#rose's extended kinktober

[anantaru]

DAY 6 — BLOW JOB

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — lyney, kaveh, kaeya, neuvillette

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, oral (male! receiving), deepthroating, spit & cum, petnames used: baby & love, a little praise kink, flustered, love sick men

𖧡 — LYNEY

the heat was emanating the backstage-room from the rawness of your tongue that pillowed the underside of lyney's shaft, his tip almost prodding against your throat and bulging a little lower as your boyfriend tries his thorough best to compose himself, he truly does try, but there is only so much lyney was able to endure and it’s with a flush of roses, that peek of champagne pink on his cheeks, then he lets out a soft, shattered gasp in between, a quiet noise of need as you wrap one hand around his length while sucking on the tip.

he was cornered around your fingertips, smooth skin tickling his thudding cock as he palms his hand around your head, "fuck—" he breathes, rutting into your pace half way with your hand lazily wandering down his balls, cupping them in your palm before massaging him with subdued traces.

"just look at you.." he whispers, indiscernible, "just— ugh, just look on how good you're taking me."

the sight before him was of an obscene variety, and you're slotting yourself perfectly to be on the sight under him, "y-you're so warm." he shivers, relishing in how his cock was messily sliding over your tongue, it's almost embarrassing on how much pre leaked from his slit, and the wetness of your spit didn't help one bit— leaving it to lyney to easily fuck into your mouth, in and out, in and out, desperate for more, but he braces himself, needing it to be you who's doing most of the work.

frankly, his climax will hit him much harder that way, when his precious, alluring angel did everything to make him cum all nicely and satiated. the head of his cock ghosts near your throat when you take another inch, not nearly enough to fit him in completely but the pressure and motivation you required was there, unable to wait for lyney to finally spill his milky whites down your aching throat, it's like he's setting you aflame from inside and out whenever you let him release himself past your plump lips, your eyes roving over his painfully, scrunched up expression when he finally does it.

𖧡 — KAVEH

everything about you was just so intimate and personal, the taste of your tongue kitty licking his tip, or the extended heat of your mouth swallowing him whole was almost enough for kaveh to make him cry— issuing his last, remaining power to halter the crystalline globules to escape and froth down his bristling cheeks.

your tongue, so slick and wet of him cum, explored his cock so that you know he's thoroughly soaked in your spit. you needed this as much as he did, you wanted him to make you feel you in a different kind of way because in your relationship— kaveh was all about giving you his everything, all of him until he sadly tends to forget himself during the process— but your brilliant trace, or your tight lips sealed around his shaft and gulping down messily around his tip to flex your throat around the bulging cockhead was all it took him to enjoy himself.

today is about you, you tend to tell him, destroying every shred of worry inside of the man. 

"so soft," he suddenly breathes, struggling for air , "you—you're so soft." and after a moment gone by, you thought that this just wasn't enough, wrapping your fingers around his shaft before pushing each inch inside, all of them within your mouth now being full and heavy of his cock laying flat on your tongue, digging into the back of your throat.

"aah— what?!" you catch him off guard and he swiftly slants his head down to fix his eyes on you, his hips uncontrollably snapping and fucking your tight throat while you're relaxing your jaw all nicely. you don't even have time to hiccup around his shaft before his hand touches the back of your head, the heavy pressing sucking you in, pulling you back and forth with a mix of your saliva and his salty pre dribbling down the corners of your mouth, over your chin and touching the ground at last.

it's so sinful, kaveh thinks, although the desire of the physical contact makes it hot again.

𖧡 — KAEYA

"are you really sure you can handle all of me, baby?"

kaeya's smirk was always assured to hold you hostage— tugged away in a choke hold, he was so unbelievably sexy that it was difficult to avert your gaze at him, even when he could be a little mean at times.

regardless of such, in this current predicament it was different, because you can easily see how his knees were trembling and threatening to give up on him by how quick you were sucking him off— your pace, a cruel one, the flicks of your tongue setting overstimulating hits on his shaft that kaeya could sense were broadening inside his muscles and spreading.

and just when you were hiccuping around his girth, with your lips beginning to ache at the stretch, he looks down at you as he sees the lingering drunken cloud on your moving facial expression, revealing the underlying emotions of desire burning deep inside your gut.

your mouth has been so good to kaeya, soft and wet as his cockhead kisses its way across your tight throat to pillow inside, just distinctly to nudge on it, slipping his hand around your hair to tilt you back and forth just perfectly.

you knew your safe word and kaeya was always aware when he shouldn't apply too much of his strength on you but your entire body was too focused on this, fusing into the enjoyment it brought you, every muscle taut under the strain of your sloppy mouth soaking him with your spit, tightly strung like the strings of a cello.

"fuck.. angel.." he mutters, the strong pulses his cock set free ring through your tongue as you gaze up at him, glassy eyes right under his mercy, and your mind certainly couldn't find enough words to describe that hot and bothered sight in front of you.

seeing what a mess you were able to set free on kaeya's frame feigning stability when all he wanted to do was pull his cock out of your mouth so he could fuck you right away, the cold ground was quite perfect already, you do not need a bed tonight.

and at the thought, his forehead warms up and wets with his sweat lacing on top as you flex your throat all tight, swallowing the load of his pre before grasping at your saliva.

𖧡 — NEUVILLETTE

"do not move, okay?" you order in a dizzying breath, steadfast glare holding neuvillette's as you're working your thumb gently to stroke his cheekbone— "you're stunning." you say, and those intriguing eyes of his when you drop to your knees whilst being hidden behind the desk of his office.

"you haven't seen yourself then, my love." he implores, "the way i see you." and his voice was wavering slightly, but it's quite stirring when you hum appreciatively, neuvillette gulps down the batched saliva in his mouth before helping you release himself off his pants— barely pushing them down, just so they could bundle up over his strong thighs. he's never done anything of that sort before and the thought of you making love to him in such new way only added fuel to his want.

he shuts his eyes and leans back into his chair when you glide your tongue over the sensitive skin for the very first time, the sloppy sound of it unable to prevent himself into pressing up into the strange sensation. the man gasps and coughs when you take his tip, eyes fluttering down to watch you suckle on his length but closing them right after of sheer embarrassment.

fuck, it feels so good, how you're sucking gently, and he attempts to still his hips to let you take the lead, lightly arching his back into your mouth to make it as comfortable as possible.

one more inch, and more, you're for certain that there wasn't a way for you to possibly fit all of him in your mouth, and his cock was twitching against your tongue as you almost airily giggle out at how easily he was to get into this state— especially the shakes and shudders of his legs, still struggling for air as you scratch over his half-clothed thighs, blunt nails roaming up and down his muscular body, messing him up beyond salvation.

he's done for, because he knows exactly what you're doing to him as he raises his hips into your wet mouth, feeling how his cock was pressing against your skin and imbedding his musky scent on top of you, a long, expanding length of warmth and need challenging the the iudex of fontaine.

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[peachdues]

Kinktober 2023 update

Werewolf!Sanemi x Red Riding Hood!Reader NSFW

In the Netherwood (Part I) will be uploaded tomorrow.

CW: NSFW preview below the cut • Monster fucking • werewolf fucking • Sanemi half-transforms mid-fuck

Get ready, you dogs (though he won’t fuck her until Part II).

Sanemi’s thrusts stuttered as his body suddenly seized. His head was thrown back, the tendons and muscles in his neck rigid with strain, while his chest heaved, struggling to take a breath.

The fingers digging into your hips tightened and you cried out at the sharp prick of nails sinking into your soft flesh. At the sound of your voice, Sanemi’s hands pulled away to reveal fingers now with long, curved nails.

His claws.

A choked, strangled noise that was somewhere between a groan and a howl ripped from Sanemi’s throat as he shuddered violently above you. The tremors sent faint vibrations right to where the two of you were connected, sparking new yet short-lived waves of pleasure rippling through your core. you mewled at the loss of stimulation as the huntsman stilled once more, desperately wanting him to start moving again to ease the burgeoning friction between your legs.

Your hips involuntarily twitched up against his and Sanemi’s head snapped down, his attention now wholly focused on you, writhing below him.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes.

No longer did they reflect the soft lilac that you’d come to find comfort in; that regarded you with a curious gentleness that often contrasted with Sanemi’s gruff and scarred countenance.

Now, the eyes that watched you from above had faded to a startling silver that glowed nearly as bright as the fat moon which hung just outside the mouth of the den.

But his eyes were nothing compared to the fangs that had formed on both his upper and bottom rows of teeth.

Sanemi’s incisors had lengthened, the upper pair extending nearly to his lower lip. The teeth tapered out to sharp points, glistening in the moonlight with a promise of violence to anyone who might find themselves at their mercy.

He had warned you that it would be difficult to keep himself from shifting while he mated you, but you’d assumed that the presence of your cloak would keep him in his human form. It seemed, however, that the magical protection afforded by the Ruby red wool draped around your shoulders, still could not fully temper the beast within.

Especially when that beast was in the thick of his heat and claiming you as his mate.

Still embedded deep within your heat, apparently oblivious to the growing friction that caused you to squirm, Sanemi’s nostrils flared and his eyes dropped to the sides of your thighs. His pupils contracted, a deadly glint igniting within his silver pools, as he beheld the thin rivulets of blood which had gathered and crested beneath the marks left behind by his claws.

A growl, low and dangerous built in his throat at the sight of the crimson, but the arm wrapped around your waist tightened in silent apology.

His free hand rose to cup your jaw and he squeezed, forcing your mouth to fall open. Sanemi leaned over you, his tongue falling out of his mouth where you could see he’d gathered some of his saliva, and he let it drip past your parted lips. You accepted the fluid, warm and slightly sweet, as it pooled in your mouth until all that connected his lips with yours was a single, clear string of saliva that broke as Sanemi spoke once more.

“Swallow,” his voice was gruff and tinged with an animalistic snarl.

You obeyed, and Sanemi huffed in approval, his eyes lowering once more to your legs, waiting.

The skin around the marks left behind by Sanemi’s claws grew warm and then tingled before the sensation quickly faded away. Curious, your hand fluttered to your outer thigh, fingers seeking out the tender, bleeding skin. With a soft gasp, you realized all that remained on your flesh were drying flakes of your blood.

Your eyes flew to Sanemi’s in surprise, and the wolf nodded.

“Healed,” he confirmed, tongue darting out from between his lips to lick alongside your neck. “Healed.”

@monster-october-kny-2023

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[hotsingledragon]

HOTSINGLEDRAGON’S KINKTOBER

A’ONUNG X FEM READER

MDNI

art by @cinetrix 🖤

handjob - oloekytan aonung x tsahik reader

Maybe yall are mated and just enjoying a nice morning in ur home :)

aonung’s sat outside your mauri, overlooking the coast that stretches hazily into the horizon. sunlight filters through the leaves, and there is a light breeze lifting his curls and cooling his back. it’s so serene, and aonung drifts in the comfort of the warm morning.

you move into his peripheral, and instantly his eyes are locked on you, pitched low as he trails your figure.

you’re a dream this morning. your skin glitters with a sheen of sweat, and the intricacy of beads and shells accentuates your body.

aonung’s gaze settles on the thin string of your tewng stretching over your plump hips. his signature smirk only grows as he catches the sway in your step; he knows that saunter, that sway in your step and the slight arch in your back that speaks of desire.

“yawne,” aonung mellows, his voice syrupy and dark. “won’t you sit with me?” he calls, less of a question and edging on a demand. he extends an open palm towards you

and when you are close enough, he’s pulling you into his lap, a large hand gripping at the juncture just under your bum at the back of your thigh. you nearly fall on top of him, catching yourself with his shoulder. the muscle flexes under your weight, and aonung steadies you with a large palm at your waist. you lean into aonung, knees propped on either side of his thigh. aonung is relaxed with you above him, head tilted back and watching you, an easy and handsome smirk gracing his lips.

Your breaths pant against one another, and aonung’s eyes track over your cheeks, the glow of your tahni and finally your lips.The powdery blue of his irises are flooded by dark, dilated pupils. “You’re so beautiful, tsahik.”

aonung’s hand slides up your back, grabs and squeezes the nape of your neck as he drags you in for a heated kiss. immediately his tongue is swiping over your lip and you’re making out, aonung’s fingers indenting the flesh at your hip and pulling you into him. you can feel his half hard cock pushing against the fabric of your tewng, and you settle into his lap, distributing your weight to press against his cock.

he bursts with a moan, one that’s whining and desperate, and you lean back to take in the sight. aonung is debauched after only a bit of grinding, breathing rapidly and cheeks blushing. His lips are plump and slick, and eyes cloudy with lust. aonung looks at you as if you’ve hung the moon.

there’s that sensation clawing deep inside of your belly. This is one of your favorite versions of aonung, his need making you possessive, wanton, and bold.

You lean in for another kiss that slides wetly over aonungs mouth, and let your nail scratch lightly down the center of his abdomen. aonung hisses at the sensation, and your palm flattens as you trail lower, pressing down on his lower abdomen and feeling the muscles tense under your fingers. as your hand glides towards his cock, his hips buck beneath you.

“Shhh, just let me take care of you, okay?” you say in that voice, slow and warm like honey as you loosen the string of his loincloth.

You love the sight of his cock, the gradient from cerulean to dusty rose at his tip, accentuated by two thick veins and his glowing tahni. precome is already beading at his slit, and the sight makes your mouth water.

Aonung’s breath hitches as you take him in hand, spreading pre over his shaft even as you smile innocently at him. he hums at your enthusiasm, his palms find your waist and he sighs as you give him a firm stroke from his root to tip

You pump his length at an even pace, twisting your fist on the upstroke, watching aonung as his eyes flutter and he blows a puff of air from his plump mouth

Aonung begins to grow impatient with the pace you’ve set, whimpering and grappling for your flesh, wanting to use you as leverage to fuck into your fist. but you deny him that pleasure, completely taking your hand away each time he gets a little too excited. Aonung cries out, a desperate whine spilling past his lips.

“Stop your teasing, my love, you’re driving me crazy,” aonung pleads, voice wrecked and his baby blues glossed over.

“Nuh uh, baby, be patient,” you say, twisting your fist torturously around his swollen tip.

“Ah! Shit-“ he curses. You love having him like this, reduced to whines and pleads for your touch. He needs you bad, always trying to kiss your lips and buck into your hand but you deny him every time.

“Baby, please, you’re being mean,” aonung whimpers, his eyes watering with frustration

“Shh, it’s okay, just tell me what you want. You wanna come like this?”

Aonung whimpers helplessly, so caught up in his pleasure that he can only give you a vigorous nod of his head. He even leans up to kiss you, lips puckered cutely. You indulge him with a small peck of your lips against his, and aonung whimpers at the fleeting feeling. You can’t help but smile at your husband’s demeanor

“just a little more, baby, doing so good,” you praise him, leaving a kiss at the corner of his open mouth. you whisper in his ear, taunting him and telling him how good he is, what a good man and leader he is.

“Fuck! Oh fuck I’m gonna come,” He cries out for you. The sound of his voice and feel of his fingers gripping your flesh brings you so much pleasure, so much that you can feel the slick slipping between your folds.

You slow to a stop, placing one hand at the base of his cock. You collect saliva in your mouth and let the string drip onto his slit. Your other hand envelopes the head of his dick, fucking it over with quick, sloppy strokes. You tighten your grip, sending aonung into a hysterical fit of moans.

“Gonna come, baby? S’it feel that good? Show me how good it feels,” you taunt him, working over him with building ferocity. You finally let him thrust into the tight space of your slick palm, watching his hips stutter, his eyes flutter closed.

You take one of your hands from him, grabbing his chin. “Look at me, aonung, look at me when you come,” you tell him, holding him gently as your other hand works over him furiously.

Aonung’s brow is scrunched, his eyes shining and pretty as he gazes into your own. “Fuck,” he says weakly, enamored by your beauty and touch, coming with a punched out moan.

You coo at aonung, encouraging him through his orgasm with a steady hand on his dick, smoothing his hair and wiping the sweat from his brow. You chance a look downward, watching his come leak over your fist. you wear a satisfied grin, your own arousal spurred by aonung’s release. He’s panting to catch his breath, eyes closed and lashes dusting the top of his cheeks.

Your heart skips a little when those eyes are suddenly open and watching you, pale blue and determined.

Then aonung has his hands under your ass, lifting you and walking into your home. He throws you gently into the bed, climbing over you and knocking your knees apart. He holds you open with his palm at the back of your thigh, pushing it to your chest.

“That was good, paskalin,” aonung says, and he’s back to sly self, a lecherous smirk stretches his lips and revealing his sharp canines. his fingers tease at the knot of your loincloth, slowly pulling the length of leather strap to unravel at your hips.

Aonung pushes the cloth away, eyeing the slick between your puffy folds and careful not to touch your just yet.

“But I can do better,” he rumbles lowly, teasing the tip of his cock on your slit, delivering three rough taps against your clit.

notes: woooahhh first time participating in kinktober post and first day! this was so fun to write, i love writing for aonung he’s just so mmmhmhmhmm. Prompt pulled from luna’s KINKTOBER!

tagged: @pandoraslxna

please reblog, like, and comment if you enjoyed and want more aonung!

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[ittostine]

just like magic

kinktober day 2 : stomach bulge

A/N: prompts by @/a_blk_a on twt! also oh my god i've been thinking about this allll day i was so excited to write this i hope you guys enjoy

summary:

modern!wriolyney: lyney’s a criminal, one that purposely gets himself caught just to see that big buff officer again and again, until wriothesley couldn’t understand why; lyney just wants his dick inside his hole and make it disappear like magic.

or

"lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself."

the door opens and a blonde man in handcuffs is brought through the door. the eyes of officers around the police station dart to the criminal, and question marks are sounded out through sighs of confusion. 

“him again?”

“how many times has he been brought in?”

“his third? fourth?”

the policeman who had caught him had eyes of regret, almost as if he didn’t want to take the poor guy in for questioning. not out of pity for him, but for the man who’s name he was about to call out.

“chief wriothesley!” the man called out, still holding to his captive’s arm. “we got somebody here for you.”

almost as if from the shadows of a random hallway, wriothesley appeared from the dark, his dark grey hair and scruffy, stubbly chin in full view now. as his tight uniform fitted onto his huge pecs and muscular body, the blonde captive criminal smiled, as if happy to be caught for a crime.

“you?” wriothesley seemed surprised, but his tone was the same nonchalant and indifferent tone that he used everyday. “ah, why am i even surprised.”

“chief, i caught him pickpocketing on the streets.” the policeman reported, and hesitated before he spoke next. “he almost outran me, but he said he would comply if it meant he got to meet you.”

wriothesley’s eyebrow rose at this. “same as always with this guy. didn’t know i got fans.”

“the name’s lyney, sir wriothesley.” the blonde man finally spoke, the handcuffs jingling as he raised both his hands, but extended a palm in offer for a handshake. 

shaking his hand, wriothesley chuckled in confusion. this guy is acting way too friendly for someone who just got caught for a crime. nevertheless, as per the policeman’s statement, he decided to take lyney in for questioning despite the small crime. 

“you sure do have a rolodex of crimes, huh?” wriothesley said as the door locked shut. “vandalism, shoplifting, public indecency and now pickpocketing. you having fun, kid?”

“i’m actually not a kid,” lyney spoke, raising a hand lightly as if he was a child in a classroom. “i’m about 23 this year. which makes me very legal. i’m very legal and of age.”

“...okay.” 

wriothesley racked his head looking at this guy’s file. why is he so adamant on committing a crime and asking for wriothesley personally? 

“so why.. exactly do you ask for me? you know, these aren’t really big crimes. they usually call me out for murders and the really important stuff. and besides, you don’t do crimes for yourself.. what i’m hearing is you are so obvious doing them it’s like you want to get caught. got a crush on me or somethin’?”

“...yeah,” lyney simply said, his face still poker, as if he was nonchalant about admitting his crush on the big scruffy man infront of him. “i want you, wriothesley.”

wriothesley was taken aback by this confidence, and his front almost wavered. the boy was handsome, and his confidence didn’t help that much in making him seem extremely attractive. god, i’m pent up, wriothesley thought to himself. nevertheless, he still had to do his job. slamming the documents on the table, lyney flinched as wriothesley sat on the table top and leaned in closer to lyney.

“you will call me officer.” wriothesley commanded, hoping to take lyney out of his delusion that he can score a man like this. but as wriothesley did so, he realised he may have made it worse. the boy in front of him was a blushing mess, his face suddenly red and hot and sweaty, almost as if embarrassed. as wriothesley looked down, he realised the bulging and throbbing boner that lyney had in his leather shorts, a tent growing inside. “...what the heck? you like that? being commanded?”

lyney nodded. “y-yes.. sir..”

jesus, he thought to himself. lyney’s whimper only made wriothesley’s own cock start growing hard. …fuck it.

wriothesley sighed, and left the room in a rush. lyney grew confused, wondering where he went. in less than a minute, wriothesley came back and locked the door again. 

“no one’s watching. let’s make this quick, hm?”

—--------------------------------------------------------------

“you’re… bigger than i expected,” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s tip slowly penetrated the former’s ass, the lube overflowing from the amount needed for lyney to fully let the huge cock that was owned by the chief of police inside of him. wriothesley, wearing nothing but the tie that he bit to hold up, hanging from his mouth as he grit his teeth.

“...fuck you’re tight. jesus fucking christ.” wriothesley groaned, he slowly pushed in more, and lyney’s breathy gasp followed by the squeeze on wriothesley’s arm made wriothesley want to pound that ass until lyney couldn’t breathe from way his hole was being roughed up so hard he would have an asthma attack. “and your ass is smaller than my dick expected.”

after pushing it all in quickly to spare lyney, lyney whimpered and let out tiny, breathy moans as his toes curled from the pain and the pleasure of having a dick so big in him that he felt like he’s reaching his intestines. as the slick sound of lube squelched as wriothesley brought it out again, lyney could already feel the effect of fitting that cock into his tiny hole. already feeling empty just from wriothesley’s cock slightly moving away, his moan of pleasure following wriothesley’s thrust back into his ass was louder than it needed to be.

“don’t be so fucking loud.” wriothesley groaned, his gruff, husky voice commanding lyney. “is that clear? or i’ll take it out.”

“y-yes sir.. please..” lyney cried to himself, tears of pleasure leaving his breathless mouth. “please never take it out… i love this cock…”

smiling slightly, wriothesley caressed lyney’s hair to tuck it behind his ear. as he started moving up the speed a little more, lyney got more used to wriothesley’s cock inside of him, the plap of their skin slapping together growing louder, following lyney’s cries of ecstasy. as sweat dripped from wriothesley’s face onto lyney’s body, wriothesley found himself feeling up the glorious body in front of him. 

“fuck! sir, right there, sir- aah..” lyney moaned as wriothesley’s hand found itself reaching a bump on his stomach where his dick is thrusting into. ahh, wriothesley smiled to himself.

“you like that? feeling the way my dick is so big it’s bulging out of you?” wriothesley’s gruff voice reached lyney’s ears, causing the latter’s eyes to roll back into his skull. “you want this big dick, huh? no other cock can satisfy you like mine? that’s why you’re a thieving criminal? you wanted this big, thick cock to rub your insides?”

“nngh, yes! yes, sir! only yours can satisfy me like this!” lyney cried, his nails digging onto wriothseley’s pre-scarred body. “please keep touching it there.. it’s gonna make me cum!”

a deep chuckle rumbled from wriothesley’s throat. “good boy.. i’ll cum inside you if you want.”

desperately, lyney nodded as the pounding had him braindead, any thoughts interrupted by wriothesley’s deep thrusts brought him to a different world. as the sloppy thrusts got faster, wriothesley grabbed onto lyney’s hips and thrusted into him like a toy, the stomach bulge making lyney cry from the way wriothesley’s dick was just that big. as lyney hugged onto wriothesley’s back, they both moaned in sync to each other as the thrusts got rougher, lyney’s ass growing red and marks deepening onto wriothesley’s back from lyney’s hands. 

“lyney… i’m gonna-”

“wriothesley- sir- aah!”

and with the first shot, lyney could feel his intestines start to flood wriothesley’s cum, filling him up enough to feed him for a week. as wriothesley pulled out, he slumped onto a chair panting from the intense, rough sex. as lyney stayed laid over the table, his chest rose up and down, catching his breath. 

after a few moments, wriothesley threw lyney’s clothes at him and told him to put it on. after they both got dressed, wriothesley took lyney out back to the desk.

“this guy’s fine. he doesn’t have anything stolen on him.” wriothesley told the officer at the desk, referring to lyney. “if he gave everything back, we have no reason to keep him here.”

taking a pen and paper, he wrote down a number and a name and gave it to the still-dazed lyney standing in front of him. 

“next time you want to see me, don’t get arrested. just call me, and i’ll be there to personally arrest you myself.” wriothesley passed lyney the paper, slightly smiling. the friendly tone clearly resonated with the latter, as he took the paper enthusiastically. 

“i’ll be sure to call.” 

“you better.”

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[synnamonroll666]

Lovesick Boy: Syzoth X Succubus Headcanons (A Continuation To The Forbidden Touch Of A Rose Kinktober Prompt)

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Warnings: Mention Of Smut

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To say Syzoth was hooked on me after my first encounter was an understatement. The spell I had cast on him seemed to have lingered, as well as the memories of what we had done together.

He made it his mission to hunt me down and get another fill of what he so desperately craved. He spent days searching for me. Even taking time away from the job he worked so hard to earn, just to find me.

When he finally found me hidden away in my cave, he dropped to his knees and gave himself to me. He claimed that he loved me and wanted to make me—a succubus—his mate.

The thought was amusing, and I couldn't help but let out a wicked laugh at his vulnerability while his hopeful eyes watched me with need.

But just when I went to turn him away, I caught a glimpse of the way he looked at me. It was different from how any other man had ever watched me before. Other than lust within his beautiful lime-colored eyes, there was... Love...

Behind the mask of the spell, his heart truly desired me for reasons other than sexual hunger. It gave me such a different feeling. For the first time ever, I could feel my heart beat within my chest for other reasons than desire—reasons I do not know right yet.

All I knew was that I wanted to keep this Zaterran close to me. So I extended a hand to him, accepting his risky offer.

Being a succubus in a relationship would be... Interesting. But for him, I was willing to give it a shot. Because like my body was for men, the way he looked at me was so addicting.

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#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat reptile #mk reptile #reptile #reptile x synny #mortal kombat syzoth #mk syzoth #syzoth #syzoth x synny #SynnamonsSpicyHeadcanons

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Kinktober Day 7 - Bathing

Today’s kinktober prompt: If you're feeling inspired by it, either Anakin or Obi-Wan bathing the other would be 👀

Written for @sugarpsalms 💗

Filthy Boy - 1,048k Rated: E Content: Bathing, Oral Sex, Facials

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‘You’re a mess, Anakin.’

‘It’s not that bad.’

‘You look as if you just rolled around in a Bantha pen.’

‘What are you gonna do about it? Bathe me?’

When Anakin had said his retort he hadn’t actually expected Obi-Wan to follow through with the challenge; but here he was, sat in the tub of a small hotel room on some backwater planet in the mid-rim, soap in his hair and back rubbed raw by Obi-Wan’s intense scrubbing. It should have been embarrassing (and truly, it was a little), but the way Obi-Wan massaged his scalp, the smells of the soaps - roses and cardamom - and the touch of Obi-Wan’s strong, calloused hands all over his body broke little room for real protest.

It all just felt so good.

Worth falling into a pit of mud during their latest fight on the planet’s surface against the Separatists. Especially when they won, and Anakin’s prize was a one night stay in a quaint hotel with his Master who was trying to clean his cock.

“Hey!”

Obi-Wan paused, his hand half-way out of the water, not a drip of come - not even precome - on his hand as he removed himself.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked idly.

“You’re not gonna get me off?” Anakin said, shocked and more than a little offended. Part of the reason he’d only put up with the humiliation was the implied direction the bath would inevitably take.

Obi-Wan sighed, his expression turning into something that made Anakin feel as if he’d just failed another test because he’d been too impatient. Shifting in the soapy waters, Anakin jutted his chin out. Just a little. Just enough where he knew Obi-Wan would falter and reconsider.

“Dirty boys don’t get to have fun,” Obi-Wan said calmly.

Anakin’s cock twitched obscenely between his legs at the comment, and he jutted his bottom lip out this time. Just hearing Obi-Wan call him a ‘dirty boy’ with his posh inflection threatened to make him come.

“Well you forget one thing,” he said, voice low in the small space, “I’m all clean now…”

Anakin could see the outline of Obi-Wan’s length in his leggings, cock already half-hard, a little bit of dampness on the brown material. Anakin knew Obi-Wan was just on the edge; could feel it in their bond the entire time he’d been washing Anakin off, touch stern but still tender. Leaning back in the tub, Anakin spread his legs as far as the basin would allow and rested his arms along the edges, trying to appear as warm and pliable as he could.

It worked.

One moment Obi-Wan was sitting on the floor and the next he was kicking his boots and leggings off in one swift motion, Anakin’s laughter bouncing off the walls as he clambered into the tub. Anakin only had a second to delight in the sight of Obi-Wan’s thick cock bouncing between his legs, before Obi-Wan grabbed the back of his head and shoved Anakin toward it. Opening his mouth and extending his tongue, Anakin groaned as Obi-Wan slapped his cock against his tongue a few times, teasing and tempting, before he shoved his length deep inside Anakin’s mouth.

Tears sprouted up in the corners of Anakin’s eyes at the sudden intrusion, but he relaxed his throat and jaw and sucked on the length, one hand grabbing at Obi-Wan’s hips while the other curled around his balls, tugging on them gently before rolling them in the palm of his hand. Obi-Wan sucked in a breath and held, body tensing as Anakin began to bob, movements quick and determined as precome spilled across his palate and down his throat.

Slick, obscene sounds ricocheted around the tiled bathroom, Anakin’s spit sliding along his lips and Obi-Wan’s length combining with the click of Anakin’s throat as he shoved Obi-Wan down as far as he could take him. Dropping his hand from Obi-Wan’s hip, Anakin started fisting his cock, movements harsh and demanding as his eyes fluttered open and he looked up at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan was still half-dressed and flushed, cheeks a bright pink and skin coated in sweat, auburn locks clinging to his brow and temples as he pet Anakin’s cheeks and the back of his skull, blunted fingertips scratching pleasantly against his curls.

“Such a good boy,” Obi-Wan mumbled, his expression tensing before relaxing as Anakin came off his cock for a moment to catch his breath.

“Y-yeah?” Anakin asked, sounding desperate even to his ears but not caring. Squeezing the base of his cock, he dropped his other hand from Obi-Wan’s balls to tug at his own, pulling them away from his body in order to stave off his impending orgasm.

“So good,” Obi-Wan repeated, thumb playing with Anakin’s puffy bottom lip, spreading precome and spit across them and his jaw.

Obi-Wan started stroking his length, movements quick over his cock as he jerked himself off using Anakin’s spit as a lube. Opening Anakin’s mouth with a steady hand, he pressed his thumb into his tongue, fingers curling beneath his chin to keep him wide open. Anakin groaned, hands trembling as he started touching himself again, movements hurried as he chased his release.

Anakin’s orgasm ripped through him just as Obi-Wan came, ribbons of come shooting across his tongue and jaw and cheeks, thick and hot as Anakin was coated in Obi-Wan’s release. Closing his eyes, Anakin bucked up into his own hand as he came in the water, adding to the soaps and filth already in the murky tub. Obi-Wan held him in place a moment longer, keeping his neck stretched back as he admired Anakin, eyes softening just a moment as he pushed his come into Anakin’s skin.

“Master…” Anakin whimpered as he opened his eyes to stare up at Obi-Wan, body humming all over.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin blinked back his exhaustion to look up at Obi-Wan. “What?”

“You’re filthy again,” Obi-Wan said, hand dropping suddenly from Anakin’s cheek. Stepping out of the bath, he gave Anakin a once-over before speaking again. “You should clean yourself up.”

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #lemon does kinktober

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Choose Me, Not Him

Finrod x reader

Kinktober 2022: Jealous Sex/Bathtub Sex

Warnings: fembod, Celegorm being all flirty, males of the house of Finwe being their typical possessive selves, bathtub sex, soft dom! Finrod, calling Finrod King, aftercare

Word Count: 6.2k

Synopsis: The King of Nargothrond never thought that he would confess to you in such an unruly (pleasurable) manner.

Glancing above the rim of his wine glass as he rose it to his lips for a deep swig, Finrod glared at the ongoing interactions between you and his infamous kinslaying cousin, Celegorm. Of all the people you could associate yourself with on such a fine and excitement-filled night, the Feanorian. You could have chosen to spend it with him, which is what you were supposed to be doing given that he extended the invitation personally to you at your bedroom door. Instead, you’ve ignored his presence and sat alongside his silver-haired cousin who constantly gazed at you with the unmistakable lust swimming in his orbs as the conversation grew and the proximity between you both shrunk. Tightening his grip on his glass as he continued to look on, he observed how Celegorm would lean into your personal space every time he spoke, and your response was a broken smile as your brain short-circuited at the handiwork (so he assumed).

Breathing heavily, Finrod could feel his blood pressure rising with each passing minute despite being the least favourable jealous cousin. Not one for experiencing jealousy due to his friendly, cheery nature, anyone monitoring the King would notice the sullen look crossing his face as his direction of focus was solely on you both.

Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, his temper slowly rose at a snail’s pace as Celegorm leaned in to whisper into your ear, brushing a few strands of hair away from your neck in the process. The little shiver that racked through your body which signalled to Finrod that you enjoyed his touch, made him grind his perfect pearly whites. The little signs of his blue-green coloured orbs were retracting with each passing second and being replaced by midnight blue. The depths of the ocean could be seen should one gazed into his eyes and surely they would drown. Continuing to look on, he saw you throwing your head back, laughing at some sexual joke Celegorm spouted to you while licking his lips at the clear view of your throat. No longer able to take the torture playing out before him, Finrod rose from his seat almost gracefully and departed from the table wordlessly.

With every step that he took, his hands fisted his robes itching to tear at them, but he was aware of the time and effort his seamstresses placed into creating his garment. That would be unpleasant for them. Instead, his hands curled into fists at the sides of his robes, and he stood tall and rigid, muscles tense and swollen from the anger and praying that he didn’t perform any impulsive acts after the spectacular show. Finrod wanted nothing more than to march back inside and rip you out of Celegorm’s hold and into his own. For too long he’s been attempting to make advances and it would seem that tonight, his cousin would be successful before he ever got the chance to admit his feelings. Why weren’t you chatting with him and laughing at his jokes? Why weren’t you looking at him with that hazy look you gave Celegorm, or shivered at any contact he gave?

He didn’t want to give you up so quickly. What happened to the brave and daring Finrod who feared nothing, not even his own cousins? Would he allow tonight to be the last and final act which would determine the outcome between you both?

As if on instinct, the mahogany doors flung open to reveal you with rose-coloured cheeks and starry eyes searching the room and looking for your favourite elf. Standing near the staircase with his back turned, your footsteps quickened once you recognized the familiar outline but were cut short by the tug of a hand in the opposite direction. The grip held on your dainty wrist was rough and calloused and spoke in great volumes – possessiveness. You weren’t able to put up much of a fight against the pull, but you shrieked once the grip tightened and dragged you closer. Stumbling over your feet and crashing into the firm, muscular chest, the other arm trailed upwards to hold you firmly against them and press you into their embrace.

Looking up, you came face to face with Celegorm who bore a pouty look plastering his handsome features. The light from the chandelier cast five o’clock shadows and made him appear all the more dangerous but alluring. However, as much as you were drawn in by his rugged features and presence from earlier interactions, you still yearned for the company of your King. You wanted the soft presence, angelic presence of Finrod. The warm and bubbly smiles, intoxicating laughter and golden sunshine.

“Let Y/N go Tyelko.” And so your knight in shining armour came to rescue you. You turned your neck stiffly to view the source of the voice behind you and watched as he stood upright with a frown marring his face.

“Why should I, they were in the presence of my company all night and they should continue to do so. We were just about to leave to have some fun.” The gleam of lust was dancing like flames in his pupils. Bright flames that required no spark or fuel, they could light themselves whenever they pleased, like now. The grip around your waist tightened uncomfortably as if to prove his point and rub the meaning in the King’s face, but Finrod stood righteous without backing down. Taking great stride across the room, he before Celegorm, shorter than the other male and less bulky but in no way fearful of him. He was standing on his grounds, in his own Kingdom.

“I think you should let Y/N decide that for themselves, furthermore, you are in the presence of the King. You ought to watch how you speak to me, Tyelko.” And so, a great silence fell over them both. Two alpha males, one whom you knew excluded the aura and the other unsure off, stood baring their teeth to one another. It was only a matter of time before one was declared victor, but who. You knew Celegorm was of that calibre to upstage anyone who didn’t agree or disturbed him, but this was Finrod’s Kingdom, and he was King. Would the king allow his cousin to easily upstage him through embarrassment?

“Y-Your Majesty –”

“– Finrod. It’s Finrod and…are you – do you wish to spend the night with Celegorm?” and so, his pensive stare flashed to you but changes into a softened gaze you held. You could see the sadness swimming in his beautiful eyes with anger in the mix. It was a strange sight to behold considering Finrod was never someone who openly expressed his displeasure. Whenever you were in his presence, it was always a silver lining in grey clouds.

Holding his gaze for some time, you missed the taunting smile that Celegorm flashed at Finrod at the lack of your silence. Believing that he had won the decision, he wasted no time in making the attempt to walk away with you in his arms only for you to protest.

“No, wait! I-I want to stay the night with him, I came looking for him because he left…” your voice fell but the silence was loud enough to irritate Celegorm and plaster Finrod’s face with a smile. Wiggling out of Celegorm’s reluctant grasp, Finrod had stepped forward to pry you out of his hold and take you into his warm and soft arms.

You couldn’t help but melt as soon as he had his arms around your body and learn that the King was not as timid and weak as he appeared. The layer of muscles that rested under his robes, moved like silk as he flexed his muscles around your waist, firmly keeping you close to him and away from his dangerous cousin. It felt relieving to have you in his arms, long has he wished to hold you close and cherish you the way he would like to if you would give him the chance to propose. But tonight, he held you for different reasons that caused his blood to boil.

“Dear cousin, you should understand that Y/N wishes to spend their time with me and respect their request. Now, if you will excuse us, we have elsewhere to be.” Giving Celegorm a gentle smile that said more behind his eyes, Finrod turned with you in his arms and placed you before him, giving you a small nug to take lead. You didn’t wish to be out of his arms, but he was the King and there were behaviours that would be frowned upon should anyone notice you draping about him. Choosing to remain close, you walked almost glued to his skin, side by side and followed his movements as he moved towards the staircase.

“Tsk, bastard,” Celegorm’s whisper was way beyond the hearing capacity of Finrod, but his voice raised for the next words to ring out clearly to rile the swan-like King, “Y/N, I’ll see you later. Ensure that she reaches her room in one piece your Majesty.”

The sneer behind his tone was conniving enough for Finrod to hold his footings at the base of the staircase and swirl around to stare daggers at his cousin. Pulling away from you and briskly strolling over to the silver-haired feral male, for once, Finrod appeared as though he towered above his cousin as he spoke lowly and down at him. Dropping his voice an octave, you couldn’t make out anything that was being spoken between the two, but all you know what that Celegorm’s smirk dropped, and his face morphed into seriousness.

“Let me make something clear cousin, you are living under my roof, my Kingdom – you ought to be very careful with your word choices. As easily as I welcomed you, I can dismiss you if you prove to be a problem. What I do with Y/N is our business, she chose me.”

For the first time in Celegorm’s life, he felt some level of fear exuding from the threat his soft and chirpy cousin was dishing out. Staring him in his eyes to test the waters and attempt to dissuade Finrod, Celegorm was met with emptiness, there wasn’t anything he could use to defend himself. Not waiting for any response, Finrod spun on his heels aggressively, hair whirling dramatically and robes flaring up and returned to you. Holding his hand out, an action he would never perform boldly, you took it and allowed him to drag you up the staircase, leaving an angered Celegorm.

Trailing behind the King, you marvelled at the hand you were holding and how much larger it was than yours. There were little callouses to them but other than that, they were smooth and soft – a feeling you would love to become acquainted with more often. Bending the corners hastily and pulling you along, you weren’t aware of where he was taking you until you heard the twisting of a knob and the scent of vanilla waffling through your nose – your room. Finrod walked himself into your room as though it were his and he’d traversed it many times before gingerly tugging you along to follow him. As soon as the door was shut, Finrod spun around to brace you against the cold wood, cornering you like an injured animal. There was so much confusion swirling in the midnight blue of his pupils, you opened your mouth to question him before he could.

“Are you alright? Your eyes, they’re different.” You sounded so shy yet concerned for his well-being as you inched your face closer to his as you spoke.

“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just…earlier I-I didn’t like how close – do you like my cousin? I didn’t…interrupt something between you two?” the sadness that left his voice and the sorrow and heartbreak that reflected in his eyes made you wish that the floor could open up and swallow. You weren’t aware of your interaction with Celegorm earlier would cause Finrod to become dull. He had lost the light that shone in his eyes and hair and was seeking reassurance. You knew the King liked you, but you never realized how far your actions would have pushed him to feel.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you; it was never my intention. I – that’s why I came looking for you, I wanted to spend time with you, but you were gone, and he just came out from nowhere –” lifting his hand up to cut you off, you watched as the corners of his lips lifted to show a fragment of a smile. He was somewhat pleased with your response, but it didn’t stop the fact that Celegorm still didn’t understand his place.

“ – I just want to ask one thing, if that’s alright with you,” taking a step back, he straightened his posture and dropped his hands to his side, “Do you – do you like me?”

Nodding your head while beaming at him brightly despite his face appearing sullen, you stepped close to him, quick to reach out to take him softer hands in yours. “I do, I do like you a lot Finrod. I don’t like your cousin if that’s what you think.”

Staring at the hand you were holding and listening to your reply, the words took some time to reach his brain since his focus was on the hand you were holding. He watched as you picked it up and gave it a light squeeze before bringing it to your lips for a peck. It was then, your words resounded in his head, ‘I like you a lot’ and a smile of realization grew upon his face. His lips stretched until they formed a blinding smile and you saw his eyes and hair and aura shining through. Taking the same hand that you held, he encased his fingers around yours and used it as leverage to pull you into his arms for a hug, squeezing his happiness into you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you so much. I love you as well, though, I thought I was too late after…tonight.”

“I’m truly sorry about that, it’s just that his jokes were really funny that I couldn’t help but laugh.” You spoke sheepishly while fidgeting with the fabric of your dress, but to Finrod, the memory of Celegorm didn’t sit well with him. It caused a flame to burn in his chest – jealousy – and it was the least expected emotion he believed he would suffer. Allowing his mood to be soured by Celegorm’s actions, he heaved and unwind his arms from around your figure.

“Will you inform him that you are taken?”

“I will, he’s passing by later as he announced, so I’ll let him know.”

Passing by later. Passing by later not to speak with you, but an attempt to have you himself. If only you knew how dangerously charming the Feanorian was, you would never open your door to him. You would never invite him inside to speak, you would avoid him because when his mind was set, he accomplished all he desired.

Finrod's thoughts were loud enough for you to see them written across his face and before you could act, his mouth moved on its own as a thought evaded the gentle King’s mind.

“I have a better idea how to announce to him that you are taken.”

If you had known the predicament you were going to get yourself into after the King sent a playful smile in your direction when he dropped his idea, you still would have agreed. You didn’t know how the innocent and sweet-tongued King was able to convince you, but somehow he did and complaining was the least of your worries from the way he had you. There was no better place you would consider yourself to be than in the arms of the King in your grandiose bathtub, flushed and naked against his chest while one arm was holding your face to lock lips with him, and the other was busy fondling your cunt. His delicate and nimble fingers opened you up like you were a fragile flower, taking his time to toy with your fold and running a finger through it until it stopped at your clit to give your bud light touches. His fingers ghosted over your clit, teasingly brushing against it and provoking whines to escape your throat which his lips devoured greedily.

He couldn’t help but kiss your inviting lips, in fact, he couldn’t help himself from kissing you at all. Your dainty lips were calling out to him for the years that he loved you and he had found himself attached to the softer petals upon your face that he spent a good ten minutes kissing you until they were swollen and flushed with fever. Despite the redden, swollen image they portrayed, it most certainly did not stop Finrod from capturing them into another delicate kiss that made butterflies form in your stomach. His kisses as you’ve learned were always mild even if he was eagerly undressing and excitedly roaming his hands across your body. Waiting for the right moment as if he had already mapped out your body, Finrod chose the rightest moment to press his finger against your clit earning a series of gasps from you to then slip his tongue into your mouth.

You found it hard to focus with the skilful finger on your clit, rubbing your nub with accuracy, and the proficient tongue dancing with yours. He easily danced with yours, nothing overly forceful or possessive as you would have assumed since jealousy was the force driving his motives. His kiss was feathery and graceful, and you could not help but sigh into his mouth every time his tongue would touch yours. As for his fingers, with precision they rubbed your clit, taking it between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it around making your body arch. You buckled off him and had it not been for his arm secured around your waist you would have slipped out of his grasp.

“Does it feel good nin lóth?” he inquired as he looked upon your ethereal form shaking and gasping in his arms from the pleasure he so freely gave.

Unable to form any coherent words, all you were able to do was nod with a whine slipping past your lips when his finger left your clit and encircled your entrance. He was testing the waters and teasing you at the same time and was still able to keep himself calm despite the rigid erection pressing into your lower back. He was patiently building the intensity of your pleasure before staking his claim on you before his menacing cousin did. The famous jealousy among the males of the House of Finwe. Finrod had all the time in the world with you as it was just you and him and should Celegorm decide to pay you a visit now, at least his silver-haired cousin would understand the message. You were taken and off-limits.

Breaking the kiss, Finrod gave you the opportunity to catch your breath but was naughty at the same time to slip his finger into your cunt, snatching the air right away. Freezing upon entry, an alleviating sigh was sung by you when his finger travelled deeper and crooked to find your soft spot. A series of his name fell from your lips, and it made his cock twitch in delight at how pleasant it sounded. His name had never sounded so charming falling from the lips of another except yours; you made it sound like a prayer. He was spellbound and it drove him to add another finger alongside the other, crooking them both to find your soft spot.

He started off with slow thrusts, listening to the slosh of the water against your cunt, squelching as his fingers dived back into your heat with a flick of his wrist and then gradually increased his motion, scraping along your walls. Your insides were hot and soft, clamping down on his fingers and refusing to allow him to leave. Your lips gripped with all their might to keep him buried deep, wanting his fingers to continue its abuse and Finrod was most happy to oblige knowing that you loved his touch. It was a miracle that you found yourself loving the musically skilful prince whose elegant fingers were gifted with the harp and plucking their strings apart because that’s exactly what he was doing. Knuckles deep, two fingers twisted and crooked their way to aim for your soft spot living for every squeal and cry that was produced. Only he could make those melodious melodies spring forth from your lips.

Gazing at how your face contorted in ecstasy, his eyes soften and smiled when he noticed the lagging in your responses. You took too long to act on the pleasure as your brain was becoming mush and rewiring itself – you were in too much pleasure to focus on a response, all your body was able to do was cry out his name and take pleasure. Finrod did not seem to mind, for it was his actions that were making you lose your mind.

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, for me. I know he wishes he could have you like this...” His voice was like the sweet spring breeze, carrying millions of sweet, scented flowers across a field and into your senses calming you.

You had never known the King to be competitive since he always portrayed himself above pettiness, unlike his two infamous cousins. Never one to indulge in drama or problems but rather the problem solver, thus, this was a first. Finrod continued to watch you in awe as your head fell onto his shoulder, tossing and turning about as your pleasure increased. From two fingers, your King now had three buried deep within your cunt, stretching you out and enjoying the obscene squelching. His mind was filled with hot flashes of having you on your back while he wrapped you in his arms while gave you eternal pleasure. Speeding up the pace of his fingers and flicking his thumb to rub your clit, Finrod’s cock twitched and smeared his cum across your back your body moved in sync with his thrusts.

His grinding against his fingers, Finrod was receiving pleasure from your body rubbing against his cock and could not prevent his own moans from escaping his mouth. His moans were equally angelic as his voice, and it stirred your insides with greater desire and anticipation of the oncoming sequence of events. Resting his mouth near your ear and releasing a string of heavenly groans, Finrod gleamed delightfully at the clenching of your walls around his fingers and noting that his voice had an effect on you while he continued his vigorous ace. Your back bowed off his chest and your nails dug into his biceps, which wasn’t painful to him at all when your cunt began to spasm around his nimble digits. Finrod was finding it difficult to pull his fingers out and gave a deep chuckle when the tightness increased. Keeping his thumbs on your clit and rolling it around, it wasn’t long before he felt your body going stiff under him before collapsing into his embrace.

“F-Finrod!” You shrieked his name before your body collapsed into his chest.

Your legs were ready to give out and collapse onto the floor had it not been for his quick guidance of walking you over to the benches and sitting you on his lap. It was then Finrod who decided to remove his fingers and rest them on your waist, rubbing small circles into your skin. His touch was tranquillizing and easily brought you back down to earth.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

Taking a moment to regain your senses and focus on your surroundings, you were sitting on one of his benches as the water sloshed around your waist in his grandiose bathtub. His arms were clinging to your waist for dear life as you were pressed against his chest. Lifting your head to gaze at him, he was already observing you with quiet eyes and a tiny smile at the corners of his lips as if he already knew your response. Always with the mind reading.

“I’m sorry, it’s not always my intention to make you uncomfortable meleth. Forgive me.” he consoled. Just like you said, he already knew how you were feeling, responding was just re-iterating.

“You already know how I feel my King.” You responded with a hazed smile.

“Then you would not mind if we continued?” he asked with the most dazzling smile he could muster as though he was attempting to seduce you despite not needing to. Finrod could have asked anything of you, and you would have given it.

Wordlessly, you pried yourself out of his hold by lifting his vice grip arms off you and resitting yourself onto his lap, but this time facing him. With your legs resting on either side of his waist and your arms around his neck, Finrod’s own arms lifted to press you closer to his body, guiding you to sit above his excited cock. His tip was pressing into your entrance and providing unintentional teasing like its owner. The little gleam in Finrod’s eyes told you that it was on purpose and right on cue to make matters escalate, he shifted his hips upwards allowing for his tip to just slip into your entrance and nestle. Scrambling in his lap and clutching his famed golden curls, you tugged his hair in retaliation as his hips grind his cock into your heat.

The both of you were competing against each other in a moaning match from the strings of musical notes that left both your throats, though you would say Finrod won from the throaty groan he released. It was your hand that snuggled its way into his hair and dug into his scalp that make him a moaning mess. His chest heaved as his moans easily slipped past his lips with a grind of his hips against your heat which prompted you to tug. The hands on your waist were working their magic to guide your hips against his cock to increase the pleasure. Finrod was enjoying this more than he believed he would and never thought that finding himself in this situation would be this beneficial.

Oh, how his silver-haired cousin would love to be in this situation.

At the flash of memory, Finrod’s grip around your waist tightened drastically and tugged your body against his chest, latching his mouth to your neck for proof. If his cousin was audaciously brave to visit later, then he should get the message when you greeted him. Your neck was going to be littered with iridescent flowers as if you were a priceless painting. The way his tongue ran across your skin left butterflies in your cunt and made you run juices onto his cock like crazy. Finrod felt the trickle of your flow onto his cock and grinned into the hickey he was placed at the base of your throat – a very risky place to leave one when everyone knew you were with the King.

Nibbling on your skin like candy and it was to Finrod, he was beginning to get impatient and slipped on hand between you both to rest on his cock to guide it into your heat. Freezing your hip motions, there was silence between you both – his lips stilling on your neck and your panting ceased – as his hands pushed the rest of his cock into your cunt. The loud intake of breath as he sunk further and further until he could go no further ripped its way across the room from you both. You felt overly heavenly, there was no better feeling than being welcomed by your snuggly heat the longer his cock nestled without moving. Hiss after hiss flew through his teeth as he ground them when your walls began to contract around him, attempting to adjust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, you’re killing me here meleth.” His voice was forced through his teeth as they remained clenched.

The grip on your waist was strained as he made the first move to rock your hips back and forth along his length. There was slick pop that resounded from your cunt as his length glided through your walls. Your juices had perfectly coated his length; however, it was washed away by the bathwater and Finrod strained his eyes as his head hung between you both to observe. He had long forgotten about marking your skin and wanted to watch the union between you both in action. It was a beautiful sight that he wished his eyes would be granted but the water was blocking his line of sight.

The hands in Finrod’s hair tightened with each roll of your hip along his cock and your panting grew high-pitched and whiney. You had reached a stage where you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded; all you knew was that you were being on the receiving end of excellent pleasure that you wouldn’t pass up.

“My King.” You praised him as he guided your hips faster on his cock.

It was the way his title rolled off your tongue exquisitely that made his hips stutter. He didn’t expect his title to slip past your lips, he expected his name to be called like honey falling from your delicate tongue. His cock twitched as his title tumbled from your lips again and again and again like summer rain from the heavens and it was driving him mad. Finrod planted his feet firmly into the ground and stilled your hips to pump his vigorously into your heat. The water sloshed aggressively around you both, splashing across your naked bodies as Finrod held onto you for dare life pumping his hips into yours and enjoying your whiney cries for more.

“Please, please, please, my King, don’t stop. More please.” You cried in a whiney voice.

“As you wish my love, whatever you desire.” He replies breathlessly.

His head had finally decided to lift from where you two were connected to meet your closed eyes and tossed back his head. Your mouth was wide open releasing desperate moans, loving the way his cock kissed your cunt and how your clit rubbed against his lower abdomen. Gazing at you through hazy eyes, Finrod could not help but think about how he was lucky to have met and had you in his life. You were a gift from the Valar and one that he had to cherish for eternity. He hated the idea of having to fight for your love and attention, especially from his kinslaying cousin. Your eyes should never have landed on him, he didn’t deserve your affectionate stares.

Travelling his right hand from your hip to entangle it into your hair, he tugged your head down to meet his impatient lips. He was quick to swallow your lips in a passionate kiss, moaning into your mouth deliciously, wanting you to know how well you were also pleasuring him. The kiss was filled with breathless sighs and struggles to catch your breaths. Teeth and tongue collided with every upthrust from his hips and bumped your noses together and it made you chuckle. Knocking noses and foreheads together was humorous to you as it proved how hungrily you desired each other without a care in the world. Breaking apart for air, it was Finrod who pulled back to lock eyes with you and bore a soft smile on his face.

“W-Will you be m-mine, forever?” there was sincerity in his voice and eyes as he proposed the question.

Without a second to waste, you didn’t hesitate to nod your head as tears were forming in your eyes, “Y-Yes, thousand t-times yes.”

This was the moment he waited for, to hear you accept him. Finrod didn’t need to be told what was required next because his fingers were eagerly rubbing away at your sensitive nub causing you to convulse in his arms. Your body was shaking, and your eyes crossed at the vigorous speed he rubbed your clit. Nails scraping his scalp and tugging his hair aggressively Finrod returned to favour by placing more pressure on your clit as he gave little tugs. Perfectly times thrusts to match the onslaughter on your clit and the dangerous whisperings in your ear about how much he loved you, Finrod could feel your walls spasming around his length, tightening their grip around him and refusing to let him easily slide out.

It increased his own pleasure and made his hips stutter. His groans turned into grunts with every new thrust he threw, pushing you over your high and allowing it to easily tumble over your body, coursing through your veins and burning every fibre of your being. Finrod followed you soon after with the pulsing of your heat around him which pushed him into overdrive and stilled his hips. A deep grunt reverberated through the room as he held you tightly to his chest with each pump of his cum into you. It was a euphoric bliss that washed over you both while embracing each other, sweaty and cum-filled, but overcome with love. The grip he had on you felt right, it felt safe, just where you belonged.

“I’m tempted to stay like this, but we must clean up meleth-nin.” Finrod’s voice was the first to break the long silence between you two.

“I am also tempted to stay like this, it feels too good, too right.” You responded.

Leaning into your face, he nuzzled your nose against his before giving it a playful nibble. He couldn’t help but wish to stay with you like this, but he was aware that soon, Celegorm would be passing to check, thus, you needed to be in the best condition for his observation. Pushing a lock of hair out your face, Finrod spoke with a twinkle in his eye, “I have another idea that would satisfy us both.”

Aftercare with Finrod was quick but thorough, he didn’t hesitate to wipe up his release and give your thighs massages as he washed your tired body off. Tenderly touching all the sore areas and giving little rubs to the area until his hands travelled south and cupped your heat once again. Your King was on a roll tonight and did not stop with one round believing that there was not enough proof to reveal until his cousin that you were taken. From cupping your heat and staring into your eyes with want, Finrod had your legs wrapped around his waist once again but this time, pressed against the stone walls driving his cock deliciously into your heat once again. His lips were everywhere at once wanting to sample your honeydew skin like he did earlier.

By the time you and the King were finished, you had both collapsed on his bed with the sheets around your waist and his arms wrapped around your smaller body. Your skin was littered with the perfect amount of hickeys for his cousin to capture the perfect view since he loved to wander his eyes inappropriately. Looking down at your fast asleep state, he felt pride welding in his chest knowing that you were officially his and he yours. Continuing to observe your tired state, a soft knock on your door broke him out of his revere and alerted him of the intruder, his cousin, finally coming to check up on you. Throwing himself out of his bed and grabbing a robe, he marched over to the door with a triumphant grin on his face as he opened the door slightly to reveal Celegorm.

“Ah cousin, how may I help you?” he beamed overly joyous.

Celegorm had said nothing as he observed his cousin's features and recognized a difference in them. He appeared far too giddy and glowing brighter for a matter of fact. Celegorm knew from the start what was up with the King, and he was late to the game, he’d lost, but still wanting to check for you in the room his head attempted to gain visual around the King’s large golden mop of curls.

“Y/N is resting, quite tired if I might say so myself and unavailable…from now on.” his voice had deepened at the end of his little warning to make himself clear, however, it made Celegorm chuckle.

“Well played cousin, I didn’t know you had it in you. Congratulations.” And with that, Celegorm departed with a sour look on his face.

Staring at his retreating figure, Finrod waited until he was out of sight before shutting the door and returning to your side. Quick to snuggle you, he planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and gleamed as you leaned into his warmth. Finrod was pleased with his efforts and it had sent him to sleep with the most pleasant smile on his face.

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[wildbornsiren]

Hi Hello.

It's been a minute hasn't it? I originally wanted to take a short break, and that's just spiraled into an extended hiatus. Thank you to everyone who has checked in, welcome to the new people who have stumbled upon my corner of the internets, and a massive thank you and hug to everyone who has reblogged anything I've written. I've been in a massive funk, and under some immense stress. Couple updates: I got a big girl job!! Which is a huge weight off of my shoulders, and I'm really excited and terrified and nervous all at once. I'm no longer formally doing kinktober. I had started in August pre-writing, but things just kept piling on, and I didn't have any time to write--that also carried over into September. I'll still write the prompts, but I'm not doing it in any order at all. I'm not putting pressure on myself. I had to cancel going to Rose City Comicon because of said job, and I'm still feeling like an ass about it. Had a couple of health issues, but they're on the mend. Nothing serious. I'm traveling cross-country for the first time (I'm a West Coast girlie) to attend the wedding of a friend I've had for 20 years. And in the process, getting to meet said friend, and two others in person for the first time since we started role playing together waaaay back in the days of livejournal. I'm excited, and so fucking nervous. TL/DR: I've been gone, I'm trying to around more. I miss you all, I love you all and HI. xo Shells.

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[ghoulette-knell]

Ghost B.C Kinktober 2023:

October 1st 🎃 🔞

Prompt: Overstimulation

TW: Toys; oral (m receiving); teasing, masterbation (f receiving).

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo)

Fem!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 1,622

It was a full moon out, which meant one thing. Everyone in the ministry was going to be going haywire tonight.

The Satanic ministry was known for its legendary orgies and sex parties under the full moon, but you weren’t into that kind of thing. You wanted a 1-on-1 type of relationship.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! It’ll be fun! We always have room for more!”

The earth ghoul, Ivy, walked alongside you as you headed towards Terzo’s office. You could already see the tent being pitched in his pants as Dewdrop and Zephyr joined his side; all of them displaying hungry looks at you.

You patted Ivy’s cheek over his mask and shrugged.

“Sorry, guys. I have something else I need to do first. Maybe later tonight I’ll come by.”

The three men chuckled and walked away; their ghoul tails flicking excitedly as they left. You knew it would’ve been rather enjoyable to go off with them and get fucked into the night, but you needed something else. You needed a night to remember.

That’s where Terzo came in.

You walked swiftly down the halls and towards his office. You knew the anti-pope would be working long hours despite the antagonizing full moon. He was very dedicated to his work… but you had a feeling you could convince him to take a break.

As you approached the door, you already felt yourself getting wet. That was the affects of the moon, you supposed. You extended your hand and gingerly knocked,

“Papa? It’s (Y/N). May I come in?”

There was silence for a moment, then you heard footsteps approaching the door. The heavy wooden door swung open, and you were met with the multi-coloured eyes of Papa Emeritus III.

“Good evening, (Y/N).” The man commented as his eyes scanned you; his nose smelling something delicious in the air. His face immediately dropped, then rose into a devious smirk. “Is it really a full moon tonight? Is that why you’re here? I can smell it on you.”

You immediately blushed while smiling slightly. “Is it that obvious?” Terzo snickered and moved to the side to allow you to enter his office. “I am pleased you decided to come to me tonight. I haven’t been able to relieve myself with anyone for as many full moons as I can recall. You ghouls love to pleasure yourselves and always forget about your Papa.”

“It’s a good thing I came then.”

You sat down on his couch and stared expectantly at the man. He quickly shut the door behind you, and walked over towards the couch. He loomed with authority; hunger in his eyes.

“Take your mask off, ghoulette. Let me see who I’m about to fuck.”

A blush radiated over your cheeks as you did what Papa had told you to do. You slowly pulled off your resin mask; your face and horns being revealed to the anti-pope.

"Goddamn, (Y/N)." He whispered while sitting on the couch beside you and cupping your face into his hands, "Why did you neglect to tell me how gorgeous you are? I am so lucky that I get to fuck you tonight."

"That's just the moon talking," you giggled while beginning to strip your shirt off.

Papa's eyes were watching you closely as you did this. You could see his dick beginning to spring up as he saw your cleavage. "You weren't kidding when you said it has been a while since you had a good fuck. Look at that boner! I haven't even done anything to you yet."

Papa growled lowly at that. His eyes had glazed over and he exhibited animalistic qualities. His hands wrapped aggressively around your hips as he hoisted you horizontally on the couch. You giggled the whole time, loving that Terzo was showing such authority over you.

"I don't like you pointing that out, ghoulette. I do have to admit... my dry spell has made me a bit eager," Terzo growled, "Stay there. I will be right back." You giggled and continued to remove your shirt as Terzo slipped further into his office. Your nipples hardened the second your ghoulette shirt and jacket were removed thanks to the low temperatures in Terzo's office, as well as the anticipation for the fuck. Terzo was gone for a while. You almost wondered if he was taking his time on purpose because you were teasing him about his boner. You nibbled your lips eagerly as you glanced towards the door. "Terzo! Are you coming back?" you yelled as your hand involuntarily crept down to your pants. You were already so wet from the full moon, and Terzo's absence wasn't helping. Without hesitation, you slipped your hand past your pants and began teasing your clit with your pointer and ring finger. Moans slipped past your mouth as you imagined it was Terzo teasing your clit with his gloved hands instead of yourself. You nibbled your lip as your fingers began playing with your sopping hole. Then, you heard a chuckle. "Jeez, I was only gone for a minute, (Y/N)," the man said in amusement while pulling something out from behind his back, "You're so horny that you can't even wait for me to get back." "It's not my fault you've been gone for ages!" Terzo smirked while wiggling a vibrator in front of his face. "Trust me, little ghoul, I was gone for your benefit."

You quickly removed your hands from your pants as you saw the vibrator,

“Shit, Papa. You have to be kidding me.”

There was an amused smile on both Papa’s and your face. He laid the vibrator down on the couch as he began to undo the clasp on his belt. His cock quickly fell out of his boxers, and your mouth began watering at the sight of it.

You quickly rose off the couch and attempted to get on your knees to take the man’s cock in your mouth, but he shoved you back onto the couch before you had the chance.

“Lay down.”

That was all you needed. You laid back down without argument. Terzo abandoned the rest of his clothing fairly quickly. He then turned the vibrator on, causing your hips to involuntarily buck in his direction. Full moons really made everyone so damn horny.

He carefully sat the vibrator at your entrance; the toy sending shockwave after shockwave into your swollen clit. Your legs began wobbling as Terzo maneuvered the vibrator into the right spot so it wouldn’t stop pleasuring you, even if you twitched and moved from pleasure.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a good fuck,” the man repeated for what seemed like the 100th time.

He walked to where your head was on the couch; pumping his dick into his hands a few times before tapping your lips with it.

“I’m going to make sure we are both taken care of.”

You obediently lulled your mouth open and took Terzo’s length into it. Your eyes rolled back in pure pleasure as the vibrator continued to treat you to wave after wave of stimulation.

Terzo slowly reached down and grabbed your breasts as he began to regulate his thrusts. His gloved hands squeezed lightly, which caused soft moans to leave your mouth and vibrate off his dick. The anti-pope groaned in appreciation for this, and in turn, began to massage your nipples as your reward,

“Shit, (Y/N). Your mouth feels so good.”

He began to growl animalistically as his thrusts sped up. Your throat was beginning to get accustomed to his large size. As Terzo’s cock slipped in and out of your mouth, your throat squelched with every movement. Your arms wrapped around his for leverage against his thrusts as he continued to fondle your tits; moans continuing to echo up his length.

The vibrator only added to your fun. With every thrust, Terzo was pushing your swollen clit against the vibrator. You involuntarily swivelled your hips towards the buzzing machine; your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Suddenly, you felt that familiar burning sensation in your abdomen that was a sure sign of an orgasm. Your hips continued to buck into the vibrator. Terzo couldn't stop his amused laughter as he saw you beginning to get desperate. "Aw, you're already about to cum?" he pouted as if he was upset that you were already nearing your peak. Your jaw ached as his balls continued to slap up against your upper lip and nose. Your hand trailed down to your pussy; thrusting your fingers inside as the pleasure began to spiral. It was all too much. Without warning, your orgasm hit. You squealed and moaned all over Terzo's cock. His hands squeezed your tits roughly as his own orgasm hit; his hot stream of semen coating your throat as it descended into your gut. "Such a good girl, hmm?" Terzo moaned while carefully removing his length from your mouth. You immediately coughed and sputtered; a trail of saliva and cum keeping your lips and Terzo's dick momentarily attached. Terzo quickly reached down towards your core. His gloved fingers slowly traced a few small circles around your pussy. You moaned and melted into his body, "F-Fuck." The anti-pope smirked cockily as he brought his hand up to his lips; licking all your juices off hungrily, "I've got to say, ghoulette, we can't wait until the next full moon to do that again. I have tons of plans for you, my sweet." "Don't... gotta ask me twice," you replied in between laboured breaths; your legs still occasionally twitching from all of the stimulation you had received that night.

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[feverinfeveroutfic]

The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: dirty window

prompt: size kink (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/q/jay (love is not enough)

word count: 3253

masterlist | ao3 🍎

He was of considerable size in comparison to those two girls on either side of him, as the crown of his head rose high over their own heads. Though he was so thin and slender in build, his hands alone dwarfed their bare asses when they showed them off to him. The tall guitarist with the long lush jet black hair and he found himself down a rabbit hole with the two of them, much to his pleasure as well as his surprise.

That plume of gray atop his head had always been a torpedo for him, ever since it sprouted from the roots of his black hair as a young boy. He never looked on at his own reflection and saw a beautiful boy, but rather an old man who had been born that way. He would look down at his slim body and rest a hand on his deep chest and his svelte slim tummy, and he would only sigh through his nose. 

How he wished for a good body.

And yet, there he was, on the Big Island of Hawai’i with Q and Jay, and he had nothing better to do than to pay better attention to them: nothing better to do than to take the attention away from his body. He walked with his hands in the pockets of his board shorts and his shirt left open so he could feel the warm tropical breeze on his bare chest and bare belly, and he let his long black hair cascade all around his shoulders like the mane of a young lion fresh out of the den. The plume of gray was about half the length of a chef’s knife, and even as he shuddered and stared up at it from behind his sunglasses, he decided to relish his time with Q and Jay and their little matching red and white bikinis under their silken covers down to their ankles.

There was something about his being with the two of them, even as they strolled down the singular narrow street of MacKenzie Park together, the tall wiry radio tower with his long black hair and the fact that the sun made his skin and the hair on his chest shimmer as if made of silver and fine alabaster. 

The soft earthy sand crunched underneath their feet as they walked on to the mouth of the pathway down to the beach below, where they were met with the cawing of the seagulls and the quiet rustling of the palm trees lined along the path on either side of them: way off to the left were the lava beds in all their blackness and foreboding glory. Despite it being a state park, they were alone on the trail, with nothing more than the oceanic winds and the waves to serve as their own tour guide for the day. But he was eager to feel it for himself, the sun on his face and his chest, and the rush of the sea spray as it rushed up to them on the back of the next breaker.

“One of you has to be the Madame Pelé to my Kilauea,” he cracked to them, and both girls burst out laughing at that.

“Of course, baby,” Jay told him with a gentle stroke of his chest with nothing more than her fingertips. He nudged a low palm frond out of his face, and the two of them bowed their heads together away from it, and on the other side, they were met with a vast stretch of black volcanic rocks as well as clusters of spindly spry trees which extended far beyond the palms. The waves crashed down on the rocky coastline, but he could see a stretch of black sands down below the ridge closest to them.

“Back up, back up…” He nudged them back a bit as a massive breaker crashed down onto the rocks, and a wall of foamy white sea spray sailed high up over their heads.

“You think there’s a trail to that strip of beach over there?” Q proclaimed over the roar of the incoming tide.

“Yeah, let’s try and get over there,” he said in a loud enough voice: he thought of closing his shirt to protect against any more of the spray from the breakers but he knew that once they stepped away from there and back into the forest, he was going to be too hot otherwise. He instead shivered and brushed the salt water off the hair on his chest; Q reached up and stroked his chest with her fingertips, and he cracked her a smile at that.

The trail wound through the slender trees, even when some of them hung low to the ground below them, but with every glimpse out to the ocean and every bow from the lowest branch on every other tree, they strode on to the cluster of black jagged rocks at the top of the coastline: the trail split in two there at the rocks, the right fork wound away from the beach and into the rest of the forest, while the left fork descended to the black sands down below.

“Shall we?” he suggested with a run of his fingers through his hair again.

“Let’s,” Q said with a swipe of her lips on the side of his face. The three of them eased their way down the dark sands to the beach down below; Jay reached it first, followed by him and then Q. The former stripped open her cover to reveal her full breasts and hips to the ocean; she peered back at him and Q, and he parted his lips at the sight of her. Q kissed him on the side of the face again, and then she stepped ahead of him. She peeled off her cover as well, and she let it drift back away from her like the sail from one of the catamarans out on the waves beyond them. Jay did the same thing, and she turned to the side so he could have a view of her body against the clear blue sky over them.

“Shall we have some fun on the beach?” Jay suggested over the roar of the waves before them.

“I don’t see why not,” he declared with a shrug of his shoulders, and he lightly tapped their shoulders in unison, and he ran across the sand towards the next cliff of black jagged rocks. Being taller, he had longer more spindly legs, perfect for running, even if it was on a rather tough environment like the warm volcanic sands of MacKenzie Beach. He ran and his long hair sailed behind him like the ribbons of a flag. He ran and the sea spray washed over the dark hair sprouted upon the center of his chest and down his belly. He ran and he could feel the rush between his legs.

He only ran for about a hundred feet when he stopped at the next breaker crashing down before him: the spray showered over him, right as he spotted the small tiki bar up on the black cliff up ahead of him, and he thought about a virgin Blue Hawai’i for himself and he turned to find Jay and Q right behind him with big beaming smiles on their faces.

“Oh, fuck!” He let out a big hearty laugh, and he ran his hands over the wet crown of his head. Water dripped down his forearms and onto his trunks.

“Do you need a towel, baby?” Jay asked him once they came within earshot.

“Nah, I could use a drink, though.” He gestured back to the cliff. “Virgin Blue Hawai’i, if they’ve got it.” And Jay strode up to him and lightly kissed him on the neck. She padded forth to the next path up to the cliff behind them.

Meanwhile, he and Q turned to the ocean behind them right as the waves subsided with the changing tide. He gave his hair a shake and a few tendrils stuck to his forehead and the side of his neck.

“Absolute merman,” Q remarked.

“Merman…” He pressed his hands to his hips, and the right side of his shirt flicked back with the wind: she eyed his hip and the right side of his svelte belly.

“I feel like such an alien to be honest,” he confessed. “In fact, when I joined my band, I felt like a total alien.”

“Why is that?” Q asked him.

“They’re all suburban guys born of the Flower Children and I’m the Jewish boy with the older parents, for one thing,” he explained. “The other thing is my influences are a little more varied. I grew up listening to Kiss and Van Halen as well as Queen and Aerosmith, but also music like Sinatra, Duke Ellington, and classical. Plus, I just always felt like the odd man out. I mean, I have two girlfriends one on each of my arms, for cripes’ sake.”

It was right then he noticed that she was looking down at his exposed hip and the way the sun hit his hipbone and the side of his belly. He showed her a sly smile.

“You like what you see here?” he asked her with a clearing of his throat.

“I do, yeah,” she replied with a licking of her lips. The butterflies welled up in his stomach, and he kept his hands pressed to his hips. He thought back to the times that he had had a crush on a girl before, and he never felt good enough to ask her out because of his gray streak, his round eyebrows, and his bulbous nose. Q crept up to him with the wind through the stray tendrils of her hair and across her shoulders. She rested a hand on his chest, right on the small patch of dark sprigs of hair right in the middle, and she ran her hand down to his belly.

“Have you ever had sex on the beach?” she asked him.

“Me? Can’t say I have.”

“It’s shame because… you look really sexy right now, baby.”

“Where are we gonna do it?” he asked her, and she gestured over to a smooth black stone off to his left.

“On a rock?” He raised his eyebrows at her.

“There’s that or getting sand in places we don’t want it,” she pointed out.

“True.” He looked over to the stone again, smooth and flat from the sea and the wind, and slightly obscured by an alcove of jagged overhanging rocks so no one in the tiki bar or up on the trail could see them. All he hoped for was that nothing would happen to them between that moment and the moment they made their way back up to the trail. He licked his lips and gave his hips a slight sashay as if to entice her, and he strode on over to the stone. Q followed him there, and they were met with a wall of sound there under the alcove.

“Feels good to hear each other,” he declared as he took a seat on the edge of the stone. He spread his legs apart for Q’s view, and she was quick to lunge for the space between his trunks.

“Whoa, what’re you doing?” he demanded.

“What we do best, baby,” she told him as she took a knee before him. He leaned back on his hands so she could see his long lanky beautiful body, so tall and wiry compared to her.

“Let me see you,” she commanded.

“On a public beach, Q? Really?” He shook his head about as if to tease her, and she giggled at him.

“Come on, let me see you! Jay’s gonna be back soon so we should surprise her.”

He gave his hair another shake with his head tilted back: he knew she could see the inside of his throat and the point of his Adam’s apple. Careful not to do anything to the seat of his trunks, he peeled them back for her. His dick was long, smooth, and pale: even slightly chubby, his skin resembled to the stone underneath him in all its perfect silky smoothness. He wasn’t too big or too small, but he could see Q’s nipples erecting inside of her bikini top at the sight of him as if he had a huge fat cock. He reclined back on his hands once again and he spread his legs for her, just so she could have a full view of him.

“So big,” she remarked, and she ran her fingers down the smooth face of it.

“I’m not that big,” he scoffed.

“I think you are,” Q assured him with a wag of her finger. “Very big, and really beautiful, too.”

“I don’t have a huge sausage, though,” he pointed out, and then he shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just… not sexy, and people don’t go ape shit about me, either.”

Q gaped at him, and Jay strode up behind her with a silver plate of three cocktails, including that rich blue Curaçao indicative of a Blue Hawai’i. She raised her eye at the sight of him as she came on closer to them.

“What’re we doing?” Jay asked them as she came within earshot.

“You know what he just told me?” Q began.

“What’s that?”

“He said people don’t think he’s sexy,” Q proclaimed, and Jay gaped at that.

“You’re hotter than the lava beds in July, baby doll,” she told him as she set the plate down next to him. “Virgin Blue, just like you asked.”

“Thank you, my dear blue Jay,” he told her, and nothing could deny the feeling in the pit if his stomach. “I just… never really had the courage to ask a girl out. It wasn’t until recently when I finally did.”

“With that old girl you were with?” Jay asked him with a chuckle and a sip of her piña colada, and he saw that her cup was a straight coconut, right off the palm tree.

“She kind of came up to me, though,” he recalled. “And then, I came across you girls and I realized that there was a whole world of sensual pleasures my teenage self could only dream of. I still have that feeling, though, even after what we’ve done together.”

“We’re both here with you right now,” Q insisted with a stroke of his smooth skin. “You’re obviously very sexy. Here, baby—let me and Jay help you. I mean, look at you: you’re nice and big, just right for both of our pussies.”

“I’m not that big, though,” he repeated again.

“Nah, I say you’re of good size,” she insisted to him. “If you aren’t of good size, would I be able to do this?” She wrapped her fingers around the length of his dick and gently stroked him to get him going. He leaned further back from the feeling: medium length dick or not, they were going to make him grow.

“I have seen your dick through your jeans,” Jay noted with another sip. “How they seem to hug your hips and make your crotch seem bigger than it is. I remember the first time I saw it—it was when you were up on stage.”

“I’m usually in a good mood on stage,” he pointed out with a smile, and then he let out a low whistle and lay down on his back as Q fondled him with two hands. He lifted his hands off the sand underneath him and flexed his toes from the feeling: he may have been bigger than the two of them but he was about to be made into jelly at the loving touch of their hands on his body. He then lifted his head for a look down at his dick as it rose up from his body: he needn’t a big one to feel big.

“You’re really big and hot, baby,” Q assured him, and she climbed onto the stone next to him and she sat down on top of him as if to ride Amazon with him. But instead, she straddled his waist: she parked her bikini-clad ass right in front of his dick to where it lightly brushed against the smooth silken fabric. “Bad boy, you should get a punishment of sorts.”

“And what would that be?” he grunted out as his head rested down upon the stone. She never replied as she leaned forward and kissed his chest. Jay stood right behind her and put her lips around his burgeoning erection. He could feel the crispness of the coconut, the pineapple, and the rum on his skin from the work of her tongue.

He looked on at Q as she stripped off her bikini top: he knew there was a nude beach somewhere in Hawai’i but he needn’t be there to see her breasts out in the open. He was certain it was his own mind tricking him but Q’s breasts seemed a lot bigger than usual, to where he parted his lips at the sight of her as well as Jay’s lips on his dick. He craned his neck to see that Jay too had taken her top off. All three of them, so big and ready for another round there on the beach.

“Now you’re pretty big,” he sputtered, slightly disoriented. “You and Jay both. You girls have such nice big… fucking tits.” He swallowed and locked his gaze onto Q’s bare breasts in all of their creaminess; Jay lingered off to his side on her knees with one hand on his swelling dick and one hand on her piña colada: her dark nipples were already tight and pointed, ready for his fingers and his lips. But he was being dominated. He may have towered over the two of them but they were taking him down a bit. Q picked up his hand and brought it to her left breast: his fingers crept across the areola and the surface, but he couldn’t hold her all the way.

“It won’t fit—” he choked out. “Even with my big hands.”

“I’ll make it fit,” she whispered to him, and she nudged her nipple underneath his fingers some more so he could have a handful of her flesh, every inch of her in his hand. He fondled her with the pulsation of his fingers, and then he raised his hand to do the same to her right breast. Q gyrated her hips atop his waist, and he realized that she was getting off to the hair on his belly: she breathed harder from that rough feeling on her lips, through the fabric of her bikini bottom. Jay continued to fondle him, and that time with both hands. 

A full threesome there on the beach, out of sight, and he finally let a little bit bleed from the tip onto Jay’s fingers; Jay herself was triumphant, such that she traded places with Q, who came just as quick. Jay never let go of her drink as she treated him to the same thing, right on the line of hair in his belly.

She let out a low whistle and leaned down to his face for a kiss on his nose.

“Fucking hell,” was all he could muster.

“Your drink’s waiting for you, you good boy, you,” she whispered to him right as another wave rolled up to the beach behind them.

#‘eat it. eat it. dip in some water and then eat it whole.’ #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 15 #day 15 #kink tag #kink tumblr #smut #smut warning #love is not enough #love is not enough fanfic #fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #alex skolnick #testament band #testament fanfic #testament #oc tag #also on ao3 #text

[ohtomatotome]

His Own Private Camgirl

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Marius Von Hagen x MC Rosa (Tears of Themis) - Established Relationship

Word Count: 4,004

Rating: E 

Tags: Masturbation; Toys; Voyeurism/Exhibitionism

Trigger Warnings: None

Part of Kinktober and #VisionsofTemptation2022 (prompts from @xxsycamore )

Kinktober Prompt used: Phone Sex (Day 3)

Author’s Note: This story decided it wanted to be based in “reality” rather than fantasy. We all know the ways erotica can defy physics, the male refractory rate, and the body’s flexibility. This little story isn’t like that. Sorry. It delivers a dose of reality, and the not-so-charitable emotions Marius might have when he’s uncomfortable with Rosa taking the lead in a romantic encounter.

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Rosa closed the curtains on the full moon over an unfamiliar cityscape and stretched her arms above her head. The long term out-of-town assignment for Themis Law Firm meant an extended hotel stay for her and Artem. She picked up her phone, wistfully longing to hear her boyfriend’s voice before going to sleep. As if she summoned him, his caller ID blinked on the screen: King.

Marius was calling to say goodnight. Pretty soon the couple’s exchange turned sappy. 

Rosa sighed, “I miss you so much. I wish you were here right now so I could get a hug from you.” 

“If I were there beside you, I’d do a lot more than just hug you. First I’d start with a kiss on the forehead, then on the nose, then the cheek, then … can you guess where next?” 

She shifted on the bed, hugging herself as if it were his arms. “The lips?” 

His cocky laugh made her eyes crinkle.“Heh heh! That’s exactly where I WANT you to think I’d go next, but instead I would lean towards your ears and kiss you there light enough to make you squirm and then bite your earlobe to make you squeal!” 

A muffled “Mhph!” came from her end of the line. Her reaction was enough to make him smirk. 

Marius went on, “I could continue describing ALLLLLLL the things I’d do to you, but how about you tell me a few things you’d do to me?”

Rosa hesitated, “.....um, I would, um….” and then faltered into silence.

He wasn’t going to let that slide. “Aw, have you gotten shy all of sudden, jie jie? C’mon. Just one thing.”

“N-no.” Her stubborn pout could practically be felt through the phone.

Marius got ready to put on his best puppy-dog face and voice, but she continued, “If I get started, I might not stop. My room is next to Mr. Wing’s, and well … you know I get kind of high-pitched when I touch myself, and how could I NOT get hands-on if I started describing all the ways I miss you right now?”

It was Marius’s turn to be silent, dumb-founded at her frank honesty. Did she even realize how sexy she could be without even trying? He actually was getting a little hard at her few breathy, needy sentences just now. 

Well, her admission was a nice surprise! Part of him wanted to push her a little more to see how far she would be willing to go, but the other half of him did NOT want Artem hearing a single one of her delicious sighs or gasps traveling through the hotel wall. 

He took pity on her reluctance. “Yes, I do know. I love being the only man who knows what you sound like. So how about we take a rain check?”

He could hear a relieved sigh come through as he offered an alternative, “The next time I’m out on a business trip, we’ll try this again.”

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Two months later:

It was the crack of dawn and Marius was awake, checking the time zone difference between him and Stellis. Rosa would be home from work now, probably looking in the cupboard for dinner ingredients.

Marius texted: [ Good Morning from up east! Are you home yet? ]

Rose texted back: [ Yep! Good evening from downtown Stellis. How was your first day of meetings? ]

Marius dialed her number. “I figured I’d rather tell you about it than type it out.”

A soft smile bloomed on Rosa’s face. “It’s just as well, because I was hoping to hear the sound of your voice tonight.”

Marius grinned and launched into a recap of yesterday’s business doings. 

After a minute Rosa exclaimed, “Oh pigeon feathers, Mr Wing is calling me. I need to take this. I’ll call you right back.”

Damn that Artem! Marius jabbed at the red END button on the screen to hang up.

He was just about to sprinkle the seeds of desire to remind her of their mutual rain check, when that goody-two-shoes had to stick his pointy nose into their night!

Tossing the phone onto his bed, Marius decided to brush his teeth and take his vitamins while waiting for her to ring back. He was a little shocked that he had finished those tasks and even made himself a cup of morning coffee without hearing her ringtone yet. 

He looked at the screen notifications and saw he had a text waiting from her: [ Sorry about that. Is there still time for you to chat before your busy day starts? If so, give me a call. ]

She was so sweet and considerate, and here he had reacted with nothing but childish poutiness.

He dialed her back and was surprised to see that she answered with the video call feature. 

Her cheerful face filled the screen as she said, “I figured this would be better for what I had planned for the call.”

What she had planned? She had something planned? 

He nodded and grinned, “Yeah, it’s much better to see your cute face when I say something that makes you roll your eyes at me. And don’t worry about time. I still have at least another 2 hours before my first meeting.”

“Oh good. Are you sitting down? Or … maybe you want to lie down?”

Marius’s face went slack with concern. “---What?” Oh my god, what sort of awful news does she have to share? “What happened? Are you okay?” Panic was wreathing his words.

An amused giggle was his answer as he saw the scenery on the screen wobble and skim past. He recognized her ceiling, then her desk surface, heard a frustrated “tch” as the screen was covered by her hand. Marius didn’t know whether to be alarmed that she hadn’t answered his questions or give in to his wild guesses of what she was attempting to do right now. Was she trying to set up a little peep show for him? He had always wanted to suggest that some day. He couldn’t help but tease her as he heard more sounds of plastic sliding.

“Did you buy a cheap hands-free phone stand? You should have asked me, babe. You know, Pax makes really nice–”

“MARIUS VON HAGEN! Just – just shush. Okay?”

“Okay…” He smiled as her hand started to move away and his hopes soared, then frowned when it was replaced by something like a piece of cardboard and his view when dark again.

Rosa cleared her throat, “Do you remember two months ago when I was away on a trip for a Themis case, and you called me late at night? And we…began to flirt?”

He did his best not to laugh at her description of that conversation. After all, she might still be able to see him on another tablet display somewhere. Instead he schooled his face into a sexy smirk and nodded. “I would describe that exchange a little differently. But, yes, of course I recall. We decided to take a rain check.”

“Mh-hm. I’m cashing that check tonight. That’s why I wanted you to be sitting or somewhere you can prop your phone up without needing to use your hands. Because, um, you know…”

Marius suddenly understood he was getting his wish! He fumbled while picking up the phone as he answered, “Right! Give me a second.”

A glance around the suite told him he could rig up the perfect display area on the coffee table in front of the sofa. His hands worked as his mind raced with giddiness at what was happening. He had only imagined they would have verbal phone sex. But oh man, that Rosa! She elevated it to another level! Selfishly the phrase “my own private camgirl” floated to the surface of his mind. As he sat down, the fluffy hotel bathrobe pooled on either side of him; he untied the belt and opened the front all the way to his boxers. Nodding at the phone with visible excitement on his features, he asked, “Can you see me?”

“Yes.” There was obvious restrained laughter in that single syllable.

“You still have your screen covered. I can’t see you.”

“That’s correct. Oh, sweetie, don’t pout like that. You’ll get premature wrinkles.” A sprinkling of mischievous giggles followed.

What was she playing at? He was determined not to be indignant, but this was starting to feel a little unfair…he wasn’t used to being on the losing side. It was always him that planned the fun stuff, and it was always him that surprised her. She had turned the tables on him today. What an uncomfortable feeling to be along for the ride instead of being in the driver's seat. He had a difficult time hiding his vexation.

Rosa hummed a small happy noise, then asked, “Do you want to see what I’m wearing?”

Little crystal bells chimed in Marius’s head that would have otherwise sounded like alarms blaring ‘it’s a trap!’ if he hadn’t been thinking with the wrong head. He nodded, “Of course I do.”

“Good. I picked this out with you in mind.”

The camera was uncovered and he could see Rosa kneeling on her bed, legs wide apart. The black mesh and deep purple satin looked sinful against her creamy light skin. She was wearing a matching set of teddy, panties, garters, and thigh-high hose. That was as much as he could see in the 6 seconds before she waved at him gleefully and the screen went black again.

“Wha-?”

“Did you liiiiiiiike it?” The teasing lilt drove him a little mad.

His words worked their way through clenched teeth, “Yes. Very much. Now would you stop playing around? Uncover your camera and let me look at my hot girlfriend.”

He could hear her clapping. Oh! “I’m so glad to hear that! It really makes me feel sexy, you know? Don’t worry, you’ll see more of it later, and less it, too.” Giggles spilled over before she continued, “But first I want you to imagine there are no cameras, okay?”

Marius narrowed his eyes with suspicion. “What do you mean? And why?”

“Well, it was really a turn-on hearing you through the phone on that earlier trip, describing how you would touch me. It was like having you whisper in my ear. So … I have the ear buds in right now, to emulate that. Part of me wanted to do just the audio only tonight because of that special feeling. But … I also wanted to give you a visual treat.”

He drew in a deep breath, “If that’s the case, then why do you cover–”

“--Ahem,” Rosa interrupted, “I wasn’t finished!” 

She paused to make sure he wasn’t going to try steamrolling the conversation. He stayed quiet, but there was a defined pout on his lips.

“Here’s why. I know your, um … stamina isn’t the greatest. And it takes me a while to warm up. So … if you saw me, you might finish before I’m even ready.  With you just getting the audio, and with me getting both audio and video, I have a chance to build up that extra arousal while you stay simmering….um, does that make sense?”

It did, and Marius hated to admit it. But he couldn’t help but love that she was trying to work out a compromise that would make them both happy. Except … he wasn’t happy about seeing a black screen when he knew a top-tier babe clad in lingerie was just on the other side. 

“Yeah. Yeah it does. That’s really thoughtful, Rosa. I just wish I could’ve had more than a glimpse of you.”

There was evident amusement in her voice, “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get the full view later in the call IF you can make me cum by whispering in my ear. Makes a nice reward, right?” There it was again, that naughty voice teasing him where he was weakest.

Marius dropped his head back against the couch cushion and grunted a frustrated sigh, “You must have learned a thing or two while sitting in on my business meetings, because you’re really driving a hard bargain, you know that?”

More giggles. “Yep! So, do we have a deal, Mr Von Hagen?”

“Jie Jie … just another little tiny peek again to get me started? Please?”

“Nope, not until the condition is met. I’m ready any time you want to start with the phone sex, hun.”

Marius combed his fingers through his hair, as if the motion could push aside his annoyance and make room in his head for the right mood and thoughts. 

“First … I would pull you onto my lap so you’re facing away from me, with your legs straddling either side of me, just like you are kneeling now. I’d glide my hands up your side and down to your legs and all the way up again, appreciating your figure, before I reach around to the front and pull you flush against my chest.”

He slid a hand into his boxers to play with himself as he continued, “My mouth would be right over your shoulder so I could nibble on your ear and neck while my hands roamed underneath the fabric. I’d spend a good long time squeezing and kneading your perfect breasts. Oh god, they fit so well into my hands. Then I’d pinch your nipples until you squirmed on my lap.”

He heard a small gasp followed by a sigh coming from Rosa’s end. 

With his confidence building, he went on in a more sultry tone, “One hand would pull your chin to the side so I could suck on your neck in that spot that makes your knees turn to jelly. The other hand would side down to your panties, rubbing you on the outside of the fabric. Are your panties already wet?”

“Soaked.” The word was practically a moan. “K-keep going.” her voice sounded small and pinched, as if she was breathless.

Marius grinned, suddenly enjoying his part in this performance. He couldn’t help it, his hand gripped his shaft and started pumping up and down slowly. He licked his lips and went on, “I pull your panties to the side. With my left hand I spread your lips apart, and my right index finger slides inside you to cover it with your sweetness. Then I glide it upwards over your clit.” 

He paused to hear what her reaction might be. Silence.

“Babe, rub your clit right now and let me hear you. Pretend that’s my finger making you shudder.”

From the phone he heard the rustle of her shifting on the mattress and then a high-pitched squeal he knew very well. It hadn’t taken long for his shaft to become rigid. He had stopped rubbing the head in hopes of slowing his arousal, and was now just playing with his testicles for distraction.

“Good girl. Keep touching yourself and doing the things I say.”

“Mm-hmm…”

“I press on your clit a little harder.”

Raspy breathing, then, “Ah. Fuhhhck. Ahhhnnnghh.” More fabric rustling and puffy little moans come over the line.

He loved hearing her voice like this. Marius's fist moved faster on his dick, his other hand pulling the base downward to keep the skin taut. He closed his eyes as he slipped into the rhythm. Her sounds were urging him onward. A low groan starts to tumble from his lips.

“Marius. Marius! Pace yourself. If you orgasm right now, I’m ending this call and you’ll never see this outfit again.” She sounded angry. Actually angry!

His eyes snapped open, but the screen was still dark. Nevertheless, he could picture her stern eyes and downwards-turned mouth. And that stubborn chin. Dammit, he knew she meant business.

“Alright. Alright. You just sounded so sexy, I got carried away. I won’t jerk myself that fast. Let’s keep going.”

“No. First you sit on your hands. Don’t touch yourself again until I say so.”

His jaw dropped. What? What in the hell? Was she bossing him around?

“Jie jie….. Jie jie, please?” 

He was putting on his best pleading voice and using the saddest puppy dog eyes, they worked every time.

“No.” The single syllable came with finality and authority. No hesitation whatsoever. He could tell she wasn’t going to budge.

He raised his hands in surrender and slid them under his thighs. But inside his mind he was fuming.

“See? No hands, no touching.”

He looked mournfully down at his erect penis, hot, bright red, a bead of precum glistening at the tip, straining for relief, aching with the need to sheath inside Rosa’s tight wet–

“Marius?”

His forlorn face turned up the phone but the screen was still dark.  The frustration at being led around by the nose like this was chipping away at his confidence. Had she ever been this controlling in the bedroom? He couldn't recall her acting like this before. It didn’t feel … natural. But he was still going along with it. Why? He mentally shook his head to clear the feeling and get back to the action. 

“Right, sorry.” 

Where had he left off? Oh yeah, about to move on to fingering her.

Inhaling deeply, he attempted to return to that sexy mood he had built earlier, “With one finger still rubbing your clit, my other hand slides to your pussy. I know you’re ready for at least two fingers. I sink them inside you and get them coated with your juices. Then I start pumping them in and out slowly.”

He had expected to hear a moan or something, but all that was coming from her side was heavy breathing. He paused.

“Rosa? Are you doing what I’m saying? Are your fingers inside you yet?”

“Oh. Um, no, it’s easier to use a toy for what you’re describing, so I was just getting that ready. Sorry. Hang on.”

He felt like he had completely lost control of this situation. Or maybe he never had it to begin with. A toy? What was wrong with her own fingers? Mounting annoyance was visible on his face, and he hoped she could see it. But no audible reaction confirmed that she had noticed at all as she gave a breathless “Okay!” And then in a lower purring voice, she prompted him, “Fuck me with your fingers, hun. Just the way I like it.”

And just like that, at her command his mind was back in the zone.

“I start out slow, watching your face melt into bliss. In. And out. In. And out.”

He could hear a wet squelching sound from her side as he kept the tempo steady. He nodded approvingly, finally grinning again.

“That’s right, nice and slow, until you start to get impatient. Do you want me to speed it up, babe?”

“Y-yes. Yes-s-s-s-sss…” A high-pitched gasp followed.

“I put more pressure on your clit while I fuck you harder and faster. I love how your body trembles on my lap.”

“More, mmm…more. Hnngh!”

The wet noises were increasing in rhythm and so was her gasping. In his excitement Marius leaned forward, forgetting to sit on his hands. His knuckles were grasping his knees as he stared at the darkened screen as if he could actually see her through the barrier.

“I add a third finger, and thrust as far as I can go, stretching you wide. And then I curl my fingers up to brush that sweet spot over and over and over and–”

A guttural moan spilled through the phone, louder than any other noise she had made that night. Marius heard the bed creaking and then her voice again, “I … I came. Oh mmm…. Good job, babe. Oh my god…” A sigh of weary bliss is heard after a few seconds. 

Marius sat back, pleased with himself. He rearranged the robe and shorts so he can begin jerking off. He eagerly awaited for the screen to show his lovely girlfriend. Ten seconds went by. Twenty. He heard water running in the background.

“Rosa?”

Her voice sounded like it was coming from farther away, “I’m just cleaning myself up a little. Legs are slightly wobbly and making it difficult to get around, heh. I’ll be back in a sec.”

“No, don’t clean up. You’re just going to get all wet again.” His cheeky tone and smirk were brimming with confidence.

Her answer was just as challenging and plucky, “Oh? Sound rather sure of yourself there. Let’s see if you can make good on that promise.” 

He blinked rapidly as his view was flooded with light. She had uncovered her camera and taken it off the stand, holding it in her hand so her face filled the screen. The surface of her neck and cheeks were flushed scarlet and her eyes were glossy with lust.

She winked at him, “You were such a good boy with keeping your hands to yourself like I asked. AND you got me to cum. You deserve a special reward.”

Marius’s brain was doing little somersaults trying to make her sexy words FEEL good, but they still nipped at him in all the wrong places, rubbing his nerves raw. He ignored her “good boy” praise as much as he could while focusing on the pleasure to come next.

“Yeah? And what’s that?”

“As I describe what I’m doing to you, I’ll move the phone to that spot so you can get a close-up. And if you want to see a part of me or have me do something particular, all you need to do is ask. I’ll do and say whatever you want tonight, hun.” 

She blew him a kiss and smiled. 

There was a hint of shyness in her eyes and he realized that maybe she wasn’t nearly as self-assured in tonight’s performance as she let on with all that brave talk from before. Perhaps she had kept the camera covered because she needed the allusion of being hidden so she could really let herself go? Marius’s more generous side took hold of this possibility and ran with it. Giving her the benefit of the doubt lessened the annoyance he had felt at her taking charge like she had. He wasn’t used to being condescended to like that, especially not from her. Yeah, maybe she had just been putting on an act and needed the privacy to keep up her courage. That had to be it.

He nodded to himself as if to convince his worries away, and then began stroking his dick leisurely as he threw Rosa a cocky look. “So you’re my own private cam girl is what you’re saying?”

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After he had climaxed – which didn’t take long – Rosa suggested they take their phones to the bed and lie down so it looks like the other person’s face is right there on the pillow next to them. He wished her good night and sweet dreams while she wished him a good morning. Cute little mumblings and screen kisses followed until he had to go.

He smiled at how such a lewd call could end  sweetly, but he also knew that was exactly how the two of them were. Sometimes they couldn’t keep their hands out of the other one’s pants, and sometimes they would blush as simply holding hands. He loved that about her, about them as a couple. 

He had never experienced all-encompassing love like this before. Rosa accepted everything about him. What a gift. He could never earn that, never repay her. But that’s what love was, right? Freely giving something to your special someone what they don’t deserve, and accepting all they are without making them feel worse about those weird ugly things they already are ashamed of. 

In that case, maybe he ought to ask her sometime about that bossines she was exhibiting earlier, and see if that’s something she was afraid to show him. Was that one of her sides that she thought was ‘weird’ and didn’t want to risk letting it out?

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[embarrassingjon]

✨masterlist✨

Howdy fellas! I have stopped writing for Boosh but the links will stay up. I’ve got the fics split between the different shows or movies, and feel free to ask me anything

Mighty Boosh

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The Lion Sleeps Tonight  Rated G (1,462 Words)       Vince has some habits he can't quite shake from growing up surrounded by animals, but Howard can see how badly he wishes he didn't.

We’re Still Having Fun Rated M (15,090 Words) Howard/Vince       Vince and Howard through the years, starting from just before the Chokes. a slowburn songfic with soft smut at the end

Don’t Shut Me Down Rated M (3,964 Words) Howard/Vince       I'm fired up, I'm hot, don't shut me down. Howard and Vince have been away from one another for a long time.... longer than Vince ever expected. a reunion smut songfic

Surrealissimo

Mes Doigts de la main Noire Rated NC-17 (18,366 Words) Gui Rosey/Victor Bauer       Rosey decides to venture into a new hobby. Written from an anonymous post about drawing one another nude as a form of flirting, spiraled out of control.

Les Moyens d'Existence Rated M (1,441 Words) Gui Rosey/Victor Bauer       Victor finally gets to paint Rosey’s Body and he gives Rosey a reward for it.

Travaux Ménagers d'un Genre Différent Rated NC-17 (7,309 Words) Gui Rosey/Victor Bauer       Rosey and Bauer are trying to have sex in every room of Breton's house because he sucks. AKA 4 times Rosey and Bauer boned down in Breton's house + 1 time they didn't.

Un Portrait à Nos Couleurs Extrémes Rated NC-17 (44,722 Words) Gui Rosey/Victor Bauer, Victor Bauer/OFC, Gui Rosey/OFC, Gui Rosey/Victor Bauer/OFC       Gui Rosey sees a rainbow of color on his extended vacation to Vienna with Victor Bauer.

Je Veux Vior Rated NC-17 (2,690 Words) Victor Bauer/OFC       Victor and Maria’s first time together (A oneshot tied to Un Portrait à Nos Couleurs Extrémes)

Démêlé Rated NC-17 (7,796 Words) Victor Bauer/OFC, Gui Rosey/OFC      Victor has an idea for Maria's birthday while Rosey is out of town.      Maria has an idea for Rosey while Victor is in town (Another one twoshot tied to Un Portrait à Nos Couleurs Extrémes)

Parisian Rose

Rated M (3,308 Words) Victor Bauer/OFC Victor Bauer/Gui Rosey

Victor Bauer Has Lived A Full Life. We have reached the year 1959. Victor Bauer is dying, and he knows it.

Nathan Barley

Metaphysical Gravity Rated M (139,985 Words) Dan/Jones       We follow Dan and Jones for a year after the worst summer of their lives. For better or worse, richer and poorer, I really put these dweebs to their limits.

Mint Royale

Take the Money and Run Rated E (2,185 Words) “The Kid”/”The Bank Robber”       Samuel and Liam are criminals in love. Classic Bonnie and Clyde.... except no murdering, that's not very nice. UNFINISHED

Kinktober

            1. Images en Miroir - Surrealissimo - Rosey/Bauer

            2. Eager - Sweet (2000) - Pete Sweet/Stitch

            3. Confession - Garth Margenghi’s Darkplace - The Padre/The Scientist

            4. Just Breathe - Garth Margenghi’s Darkplace - The Padre/The Scientist

            5. Urgency - Garth Margenghi’s Darkplace - The Padre/The Scientist

            6. 3:56am - Mint Royale Blue Song Music Video- The Kid/Bank Robber

            7. Masquerade - Nathan Barley - Dan/Jones

            8. Talk Culty To Me - Set The Thames on Fire//Truth Seekers - Dickie/Toynbee

            9. What Pete Wants - Sweet (2000) - Pete Sweet/Stitch

          10. Giving In To Temptation - Garth Margenghi’s Darkplace - The Padre/The Scientist

          11. Montre Moi Ton Amour - Surrealissimo - Rosey/Bauer

          12. Date Night - Sweet (2000) - Pete Sweet/Stitch

          13. Le Dernier Acte de Dévotion - Surrealissimo -Rosey/Bauer

          14. Gloutonne - Surrealissimo - Rosey/Bauer/Original Female Character

✨ S E R I E S ✨

Party Boys Mighty Boosh- 9 Parts- Howard/Vince

Vince and Howard through the years, drinking/doing drugs/generally getting messed up in one way or another EDITORS NOTE: I have them listed in order of when they were written, they were written out of order. If you would prefer to read them in order (or really any order you want), then you can click here and see them front to back <3 

1. You’ll Be In My Heart Rated T (1,044 Words)         Vince and Howard wake up after a wild night in to see things have changed. 2. In The Air Tonight Rated M (2,576 Words)           Vince and Howard celebrate Howard's recent death the only way they know how: Getting drunk and giving eulogies.

3. Jesus, He Knows Me Rated T (2,073 Words)       Howard’s birthday is a travesty. Vince decides to come clean, at least to make Howard feel a little better

4. Do You Remember? Rated M (2,248 Words      Vince and Howard get drunk and the beans are spilled

5. One More Night Rated NC-17 (1,712 Words)            One night at Uni Howard drinks a bit too much, and Vince gets more than he bargained for. Mega dubcon here fellas, be careful with this one

6. I Don’t Care Anymore Rated NC-17 (2,005 Words)       Howard and Vince finally go over everything.

7. Come With Me Rated M (17,007 Words)            Howard and Vince went traveling on their gap year! This is just one of their journeys

8. Big Shot Rated T (1,895 Words)        Howard is mad at Vince because of how he behaved the night before when he was partying (aka why Howard doesn’t go out with Vince anymore)

9. Just Another Story Rated M (2,115 Words)       It's Vince and Howard's Anniversary and they spend a lazy morning in.

Dadfic Stuff Mighty Boosh- 3 Parts- Howard/Vince

Howard and Vince face the struggles of being parents. Various little tales, and familial struggles that come with having your own little pod. EDITORS NOTE: These are FINISHED AS OF 12/12/22

Sweet Child Of Mine Rated T (76,361 Words)        Vince and Howard have been together for a long time. Long enough to have three kids and a house and a booming career. Literally this is just days in the lives of these two people with their kiddos. Loosely connected silly tales

Party For Two Rated NC-17 (8,200 Words)        Howard and Vince’s alone time. Its basically smut written for the way I write them in the dadfic stuff. There are references to plot points from the main fic, but generally this is because Vince and Howard deserve to bone after the strife I give them.

Moonlight Magic Rated T (3,939 Words)        A probably out of character take on if Naboo needed help babysitting and he called on help from an alternate Universe. Is it canon to the others? Is it not? That's up to you, it's completely inconsequential. This is a crossover oneshot with Set The Thames On Fire because Dickie is a fascinating bird and I love him very much

It’s Oh So Quiet Nathan Barley- 4 Parts- Dan/Jones

The Sound Of Silence Rated T (4,520 Words)        Jones' lifestyle was BOUND to mess him up in some way.

Happy Together Rated NC-17 (1,476 Words)        Jones had never known Dan to care about someone other than himself. This is just soft smut following 'The Sound of Silence' featuring Dan being ever so patient with Jones' hearing loss

I Feel the Earth Move Rated T (2,392 Words)        Jones gets new ears, Dan gets…. To jump out a window I guess

Stuck In the Middle With You Rated NC-17 (2,107 Words)        Dan is home but there are new obstacles to conquer when it comes to intimacy... in more ways than one

Final Word Count as of 2/15/23:

414,096

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[josiebelladonna]

black moon | kinkmas | day sixteen

chapter title: “you look so fine”

pairing: alex skolnick x fem!oc

tags: masturbation

ao3 link | kinktober/sister piece “eclipse”

minors sit back, relax, and dni ❄️💋❄️💋

“Alex?”

Christine had woken up a few minutes before Alex did, and she gazed on at his slumbering face. Those dark eyelashes contrasted with the milky soft skin of his face; she realized that they had returned to the safety of the cabin.

The whole room felt as cold as the outside there, the barren landscape devoid of life, outside of the orchard at the very bottom of the hill. She genuinely hoped that the apples remained intact down there, the kiss of the apples of sin.

He rolled his head over the top of the pillow, and the tip of his nose remained right before her face. He had that nice, slightly full tip to his nose, as if he was made for a kiss there. She licked her lips, and she knew that she needed a little drink of water at some point that morning; and all the while, her eyes caressed over the full shape of his face.

Her lips, on the side of his face, for the sweetest kiss he could ever ask for. Just a boy, with the pain in his head and on his head as well, as her eyes swept over the gray streak over the right side of his forehead. Given he had rolled his head over to the right, she only caught a view of his roots there. He tilted his head a bit more, and a soft little groan emerged from the back of his throat, and yet he never woke up for a second.

The feeling of those lips, and that body against her own. Such beauty. Such gentle beauty, especially since his face was soft and placid. The way that his black hair sprawled down the side of his face and neck, and down onto his collar bone as well as the edge of his shoulder only softened him.

Such beauty, and such sensuality as well: she knew that when he opened his eyes, he would gaze up at her with that pillow next to his face, and his neck with such a nice curve carved into the side. She looked down at his body under the covers, and she realized that he was laying on his side part of the way, so his body had such a gentle curve to it.

Christine raised up the sheet and the blanket a bit to view his delicate little body there next to her. His hands extended out before his crotch, and his forearms rested upon his hipbones, so his slim belly had the slightest curve to it. Then she realized he was naked: his left hip rose from the top of the mattress, so his body had that little accentuated curve in the middle.

He had slid his knees against each other to show off the thick shape of his thighs. His lanky arms, so relaxed, and so sinewy: he had this web of veins right near his elbows which in turn formed a slight snake of veins down his forearms. They seemed so light and soft, so smooth to go along so well with his skin, and along with the rest of his body, especially with the middle there. His body was beautiful, slender and slim, and he lay upon the mattress as if he had fallen right out of the lower branches of a weeping willow tree.

He rolled his head back towards the left side of the pillow, and that showed off his gray streak to her. His hands slid up his genitals, onto his hips and then his waist.

How she wished to kiss him there, to kiss him on the waist only to follow it up with a kiss on the side of his shaft and then the inside of his thighs.

She could surprise him with the feeling, but then again, she had another idea, especially when she knew that she was feeling rather warm, and she realized that she was naked herself, naked aside from the little pair of silk panties she had kept on from the night before, right there right next to him. She licked her lips as she gently laid the covers back down on top of them.

Alex groaned in his throat again, and he still never woke up. She figured she would surprise him in another way.

She slithered her fingers down the front of her panties, down to the hood. Her fingertips brushed over the rim, and she closed her eyes. She pictured his little body pressed up against her, in all his beauty and softness. Her fingers along the curvature of his hipbones and onto that soft skin right under his waist: his fingers along the curvature of her hips and onto the soft skin of her belly. Her breasts pressed up against the deepest part of his chest.

The feeling rose rather quickly inside of her, and she opened her eyes again. She lifted the blankets off her body for another look at his body again.

She let out a low whistle as her fingertip brushed against that little nub of nerves for a quick burst up inside of her. All by the power of her hand, but she knew that she could rise even higher with a little help of some sort.

Alex then opened his eyes, and he gazed at her with the rouse of sleep all around him. Those blue irises seemed as big and bright as ever, and those lips as lush and red as the ripest cherries from the tree branch. He parted his lips at the sight of her, as if he was about to caress the side of her face or the surface of her own lips with his own. He tucked his head further down into the top of the pillow, and he showed off the prominent shape of his Adam’s apple to her. Christine let out a low whistle at the sight of him: they locked eyes with one another.

“What are you doing?” he asked her in a broken voice.

“Have a look,” she told him, also in a broken voice. He lifted his head and dropped his gaze down to her legs and her waist, and all the while, he raised his eyebrows. He mouthed the words “oh my god” when he saw her hand down her panties.

“Do you still have it?” he asked her.

“Have what?”

“That little dildo?”

“I don��t know.” Christine took her hand out, and she glanced over at the nightstand right behind her back. Indeed, there was that black box on the surface, right underneath the lamp.

She took the box off and she held it up above her face, given the bottom dropped rather low over her head and her chest. She sat up, and she rested the box upon her lap, and she took off the lid. That seafoam green silicone dildo rested at the very top of the little stash.

“Is that ring still in there?” he asked her with a clearing of his throat. Upon the rope at the very bottom was that little cock ring; she handed it over to him while she took the dildo for herself. When she put the box back on the nightstand, she slid back down under the covers, but that time on her back. She held onto the dildo with one hand, albeit over the covers. Alex held the ring in between his index finger and his thumb, as if he held the key to all answers in the universe in his hand.

He rolled his head over the top of the pillow once again.

“Do that again,” he whispered to her.

Christine relaxed there in bed next to him, and then she clicked the dildo on at the lowest setting.

“Let me see your gorgeous body again,” she commanded, and he lifted the blankets off their bodies with his free hand, all for her eyes. She examined the way that the veins in his arms seemed a bit more prominent now that he lifted the blankets off their bodies for her to look. She thought about the way that his arms looked whenever he played guitar, and moreover, when he launched into a solo. Those muscles, so sinewy and sleek and yet so strong. He had the power, the strength. It was all so understated and yet she couldn’t ask for more, especially with the slender, gorgeous way that his body looked to her.

She opened her legs, and she slid the tip of the dildo under her hood, right up against that small nub of nerves.

Her hips writhed at the incessant vibrating.

She locked eyes with him again, and that time, she bumped it up another level.

Those baby blues. Those lips. Everything.

She reached the highest level, and she gasped at the feeling. She breathed harder and harder, and she never let go of her gaze at him all the while, as well. She made herself cum as hard as she had ever done before.

Christine let out a low moan from the feeling of having reached the climax with impressive speed: when she took the dildo out to catch her breath, she locked eyes with him again.

“Want me to cum three times?” she asked him.

“Please,” he replied.

She slid the dildo back in underneath the hood, still at that high speed, and she never moved her gaze away from him as she reached the top a third time. He let out a low whistle as he watched her every step of the way.

“Phew, that’s incredible,” he remarked, and she let out a soft moan from the deepest part of herself. Alex showed her the tip of his tongue in response, and she flashed a look of hooded eyes and a slight wave of the dildo towards him.

“You bad boy,” she teased him in a husky whisper. “You bad, bad boy—oh, I should get you for that.”

“How will you do that?” he asked her; he brought his voice down to the softest whisper yet, as if he had breathed out the words instead of whispering them out from those cherry lips.

She showed him the tip of her tongue as well, and then she took a glimpse down to his hands, still rested upon his stomach, and she noticed that he had held onto that cock ring the whole entire time she masturbated before him.

“Let me take a look at this,” she teased him, and she swiped it right from his fingers. She held it up before her face: indeed, it was a bit small for the width of his head, but she had seen him put it on, however.

“I want—” he whispered, and he knitted his eyebrows at her as if he was absolutely desperate. A boy made of wounds and scars, and yet it was nothing more than snakeskin. Underneath the layer of pain and agony was the deep feeling of desire.

“Put it on,” she told him.

She handed him the ring, and he held it right before his face to make it look as though he was peering through a spyglass. He parted his lips and let out a soft whistle.

And then he reached down, and he slid the ring over his head. He closed his eyes as he clicked it on the first setting with his index finger.

“Look at me, Alex,” she commanded. He kept his eyes closed even at the lowest setting. “Look at me.”

He parted his lips and showed her his front teeth, but he never opened his eyes for her.

“Look at me, you bad—bad boy,” she commanded again, and that time, she moved her face closer to his. “Open your eyes.”

A soft click and she knew that he had bumped it up to the next level. His chest heaved a bit from the rising orgasm on his part.

“Alex... open your eyes,” she whispered right into his ear.

Another soft click. That time, he opened his eyes, and he locked eyes with hers. He lowered his gaze to her bare breasts and her belly, right there right next to him, and those blue irises seemed to clear up at the mere sight of her.

He treated her to a gentle moan, and a long low pleasured groan, and she knew that he had cum for her, even without the touch of her fingers on their own.

He took the ring off his head, and he turned his head towards her, still with his lips parted and his eyes hooded.

“Touch me,” he whispered to her, and she caressed the side of his neck. She pressed her lips onto his own for a sweet good morning at the end of their little session.

“Shall we go have breakfast?” she offered him in a breathy whisper.

“Please. You look so hot.”

“So do you.”

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[nuagederose]

kinktober 2022 // day twenty-five: fresh deadly roses prompt: sex pollen (courtesy of @the-purity-pen) pairing: chuck/alex (eerie inhabitants) also on ao3 💋

*this one was admittedly a bit odd as this was quite literally the first time i had ever seen this trope. still did what i could, though!

Though I had fallen asleep after our next encounter, I did have a slight memory of watching Alex make his way over to Chuck, the newly turned vampire, not the head of their coven of vampires. I lay there flat on my back with my bare breasts exposed for all the world to bear witness to, and with the feeling that I had been ravaged like the dickens down to my core by my vampire boyfriend once again by his prowess and his beauty, and I could in fact hear those voices not too far from me.

I lifted my head and I could see them over there in the shadows, nothing more than a pair of silhouettes against the black cast down from the tree right there at my feet. I recognized the spare sensual shape of Alex’s body with his back to the wall, complete with those long and lanky legs and those full hips, but it took me some time to recognize Chuck; moreover, it took me some time to realize that it was the Chuck who had had cancer in his human form and he had been turned over into a vampire once Alex had taken him under.

I need not have to make out their whole faces as I could hear their whispers to one another.

“Closer to me,” Alex begged him. “Come on—closer—”

“I feel you,” Chuck whispered to him. “I feel you in my bones.”

“Just as how I feel you in the roots of my gray hair,” Alex whispered back. Through the shadows, I watched my vampire boyfriend’s hands glide up the curvature of Chuck’s bare back and into his long lush curls sprawled over his shoulders and that prominent spine. I noticed a little scar at the base of Chuck’s neck as well as a rather prominent scar on his shoulder.

He had brain cancer, but I wondered about the extent of it, however.

And then, there was Alex. He tilted his head back and let out a soft moan from the feeling of Chuck’s lips on the side of his neck.

For a second, I thought I had seen a little grabbing below the belt there, but I had no idea as to how to discern one boy’s hand from the other there.

Chuck kissed him on the side of the neck again and that time, their heads emerged out from the shadows and into the soft light of the moon over the San Francisco skyline.

“I’m hopelessly drawn to you,” I heard Alex whisper to him: those cherry lips parted ever so slight, that the moon may as well have kissed him on the other side of his face as well. His face actually resembled to the full moon, in all of its softness and silkiness. A look of euphoria that I swore was constricted only to me. Chuck turned his head enough for me to see the very side of his face as well as the side of his neck. He lacked the same softness that Alex had with him at the moment.

The light of the moon kissed the full tip of his aquiline nose as well as the minute sliver of gray at the crown of his head, and even more so as Chuck ran his fingers through his lush dark hair.

For a second, I believed that I was dreaming, especially when I closed my eyes and shook my head, and the two of them had disappeared back into the shadows. I glanced about the place where Alex had left me laying, at the leaves strewn about the dark earth all around me, at the little horse blanket crumpled around my legs and my feet. I ran my fingers through my hair and I sat upright, and that was when Alex took his seat next to me once again, that time reclined back on his hands and with his legs extended out before him.

I glanced down at his legs, at his undone zipper and his shirt pushed up against his stomach to reveal his belly button to me. Locks of his jet-black hair sprawled over his shoulders down onto his chest: I took a second glimpse at him, at the hems of his sleeves as they were rolled up to his elbows.

He looked as though his entire body had been ravaged twice over, and I wondered if that was actually the case.

“Alex...” I started. “What happened?”

He showed me the tip of his tongue and then he tossed his hair back with a flick of his head. His face was still pale and round as if still accentuated by the light of the moon over us. Indeed, I took a second look at the moon over the skyline and it had not budged a single inch through the skin.

“Alex?” I asked him again, to which he shook his head.

“Neither he nor I could help it, though, especially with me and him—he's just so—hot.”

“What did you do?” I demanded in a low voice.

“Oh, I wish I could have told it to you ahead of time,” he began as he tugged down his shirt, but it was futile as the bottom two buttons had gone from his shirt.

“Told me what?”

“When I turned Chuck over into a vampire because there was no way that he would have survived his cancer, I was the one who had killed him. I did him in, and thus, he was to seek his revenge on me.”

I frowned at that.

“Wait, what do you mean?” I asked him. “I thought vampires were the vengeance-seekers. They went after the humans who had killed their human selves out of revenge and drank down their blood as part of it all. You're a vampire, Alex. You took Chuck under and you sacrificed him.”

“That’s not according to the damn fairies,” he told me with his eyes closed.

“King Diamond’s fairies?” I asked him.

“Word has it through the pixie dust that Chuck actually fell in love with me right before I killed him,” he explained in a single breath and with a hooded look to his eyes. “The last emotion he felt before his death was love. Romantic, slightly sensual love, too.”

I gaped at him. “Wow.”

“Yeah. So, apparently, the fairies made a bet with me and him that there’s no way that I could resist him. Turns out it was the other way around.”

“Well, if it’s any compliment, I can’t resist you...” I told him with a running of my finger down his chest.

“I made out with him right after I did it with you,” he blurted out. “He then overpowered me and took me under his own realm. It was a feeling that I had never experienced before as a live human, and one that—in retrospect, I realize that I had never tapped into before.”

I lingered back away from him. He nibbled on his bottom lip at the sight of me.

“Lilian, please,” Alex begged me. “I never meant to hurt you. You see, we’re all about pleasing ourselves. When we’re not out and about slashing the guts and drinking the blood of those who did us wrong, we like to have a little fun. It keeps us from losing our minds from all of the incessant bloodshed.”

I frowned at that. “Hard to believe that vampires would be down in the dumps about their own modus operandi,” I confessed to him.

“We like a nice balance,” he told me. “Think: the whole ‘work and play’ situation that follows an adult human around for the duration of their adult lives.”

He ran his fingers through his black curls again and showed me a soft little smile. I swallowed at the sight of him.

He then lay down next to me with his hands behind his head and the bottom hem of his shirt lifted up over his waist. His undone jeans showed me even more of his skin, especially that delicate skin right underneath his belly button.

“Chuck just has this—vibe to him, too,” Alex continued in a lower, huskier voice; he tucked his hands behind his head and gazed up at me like a prince. “I can’t really describe it, either. It's something that I feel I can only pick up, as I don’t really know how you would react to it.”

“Would you describe it for me?” I asked him as I sat upright next to him: I really wanted to look more at that patch of soft, smooth, delicate skin right underneath his belly button, only to be accentuated by the hem of his jeans as well as his hipbones: hard to believe that such a slender boy had such a ravenous appetite.

“It’s like—I would say a bee to a flower,” he replied. “I drink down his nectar and he treats me to a pleasant little trail of honey. A trail of honey back to the sweetest taste courtesy of any undead man. He brings me as much pleasure as you do for me.”

“As much as me or more than me?” I asked him.

“As much. You eek out just a bit more, though.”

I sat there and let his words wash over me like the sweep of an ocean wave. He rested a hand on my lower back, as if he was about to give me a little squeeze down below the waist. His long, lanky fingers caressed over my skin like the heads of snakes, such that the feeling made me shiver. He knew exactly where to touch me.

He then cleared his throat so as to speak again.

“Would you be okay,” he began again, “if you and I had the little thing between the two of us completely wide open, like I could go with Chuck and you could go with whomever you wished? I'll make it completely worth your while.”

On one hand, I wanted Alex all to myself. The first vampire I had ever loved, and yet here he was before me with his legs wide open and his mouth agape as though he desired me, but he had a desire for another vampire, and a male vampire to boot.

But at the same time, there was no way I could hold the feeling against him. They were creatures beyond my power and control, albeit they had their human bodies still intact, frozen in the depths of time itself. There was something rather enticing about having an option for another body, as well: whomever I chose to be with, I could return to Alex no matter what.

I put myself over him for a look into his face, into those deep-set ocean-blue eyes, the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean under the veil of inky black and silvery gray. My bare breasts brushed up against his chest and his shirt, and I pressed my hands on either side of his face. Those cherry lips parted just enough for me to warrant a kiss from him.

He still tasted like Alex. Not a lick of Chuck on that soft pinkish red skin.

Maybe I was a bit nuts to let him back to me, but he seemed sincere about it. I was pretty much a part of the vampires myself at that point as well: I may as well be a part of it all. This other Chuck was new to me, too: he had to know what he brought to the table with me.

“I take that as ‘yes’,” he whispered to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about these feelings?” I asked him in a hushed voice.

“I didn’t think you would understand them,” he confessed to me. I nudged a lock of black hair back from the side of his face and right behind his ear. “But I take it that you do.”

“Look at it as a new evolution in our romance,” I told him, and he cracked me a smile. “I got to watch you from here, too. It was pretty hot.”

“Good to know, my love,” he replied with a wink and a running of his tongue over his bottom lip as if he thirsted for me.

“You on the other hand, are like a flower to me,” I whispered to him. “The flower stamens to give me the sweetest nectar known to man.”

“Unless you’re the flower,” he pointed out. “Lilies do sprout from the blackest mud at the bottom of the pond.”

“I’m the lily flower,” I whispered right into his ear.

“And I am the bee—”

He ran his hands down my chest and onto my stomach as I sank further into him.

“So, what should you and I do for him, my dear worker bee?” I asked him, as I lay upon his chest.

“Well, let’s see,” he began as he put his arms around me. “You said you had watched both me and him over here?”

“I did.”

“Well, how ‘bout we expand on that?” he suggested. “You must’ve had some terrible lighting over here.”

“Not really the best lighting but it was enough to soften your face,” I told him as I stroked the side of his face with my fingertips. He showed me a sweet smile and his chilled skin never felt softer and warmer to me than right at that moment.

“Well, how ‘bout we demonstrate out in the middle of the day?” he suggested to me.

“Sounds like a plan,” I told him as I brought my lips down to his own for a kiss that made my nipples tighten up.

“Oh, boy,” Alex declared, and he raised his eyebrows at the sight of my chest right over him.

“I’m sure after tomorrow, they’re going to be tighter than you had ever seen before.” I kissed him on the tip of his nose and he closed his eyes and lay his head back down on the ground underneath him.

Indeed, the next day, a clear morning in San Francisco no less, Alex brought me over to the forest, not too far from the Iverson estate. He took me by the hand and he led me through those thick trees, all the way to the clearing where I had first met Chuck for his sacrifice: I still could see Alex hitting him over the head with his claws and then drinking down his blood from the wounds and then turning him over into a vampire. I fanned myself with my fingers at the memory, because Alex had taken away from there and got alone with me.

This was something interesting and new to me, especially with everything that I had known about the vampires up to that point. I wondered if there was something more to their venom as he lifted a handful of low-hanging branches from the line of sight with my head.

I bowed into the clearing first and then he followed suit.

Broad daylight washed over that clearing before us as well as the tops of the trees that lined the entire area. A fine mist rose up from grooves down in the ground before us, as well as over in the shrubs on the right side of the clearing. The thoughts of those human sacrifices that Abby and I had witnessed right before our very eyes: the earth had taken in the extraneous blood and washed it away with the rains which came through up to that point. To think it was all about to become something else soon enough.

“You might want to stay back, Lily,” Alex advised me in a husky voice.

A golden orb of light emerged from the right side of the clearing; I didn’t hesitate to hide myself back behind the trunk of the nearest tree.

Alex stepped forward and the fairy, which belonged to King Diamond as part of the human sacrifice ceremony as well as mere lighting through the pitch darkness. He lifted a hand with a finger extended out to the fairy: pieces of dust sparkled down from the wings as it hovered around his finger like a hummingbird.

With his other hand, he nudged his hair back from his face.

He wore the same clothes as the night before, with the buttons near the bottom taken away and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his jeans slung down underneath his hipbones. It was right then I wondered if he was missing something.

The fairy fluttered over the crown of his head for a bestowing of golden dust onto the roots of his hair, and thus was the missing piece of the puzzle. He ran his fingers through his hair once again and the dust embedded itself in the roots.

“Alex?”

I ducked down as his voice sailed over from the far side of the clearing. He held still in place, about ten feet away from me.

He had said that Chuck couldn’t resist him.

But as Chuck surfaced from the trees over there, also donned in a black button-up shirt and with his jeans slung down low under his hipbones, and his fine curls tousled a bit around his shoulders, I wondered what else was at play here.

Alex closed his eyes and he parted his lips, as if he was about to perform some sort of ceremony for himself.

Chuck let out a low whistle and I swore that I had seen the fairy shudder about over Alex’s head.

“Come to me,” Chuck declared, and I watched Alex walk on over to him as if he was under a spell of some sort. I nibbled on my bottom lip, and I resisted the urge to say anything to either of them.

It was as if Chuck had some sort of magic dust himself, something that attracted Alex in a way that not even I could.

And there was something weirdly hot about it.

I watched them. I watched them both get down to business right before my very eyes, but this time, Alex was the one in charge: he caressed the side of Chuck’s neck the same way that he did with him the night before.

Alex even helped him take off his jeans for him all so he could wrap his lips around that vampiric erection. All of it standing up. I had never watched a homosexual encounter before in my life, but to see these two undead men get down with it right there on the grass, right before my eyes, I was a changed woman from that day forth.

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[mish-tique]

Hii, Rose 🥺🌹's Part 15/Day 16 (??) live-ask

Can't believe I'm not reading this during charles's birthday, why o why did we have busy school that week, it sucks (at least now that i'm on a week break, i'm marathoning the missed kinktober days and all of chic fest)

Also, lyrics from nothing? brb, gonna play this one on repeat as i read this, especially as i see domestic bliss in the tags (this one's gonna make me feel all single and fluff, huh?)

SPOILERS below the rose line

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• first, know that i'm always grateful for the fics, but please put yourself first if you need to rest!!! don't care for delays, kinktober can always extend • "Not when he’d like his plan to be a little bit of a surprise, even though it’s no grand plan." <- I can already feel the softness of the day • "It’s not like they spent the most time in their bedroom on the floor. They both prefer sex in bed." <- that took such a hard turn, i thought it would be about them being always away for races, but what did i expect, it's kinktober • "It’s not grand or extremely big, but Max made sure it would include all of Charles’ favorites." <- someone get me my own max • the whole waking up scene is just so cute i wanna die, what the fuck this is fluff overload and djshagidgf • "Neither of them minds the morning breath." <- that is true love right there • "there is a can of whipped cream too." <- *suggestively wiggles eyebrows* i've read a lot, i know where this is going, and it's kinktober, there's no other path for that whipped cream really • they have a playlist together for when they wake up 🥺🥺 • hihihi (i blushed at the mention of lorenzo) • i mean i always blush at the mention of any of the leclerc brothers • awww i love that you put in charles' family and his band of boys • you know that clip of charles jumping from his yacht all topless and sweaty? plus add the whipped cream, i want to lick him too, [and more redacted] • “You are going to be the death of me.” “Would be one hell of a day to die,” <- you two are gonna be the death of me • [redacted] bacause even that thought, i can't write it down, it's too much even for me • “Quite a tasty breakfast, if I say so myself,” <- though tbh, i really do hope max got a bite of some strawberries or something and that his breakfast did not only compose of whipped cream and charles, be healthy babes, and to all you anons and miss missha this is your psa to take care of yourselves

Aww this is too cute and domestic and hot, all of it straight in the feels and reading it while listening to nothing is very much 10/10 experience would very much recommend. aaaAAAAh just lovely lovely writing!!

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-Rose 🥺🌹

Oohh you have fall break? My friends have it too, but no fall break for those who are just starting their job skghsd. Hope you enjoy it to the fullest!! And yes, nothing is such a good song, 10/10.

i knowww but i don't want to extend kinktober. I want to do something right for once ;-;

"but what did i expect, it's kinktober" -> not every fic has smut but I'm trying to keep it on brand skhgksdg

they're so incredible sweet and in love I'm jealous

"bacause even that thought, i can't write it down, it's too much even for me" -> skdghsdk ROSE

", i really do hope max got a bite of some strawberries or something and that his breakfast did not only compose of whipped cream and charles, be healthy babes, and to all you anons and miss missha this is your psa to take care of yourselves" -> I'm trying!! lot's of baked goods and fruits and protein food going in me. even managed to hit the gym after yesterday's first day omg.

So glad you liked it sweetheart <333

#rose anon #🥺🌹 #missha's kinktober #qued

[awintersrose]

Her greatest beauty is set on display here, in a place at his feet, with her head pillowed against his knee like something kept. Something he could so easily destroy with a single word or gesture. 

Kabuto prefers taking her apart in other ways.

Pairing: Kabuto/Shizune Rating: Mature Warnings: Power Exchange, Dom/sub Play, Sadism, Masochism, Questionable Use of Medical Ninjutsu, Chakra Play Is A Thing in the Ninja World ~~~~~~~~

For another long overdue Kinktober request submitted by Anon! Rated M again, I must be on a roll...

Also submitted for @naruto-smut-monday’s October prompt “Bound”

#kabushizu #kabuto #shizune #my fanfic #rose's extended kinktober #naruto smut monday #lemony lemonade #awintersrose #if you enjoy it please comment or reblog?