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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 12 CNC(Consensual Non Consent)/Roleplay Joel Miller x Reader

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Please heed these warnings and the warnings put in place on each individual fic and chapter. Your reading and consumption of my work is your responsibility but I will endeavour to mitigate any discomfort for you, the reader, as possible. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. Specific Warnings: DDDNI, This is pretty Dark, Roleplay, It's all consensual but it is CNC(Consensual Non-Consent), Vaginal Fingering, gun play, knife play, struggle, threat of r*pe, threat around anal, Joel Miller's fucking mouth, degradation, slut shaming. Let me know if I missed anything. Graphic made by meThank you again to @patti7dc for beta-ing! Read on AO3Please consider checking out my ko-fi or patreon if you want to support me!

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 – Day 12 CNC

You’re rifling through an old grocery store, desperate to find some tampons, or even a menstrual cup. Your period’s due and living in the woods for the last few weeks has been rough. You are about to admit defeat when you hear the metallic click of a hammer being pulled back. Your blood runs cold as you silently curse your tunnel vision.

“Up.”

The deep voice behind you instructs and you obey. As you stand you try to subtly pull out the knife from your boot but a disappointed tut comes from behind you.

“Don’t ya even think ‘bout it, sweetheart.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying.” He grunts at that but says no more.

You rise slowly, your heart hammering in your chest as you rise to full height, hands up as you wait for the next instruction.

“Turn around f’me.”

You do as you’re told and your eyes go wide as you see the broad man in front of you, pistol aimed at your forehead as he smirks at you. He’s older by a few years, his patchy facial hair splintered with grey, as are the thick, once dark, curls that frame his face. If he didn’t have a gun pointed at you, you might have found him attractive.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone huh? Dangerous place to be caught unawares.”

“There aren’t any infected around here these days, been scoping the place out-,”

You’re cut off by the stranger closing the distance in one long stride, the barrel of the pistol presses into your ribs as his free hand snatches your jaw, fingers digging painfully into your flesh.

“Ain’t talkin’ bout infected darlin’, much more dangerous things out there than them.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You try keep your voice strong, knowing all too well what’s coming next. You try to be brave, keep the tears from spilling. You won’t give him the satisfaction of that.

“Me.”

He shoves you back against the wall, pressing his thigh between yours as he tilts your head to the side, pinning you with his body as you feel the hard length of his cock pressed against your belly. You whimper, the last ounce of resolve in you broken as you realise there’s no escaping what’s about to happen.

“Please, I just needed supplies, please don’t do this.” You try anyway as he dips his head down to your neck, strong nose pressing into your flesh as he sucks a mark into your exposed skin.

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t have any control over this y’hear? The less you struggle the less I have’ta get rough with ya, we clear?”

You let out a small noise of agreement, something between a whine and a sob. You try and relax, letting your body go limp as your assailant rips open your flannel shirt, revealing your breasts, covered in a threadbare bra and little else.

“What’s your name darlin’? I’m Joel.”

“What’s it matter to you?” You snap, eyes fixed on an empty, rusting, magazine stand as you try not to think too hard about how wet you are as a result of this stranger’s large, groping, hands.

“Play nice little kitten or I’m going to stop being such a gentleman.”

One of his hands grabs your face, calloused fingertips digging in painfully as he yanks your head back to look at him. His nostrils are flared and his eyes wide with rage, you flinch away from him, and you hear a soft chuckle escape his plush lips. You mutter your name, and he softens a little, his eyes shining with appreciation.

“Good girl. Now, you’re going to hop up on this counter here, ‘kay?”

You nod obediently, legs shaking as he guides you to the ledge. You jump up of your own accord and Joel nods in approval as he starts to unbutton your jeans, pulling your panties and pants down in one swift motion. You squirm as the cool air hits your slick folds.

“Look at that,” Joel whistles low as he cups your sex with one of his meaty hands, his coarse palm rubbing on your clit as he strokes his fingers through your embarrassingly wet cunt, “You getting off on this?”

“No.” You breathe as you tremble under his touch, you look away again and he tuts once more.

“Look at me, and quit lyin’ you little whore.”

Your breath catches in your chest as Joel’s free hand wraps harshly around your neck, pressuring your windpipe as he presses a thick finger inside you. You can’t help yourself, you let out a tight whine as Joel fucks you with his finger, palm brushing over your clit and despite it all, or maybe – shamefully – in spite of it, you’re close.

“Joel.” You whimper softly and you watch through hooded eyes as Joel smirks in triumph.

“There you go, come on my fingers darlin’ I’ll treat you so nice if you just let me.”

“Fuck, m’coming Joel.” Your hands fly forward, finding his cheeks as you pull his mouth against yours. You groan loudly into his mouth as his tongue lashes against yours, devouring you as he feels you clamp around his finger.

“See, didn’t have to be scared kitten, I’ll take care of you.”

His breath fans over you as you come down from your high. Shame washes over you as you realise what you just did. You thrash away from him, clawing at his arms to try and break free. You forget about the gun pressed to your ribcage for a split second and punch him hard in the jaw.

“Fucking bitch!”

You hear the wail of a man incensed as you fall to your knees, scrambling away as you try to reach for your boot knife. But you don’t make it far, your legs weak, body numb as you try and come down from your orgasm.

“No more playin’ nice, fucking cunt. You ain’t going to enjoy this.”

Joel lands on top of you with a snarl as he shoves your face down onto the chipped and faded linoleum. You whimper as he forces your legs apart, your pants still around your knees from how he had you on the counter. You hear the rip of fabric as he forces them lower.

“Was just going to fuck your nice, pliable, little cunt, maybe even let you come again,” Joel lords over you as he spits on the crease of your ass, “Didn’t want to get nasty with you darlin’, but you’ve forced my hand.”

He lines his cock up against your tight cheeks and you whimper at the way he spreads them, baring your asshole to him. You feel his impossibly thick tip against the tight ring of muscle and you cry out in panic.

“Please, no.”

“Why? What have you fuckin’ done to deserve any mercy? Huh?”

“Can be good, promise.” You plead.

“Mmm, we’ll see,” There’s a shift in Joel’s tone as he leans over to whisper in your ear, “You doin’ ok down there darlin’?

“Yeah, still green for me, you?” You smile to yourself as you feel your body relax at Joel’s check-in.

“Emerald City green baby, just wanted to make sure.”

“But seriously, no butt stuff, not sanitary.”

“Agreed, you ready to go?” Joel whispers softly against your skin as he presses tender, doting kisses to your shoulder.

“Uh-huh, oh, and Joel?” You say with a smirk as you look over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah?”

“Punish me for being such a brat.”

The switch flips and you see the look on Joel’s face, dark and deadly, before you resume your position with your face pressed into the worn lino.

“You going to be a good girl and let me fuck that sweet little cunt?”

“Yes, I promise, as much as you want.” You whimper as your clit aches at the tension rolling between you both.

“Might just keep you, was thinking ‘bout offin’ ya, can’t be having bitches with grudges hangin’ over me.”

“Promise, I’ll be so good to you, please, fuck my pussy.”

You’re playing along, literally and theatrically, as you love it when Joel gets this fucking dirty with you.

“Aw there we go, those’re the manners I’ve been looking for.” Joel purrs as he grabs at your hips, bringing you up so his dick lines up with your slick core.

“Look how sweet she looks, such a needly little hole for me.”

“Please.” You beg, it’s agony having him notched at your entrance, you’re dripping and all you want is for him to fill you up.

“Good girl.” He grunts as he thrusts into you, pulling you back on his dick as he fucks you. He’s impossibly deep and you whine as he pulls you up against him. You worry in the back of your mind about his knees, but he doesn’t seem to care as he bounces you up and down on his thighs. One of his hands wraps around your neck, pinning you to him and cutting off the airflow to your brain as his other hand drops to your clit.

“Gonna fill your little cunt up, make you leak all down your thighs like a dirty fucking whore.”

“Please, want your come in me.” You pant, your mind is blank as you feel yourself reach your peak. You love it when Joel lets go like this, using your body like a fucking toy, yet still makes sure you’re having a good time.

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

He groans in your ear as you clamp around his cock. Your vision is white as you convulse around him, gasping for air as his grip on your throat tightens. You scream out as your orgasm hits you like a slap to the face. Raw, electric, grounding.

Joel grunts and lets out a deep whine as he empties himself into you, huffing and wheezing as he fills you up. You loll back onto his shoulder and hum contentedly as he buries his nose in your hairline.

“We are definitely doing that again.”

Joel grumbles as he pulls you close against him, panting against your slick skin.

“Fuck yeah we are, but next time I get the gun.”

“That so?” Joel growls as he nips at the shell of your ear.

“Uh-huh, I wanna make you beg Joel Miller.” You tease and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Hmmm we’ll see, now come on, the horses are waiting.”

You groan internally as you realise that you’re still an hour out of Jackson. Your pussy throbs in morbid anticipation of being sat in a saddle for that long. But it was worth it. All the while, as you and Joel exchange shit-eating grins on your way back to Jackson, you know this was going to become a habit, and you were thrilled to see how far you could both push things.

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letstrytoohard · 6 months

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Gwyn lets herself into Azriel's home in an attempt to bribe him into being part of a group costume but finds Az wearing a Ghostface mask, in full thirst trap mode.

This is my first attempt at writing an actual smut scene so if it's terrible, just don't tell me.

#he isn't actually a murderer #and he only wears the mask for like three paragraphs #bc I can't stand to see his hazel eyes covered #how can they darken with lust if you can't even see them #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #smut #acotar #dom daddy az #praise kink? absolutely

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loganlermanstanaccount · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023

ok so i have very last minute decided to write some spooky stuff for October and these are the fics I've got planned for the next few weeks!

please don't kill me mr ghostface - murders on campus. the odd toothbrush goes missing. what's new, honestly. life keeps ticking and you end up at a Halloween party somewhere you shouldn't. there, you meet a gorgeous man in a strange mask. he seems sweet, and all you're looking for is a bit of fun. what could go wrong?

(stalker!Miguel x reader, slight yandere undertones. he's a murderer lowkey but very gentle and sweet and scary hot that's all guys I promise.)

trick or treat - Mr O'Hara is the nicest man you've ever met. Sweet, kind; he always makes sure to overpay you whenever you babysit Gabriella. He's never out later than he says, and sometimes you stay a little longer for a coffee and a chat after she heads to bed. After a couple months spent silently pining over the stoic man, you're asked to take the graveyard shift - trick or treating with his daughter. And if you happen to stay a little longer - drinks and some dinner with Mr O'Hara - well, who can blame you?

(dilf!Miguel x babysitter!reader. slight daddy kink, age gap, gentle dom Mig. wanted to try my hand at this dynamic cuz i think its hot asf)

M a n e a t e r - Night in Nueva York. A deep underbelly that only one Miguel O'Hara can traverse - in all its stinking, bloody glory. Vampires run rampant, pulling strings in the highest echelons of society and rattling around at the lowest. He's a recluse, hunting the worst creatures of the night. For months, he's been on the trail of a notorious killer, tracking the trail of blood from its source. You're a doctor; haematologist by trade, frequenter of the city morgue, and a regular connect of Miguel's. After a particularly brutal killing; the two of you find yourselves intertwined - bonding over late nights and city lights. When one thing leads to another; he can't help but think... has the answer to this case been under his nose the whole time?

(vampire hunter!Miguel x reader - apart of a halloween collab event! i rewatched blade and blade runner 2099 so i am about to be so soo annoying about it. Dark themes, slight femdom, violence, etc etc)

#miguel o'hara x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #kinktober #miguel o hara x reader #spiderman 2099

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just-a-torn-up-masterpiece · 6 months

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a solace in the dark

kinktober 2023 masterlist

scarlet witch x reader

18+: mentions of murder and corrupted wanda, smut; wanda has a magic penis teehee, daddy kink, slight dumbification and degradation, restraints, edging, oral, breeding kink, overstimulation, fingering, choking, dom!wanda

wc: 1.4k

You told Wanda from the beginning that you’d be with her until the end. You promised her with each grain of earnestness you could find that whatever she may do, you’ll stay at her side. She’s glad you’re true to your word, that despite the decline into the darkness that took hold of her and dragged her down and down, you stayed with her.

Each life she takes for her own benefit, she dedicates to you. Her sweetest love, the only good part of her heart she has left. The witch adores you more than anything. Even more than the feeling of her magic strengthening with each power she drains, leaving a trail of destruction behind the pair of you that grew with each passing day.

People leave, she knows that fact all too well; chaos magic may fade, but you - her perfect little accomplice - will be with her forever.

She cupped your cheek with a smile reserved for you, towering over your body in nothing but her underwear.

“You were so good for me today,” she murmured along the skin of your throat, dipping her face into the crook of your neck to heat up your skin with her breath. “You know just how to please your witch.”

With each mission she sets the pair of you out on, you prove your loyalty - the Scarlet Witch has taught you well. Death and destruction are a second nature to you now, all too familiar with the way life fades from somebody’s eyes. She’s never loved you more.

Black tipped fingers trailed over your chest, pulling a pert nipple to be rewarded with the small whine at the back of your throat. They wandered over your body as her lips moved with yours, until they found a place around your neck, pushing the breath out of your lungs until your head grew fuzzy.

“Now, be a good girl and take what I give you.”

Her voice was tinged with that darkness that fills you with anticipation, the kind that lets you know she has frustrations to take out on you.

Your hands that had once lay upon her waist were soon above your head, encased in red tendrils that allowed zero movement. No amount of fidgeting got them to give way and the pain that surrounded your wrists with each fight against the restraints made you hungry for her touch.

“Have you not learned by now, sweet girl?” she tutted. “There’s no escape. Even a dumb little whore like you should’ve worked that out.”

She knows you don’t want reprieve but she also knows the forceful promise of having no choice in the matter makes your cunt throb for her; with your naked body in front of her she can see the soaked mess between your legs.

“Or is that all you are, hm?” the woman mused, peppering kisses across every part of your exposed body she could reach. “A stupid little fucktoy. Needy and pathetic, completely dependent on me.”

“Daddy, please,” you breathed out in frustration, only making her smirk at your writhing desperation. “I want you - I need you - please. I’m all yours.”

The woman knows she practically owns you but hearing it from your lips is nothing short of divine.

Your hips lifted into her on their own accord when her tongue licked a swipe through your pussy, grunting into you at your taste. Hands tainted with darkness crawled up your body, nails scraping over your flesh as her tongue worshiped your cunt like drinking from a holy altar.

The peripherals of your vision took in the sight as much as you could in your held down position; the head between your thighs and the lusting eyes that peered up at you, the stygian digits that clawed at your body and toyed with your nipples.

Each flick of her tongue was as perfect as ever, teasingly poking at your entrance and her lips that sucked your swollen bud made your legs threaten to clamp around her head.

Your pulse raced with the fast approaching orgasm readying itself to wash over you and that’s what made it that much more aggravating when she pulled away with glistening lips. She merely chuckled at the pointed glare you shot her way as she wiped her chin clean of your juices and with a flick of her wrist your arms were free and she was on top of you again.

“I’m gonna fuck a baby into this pretty belly of yours,” she rasped, her lips ghosting yours with her words as the cock she’d fashioned herself with nudged at your hole. Her soaked pussy had been transformed into a dick that throbbed with ravenous hunger for your body. “You want that? You want daddy to fill you up?”

Your head swam at the mere concept, your body grew painfully hot and any words you tried to muster didn’t seem enough to verbalise your enthusiasm. Instead, you settled on a grasp of fingers around her length, guiding it into you with symmetrical moans from the both of you at the feeling of her sliding into the warmth of your sex.

You clenched around her as she stretched you open, pushing deeply into you until you’d taken it all. With one hand pulling her face to yours for a kiss filled with utter electric fervour, and the other grabbing at the plush of her thigh, you encouraged the snapping of her hips into you.

The gentle pace she set out on contrasted the fierce roughness that surrounded any other part of her life that didn’t involve this. Her and you. This bubble of solace that serves as the only comforting escape either of you can fall into. With all of the loss the both of you have endured, the stability of having each other eternally was sacred.

And to know this all powerful witch could have moans pulled out of her by you only made you love her more. The feeling of your greedy pussy pulling her into you made her groan into your mouth, feeling the throbbing of her cock with each time she bottomed out into you.

The hand that wasn’t holding her body up settled around your neck, stealing the breaths you tried to take whilst she sunk her teeth into your collarbone.

“You’re gonna look so pretty all swollen with my baby,” she uttered, quickening her rhythm with the soon nearing releases creeping up on you.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you stuttered out, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her into you as much as you could, grabbing at her back with streaks of pink decorating her skin from your nails.

“Me too, honey,” she returned with a choked moan falling into the plane of flesh between your breasts.

With her cock filling you up, and the tightening of your cunt around her it didn’t take much for the both of you to cum; the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin hitting into skin, groans of pleasure accompanying the audible sound of her filling you up.

You felt the warmth of her seed painting your pussy, overcome with pleasurable sensations as she fucked her cum into you, milking herself of all she could with slow glides of her hips into you; her new position on her knees allowed her to watch your shaking body bathe in the moment. She watched hungrily how she disappeared into you, how your chest rose and fell to catch your breath.

Wanda watched the perfect way you whimpered at the emptiness when she pulled out of you, and how you squirmed at the fingers she thrust into your leaking hole. The cum filled cunt soaked her fingers when they buried themselves into you and the woman couldn’t deny the sadistic amusement she entertained herself with whilst your dazed body begged for reprieve when her thumb rubbed over your sensitive clit.

“One more,” she whispered. “For me.”

You couldn’t even form a half-amused, snarky comeback at her faux innocent tone, too overstimulated by it all as she quickly worked you into another orgasm with the attentive assault she forced onto you.

Tears filled your eyes at the bordering painful ache but you let her pull you over the edge and took the fingers she nudged at your lips, slackening your jaw to suck them into your mouth. Her cum coated your tongue as you licked her digits clean, basking in the taste, distinctly hers and faultlessly sublime.

And when she pulled you into her side whilst your heart still thrummed in your chest, you smiled into the soft kiss she pressed to your lips, knowing that it beat for her and hers beat just for you.

#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader

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morallyinept · 6 months

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A collection of Pedro Pascal Character Kinktober Masterlists I've enjoyed reading from 2021, 2022 & 2023. I'll add to this list as I read and discover more.

This list also features Specific Pedro Character Kinktobers, Flufftober, Winktober, Whumptober, Haunted Hoedown and writer specific creations such as Cowboytober, Bangathon & Smutsgiving.

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

Check out more amazing fics here on my Pedro Pascal Character Fic Rec List.

☝🏻If you have a link to your fully, or partially, completed Kinktober Masterlist that's not featured here already, please let me know as I'd love to read and feature you! 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

KINKTOBER 2021:

Kinktober Masterlist - @flightlessangelwings

Kinktober Masterlist - @absurdthirst

Kinktober Masterlist - @queridopascal

Kinktober Masterlist - @oogaboogasphincter

Kinktober Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting

Kinktober Masterlist - @lilkermit14

KINKTOBER 2022:

Kinktober Masterlist - @flightlessangelwings

Kinktober Masterlist - @absurdthirst

Kinktober Masterlist - @psychedelic-ink

Kinktober Masterlist - @foli-vora

Kinktober Masterlist - @moralesispunk

Kinktober Masterlist - @chaoticgeminate Javi G Specific

Sintober Masterlist - @whiskeynwriting

Maxwell Lord Kinktober - @toomanystoriessolittletime Maxwell Lord Specific

Whumptober Masterlist - @novemberrain-writes

Winktober Masterlist - @oonajaeadira Soft

KINKTOBER 2023:

Kinktober Masterlist - @palioom

Kinktober Masterlist - @spookykoolkat

Kinktober Masterlist - @flightlessangelwings

Kinktober Masterlist - @ghostofaboy M!Reader

Kinktober Masterlist - @absurdthirst

Kinktober Masterlist - @sageispunk

Kinktober Masterlist - @lincolndjarin

Kinktober Masterlist - @odetodilfs M!Reader

Kinktober Masterlist - @corazondebeskar Joel Miller & Din Djarin Specific

Kinktober Masterlist - @agentwhiskeysdarlin

Kinktober Masterlist - @moonlight-prose

Murder Daddy Kinktober Masterlist - @theywhowriteandknowthings

LJ's Bangathon - @prolix-yuy

Haunted Hoedown - @psychedelic-ink

Haunted Hoedown - @sweetenerobert M!Reader

Cowboytober Masterlist - @anabdaniels Agent Whiskey Specific

Flufftober Masterlist - @anabdaniels Agent Whiskey Specific

Joeltober Masterlist - @tinycozycomfort & @pascalisbaby Joel Miller Specific

Panda's Smut Sensation - @thetriumphantpanda

October 500 - @trulybetty Autumnal Prompts

Smutsgiving 2023 - @something-tofightfor Thanksgiving Prompts

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beefrobeefcal · 4 months

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Friendos, it is time for the first installment of...

Theywhowriteandknowthings aka Knowy

@theywhowriteandknowthings was one of the first e-friendos I made on this site and has been a champion for me while I found my groove in my fic writing shoes. They were one of my first beta'ers for my works and offered super insightful & valuable input as well as their friendship. Their writing inspires me to keep pushing myself outside of the box and their encouragement makes it easy to do so!

Thank you, Knowy!

I-will-not-ask-you-where-you-came-from regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

Here's my Top 5 of @theywhowriteandknowthings work:

First Time's the Charm - Javi Gutierrez

This is the first fic I read of Knowy's and It came at me right before the Birth of Beefro. I was still loitering under my original tumblr account at the time and I wasn't even remotely looking at writing. But this fic led me into a deep dive into the Peepaw FF world and I never looked back - I have a massive soft spot for this fic, as well as it is very saucy!

Rendezvous in Reno - Dieter Bravo

NOW THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. I have read this fic many a time and I enjoy it more and more each time [I got to beta it and MY FUCK! i felt truly blessed and highly favoured]. Jus everything - the reader is an erotica writer and Dieter is a fan, his fabulous underwear, his dirty mouth, and his ego... MY GOD HIS EGO! This one is fun and should NOT be read while you sit in the same room as your in-laws FYI.

Creep - CreepyNeighbour!Joel Miller

This right here is a work of art. I got to beta this work again and I was a naughty pigeon and did it at work. LET ME TELL Y'ALL - I WAS LEFT UNABLE TO PERFORM MY DUTIES AS REQUIRED AFTER READING THIS. I should have taken the rest of the day to lay down and think on my sins because GOD DAMN. 10 out of 10 beefs for Creep. 🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩🥩

The Princess & The Duke - StepDad!Dave York

Okay, okay, okay... this is the oom papa mow mow of Dave York is your stepdad fics and I will fight anyone who opposes it. I love this series and the way Knowy has written Dave THE WAY HE DESERVED TO BEGIN WITH. I love the gentle badass he is in this and I hope reader's mom chokes on a carrot as she gives a 'Deep Throating 101' class at the local community collage.

SNAFU - Shifter!Frankie Morales

And my fav (even though I'm not ranking)! The one that started it all. This fic is not how I found them, but it is what made me want to get to know them and pick their delicious brain. It's a Frankie Fiend's wet dream and I had no idea how enraptured I could be with a Shifter Universe! I screamed into my pillow like a teenager and kicked my legs gleefully thinking about how Frankie shared his chicken wings with IQ. I will die on the hill that is marked: KNOWY'S SNAFU IS BEST USE OF SHIFTER AU This is an ongoing series and whether we get a new chapter soon or not, we will always have Bear!Pope memes. 🐻💜

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Sex Pollen/Pheromones Joel Miller x afab!Reader

Any & All Knowy's Miguel O'Hara fics Miguel O'Hara x afab!Reader

Whole Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Shore Leave Frankie Morales x afab!Reader x Santiago Garcia

Taungsdays, Am I Right? Din Djarin x afab!Reader

Hazy Days Din Djarin x afab!Reader

Breaking the Rules DBF!Joel Miller x afab!Reader

#friend of beefro fic rec #theywhowriteandknowthings #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal tummy #pedro pascal fanfiction #rec a fic festival 2023 #beefro is blessed #🥩

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noxturnalpascal · 4 months

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Writers on My 2023 Fanfic Wrapped

First Category is Writers (aka I will read ANYTHING they write).

@theywhowriteandknowthings

Vi is one of the most creative and encouraging people I've met on this website. They have a wonderfully creative mind and can always be talked into writing just one more story (at my insistence), even though they have a formidable WIP list. I love everything they write and I consider myself very lucky to have them in my life. 💜

This writer made my 2023 Fanfic Wrapped list (LINKED HERE). I urge you to peruse this writer's body of work to see what might tickle your fancy (aka make your loins tingle). 🫶 Please Like/Reblog/Share the Love

#joel miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #din djarin x reader #dieter bravo x reader #javier peña x reader #oberyn x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #theywhowriteandknowthings #noxturnalpascal #fanfic wrapped

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dnkinktober · 6 months

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DEATH NOTE KINKTOBER 2023

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ao3feed-ship-clintcoulson · 6 months

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - Day 10 ”Toys” - Pt 2 of “Who does this Belong To?”

This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Once again, this is a 18+ space and minors should not interact. Specific Warnings: Overstimulation, wand vibrator, unprotected PiV(Do Better), Papi Kink, Dom!Javi, Sub!reader, spanking, choking(mild), degradation (lots of it, Javi has a filthy mouth), come play(sort of??), bratty reader. Mentions of Infidelity and male masturbation

Sorry this is late, I was so busy with birthday stuff and I went back to work today and it’s just been a mess. But I hope you enjoy this! Thank you once again to the amazing @pastelnap and @wannab-urs for beta-ing for me!

Two weeks ago you’d felt so proud of yourself as you listened to Javi whine and come over his fingers as you left your shared apartment. Two weeks, and he hadn’t said a thing about it.

Until now.

Javi slams the door behind you as he captures your lips in his own, the kiss is possessive, hungry, and has you gasping for air. You push back against Javi, trying to convey that you want to go to bed, but he only pins you to the door more firmly.

“No.”

His tone is gruff as he wedges his knee between yours as he brings your wrists together over your head. His thigh presses firmly against your core as Javi leans back to look at you. Your lips are swollen and puffy as you pant up at him.

His dark eyes are hooded, his lips part a little as he smirks down at you. You arch your back as you grind yourself over his muscular thigh. His free hand closes around your throat, gentle enough to not leave a mark, but domineering enough to make you chase the pressure on your windpipe.

“Need you to tell me your safe word hermosa.”

“Gringo.”

“Fuck, you’re a bad woman.”

“Would you rather I say Steve?”

“¡Híjole! You’re going to pay for that mi amor.”

He leans in to nip at your jaw, his moustache raking delightfully against your cheek and you whine at the friction as his teeth sear marks into your skin. His tongue soothes over the sore flesh with tenderness and you’re a panting whining mess by the time he reaches your ear.

“You have two minutes to get to the bed, strip bare, arms above your head. Face down, ass up. Go.”

Javi releases you and walks off into the spare room he uses as an office when things get too hot at the office, or if he wants to be able to get up late and fuck you before work. You hesitate for a moment but as soon as his door is closed you practically leap over the sofa to get to your shared bedroom.

You strip off, throwing everyting in the hamper in the coner of the room and throw yourself onto the bed. You follow every instruction to the letter, doing no more or less than Javi commanded. You’re on your knees, thighs clamped tightly together, hands together up near the pillows. You wait, trying not to squirm in anticipation as you know if Javi catches you moving, you’re already in his bad books.

After a few agonsing minutes you hear the bedroom door close with a click. You hold steady, even though your whole body trembles in gentle quakes, like waves jostling a boat on the open ocean. But Javi is uncharacteristically silent as you try to keep your head. You want to turn and ask what’s taking so long, but you were being the perfect plaything tonight.

From the word “No.” you had realised this was payback for two weeks ago, when you punished him for kissing someone else. So, you were resisting every urge to be your usual bratty self. You know that when either of you take near-complete control like you had, there was always a reaction. A reverse swing of the pendulum of consensual power-play between you.

Then you hear it, a soft, whining drone behind you. It’s almost enough to make you turn, but you bury your head in the sheets grinding your teeth together as you try and figure out what you had in store.

“Open.”

Javi taps the each of your asscheeks ass twice, no nonsense, you do as you’re told. You shift your knees, easing forward on the sheets so that your thighs spread out for him. The humid air hits your exposed core and you sigh in anticipation.

You expect Javi to just take you, it’s something you both love. Even if you’re sore the next day, sometimes having a fraught, frantic fuck without prep was what you both needed. But what happens next has you reeling.

The firm press of something broad and vibrating against your clit makes your whole body convulse. It’s so much, a rolling, unrelenting ripple of sensation through your aching bundle of nerves. You whimper and whine as you struggle to maintain control over your body.

“How’s that feel hermosa?” Javi lilts from behind you. You can feel him hovering just behind you on the bed, careful not to touch you with anything but the wand.

“So good, fuck Javi.” You mewl as your orgasm builds so quickly you can barely think. You’re drooling into the sheets as you tremble whilst trying to stay still, following instructions like a good girl.

The crack of Javi’s free hand against your asscheek has you coming hard. The combined euphoric stimulation of your clit and the slap of his broad hand on your skin shoots pleasure straight to your core. You shake and tremble as you come down through your high and you fully expect Javi to pull the wand away and fuck you now.

The high-pitched whine doesn’t stop, if anything it gets louder as you feel the vibrations build against your aching clit. Javi chuckles as he sees you struggling to stay still. You whimper as you feel yourself building up again through the near-painful stimulation.

“Javi please, let me have a second to-,”

“No.”

Javi cuts you off by landing another heavy spank on your other asscheek.

“Javi!” You cry out as your walls flutter around nothing, your pussy desperate to be filled as the overstimulation has tears rolling down your cheek.

“Am I going to have to gag that pretty little mouth?”

Javi growls as he soothes his broad palm over your reddening flesh, his touch grounding you as you feel another orgasm building deep inside you.

“No, I’ll be quiet I promise.”

“No what?”

“No Papí.” You whine as your fingers and toes curl and your cunt squeezes around nothing as your second orgasm rips through you. You whimper and whine as Javi moves the wand back and forth, giving your clit a brief respite as he teases your entrance with it.

“Good girl.”

You hear the telltale sound of his belt coming undone and heat rushes to your cheeks and pricks at the tips of your ears as you realise he’s still fully dressed.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you,” He purrs as he taps your shoulder gently, “You’re going to keep this wand on your clit while I use you like a little fuck toy, understand?”

“Yes Papí, I’ll be good, do whatever you want.”

Your voice is weak and pathetic as you stutter through the continued overstimulation. Javi loves doing this to you, pushing you past your limits, but this is something else. This is intense.

“Good girl, remembering her fucking manners, now take it.”

You’re not sure if he meant the wand or his cock but the moment you take hold of the vibrator Javi plunges his cock deep inside you without warning. You bury your face in the sheets to muffle the wail of pleasure that rips through you as he splits you open. Your knees go weak, but Javi holds you firm, one hand on your shoulder, forcing you back onto his cock with every thrust. His other hand steadies you by your hip.

“Don’t even think about moving it away bebita.”

Javi snaps his hips against your ass and you hear his desperate, breathy groans as he rakes his thick cock through your slick walls. He’s close. Your cunt aches with overstimulated bliss as the vibrations sear into your swollen clit and you whimper and moan as each thrust only intensifies the pressure building deep in your core.

“You’re my perfect little cocksleve, choking me with this tight little pussy. Fuckin’ made for me to ruin.”

Javi growls through clenched teeth, his voice tight as he nears his release. The hot breathy moans and tight whining grunts are music to your ears as you come undone around him. Your body goes limp as your vision blurs. You drop the wand but Javi doesn’t seem to care anymore as his hips stutter and still inside you with a deep, throaty groan spilling from his lips.

You feel him come inside you, filling you up and spilling out of your pussy as he pulls out. You whine at the loss of sensation as your heart hammers in your chest, threatening to explode form the way your body is shaking and convulsing from three overstimulated orgasms. You roll onto your back, still trembling as you look up at Javi, his face a picture of triumph.

“Naughty girl.”

Javi scolds you gently but the buzzing of the wand stops as he turns it off and drops it over the edge of the bed. You hiss as he spreads your legs gently before running a finger up through your combined spend. He gently gatheres the combined slick and come on his finger and presses it slowly back into your cunt.

“Papí, please, no more.” You beg as you clamp your thighs around his forearm.

“You ready to tap out? What’s your safe word baby?” Javi’s voice loses all bravado, the silky sweetness a wild juxtaposition to the fact his middle finger is still buried to the knuckle inside you, plugging your pussy so you don’t leak any more of his come.

“Nuh-uh.” You whine, as much as you’re sore and aching for a rest, you never back down so easily with Javi.

“Looks like Papí needs to teach you another lesson.”

You groan at your own stubbornness but you know Javi is going to make it worth your while.

It’s going to be a long night.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 7 months

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Trying Something New - A Doctor!Joel x PharmaRep! Reader Fic

Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 1: Trying something New.

NSFW 18+ minors DNI. Warnings: This is mostly just porn, very little plot, Joel is mean, Manipulative!Joel, Mean!Joel, fingering, edging, smut, praise kink, dom!Joel, dark!Joel, reader insert, public sex/voyuerism, dirty talk, Joel’s mouth, Joel is a sleaze bag, transactional sex (implied), sex work (implied), power dynamic, coercion (if you squint). Let me know if I missed anything! No Reader description, no use of Y/N.

You chew on your bottom lip as you wait outside the conference hall. Your stomach in knots as you tap your foot impatiently against the abstract carpeting that looks like a piñata vomited into the ocean. Swirling vortexes of confetti are baked into the threadbare carpet in hues of orange, pink, and yellow; like rancid sprinkles on a stale sheet cake.

Your head snaps up as the rumbling baritone of Doctor Miller’s voice, bracketed by a gruff chuckle, catches your attention. He strides through the double doors, hair slicked back, dark glasses atop his brow, and patchy facial hair trimmed and purposeful.

His white dress shirt is open at the collar, way too many buttons undone to be justifiable at the conference. But this man is a legend on the Pharma circuit, so no-one dares challenge his laid-back approach to fashion. Tight black slacks fall over his toned legs and his dress shoes gleam like polished black mirrors.

Fuck he’s even hotter up close.

You almost forget to speak up as you watch him glide past you, other, less important, doctors trailing after him like lost puppies. Desperate for some of the Miller charm to rub off on them too.

“Excuse me, Doctor Miller?”

He stops dead in his tracks, one of the other doctors almost crashing into him at the abrupt halt. He turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised, his lips pursed into a hard line as he unashamedly looks you up and down. He lingers over your exposed cleavage, and you try not to smile too obviously at that.

I knew this dress would work.

You think to yourself as you feel vindication at spending two hours planning your hair, make-up, and outfit this morning. It was worth losing those few hours of precious sleep over.

“Hey there,” He drawls, his dark eyes raking over you, slower this time, as he addresses his entourage, “I’ll see you gentlemen later, golf in the morning yeah?”

The groupies nod eagerly in unison, like they wouldn’t miss it for anything. It’s almost pathetic, until you realise what you’re about to do is much, much worse.

You’re drowning in debt from college, your hopes and dreams crushed by an oversaturated job market in journalism, rent is due, and you’re behind on your sales quota. You’re running out of options, fast. So, trying something new had seemed like your only option when you booked into this conference weeks ago.

“What can I do for you sweetheart?” Joel’s dulcet southern drawl snaps you out of your thought spiral and you look up to see an amused smirk painted across his plush lips. His cheeks dimple and the rush of arousal that floods straight to your core is almost embarrassing.

“I-, I know this is bold, but could I buy you a drink?”

He pauses for a moment, and your heart sinks as the prospect of rejection hangs over you like a guillotine. Ready to cleave your last-ditch attempt at evading eviction in twain. Then the corner of his mouth twitches up and his eyes crease at the corner as he shrugs his broad shoulders.

“I think it would be mighty crass of me to accept such an offer, how about I buy you a drink?”

“Are you sure? I’m happy to-!”

One of his broad fingers presses firmly against your lips and every shred of feminism and self-respect leaves your body as his rough skin catches on your own. It’s like the pad of his finger is searing your skin, branding you with his mere touch.

“I won’t take no for an answer. Let’s go.”

He drops his hand only to move to your side, his broad palm splayed across the small of your back. It’s intimate, disarming, and suddenly you feel like you have lost all control of the situation. Your lips tingle at the ghost presence of his finger on your lips.

Joel guides you through the hotel lobby and into the bar, settling on a booth in a dingy little corner of the room. You slide into the booth, expecting him to take the seat opposite you, but he follows you, crowding you in towards the curve of the U-shaped seating.

Your heart all but bursts out of your chest when you feel the rough, hot press of his hand on your leg. He’s not even trying to hide the way he digs into the meat of your thigh, riding the hem of your dress up with the heel of his palm. You squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache that pulsates through your cunt.

“Doctor Miller-!”

“Joel. Call me Joel sweetheart.”

His voice is low in your ear, and you can smell his expensive cologne as his lips brush the corner of your jaw, his breath fanning against your skin as he hails a waiter with his other hand. The bridge of his glasses presses against your cheek and you can’t help but pine at the way he is too eager to even take them off.

“Joel, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like sweetheart? I’m giving you exactly what you came here for, a quick fuck in return for me prescribing those nasty little pills of yours right?”

Your cheeks flush with heat and your ears burn as you feel the shame of being caught out so easily. You want to protest, deny the accusation that pours into your ears, soaking into your bones with shame and arousal. But you can’t.

“I’ve never done this before, sales are down, rent’s due. I needed to try something new.”

You plead as you watch the waiter get closer, his smile bright as he looks at the two of you with a glimmer in his eye. Joel’s broad hand pushes further up your leg and you feel a thick finger ghost the lace of your panties and you gasp. Joel nips your earlobe painfully and you stifle the noise threatening to spill from your lips at the pain and tumbling pleasure that follows it as his tongue kitten licks against the sore skin.

“Shh, keep that dirty little mouth shut, don’t want him seeing what ‘m doing sweetheart. Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?”

Your lip quivers as he grazes his knuckle against the already drenched material of your thong. You should be embarrassed, maybe deep down you are, but the white-hot drip of arousal down your spine takes priority as you nod silently.

“Words sweetheart, come on, he’s almost here, ‘f he catches us I’m out of here.”

“Yes Joel,” You whimper, legs trembling as he eases a finger under the fabric, pulling it to the side as he growls in your ear at the way your slick paints his thumb as it glides through your obscenely wet folds, “I’ll be good, keep my mouth shut.”

“Good girl.”

Those two words make your brain short circuit. Your legs spread of their own accord as you feel him smile into your skin, his strong nose pressed into your hairline before he turns just in time to address the waiter. You can barely breathe as a thick finger teases at your entrance.

“Hey there, what can I get for you both?” His nasal twang barely registering as you focus on the sound of your own ragged heartbeat roaring in your ears.

“I’ll take a double of Lagavulin sixteen, neat.” Joel says with a syrupy sweetness that makes you want to roll your eyes. But you hold firm, smiling sweetly at the waiter as you order.

“Same for me.”

“Coming right up.” The waiter nods as he turns on his heel, seemingly oblivious to the depravity unfolding just below the table edge.

“Good taste in scotch.” Joel grumbles almost absently as he buries his face in your neck once more. His lips catch on your skin as he mouths a trail of kisses up to your ear. It’s excruciatingly slow, and your pussy clenches in anticipation as you silently beg him to just get on with it.

The waiter returns with your drinks, but they’re forgotten as soon as they’re set down as Joel slides a thick finger inside you. Your eyes roll back as he stretches your tight cunt out deliciously. He hooks his finger up against your g-spot with precision and he hums in your ear as he feels you clench around him.

“So wet. So desperate.”

His voice vibrates through your jaw as his facial hair burns against your skin, you’re so fucked out you wouldn’t care if he ripped you off the seat and fucked you over the table. You buck your hips to meet his thick finger and he chuckles against the shell of your ear.

“Being such a good little slut for me. Going to fuck you so dumb, fill up this tight little cunt with my fat cock until you’re leaking out around it. You want that sweetheart?”

“Yes, I want it, want it so bad, Joel.” You whimper as his thumb swipes lazily against your clit. You’re so close, your pussy flutters around his finger as he picks up the pace. Your eyes close as your spine crackles with electricity, flooding through your core as you feel the white-hot wave of pleasure crest—

Joel pulls his finger out of you harshly, knocking back his whiskey in one with his other hand before sliding out of the booth without so much as a look in your direction. You’re reeling as you look up at the broad span of his shoulders as he throws a few bills on the table along with a keycard. You clench around nothing, feeling painfully empty as you suppress a whine that tickles up your throat.

“Meet me upstairs in twenty minutes, and maybe you’ll get to come.”

Your chest heaves as you snap your legs shut, slick coats your thighs and drenches your ruined panties. You watch him as he stops at another table and your eyes go wide with shock. Your boss Chris, an utter sleaze-ball of a human is standing up to greet Joel. Your blood runs cold, and you swallow around the lump in your throat as both men turn to look at you.

I’m so fucked.

You think as a few words are said before Joel extends his hand to him and you watch in mortified horror as he shakes hands with the one that was only moments ago buried inside your cunt. They part ways and you sit there, unable to move as Joel reaches the elevator at the other end of the bar.

Your boss flashes you an uncharacteristically friendly smile and gives you a double thumbs up. Your eyes return to the elevator to see Joel’s eyes locked on you. You notice his middle finger buried to the knuckle between his plush lips as his cheeks hollow. He’s sucking himself clean of your arousal and you groan softly to yourself as your desperately empty pussy clenches at the sight. He winks as the elevator door closes and you slump back against the seat with a heavy exhale.

You wait fifteen minutes, checking the time on your watch every few seconds, until you can’t wait any longer. You finish your drink and snatch up the keycard. Your heels click loudly on the wood flooring and before you can reach the elevator you hear your boss call out your name. You turn slowly, anxiety bubbling up in your throat as you wait for that guillotine of shame and regret to fall.

“Not sure what you did, but Doctor Miller just agreed on a partnership deal with us. You’re getting a raise and a bonus honey, keep up the good work!”

Your smile is tight as you try and process the words coming out of his mouth. You lick your lips as you nod slowly, your head spinning and you look down at the keycard, then back up to your boss.

“Thank you, Chris. I’ll do you proud.”

You stumble into the elevator with an elated giggle spilling out of your mouth. You don’t know what the hell was waiting for you upstairs, but you do know that whatever it is, it’ll be worth it.

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 Day 23 - Drunk Sex Vampire!Frankie x Reader

General Warnings: 18+, as is the whole of my blog, I will mark anything specific but be aware this is predominantly a smutty blog that writes porn with plot. DNI if you are a minor. By reading further you have taken the responsibility to do so with the warnings I have given.

Specific Warnings: Drunk Reader (dubcon but established relationship), Twilight references (to piss off Frankie) Vampire sex, Vampire bites, Unprotected PiV (sort of), vampire vibes, oral F receiving, biting, vampire bites. Let me kow if I missed anything!

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You stumble through the door to Frankie’s apartment, shushing yourself in the way drunk people do, making decidedly more noise than if you’d just kept your mouth shut.

“Mi sol?” Frankie’s voice startles you and you yelp, falling over yourself as you try and get your shoes off. You’re hunched over, determined to stay on your feet, for some inexplicable reason.

“Go back to sleep!”

You hiss into the dark apartment, giggling to yourself as you finally get your left shoe off, before starting on the right. Frankie turns on the living room lamp and you groan in protest at the sudden burst of light.

“You know I don’t sleep, hermosa, do you need help?”

You hesitate before looking up to see Frankie smirking down at you, dressed only in olive-green sweatpants and – of course – his Standard Oil baseball cap. You roll your eyes at the ensemble, but you can’t deny, no matter what Frankie wears, he’s gorgeous.

“Please.” You whine as you give up, plopping down on the floor unceremoniously as you watch your boyfriend saunter over to you with an amused grin on his face.

“You look like you had a good time.”

Frankie’s thick fingers ghost against your skin as he undoes the tiny little buckle on your strappy heels that bested you in your inebriated state. You hum as the mere brush of his calloused palm on your ankle sends heat driving to your core.

“The best, Damien scored, and Lisa and I caught up, her baby’s almost a year old, can you believe that?”

“That so?” Frankie encourages you softly as he pulls you up to your feet, steering you to the other side of the studio apartment, settling you on the kitchen counter as he gets you a glass of water, some juice, and a snack.

“Yup, still looks like a potato though,” You hiccup, and Frankie lets out a soft snort at you, “Not sure why people think babies look cute, they’re all…” You make a wiggling gesture with your fingertips and scrunch your nose at him as he brings over the snacks and drinks, “Wrinkly.”

“Dios mío,” Frankie chuckles as he pops open the Ziplock back of high protein snacks and pops something salty into your mouth, “Children are a blessing mi sol.”

Something in your drunken brain takes the statement too much to heart. You feel tears welling in your eyes as your heart clenches painfully at the thought of not wanting kids.

“I’m sorry Frankie.” You sob as you swallow painfully around the lump in your throat as you wash the bitterness down with a swig of water. Frankie is between your legs in a flash, you’re still not used to how fast he can move, and you wince slightly. His hands rub gently over your bare arms, coarse skin catching delightfully against your own softness.

“What are you sorry for mi sol? For being drunk? That’s not something to apologise for, you were having fun-,”

“For not wanting your babies.”

Frankie’s hands still on your biceps and you look up to see sadness pulling at his brow, his eyes glistening with shame as his lips part gently. It’s funny when Frankie does something so ingrained in muscle memory like sigh because very little actual air comes out, yet the hard-wired expression of exasperation remains.

“We’ve talked about this, even if I- if we, wanted children it’s not possible. I don’t have the tools for the job, haven’t had them for over a century. I have made my peace with that, and I am glad you don’t want them, it makes it easier for me to reconcile it.”

“You sure?” You sob, well aware that snot is dribbling over your lip.

“I am very sure, I was simply trying to say, maybe, just maybe, don’t call your best friend’s baby a wrinkly potato.”

“I would never to her face!” You gasp dramatically at the notion, and you smile as you see Frankie’s eyes sparkle with amusement. You narrow your eyes at him as you wipe the tears and mucus from your lip.

“There we are, I much prefer when you glare at me like that, rather than crying over something as silly as thinking you would lose me over something neither of us can control.”

“When you put it that way I feel like an ass.”

You pout and cross your arms over your chest, immediately feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment wash over you.

“But you are my ass.” He grumbles into your hair as he wraps his arms around you, pressing you against his chest and you inhale his floral body wash as you press soft kisses to his bare skin.

“About three things I am absolutely positive,” You start, a shit-eating grin forming on your lips, “First, Francisco is a vampire.”

“Mi sol, what are you doing?” Frankie grumbles as you snicker against his chest, mouthing lightly at his left nipple.

“Second, there is a part of me – and I don’t know how potent-,”

“Mi amor please, stop. Not the twilight quoting again.”

“That part might be – that thirsts for my blood.”

“Seriously, you’re being so lame right now.”

“And third, I am unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.”

There’s silence as you wait for him to scold you, to threaten to make you shut up with some lewd act involving his dick or his mouth. But it doesn’t come. You lean back and look up to see shock on Frankie’s face.

“You love me?”

The realisation hits you and you feel the colour drain from your cheeks.

“Uh, well, it was the quote and, well, yes I guess- I guess I do.” You fumble as you give him an awkward grin, teeth bared as you wince a little at your drunken admission.

“I love you too, so much.”

“I love you too.” You breathe as you lean up to press your lips against his, it’s a gentle, tender brush of lips as you snake your hands around his neck. You twist your fingers into the soft curls that brush his skin there.

“I know. You just told me so, by way of a twilight quote.” Frankie chuckles softly as you part, looking down at you with hungry, but kind, eyes.

“Asshole.” You grumble but you’ve already noticed the hard press of his cock against your thigh, you smirk and tug on his hair a little firmer than you would normally. He groans and crashes his lips into yours.

His fangs slide out and he makes sure to nick your bottom lip before gliding his tongue over the shallow cuts.

“You sure you’re sober enough for this hermosa?”

“I am, I promise,” And it’s true, you want this, bad, “Plus, I’m sure you can siphon off a little of the alcohol in my system to help a girl out.”

You roll your head to the side, exposing your neck where Frankie can just about see the evidence of his bite from last week. The marks too acute for the human eye to see, but he sees them like shining stars on a cloudless night.

“Fuck you’re a bad girl.” He groans as he drops his head to your shoulder mouthing gently at your pulse point as he glides the blunt curves of his fangs over your skin. You whine at the way he licks a long, slow stripe up to the shell of your ear, his strong nose buried into your hair as he takes a deep breath in.

“I’m your bad girl.”

“I’m not fucking you on the counter after confessing my love to you, come on.”

Frankie hoists you up, wrapping your ankles around his waist as he strides towards your bedroom. The same bedroom that he fucked you – and fed from you – in six months ago.

Frankie crawls into the middle of the bed, somehow managing to manoeuvre your combined bodies so that you’re straddling him. The sound of fabric tearing has you pulling back from Frankie’s lips. You furrow your brow as you look down at your ruined dress. He’s torn it completely from your body, leaving you in just your lacy panties and bra.

“Oops.” He chuckles before reaching for your panties. You catch his wrists just as he starts to tug at the lace.

“Francisco no! I love this set.”

“Fine.” He draws out the word in mock exasperation as he tips you backwards, your head resting just short of the end of the bed. You giggle as he brushes his lips up each thigh, starting at the inside of your knees. His facial hair scrapes blissfully against your tender skin as he makes his way up to your clothed cunt.

He takes his time, lingering here and there, laving his tongue over the trail of previously marked skin; some as large as freckles, others pinpricks. Evidence of the thousands of times you have let him feed on you, most of the time when he had you spread out for him like this.

But sometimes, when he’d had a bad day, or you were feeling extra generous, you’d let him feed. Drink from you for something deeper than sex. It was an act of service on your part, and you know you’ll never grow tired of having Frankie drink from you.

“Always so good to me, mi amor, look at the constellations adorning your skin. Star maps of our devotion.” Frankie murmurs against your skin

“Christ, Lord Byron, I told you I loved you, not that I pine for the fjords on a winters day waiting for your love.” You tease as you secretly enjoy it when Francisco waxes lyrical with you, you know it comes from a long dead, former version of himself that breaks through when most incensed.

“Points for trying, but I know part of that is a Monty Python bit.”

You feel the harsh scratch and burn of Frankies fangs on your inner thigh as he scolds you. The rush of warmth and arousal is instantaneous as his saliva soothes and warms your very veins. Frankie taps your left ass cheek softly to indicate you to lift your hips so he can remove your panties. You do as you’re commanded and take the chance to unclasp your bra and fling it across the room.

“Checking one last time, mi amor, you sure you want this?” Frankie hovers over your exposed core as he waits for you to answer you look down to see the picture of demonic divinity.

Frankie’s hair curls in perfect waves around his face. His eyes are tinged with crimson flecks which scatter through those dark brown depths. His mouth is smeared with your blood, fangs jutting out, tipped with smudges of red. You reach down with one hand, cupping his jaw, scratching your nails through his patchy facial hair.

“I’m sure, I love you Frankie, please, take what’s yours.”

Frankie hums contentedly as he licks a thick, broad stripe through your slick folds. He latches his lips on your clit as he sucks gently, two fingers already prodding at your entrance as your back arches up. You pant and whimper as his fangs catch on your delicate skin as he gets sloppy, devouring you like a man possessed as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you, alternating between scissoring and curling up into your g-spot.

“Come for me.”

Frankie’s voice is low as he uses the tip of his tongue to trace erratic circles over your clit. You come blindingly hard around his fingers, walls clamping down as you cry out in a broken snarl. Your vision blurs and you clamp your eyes shut, pleasure erupts from your core, bleeding through your body like a spill of hot wax, cloying, lingering, lasting.

“Good girl, so good to me.”

“Please Francisco, make love to me, bite me.” Your voice is a pathetic whimper, but you like how you sound, wrecked for him already, but of so eager for more.

“As you wish mi sol.”

Frankie lifts you back up into a kneeling position as he pulls you onto his lap, lining you up over him as he slowly pushes you down onto his cock. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as his girth stretches you out. You writhe and moan as Frankie takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Want to go nice and slow, want you to really feel me.”

“Fuck,” You grunt as he seats himself deep inside you, filling you up as you wrap your legs around his waist loosely, “Love this position Frankie.”

“Same, so deep, so intimate.”

His lips leave your nipple, and he pulls your head down, crashing his lips into yours as he picks up the pace a little beneath you. His hips roll up into you as his free hand drops to your clit, his broad thumb pressing hard, slow circles against your swollen bundle of nerves.

“May I bite you?”

“Yes, always yes, but thank you for asking.”

You let your head loll forward onto Frankie’s shoulder as you pepper soft kisses to his skin, sucking and nipping at his flesh when thrusts hit particularly deep, or he pressures your clit just right.

Frankie mouths your skin gently, licking hot stripes over your skin as he savours you before he seemingly finds the sweet spot. Pleasure rich pain bursts in your neck, flooding your system with euphoria.

“Oh fuck yes, Frankie fuck me harder please.”

Your nails dig into the tan expanse of his back as you cling to him, his thick length fucks into you deeper, faster. You feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein as your pussy clamps down on him tightly. His mouth leaves your neck, and you pull back enough to capture his bloody lips in your own. His saliva and your blood transfusing into a sickly cocktail of iron and sweetness as your body fully succumbs to the aphrodisiac singing through your system.

“I love you, so much, be mine, forever?” Frankie pants as he picks up the pace on your clit, his hands on your hips, slamming you down to meet his frantic thrusts as he feels you tighten around him. The room is full of your breathy moans, and you nod in earnest.

“Yes, you have me Frankie, forever.”

He grunts low as he fucks up into you a few more times. The sound, the pressure on your clit, and the way Frankie’s cock simply wrecks you has you coming hard around him. He whines softly as you push yourself down on him, not letting your bodies part for even a second as he spills inside you, thick ropes of come filling you to the brim as you press your forehead against his. Cool – but not cold – skin meets your clammy forehead, and you smile absently at the juxtaposition.

You kneel there in silence for some time, hands roaming over well-worn tracks that you could trace in the dark. Frankie’s hands mirror your own, mapping you out as if for the first time, but you know it’s habit by now.

“Come on, you need something more to eat,” Frankie gently eases you off him, pushing you onto your back against the pillows, “Don’t move.” He orders as he lifts your hips up, sliding a thick pillow under your ass so that none of his spend leaks out.

“God that’s so fucking hot.” You grumble to yourself and yelp when Frankie calls from across the apartment in response.

“For someone that doesn’t want kids you sure sound like you have a breeding kink.”

“Fuck you, Francisco!”

You yell out into the studio, but your lips are spread in a broad smile as you know he’s right.

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