Kinktober Day 14: Tentacles, Distention, Asphyxiation

Idk why Jack has weird purple energy tentacles, he just does

Rhys didn’t know exactly where the tentacles were coming from.

It…it sort of looked like they were emanating out from Jack’s body, some unfurling from underneath the hem of his sweater while others curled around his waist and hips, floating towards Rhys like boneless, ethereal fingers.

“Jack?” Rhys tried, taking one step back when he got no response. When he’d gotten the message to meet his boss down at the office, he’d gone with little hesitation, not anticipation this—whatever it was. His brain raced for understanding as he tried to process the scene before him and whether there was anything he could do to help.

Or if he should run away.

Energy suddenly scintillated along Jack’s scar like a muted bolt of lightning, momentarily freezing Rhys in place as his heart leapt in fear, but then the first of the tentacles reached out and touched his flesh hand.

The effect was immediate. Rhys’ fingers twitched as his skin suddenly felt both warm and numb, like some kind of analgesic that spread out over his arm as the tentacle wound up to his shoulder. Rhys’ feet stumbled forward as more tentacles joined the first, tugging him closer and closer to Jack as they started to properly explore his body. Rhys started as one started to feel at the collar of his shirt, pulling it aside to touch his chest.

“H-Hey, wait—“ Rhys tried to grab the tentacle with his cybernetic hand. Immediately, sparks flared up from his fingers, nearly blinding him with purple light as his arm suddenly swung back down to his side like a pendulum, weighty and unresponsive. Rhys’ heart leapt, alarmed at the sudden disabling of his cybernetic, only for the tentacles to massage against his skin with their soothing warmth.

“…Jack?” Rhys spoke, voice starting to edge into breathy as the other man stepped closer, looking him up and down as the tentacles started to undress him. Rhys still had no idea why this was happening and by the distant yet interested expression on Jack’s face, he knew he wasn’t about to get any explanation. At least until after Jack and whatever these things were had their fun.

It didn’t take long for the tentacles to get his shirt open and his pants down around his knees and by that point his skin was simmering with warmth, feeling stronger beneath the immediate path of the appendages as they held and stroked him.

Through dazed eyes he could see the tips of the tentacles trailing something filmy and translucent all over his body, like the tracks of a snail. They dripped as they bunched down between his legs, one curling around his cock while the others started to push into his hole. Rhys gasped—unused to sudden intrusion with little prep—but with the soothing sensation and slick lube of the appendages he soon found himself relaxing into the feeling.

He grew so lost within the sensation, as the tentacles pushed up inside of him, leaking so much fluid that his stomach started to slightly bulge outwards, that he almost leapt when something much more solid and less slimy stroked his face. He opened his eyes—unsure when exactly he’d closed them—to see the glow of Jack’s scar and the intensity in his gaze, now mere inches from his face.

Rhys heard someone say his name in his head and it sounded vaguely like Jack, but almost distorted, as if radioed in from galaxy’s away. He smiled foolishly anyway, leaning in to meet his lover’s lips in a loose kiss.

As Rhys kissed Jack, as the tentacles pulsed and writhed inside of him and touched his body and jerked off his cock, he could feel his need winding up inside of him like a knot about to be pulled apart. He wasn’t uncomfortable with the tentacles and fullness inside him, nor the helplessness he might usually worry about. Rhys felt like floating, his body numb and cybernetic arm limp and unnecessary as Jack’s appendages cradled him like softly curling galaxies.

Rhys didn’t even realize one of the tentacles was wrapped around his throat, digging into his airways. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth when Jack pulled away from the kiss, saliva dripping dow his chin as it squeezed him tightly, as if needing to make a point to its existence. Rhys didn’t care—it all felt so good, so warm and wonderful that he didn’t even realize what the tentacle was doing until it let go with one final squeeze, letting Rhys gasp for breath. And with the sudden, unexpected unwinding he finally came, his release a pearly purple in the light emanating from Jack’s tentacles.

This time, when he sagged back, his legs going to jelly from orgasm, strong, inflexible arms caught him. Rhys’ head tipped forward as he draped his weight against Jack’s, the numb comforting feeling not fading even as the ethereal tentacles around them did.

Kinktober Day 13: Distracted Sex, Gags

For once Jack actually needed to pay attention. So of course, Rhys go it into his head that he wanted to get down and dirty during this pretty important video call.

Jack grunted as he stood at his desk, pushing at Rhys’ hand as it tried to trail up his bicep to his shoulder. He was still waiting for the rest of the participants to connect to the call, but he didn’t need to get into anything right now, no matter how insistent Rhys acted. Or how sensually he touched him. Or how much he batted his eyelashes or parted his lips or tried any of his usual tricks. Nuh-uh. Jack wasn’t gonna give into this until he’d finished business for the day.

Of course Rhys wasn’t gonna give up either, though. Jack let out a warning growl, briefly taking his eyes away from the spinning circle on the video call’s loading screen. It would go live any minute now, but Rhys wasn’t taking the hint. His pale fingers stroked over to Jack’s chest, bumping over the cloak clipped to his lapel before he rubbed into the soft material of his sweater.

“Jack, c’mon—“

“Hey.” Jack stopped him as he pressed his finger to Rhys’ lip, eyebrows knit in frustration. “You wanna have some fun, sweetheart? You better keep your mouth shut while daddy’s busy.”

Rhys wasn’t gonna ease up? Fine. He could do what he wanted as long as he behaved long enough for Jack to finish up his call.

Rhys mimed a zipper over his mouth as he got down on his knees, only for Jack to shake his head and grip the knot of the tie around his neck.

“Oh no, pumpkin. Sorry, this is a real important call, and I just don’t trust you not to let something slip.” Jack unclipped the tie, familiar with the fact that Rhys could knot a real one to save his life, before balling it together and pushing the red fabric between Rhys’ teeth. His boyfriend’s eyes narrowed, slightly affronted even as he moved to kneel between Jack’s legs. The CEO kept his eye on the screen floating in front of him, angling it up and away from his lap as the rest of the participants started to filter in. Any moment now he’d be ready to start. His eyes flitted down to watch as Rhys shimmied down his pants, procuring a tiny tube of lube from his pants so he could finger himself open. Jeez. Had Rhys really been planning this? Couldn’t wait a half hour ’til the meeting was done?

Apparently not, because Rhys didn’t spend too much time prepping himself before he turned around and pushed his bare ass up against Jack. He reached behind himself, carefully grasping the base of Jack’s cock as he tried to direct it into his hole. The CEO’s expression flickered even as he tried to keep it steady, tried to pay more attention to the images on the voice call’s screen. He tilted the monitor up just enough to block any hint of wrongdoing as Rhys finally managed to get Jack’s cock inside of him with a small gasp.

Jack tensed, trying to keep a calm face and focus as he started speaking to those gathered at the call as he stood at his desk, giving Rhys a little bit more space to fuck himself on Jack’s cock.

The CEO tried his best to pay proper attention—much as he didn’t like it, he’d need agreement, coerced or otherwise, from the heads of the main departments to move forward with his current plans—but with the eager movements of Rhys’ hips and the barely audibly moans Jack could nevertheless make out from behind the damp tie stuffed in his boyfriend’s mouth made it harder. Though with Rhys doing most of the work, he could almost zone out and just enjoy the pleasurable feelings in his stomach while his brain groped for words whenever someone in the call asked him a question.

“What? Oh yeah, sure,” he replied to the head of Marketing without really hearing what he was saying. Jeez, was Rhys always strong enough to fuck himself on Jack’s dick like this? Maybe it was the arm.

He could feel his knees growing a little weak thanks to his mountain arousal, but if he sat down there’d be little way to hide Rhys’ from the rest of the call. Not that he cared what they thought of him or his sexual appetites, but it’d be even harder to properly focus with Rhys grinding in his lap and blocking his view.

By the time Jack wrapped things up and managed to tap the End Call button he was teetering on the brink, finally reaching down to grab Rhys and hoist him properly up. He pushed his PA down against the desk, right through the hologram, and roughly snapped his hips. His hands pressed hard against the back of Rhys’ neck, earning a muffled choke from behind the gag.

“You’re so—ugh—naughty—“ Jack growled through his teeth as he thrusted harder into Rhys, finally tipping over the edge only a couple moments later. He buried himself inside his PA, forcing the both of them to come in tandem, with Rhys splattering all over the surface of the desk.

“Like how it feels when I give you my full attention?” Jack laid over Rhys’ body to coo in his boyfriend’s ear, garnering a satisfied moan.

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It’s a free site to use, but not to run or to maintain, especially not with all these net neutrality battles.

Here’s a list of the OTW’s projects.

Here’s its Terms of Service.

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Kinktober Day 11 – Gunplay/Object Insertion

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Title: Hair Trigger

Fandom: Borderlands, Tales From The Borderlands

Ship: Rhys/Hugo Vasquez

Tags: Trans Rhys, Rape/Non-Con, Gun Play, Object Insertion, Improper Use Of A Firearm

Summary: Rhys knelt on the scalding hot dirt floor below them, Vaughn nowhere in sight and Vasquez towering above him – a gun trained on his face as he craned his neck up to glare at his douche bag of a former co-worker, not saying a word to the older man even with the litany of insults that sat on his tongue.

He was thankful that Vaughn wasn’t there to see what Vasquez was probably going to do to him – he didn’t want to have to deal with the shame of his best friend seeing… whatever his weird punishment turned out to be. Jack wasn’t anywhere in sight either and that worried him terribly. He was sure that his only out would be if Jack decided to actually help him instead of doing what he usually did and mock him from the sidelines. The odds of that happening were incredibly dim, though.

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Kinktober Day 12: Costume, Rimming

Jack thought it was pretty bold of his current hookup to go to a Halloween party pregnant.

He figured most omegas would wanna avoid gatherings full of raucous, drunken alphas and betas while carrying a bun in the oven, but this Rhys had a little more spunk than the usual omegas Jack tried to hook up with. And a cybernetic arm that could probably swing a mean hook if anyone got a little too handsy.

…Well, anyone other than Jack. Rhys seemed pretty okay with letting Jack get all up in his business.

After some light conversation—which quickly progressed to heavy flirting on the behalf of both parties—Jack brought Rhys away from the main floor of the party and into one of the little rooms far enough away from the action that no one would bother them. With the door closed Jack could properly get down to business, his hands groping the omega’s hips as he brought their lips together, groaning as he finally tasted Rhys’ sweet mewling.

Sweet really was apt, too, considering Rhys’ costume. That’d been the first thing to catch Jack’s eye—in a sea of generic vampires, werewolves, and masquerade masks, the waffle cone printed pants and ice cream scoop dress shirt definitely stood out. Helped too that the omega was a beauty and exuded delightful pregnancy hormones from all the way across the dance floor. Jack had flocked to him like a magnet, and now his hands and mouth could properly indulge in this unexpected treat.

“Mmm….turn around, sugar,” Jack asked when he pulled away, even as his hands started to rotate Rhys towards the wall without waiting, “I wanna properly taste you. All over.”

“Y…Yes sir…” Rhys purred as he went willingly with the motion of Jack’s hands, pressing his palm against the wall as he leaned up against it, keeping his hips back to spare room for his belly. Jack’s fingers drifted to Rhys’ waistband, pulling at the stretchy material as he shimmied them down to his knees. Jack grinned at the sight of Rhys’ rear, perfectly plush and rounded and just begging to be plundered.

“God, baby, you smell so damn good,” Jack groaned as he sunk to his knees, leaving him face to face with Rhys’ cheeks, which he quickly parted to get where he really wanted. He could smell and feel the warmth radiating from Rhys’ slick hole, the scent making him salivate. He pulled the omega’s cheeks apart, admiring Rhys’ hole for a brief moment before pressing his mouth up against it.

Jack felt the shudder that wrung through Rhys’ body, filling him with pride and need as he pressed the flat of his tongue up against the omega’s hole, tasting him proper for the first time and god did he taste amazing.

Rhys shifted his hips back, rutting up against Jack’s mouth as if to urge him deeper. Not one to deny such a precious, pregnant omega, Jack began to probe his tongue against Rhys’ slick hole before forcing the tip inside.

Wonderfully, the moan that rung out of Rhys’ was just as delicious as his taste. Jack shivered, already convinced this was going to end up a great night after all.

Kinktober Day 12: Licking, Pet Play

Jack liked the responsiveness of Rhys’ new ears. They were much better than the felt headband they’d been using beforehand, which sufficed enough at the time but lacked that something special to take their roleplay to the next level.

It connected to Rhys’ port through a slim silver cable, syncing with the cybernetic implants that helped process his emotions and motor function.

They weren’t exactly realistic in their look—made up of sleek chrome forms but lighted on the inside by flickering blue LEDs—but Jack didn’t mind. He liked how they would twitch when Rhys felt curious or lay back against his head when he was offended. And of course whenever Jack touched them they would flick and flutter against his hand, responding in kind as Rhys leaned into his palm with a smile and a satisfied purr.

Every time Jack came home to see Rhys had stripped down to his boxers and plugged the ears in, he felt comforted and relaxed, more than willing to let his little kitten explore his body and do whatever his instincts told him to.

Today Jack pulled off his jacket tossed it onto the arm of the couch before plopping down on a cushion, a tell-tale chime ringing out from the hallway as Rhys bounded out into the living room and made a bee-line right for the CEO sitting on the couch.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore, eyes, sweetheart?” Jack reached out to stroke Rhys’ ears as soon as he got close enough to hop atop the couch. Rhys rubbed his face against Jack’s chest, a happy purr warbling in his throat as Jack pet his head and scratched his artificial ears.

The young man lifted his head after a moment, nuzzling from Jack’s chest all the way up to his jaw. Jack tilted his chin back, giving Rhys access as he opened his mouth and pressed it affectionately up against his skin.

Rhys’ tongue felt a lot better than a real cat’s probably would—nice and soft and wet, lapping all over Jack’s cheeks and lips in sloppy kisses before dipping his head to lick along his neck and collarbone.

Rhys rested his hands atop Jack’s shoulders as he licked all over the man’s face, earning snickers from the older man as he tickled his skin. Soft, happy little mewls trilled in between each lap, Rhys utterly eager to please as he seated himself in Jack’s lap and enjoyed the broad hands rubbing his ears and stroking down his spine.

“This is the kind of welcome I’m talking about…” Jack crooned as he continued to pet his kitten, already thinking where he really wanted Rhys to lick next.

Kinktober Day 11: Object Insertion

Jack was way too tired to properly fuck Rhys right now.

Too bad Rhys wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Even though Jack had already curled himself up on the couch with a glass in one hand and a nearly-finished bottle of wine in the other, Rhys wouldn’t let up. No, he plopped himself right down on the cushion next to Jack, dressed in a yellow sweater snatched from the laundry basket and that pair of flimsy blue shorts that Rhys knew Jack liked best. But the alpha wasn’t gonna give in. After a long day in the office, he was tired and for once not in a mood to please his omega.

“Babe, c’mon,” Jack moaned as Rhys planted both hands atop his thighs, trying to get into his space. The pout on Rhys’ face was hard to ignore—as was the twitch in Jack’s crotch—but it wasn’t near enough to get Jack to pop up and do what Rhys clearly wanted him to do.

“Jack, don’t tell me you’re tired, I’ve been waiting all day,” Rhys moaned, one hand leaving Jack’s thigh to slide up against his stomach, picking up the hem of his shirt. “You know my heat’s right around the corner.”

“Bullcrap, Rhysie, it’s not for another couple weeks. You’re just being needy,” Jack growled as he poured the rest of the wine into his glass, gripping the neck of the bottle tight as he took a long, gratifying sip. Rhys pouted at him from behind the glass as he shifted closer, scent needling. Jack tried to ignore it and listen more to the throbbing in his body and his need to get nice and tipsy.

“Please? Jack, don’t leave me hanging.” Rhys nearly clawed at Jack’s stomach in his haste, nearly causing him to choke on his wine. Jack gasped, a little trickle of red running down his lips.

“Damn it, pumpkin, you—“ Jack let his glass clatter against the side table as his fingers gripped into Rhys’ collar, yanking him over his lap. “—get over here.”

Rhys landed with his hands on one side of Jack with his knees on the other, laid across his lap like a table. Jack gripped the bottle tightly as he snapped Rhys’ shorts down over his ass with the other. He pressed his palm up against the cleft between his cheeks, feeling the heat and moisture radiating from his hole. Well, Rhys hadn’t lied about being horny.

“Needy little brat…always demanding daddy’s attention…you’ll take what he wants to give you, ‘kay?” Jack grunted as he shook the mouth of the bottle against his palm, licking any remaining drops of wine from off his skin. Once he finished, he pressed his hand to the back of Rhys’ neck as he gripped the fat end of the bottle, pushing the neck between Rhys’ asscheeks.

The omega reacted instantly, crying out even as he pushed back against the foreign object pressing into his hole. Jack only grunted in response as he pushed in deeper. He initially meant it as punishment, to ward Rhys away from bothering him for sex when he clearly wasn’t interested, but as the bottle’s neck sunk deeper and Rhys’ noises grew louder, his dick pulsed and rubbed up against the inside of his fly.

“Daddy…please, more…” Rhys groaned, able to lift his head and look up as Jack’s palm moved from his neck to his shoulder. Jack bit his lip as Rhys ground down against his thighs, spurring him to begin thrusting the now-slicked bottle neck in and out of the omega.

“This is what you deserve…little brat…” Jack growled as he turned the bottle inside of Rhys before shoving in harder, getting the wider flare of the bottle further inside him, the embossed glass designs rubbing against Rhys’ sensitive flesh and getting the omega crying proper from need. Jack pressed his thighs together, warmth tingling in his belly and groin as he tried to get Rhys to orgasm as quickly as possible. But a writhing, begging omega in the lap was hard to ignore.

With one last thrust of the bottle Rhys finally came, jerking all over Jack’s pants and the couch below as his hips moved through his release. He dropped his head as he panted, eventually going all boneless in Jack’s lap, the weight of sweet-smelling omega not helping his own boner.

“…Still tired?” Rhys turned his head to ask with a sleepy smirk, his hand feeling out for Jack’s crotch. The alpha stiffened, narrowing his eyes down at Rhys as he pulled the bottle from Rhys’ ass with a quiet squelch.

“I’m gonna stay right here, pumpkin…” Jack sighed as he leaned back, spreading his legs. “But if you wanna help daddy get off…go to town. We’ll see where things go from there.

“Rhys thankfully got the hint and slid off Jack’s lap to his knees, wincing a bit in lingering memory of the stiff bottle inside him.

Kinktober Day 11: Cross-Dressing

Rhys had told Jack to go ahead to the party without him. When Jack had raised an eyebrow—knowing his boyfriend never turned his nose up at free food and alcohol—Rhys had merely insisted he’d meet up with him later.

Though suspicious, Jack went ahead anyway, wrestled in a nice tuxedo at Rhys’ insistence. However he still felt naked at this fancy shindig without his boyfriend pressed to his side. Lately they’d been nothing less than a pair no matter where they went, and Rhys’ continued absence even with the promise he’d make his appearance later had Jack all antsy.

At least until the ornate doors atop the grand staircase opened up, snapping Jack’s attention to the figure clad in white and gold, silhouetted by the light of the hallway behind him.

Jack’s heart leapt up into his throat as the figure began to descend the staircase, giving him a better look. The dress trailed on the steps like melting gold, shining in the party lights alongside the rhinestones woven into the lace bodice. Feet clad in petite white shoes took delicate strides, revealing legs beneath the hem that Jack knew all too well. Familiarity clawed at his stomach as his eyes snapped to the late arrival’s face, picking out Rhys’ features from beneath the cascading brown hair and the splash of blue and gold makeup bleeding out from the eyes.

“Holy—pumpkin? That you?” Jack gaped as he pushed his way through the stunned crowd just as Rhys reached the last stair. The young man stood, letting the hem of his dress flutter around him. He looked a little exhilarated and slightly nervous, though Jack wasn’t sure why—the entire damn ballroom must be in total awe of how wonderful he looked. Jack took one last step forward, unable to contain the grin spreading across his face as he reached for Rhys’ hand.

“Now this is a surprise,” Jack crooned as he carefully helped Rhys down the last bit of stair, amused as his boyfriend’s heels pushed him just a little bit taller. Jack lifted his hand as he kept eye contact with Rhys, brushing his lips against his silky knuckles. That earned him a chuckle from his boyfriend’s painted-pink lips.

“Well, that was kind of the point.” Rhys tilted his head, the little golden Hs in his ears softly jingling. “Bet you were expecting me to show up in a suit.”

“Mmm. Well, I didn’t know you even had this.” Jack’s other hand came to rest against Rhys’ waist, rubbing his body through the sheer, almost negligible fabric. “Oh, we’re gonna have to get a lot more mileage out of this, cupcake.”

“Just don’t rip it,” Rhys chastised as he let Jack pull him closer, neither man caring that the rest of the room still stared in their direction. “I like this outfit, I don’t want it to get wrecked by act of Jack.”

“Oh I’m sure I can work around it,” Jack purred as his hand slid down to cup the top of Rhys’ ass, smirking at his boyfriend’s shiver as he nibbled his lip. “Later, sweetheart. Lets get you full of food and alcohol first.”

Rhys’ eyes glimmered, allowing Jack to keep his hands wherever he wanted as the CEO lead him over to the refreshment table.

Mail order bride Rhys! Where omegas are routinely kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder and Jack decides he needs to get people off his back about “heirs to the kingdom.” Rhys nearly stabs him to death after he opens that crate.

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This labeled as All Sales Final. Thanks @thirtysixsavefiles for the title AHAHA Also on my ao3 here 🙂 My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.

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Jack sighed in annoyance as he gazed upon what should be the solution to his ever-present problems.

He’d thought “crate” had been an exaggeration, but there it was, right smack dab in his office where he’d had it delivered. The offending item was not what he’d pictured for the money he’d spent.

It stood upright- quite a bit taller than himself- old sticker labels that had been peeled off and reapplied identifying the contents as ‘generic biological samples’ to be handled with care. It didn’t stand out like something fancy and shiny might, thus it didn’t draw unwanted attention. It was an eyesore compared to the general grandeur of his office, but he supposed the real prize was what was inside.

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It must be a goddamn Halloween miracle because WE HAVE AN UPDATE.

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Chapter 17 is currently live and dandy. Have a gif with a surprise ending xD

…i’m still technically on hiatus, buuuut let’s just say ya kind words and folks coming out of the woodwork and shit brought a spark of motivation back enough to pick this back up after 2 months.

Also… i did something. Hold on to your butts >:3

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This is Superman.

Superman is a tiny tiny little rooster who unfortunately was a little bit stunted in the growth area when he was a little chick.

Brother and sister, born at the exact same time.

He eventually caught up but by then the flock had basically bullied him so much for being tiny he’d been entirely ostracized and turned into a complete loner so now he has to live all by himself over with the cows, but he doesn’t care one bit because now he’s the leader of four big brown four legged chickens and honestly who can say that.

Also he’s super-cuddly.

I love him.

my name is Cow
i haf to bend
so i can see
my tiny frend
he cares for me
and all the herd
i care for him
i lik the burd

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May this meme never, ever die.