#Kinktober 2020

[ambling-rambling]

Wanna Take Care of You

Pairing: soft!Bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bucky doesn't always think about sex when he comes home feeling rough, but you have the perfect solution to keep you both satisfied.

Content Warning: explicit smut. oral (m receiving). p in v unprotected sex. somnophilia. cockwarming. pet names (babe/baby; love/lover mostly)

Part Two here

It's always a little hard to know how Bucky's going to feel when he comes home from a mission. Sometimes he's stressed, frustrated, in need of a release and you're only too happy to give it to him. Sometimes he's so soft, so wrecked it seems the slightest breeze will blow him over, and you're happy to be his soft place to land.

It's easy to pull him into the shower, help him wash the mission off his skin, hands smoothing over scrapes and bruises that are already healing, at least outwardly. Sometimes you think it's a disservice, the swiftness with which his body knits itself back together; nobody can see the way it scars him, no physical reminder that he's been beat up, that he should be handled with care.

Even once he's fallen asleep, wrapped up in you, his face buried in your shoulder, he's restless. He never thinks about sex when he comes home this way, but his body wants what it wants, especially when he's been gone a few days.

Tonight is no different. You're still awake, hands smoothing absently through his hair, thinking about what little he told you about this latest mission before he fell asleep, when you feel him begin to shift, his little sighs muffled against your shirt. You hum softly, hand smoothing down his back, trying to soothe him back to sleep.

Instead he moans quietly, rocking toward your thigh as he begins to stiffen, rolling his hips forward. You already know you won't be able to wake him, not for any lack of trying. He sleeps deep, the only place he can sleep deep, because he feels safe here. You'd made a gentle suggestion before he left this time. You hate how restless it makes him, worried about the lack of quality sleep. Super serum or not, his body needs what it needs, and you think you have just the solution.

"Shhh, baby," you murmur, hand still rubbing his back, but this time you let your hand slide lower, under the waistband of his boxer briefs, cupping his ass and pulling him toward you the next time his hips rock forward, dragging his hardened cock more firmly against your thigh.

The sensation makes him moan, eyelids fluttering, and you think he might wake, but he doesn't, eyes remaining resolutely closed even as his hips continue to move, seeking friction.

You shift back a little, creating enough space so you can slide your hand to the front of his hip, rubbing gently in the spot that always makes him jerk. "Shhh, baby, I'm gonna take care of that for you," you whisper, propping yourself up to kiss his stubbly cheek.

"Can you roll over for me, love?" you murmur in his ear, extracting your hand so you can give his shoulder a gentle push, helping him over onto his back. You prop yourself up on one elbow, so that you can see his face as you palm him over his underwear. Your eyes are glued to him, fascinated by the way his features twist at your touch, even in sleep. His lips turn into a pout as his hips rut up, seeking more contact.

"Please?" he whines, and the sound of his voice, gravely and deep with sleep, has you instantly wet.

"Mm, of course, lover. I'm gonna take care of you," you promise. You sit up so that you can pull at his underwear enough to free his length from the confines of the fabric. The sight of him makes you sigh. So needy. So hot.

You lean down to kiss his hip, making him jerk, as you lightly rub the pad of one finger against the tip of his cock, already leaking with precum. You turn your head and lick your way up the vein on the underside of his member, delighting in the way it twitches, even as Bucky's hips lift and he lets out a needy moan. You comply with the unspoken request, swirling your tongue around the tip, taking him in slowly.

With one hand braced on his hip, you use the other to work what you're not taking in your mouth. His hand flutters, lifting off the sheets as he moans your name softly. You surface to smile up at him, letting your hand work slowly up and down as you examine his face. Nope, still asleep, even with his hips rutting into your touch, and something about that has you absolutely gushing. You can feel your own arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs, and you nibble at your lower lip, thoughtfully.

He whines again, and you comply, letting your mouth slide down with a little more urgency, until he's pressed against the back of your throat and your eyes are watering. You're surprised when his hips jerk up, his cock forcing down your throat in a way he's never done whilst awake, making you gag, hard. You suck as you draw back, working him again with your hand as he shifts and moans from your ministrations.

You sit up, pushing your own ruined panties down your legs and tossing them aside. Your stomach is tight, your cunt throbbing with wanting as you straddle him, knees against his hips, using your hand to guide him into place. You rut your hips, letting his weeping tip tease against your entrance. You both moan as you begin to sink down, and he gasps at the way your walls grip him, drawing him in.

For the first time, Bucky's eyes open, a noise of confusion dying on his tongue as you reach forward to trace his lower lip with your thumb. "Shhh, baby, it's just me. Gonna take care of you, okay? Just like we talked about."

His eyes are already fluttering half closed. "You always do, y/n," he mumbles, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. He sucks in a deep breath as you begin to roll your hips forward and back. You both groan at the sensation, and you tilt your head back, bracing your hands on his stomach so you can lift and drop, pulling him in deep enough to make you gasp.

Bucky's hands drift around, cradling your ass, helping you rise. When you look, his eyes are still closed, and you can't tell if he's waking up or not. It doesn't matter.

You can feel from his throbbing cock and the way his thighs are trembling beneath you that he's close, and you reach down, rubbing roughly at your clit. The sensation makes your hips jerk, losing your rhythm, and beneath you Bucky groans. His grip on your hips is bruising, but it feels so good. He's always careful with you, mindful of his own strength, and the idea that you might have a reminder tomorrow has you spasming.

"C'mon, baby, cum for me," you whine.

That does it, Bucky's head grinding back into the pillow as he cums. The sensation of his cock, throbbing and wet, has you shattering, your own orgasm ripping through you, and you grind against him until you're sure you're both spent.

With a sigh, you sink down, body splayed against his chest. Your walls flutter around his twitching cock, periodic pulses sending subtle little rivulets of pleasure through your aching core.

After a while, when Bucky's breathing has evened out to light snores, you begin to sit up. A muffled sound of complaint rumbles from his throat. "Stay," he mumbles, arms wrapping around you, dragging you back down against his chest.

So you do, falling asleep with your head pillowed on Bucky's shoulder, filled with him.

And Bucky doesn't so much as shift beneath you the rest of the night.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #cw: somno #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan smut #kinktober #kinktober 2020

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Kinktober 2020 - October 2020 - Day 5 : Daddy Kink - 05.10.2020

My contribution to the Kinktober 2020 prompts list by jbbuckybarnes

Day 1 : Handjob / Day 2 : Eating Out / Day 3 : Thigh Riding / Day 4 : Choking/Spanking / Day 6 : Blindfolded / Day 7 : Blowjob / Day 8 : Voyeurism / Day 9 : Accidental Stimulation / Day 10 : Knife Kink / Day 11 : Restraints / Day 12 : Fingering / Day 13 : In Public / Day 14 : Sixty-nine / Day 15 : Size Difference / Day 16 : Toys / Day 17 : Begging / Day 18 : In the kitchen / Day 19 : Threesome / Day 20 : Edging / Day 21 : Phone Sex / Day 22 : In the Shower/Tub / Day 23 : First Time / Day 24 : BDSM/Rough Sex / Day 25 : Caught masturbating / Day 26 : Orgy / Day 27 : Praises Kink / Day 29 : Dirty Talk / Day 30 : Mutual Masturbation / Day 31 : Dressed-Up

Day 5 : Daddy Kink - Hankcon - 05.10.2020

Of course I decided to do HankCon ! (Hank Anderson/Connor from DBH)

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and an acrylic paint pen

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter nsfw post

#kinktober 2020 #jbbuckybarnes's kinktober 2020 #detroit become human #hankcon #hank anderson #connor rk800 #daddy k!nk #nsft #nsft art #fanart #tallula03's art

[vampyrsutton]

DabiHawks~Over Stimulation/Cock Warming

Summary:

Hawks is a very busy bird. Dabi really doesn’t give a shit.

Ao3 Tags:

Overstimulation, Cock Warming, Exhibitionism, Semi-Public Sex, Office Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Dabi is Todoroki Touya, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing (My Hero Academia), Fuck 'Em Honestly, Villain Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kinda, He's Tired of the Commission's Shit, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, My Favorite Tag for This Ship, Dick Piercings, Biting, Pet Names, Kinktober 2020

“Come in!” Hawks called to the knock on his door, not bothering to look up from his paperwork. “Whatever it is, make it quick. I have a meeting in twenty.”

“That why you’ve been ignoring my texts?” A familiar voice rasped from his office door.

Hawks’ head shot up in shock as a feather shot out to pull the villain into the room and another to slam the door shut behind the raven. “What the hell are you doing here, Dabi?!” 

“You weren’t answering your phone.” Dabi shrugs, unbothered. “I told you answer when I call.”

“So you thought it was a good idea to just casually stroll into the office of the number two hero as a highly wanted criminal? Are you insane?”

A smirk displaying just that tugged at the villain’s staples. “Pretty sure we’ve established that, pretty bird.”

Hawks tried to stop the color that rose in his cheeks as he glared at the fire user. “What are you doing here, Dabs.” Already knowing based on the pet name alone. 

Dabi shrugged, slinking over to sit on the hero’s desk. “I can’t just casually visit?”

The blonde sighed. “Again. Number two hero.” Pointing at himself. “Number two hero’s office.” Gesturing to the building around them. “Top ranking member of a highly wanted villain organization.” Pointing at Dabi. “Pretty good way to get some cuffs slapped on you is all I’m saying.”

Another smirk tugged at the villain’s staples. “Kinky.”

Hawks groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Just admit you were horny. You only call me cute nicknames when you want something that would get me in So much trouble.”

“Smart little bird aren’t you?” Dabi hummed, sitting on the hero’s desk so the hero was sat between his legs. “So?”

“As much as I would love letting you fuck me against my office windows until we forget our old names, I just told you I have a meeting in...fifteen minutes and despite how you look, you’re not exactly quick. “

“You don’t seem to complain.” Dabi smirked, tilting his head tauntingly as his boot trails up Hawks’ leg. “Where��s the meeting?”

“Just over video call, but it’s not like I can have you in here during it,” Hawks shrugged. 

“You have Bluetooth earbuds, right?” Dabi shrugged, hopping off the desk so he was standing in front of Hawks now. 

Hawks swallowed, knowing where Dabi was going with this. “You can read lips.”

“What if I stayed where I couldn’t see the screen?” Dabi hummed, petting his fingers through wild blonde locks.

A happy chirp left Hawks at the petting. “...Like staying by the window?” 

Dabi chuckled lowly as he sank to his knees between the hero’s. “Or under your desk maybe?”

Hawks flushed at the idea but didn’t stop calloused hands from working his belt open. “They’ll notice.”

“Not if you act natural.” The villain shrugged, pulling the hero’s pants down.

“You have sucked my cock enough times to know that is physically IMpo-possible!” Hawks groaned. 

Dabi licked a strip up Hawks’ half-hard cock. “True. Hmm...I’ll just have to get you off before they call then.” Dabi decides before taking as much of the hero as possible down his throat in one go.

Hawks is glad he hadn’t taken his gloves off for paperwork as one hand grips into surprisingly soft black locks and the other grips the arm of his chair. Last time he didn’t have his gloves on and he had to clean blood off Dabi’s scalp from his talons. He’s pretty sure Dabi had never come faster though, but that would be hard to explain on camera. 

Dabi groaned around the cock in his mouth as Hawks tugged the strands with each hard suck. 

“D-Dabiiii~” Hawks groaned, trying to stay still and not thrust down the other’s throat until the raven okays it. “Pleease~ Hurry~”

Dabi would smirk if he could as he taps Hawks thigh to let him know its okay to thrust as he bobs his head up and down, sucking hard at the tip before burying his nose in blonde pubes. 

A texts tone pings from Hawks phone that he has set specifically for the Commission.

[We’ll be calling in five]

“Fuuuck~ Dabii we-we’ve got four minutes” Hawks pants, thrusting to meat Dabi’s bobs. “Fuck your mouth! So hot”

One of Dabi’s hands travel soft to fondle Hawks’ balls, letting out a low groan to send vibrations down the hero’s throat that had his grip tightening in raven hair. 

“Shit, Dabs your mouth~ So good~” Hawks groans, chasing his own release and coming hard down Dabi’s throat just in time for his work computer to light up and the Commission’s call jingle to play. 

Hawks groaned, trying to pull himself together only for his eyes to widen when a scarred arm reached up for the mouse and hit answer, mouth never leaving the blonde’s cock.

‘What the fuck is this asshole doing?!’ Hawks glared under his desk before adjusting the camera to give the Commission one of his literally award winning smiles. 

“Good afternoon, Hawks.” A very monotone voice drawled through the speakers. Hawks didn’t even have to look down to know Dabi was rolling his eyes.

“Good afternoon, everyone.” Hawks smiled, waving off the earbuds Dabi tried to hand him and biting his lip when this earned him a confused hum around his dick. “What’s the meeting about today?”

“Just wanted to get your progress on how your infiltration of the League is going. Any new info?” 

Hawks felt the heat around his cock increase so he took a glove off out of frame to lightly scratch Dabi’s scalp in hopes of calming him down enough to at the very least not light his cock on fire if not listen. 

“Unfortunately I have nothing new to report. As you know they’re gathering allies, but that’s been deemed out of my pay grade so to speak.” Hawks shrugged. 

When he glanced under the desk he saw blue eyes staring back at him in utter confusion. As Dabi’s boy toy he had access to meetings that not even noobs did so had at least some info to spill that would at most inconvenience the League while being close friends with Twice gave him access to info that could badly cripple the League. 

Hawks chose to share none of it.

“They pay their members?” A commission member scoffed.

“That is not at all important, Tanaka.” A woman rolled her eyes. “We know they have connections to some informant, they probably take jobs from him.”

Hawks just shrugged, petting dyed locks just out of frame. “I have no idea anyway, but they’ve gotta eat right?”

“Haruka is right, Tanaka. They’re pay rate doesn’t matter so much as their payroll. Whatever the case, however, this won’t do at all. Hawks this is the fifth week in a row you’ve had nothing to report. You had more to report when you were first assigned this mission so what did you screw up for them to stop trusting you?” 

‘Wasn’t so much what as who.’ Hawks thought with a smirk under his desk as he shrugged. 

“Who can say. You know me.” Hawks narrowed his eyes a bit. “I’m nothing but a stupid bird brain after all.”

The tips of Dabi’s fingers heat up on Hawks’ thighs as he runs them up and down the muscled thighs. Hawks glanced down when he felt a soft suck around his already rehardening cock and was met with furious blue eyes, but he knew they weren’t directed at him based on the fact he wasn’t currently on fire. 

“Oh we’re well aware, but we’ve spent way too much on you for these to be the results. Do you need more training, Hawks?” The big wig glared in clear warning. 

Dabi and Hawks both tensed at the mention of training, but Hawks maintained his smile, petting Dabi’s hair once more. “No need for that. I’ll work harder to gain their trust.”

“You better otherwise your handler will be paying a visit for further training.”

Hawks folded his fingers to make his hand look like a phone out of frame and he felt Dabi shift under the desk. “I will Shizaya-san.”

“Good. Now let’s talk about your image recently. What have we told you about keeping your fangs filed? You’re lucky it’s close to October and people have just assumed the pictures are edited.” 

Hawks flinched before sighing in relief when his phone started playing some old Paramore song. He pretended to widen his eyes in shock and scramble for the phone. “Crap, sorry that’s my connection to the League. I have to take this before he gets angry. Great talking to you! Bye!” He rambled before hitting the end button on the call and slumping back in his chair. 

Hawks looked down to his lap at  the villain who had for some reason decided to act as a literal cockwarmer for the meeting and gave him a lopsided smile. “Thanks for getting me out of that.”

Dabi pulled off the hero’s cock, giving the head small kitten licks as he put his phone away. “You lied to them.”

Hawks nodded. “Yup.”

Blue eyes met gold as Dabi stroked the hero’s cock. “Why?”

Hawks sighed, shrugging. “Well we were in the middle of something.” 

“They said it wasn’t the first time though.” His thumb flicked over the slit.

Hawks gasped at the feeling, a shiver traveling up his spine. “Do we have to talk about this now?”

Dabi squeezed the base before traveling back up and giving the head a lick. “Speak, bir-...Keigo.”

Hawks moaned, shuddering at how soft Dabi’s voice got. This was important to him.

“You guys are right.” Hawks relents. “You just heard how they talk to me. That’s been my life since I was like eight or nine years old, but I didn’t realize how fucked it was until I met you all and actually learned your stories. The Commission was going to take my intern originally, but I couldn’t let a fellow bird go through that. He wouldn’t look like himself by the time they were done with him and sure as hell wouldn’t act right.”

“Is he why I can’t have Black Parade as my ringtone?” Dabi scoffed.

Hawks laughed lightly. “You can pry that tone from his cold dead hands.”

Dabi huffed. “Stupid brat. So we’re inadvertently responsible for another hero then?”

“Yup, but he’ll be a real hero. I have no doubt of that. You can’t break him out of his emo phase let alone his values.” 

Dabi nodded sagely. “Good kid then” 

“You’re just say that cause you tried to barbecue me the one time I offered to buy you a makeover.”

This earned Hawks a toothy smirk. “Damn right.” Before Dabi turned serious again. “So you’re actually joining now?”

Hawks nodded. “If you’ll let me?”

“You have had some pretty good info lately…” Dabi hummed before nodding, a wicked smirk over taking his features. “I believe this calls for a celebration.”

Hawks furrows his brows in confusion before crying out when the scarred villain took him down his throat in one go. “Dabiiii~!”

Dabi bobbed up and down the hero’s cock, obviously trying to get him off fast as a hand fumbled in a coat pocket.

“Ahhh~ Dab-Dabiii~ Ahhhh~! Please Ahhhh~!” Hawks rambled, not noticing Dabi pull lube out of one of the pockets of his leather coat until there was a lubed finger prodding at his hole and he chirped in surprise. 

“There’s my pretty bird.” Dabi hummed when he came up for air for a second before taking him whole once more and pushing his finger in.

Hawks’ wings puffed in pride at being called a pretty bird as various pleased bird noises left him with his moans.

Dabi pumped his finger in and out as he listened to the beautiful birdsong above him. He almost wished Hawks hadn’t hung up so the quirkist assholes could hear how pretty his little bird sounded. ‘Making him file his fangs. Fuck that, I oughta burn the place to the ground.’

The fire user slipped a second in and hummed around the blonde’s cock at the pretty whimpers he made. He could tell the blonde was close to coming again, and he planned to fuck one more out of him after that. Make him forget all about that stupid commission. 

Hawks had his head thrown back, hips twitching to meet each thrust of fingers and bob of head as he continues to moan and chirp his approval, keening when a third finger was added and he came down Dabi’s throat again. 

“Such a responsive birdie.” Dabi hums before licking up the vein on the underside after he swallowed. “Clear everything important off the desk. The rest is getting thrown on the floor.”

Hawks whimpers in sensitivity, whining when Dabi’s fingers are removed. 

Dabi chuckled at the sight of the trembling bird, giving him a chance to get up before just pushing the papers off the desk, having the decency to at least place the computer on the floor rather than break it. Better safe than sorry where Hawks’ wings were concerned.

Hawks gave an annoyed squawk at the mess Dabi made before flushing when he was pulled out of the chair and pushed chest first onto the desk.

“Dabiii~ No more~” He whimpered half heartedly, but made no real move to actually end things.

“Hmmm, sorry birdie. You don’t sound very convincing there.” Dabi smirked as he pulled his cock out of his tight pants.

Hawks pouted over his shoulder before moaning into the desk when he caught sight of Dabi’s cock resting on his ass. He never could quite believe Dabi’s cock belonged to the skinny twink of a man when its destroying his insides, but there it was in all its Jacob’s Laddered glory and Hawks had no more refusals about having it inside him, over sensitivity be damned. 

“God, Dabi,” Hawks breathed out causing the villain to smirk.

“Like what you see, birdie?” Dabi teased as he lubed up his cock.

“Fuck yes. Come on, Dabs~!” Hawks groaned, presenting himself for Dabi as his wings ruffled in interest.

Dabi blinked, still not used to someone being this interested in his crispy, trauma filled appearance as he groaned. “Fuck, birdie. If you insist.” He half-chuckled, pushing the tip in and relishing in the low whine he received as he pushed in slowly. 

“Dabiiii~” Hawks moaned, the talons of his ungloved hand clawing into the desk. “Come on, Dabs~ Move~!”

Dabi slowly bottomed out, trying to give the bird a chance to adjust but barking out a laugh when his courtesy was met with impatience. “What happened to ‘No more~’, aye?”

A gold eye glare at him from around red wings and Dabi’s next taunt was cut off by a choked noise as Hawks clenched around him. “Move, Bacon Bits.”

“R-right,” Dabi swallowed, pulling almost all the way back to thrust back in fast. 

The quivering of Hawks’ feathers paired with his low moan gave Dabi the encouragement to pick up the pace, fixing the angle every few strokes until Hawks cried out to notify Dabi he found the pretty bird’s prostate which he then proceeded to abuse.

“Come on, pretty bird. Sing for me. Let this whole damn building hear your pretty sounds.” Dabi smirked, slamming repeatedly into Hawks’ prostate.. “Such pretty moans. I wonder. Is it my size? How its filling you up so good? Or maybe how it hits your prostate Every. Single. Time?” He made sure you punctuate each word with a thrust that drew another cry from the pretty hero under him. “Or maybe it's the drag of each piercing against your walls and the pull of them against your rim, huh pretty bird?”

Hawks was trying to stay quiet. He really was but between the things listed off and him listing them off in the first place, the low rasp of his voice, the hero had to bite into his coat in a desperate attempt to not alert the whole building that the number two hero was getting his brains fucked out by one of Japan’s most wanted. With how easily his fangs tore through the fabric, however, he was beginning to question if maybe the commission was right only to have the thought thrusts right out of him by the Prince Albert abusing his prostate. 

“DaAaabiiii~ “ Hawks practically sobbed. He had already come twice and had no time to recover from either as he clawed ribbons out of the wood of his desk. “Pleeease~AhhhhHHhhh~ Just cum already please please AHHH~ PLease~!” Hawks blabbered

Dabi groaned low in his throat at the tight heat squeezing him and the voice crying out begging for him. “God, Keigo…”

Hawks keened at the use of his name, arching into the desk, the sight making Dabi cursed. 

“Fuck, birdie.” Dabi growled as he pulled Hawks off of himself. “Flip over.”

Hawks whined at the loss and it took him a second to process the villain’s order before he scrambled to obey, letting his wings hang off the desk as he hooked his legs around Dabi’s skinny waist to pull him closer. “Please,” he breathed out.

Dabi groaned at the sight. “I figured you’d be the death of me, but I didn’t think I would enjoy it so much.” He breathed out as he lined back up and continued his earlier pace, holding Hawks close this time. 

“Feel free to bite, pretty bird. I know how you love doing it, and I don’t think there’s any skin left to truly daAamage anyway- fuck, birdie.”

Hawks had needed no further prompting, biting into the scar tissue of Dabi’s shoulder as soon as he had the go ahead, the action muffling his chirps and moans nicely while also arousing Dabi to no end.

Dabi didn’t last long after that nor did Hawks. Within a few more thrusts Dabi found Hawks’ prostate again and Hawks’ own precum to stroke his still overly sensitive cock. 

Hawks cried out, biting Dabi’s shoulder once more as the overwhelming sensations sent him over the edge once more as he squeezed around Dabi.

Dabi grunted as Hawks’ own release sent him over the edge as well, spilling hard into the trembling birdie beneath him as he stroked Keigo through his orgasm and thrusts through his.

A few moments later had Hawks whining in overstimulation as he bat Dabi’s hand away and tried to squirm away from Dabi’s cock. “No more,” he mumbled.

Dabi was panting as he leaned over Hawks, trying not to collapse. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, no more.” He muttered, pulling out and picking Hawks up to collapse back in the hero’s chair with him..

Hawks breathed out a laugh as he leaned on his elbows. “For such a big bad villain you sure are a cuddle bug.”

“Fuck off, you didn’t get hugged enough as a child either.” Dabi definitely did not pout as he leaned back in the chair and buried his face in the hero’s bird’s nest that he called hair. 

“Fair enough,” Hawks sighed, snuggling into the warmth that radiated from the villain. “Feel better?”

“Mhmm,” Dabi hummed, intent on falling asleep right there. “What about you, pretty bird?”

Hawks cocked his head at the villain in confusion. 

“From what the suits said,” the raven clarified.

“Oh,” Hawks hummed before nodding, “You’re dirty talk includes a lot of fluffy pet names.”

“Damn right. Telling you to file you fangs. I oughta burn the place to the ground right now.” Dabi snarled, glaring at the computer on the floor.

“There are kids there.” Hawks sighs, knowing that will stop the secret softy.

“Why the fuck are there-” Dabi’s eyes snapped back open, filled with fire. “No.”

“More future heroes , yeah.” Hawks hummed, not lifting his head from the villain’s shoulder so not seeing the fire in his pretty blue eyes.

Dabi shifter until he could get his phone out of his pocket, much to Hawks’ annoyance. “Fuck UA, I’m texting Shiggy right the fuck now-hey give that back!”

“Shhh. Nope. Afterglow time. Not villain time. You can be a secret softy later. You pulled me into this cuddle, you’re gonna finish it.” Hawks mumbled, drifting off into the contrasting temperatures that was Dabi.

“But what about-”

“You’re not getting them out right now without a plan. I’ll help you guys draw up maps later. I promise.” Hawks sighed, slipping Dabi’s phone into an inside jacket pocket.

Dabi glared at his sleepy bird, but ultimately relented, relaxing back into the chair. “Yeah, alright. Do you wanna move over to the pull out couch?”

Hawks hummed, nodding as he lets some feathers move under his butt to help Dabi carry him across the office before wrapping his wings around them both. “G’Night, Hot Stuff.”

“G'Night, pretty bird. I’ll wake you up if anyone comes to the door.” Dabi sighed, grooming red feathers.

Hawks hummed his thanks before drifting off. 

Maybe he should have warned Dabi that Tokoyami could use the window now too.

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #hero public safety commission

[nowandajenn]

Day 18- phone sex/sexting feat. Ari Levinson

Another Kinktober 2022 entry in the books lol. I'll get this damn thing finished one day, yet. This is Ari x Peyton from my Laid Bare series, which is also going to be updated fairly soon. Enjoy my lovelies!

Warnings: language, use of a sex toy, mutual masturbation.

It’s such a rare thing to have a completely empty house (with the exception of the cat) and have it be so damn quiet, that when my iPad starts lights up and starts chiming with a new FaceTime call, I literally let out what can only be called a squeak and accidentally slop some wine on my blanket and almost knock over the plate of pizza I’d been munching on. Since Lucy and her whole class, not to mention my hot history teacher boyfriend who’s acting as one of the chaperones, are all in DC for the big end of year field trip. They’ll be back in two days, but still, I’ve missed the faces that have been permanent fixtures at home. 

I click “accept” and Ari’s handsome face greets me on the screen. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m not interrupting anything am I?” I let out a snort. “Well, unless you count me binging on pizza and wine while watching stand up comedy on Netflix ‘interrupting anything’, then absolutely not. And you know if you were, you’re my favorite kind of interruption.”

I can see that Ari’s in bed, just like me, lounging back on a mountain of pillows. And the bastard is shirtless. “God, I’m exhausted. These damn kids are running us ragged.” he laughs. “Please tell me my little spawn is behaving herself. And also tell me that the kids aren’t playing musical hotel rooms. My heart couldn’t handle it.” 

“Lucy’s fine. It’s not like she isn’t already one of the best behaved kids I’ve ever seen or anything. She’s been eating dinner with me every night.” That makes me grin, knowing that Ari and Lucy get along so damn well. Despite her initial mortification and wariness about her mom and her teacher dating, she’s actually become super attached to Ari, and he’s just as crazy about her too. The fact that it secretly drives Ransom up the wall is just the icing on the cake. 

“Well it’s not like you guys don’t eat dinner together here every single night.” I tell him. “I know, but it’s different here. She has the option to sit with her friends and eat and hang out, and she decides to come sit with me. It’s sweet.” 

I’m trying to pay attention, but the sight of Ari’s bare chest is incredibly distracting. That light dusting of hair, those muscular pecs, his Star of David chain hanging down……”Hey, my eyes are up here.” he jokes. My eyes snap up to the screen and I blush a little bit at being caught. “Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing when you decided to call me half naked. This is totally on you.” A thought occurs to me and the words are out of my mouth before my brain can stop them, or even slow them down for that matter. “So, what’s on the bottom half?” 

A truly evil smirk appears on his face. “Not a whole lot, actually. You know I like to sleep naked.” I grab a pillow and press it to my face, groaning loudly. I swear to God, since we’ve started having sex, this man has truly ruined me. I never used to be this horny little deviant until he came along. And now if I don’t have sex at least once every other day, I’m nearly foaming at the mouth. It’s embarrassing. Truly. 

“Stop. My dick can only get so hard.” I whine. He throws a hand over his chest, laughing his ass off. “Go in the nightstand drawer on my side. I got you a present before I left.” I put my glass of wine on the side table and crawl over the bed to Ari’s side and open the drawer, pulling out the box and reading the front. “You legitimately got me a vibrator that you can control from your phone when you knew you were only going to be gone a week?” 

“Well, I figured that one of these nights we could play. And I think you’re just the right amount of needy tonight. What do you say, sweetheart? You wanna give it a whirl?” 

Excitement starts bubbling in my belly, and I set the ipad down so I can shimmy out of my leggings and pull my tank top over my head, letting my breasts free. I pick up the box and open it, taking the toy out and inspecting it. It’s a dark purple color with gold embellishments, and looks surprisingly elegant for a sex toy. It’s almost a V shape, with one end that goes inside and vibrates to hit the Gspot, and then the other end fits over the clit to deliver a sucking sensation. I pick up the ipad and look at Ari. 

“I’ve never done this before…..so please don’t laugh at me if I end up being completely ridiculous and bad at this.” 

“Sweetheart, just relax. Have I ever steered you wrong in the time that we’ve been together?” I roll my eyes, knowing he’s right. “I promised you that I’d introduce you to things and teach you and help you experiment, and this is just another part of that. I’m right here with you, and I’m going to guide you through it, okay?” 

“Grab my pillows and I want you to lay with your head at the foot of the bed. Go ahead and prop the ipad up against your pillows so I can get a good view of that perfect little pussy of yours while I’m making you go crazy.” I reach over and grab my airpods and connect them so I can make sure that I can hear all the downright sinful things that Ari likes to bombard me with when we’re together and not have to try and hear him over the sound of the toy. 

I lay back on the pillows and get comfortable, enjoying the feeling of the soft down comforter under my naked body and the ceiling fan over the bed making goosebumps prickle across my skin. “How do you feel, sweetheart?” Hearing his sultry voice right in my ear is almost as good as him  being right next to me. “Good. Excited.” I breathe out. I run my hands over my skin, ghosting over my tummy and chest, then cupping and squeezing my breasts, tugging on my nipples with a groan. “That’s it, baby. God, I fucking love your tits. Can’t wait to get my mouth on them again, and my hands. I just want to throw you on the bed and worship you until you don’t even know your name anymore.” 

In no time at all, I’m drenched and ready. “Go ahead and take the toy and put it inside you. You might have to adjust it a little bit until it feels comfortable. Let me know when you’re all set, okay?” I nod and grab the toy and swipe the part that goes inside me over my dripping lips, coating it in my arousal before slipping it inside. “Oh fuck” I gasp. It’s just large enough for me to feel it, and the ridged head is settling right against my Gspot. I can’t even imagine what it’s going to feel like once Ari starts fucking around with the vibrations. I adjust the front part of the toy so that it’s settled right over my clit. I blow out a breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” I tell Ari. 

I watch him pick up his phone and press a few buttons, then I feel a soft sucking sensation on my clit. “Oooh!” I squeak. “How’s it feel?” “Uh-Good. Kind of weird, but good.” He presses another button and the vibration starts deep inside me, making a loud moan tear from my throat. “Holy fuck.” I gasp. “Good girl. There ya go.” he purrs, and goddamn it if that doesn’t make my  blood run even hotter. 

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, my girl. So damn good for me. I love that you’ve trusted me enough to teach you what your body is capable of and how good you can feel. You’ve blossomed for me just like a flower opening up. Watching you feel so good gets me so hard, you know that?” I open my eyes and watch as he switches to the back camera so I can see him just like he’s seeing me. His cock is long and thick, standing tall and proud, almost hitting his damn belly button. He takes a few drops of lube from the table next to him and wraps his hand around his length, letting out a hiss as his hand passes over his sensitive head. With his other hand, he adjusts the level on the toy inside me, just a bit, but enough to elicit another deep moan from my throat. 

I’m wet enough and the toy has enough suction so that it’ll stay inside of me without me having to hold it, so my hands go back to my breasts and I pinch my nipples harshly, groaning at the feeling. It makes me wish I had grabbed the nipple clamps that Ari had introduced me to. God, that was a fun night. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get your cock back inside me.” I groan out. As good as this damn toy is making me feel, there’s nothing like the hot throb of him inside me and feeling his thick, warm body pressed against mine, his chest hair rubbing over my nipples making them ache deliciously, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing the very breath from my body. Fuck, I’m so in love with this man. “Is that right? And how do you want my cock inside you?” he groans out. His hand works a little faster over his length, precum dribbling from the tip. His balls tighten and draw up, getting ready to release streams of seed. 

“I want-ah!” my abdominal muscles clench hard as Ari ratchets up the intensity again. “Fuck…..I want to ride you. I want your hands on my hips, gripping me so tight I know you’re going to mark me. I want to see you coming apart underneath me, and you fucking up into me so hard I can’t do anything but just take it.” 

“Fuck, Peyton, baby, I’m close. Tell me you’re close. I want to see your face when you come for me.” All I can do is nod as I feel myself about to fly over the edge. The camera view changes and I see his beautiful face on the screen. His breath is coming in heavy pants, and I can see the muscles in his arm rippling as he strokes. With a quick tap to increase the suction on my clit, I fall apart, my pussy clenching hard against the vibrator, coating it in my slick. I hear a loud groan and look just in time to see ropes of white streak up Ari’s chest. 

I grab the toy and practically yank it out of me when the intensity becomes too much on my overstimulated clit. I pant, trying to catch my breath. “Fuuuuuuck.” I groan into the duvet. I fling my arm out and make contact with the ipad and drag it to me. “Are you still alive over there?” I ask. He chuckles and nods. “Barely, it feels like. My god, I love technology.” he mutters. 

“Tell you what, I think when you guys get back, I think I’m gonna send Lucy to someone’s house for a sleepover. Because I honestly don’t think either one of us is going to be quiet when I get my hands on you again.” 

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had today.” he laughs. We stay quiet for a few moments, just staring at each other over the facetime connection and smiling like goofballs. “I love you” he says softly, making me hide part of my face in the covers. I still can’t get used to hearing that from him. 

“I love you too.”

@what-is-your-plan-today @sweater-daddiesdumbdork @spectre-posts @jtargaryen18 @caffiend-queen @theladybiers @supersquirrel1996 @alexakeyloveloki @before-we-get-started @smediumsmeatbae @syms-things-5 @icanfeelastormbrewing @firephotogrl74

#Kinktober #kinktober 2020 #ari levinson #ari levinson x peyton whitmore #laid bare series #chris evans fic #tumblr besties

[anxiousgaypanicking]

Voyeurism

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Loceit (Logan x Janus) Day 8: Voyeurism Warnings: Voyeurism, getting caught masturbating

Janus didn't expect hearing such explicit noises coming from Logan's room. He had almost missed it, initially, when he was walking by. But he had managed to catch a moan. He did a double take, when he realized who's room he had just passed.

He backed up, noticing the door was open just a crack. How unprofessional; Janus would have expected Logan to at least be smart enough to close the door.

He had peaked inside, not expecting to see Logan bouncing slowly on a dildo. He still had a shirt on, but his tie was untied, just hanging loosely around his neck.

Logan's face was flushed, and his eyes were screwed shut. Despite the fact he was hardly moving, he looked to be in heaven.

Janus wasn't surprised. It only made sense that Logan got off very rarely, and was therefore more sensitive. How cute.

He stood at the door, continuing to watch as Logan bounced on the toy, enjoying the moans and whines Logan let out. He felt his own cock twitch in his pants at the sight, and he bit his lip. He could go back to his room and get off, which would be the smarter option, or he could stand here and get off to the sight of Logan.

Or...

Janus quietly pushes open the door, before quietly shutting it behind him. He then clears his throat.

"Well, isn't this a sight," he begins, watching as Logan's eyes snap open. He sinks fully down on the toy, but he keeps grinding against it, seemingly desperate for friction. Janus continues, "It seems you accidentally left the door open."

"Absurd," Logan responds, almost immediately. He's panting quietly. "I don't do things accidentally."

Janus raises an eyebrow. "You left it open on purpose, then? Were you just hoping someone would walk by and catch you?"

"I was."

"Shameless, aren't you. And rather kinky-"

"I'm not kinky."

Janus tsks, strutting up to Logan and quickly grabbing his chin. He firmly tilts Logan's face upwards, bringing their faces close together.

"Oh, Logan, you and I both know that's a lie."

Logan's the one who ends up closing the gap between then, desperate for human affection, or just human contact in general. He knew what he was doing leaving his door open - of course he did. He was hoping someone would walk in on him - he was hoping someone would catch him. Both due to the thrill of being caught doing something so unlike him, and the way he felt when that person inevitably touched him.

As Janus was doing now.

He had released Logan's chin, and his hands had begun roaming over Logan's body. It felt weird, because of Janus's gloves, but Logan was just desperate for any contact in general.

Janus's tongue slipped into Logan's mouth, Logan moaning at the unfamiliar feeling.

He got off occasionally by himself, sometimes finding himself randomly aroused, or stressed and in need of relief. But he had always craved another person. He'd never admit it, of course, because then he'd sound stupid.

Logan sat up on his knees, both trying to deepen the kiss and get off the toy, but Janus's hands are on his hips in an instant, and his roughly forced back down.

His back arches as he lets out a high moan, nails digging into the fabric covering Janus's arms.

"Janus?" Logan asks, questioningly, his face flushed. Janus raises an eyebrow in response, a smirk on his face.

"Yes?"

"I thought you were-"

"Going to fuck you?" Janus chuckled, hand coming to hover in front of his lips as he did so. He glances at Logan's pathetic looking figure, eyes shining. "No. I'd much rather sit here and watch you get off. It's such an alluring sight."

Of course, he'd love to see Logan beneath him at some point, but that was best saved for a later time. Right now, he just wanted to watch, and maybe tease Logan, as he fucked himself on that toy.

Logan's cheeks turn a bright red, causing Janus to raise an eyebrow. Embarrassment, perhaps?

Janus takes a seat on the bed across from Logan, watching him expectantly with a smirk on his face. Logan dares to glance down, and he notices that Janus was clearly hard in his pants.

Logan clears his throat, looking back at Janus. "Are you sure you don't want me to help you with-"

"I'm sure," Janus cuts him off, at Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. Is he too shy? The little nerd, the one who wanted to get caught, too embarrassed to keep going.

"Are you too flustered to continue, Logan?" Janus purrs, words more meant to tease than to accuse. Logan swallows and shakes his head, before shakily lifting himself back up, and slamming himself back down, letting out a loud moan as he does so.

He definitely seems more hesitant now that he knows he has an audience, but he was still horny and in need of relief, so he kept bouncing on the toy.

Janus watched him intensely, watching as Logan let out a moan every time he went down, how his hands toyed with himself, and the way his eyes would look at everything but Janus.

How cute.

Logan slowly began bouncing faster, a single bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn't do things like this often, so he got a bit of a workout from this. He was spurred on by Janus's groans and moans as he palmed himself through his pants, eyes never moving anywhere but Logan.

Logan's face was flushed a light red as he moved a bit faster, moans continuing to spill from his mouth. His head rolls back as he lets out a whine, and his back arches as he sinks down one final time, moaning as he comes.

He sits up and pushes the toy away, before sitting back down on the bed. He looks at Janus, who's face has a light dust of pink on it.

"Enjoy watching?" Logan asks, panting slightly.

Janus is quick to nod. "Very much so. Does your offer of helping me out still stand?"

Logan nods, and shuffles closer.

#kinktober 2020 #agp kinktober 2020

[dirtyknots]

Live Show - DirtyKnots - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Kinktober 2020 Day 8 - Casting Couch

(yes, I am still pretending that it hasn't been 2 years)

I took some liberties with the concept of a casting couch because I had a lot of requests for a sequel to Cam Show, which I didn't think I was ever going to write, but then this happened. Mind the tags.

#ao3 link #kinktober 2020 #mine #stiles/derek/dog

[jerry-hornes-foot]

Day Fifteen - Phone Sex

561 words

18+ only

Kurt Kunkle x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom!sub; dom!reader; sub!kurt; sexting; camboy; humiliation; masturbation; name calling; pervert (kurt); exhibitionism (no unconsenting bystanders); explicit language; vaping mention

"Hey guys! Kurt from Kurt's World here, we have arrived at the gas station."

The camera wobbles as Kurt awkwardly tries and fails to rest his phone on the dashboard.

"So uhhh yeah! Here we are!" He says, finally getting it steady. "I'm gonna jump into the store here and, yeah, maybe I could pick up some soda or whatever and do a review?"

You're sitting at your computer, watching the view count on his stream and waiting for the numbers to drop. The figure ticks down to two.

"Brought my rig with me so uhh I could maybe get some new liquid, take a few rips? We'll see!"

The view count drops to one and you quickly click into your discord window and open your messages with Kurt.

hey great stream so far

You watch as Kurt leans in a little, the image wobbling as he taps on the notification of your message.

"Oh, uhh, hey!" He says, awkwardly waving at the camera. "It's a little quiet just now but I think we're gonna get the views rolling in once I start the review."

i have a better idea

"Okay sounds good, yeah, we can call it a viewer challenge! Hey guys, Kurt from Kurt's World here and I'm about to do a challenge that you guys picked! Yeah that sounds good."

go into the bathroom

"Okay, random." Kurt says raising an eyebrow.

There's an awkward scuffle as Kurt gets his keys and lifts the camera. He makes his way into the gas station bathroom, he quickly moves the camera around to show the inside of the room before turning it to face himself and smiling into his phone.

"Okay guys this is crazy. Here we are in some random gas station bathroom and now..." He stops for a second, dropping the pretence of having an audience just long enough to ask, "what is it you want me to do?"

go into the stall

He does as instructed.

close the toilet lid

sit down

"Got to admit this is getting a bit weird, but you know me! I'd do anything for you guys."

Your eyes flash to the view count once more, making sure you're the only one here.

touch yourself

Kurt's cheeks turn pink almost instantly and for a moment he's lost for words.

"What if people join?" He asks, finally.

thats part of the fun ;)

Kurt bites his lip. You watch him lean forward, doubling himself over to make sure there's no one else in the bathroom, before sitting up again and staring at his screen.

"Okay."

Keeping the camera on his face Kurt awkwardly unbuckles his jeans with one hand. You thrill at the little whine that escapes his lips as he starts to stroke his cock in his hand.

feel good??

Kurt nods. The camera shakes slightly as he pumps his fist.

such a pervert arent you?

Kurt nods again, biting his lip and whining as quietly as he can.

whose pervert?

"Yours." He whispers.

whose?

"Yours." His voice is louder this time, but it's not good enough.

WHOSE?

"Yours! I'm your pervert!" He practically shouts, the camera jittering violently as he fucks his fist. It doesn't take long for him to cum and you admire the way his face contorts when he does. He's breathless, his cheeks burning red from the sudden exertion.

good boy

#sorry its late! #kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #spree 2020 #kinktober 2022 #jerryhorneskink

[bitchfitch]

I'm working on a lil comic and I think this is my new favorite drawing of Villain. it only Narrowly beats out my old favorite drawing of him:

(he's fine, it's just his tantrum time)

#god next month these characters are going to be 3 years old. #Villain still doesn't have a name other than villain #oct 1st #Villain and Heros first appearance was in day 1 of 2020s kinktober on my ao3. Ratna/princess showed up day 5 i think #and idk when Minion started being a thing #proly around the same time as ratna.

[nestingomega]

Thicker than Water

Pairing: Dracula x Female!Reader

Warning: Mentions of Blood, Blood Sucking, Blood Drinking, Vampire Blood Bond, Vampire Fetish

Rating: 18+, first meeting, placed in EP3

Word Count: 1013

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

As you passed the bar, you couldn’t help but feel as though every person had their eyes on you. Secretly, you hoped they would approach you but after going to clubs recently, it wasn’t the norm. Only being open after the sun was long gone, the moon prominently shining as people were everywhere. Some innocently standing by the wall, taking in everything the same as yourself. The others knew exactly what they came for their eyes following every motion and flicker of movement, waiting to sink their claws into their prey. Smiling to yourself, your eyes skirted the rest of the space, couches and tea tables were placed for comfort in the corners. Leaving the middle for a space to get lost in the miasma, the fragrance of vanilla pulsing around Walking towards the middle, you started to sway gently before you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning your head, your eyes locked onto hazel irises as you stared at one another. Time seemed to stand still, his eyes never wavering from yours until his eyes darted to your neck. Breathing in deeply, you smiled, looking at his lips as you spoke.

“H-hi! Sorry I didn’t catch your name..” You gestured to him, your fingers waving in front of you as you trailed off.

“I’m—Dracula.” The man spoke, not once looking at your face as the words left his mouth. When he looked back up to your eyes, he couldn’t help but sniff the air, the sweet aroma wafting from your neck made you irresistible. Your warm blood pulsing through your veins was making it hard to come up with conversation to keep both of you talking, his eyes never drifting away from your eyes or neck for too long. Your eyes widened as the name made you curious. ‘Could he be..what I have yearned for?’

At the same time, you couldn’t help but lean closer. His warm breath heated your cheeks as a unique spice wafted close to your nose, invading your senses. The very essence of him had your heart pounding. Wanting desperately to know the reason why your body couldn’t seem to resist the incessant pull towards him. His beautiful hazel eyes turned dark, like a glass of the sweetest red wine as his hands reached up to your neck.

“It was strange, seeing you walk in. A drop of sun in the dark of the moon’s shadow.” His voice purred out as he looked at your face, admiring your features. His fingers touching your smooth skin as the pads of his fingers traced your pulse point. ‘He’s a vampire, a handsome one at that. Oh now I’m excited.’ You couldn’t move, paralyzed by the hold of this stranger’s effect on you. His nails scraped against the junct of your neck and collarbone and a bead of crimson sprung forth. His tongue darted from his lip and you mentally cursed yourself for finding it incredibly desirable. His finger snatched it up, gently rubbing the warm liquid in a pattern to your pulse point. Moving his hand to his own neck, he pressed the same pattern to his own skin, not a second more your body lurched forward.

Your hands reach up to touch his skin as your hips gently mingle, your fingers intertwined in his dark hair. His eyes leave your as his head dips down to your neck, his tongue slowly dragging against your pulse point. A whimper flies from your lips as you stand at the mercy of his tongue and his lips, so close to your sensitive skin. Your fingers gripped the material of his shirt, the union of his lips and tongue on your neck made it hard to remember to breathe. His hands were at his sides but your whimper brought the man’s arms to action, his fingers gently tracing over your arms landing on your hips. Swirling the tip of his tongue on the place he planned to sink his sharp teeth, he groaned very softly into your flesh, your sweet balm much stronger now that you were bonded together. A union of fervent passion and smoky desire that neither of you could now escape, not that he would want to.

“I won’t lie to you, this will hurt a bit.” In one fluid motion, he sunk his teeth into your skin. A strangled yelp flew from your lips as the sharp pain burned your skin, his warm lips and fingers the only thing grounding you. The club seemed so far away, the only thing you were thinking about was Dracula, his face nuzzled into your neck, drinking your sweet crimson life source. You assumed it was his fingers delicately placing his mark on you but you wanted to be devoured by him, his only solace and the only one that he could ever drink from. Forever his. His hips ground gently against yours as he continued to drink from you, a breathy moan coming from his throat, delighting in the taste of you. He had been alive for many years but you were something special.

#sugar and sage #kinktober #ask sage #kinktober 2022 #sage writes #dracula 2020 #claes bang x reader #fem!reader #vampirekink #bloodkink

[bunnywan]

for kinktober: fuck or die + public sex

i changed “or die” to “or we won’t join the republic”. pls enjoy obi-wan and anakin having sex in front of a group of aliens.

#circa 2020/21 smut. top obi-wan calling anakin a good boy. you’re welcome to that demographic. #kinktober #anon asks

[imaginethathaikyuu]

no like genuinely i read my fics and im obsessed with them like they are simply so good like i love my writing and i hope all writers are able to feel that way because its so fun to be proud of your own stories and look back on them and be like damn holy shit this is good and i love it

writers if u see this rb with the fic u wrote that u like the most and are most proud of please :)

#NOT TO TOOT MY OWN HORN OR ANYTHING!!!! #i just think that writing is the only thing im good at and i love reading my own fics. that is all. #because theyre good lmao like idk what to tell you #just read futakuchis kinktober 2020 fic and it might be the best thing ive ever wrote. just saying

[alicetallulaafterdark]

Kinktober 2020 - October 2020 - Day 13 : In Public - 13.10.2020

My contribution to the Kinktober 2020 prompts list by jbbuckybarnes

Day 1 : Handjob / Day 2 : Eating Out / Day 3 : Thigh Riding / Day 4 : Choking/Spanking / Day 5 : Daddy Kink / Day 6 : Blindfolded / Day 7 : Blowjob / Day _ : Voyeurism / Day 9 : Accidental Stimulation / Day 10 : Knife Kink / Day 11 : Restraints / Day 12 : Fingering / Day 14 : Sixty-nine / Day 15 : Size Difference / Day 16 : Toys / Day 17 : Begging / Day 18 : In the kitchen / Day 19 : Threesome / Day 20 : Edging / Day 21 : Phone Sex / Day 22 : In the Shower/Tub / Day 23 : First Time / Day 24 : BDSM/Rough Sex / Day 25 : Caught masturbating / Day 26 : Orgy / Day 27 : Praises Kink / Day 29 : Dirty Talk / Day 30 : Mutual Masturbation / Day 31 : Dressed-Up

Day 13 : In Public - Nickroe - 13.10.2020

I decided to go with Nick Burkhardt/Eddie Monroe from Grimm !

Done using ink pens, graphite pencils and an acrylic paint pen

AO3 post / DeviantArt post / Instagram post / Patreon post / Twitter nsfw post

#kinktober 2020 #jbbuckybarnes's kinktober 2020 #grimm #grimm nbc #nickroe #nick burkhardt #eddie monroe #in public #nsft #nsft art #fanart #tallula03's art

[vampyrsutton]

MirioXTamaki~Gaping

Summary:

The boy can turn his fingers into big tentacles, and you think I’m not going to use him? HA!

Ao3 Tags:

Anal Gaping, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Consentacles, Quirk Kink (My Hero Academia), Quirk Accident (My Hero Academia), inappropriate use of quirk, Bondage, Light Angst, an OC's mom dies, Kinktober 2020, Pet Names

“So what do you think, Tamaki?” Mirio grinned at his much shyer boyfriend as though he hadn’t just bluntly asked the raven to wreck him with tentacles.

Tamaki’s face was so red he was worried steam was coming off of him. “M-Mirio...H-how do you s-say stuff like t-that so casually?” he squeaked, covering his face.

Mirio tilted his head as though he didn’t understand what Tamaki meant. He did understand, but the raven seemed to seem at least a little better when he used that act. “What do you mean, Tamaki? You asked me what I was thinking about so I answered. I want you to try the tentacles on me. The characters in anime and hentai seem to like it so I was curious and you can make tentacles so it made sense to ask you to fu-mph.”

Tamaki covered the blonde’s mouth with his hands, his face red from the tips of his pointed ears and disappearing under his shirt. “Mirio!”

He could feel the blonde’s grin under his hand and yelped when the other licked it, snatching it away. 

Mirio laughed, pulling Tamaki into his lap to pet through his hair and allow the raven to hide in his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Tamaki squirmed a bit, embarrassed at the touchy feeliness, but it did serve its intended purpose as he relaxed against Mirio’s broad chest, sighing in thought. 

“I-...” He started after some time, having to swallow a lump in his throat before starting over. “I-it’s not that I don’t w-want to...I just don’t u-understand how you can be so blunt about stuff like that.”

This earned the raven another bright chuckle that was honestly music to his pointed ears. “So you’d be willing?”

“...I’ve considered it before…” Tamaki mumbles into the blonde’s shoulder.

Mirio’s eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “Always the quiet ones, huh?” He hummed before laughing when Tamaki tried to stutter out an excuse. “I’m just playing with you, Tama. You’ve considered it then?”

Tamaki pouted a little at being teased, but nodded in answer. “Still a teenager.”

“Haha fair enough. Forget that sometimes with us being heroes now. Where did your consideration lead, sunshine?”

“...I’d be willing to try it, i guess? You know I’m awkward at topping though…”

“Certain food and stuff help you with that, right? Like foods with aphrodisiac properties or that one time you had rabbit was interesting.”

Tamaki turned scarlet again at being reminded of that instance. “Mirioooo!” He complained in embarrassment. 

“Right, no teasing. Sorry, Tamaki, you’re just so cute.” Mirio chuckled, playing with Tamaki’s fluffy locks.

Tamaki pouts, calling on the sea urchin he had that day to make his hair porcupine-like in retaliation.

It was Mirio’s turn to whine now as he quickly drew his hand back. “Tamakiiii!”

Tamaki just huffed into the blonde’s shoulder as he let his hair retire to normal. “...We can try it.”

Mirio grinned, pulling back to place a kiss on Tamaki’s red forehead. “Thanks, Tamaki.”

“Mhmmm,” Tamaki hummed. “I have the higher food budget because of my quirk so just text me the foods. ...We’re both off this weekend I think. We can try then.” 

Mirio gave him a stupidly fond look given the subject matter. “You’re the best you know that?”

Tamaki hid his face again, unable to deal with the admiring look in the blonde’s eyes. “Please, stop talking.” He whined.

The blonde’s laughter filled the room before he started showering Tamaki with affection. “Not until you believe it too.”

Tamki just whimpered in response, but didn’t struggle as Mirio pulled him down to cuddle so they could sleep. 

It was going to be a long week waiting for Friday. 

~~~

“LE MILLION!” Tamaki yelled from the other side of the bank lobby when a villain with a telekinesis quirk sent a broken beam flying at the distracted blonde who was fighting some sort of smoke quirk that was similar enough to counteract each other. “DROP!”

Mirio did so without question, dropping into the floor and popping back out to watch the flying beam take out his opponent. “THANKS, SUNEATER!” He yelled before permeating his way to the telekinesis user. 

It didn’t take long after that really for the former Big Three of UA to finish off the bank robbers, the two extroverts handling the police while Tamaki went to help with any civilians hiding around the lobby and make sure none were stuck. 

He was passing the bathrooms that had debris blocking them when he heard a whimper from behind the door. He immediately called forth the tentacles to move the debris before retracting them and slowly opening the door. 

“Hero S-Suneater. I-is there a-anyone in here?” Tamaki asked when he peaked his head in.

He heard a small yelp behind the door before there was a burst of light that blinded him briefly before he suddenly had an armful of child. 

The child couldn’t have been more than eight, maybe nine years old, and was sobbing into his cloak, stuttering and hiccupping as she tried to form a sentence. 

Tamaki was at a complete loss, but let one of his arms turn into a wing to comfort her so he could keep looking, but calm her down. “Uh, shhh? Shhh, Its-its okay now. The robbers a-are stopped. Um, is your parent in here, too?”

The was apparently the wrong thing to say as the child sobbed harder. “The ro-robbers ki-killed mommy!”

Tamaki paled as he held the child closer. “Bastards. Uh-Sorry, but no that’s what they are.”

This got a choked laugh out of the kid which made Tamaki sigh in relief even if she was still understandably sobbing. “I-I’m not very good with people. Let’s get you to the police so they can help you?”

Tamaki felt the girl cling to him and sob harder making him sigh. ‘Why do kids always pick me?’

“Okay, okay. I’m not supposed to do this, but want to finish rounds with me?” Tamaki offered, a little shocked he didn’t stutter, but shrugging it off.

There was a small nod against his chest as she continued to cry but he nodded. “Alright, just stay behind the wing so we don’t get in trouble okay?”

Another small nod and he checked the rest of the bathrooms and his area. They found a few more people, and he found out the girl had a mood quirk that when activated made people feel the opposite of what she was feeling which she activated from behind the wing to help not necessarily calm people down but make them feel brave. 

“I’m not condoning the unauthorized use, but that’s pretty cool of you to be using your own misery to be trying to help these other people.” Tamaki whispered to her after he sent an uninjured civilian towards the check point. 

The girl, Kimiko, still had tears streaming down her face but managed to smile some. “Th-thank you.”

“No, thank you . I know I’m a hero, but I have horrible anxiety and would have normally went to hide away from people by now, but I’m pretty sure the activation you did when I accidentally spooked you when I found you is why we’ve already helped like six more people. How long does this last anyway?” Tamaki asked. They were done with his area so he was just trying to keep her out of her head as they went to the checkpoint. That and it was probably best to know how long he’d be like this. 

“Ummm, when it’s an accident anywhere from 3 to 12 hours depending on how badly I was shocked, but I think it worked on big brother for almost a week last time?” Kimiko answered after a moment. “His girlfriend cheated on him so I watched a sad movie so he wouldn’t be sad anymore.”

‘Good so she does have family.’ Tamaki internally sighed in relief as he smiled at her. “That was very nice of you.”

She smiled despite her puffy eyes. “I don’t like seeing other people sad. The quirk person said the person is still aware of the opposite feeling so they can still fix it; they just don’t have to feel it while doing it. He thinks the time length depends on how strong my own emotion is.”

Tamaki blinked in surprise. “You probably just saved several people a lot of time in therapy if they won’t have that wall stopping them from talking about it for like a week. I’m sure your other parent will be very proud.” 

Her smile turned sad and Tamaki cursed himself, but she grinned anyway. “Do you think I can help Mom with Mommy being gone?”

Tamaki hugged her close as they neared the paramedics. “I’m sure you being okay will be help enough. Take care of yourself, too.”

Kimiko nodded as she clung to him, glaring at the paramedic that tried to take her, and Tamaki had to laugh. “They have to check on you and call your Mom, Kimiko-chan.”

She gave him puppy dog eyes and he sighed, patting down his pockets until he found a business card. “Tell you what.” He got a pen from the paramedic and scribbled down his direct. “You can keep in touch if taking care of everyone else gets too much, okay?”

She nodded, holding onto the card like a lifeline as she hugged him again. “Thank you for saving us, Suneater!” She smiled lightly before climbing down and letting the paramedic lead her away. 

“I thought kids made you nervous?” Mirio hummed from where he had his arms wrapped around Tamaki’s middle from behind. Tamaki leaned back into the hold which surprised Mirio more at the raven allowing PDA. “You okay, sunshine?”

“That little girl is nine years-old, just watched her mom get killed by robbers, and decided to use her horrible situation and her quirk to help an anxiety ridden hero and several civilians. I think I’m more in shock than she was.” Tamaki explained without a single stutter.

Mirio stared at him wide eyed than at the retreating kid. “Holy shit.”

Tamaki laughed, turning around in the blonde’s arms to face him. “That’s what I’ve been thinking the past hour.” He frowned when he noticed a line of blood on Mirio’s cheek and a cut down his bicep. “What happened?”

“The neutralizers on one of the handcuffs apparently broke so the spike guy still had some choice actions so to speak. He didn’t try to escape, just threw a small tantrum.” Mirio shrugged, leaning into Tamaki’s hand when the raven touched his face. 

“Why haven’t you gotten it healed yet?” Tamaki frowned.

“I thought you had another kid try to adopt you and thought I needed to come help you, but apparently you had it handled.”

“Mhmm. It’s only when you’re not around that they seem to adopt me. I still don’t understand it. 1A thought I was glaring at them.”

“You’re a lot...softer? No, um sturdier? That doesn’t make sense. Reliable? Close enough. You come off as more reliable as Suneater.” Mirio struggles before shrugging. “Not to say you’re not reliable outside of costume, but you have to get past the anxiety first.”

Tamaki hummed, playing with Mirio’s cape before pulling him closer. “Well how about you go get healed up, and we’ll see just how reliable I am? I had lunch with Fat Gum today so extra Takoyaki.” He whispered in the blonde’s ear.

Mirio looked at him confused for a second before it caught up to him and he groaned in excitement. “This is the rabbit all over again.”

Tamaki groaned in annoyance. “Go get healed! Bring that up again and no tentacles for you.”

Mirio looked around quickly, suddenly the one embarrassed. “Okay, now might be the time for some shyness.”

“Oh it’s still there. I can just choose to ignore it right now.”  

Mirio furrowed his brow in confusion before it seemed to catch up to him. “You go hit with the girl’s quirk?”

“Yeah, I kinda spooked her when I found her. Open the door, there was a flash of light, and suddenly I had an armful of child and the nervousness was gone a bit later. I have probably 2 to 5 hours left based on what Kimiko said.” Tamaki shrugged.

Mirio nodded, chuckling slightly. “So I’m in for it tonight.”

“That depends on how well you behave.” Tamaki smirked before turning red when he realized what he said.. 

Mirio gulped, nodding, before running to the healers. 

Tamaki sunk into the collar of his cloak, pulling the hood lower and he internally screamed in embarrassment. He at least wasn’t going to have an anxiety fueled breakdown over it, but that didn’t stop the embarrassment. This was going to be a very conflicting evening.

~~~

“Mmm, Ahhh M-Mirio~ L-let me close the doOoor-Ahhhh~!” Tamaki moaned, pinned to the wall inside the entrance of their apartment.

“But Tama~ You were teasing me the whole way home!” Mirio chuckled into Tamaki’s ear as he kicked the door closed next to them. “And you looked so hot when the spike guy did make a run for it and you just shot out a tentacle and threw him back in the police van. My brain was like, ‘That’s gonna be me in an hour.’ Good thing it's getting chilly and I had an excuse to wrap my cape in front of me.”

Tamaki flushed, no amount of bravery preparing him Mirio’s bluntness as the blonde went back to attacking the raven’s neck. “PervErt,” Tamaki groaned. “You’re the reason I have such a big collar on my cloak.”

“Nah, it’s so you can hide your face when embarrassed or anxious.” Mirio laughed, nibbling under Tamaki’s ear as his hand slid lower. 

Tamaki shivered when Mirio bit the spot under his ear before letting out a low moan when the blonde started palming him through his jeans. 

A switch seemed to flip the only warning Mirio was given was a rubbery slimy sound before he was being pulled away and suspended in the air by each limb and his torso, his now tentacled boyfriend essentially holding him in the air with one hand. That thought made Mirio groan in lust, head lulling a little. “Tamaki~”

The new position had Mirio’s crotch close to eye level and he raised an amused eyebrow at just how hard Mirio was already. “So how long were you thinking about this again?”

Mirio was the one embarrassed this time as he flushed. “Remember when you got a hold of me in training second year before I had the timing I do now and yeeted me across the gym ‘cause I taunted you?”

Tamaki blinked before turning equally scarlet. “That was almost 4 years ago!”

“We weren’t dating yet! I didn’t want to creep you out!” Mirio pouted, squirming in the tentacles and shivering when they reflexively tightened. 

“I-...okay fair i guess? Um… would it help if I told you this was one of my first wet dreams? ” Tamaki mumbled, red to the tip of his ears.

Mirio, fluent in Tamaki mumbled, heard it and perked up like an excited puppy. “I told you it was always the quiet oOne-ohhhh~” 

Tamaki had turned his other pointer finger into a tentacle and squeezed Mirio through his pants to shut him up. “I blame introversion and manga.”

“S-so you admi-mit it’s the quiet ones-Ahhh~”

“Not all of us can be human sunshine,” Tamaki pouted.

Mirio smiled fondly. “You’re my human sunshine though.”

Tamaki blushed harder, hiding behind his arms, careful not to move his hands. “Just permeate out of your clothes!”

Mirio did so, laughing as he waited for tentacles to wrap around him again. His laughter was cut off when they did as another slid in his mouth to silence him. He gave it a hard suchk and Takami almost dropped him as his legs buckled. 

Tamaki withdrew the tentacle long enough to get to the bedroom where he threw the blonde on the bed like he apparently wanted to based on the moan that followed before grabbing the lube and rearranging which tentacle was holding where so he could prep the blonde. “What is with you and being thrown?

“It’s just when you do it, sunshine.” Mirio winked.

Tamaki rolled his eyes, spreading lube on his non-tentacled fingers before turning those into small tentacles that prodded at the blonde’s hole.

Mirio shivered, hips twitching when one slipped in. 

Tamaki was too busy focusing to properly enjoy the noises leaving Mirio as he noticed he could increase the number of the small tentacles a little than normal before letting them get bigger inside the blonde who seemed to have not a single complaint with this discovery.

When Tamaki did finally look up at Mirio, however, he got to see the blonde looking absolutely ruined and he hadn’t even gotten to his dick yet. 

“T-Tamakiii~ M-moreee pwease~” Mirio actually slurred.

Tamaki blinked, the sound going straight to his own dick before thought of something and let the tentacles spread out, rubbing abound until Mirio arched with a moan and he know he found the blonde’s prostate. 

“Tamakiiii~! Your cock~ Please~” Mirio groaned, squirming in his restraints that only reflexively squeezed in response. 

Tamaki almost had to chuckle at how desperate his boyfriend was after barely anything as he looked to his own erection, focusing on making it a tentacle. It eventually worked but it felt bizarre. 

It was like the whole thing was made of the hypersensitive tip, but dissociated and god it was overwhelming to lube it up.

Tamaki’s tentacles lifted Mirio into the air once more as the raven laid back on the pillow and slowly lowered the blonde onto his now tentacled cock. 

A choked sound left Mirio followed by a moan as he was lowered little by little until he bottomed out. Tamaki watched as he twitched spasmed as he adjusted to the feeling of the tentacle withering inside him. Much like his normal dick, Tamaki seemed to have very little control over the tentacles actions, but Mirio didn’t seem to mind as he shuddered whenever it found his prostate.

“You can move.” Mirio eventually sighed. 

Tamaki nodded, tentacles lifting the blonde almost all the way up before bringing him back down fast. 

Mirio moaned out, cock leaking precum as he was bounced up and down. 

Once Mirio seemed to get used to it, he made the tentacle longer and thicker, making the blonde’s eyes roll back as it rubbed past his prostate each time. Mirio looked close to coming already so Tamaki wrapped a smaller tentacle around the base of the blonde’s cock earning him a whine.

“Tamakiii~!” Mirio whined around the one that had made it back to his mouth.

He increased the size again and this time he could see a small stomach bulge whenever the blonde was brought down on his cock.

“Shit…” Tamaki breathed in between his own sounds before adding his own thrusts into the fray, making the blonde’s eyes roll back .

“Gahhh~ Tamaki~! AHhh! Please~!” Mirio rambled, sucking on the one in his mouth like a cock to be worshipped. 

Tamaki made the tentacle in the blonde’s ass just a bit bigger and watched as the blonde came undone after just a few more thrust. 

Mirio, tentacle cock ring be damned, cried out as he came hard, painting Tamaki’s chest white as he practically sobbed his release.

Tamaki rearranged the twitching blonde in the air so he was doggy style before sitting up to finish himself off, sliding the tentacle back in and giving a few move thrusts before cumming just as hard inside the blonde, his tentacle dick seeming to deflate back to normal as he released, his fingers doing the same as he saw white and lost focus. 

Mirio groaned, moaning as he was filled before his chest collapsed to the bed as the tentacles supporting him retreated. “Tamakiii~”

It took Tamaki a moment to come back to himself, but the sight that greeted him almost made his overly sensitive cock twitch in interest. 

Mirio looked absolutely ruined. His hair was plastered to his face with sweat, lube was smeared everywhere from the tentacles, he seemed unable to actually open his eyes, his breathing heavy and his hole. God his hole was gaping at him, twitching as a mixture of cum and lube dripped out with nothing to hold in. 

The blonde looked thoroughly fucked out and Tamaki felt almost proud as he watched the dopey smile on his boyfriend’s face. He had done this. He had turned the normally loud, energetic blonde into a twitching, sated mess who probably couldn’t move if he tried.

Mirio’s legs were apparently tired of holding him as they too collapsed, eliciting a groan.

Tamaki chuckled lightly, moving down the bed the brush the blonde’s hair out of his face. “You okay?”

“Thank you, Tama.” The blonde mumbled, barely conscious. 

“Anything for you, Mirio. No falling asleep yet though. We need to clean you up.”

This idea earned Tamaki a pout which just caused another chuckle, “It’s a good thing we’re both heroes you know.” He hummed as he moved Mirio so he could fireman carry the blonde to the bathroom, sizes too awkward for a princess carry. 

In the end Tamaki ended in the bath with him before cuddling together in bed. Not that he was complaining.

~The Next Morning~

“So some cultures eat insects. Some insects have ovipositors.”

“It’s 10AM!” 

#mirio x tamaki #mirio togata #tamaki amajiki #bnha #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #tentacles #quirk play

[anlian-aishang]

would you believe me if I said I have written over 100 levi x reader smut oneshots?

#kinktober 2020: 31 #kinktober 2021: 31 #ordinary smut oneshots: 28 #that prompt list from summer 2020: 13 #103 #and this isn't counting headcanons or thirstdays #idek what to think i just needed to put it out there 😅 #alias's

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I'm not entirely sure if I've asked you before, but have you ever written for Homocidal Liu? I've been INFATUATED with him for quite the while now, (I'd say, a year?) however, I can never find any work of him. If you have written for him, do you mind tagging them below? If not, I completely understand. Best regards :)

All of my works are in my masterlist, I believe good ol’ Lui is under masterlist 2 in the creepypasta section uwu

#LINK TO MY MASTERLIST IS IN MY BIO #OH I THINK I ALSO HAVE HIM IN SOME KINKTOBER 2020 FICS #WHY ARE WE TALKING SO LOUDLY? #LMAO #I ALSO HAVE OPEN COMMISSIONS ^^ #UWUWU #HOPE YOU ENJOY!!! #HOMICIDAL LUI

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Eating Out

!a series of me uploading the kinktober fics/drabbles i made years ago because i didnt back in 2020 for some fuckin reason. if these are bad/poor quality its because theyre old, and ive improved since then :)!

Losleep (Remy x Logan) Day 2: Eating out Warnings: eating ass

"You know, Thomas can't really fall asleep with his brain running a mile a minute," Remy said, leaning against the logical traits door with a sweet smelling coffee in hand.

"It's practically impossible for anyone to run a mile per minute," Logan responds, eyes not moving from computer screen. He continued typing, as he continued explaining. "The world record time for the fastest mile run is three minutes and forty three seconds."

Remy rolls his eyes. "You know what I meant."

"I don't."

"For someone who claims to be so smart-"

"Don't."

Remy grinned, and he could see Logan hunch over slightly. Remy whistled, strolling fully into the room.

"Sitting like that is bad for your posture, babe," Remy advises him, moving to stand right at the side of the chair. He takes a large sip of his coffee, before setting it down on Logan's desk. That gets Logan to stop.

He glares at Remy. "Move that. My workspace is not a place for you to leave your trash."

"This is half full. Far from trash, if ya ask me."

"Well, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. I have work to do, Sleep, and you do too. Thomas shouldn't be awake at this hour."

Remy rolls his eyes again. "You think I don't know that? Bitch, the first thing I said when I walked in was that Thomas couldn't sleep. And that's not entirely my fault. I can only do so much for him. His brain is keeping him awake."

Logan sighs, staring at Remy for a few seconds, and Remy believes he's won.

But then, Logan just turns back to his work, causing Remy to let out a groan.

Well, guess he'd have to use force.

He gripped the back of Logan's chair, before spinning it so that he and Logan were face to face.

"For someone who wants best for Thomas, you sure aren't trying very hard," Remy says, roughly grabbing Logan's chin and pulls their faces close together.

Logan's eyes go wide for a minute, before they narrow. He goes to retaliate, but Remy beats him to it.

"Sitting that close to a screen will hurt your beautiful eyes babe. Give you a headache too. But you've already had one, if not more of those. Don't think I didn't notice the bottle of Ibuprofen on your desk." He releases Logan's chin, and instead, grabs Logan's wrists and pulls him up and out of the chair.

"Tell me, why can't you just put this stuff off until tomorrow?"

"Because it needs to be done tonight-!"

"Oh? It needs to be done tonight?" He pushes Logan onto the bed.

"That's what I just-"

"You know what else needs to be done tonight? A whole lotta sleepin', and I'm willing to help our host in any way that I can," Remy purrs, crawling onto the bed after Logan. "And if that means helping you destress in order to do so, then so be it."

Remy's now positioned so that he's straddling Logan's lap, hunched over Logan as Logan's back is pressed to the bed.

Logan's hands are on Remy's shoulders, but Remy can tell Logan's mind is still on his work.

So Remy's hand slides down and grips Logan's tie, pulling it so that Logan's face is once again close to his. His other hand is busy rubbing up and down Logan's side, an all too comforting gesture that greatly contrasted with how intensely he was staring down Logan.

"May I?" Remy suddenly asks, a smug smirk creeping onto his face.

Logan, getting the implications, spared one last look at his computer, before sighing out a tired "you have my consent." Remy grinned, wasting no time as he worked to strip Logan, Logan helping as best he could.

Although, there really wasn't a need to, considering how quickly Remy tore the clothes off of him.

"I believe this is less to help me destress and more to satisfy your high sex drive," Logan states, frowning when Remy removes his glasses from his face.

He can still see somewhat decently, but he prefers to wear them in order to avoid getting headaches.

Remy then removes his own sunglasses, revealing his own dark brown eyes.

"I won't be satisfying myself in any way," Remy counters, his hands roaming over Logan's nude body. It was stiff and rigid, as if Logan was incapable of relaxing.

Knowing him, it probably was.

Logan was surprisingly fit, though, which Remy would be more surprised about if he hadn't already seen Logan shirtless. He had broad shoulders, but looked to just be skinny and lanky when you looked at him normally.

But naked? He was well toned, his arms and legs definitely held muscle, and-

"Remy, can you hurry up?" Logan asks, voice rather irritated. Remy tsks, hands coming to rest on Logan's thighs.

"I was just admiring your body," Remy says, as he spreads Logan's thighs apart. Out of nowhere, he slaps the inside of one of them, and Logan lets out a mix between a squeak and a whine. He then glares at Remy, while Remy just grins.

"Can you flip yourself over for me please, love?" Remy asks, hands massaging Logan's thighs.

Logan does as he says and flips himself onto his hands and knees, before saying "I thought you wouldn't be satisfying yourself in any way," clearly expecting Remy to fuck him.

He gasps, and is rather caught off guard however, as he feels a wet muscle prodding at his entrance.

He instinctually pushes himself back on it, only for the stimulation to disappear almost immediately.

Logan whines, and he hears Remy chuckle behind him, his hands going back to running over Logan's body.

"Remy..." Logan whines out, and Remy's hands pause where they are. He bends over Logan's back, lips hovering right above Logan's ear.

"Yeah babe?" Remy responds, voice quiet and low. Logan whines in response.

He was embarrassed to admit that his cock was fully hard, just from the touches and light stimulation. He didn't partake in sexual acts often, so his body was rather sensitive when it came to this sort of thing.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

Remy grins at Logan's rushed out question, before he places a kiss to the side of Logan's head.

"Nah. Guess not. I'm here to help, although, I'll admit that hearing you beg is a pretty hot thought," he answers, pressing a kiss between Logan's shoulder blades. Logan just rolls his eyes.

He feels Remy's hands running over his body yet again, and found himself getting a bit irritated, as he assumed that Remy wasn't going to give him what he wanted. That was, until, he felt Remy spread his cheeks, and his tongue back at his asshole.

Logan whined, pushing his face into the pillows, as Remy held his ass up with his hands holding tight around his waist.

Remy's tongue is lapping at Logan's asshole, before he slowly prods the entrance. Logan let out a shaky breath at the action, pushing back on the muscle.

Remy begins to thrust his tongue in and out of Logan's ass, the logical side, gasping and moaning at the actions.

In a matter of time, Logan was gasping out that he was close, his own hand coming to work his cock. He moaned as he began jacking himself off, Remy continuing to thrust into his ass as his hands massaged Logan's hips.

Logan came with a whine, before Remy pulled his tongue out and released Logan, said man falling into his own mess on the bed.

He let out a slightly disgusted noise, as he landed in his own come.

"I need to wash my sheets now," he mutters, and he hears Remy laugh.

"Yeah, you do. You could probably also use a shower. Buuuuut," Remy drew out the word as he shrugged off his jacket and pulled off his jeans, before crawling into bed with Logan. "You can always do that tomorrow," he finishes, pulling Logan to his chest, holding him rather tightly in case he planned on escaping.

Knowing Logan, he'd probably just get right back up early tomorrow and continue working, but for now, Logan could use some sleep. And he was finally relaxed enough to get some.

#kinktober 2020 #agp kinktober 2020 #i hate these