#not osha approved

[littledeathleather]

Just realized I haven’t shared these here yet. My hand strap design! Crafted for comfort and accessibility. No buckle = no pinching. For anyone and any style of play :-)

In comparison to the thigh strap there is obviously no base but the big difference is the ring is fixed and cannot be swapped out.

Sex should be accessible and that is how I go into designing strap ons. Currently there are 3 different options. Who knows, maybe I’ll make more….

#sex toys for everyone #leather #leather work #leatherworker #lgbtq artist #queer #hand made #queer art #real leather #small business #art #accessibility #disability #shop small #osha violation #not osha compliant #osha noncompliant #not osha approved #trans artists

[knight-in-sour-armor]

#In case of fire #not osha approved #Fire Extinguisher #Fire Safety Fail #Funny

[sev-on-kamino]

sev 🥺🥺🥺 “that really does make you hard. i can feel you pulsing inside me” with cody? playing with fire and making him mad? 👀👀i love you

kit @corvod I need you to know that this quote with Cody of all people really altered my brain chemistry. I hope you enjoy this lil spicy morsel! prompt is in orange this time!

word count: 621 (my hand slipped, but I caught it)

warnings: unprotected piv sex, biting, the world’s shortest predator/prey chase, Cody being Cody, MINORS DNI

dividers by the homie @dystopicjumpsuit

Cody was the patient one from his batch. No one knew that necessarily because no one ever tested his patience. His orders were followed immediately without question by everyone under his command. Even your natural aversion to authority didn’t make you immune to Cody’s will. He spoke, you listened. He said jump, you said how high?

Inversely, Cody respected your position as a medical officer, and didn’t give you shit when you laid out a treatment plan. This typically made both of your lives far easier than they had any right to be given that you were usually in active war zones.

So the current standoff between the two of you was fully uncharted territory. You’d given your orders as the medical authority aboard the *Negotiator* and Cody had less than respectfully declined.

Your eyebrows shot up, accompanied by several confused blinks.

“Excuse me?” you asked, as though you hadn’t heard him properly.

“I have shit to do, saraad,” He replied, picking up his helmet from the side table. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Yes, you do have shit to do…following my orders,” you said, eyes darting towards the helmet. It was a split second decision to snatch the bucket right out of his hands.

Cody’s eyes widened in utter shock before narrowing dangerously.

“I give you a lot of leeway because you’re good at what you do, and you fuck like an angel.” His voice was low, calm, and steady. “Don’t let that go to your head and get you in trouble.”

He held his hand out for his helmet, but you clutched it to your chest, your chin raised defiantly. The marshal commander released a humorless laugh, and took a step towards you.

Fear and arousal jockeyed for position, and ultimately settled side by side low in your belly, as you took a step back.

You made to exit the medbay with the stolen equipment, but Cody was like lightning. One powerful arm looped tightly around your waist, holding you against his armored chest, while his free hand easily tugged his helmet right out of your grip, tossing it onto the table once more.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered nervously.

“Oh fuck is right,” he replied, spinning you around to face him.

In 2 minutes and 30 seconds, Cody had you naked and riding him on top of a crate in the supply closet. Your soft body would bear marks from the unyielding plastoid, and his iron grip for days.

“Can’t believe you had the balls to challenge me,” he groaned against your neck, as you rolled your hips against him.

“You fucking deserved it,” you replied, turning your head to bite him just below his jaw.

His grip tightened, and he pulled your hips flush against his.

“Who do you think you are?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Your saraad,” you said, stealing a kiss, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His cock twitched inside you, eliciting a surprised hum from you.

“Say that again,” he ordered. “Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Commander.”

“Fuck, I like hearing that. Almost too much.”

“It’s true. I’m yours.” Again you could feel his cock jump at your words. “That really does make you hard. I can feel you pulsing inside me.”

“Careful, or I’ll fill that pretty little mouth of yours next.”

“I thought you had things to do,” you moaned, as he adjusted his hold on you to drive the head of his cock into the sensitive place inside you, that had your head spinning.

“Making you come for me was already on the list,” he said, as his nimble fingers found your clit, driving all thoughts beyond your impending orgasm right out of your head.

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#seven answers #commander cody x reader #cody x reader #tcw cody x reader #x reader #reader insert #commander cody #tcw cody #tcw commander cody #seven writes #cody smut #not safe for costco #not safe for the BART #not osha compliant #not osha approved

[seasaltandcopper]

Nsfwhump prompts

Another darker prompt list, but tailored for nsfw applications. TW for guro, noncon, etc. Feel free to use!

Hurt them with:

☆ An object meant to pleasure

☆ Hot wax

☆ A knife

☆ Gravel or rock salt to kneel on

☆ Barbed wire

☆ A belt

☆ A gag or bit

☆ Clothespins or clamps

☆ A hand dragging them by the hair

☆ Steel wool or sandpaper

☆ A public display of humiliation or dominance

☆ Lack of preparation or lubrication

☆ Fingers digging into a wound

☆ A stress position

☆ Visible hickeys or bites

☆ A plug or vibrator to wear covertly

☆ Broken bones

☆ Dislocation

☆ Nipple or genital piercings

☆ A red hot brand or iron

☆ A cigarette ashed onto their skin or into their mouth

☆ Exhaustion

☆ Bathing or washing

☆ Overstimulation

☆ A boot or shoe stomping between their legs

☆ Thumbtacks, needles, or pins

☆ A fresh sunburn

☆ A cane or switch

☆ Penetration with an unconventional object

☆ Ruined orgasm

#my prompts #nsfwhump #prompt lists #whump prompts #nsfwhump prompts #prompt asks #not osha approved #today all i did was make lists #this is the nastier version for all my fellow sickos out there #breadcrumbs

[rare-clone-fic-exchange]

Nine Lives for Sergeant O'Niner

A/N: This is a collaboration between @anxiouspineapple99 and @dystopicjumpsuit , written as a gift for @deewithani

Pairing: Sergeant O’Niner x Reader (GN)

Rating: M (minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.5K

Warnings and tags: angst; fluff; little bit of smut (nipple play; implied oral sex); not canon compliant; everyone lives AU

Summary: Sergeant O’Niner must have nine lives. How else could he have survived the battle of Rishi Moon?

The Coruscanti rain pelted the window of your office, relentless as the ache in your chest as you sat sipping tea and flipping through the latest issue of the Bar’leth Journal of Galactic Archaeology. You normally loved the soothing pitter patter of water on transparisteel, and even now, you would have been relaxed by it if it weren't for the nagging anxiety that plagued your thoughts. 

It had been one week since the news broke that the Separatists had attacked Rishi, and the outpost had been destroyed. One week of pure torture as you waited for word about O’Niner’s fate—all the while, keenly aware that the GAR would never notify you directly, given that your relationship with the sergeant was not only unsanctioned, but perilously close to forbidden. It felt unfair—even cruel—but there was no way you could discover what had happened to him through official channels.

As the days passed, your despair grew, until late one afternoon, your comlink chirped, and when you answered, you saw the beloved face you’d come to believe you might never see again. You tried to say his name, but all that came out of your mouth was a broken, hoarse croak as tears of relief stung your eyes.

“Ner cyare,” he murmured, holding the holo close enough that all you could see was his face.

You instinctively reached out to touch him, pulling back as your fingers encountered nothing but air and light as you whispered, “I thought you were…”

“I know,” he replied quietly. “I’m sorry; I commed as soon as I could.”

“Are you all right?” you asked, your voice finally coming back to you.

“I am,” he replied. “And so are all the men. I still can’t believe we all made it out alive.”

You let out a relieved laugh that sounded more like a sob. “I swear, you must be a loth-cat with nine lives.”

“You didn’t think my name came from my CT number, did you?” he grinned.

“What happened?” you asked. “How did you survive?”

He chuckled. “That’s a good story, and I can’t wait to tell you in person.”

Your heart began to pound. “In person? Are you coming back to Coruscant?”

“As soon as—” He cut off abruptly as he heard the approaching footsteps of a group of troopers. “Gotta go.”

The transmission cut off abruptly as O’Niner ended the comm. You waited for him to call back, staring at the chrono on your desk as minutes ticked by at an agonizing pace. The call never came, and you accepted that O’Niner might not be able to find an opportunity to call again. 

The afternoon passed in excruciating slowness until at last, you decided you had suffered long enough and began to pack up to go home. The downpour had relented to a miserable drizzle by the time you made your way to the platform to hail a speeder-cab. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as your head rested on the headrest. The anxiety that had swirled in your gut all week had now transformed into a dull, unyielding ache of longing and missing and wanting and needing. Your mind wandered, and you were so distracted that you missed the quiet ping of your datapad as your home security system alerted you that it had been turned off.

As the speeder-cab pulled up to your building, the rain began to fall in a torrent, and you darted through the downpour toward your door, hastily keying in your code and ducking inside your flat. You shook the water off and pulled off your raincoat, reaching to hang it up when you heard a soft sound from the other end of the flat. You froze, then turned around slowly.

A light was on in your refresher; you could see it shining from under the closed door. You crept down the hallway, and suddenly the refresher door opened. You shrieked with alarm and flailed your raincoat at the intruder, then whirled and fled down the hall, running for your life.

“Cyar’ika, wait!” a familiar voice called.

You skidded to a halt and turned around slowly. O’Niner stood just outside the refresher, wrapped in nothing but a towel as steam poured from the open door.

“O’Niner.” His name left your lips as a desperate whisper. “You’re home!”

A soft smile crossed his lips and slid up to his sparkling amber eyes. You bounded toward him without wasting another second, colliding with his body as you wrapped him in a tight embrace. A hiss of pain rushed through his clenched teeth.

Startled, you pulled back. “I’m so sorry!” 

“Worth the pain, darling.” He chuckled, pulling you back into his arms as he pressed his forehead against yours. His velvety voice sent chills dancing down your spine. “Were you planning on beating me to death with your raincoat?”

“Maybe.” Your eyes flicked to the fresh bacta patch obscuring his abdomen. “You’re hurt. You said you were okay.” 

Suddenly every new bruise and scrape was illuminated in the low light of your apartment. Your brow knit tightly in concern as you leaned back to inspect his injuries.

“I’m alive, little one,” he said softly. “That means I’m fine.”

“That’s why the holo was zoomed in on your face!” Your voice rose slightly, worry lending it an accusatory edge.

“I’m. Fine,” he enunciated firmly as he grasped your shoulders.“Don’t look at me like that. If I’d told you I’d been shot you would have panicked.”

“I do not panic!” you objected.

He chucked you under the chin, a soft smile crossed his lips. “You’re panicking right now.”

“No, I’m not—Fine. Yes. I might be panicking a little,” you pouted. He may have been right, but you didn’t have to be happy about it.

His other hand caressed and massaged your hip as he leaned closer to you. “You know, you still haven’t kissed me yet.”

You drew in a shuddering breath, pushing down your anxiety and irritation as you tried to focus on the present: he was home; he was alive; he was with you. You raised your fingers to his face and traced the lines at the corners of his eyes, then slid your fingertips into his dark hair that was flecked with gray as you drew his face closer to yours and pressed your lips against his forehead. You kissed a trail down the side of his face until you reached the corner of his lips, and then he wrapped you in his arms and pulled your body against him as his mouth captured yours in a heated, passionate kiss.

He was still soaking wet from his shower. The glistening water droplets sliding down his firm, brown chest and abdomen soaked your shirt, and you didn’t care a bit. It didn’t matter anyway, because his deft fingers were already undoing your buttons and pushing the shirt off your shoulders.

You kissed down his neck, and then down his chest, but you hesitated and pulled away, staring at him with troubled, anxious eyes.

“I promise, I’m all right,” he reassured you. “But if you’re so concerned, you could always kiss it better. One kiss for every injury, ner kar'ta?”

His heated smile reassured you more than anything else he could possibly have said, but you weren’t letting him off the hook so easily for trying to hide his injuries from you.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” you pointed out.

 “You would deny a dying man his final wish?” he teased, desire plain his eyes.

“You said you were fine.”

“Mmm,” he grunted softly as his gaze swept over your features wistfully while his hands lingered at your waist. “I may have spoken too soon. I’m suddenly feeling so… very… weak…”

“Incorrigible,” you muttered, peppering his chest with kisses, licking up the shimmering water droplets that still clung to his skin, scraping your teeth softly over his nipples in the way that you knew drove him wild.

He rumbled quietly as his fingers tangled in your hair, gently urging you to go lower. You glanced up at him with a mischievous light in your eyes as your tongue swirled over his nipple, refusing to continue your progress until his breath became ragged and he was starting to moan and whimper, just the way you liked. At last, you drew away.

“I think you’ve earned a real bed, don’t you?” you asked.

He nodded, his eyes dark with lust as you took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Your fingers trailed down his body until you reached his towel, and with a quick tug, it fell to the floor. 

“As much as I’d love to tackle you onto that bed, I think it might be better if you just lie down,” you murmured. “I’d hate for the night to end with you in a hospital.”

“Might be worth it,” he smirked.

You traced over his shoulders, then gently pressed on them until he complied and lay down on his back.

“We can play rough some other time,” you whispered as you knelt between his thighs. “Tonight, I’m going to be very, very gentle.”

“Not too gentle, I hope,” he said before sucking in a loud breath as your tongue glided over the tip of his cock. “Holy Maker, cyare.”

“There’s nothing holy about what I’m going to do to you,” you promised. “But I have a feeling that won’t be the only time you pray to the Maker tonight.”

#sergeant o'niner

#rare clone fic exchange #rare clone fic submission #clone trooper o’niner #o’niner x reader #x reader #reader insert #clone wars fanfiction #clone wars #not safe for costco #not osha compliant #not osha approved

[springfallendeer]

The Bells -1

I really like @xitsensunmoon's vampire AU boys. So I defiled them. And whored out my OC, Ayala, in the process.

Most likely non-canon to their AU (up to them). I might write more from this setting in the future. But this fic comes out to 7 parts, nearly 21k words.

Next

Part 1: The Feeding

||A look of visible confusion spreads across the woman’s features as she hears it. The soft, gentle chime breaking the relative silence of her surroundings.||

||A bell.||

||Someone is ringing a bell.||

||She doesn’t know who. Not at first. But she hears it. The soft, metallic tune of a crotal bell being shaken about.||

||Time and time again it catches her ear. Each time seemingly singing from a different location. Always nearby. But no matter how she turns about, she never spots whoever it is that is playing the silly little tune.||

||Some part of her chalks it up to paranoia. An escaped dog or a roaming cat must be wandering around nearby. She’s only just beyond the reach of the city. It wasn’t unusual for an animal to make it out here. There were plenty of trees or flowering bushes for them to hide behind. That was what made the park so appealing, after all.||

||Again the bell chimes. This time louder. She finds herself turned about again, her eyes intent on scanning the surrounding scenery in search of whatever it was that had made the noise. But nothing is there. No man or beast lingering in the twilight. Just an empty park.||

||Once more, she hears the bell ring. Even louder this time.||

||Because it's right behind her.||

||Her breath hitches in her throat as she spins herself around once more. Her arm brushes against a cold, unmoving body as she turns around.||

||Wide, alert eyes settle upon the creature that had somehow appeared directly behind her. And it is most definitely a creature.||

||Glowing red eyes lock with hers. Intense and hungry. A wide smile laced with sharp, jagged teeth tugs at its face. A smile which parts somewhat to allow a long, thick tongue to dart out and trace the side of its face.||

||A tremble rolls through her as she stares at the creature. The obviously hungry, predatory creature. For a moment, she can’t bring herself to move. She can only stare at it. This monster of the night. Clad head to toe in attire meant to cartoonishly mimic the nocturnal sky. The only jarring contrast in color being the cape draped over its shoulders. Black. Marked with red streaks and a few stray, golden stripes.||

||Tall and lanky. With limbs that better resembled a mishmash of metal and bone than they did flesh. A face free of features outside of its eyes and mouth; save for the pale, crescent shaped marking that encompassed half of their face.||

||Under less intimidating circumstances, she might have thought this creature stunning. In a cartoon villain sort of way.||

||But this thing was anything but a cartoon villain. It was very real, and it was very, very unnerving. So much so that she can only tremble as a large, skeletal looking hand is lifted to brush against her face.||

||“What pretty eyes you have~” The creature utters, it's - his - voice deep, and laced with amusement.|| ||“So wide and shining~ So... Afraid~” He chuckles, gently tracing his thumb against the skin beneath the woman’s eye.||

||She struggles to find the strength to take a step back as the creature moves closer to her. That same large, skeletal hand slowly drifts back down her face. He caresses her cheek. He traces her jaw.||

||She trembles pathetically as a clawed finger traces her throat.||

||“No need to be afraid, friend~” The creature muses, casually hooking their claws into the neck of her shirt to tug the fabric aside. Her chest begins to heave from panic as they lean down. Surprisingly hot breath rolls against the nape of her neck once the being has moved close enough to claim her as their prey.|| ||“Just a quick pinch, and it’ll all be over~” He chuckles.||

||She doesn’t give him the chance to sink his teeth into her. As soon as the rush of adrenaline flooded her system, she bolted. First by stumbling back. Then by darting back the way she’d come. Up the sidewalk. Keeping to the light of the lamp posts as the steady encroaching darkness activated their protective glow.||

||The bells start up again. Louder and more ominous than ever.||

||No matter how quickly she runs, it's as though she can’t evade them. They never grow quieter. They never grow more distant.||

||One instant, they’re right behind her. The next, she distinctly hears them to one side. Regardless of how she turns to try and evade them, they are without means of escape.||

||She doesn’t even realize that she’s been herded to a more secluded spot. Driven in a specific direction as the creature used the chimes of its decorative bells to distract and alarm her. Until she’s left exhausted.||

||Panting and wheezing, she clutches the metal of the lamp post as she presses her back against it. Lost and confused, she does her best to go silent. She does her best to ignore the pounding of her own heart as she gazes out into the encroaching darkness, trying and failing to spot the creature that had pursued her.||

||The bells have finally gone quiet. Eerily, disturbingly quiet. The only sound to break the silence is the heavy hiss of her throat as her chest heaves.||

||Then a muffled scream as a familiar, skeletal hand covers her mouth.||

||A second arm wraps around to hold her by her torso, trapping her in place even as she thrashes in their hold. The only barrier between them is the metal pole that she had foolishly tried to hide herself.||

||The bells start up again as tears begin to prick her eyes. But the sound chimes from a different source; ringing not from the creature behind her, but from somewhere in the distance.||

||If not for her panic, she might have been inclined to see what it was. But her focus is entirely on trying to squirm out of the embrace of this beast that has apprehended her.||

||Until a second one walks boldly into her line of sight.||

||She goes still again, her only movements being the trembling of her body and the heaving of her chest as she stares at this new creature.||

||The obvious counterpart to the one that had pulled her into their clutches. A gold and yellow face peered down at her. The only features of that face being a sharp toothed smile and a set of pale, blue-gray eyes. The crescent mark is less obvious. A crown of golden rays adorned their head. Their clothing is bright and vibrant, like the radiance of the sun.||

||Their cape is red. A deep, dark red. Decorated with streaks of yellow.||

||An eerie, playful smile tugged at their features as they moved closer to her. A yellow, skeletal hand was brought up to her face. With the touch of a single, clawed finger, she was encouraged to lift her head to better face them.||

||The blue one slowly pulled their hand from her face, exposing her pathetic expression.||

||“P-please!... Please, don-” She began to plead for her life, only to be quickly silenced as the golden one began to shush her.||

||“Shh, shh~ Relax, friend. No one is going to kill you... We’re just hungry.” The golden entity states, their voice velvety soft as they attempt to comfort the woman. They lean down somewhat to lock eyes with her, shushing her as a few stray tears roll down her cheeks.|| ||“Calm down now... That’s it. Don’t worry. You’re safe.” He murmurs, slowly lowering his hand. Just as the blue one had done, he takes to tracing a clawed finger down to the bottom of her throat. Only now, as he tugs the collar of her shirt to the side, she feels not an ounce of fear.||

||Something about those pale eyes has calmed her. Something about their sweet, velvety voice has put her so at ease.||

||He waits for her chest to stop heaving before he leans down to nuzzle the crook of her neck, a soft smile tugging at his features all the while, exposing his pointed teeth.||

||“Good girl~” He murmurs.||

||She can’t help but flinch as the momentary pain hits her.||

||She only feels it for a moment. Just a pinch. A split second of pain, and then the warmth of her blood trickling down her skin. Then the oddly appealing sensation of a tongue lapping at her wounded flesh.||

||For as terrifying as this ordeal should be, she’s unusually calm. Relaxed, even. And she only grows more relaxed as her blood is greedily swallowed by the semi-robotic, golden vampire.||

||She grows so relaxed, in fact, that the blue one has to tighten their hold on her as her legs begin to give way. Their other arm is wrapped around to hook under one of her arms. Their hand settles upon her shoulder.||

||Before long, the golden vampire pulls their teeth free of her flesh.||

||She would have let out a relieved sigh if not for the fact that she felt the sting a second time.||

||The blue one sank their teeth into her next. Rather than reuse the original bite, they sank their teeth into the nearby flesh to create a fresh wound. A wound which allowed fresh blood to flow into their greedy mouth.||

||The blue one was different. Where the golden one had been content to bite once and then suck on the wound, the blue one liked to bite repeatedly. Every few seconds, she would feel that telltale sting of teeth cutting into her throat. Each time, a faint hiss would escape her, followed by a rush of relief.||

||Between the two of them, she lost a lot of blood. Her head grew foggy and her vision became blurry as her life was slowly spilt onto the vampire’s greedy tongue. By the time that the blue one had finished making a meal out of her, she was left so tired and disoriented that she could no longer stand.||

||One of them laughed, though she could not determine which. The steady glow of the lamp post began to irritate her exhausted eyes. As she allowed her eyelids to fall closed, she ignored how her heavy body was jostled about.||

||She struggled to stay awake as her body was readjusted. She felt a pair of arms wrap around to pick her up. The back of her head fell against one arm as the other tucked beneath her knees.||

||Not long after, she felt the breeze slowly roll against her body as she was presumably carried to a new location. But she could not be bothered to panic. The blood-loss induced grogginess mixed with the physical exhaustion of her earlier escape attempt, assuring that she wouldn’t be able to muster a single ounce of defiant energy.||

||The soft singing of the bells resumed as she began to steadily drift off, securely held in the arms of one of the beasts that had nearly drained the life out of her completely.||

||Comfortably held, but likely far from safe, she fell asleep in their embrace. The steady chimes of the bells guiding her into the depths of darkness as her consciousness slowly drifted beyond her means of reach.||

#Ayala #vampire!sun #Vampire!moon #Xitsen Vampire AU #not osha approved

[greateggcult]

Dark wizard Dave the shadow fucker mood board

#the sorry boys #Dark wizard Dave #slimecicle #the memes that I have are all terrible #fyi I had all of these saved long before this episode happened #I have many more in storage #not osha approved

[menoftiktok]

#muscles #home renovation #not osha approved

[nullbutler]

Ciel ignoring public safety signs

#ciel phantomhive #black butler #kuroshitsuji #not osha approved

[sergeant-catfish]

Haha wouldn't it be funny if they. If they. Smoke wead...

This is how the show Should have Ended.

#i dont know if theres a proper etiquette to posting this kind of stuff but i think weed posts are so funny #not osha approved #drugs cw #weed cw #smoking cw #peridot #lapis lazuli #amethyst #spinel #420 #steven universe weed #catering to a really specific audience right now

[littledeathleather]

This was for a very special custom asking for a brass heart, if possible. The thing is, it’s very hard to find ready made brass heart rings??? I have no idea why.

I had been wanting to start metal fabrication so this was a great opportunity for me. Metalworking is so very complex but the range of what you can do is so rewarding.

#leather #leather work #leatherworker #lgbtq artist #queer #art #hand made #queer art #real leather #metalwork #metalsmith #trans leather #trans art #trans artists #custom #osha violation #oshacompliance #osha noncompliant #not osha approved #not osha compliant #collar

[whale-osha-violations]

Kick ass, thanks osha for finally doing somthing cool and not docking peoples pay for just having some fun

nOOOOOOOOOO

#osha #not osha approved #:(

[sev-on-kamino]

friend!! for those smut sentence starters, I'm foaming at the mouth for Fox with either "you can call me whatever you want, baby." or "be good, and i'll fuck you / let you fuck me."

the way you write him always makes me feral as hell so I'm excited to see where this takes you! ❤️❤️

Hello there~ First and foremost that is the sweetest compliment, and it has made me so soft 🥺 Please enjoy this spicy lil snack 🥰 Prompt is highlighted in red ❤️🤍

Warnings: teasing, light bondage, afab!reader, fingering, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

Word count: 337 (I’m shocked too)

dividers by the bestest to ever do it @dystopicjumpsuit

It was always a battle of wills with Fox. The need to challenge him, to make him show you how badly he wanted you was irresistible. That’s how you ended up in your current predicament.

Your wrists in binders, pants dangling precariously from one ankle, one foot propped up on the arm of the commander’s chair.

His face is pressed against your inner thigh. Three days’ worth of stubble scratching the sensitive skin, and driving you crazy with the sensation. His breath fans over your exposed cunt, causing your back to arch, and a desperate whine to leave your lips.

“Not too loud, vixen. The door’s not locked,” He warns with a devious little smirk.

“Stop teasing me then!” You blurt out, exasperated and needy.

“Oh, but you were teasing me, weren’t you?” He lightly ran his tongue through your silken folds, stopping just before reaching your clit.

“Fuuuuuck you,” you whined softly

“Be good, and I’ll fuck you,” he replied before tapping your lips gently with gloved fingertips. “Take it off.”

You caught the tip of his glove on his middle finger with your teeth and tugged until his hand was free. Your eyes, hooded and hungry, watched his lightly scarred hand, as it traveled down your body. You held your breath while he circled your entrance, causing the muscles to twitch in your thighs.

He tilted his head at you, the silver in his dark hair catching the light, and making your fingers clench with the urge to bury your fingers in it.

“Please, Commander,” you whispered, “I’ll be good.”

He grinned like the tooka that got the cream.

“Was that so hard?” He asked, as he pressed two of his fingers inside you, and lowered his head to let his tongue work over your clit.

Your smart retort died on your tongue, as you lifted your bound hands to play with his hair and a satisfied moan left your lips. As he built you up to your first orgasm, you decided winning wasn’t everything..

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[froizetta]

New fic: What's In A Name?

Rating: Explicit Fandom: DCU Pairing(s): Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Length: 7k Chapters: 1/1 Summary:

Clark accidentally walks— or rather, flies in on Bruce enjoying a private moment. He'd probably have an easier time moving past it all if Bruce hadn't been saying Clark's name.

“Clark,” Bruce said. There was that neutrality that had been so markedly absent just seconds ago, despite the fact that a clearly unexpected visitor had just appeared in his bedroom in the middle of the night. He sat up in a way that might have seemed casual, if not for the circumstances. The circumstances being that Bruce was fully nude on his bed, and that the movement subtly shifted the sheets so that he was partially covered. His right hand rested conspicuously out of sight. “Can I help you with something?” he said in that same, even tone. The room smelled undeniably of ejaculate. “Oh,” Clark said, immediately mortified. “I’m sorry. I heard my name. I thought you—” “I wasn’t,” Bruce said. Clark felt a panicked laugh bubble up in his throat. “Yeah, I… I got that,” he said, tearing his eyes away to stare at anything that wasn’t Bruce, naked in his own bed, barely covered with a thin, white sheet. “Sorry again. I’ll just…” He was out of the room as quickly as he’d entered it, face crimson.

#dc #my fic #superbat #not osha approved #let's see if ejaculate is neutral enough for tumblr not to flag this as mature #it's a fun little adventure we can take together #btw this one gets a little dubconny so mind the tags on the actual fic!!

[theohnocorral]

This is in a doc for Not OSHA Approved and I have no idea what is supposed to be happening before or after whatever this exchange is.....

#not osha approved #daycare attendant x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #daycare attendant au #fnaf security breach #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #i like dont remember #i know its moon #but like #what was i planning? #hardly a clue #like.....fr whats happening here?

[springfallendeer]

Clinging to the Pleasure (Sun x F!Reader)

Takes place in the Subnautica AU! This is what won the last poll I had for what sort of smut I should write.

Features oral, overstimulation, hand in anus, excessive cum, and other fun stuffs.

@pulsarsatellite because you so sweetly requested that I tag you in Subnautica stuff.

Large, clawed hands wrap around your legs as you attempt to climb back into your shelter. You lock your fingers around the thin metal rails that were used to allow for easy entry, preventing your body from being dragged back into the water. The small, underwater pod jolts and rocks from the sheer force of being seized. A soft curse rolls past your lips as you lazily kick your legs in the water.

This isn’t an entirely new scenario for you. The alien creature that has taken hold of you is not an enemy. Nor are they a threat. At least not to you. Quite the opposite.

The creature currently clinging to your legs is quite friendly. Generally speaking, they’re also quite helpful. They’ve been helpful since day one.

You don’t know why, but they took a liking to you as soon as they encountered you.

The strange alien merman began to follow you around and pine for your attention almost immediately. They studied your every action and began to mirror your behavior. Your alliance began quickly as a result.

Though communication has been difficult due to language barriers, their intelligence shines through. They have been an essential ally when it comes to finding food, fighting off predators, and collecting supplies.

Their presence also fends off the loneliness that comes with being isolated on an alien world. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

They’re a very social creature. Since having arrived here, you’ve learned a lot about their race through observation. Generally they travel in large groups.

Not this one. You’ve only ever seen this one socializing with one other individual of their kind. A blue one with a white patch on their face. One of the variants that prefers to linger in deep water.

You call that one Moon, because the white patch on his face resembles a crescent moon.

The one currently grabbing you is nicknamed Sun as a result. Named for their bright, sunny colors and playful personality. A little ball of sunshine.

A ball of sunshine that gets very, very lonely whenever Moon has to leave.

The blue one prefers to hunt alone. They swim off to some dark space to collect food. Sometimes they’re gone for half a day.

Sun has taken to using you for company whenever Moon leaves. Which has led to him developing a bit of an annoying habit.

That habit being trying to drag you back out of your shelter whenever you make a move to climb into it.

That’s why you didn’t initially panic when you felt his hands wrap around your legs. This highly intelligent, orca sized, alien predator isn’t trying to hurt you. They’re just lonely and in a clingy mood.

For as large as they are, they’re surprisingly gentle. Surprisingly aware of their own strength. So you know you’re not in danger when the tug on your legs.

Not so much when you feel their mouth testing the limits of your suit.

You jolt, rightly so, when you first feel it. The pressure of their mouth wrapping around a chunk of your leg.

Not to bite you. Not yet at least. You feel them use their teeth to hook the fabric of your wet suit and tug.

The only thing preventing you from kicking is the knowledge that their teeth could very easily puncture your flesh. So you fall still in their grip as you feel them nibbling at you.

Despite it being obvious that they aren’t trying to hurt you, you’re terrified. You’re terrified because this powerful creature with jaws that can break through bone is nipping at your legs.

They’ve got their arms around you to prevent you from escaping their curious mouthing.

The medical sensors in your suit sound off an alert in response to your spike in heart rate. Then a low oxygen warning hits you a short while after.

Without realizing it, you were holding your breath. You let out that shaky breath as you feel their mouth move to your inner thigh. You have no idea what they’re trying to do.

You have no idea why they’re doing this. All you can do is keep a firm grip on the railing and hope that the movements of their mouth aren’t the warning signs of malicious intent.

They’re not biting. Its more like they’re feeling you out with their teeth. There is a difference, but a very slight one.

You feel your legs spread as Sun moves his head between them.

Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his mouth against your groan. You can’t help the startled jolt that rolls through you in response.

His teeth very lightly press into the fabric covering your genitals. You try to steady your breathing, but your breath hitches again at the next unexpected sensation. You felt a peculiar pressure against your crotch. The wet suit might prevent the bulk of the contact, but you know exactly what it was. That was his tongue.

A confused gasp escapes you as you feel it again. Then again. And again. You realize that he’s stroking your genital region with his tongue.

Any suspicion that this might be purely innocent behavior sank to the bottom of the sea when you felt his tongue start to press down. He was pressing his tongue against you in a way that implied that he was looking for something.

A hole, to be specific.

Your face flushes and you bite your lip, unable to prevent the natural reaction of your body. Heat pools between your legs as the realization sinks in.

The faint stimulation of his tongue rubbing against your clothed vulva does well enough at triggering a subdued arousal.

He’s being so gentle with you. The constant back and forth movements of his tongue sent pleasant tingles running through you. It doesn’t take long for you to become aware of the wetness pooling against the cloth.

A repressed moan escapes you as he gradually begins to apply more force with his tongue.

You can feel it. He feels out where the hole he’s looking for is and he focuses the tip of his tongue on that spot.

Its as if he’s trying to break through the confines of your wet suit using only his tongue.

His persistence only adds to your growing arousal. But the lack of direct stimulation only adds to your frustration. Until now, you hadn’t been aware of how pent up you were. You had been so focused on survival that you had failed to take the time to relieve this biological urge.

Before long, you can’t help but want him to tear a hole in your wet suit.

The need for an orgasm is there and he’ll drive you mad if all he does is grind against you through the cloth. Without meaning too, you begin to rock your hips against his tongue. In doing so you unwittingly tell him that you want more. You give him permission to touch you directly, if only by absently riding on his tongue.

He pulls his mouth away briefly, coaxing a disappointed whine from your lips. But he proceeds to tear at the fabric of your wet suit using surgical precision. His teeth hook into the cloth on your inner thigh. With one swift motion, he tears the fabric away, exposing your vulva to the lukewarm water in the process. He does this without doing so much as nicking your skin with his teeth. An impressive feat, all things considered.

You tremble at the feel of the water hitting your heated skin. You tremble more as his tongue returns to finally meets your flesh. His tongue is a bit rough, but in a pleasant way. Covered in large, soft papillae that create extra friction against your skin as he laps at you.

With the cloth gone, his tongue is finally free to invade your vulva. So it does just that. You gasp as his tongue slides inside of you.

This is when you realize how long his tongue actually is. You feel him press the tip of it against your cervix as he laps at your insides. He stimulates your clitoris with every movement of the long, wet muscle.

In and out. Twisting and grinding. He’s mindful not to accidentally graze you with his teeth as your body settles against his mouth.

He uses a combination of his lips and tongue to create a faint suction, which only adds to your stimulation. It doesn’t take him long to work you to an orgasm. But the taste of your orgasm is either lost to the sea, or it only invigorates his desire to lap at you. Because he doesn’t stop moving his tongue.

This results in a series of pathetic whines escaping you as the stimulation begins to feel more intense. The pleasure from your recent orgasm has only made you more sensitive. Tears well in your eyes and roll down your cheeks as the lines between agony and euphoria become hopelessly blurred. You aren’t sure if you want him to stop or if you’re desperate for him to continue.

All you can do is rock your hips desperately against his mouth as he coaxes you to another orgasm.

Your voice cracks from the pitch of your whine. Your body trembles and you nearly lose your grip on the railing. You shamelessly rock against his tongue as he still refuses to give you a break.

Heavens, he is relentless in his drive to lap at you. The soft papillae on his tongue continuously grind against your clitoris, which has grown engorged from the mixture of arousal and abuse.

Those same papillae stimulate your vaginal cavern as he continuously thrusts his tongue in and out of your trembling body.

With you so overstimulated and sensitive, it takes next to nothing for him to make you orgasm again. This time you can’t even make a noise as you attempt to moan.

You’re panting. Practically sobbing from the unrelenting pleasure as you climax against his still unrelenting tongue.

You can’t. It’s too much. Your grip on the railing relaxes as you nearly faint from the continuous assault of pleasure. In an instant your body is submerged entirely in the water.

Luckily, Sun understands that you cannot breathe underwater without your helmet on. He quickly removes his tongue and shifts beneath you so that he can use his tail to support you. He wraps his arms around the outside of your shelter. With one swift movement, he pushes you back up into your shelter.

He does this all so quickly that you’re pushed back into the air bubble before you can accidentally swallow water.

Still, you’re left gasping for air as you kneel on his body. With the stimulation finally gone, you’re left trembling. The sea water masks the tears rolling down your cheeks as you cough faintly from the sting in your throat.

It takes you a minute or so to come back down from your high. Sun remains beneath you, supporting your exhausted frame with his tail as you recover from his relentless assault on your vulva.

You only realize that you’re actually sitting on his pelvis when you become aware of his arousal brushing up against your back. Your already flushed cheeks somehow burn hotter as you take notice of his erection. You shift so that you can turn to face his impressive masculinity.

Given that he has to keep hold of your shelter to keep your weight from shoving him back down into the water, you don’t suspect that he’s intentionally offering you an invitation. But given your lingering arousal and his obvious interest, you can’t help but take this display as an invitation. He’ll pull away from you if he doesn’t want to be touched.

Tentatively you wrap your hand around him. He jolts in response, rattling your shelter in the process. But he doesn’t pull away. You take that as permission to continue.

As such, you begin to work your hand.

He’s a bit thick, but not so thick that you can’t wrap your fingers around him. He’s just incredibly long. As in a few feet long.

You wind up having to wrap your other hand around him in order to better stimulate his length. Its incredibly slick. Your hands glide across him without issue. You hear him making all manner of sweet noises in the water as you massage his pretty pink prick.

You aren’t all that surprised when he begins to wrap his willy around your arm. You would expect such an impressive phallus to be prehensile.

With him gripping you with the upper half of his masculinity, you move your hands lower to stimulate him. Based upon the sounds he’s making, he enjoys it.

You stroke him with one hand while teasing his cloaca with the other. Your fingers tease the meaty flesh around his opening, coaxing the lips further apart so that you can better see what you have to work with.

You can’t help but stare at his anatomy as you work your hands against him. The rosy hue of his flesh is so pretty. A soft smile tugs at your lips as you find his anus.

Seeing as he insisted on overstimulating you, you can’t help but want to return the favor. You start with a finger to test the waters. He releases a loud trill in response as he ruts against your shelter with his tail. You take that as a sign of approval and slip in another finger. Again he trills.

You focus your hands around the flesh nearest his cloaca, allowing him to stimulate the rest of his shaft himself as he coils it around your arm.

You slowly work your hand into his anus. With his larger size, you aren’t really worried about hurting him. The hole should stretch just fine. But you are putting your hand in a delicate part of his anatomy, so you make sure not to rush.

Sun effectively sings his pleasure to you as you caress him, inside and out. His muscles clench lightly around you as he approaches orgasm. He squeezes your hand with his arse and he constricts your arm with his phallus as he reaches his peak.

He makes a mess of your body with just a single orgasm. A literal gallon of ejaculate spurts all over you, if not more. And it takes him a long time for him to empty himself of his seed. You find yourself continuing to stimulate him with your fingers as he rides out his two minute orgasm.

Hot and thick and messy. His ejaculate forms a puddle of white beneath your body as it spills out of him in strong, drawn out spurts. By the time he’s done, your literally left kneeling in a puddle of his spunk.

You pull your hand out of him once his muscles relax. You’re all wet and sticky from reaching inside of him.

Despite his recent ejaculation, he doesn’t let go of your arm. He resumes squeezing you with his phallus, letting out desperate little clicks as he starts to rut against your shelter.

You bite your lip as you wrap your head around the context of his behavior. He’s not satisfied with just the feel of your hands. He wants to mate with you. Though his length makes you a bit nervous, there’s no denying that you’re curious. After having felt the pleasure of his tongue, and after having seen his impressive output, you can’t help but want to test the limits of your anatomy.

Carefully, you lean back. You rest your head against the edge of the entrance, lifting and spreading your legs as you try to get comfortable on top of him.

With him wrapped around your arm, its a bit difficult to coax him into you. But as you guide the head of his masculinity to your slick, well prepped vulva, he gets the hint. He quickly uncoils himself from around your arm and settles the tip of his shaft in the palm of your hand to let you guide him.

He follows the warmth of your skin as you usher him between your legs. You take a deep breath as he finally nudges against your vulva.

He shoves himself inside without a second thought, coaxing a strangled gasp out of you. It didn’t hurt, thankfully. But the speed at which he forced himself into you definitely knocked the air out of your lungs.

You have to use your hand to prevent him from trying to shove more of his length into your body than you could handle. As bold as you are, you understand specific limitations of your body. Less than half of his length can actually be ushered inside of you.

Not that he seems to mind. Once he gets a feel of how deep he’s able to go, he doesn’t try to force himself in past those limits.

So you lie back and let him rut against you.

Your shelter rocks ever so slightly as he clenches his pelvis muscles to thrust his phallus in and out of your waiting vulva. Thanks to his slick shape, he slides in and out without issue, allowing you to just relax as the pleasure courses through your body.

You let go of his shaft once you realize that he isn’t trying to test the durability of your insides. You bring that hand to your pelvis, where you begin to lazily thumb your clitoris in time with his thrusts.

He stretches you out so nicely. He slides himself inside of you in smooth, quick motions. But he never uses enough force to risk harming you.

You let your voice get away from you as you listen to his voice in turn. He sings his song of pleasure in a series of trills and clicks. You moan, encouraging him to work both of you to completion with words he doesn’t understand.

This is a stark contrast to the relentless pleasure that he had subjected you to through the use of his tongue. He’s slow and steady with you now, allowing the bliss to wash over you like waves upon the sand. You control the extra spikes of pleasure with every flick of your fingers against your clitoris. Mating with him is passionate and pleasant.

The only thing you foolishly failed to take into account was his well established output as he climaxes inside of you. He continues to thrust even as he floods your body with his seed.

You maintain steady stimulation of your clitoris as your abdomen bulges faintly from the volume of his climax. As the pressure builds inside of you, you watch his seed spray out of you in short streams with every movement of his shaft.

For the next two minutes, you mindlessly endure his orgasm. For the next two minutes, its as if you two nothing but orgasm. The tension in your abdomen, the pleasure of his thrusts, and the movements of your fingers all work in unison to trap you at the peak of pleasure.

Tears resume rolling down your face as you willingly subject yourself to this overstimulation. All the while you pant and moan his name as he makes an absolute mess of your body.

He reluctantly slides himself out of you once his orgasm ends. Though he obviously wants to continue, he also needs to rest.

His half erect masculinity flops and sags against your thigh as he too catches his breath. The remainder of his trapped seed pours out of you onto his abdomen. You watch your stomach return to its usual shape as the excess fluid is forced out by your clenching muscles.

Thoroughly exhausted, you remain on top of him. He continues to cling to the outside of your shelter, releasing a series of pleased trills as he comes down from his high.

You don’t know what came over him to make him come onto you so strongly, but whatever it was, you hope it happens again soon.

#Subnautica AU #Poly-viathan Sun #Subnautica Sun #Sun x Reader #not osha approved