divination.
He loves me, he loves me not.
You pet softly, moving around petal by petal, loving the dribble of whimpers and whines that follow your touch.
He loves me.
When you can no longer resist, you plunge your pointer finger deep into that pit of pollen. He clenches and groans, and you soothe him with gentle shushes and a swirl of your digit.
Next comes two. Then, three with ease.
“You take my fingers so well, don’t you?”
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Day 24: Power Imbalance
Summary: Cormac has a thing for his assistant. He’s delighted when she plays along…
Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger
CW: Employer/Employee, Dubious Consent, Extortion
Rating: M
Written for @hpkinktober
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24 with Antiaverage perhaps?
Okay!
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