#i must say that my kinktober starts after october
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✧ 1st October ✧
All Might // Big Boy (f! civilian reader)
kinktober masterlist
warnings : belly bulge, petnames, creampie, size kink
no matter in which form toshinori, his height and his size in general would always win againts you. despite being a plump one, your height isn't really helping (or it's just the fact that toshinori is almost seven foot tall) you couldn't compete toshinori in any way but the older man developed a kink over the state.
how he adores your hands in his big ones, your still small hands although he's in his skinny form. how you would struggle to reach out to kiss him, toshinori having to bend over every single time. how he loves the height difference and how it's obviously too.
how he enjoys how you struggle to take him during sex, how you need a lot of prep before having him inside because once he was too hasty and ended up hurting you. lube is a must, your juices are simply not enough for someone his size. it started as an observation, how small you looked while being under and soon he realized that's the exact thing that gets him busting a nut inside you.
it was an exhausting day for both you and toshinori as you two huffed on the couch, your body spread wide on his lap. "toshii..." you whined, pawing his hero costume that got his attention. he smiled knowingly, unzipping the suit for you two to share warmth and comfort. you hummed as your small hands rested on his enormous peck. he was content with how comfortable this routine felt, a quiet one after hustle and bustle of the day. however the content quickly turned into something else when he looks down and see how dainty you were. so small, fragile.
he stifled a groan when you accidently grind on his clothed cock, earning a small giggle. "y/n.. if you keep doing that, im gonna-" he let out a growl when he felt your hips grinding down, he almost came. He lifted your body with ease and placed you on his shoulder, slapping your butt as you yelped. "wanna get fucked so bad?" he asked dangerously and your cheeks were warm as you nodded.
he roughly dumps you on your shared bed "stick your dirty fingers in that pussy, i want it wet and prepped, you hear me?" he holds your chin to look up at him earning a nod. you hastily took off your pencil skirt while he teased you by slowly undoing his, making you whine as you plunged your fingers into your already soaking pussy. you used two fingers and whined again "toshinori, its not enough, need you to do it" he smiled, his top already off. "your fingers are not big enough, darling?" he purred "n-no.. yours are much bigger.. need it.."
"if you say so"
he was quick to place two fingers inside to stretch your gummy walls earning a wanton moan from your lips, his hands grabbing two tits in one hand that showcased how big his hands are. he whispers sweet praises into your ear that went his fingers went to flicked your clit, you were already having an orgasm
"my sweet girl. you think you can handle more?" he asked gently, nudging the mushroom of his cockhead at your salivating pussy. "yes please..." you asked oh so sweetly, he'd be a horrible person to decline.
He inserted slowly, enjoying how your small body clung on him as you scratched his back with pleasure. making small thrusts, he took one boob in his mouth as you squeezed your eyes tight "ah.. so... bignnh" you slurred as his tongue lapped on your nipple "but you can take it right? take everything, sweetheart" you panted as he kept pushing inside, venturing to places so deep inside you. your breathing hitched when you finally felt his hip and his balls against your ass. "toshi,, please.., fuck m-" you screamed as he thrusted violently as he panted "damn it.. so tight," he muttered under his breath as you moaned his name. "gotta make sure i fuck you daily, get this hole loose" he grunted as he pressed you down the bed. he easily lifts you as you lay sideways and uses your arms as levers to thrust in deeper. "o-oh.. fuck.." you were getting dizzier as he thrusts with force and nibbles on your earlobe. "i'm gonna cum.. fuck, fucking look at you.. so pretty, so small. fuck!" cum spurted inside you as you lay down feeling already full.
"you didn't think we're finished did you?"
how delicious it is seeing the slight bulge of his cock inside of your stomach makes him groan at how small you are compared to him, so small and vulnerable. so easy to just toss you around and use like a doll. "yeah.. one more.." he coaxed you into another orgasm, you were drooling on the bed sheets "t-toshi.. so full.." you mumbled, feeling stuffed and filled to the brim with how much he has came inside you.
he pulls you up, his chest on your back as he used your arms as support, thrusting inside you in a slow and sensual pace "shit.." his american accent came out "you feel too good, darling.. need to fill you everyday, would you want that?" he whispered againts your ear as you moaned, feeling lightheaded and full of pleasure. "yes.. everyday.. mmh.." your tits bounced as sweat and saliva coated your skin and his. he groaned again and came with a shiver, thrusting his cum slowly into your weeping pussy. you collapsed on the body and twitched, cum oozing out frok your exhausted pussy.
again, toshinori is fascinated to see such a small body is able to keep in so much cum.
#my hero academia imagines#my hero academia fanfic#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia smut#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#all might#all might x reader#all might smut#mha all might#bnha all might#yagi toshinori#kinktober entry ♡˖
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spotted (kinktober day 2)
kink(s) of the day: branding and creampie | kinktober masterlist
(want to be tagged in the kinktober masterlist?)
submission for: @semisgroupie’s 3K Slut Collab and @sanzucide’s Burn Book Collab {thank you for organizing this💕, i apologize for being late because tired :( }
features: kento nanami x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU, gossip girl AU) | wc: 3890 | song: promiscuous - nelly furtado, timbaland
warnings: branding (hickeys), creampie, mentions of cheating (geto cheats on reader), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), daddy kink, clit play, clit slapping, slight bondage , doggystyle, unprotected sex (on pill/plan B), rough sex, names (slut, bitch, sweetheart), degradation, overstimulation, squirting, possessiveness (if you squint?), being filmed without knowledge (please lmk if i missed any tags)
beta reading & brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so so much 💕)
networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi
synopsis: after your boyfriend was caught cheating on you, you were scared to go out anywhere, but then, you gained confidence and years later, you became the talk of the town. a chance encounter with the former nerd turned hunk sort of changes your perspective…
a/n: i know that it is 6th/7th october, so i apologize for the delay, will try posting regularly *fingers crossed* as always, please keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.
“This just in: (Y/N) (L/N)’s boyfriend of two years, Suguru Geto, was caught hooking up in the hotel room with the now most popular person in Jujutsu High University of Tokyo, Mei Mei. Sources say that she even popped her cherry because of him. Maybe it’s their way of letting (Y/N) know that she doesn’t belong with them on their level. What will she do now?”
You were fuming when you found out about your ex-boyfriend’s infidelity through Gossip Girl of all people. You had dated him since you were in your freshman year of college, and you did lose your virginity to him. Could you blame him? He was so good to you in bed. He treated you well and you were so in love with him… but what did you get in return? This piece of shit news from the Gossip Girl Instagram account that someone must have started within the walls of the university to get deep-trenched into the scandalous lives of JJUTokyo.
What was worse, was that the person that he cheated on you with, you knew her, he had introduced her to you before. She was the person he told you not to worry about: tall, good looking, very poised, suave, intelligent, independent. All those things that you definitely were, but he made you feel miserable about it, and this was him shoving it into your face that she was a tad bit better than you.
This led you to feel very embarrassed, and not wanting to show your face in public for days. Well, how could you? You were insulted on social media ffs! However, one day, a knock on the doorstep of your apartment would change your life, and when you opened it, to your surprise, you saw that it was Suguru’s best friend and your confidant, Satoru Gojo at your doorstep.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Gojo looked at you, sorrowfully, as he saw you sniffling, in your PJs. “You deserve way better than that fucker. I don’t say this lightly, but I’m utterly disappointed, no, angry at my best friend for doing this to you! Let me come in, I have something for you.” As you allow him to enter, he surprises you with a couple of things: your favorite ice-cream, some makeup and self-care items you desperately needed, and a shimmery dress of your favorite color, with matching shoes and a matching purse.
“Do you like them? I got these for you!” He grins, continuing to wipe your cheeks,“See, I know you feel like shit right now, but I remember this one quote: Whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop. Do you know who said this?“ Still sniffling, you answer, “Umm, Blair Waldorf?” Gojo chuckles, “Yes, I know that you’ve read the books, but in this case? Me!” You roll your eyes at him, chuckling. You saw this coming, but were appreciative of your best friend for trying to cheer you up. “That guy is a bastard, honestly. He doesn’t deserve you. However, I don’t want to see you,” pointing at you, “like this, throwing your life away, your future away, just because of the stupid fucker..”
Unsure what to respond, you let him continue. “There’s a party going on at my house. To mark the beginning of junior year. I want you to finish this ice cream, freshen up, put on the makeup that I gave you, wear the dress, the shoes, carry the purse, hold your head high, and come to the party with me, because we need to show to him, that you’re not in the least bothered by the choice that he made. Because frankly, you are much better than her. You’re hotter than her!” Wiping the tears off your face, you laugh at Gojo, “You know that you’re crazy, right?” He grins, “What can I say? I’ve always had a love for drama.”
Taking Gojo’s advice, you dress up well and go to Gojo’s house for the party. You were sure of not wanting to go, because Suguru is Satoru’s roommate, but you do end up holding your head high, greeted everyone whose eyes were on you with a smile, drank and danced to your heart’s content, and got the attention of some of the hottest men in town.
Some of them, especially Suguru, could hear you moan and groan through Satoru’s bedroom as you were bouncing off of the quarterback’s cock as he made you feel good, that he fucked the sadness out of you. It was as if a switch within you was turned on. You came out of the bedroom, tying your hair in a scrunchie, looking at everyone who were looking at you, saw Suguru, smirked and said while flipping the bird, “He was definitely better than you in bed. It’s a shame that you’re missing out on me, baby.”
You winked as you heard people roaring in thunderous applause for you as if you won the Oscars. You even caught the attention of a certain someone who attended the party, although being a year younger to you, class wise: Kento Nanami, the straight A-student, who was one of the most sought-after men, but he never had any relationships, with his priority for academics coming in the way ever so often.
Two years had passed since then. It was the senior year of college and you were months away from graduating. You were, however, a different person altogether from the sorry state of the sophomore student you once were. Now, you were maintaining a dual reputation: a studious academician by day, and a promiscuous seductress by night.. You were a part of the creme de la creme section in your friends circle and in the university.
The studious side of you never came in the way of your freedom to do what or who you want to do, so as long as you have fun and know you are happy and safe. The total badass that couldn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. And if something or someone did come your way, you crush it or them so hard that it can not be undone. There was no guy in the university that didn’t look around to take a second look at you. All the hot guys followed you and you got to pick your choice and the rest of them would still wait for you to get a chance to date and eventually, sleep with you.
In this course of satiating your carnal needs with different individuals, you were starting to get tired and bored of the whole ordeal. So, one night, as you were chilling with Satoru, as you were casually conversing with him, you sighed and mentioned that you are tired of these people who were swarming around you like fruit flies, and you need a challenge, you needed something interesting. Your cerulean-eyed friend then smirks and tells you, “I figured you would say that. Lucky, I have a dare in mind for you: to get someone I know out of his shell. He’s someone I think would suit you right now. Remember my junior, Kento Nanami?”
You scoff and reply, “Wait him? Oh, please,” you swat your hands in the air, continuing while rolling your eyes, “I remember sharing a couple of classes with him during the freshman year, and especially remember that he did not look so… presentable, to put it mildly.” Gojo smirks and responds, “Of course you wouldn’t remember him otherwise!” He then puts on a concerned look, and responds, “You made his life miserable, you know? You used to bully him, would walk past by him, and throw slushies only on his face for no reason, would call him an old man just because of the glasses that he wore and might I add, you had secretly spread a rumor about him and because of which, girls are not approaching him to this date.”
“But, sweetheart, let me tell you something. He has been constantly working out. He may not like to air his dirty laundry in public, but he started off the same way as you. The only difference is that you were popular enough for the skeletons in your closet to be revealed, in front of everyone.” You scoffed in response, “Oh please! I don't think that he has changed in any way–” Your friend then interrupts you by showing you Nanami’s Instagram account on his phone. As you scrolled down, your eyes widened in profound shock as you see Nanami's chiseled physique through the grey tank top that he wore at the gym bathroom. Suddenly, it’s as if something sparked in you and you decided that you wanted to approach him. Knowing your expression, Satoru remarks, “With that in mind, (Y/N), I dare you to make him sleep with you.”
The very next day, you look for Kento Nanami in the college library, and as you found him sitting and reading what looked like a novel, you approached him with a smooth silky voice, and softly call out to him, “Hello, Nanami.” He doesn’t respond. You then continue, sighing, “Figured you wouldn’t say anything. I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Nanami responds to you without looking at you, as he flips through the pages of the novel, “Please make it quick, (L/N)-san. I have no time to deal with people like you.”
You then pucker your lips, then put on a straight face and respond with an appologitic look, “Nanami, I am very sorry for having made your life miserable this past couple of years. I was just being a bad bitch, but I honestly would really like to get to know you. Would it be possible to have a cup of coffee with me?” Nanami doesnt look at you even for a single moment, but was quick to respond, “Only on one condition. Whenever we hangout, you will look at me with respect, despite whoever decides to run behind your coat tails. You will treat me like a decent human being as I deserve to be treated so. Is that too much to ask (L/N)-san?” You shake your head in denial and respond with a soft smile, “No, Nanami. It’s not too much.”
You and Nanami start to hang out, and even when your friends see you with him, approach you and make fun of him, you either change your seating or you stand up to speak for him, causing him to smile at you from afar but not give in. You even learned from Satoru that there was an incident where Nanami was defending your honor as well. You found it odd, given that you are well known as a slut, but he saw you as someone willing to change and not go by the perceived image of the society. That’s when you started to take interest in him, and somehow found him more attractive by the minute.
One day, in a surprising turn of events, Nanami decides to ask you out, and you accept his proposal, and as you get ready for the date, you get a text from Satoru: “Reminder that you’re yet to sleep with my junior. You have to complete the dare.” You immediately close the phone upon hearing Nanami calling out to you while knocking on your door. You both then go on their first date, enjoying yourselves. He’s such a gentleman to you, you two are having a good time, and you’re especially starting to take notice of his muscles peeking through his shirts, so you run your foot along his leg, ignoring the wall of text messages that Satoru’s sending you.
You both then decide to go to Nanami’s place afterwards, and no sooner do you enter than you cup his cheek and decide to kiss him on his lips, As you two kiss for a while, you realize that his lips, like whiskey, were smooth and addicting. As you begin to play with his hair, and walk to the couch, still kissing, Nanami releases himself from the kiss, softly responding, “(L/N)-san, I appreciate this, but, would it be okay if we took it slow? I’m just starting to get to know you and I want to cherish that.” Looking into his deep-brown eyes, you were surprised at his response, but with butterflies fluttering in your tummy, you nod, holding on to him instead.
As you two chill there, soaking in each other’s presence, you get a notification from Satoru again, but this time, Nanami’s the one that gets the first glance of the text as he absent-mindedly grabs the phone and checks the notification. He feels a slight sting in his chest, seeming that he’s been a ploy right from the start. You feel absolutely mortified, anxiety starting to grip you, not sure on what to say, but you think that he appreciates honesty, so you tell him the truth. “Yeah, initially, I was planning to sleep with you, because Satoru was talking about you and you… changed from the last time I saw you. You became hotter, and so, I want to sleep with you, because I…” you then place your hand between his thighs, and whisper in his ear, “...am a slut deep down, who’s craving for your cock.”
Tugging his lower lip between his teeth, an idea sparks in his head, while he grabs hold a bunch of your hair and pulls your head backward, with your neck on display. He brings his lips closer to your neck, but there’s a small gap in between where he exhales, causing you to shiver. “I see, (L/N)-san. Fine then, but, only on two conditions.” His tone then changes to that of a serious, dominating one:
“First, I’ll be placing hickeys all over you, and you will not dare to cover them up, but proudly wear them the next morning, like the slut you are.” You subconsciously whimper, and gulp in air, “Yes, Nanami–” but he holds you by your chin with the other hand and maintains that tone, “Not Nanami, daddy. I will not forgive you or fuck you, until you call me so, okay?” You whimper again, and clench your thighs, moaning, “yes, daddy.”
He then smirks at you, and whispers, “Secondly, you better be on birth control tonight or have a plan-B the next day, because I’m going to fucking cum inside you so much that you’d be full of me, you slut. Oh, and from now on, you’ll be walking to university, with my cum dripping down, because I own you now!”
With that, he pulls your face towards his, kisses you roughly, with his tongue swirling around yours as he picks her up by your ass and wraps your legs around his waist. Taking you to the bedroom, you moan in between the kisses as he pushes you on to his bed, your expression showing bewilderment at this new side of Nanami that he unveiled that you were getting to see.
He pounces on you, and with one hand, he holds the both of your hands above your head while kissing all over your neck, shoulders and chest, sucking and biting hard on some of the places, causing them to turn to a different color. He was right, he was branding you to be his. While kissing your neck, he was unbuttoning his shirt. As he stood up, he forced you to look at him and gaze deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered to the silhouette of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell that Satoru was right: he had been working out constantly.
Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out two of his thick fingers, and shoved it in your mouth, muffling your screams. As he orders you to suck on them, he takes them out and starts furiously rubbing your clothed clit. You’re fisting the sheets, moaning, and the next moment, you hear a ripping sound as Nanami then tears all your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy.
His wicked smile adorned his face as he removed his pants and boxers, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as he revealed his hardened length. Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs, bitch. I will not repeat myself.”
On your elbows, you dragged yourself towards the head of the bed while spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. You think to yourself, “Is this really the Nanami that Satoru was talking about?” You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight and agony.
You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, with his fingers sure to make marks on your thighs, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. Your screams had turned into moans as he kept biting your inner thighs all over and then eating you out again, pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up.
As you were about to reach your orgasm, Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, thus putting you on all fours. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers.
His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. The moment you paused to rest your head, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back while holding your breasts out to pull you toward him, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.
In between all of this, both of you were not aware of the fact that someone had placed a camera by the window in such a position that your naked silhouettes were actually visible, as you two were in the moment. You had no clue, that someone you both knew, Suguru Geto, was behind the camera. He was jealous of Nanami going on a date with you, so to try knocking him down a peg, he came up with this idea upon learning from Satoru that you two were on a date. Suddenly, a new notification appeared on everyone’s phones from the very own Gossip Girl:
“Oooh, this just in, the resident queen of sex is getting railed by a former nerd turned hottie. Dare I say, he looks very handsome taming our wild beast. Looks like someone’s legs are going to be sore.”
Everyone got to see the link and see the show before their eyes as you were getting railed by this overnight popular hunk. They were noticing how he was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, holding it by your chin and whispering, “Bitch, scream for me.”
The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good girl you are, taking daddy’s cock in so well.”
As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spots again, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, slut, I will not let you cum.”
Geto hears people cheering in the background as he hears people cheering for Nanami railing you. He scowls realizing that Nanami was getting more popular than planned.
You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back.
“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.
The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.
He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and his forehead touched yours. “(L/N)-san,” his tone softens, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I—” you interrupt him by kissing him on his lips, responding, “you’re kidding me? I enjoyed it. Maybe, we can change it up a little bit, if you think we’re okay?” He chuckles, as he goes to the restroom and comes back with a warm towel to clean you up and massage your legs.
As he’s about to say something, he notices his phone continuously pinging and that’s when he sees a barrage of notifications appearing left and right ranging to, “OMG YOU HAD SEX WITH HER?!” To “Look who’s the new playboy in town!!” To Gojo who also saw the video and was shocked. “Nanamiiii, I didn’t know you had that in you! 🥰”
This causes Nanami to be furious especially when he sees the Gossip Girl post, but then he sees the username of the person who posted the livestream and it turned out to be Geto! He thinks to himself, “Isn’t Geto-san, (L/N)-san’s ex?” as he turns to the window that had the phone. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he laughed maniacally, immediately understanding that Geto wanted to embarrass him, but that backfired, because of his newfound reputation of banging the talk of the town, the Regina George of his university, and now, his slut.
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Goku Black - Bloodlust 🦇
hey ml's <3 I wanted to take part in kinktober this year but I don't trust myself enough to be able to write something everyday so I decided to do this instead. Goku Black totally fits the role of a vampire 😻 so this is a lil something that I thought of. There might just be a smutty part two since this one isn't spicy at all. Ps. I meant it when I said kinktober ain't for me because I started this on the 1st of October and only finished it now 😭
You're giddy with excitement as you make the final adjustments to your costume. You gaze into the mirror in your room as you admire the alluring witch costume you had picked just for Halloween. The short black dress hugs your curves and the stockings pair well with the boots you borrowed from your best friend, Bulma.
"Woah! Look at you. That dress looks amazing on you." She compliments after she finishes with her makeup and finally gets a good look at you. You twirl for show and laugh. "Thanks. The mixture of scary and sexy is a great combo, I must say. But I can't over how good you look. Vegeta will be drooling when he sees you."
This year, the two of you decided not to wear matching costumes like you always do and she had chosen to dress up as a scary yet hot killer clown. "You think so? I invited him to the party but he didn't say if he was coming or not." She sounds unsure and you click your tongue. "He'll definitely turn up, trust me. He wouldn't miss it if it means he gets to bang you in one of the bathrooms."
She squeals in excitement at the mention of that and puts a hair clip in her hair before grabbing her small purse and opening it to show you the contents inside. "I have over 30 condoms in here just in case." Your eyes widen as you see the square plastic wrappers all bunched up inside as if it's the only thing in her purse. "30?" She nods. "Yeah. He has crazy stamina!"
After grabbing your witch hat, you link arms with her and walk downstairs, making sure to take a couple of pictures together before you two are on your way out.
The air is chilly, a cold breeze drifting through the neighbourhood. Your excitement is evident as you take in all the Halloween decorations littered across each lawn of every house you pass. Small kids walk around, some holding their parents hands as they yell the infamous words, "Trick or treat!"
"Don't you just love Halloween? We get to watch all these scary movies and dress up and go to parties..." You have a wide smile on your face and Bulma chuckles. "I agree. The parties are the best part for me and I can't wait to see what everyone else is dressed up as."
You walk to a quieter part of the neighbourhood where not as many children are loitering around. For some weird reason, you get a strange feeling as if someone is watching you. It's almost unsettling and you're glad your arm is linked with Bulma's. "It's quiet here." You mutter underneath your breath, hearing the voices and laughter of children all the way behind you.
"Well duh. They didn't want kids in this part because of the party. We don't need kids knocking at the door and asking for candy while all of us will be getting fucked up." Her voice sounds loud in the quiet of the neighborhood. You know you're just being paranoid, but you swear that someone is watching you from all angles.
"Bulma, I think-"
Your words are cut off by a squeal as she unlinks her arm with yours. "There he is!" She whisper yells and your gaze shifts as you see Vegeta walking ahead with his friend, Nappa. A gust of wind blows your witch hat off your head and it tumbles down the street behind you.
"Come on." She pulls on your hand so that you can catch up with the two guys but you stop in your tracks. "My hat blew off. Go on ahead, I'll meet you at the party." You tell her, already looking behind you and trying to spot the black hat. "You sure?" She questions and you nod before the two of you separate.
Despite wanting to run back to her and endure Nappa's shameless flirting, your outfit just isn't complete without the iconic witch hat.
You stray further and further away from the destination of the house where the party is. An expression of confusion is all over your face as you wonder where the hell your hat could be. Was the wind that strong that it blew it all the way across the neighborhood?
You're about to give up your search when you hear an ominous voice coming from a barely lit alleyway. "Looking for this?" You turn to your left and see a man, his skin pale, a contrast to his pitch black hair and eyes. He's holding your witch hat in his hand and you feel almost uneasy. "Yeah."
Neither of you make a move and you contemplate turning around and letting him keep the hat. He dangles it in front of him and you take a deep breath before advancing toward him, his form towering over yours.
You reach out to grab your hat but he moves it behind his back. "Your costume looks good on you, mortal." His eyes roam over the tight fitting dress on your body and you avert your gaze to the brick wall. You've never seen this man in your neighborhood before and you'd rather not prolong this interaction with him. He smirks and reaches out, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.
You have no choice but to look into his eyes and your gaze roams over his features, noticing how attractive he is with a chiseled jawline, high cheek bones and those lips that tug up into a smirk. The longer you stare into those onyx eyes of his, the more you feel your mind almost in a trance like state.
"I wonder what you taste like."
He says softly. He drops your witch hat, his right hand slithering around your waist as he pulls you closer toward him before he lowers his face toward your neck. You're confused but surprisingly not scared of the fact that some random man has his hands on you. "I hope you don't mind."
Before your brain can even register what's happening, you feel his ice cold lips on your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses on your warm skin. You gasp softly at the contact as you wonder why he's so cold. Was he outside the whole time?
Suddenly, he opens his mouth and you feel two pricks. You flinch as his fangs sink into your neck and your eyes widen as your hands move to his chest but you don't push him away. It hurts like hell and he sucks, his fangs still buried in your neck as a low growl emits from his throat.
Your mind is hazy as you try to comprehend what's happening and a soft whimper escapes your mouth after a few moments when he finally pulls away. The spot where he bit is throbbing with pain and you stare up at him as your heart pounds in your chest. A trickle of blood dribbles down his chin before he swipes at it with his thumb and licks it. "No screaming? Well aren't you a fascinating little mortal."
You're at a loss for words as you try to figure out what the hell just happened. He bends down to pick up your hat before placing it on your head, that smirk never leaving his face.
"Until we meet again, mortal." Are the final words you hear from him before he vanishes before your eyes.
#dbs#dbz#dragon ball#dragon ball super#smut#dragon ball smut#goku black#halloween#dragon ball oneshot#vampire
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jadore-andor’s freaky fall
i’ve been bullied convinced by @acrossthesestars & @emilykaldwen to make this official…
so, without further ado, i’m officially declaring it Freaky Fall!
Freaky Fall is my take on a themed, smutty writing challenge where the guidelines are minimal and the submission dates are fluid - i know we all struggle with balancing real life and our passions, so i wanted everyone to have a chance to participate!
if you’ve ever wished kinktober extended beyond October, this challenge is for you 🧡
details are listed below!
dates: if it is currently autumn where you live, it’s Freaky Fall! for the Northern Hemisphere, that’ll be late September to late December (according to Google) & for the Southern Hemisphere, that’s March-May.
the rules (more like guidelines):
the kinktober prompt generator i’m personally using is this one as it’s super customizable. you can also use any other smut prompt list you find (giving proper credit), pull from your own head, or even create your own bingo cards. the options are endless!
add me to your taglist and use the #freaky fall tag in your post!
as this is primarily a smut challenge, no minors! 18+ participants only!
you can be as explicit or non-explicit as you’d like. we love a good fade-to-black moment!
fluff fic is welcome, but be aware that there will be smut in the tag!
multifandom - write for any fandom character or pairing you’d like!
absolutely no rpf. i get that some people are into it, but i’m not and i’d rather not bring that into the equation.
no word limit! write as little or as much as you like.
post at your own pace! you don’t have to post every day or even every week. just post when the mood strikes and you feel comfortable.
write any perspective! this can be: x reader, OC fic, third person, first person, etc.
NO KINK SHAMING! let me say that again… NO! FUCKING! KINK! SHAMING! i get that we don’t all share the same tastes, and that’s totally valid, but i don’t want this challenge to start any drama and thus, i ask you to be respectful. if you have less-than-friendly opinions on work submitted by others, keep them to yourselves (or in the discord DMs, if you must, where they can’t hurt anyone’s feelings)
if you want to make these fall themed, great! it’s a fall challenge after all! but it’s not necessary! we’re here to get freaky, not split hairs.
please, please, PLEASE reblog content from your fellow creators. if you don’t reblog, at least drop them a comment letting them know you enjoyed their work! likes do nothing here and i’d love to see some community building with this challenge!
that’s all, folks - pretty easy! i want this to be as laid back and as fun as possible.
i can’t wait to see what everyone creates!
Happy Freaky Fall! 🍂
taglist: @acrossthesestars, @emilykaldwen, @dragonsbone, @arrthurpendragon, @lightblindingme
#freaky fall#writing challenge#freaky fall 2023#fall writing challenge#fanfiction#fanfic#smut#smut writing challenge#let’s get freaky bitches 🖤
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1st October | MO'S KINKTOBER
pairing: dom!heeseung × fem. reader
genre: smut
cw: somnophilia, thigh riding, unprotected sex, fingering (reader rec.), praising
You had spent the whole day in university or the library, studying for an important exam you'd have to take next week. So coming home to your boyfriend after a full day of frustration was pure comfort for you.
You unlocked the door to your shared apartment and got in, being greeted by Heeseung who immediately walked towards you. "I missed you," he whined, kissing your forehead. You smiled at his actions, the exam already forgotten. "I missed you too, dumbass," you giggled, removing your shoes and walking into your bedroom, dropping your bed on the floor. "Mind if we head to bed early?" you asked, turning around to face Heeseung. "No, sure," he answered, nodding slightly.
You just hummed at his answer and turned back around, reaching for one of Hee's shirts from the closet and replacing your own with it, taking off your bra right after. "Alright, then," you started, hopping on the bed as your boyfriend's eyes were following your every move. "What?" you questioned, narrowing an eyebrow. "Nothing," Heeseung started. "You just look absolutely adorable in my shirts," he continued with a chuckle, getting getting into the bed right next to you and instantly pulling you closer to him.
"I love you, Hee," you said, cuddling him from the side which made him chuckle. "I love you too, Y/N," he told you, smiling to himself. "You should get some rest now, kay? You need it," he said, pulling the blanket over the both of you. "Mhm," you agreed, followed by a last "goodnight".
Heeseung woke up when he felt pressure on his thigh. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the darkness that surrounded him before looking at your sleeping figure, a frown on your face and lips slightly parted. Heeseung blushed heavily when he realized that the pressure on his leg came from you grinding against it in your sleep. "Y/N?" he whispered softly, not getting any reaction from you. He stayed still for another moment before slowly escaping your grip around him without waking you up. You were whimpering in your sleep and lewd thought about the dream you must be having right now started filling Heeseung's mind, the tent in his sweats growing.
"Fuck it," he mumbled to himself, leaning over and lifting your shirt a little, revealing your panties and lower stomach. You've had a talk about somnophilia before but it never came to the point where either of you actually surprised the other in their sleep. Until now.
Heeseung fumbled with your panties, carefully moving them to the side, revealing your wet heat to him. He licked his lips in excitement, taking a finger and pushing it between your folds, your juices coating it. The man slowly moved his finger and prodded it at your entrance, slowly pushing it in. He waited a little to continue when you shifted around a little bit.
When he realized that you hadn't woken up, he continued, slowly fucking you with his fingers, adding a second finger. A sigh left your parted lips and Heeseung started kissing your inner thighs, his thumb finding your clit, circling around it. You were moving around again but this time, Heeseung couldn't care less. In fact, he started going deeper, changing the angle of his fingers to reach a better spot at which you woke up with a groan.
You blinked a few times, trying to realize what was going on at this very moment. "Hee?" you asked quietly, his fingers coming to a hold between your velvety walls. "Hi, baby," he smiled innocently, resuming the work on your pussy. A breathy "fuck" escapes your mouth as you threw your bead back, gripping the sheets. "You know?" he started, a chuckle leaving his lips. "You woke me up a few minutes ago. Really cute, I think you were really enjoying your dream," he continued, a dark red color creeping onto your cheeks. "Wanna tell me what you were dreaming about?"
"Well, you and I.. You were saying all these sweet things and it just felt so good," you answered, almost whispering. "Oh, was I?" he asked with a smile on his face. "Do you want that, angel? Want me to be really nice today?" - "Yes, please," you pleaded, earning another chuckle from him. "How could I possibly ignore that when you're asking so nicely~".
And with that, he got up, quickly removing his pants and boxers and lining up at your entrance. "You ready, princess?" he asked, looking at you with soft eyes. "Mhm. Please, Hee, I want you," you said with a needy voice, trying to get closer to him. Heeseung slowly pushed his member into your already dripping heat, instantly beginning to move his hips against yours. "Shi- baby, you're still so tight. Is this okay, that feel good?" he asked, leaning down and placing kisses on your neck and collarbones. "Yeah, please, more," you moaned.
Heeseung started thrusting into you at a faster place, continuously hitting your g-spot. Your moans got louder by the second and your walls kept clenching around him. "You're doing so good, baby, you're almost there," he cooed, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Another minute passed and your last string snapped, you clenching around Heeseung's length, both of you cumming together with loud moans.
After riding both of your orgasms out, Heeseung slowly pulled out, a little amount of your mixed cum leaking from your hole. "I'll be right back, okay? I'll go get something to clean you up," he said and quickly went to the bathroom. Just a little later, he returned with a wet washcloth and started cleaning you up, making sure nothing was sticky anymore. "You were doing so well, thank you for that, Y/N," he exclaimed. "Thank you too, Hee," you smiled, cuddling against him and slowly drifting to sleep right beside him.
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OCTOBER 1: KNIFE PLAY
Notes: Kicking Kinktober off with the following. Thank you as always @javier-pena for reading this over for me!
Pairing: Dave York x f!reader
Rating: Explicit (18+!)
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: SMUT, established relationship, romance???, sexy use of knives (...i hope), sliiiiightly dub-con but that’s Dave for ya, dirty talk, gags, 1 **** (dedicated to Kelli and Cris 😘) If I forgot anything important, please let me know!
The slam of the door startles you awake. Sitting up in bed, you listen to him rummage around downstairs, trace his path through the kitchen, the living room, and up the stairs. Usually, he’s more quiet, at least attempts to not wake you, but the fact that he doesn’t must mean that today is one of those days.
You know what Dave does; your darling husband by day, something else entirely by night.
It hadn’t started off like that, is what he told you once he came clean. He really had been a CIA operative before becoming what he is now. But this suited him better. He had tried to explain what that meant, careful not to scare you; that people paid good money to eliminate other people, that it sometimes got messy.
But you weren’t scared. You tried to explain that to him, and that mutual understanding, that you were the same on some level others might consider fucked up, it deepened your bond, your marriage, in a way you never expected.
The bedroom door sweeps open, his silhouette dark in the deep of the night, painted in shadows, but the little light in the room does allow you to take note of the blood that has dried on his face. It makes you inhale deeply, fisting the duvet under your hands and waiting for him to make the first move.
It’s one of those days, after all.
Dave reaches you in two big steps, his boots heavy against the protesting wooden floor, but waits at the end of the bed, gnawing at his bottom lip and balling his fists like he has to physically hold himself back.
“It’s okay,” you say, and as soon as you do, he’s on you. Sheets discarded, he crawls over you, pushing you back against the mattress. His eyes roam your face, and he seems to be looking for more than that, so you give him more affirmations. “You can take what you need.”
Wordlessly, he straddles you, a thigh on either side of your body, and you’re trapped below the weight of him, your arms pinned to your side, the fabric of your nightgown stretched across your frame. There’s a barely-there roll of his hips, and he’s unmistakably hard as he seeks out the friction against you. He reaches behind himself, then produces his knife from his back pocket. With a click, the blade reveals itself, glinting like a promise and fuck, it shouldn’t make a burst of arousal flare up inside of you, but it does.
“You would let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?” Dave asks as he turns the knife over in his hand once, twice, before giving you an expectant look.
“Yes,” you answer, obedient, eager, honest—because you would.
The cold blade—phosphated carbon steel, as he once explained to you—presses against the skin at your collarbone, the tip just hitting the side of your neck, and you swear you can feel your pulse racing against the sharp steel.
You know exactly what he can do with it, what he has done with it, and yet you trust him, literally with your life.
“You won’t hurt me, not unless you know I want it.”
You don’t miss the way he grins, or grinds down against you, or how he inspects your body under his. In a flash, he hooks the knife under one of the straps of your nightgown and pulls, the fabric parting easily around the top of the blade.
An eager hand pulls at the flap of fabric until he can fill his hand with the soft, plump flesh of your breast. With a gasp, you arch up against him, crying out when he pinches your nipple and twists.
You expect him to go for the other strap, expose your tits to him and play with them until you’re begging him for more, but instead, he fists the torn fabric and pulls it away from your body, bringing the knife up to begin cutting a slit right down the middle. With each rip-rip-rip of fabric, the throb between your legs gets more intense, and an actual moan escapes your lips when he fists the last bit of it and pulls, tearing the garment in half and pushing it to the sides of your body.
His finger dips under the waistband of your underwear, grazing just where the soft curls on your mound begin. He toys with it, pulling it from your body and letting the elastic snap against your skin, before hooking his finger back under it.
“Want me to tear this off, too?” he asks, focusing not on your face, but on the task at hand.
You take a deep breath. “Use the knife.”
That earns you his attention, something akin to pride flashing across his face before he looks back down. In one rapid move, the blade slides over your hip bone and under the fabric of your underwear. With a tug, it tears, the elastic snapping and the material folding back, exposing you to his hungry eyes.
Your head falls back against the pillow, and you moan as he repeats the action on the other side, again when he rips the fabric from between your legs.
“Open up,” he orders.
You try to move your legs, open them for him, but with his thighs still on either side of yours, it’s impossible. Just as you’re about to protest, he leans over you, grabbing you by the chin.
“Open. Your mouth.”
His fingers find your face, and the pinch to your cheeks borders on painful, making you open your mouth with a wet gasp.
Even in the dark, you can see him smile, before he tilts your head back just a tick and spits. His smile only grows when you welcome it with a moan, eyes fluttering and body surging under him before you swallow. “That’s my good girl,” he praises, kissing your open mouth before stuffing your ruined panties inside of it.
The blade is back at your throat, and the pressure of it against your voice box abruptly cuts off your answering whine. With a rough exhale Dave sits back and begins dragging the dull side of it down your body. Still, you find yourself holding your breath, your chest jutting out with the effort. Chin to your chest, you watch as he circles your nipple, once, twice, until it begins standing to attention, hardening at the cold, gentle touch. He brings it back to the centre of your chest and slides it over to your other breast, flicking at your nipple. Satisfied with how your body quivers under his, he slides the blade further down your body, following the bump of your ribcage to your belly button and down.
He shuffles back, and despite the fact that his body is no longer keeping your arms incapacitated, you keep them pressed against your torso while he crawls between your legs. With his free hand, he pulls one over each of his thighs, spreading you open for him to look at, to take you.
The knife kisses the sensitive skin of your thighs, and he keeps teasing you while he opens his trousers and takes his cock out. His eyes fix themselves on your cunt, no doubt glistening with want, even in the dim light of the night.
“You get so fucking wet for this shit, it’s depraved, sweetheart,” he grits out, and despite the fact he says it like he’s scolding you, you know he loves it. Dave is a dark man in more ways than one, and he loves that you’re like this. Like him. For him. With him.
He proves you right when he begins stroking himself, a ragged sigh sailing past his lips as he throws his head back, exposing the thick, strained tendons in his neck. He allows himself a couple seconds of relief, before he stops himself with a long exhale, a hand trailing up your thigh to touch you where you’re more than ready for him.
He fills you with two thick fingers, curling and stroking at your slippery walls, and it’s so much at once, making you cry out against the makeshift gag in your mouth.
“This sweet pussy is going to feel so perfect around my cock,” he says, eyes only leaving yours when he slowly pulls his fingers free, groaning softly at the way your body pulls at him, working to keep him inside. “Would you like that?”
You nod in the dark, unable to help yourself from bucking your hips to chase his touch. The hand that still holds the knife is quick to push you down, the blade glinting dangerously close to your hip bone.
“Want me to put it in, baby? Want me to put it all in? Push all the way inside until you can’t think about anything else but how deep you can feel me inside you?” He slides himself over your mound, pushing until the head of his cock can smear wetly under your belly button, showing off just what that would mean.
There’s so much you wish you could tell him right now. That yes, you want it. That you want him so badly to just take what he wants from you, here, like this, between the shreds of your clothes where you’re spread for the taking. That this ‘depraved shit’ does make you wet, it does when it’s him, when he uses you, when he makes it hurt.
But your affirmation is suppressed against the fabric in your mouth, nothing but incoherent, muffled babbles filling the bedroom.
And yet, it’s like he can tell exactly what you’d been thinking, because the knife hits the floor with a clatter, and if he gave you any time, you might be able to analyse the sudden surge of emotion that flows through you at the idea.
But he doesn’t give you that time. The sound of the blade startles you almost as much as the fat tip of his cock notching at your entrance, as the slide of him inside, as the sharp thrust that makes his thighs slap against the back of yours. He pushes you up the mattress with the force of it, and your hand flies up to press a palm against the headboard to keep your head from knocking against it.
“Fucking Christ,” he sighs, stilling for a second to revel in the tight squeeze of your pussy before he draws back and spears himself through your slick walls - again, again, again.
“I’m gonna make this pussy come,” he promises, voice strained. “I’m gonna make it flood my cock and then I’m gonna cover you in my come,” he adds, a hand dragging over your torso, thumb and pinkie catching on your hardened nipples before he settles his hand on your hip to pull you down against him.
The head of his cock knocks against the button of your womb with each thrust, and at your silenced keens, he falls down to a forearm, eyes boring into yours as he continues to fuck you. “I’ve got you, baby,” he assures.
Your hand curls around his bicep, fingernails digging into the fabric of his long-sleeved top. It’s wet, warm, no doubt evidence of his successful mission, and that thought, your body’s response to it, eases the glide of him inside you.
“I’ve got you,” he repeats, his hand leaving your hip to slide between your legs, to draw maddening circles around your slippery, puffy clit, and with the way he’s been working you up, you already know it will take no time at all. “You know that, right?”
You nod with a muffled groan, focusing on the way he stretches you open and plays with your clit, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes with how hard you squeeze them shut as it builds—as it all builds.
You know.
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Thank you for reading! I hope to see you all tomorrow for October 2: Stripping. Anyone who guesses correctly which character I’ve written for will get a sneak peek at the fic in their DMs😌
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Reconciliation
AN: The words have been refusing to work recently so I don’t think I will actually be able to do everyday of Kinktober in October. But I am going to try and get them all out before mid- November. In other words I am going to make you all fail no nut November or perish trying.
Another fic that I didn’t edit but I do like some on the dialogue towards the end- or at least I did when writing it a few minutes ago.
Word Count: 1171
Warnings: smut/lemon, spanking, punishment, crying, miscommunication
Description: DW Kinktober Day 10; Prompt: Punishment, Crying, Gentle Dom
Trying to get the Master to punish you reveals some things that you couldn’t work up the courage to tell him.
Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings @how-masterful @truthbehindthemysteries
Your very first thought in the face of the Master’s very clear displeasure with you was that it was a good thing this wasn’t your favorite shirt. Of course, the only reason you were so calm when his very being was radiating a wave of dangerous anger that spoke of pain for whoever had dared to cause it, was that you had meant to cause it. It had taken ages to get him pissed off enough to drag you through the halls. His tight, unrelenting grip on the collar was sure to ruin the shirt. Tripping over yourself to try and keep up with his rapid pace wasn’t even unpleasant enough to make you feel apologetic.
All throughout the day you had been purposely “pressing his buttons” so to speak. It had been far too long since the Master had touched you. Could you have just asked? Yes, but it felt pitiful to have to ask to be touched. So you had decided that the best thing to do would be to force him to punish you. Then you would get him to touch you, and afterward, he always made sure to cuddle you. A win-win, you would get to have him touch you without having to ask! The endless patience he seemed to have with you today had been only a minor obstacle. He would forgive you for being human.
You couldn’t help but giggle as he threw you halfway onto the bed, your legs hanging off and your ass in the perfect position to be spanked. Everything was perfect, you hid your smile against the soft sheets. Glove-covered fingers yanked your pants and panties down in one smooth motion. Squirming in eager anticipation you waited for the first hit. And waited. And waited...?
It wasn’t totally unusual to have him build anticipation, but to not say or do anything? It wasn’t normal of your punishments.
Your attention was grabbed by the sound of something being dragged across the floor. Twisting uncomfortably to look back at the Master. He was just, sitting there. Staring at you with a blank expression. His one leg resting comfortably crossed over the other, his arms crossed showing how displeased he still was. Why, why was he not spanking you?
“I do not appreciate you trying to goad me into giving you a punishment, my dear.”
“Master?”
Your voice was small, already fully reprimanded just by the look he was giving you.
“Fifty strikes, with your own hand should be sufficient to remind you to behave.”
“Fifty,” you shakily repeated.
The leather gloves that you had sacrificed so much of your day trying to feel against your skin were stroking the Master’s goatee. This wasn’t fair. You wanted them to stop playing with the silver accented hair and start to play with you!
“I will keep count, your strikes must meet my standards before they will count. I will be generous and not force them to be continuous, or start over if they are insufficient. They merely will not count towards your total.”
Tears pooling in your eyes you shoved your face into the sheets once more to hide away your expression. Gently slapping your own arse the sound of the impact was not a surprise nor the sensation, there was no pleasant tingle after the impact had registered. You hated this already.
“Harder, my dear. That was not of a sufficient force.”
Pitifully you kept weakly striking yourself, trying to speed through the punishment. Crying silently as the Master didn’t seem to count any of your hits. You just wanted this to be over. Would he still bother to cuddle you after this? Or would you have to do that yourself too?
“Hmm, perhaps fifty is too high a number if you cannot manage even one sufficiently firm strike.”
His playfully cruel tone broke what little control over your emotions you had left. Sobbing loudly and dramatically you tried to silence yourself to little success. All throughout your little pity party, you continued to try and hit your arse. You were sure with the pain you were feeling now that you had managed at least a few successful hits.
“My dear,” he quietly questioned.
You didn’t bother to respond, just continuing to abuse yourself. Not caring where the hits landed. Hands stopped your assault from continuing. Even if he hadn’t been trying to stop you the feeling on his hands on you would have frozen you.
“What is the meaning of this,” he dangerously asked. “What has gotten into you today?”
“I-,” your words were getting caught in your throat.
You didn’t want to admit that you had been acting out for a reason, even if he already knew you were. Why else would he have not punished you by his own hand?
“I cannot help, my dear- if I do not know what is bothering you.”
“You haven’t touched me in over a week, not even a brush of our hands when you have to reach over me to grab something. Absolutely nothing.”
You felt a little bit better after admitting it. You felt a lot better when the Master pulled you into his arms, cradling you close to him.
“My darling, you should have said something! I never intended to neglect you to the point that you felt that a punishment was the only way to receive my touch.”
Sniffling you helplessly tried to burrow closer to him. He took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes with a sorrow held in his own.
“I will do better in the future, my dear. You will never need to go to such extremes again.”
Brushing away your tears he tried to lighten the mood.
“I suppose that I can be generous due to the circumstances and forget about your unfinished punishment this time, my dear.”
You laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood, “not going to try and spank me while I’m distraught, Master?”
“Never, my dear. I will never take advantage of you when you are this upset. Now a few tears are a different story. You cannot cry your pretty little self out of all punishments.”
“No, but I could always safeword out of all of them,” you teased.
“You would never dare! Besides, that would only change the form of the punishment, not the occurrence.”
“I know, I just can’t help but push a little bit today, Master. It’s from all the attempts to be a brat today, they’ve gotten into my head.”
“Well, I hope for the sake of your poor arse they find their way back out of your devious little mind.”
“Hmmm maybe with enough cuddles they will... I can’t be sure.”
Settling further onto the bed the Master dragged you with him in a much more satisfying way than earlier. You settled with the last of your tears drying, head on his chest listening to his hearts beat.
“Then I’m afraid that you will not be leaving this bed anytime soon, precious girl.”
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pleasurable temptation | cyj [m]
word counts : 2.9k+
warnings : cosplaying kink, a hint of exhibitionism, pure smut (it’s bad lmao)
summary : What did he do to be under this kind of situation? What did he ever trigger you with? Why is he helplessly moaning while you take him in your mouth without sparing him any mercy? While he is playing with his friends even? What did Youngjae even do to deserve such a torturous pleasure?
“Wait, baby, I can’t. Please don’t do this to me.”
a/n : sooo for october, we decided to join together for a writing collab between the members or @got7creators! It is called All Sins Week since we are posting a week straight at the end of October. Do check other writer’s kinktober fic as well! Also I am fourth in the order and please forgive me for this absolutely no filth fic. I have no idea what I wrote and I am open for critics bcs I know it’s bad wkkwkwkkwkw and sorrryy if you feel like it’s bland. But i hope you enjoy reading and please give a lot of love to other writers of this collaboration!
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“If you’re Tatsumi,” you ask, breaking Youngjae’s attention from the anime he’s watching. You’re sitting next to him, as usual as he binges watching his anime. “Who would you choose? Akame or Esdeath?”
Youngjae’s eyebrow raises, looking at you questioningly. It’s not new, you’re always asking random questions about the anime he’s watching out of nowhere but this time it’s different. You’re asking him to choose between the protagonist and the antagonist if he’s Tatsumi, the main character. “Choose as in what? As in my comrade?”
“As in your lover?” you scoop your ice cream into your mouth, waiting patiently for his answer as he’s having a breakdown over whom to choose. Youngjae always has a hard time choosing between the protagonist and the side characters, saying that of course people always like the main protagonist but the side characters are also precious.
Which is why now you only want him to choose between the two sexy female characters but you can see smoke coming out of his head.
“Do I really need to choose?” he looks at you with a painfully desperate face, wanting a way out of the question. “I like both though!”
“Nope.” you tut, placing down your bowl on the side table. “You need to choose one. Like if Akame and Esdeath offer to have a one night stand with you, who will you choose?”
You can see Youngjae shifts uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze by keeping his eyes on the tv screen. It’s not long before you spot the growing tent under his pants that makes him shift a couple more times and whines, “Baby, you’re making it sound weird.”
“Well,” it’s not that weird but it does feel weird when your boyfriend is turned on by a 2D character. “Choose one, big boy.”
“Why would any of them wants to have sex with me?”
“I don’t know.” you laugh. You know it sounds kind of weird but who cares? “Maybe they think you’re hot.”
“Nonsense.” He inhales a deep breath, biting his lower lips in an attempt of rethinking his decision, before turning to you like he has made a decision. “Alright, background aside okay?”
You raise your shoulders, agreeing with whatever his condition is. You don’t really care about their backgrounds, you just want to see which one of the female characters that got your man hard.
“I personally think Esdeath is sexier.” he confesses, grimacing when he sees your serious listening face. However you keep him going, no attempt to cut him off. “Her outfit is always on point, but she looks very sexy in this one episode. So-” Youngjae scrambles to shake himself out of the narration, ending his answer with a simple statement. “I’d choose Esdeath.”
Tonight is the second night of the weekend and as you both had agreed to, it’s Youngjae’s gaming slash anime night. Usually he would be watching anime up until midnight and then continue by playing games with his friends. However tonight he chose to start playing the game earlier than usual, claiming that none of the animes have uploaded a new episode.
This is where you come in.
You stare into the mirror, looking directly to the satin robe that hugs your curves nicely. It’s light but it’s thick and it’s new. You received it yesterday, just in time for you to wear it on the weekend.
“I must be insane.” you ruffle your hair, watching it slowly turning into a mess, a beautiful mess. You almost can’t believe that it’s you in the mirror, you look insanely a hot mess. It’s crazy how simple the outfit is but absolutely sexy and alluring.
It’s nothing much. You just want to see his reaction, rile him up and see if you can have him a moaning mess under you.
“Mark, Mark.” Youngjae taps on the shift button repeatedly, moving his cursor to hide his character from the opponents. “They’re just behind the truck.”
“Jaebeom hyung, can you sit down for once?” Yugyeom whines into the microphone, annoyed by the fact that Jaebeom is going to expose their location.
Jaebeom on the other hand is hiding behind a tree, reloading his bullets into the weapon. “Shut up, Yugyeom. I’ve been playing this game longer than you’re born.”
“Shut the crap. You are still learning how to write when I was born.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It does.”
“Okay I see someone moving.” Youngjae interrupts their bickering, moving out of his hideout to a safe place. He wants a chicken dinner tonight and he’s not going to let anyone ruin the fun for him. “I can see his head….”
A shot is fired and Youngjae screams in triumph, successfully eliminating the annoying opponent that has been trying to kill his teammates. As usual, Youngjae being the expert one among them and Mark comes second while Yugyeom and Jaebeom casually got killed and left both of them alone to carry the team. Youngjae had to be satisfied with the squad because at least, they know how to play. If he asked Bambam or Jinyoung to play with him, nevermind. Oh Jackson? Not even a chance. That man doesn’t know how to stop once he starts working.
“Have anyone heard from Jackson hyung?” Youngjae asks, moving his character to steal the weapons and other things from the dead bodies. “It’s been a month since I heard about him.”
“Yeah.” Jaebeom answers distractedly, still trying to load his weapon. “Last time I heard, he’s still in China.”
The door creaks open and if Youngjae doesn’t have one of his ears free from the headphone, he might not have heard the sound. It’s very discreet, very soft as if someone is sneaking into the room. Not that Youngjae knows anyone that is able to sneak into his gaming room without his permission.
Ah yes. Except this one.
“What are you-- what?” Youngjae’s jaw hangs open by the time he tears his vision from the screen to you, standing in your glory right a meter away from him.
“Why? What happened? Is y/n there?” jaebeom.
“Not really a problem though. Can I say hi to y/n?” yugyeom.
“I can see someone coming, guys.” Mark.
Youngjae doesn’t know if he wants to laugh or to cry. You’re standing about a few feet away from him, in an attire that is foreign to his eyes but absolutely gorgeous, sexy, deathly- did he say deathly? -- and fuck you look so fucking sexy. Your satin gown is modest yet slutty, exposing your chest and only covers half of your breast, the only thing that probably holds the placket of your robe is the three little buttons on your navel which threatens to burst.
Shit.
Something comes to his mind and right when he recognises your outfit, a certain name slips through his lips. “Esdeath.”
“Es- what?” Jaebeom asks, still distracted by the incoming attack from the enemies.
“Esdeath?” Yugyeom on the other hand, successfully shot the new incomer and went into hiding while still focusing on the topic. “Esdeath as in the Esdeath in Akame Ga Kill?”
“Esdeath visited you?” Jaebeom mutters incredulously through the microphone. Youngjae can see that he’s squinting at the screen, probably trying to see the ‘Esdeath’ he mentioned. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“What- what are you doing?” this time Youngjae totally feels like crying. He forgot that he’s video conferencing to play PUBG and the possibility of his friends watching this through their screen frightened him. Muting the microphone, he looks at you again with mixed expression. “Baby, what are you doing?”
His voice sounds desperate and you haven’t even started anything yet. Yet.
You let Youngjae’s eyes wander from your collarbone, down to the valley of your breast and to the buttons on your navel and further until his eyes fly to meet yours again, lust clouding his mind. You can see his pupils dilate, eye blown and breathless.
It’s fun to see him affected. It makes you feel powerful. It makes you feel extremely satisfied.
Perhaps this is what Youngjae has always been feeling whenever he dominates you during sex.
“Baby?” he calls out again, desperate to know what you had in mind.
Your eyes zeroed on the growing tent under his pants, it’s evident that Youngjae is already half-hard.
“I just want to ruin your mind tonight.” the immediate satisfaction fuels your desire to make Youngjae bend for you after watching his reaction. Youngjae is, what you can make out right now, utterly speechless.
“I- I don’t understand- wait-,” as Youngjae stutters with his words, you’re already kneeling on the floor, pulling his gaming chair facing the pc again, slotting yourself between the table and Youngjae’s inviting man spread.
“There is nothing for you to understand.” you utter while the tip of your fingers play with the string of his sweatpants. Youngjae’s eyes follow your hand down, his breath hitches as you press your palm on his hardening cock, giving him a firm grip. His moan almost comes out as a whimper, grimacing at the slightest contact as he tries not to show it on his face.
“Youngjae?” Mark calls, snapping Youngjae out of his trance. He scrambles to switch the microphone on, just in time you pull down his pants, exposing his cock to your eager eyes.
The coolness of your palm wraps around his cock and the way you grip him makes Youngjae hisses in pain and pleasure, enough to elicit a curse out of him. “Fuck.”
Yugyeom quickly detects the change in Youngjae’s mood, asking him if he is fine and able to continue the game. And in all honesty, Youngjae wanted to leave the game the moment you walk in with the outfit, the fucking sexy outfit. He can’t describe how turned on he was, seeing you almost naked with that Esdeath cosplay.
“One moment, Gyeom-ah.” Youngjae is about to reply when you tug on his shirt, wanting to say something to him. “What is it, sweetheart?”
For the third time of the night, Youngjae wants to cry out loud. You are sitting under his table in that robe, your breast threatening to burst out of the tight material and fuck- Youngjae is so fucking hard.
“Let’s make a deal. If you can finish the game quietly while I suck you,” your aura is absolutely different tonight, Youngjae realises that. You’re more dominating and goodness gracious, Youngjae have no problem with that. You’re so hot and Youngjae would give anything for you to suck him. “I’ll let you rip this robe off me and fuck me senseless.”
Youngjae’s eyes widen at your suggestion. You’re making a deal with him? For what?
“And what if I can’t?”
“Well, if you can’t,” you drag your nail along his shaft, sending shivers up his spine. “Then you’ll let me ride you. Let me fuck myself on your cock.” you challenge him, holding his cock towards your lips, sucking his head lightly. Saltiness of his pre-cum invades your taste bud and you’re now addicted, wanting more of his cock.
Youngjae inhales a deep breath, shifting in his place before unmuting his microphone, resuming his attention to the game.
Oh, bring it on.
“Youngjae, why are you so slow?” Jaebeom asks, running towards the unidentified dead bodies. He starts collecting the weapon and life stock while Youngjae’s game character stops in the middle of the track as if it’s malfunctioning. Technically, the owner of that character is, indeed, malfunctioning.
Youngjae’s breath labored as you continued to bob up and down his length, fisting his cock from the base and stroking his scrotum. It’s hard not to moan. Youngjae has been enduring your teasing quite good so far, only occasional hiccups and soft whines escapes from him and went unnoticed by other members.
Youngjae has long given up to switch his microphone from mute to unmute then to mute again, he now resorts to detaching his headphone away from his head after muting the microphone so he won’t have to hear anything.
“Baby.” he whines, hips thrusting upwards as you kitten licks his head and slots your tongue on his slit, collecting his pre-cums. Youngjae’s cock is dangerously red, as if if you try to lick him one more time, you’ll see blood. His veins pop up and paint his length angrily. “Please baby. I don’t want to play the game anymore.”
“Hm?” you ask, not quite hearing his pleas. You take him in your mouth again, going down on him until he’s deep in your throat, humming to your satisfaction. His cock isn’t exactly big but he definitely makes up for the girth with his length and his stroke. “You’re saying?”
“I just-” a loud moan escapes him after you deep throat him once again, hitting your gag reflex. Youngjae trashes in his seat, holding the back of your head gently but firmly. It’s too much pleasure for him you guess. “Fuck. fuck. Fuck. please baby. Don’t do this to me.”
You release him with a pop and watch his cock curves backward, smearing the mixture of his precums and your saliva against his shirt. You don’t care about the video conferencing at the moment, you just push him further from the table so you can stand up and straddle him on his chair. They can watch if they want to.
You tug on the string of your underwear, revealing your nicely trimmed pussy to his eyes. At the sight of your drenched core, Youngjae mutters curses under his breath, reaching a finger to your fold.
“Fuck.” he caress your fold with his middle finger, occasionally dipping it inside only to let a gush of wetness out of your pussy. “Fuck, you’re drenched.”
“Mmhm.” you agree. You’re wet from all the thoughts while you suck his cock, thinking of how good it would feel when you ride him. “Can I ride you now?”
“Fuck.” Youngjae’s hand grips your hip as he guides you, slowly sheathing his cock inside you at your speed. “Ride my cock, use my cock. Do whatever you want.”
“Oh-” you let out a long moan to the stretch of your pussy is extremely good, the feeling of being filled with Youngjae’s cock takes you to another level of ecstasy. Even though you have been fucked a lot, however, riding Youngjae’s cock is always, undefeated pleasure.
“Are you being filled well, princess?” Youngjae asks as he’s balls deep inside you.
“So, so full, Youngjae.”
“Goodness.” Youngjae’s hands roam all over your ass, then up to your navel, pinching your nipples through the satin robe. “You dressed up like Esdeath to have sex with me?”
“I just wanted to try a new thing.” You shift in your place and Youngjae’s tip nudges a certain spot in you, causing you to throw your head back, gripping on his shoulder tightly. Your eyes shut close as you start to ride his cock, feeling the bliss of his veins against your walls.
Youngjae on the other hand is dazed with your breast, bouncing right in front of him. He reaches down and a quick flick of his thumb, your robe is open and you’re absolutely naked to him, at least. Your robe stays on your body but the upper part of the robe has slid down and exposed your shoulder, probably a good view for the boys.
“Look at these breasts.” he tuts, sticking his tongue to graze one of your nipples. It’s not a secret that Youngjae loves your breast and he probably has a fetish for your twin peaks. He always gives extra attention and he can go on for hours, licking and sucking your nipples.
“Want me to feed you?” you ask, hips moving up and down his length but you can always multitask, cupping your breasts and bringing them together, putting the nipples close. “Suck them, please?”
“Fuck. Yes fuck. Fuck.” he holds you by your waist, sucking your peaks alternately. Whenever the tip of his tongue grazes one of your nipples, your walls tighten around his cock, causing him to hiss in return. “You’re really enjoying this, huh?”
You nod, impaling yourself on his cock. You’re getting tired and you don’t really feel your legs so your movement starts to falter, slowing down after a few while. “Jae…”
“Tired?” he chuckles, tapping your ass as you nod to his question. As much as you enjoy riding him, you have to admit that your stamina would never surpass Youngjae’s.
Youngjae lifts you in his arms and just like that, his dominant side appears again. Bringing you to the bed, Youngjae manages to press his cock deeper inside you, making you moan all the way.
“Look at you.” he tuts when you’re spread on the bed, half naked in your Esdeath cosplay. “So beautiful.”
“So fucking sexy.”
“The death of me.” Youngjae’s hand trails up your leg, past your navel and cups your breast, pinching and rolling your taut bud. You actually shiver at the change of his emotion, retracting to become the submissive partner like you always did.
“Youngjae.”
“Hm?”
“Fuck me.” you plead, whispering as if someone will hear you. Ironic, you thought. Youngjae’s friends have probably disconnected the video conferencing because of your lewd moans and now you dare to whisper? “Please,”
“Oh yeah, of course my Esdeath. I’d fuck you hard and raw.” he promises, lining his cock at your entrance. “Be my guest.”
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writing tag game
I took this from @kitepiper. She didn't tag me but said anyone could tag themselves, so here it is
(Personal note: For this, I'm considering mostly my works for Star Wars fandom, leaving out the rest of my current/old fandoms under other pseuds)
how many works do you have on Ao3?
Just 8 published (complete or WIPs). I have a few others in the works tho. You can check them out here.
what’s your total Ao3 word count?
14,505 words so far. Many more to come, I hope.
what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Kadala ~ The Mandalorian (G/complete/1197 words)
My first fic for Star Wars! I wrote it in the high after the season 1 finale of the Mandalorian because I fell in love with Din and Grogu.
Rough Awakening ~ The Bad Batch (T/wip/5,922 words of ?)
I have to thank the tbb fandom for this. In a very short time, you guys have given me so much love through kudos and comments on this fic. As you know, I'm obsessed with Crosshair's chip and refuse to believe that he took it out, so this is my way to deal with that. Also, it's the prequel to another one that i'm working on.
Rescue in Ryloth ~ The Bad Batch (T/complete/670 words)
My first for TBB. I wrote this so fast, which is a rare thing for me. But the leaking of the trailer for that episode sent me into a writing frenzy. It didn't go in the episode as I thought it would, but you can blame me for dreaming, right? 😉
Drifting ~ The Mandalorian (G/complete/574 words)
Based on the season 2 trailer. A way more angsty take than it really was about what I thought it'd happen to tin dad and his green son while the half-destroyed Razor Crest (RIP) drifted through space.
Road To Lira San ~ Rebels [Kalluzeb] (T/wip/3556 words of ?)
This one is very dear to my heart because it's for the 2 most idiotic fools in love of the galaxy! Seriously, when I started watching Rebels and reading fics for the show and I saw many of them were for this ship I was like... What? Zeb with Kallus? Really? People ships whatever 🙄🙄 Oh, but then one single episode changed it all and I had to eat my own words 😝 I know it seems I have abandoned it but no! I promise! I have several chapters done but not the one I suppose to update next!! Ugh!
do you respond to comments, why or why not?
Usually, yes. I think that it's a way to let know the readers that you appreciate their support. If I don't, it's because I'm busy and I have a large queue of them to reply
what’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?
I always write happy(ish) endings for my fics, or at least, that's what I aim for. From my completed fics, I think Kadala is the happiest one. It's a fluffy one-shot with hurt/comfort where everything goes well in the end.
what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Drifting. It's has an open ending that you could take it to angsty side if you want. Although, I made a end note saying everything works out in the end. Like I said before, I always picture/write happy endings, not matter how much angst I throw along the way there
do you write crossovers?
I started working on 2 of them for one of my other fandoms but never finished/published them. If the idea/opportunity presents itself, i probably would do it for Star Wars at some point.
have you ever received hate on a fic?
I have, once, a long time ago. In fact, I just remembered that because recently someone liked a post I made back then and I saw this other post below of me talking about it. Honestly, at the time, I chose not to give the power to the person who wrote the hate comment and ignored it. So much that I TOTALLY forgot about it. That's the best way to deal with it. Do not engage with bullies/hateful people.
do you write smut? if so, what kind?
Oh yes! I have nothing published for SW yet, but I will this coming October because I'll participating in kinktober (among other [fill the blank]-tober challenges). I must confess that I feel comfortable writing all kinds of smut, from sweet and not graphic to hardcore kinky stuff. I have only a few squicks about it.
have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes, once that I know of. It felt so awful. It was in my infancy as a fic writer, almost 20 years ago. It was in a small fandom were (as usual) there was a ship war and it was so bad that the site where I posted had 2 separate sections, one for each ship. But one troll came with the fantastic idea 😒 of plagiarizing the fics from a side and publishing them on the other side, creating a new user (almost identical to the original author adding a period in the name so it seemed it was the author indeed) and changing the name of the protagonist. If it wasn't for a friend of mine that liked both ships and read works on both sides that she noticed my work, the thief might've gotten away with it. Later I found out that this person was doing the same thing to several others
Hardly a pleasant experience.
have you ever had a fic translated?
I have translated some of my own fics to Spanish. And someone asked once if they could translate one of my fics into Russian if I'm not mistaken but I didn't feel comfortable with that because I didn't know this person at all, so I didn't give my permission.
have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes, 2 times. Both were great experiences. The first was back in the day in an old fandom, and then years later I met @tdgal1 and, shamelessly bragging here, we worked magic together.
I'm always open to working with other authors but it has to be with the right type of person. If not it can turn into a nightmarish experience
what’s your all-time favorite ship?
This is a difficult question if I include all my fandoms. So, I'm restricting myself to star wars, and without a doubt, I have to say Kalluzeb! Their story is so, so good! I won't say everything I like about them because this post will end up being ten times longer than what it's going to be. All I'll say is that I feel lucky that they had a happy ending in canon which is extremely rare.
what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
Several ones for my old fandoms, especially for Arrow (except for one, a sequel for one already finished). And I plan finishing ALL my star wars fics. It might take me a while but I'm not abandoning them
what are your writing strengths?
Coming up with ideas. I have so many!
what are your writing weaknesses?
Executing those ideas 😆 especially multichaptered fics. I suffer from New Shiny Idea Syndrome and sometimes a new idea doesn't leave me alone, torments me to the point of distraction for my other ongoing projects
what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Less is more. It can be used but sparingly and in small amounts. A word here, a phrase there, yes. A entire conversation, big fat no. There are ways to convey that characters are using a different language without having the readers to look the author's note to understand what they're talking about.
what was the first fandom you wrote for?
Floricienta 🤭🙈 which was an Argentinian show, basically a musical modern Cinderella
what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
From all my star wars fics, I must say "Rough Awakening" and "Road to Lira San". There are very dear to me for different reasons but both have special places in my heart.
No pressure tags @photogirl894 @specter-7-reporting-in @webtrinsic1122 @rachaelkelleher @hixystix @fantasyproductions
#writing tag game#tbb#the bad batch#sw rebels#the mandalorian#get to know me as a fic writer#rough awakening#drifting#road to lira san#kadala#rescue in ryloth#star wars#long post
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Kinktober - October 17 (Romani, Gudako)
Impregnation kink
“Gudako, I need your eyes on me,” the man murmured.
His hand was holding hers, keeping her from moving away from where their bodies were lining up with one another. She could feel the sweat running down her back, the artificial light of the lamp on her nightstand giving only the barest of light to the room.
“We have to do this together,” he murmured, leaning in closer. Those lips were moving to her ear, breathing hot air onto her skin. The heat billowed beneath her hair, sending a shiver through her body. The red hair was tumbling down his shoulders, brushing against her face.
“R-Romani-“
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” the doctor whispered. “I kept thinking about how you looked, dressed in those cultural robes. I kept seeing the back of you, being driven insane by how tightly that fabric was clinging to you. I could trace your very outline in those robes you had on.”
He-
“I kept thinking about bare your body was, how alone you were, surrounded by those others. I kept thinking about my own hands there, holding you close. I kept thinking about how much I liked the look of your chest peaking out. I liked the way you looked so tired when you came back.”
His body was moving closer, his lips sealing hers before she could react.
The room was so dark with these long cast shadows. There was no denying the look of those golden eyes of the doctor’s, the feel of his hands running over her body as he pulled her slowly to the tip of him.
“W-we should-“
“I’m going to make love to you, Gudako.”
Her mind stopped.
His chest was in front of her, toned and fit. His words were echoing around and around in her head, banging against the walls in there as she felt him twitch against her legs, where she was wet the most.
“I’m going to take this part of you that I have been thinking about all day. I can’t take it anymore. I won’t. You are too much for me. You are undeserving of being alone, so I am going to take you so long and so hard that there is another of you and another of me roaming this place. I am going to take you until your body cannot think of anything better to do with me than to produce a child. I will fill your entire womb-“
Her lips parted, preparing to ask him what was going on.
Romani was a stuttering mess at the talk of womanly bodies. He shied away from looking at her for stitching her up. He wouldn’t-
His hand caught hers as she tried to move it away.
“You need to feel us together. You need to accept me or we will end this here.”
End things?
Her face pulled back, her head lightly tapping against the headboard of her bed.
His bangs were falling into his face. His hair wildly around his shoulders as she felt his fingers touching at her center.
“I want to be here,” he murmured. “I want to drink every drop of what you have here and drown in the taste of you. I want to run my tongue over every single mark that remains from my treating you, until my lips and time itself make the scars fade. I want to pour myself into you until you can’t think or move without the thought of me on your mind.”
“That’s… Romani-“
“Need me.”
“I always need you,” Gudako argued. “I just- This is-“
Something slipped, delving into her before she could think of the words to say. The finger was larger than she had expected, curling in a way that was running along her inner walls.
“Gudako,” Romani urged.
“R-Romani, that’s… That’s ah…”
“You feel so soft in here,” he replied, that silver tongue wagging away. She could feel his lips kiss along her collarbone and further, finding her ear again. “I knew you would be this warm. I knew that you would prove to be every bit as intoxicating on the inside that you were on the outside.”
“We should… I mean…”
Her face was leaning towards his, finding him turning and stroking along her inner body. She could feel him all but petting with that digit, the strange feeling sending her thoughts into spirals.
“I’m all yours, Gudako,” Romani murmured. “Do you feel how your body welcomes me in? Do you feel how it drinks up all the attentions that I give you?”
“I’ve al-always liked you.”
She had never thought of this.
She’d never considered-
“I worship you,” the doctor seemed to breathe, his hot breath running along her naked body. “I pray to nothing less than the knowledge that you are so strong, Gudako. I pray to the sight of your golden eyes and your soft lips. I pray to the body that lures me to sin.”
“Romani, you’re making me… wet.”
“Do you not like it?”
His lips pressed to a spot this time, a spot that had her spine weakening, another one of those strange tremors running through her.
“Do you want me to tell you what I think you are thinking, my sweet Master?”
He wasn’t a servant.
There was no reason to call her his master.
“I think you like the feeling of me inside you,” Romani purred. “I think you like holding me inside of you. You love the feeling of me holding you. I can feel you pulling me in.”
“Romani, I-“
“Tell me you want this, Gudako.”
His finger dared to leave her, her hips sliding forward a bit to hold him a second longer. She could see those golden eyes gleaming, watching her.
“I will not take an unwilling woman. Tell me that you feel this too. Tell me that you feel this connection between us, that you also feel like you could just breathe me in like air and still need more of me.”
“I…”
There had to be something wrong with her to think this way. Her hands were weaving into that red hair, noting the stray white strands here and there. Her eyes looked up into the smoldering pair, her body aching for his return.
“You would be beautiful in this bed with me,” he purred. “You drive men into madness, smiling with that face of yours, charming with that laugh you have.”
He pressed his lips to hers.
“Lead me to you, because you and I both want this. Take me into you and welcome me in again. No fingers, no tongue; my body will take yours in the way that people have since the dawn of time. No gods or demons can tear us apart, not with your strength.”
“You’re just,” she had to pause, her hand holding that weeping stiff erection in her hands. “Bold.”
There was no better word.
“Fortune favors the bold,” he replied, leaning in as she felt his tip against where she needed him more. “You will need to hold onto something.”
“Listen, we-“
He shoved in, finishing what she was starting. Her head fell back, but she found her hips slid forward, her body moving with his before she could hit the headboard with her head.
The sheer size alone brought tears to her eyes. The thickness to go alongside it-
“You will be a beautiful mother,” the man purred. “I will hold these breasts as they grow, laving them whenever they ache. I will rub this body down until the muscles cannot stand to complain. And then when I climb into this bed with you.”
His cock was moving back.
She could feel him emptying her body of him.
“N-No-“
His body slammed in again, her scream as the surge of pleasure ran through her body making the sound echo in the room.
“Romani!”
“You are so tight against me, Gudako. I feel like your hold body is clinging to me. Will this be the only time you need for us to climax and bring forth our child? How many times do you think we should do this to assure my tiny Gudako? She will take after you, I have seen it.”
“More-“
“You will make me such beautiful children, Gudako,” the man breathed, his thrusts increasing now. One of his hands was holding her waist, his other teasing at one of her breasts. “I want to see you love me more, until you can’t possibly love me any further. I want to hear my name on your lips when you climax, your body still holding mine.”
The bedding wasn’t helpful for gripping. Her hands were clinging to him, pulling him closer, but his strength was more than she’d thought the doctor even had.
She tugged, he held back.
“Please.”
“No more kisses until you beg to me,” he teased. “I want to hear you ask for this baby. I want to hear your own lips beg for our progeny. Tell me you need me-“
“I like you, Romani-“
“Love. The word you need is love.”
“Please, Romani. Please- Just touch me. Come here!”
“How close are you?”
“More-“
His hand grabbed at her leg, lifting it, changing the position a bit as she pulled slightly out of her. The new position began to make her feel him deeper. He was hitting something. Her vision was turning white as the bubbly feeling flooded her.
“R-Roman…”
“I love you, Gudako.”
The bubbles in her adrenaline were burst, the feeling of mounting pressure reaching its climax. Her voice screamed to the room, her hands clinging to the doctor over her. Her nails ran down his back, tearing into his skin as the man went on.
“You haven’t begun to feel me yet.”
“Romani-“
“Spread for me more, Gudako. I must reach that point with you this time.”
Gods and demons help her:
She couldn’t breathe at the knowing look in those eyes.
“Say you love me, Gudako. A child should hear their mother tell their father so.”
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🎃👻Kinktober 2019 October 7th👻🎃
Day 7: Praise-kink/Body Swap/Aphrodisiacs/Incest
He was jerked out of his sleep by what sounded like himself screaming, but for once he hadn’t been having nightmares.
The screaming continued as he looked around the room. It was coming from the bathroom, and he got up to rush in there.
When he got to the doorway he stopped dead. Why the fuck was he looking at himself, freaking out in front of the mirror? “What the fuck?” His voice came out sounding exactly like Y/N’s.
He-the one in front of him-turned to him and made the dumbest fucking expression he had ever seen on his own face as he screamed again. “Oh my Gods! What’s happening?”
He blinked, the person that looked just like him sounded exactly like him too.
“I must be going crazy, that’s what this is. I’ve finally snapped, gone off the deep end.” The Levi in front of him began to muttered as he paced back and forth across the tiny bathroom.
What the fuck was going on and where the hell was Y/N? He propped a hand on his hip and soon realized something felt very different. Looking down he gasped. When the fuck did he grow tits? He reached down tentatively and where there should be a cock and sac, he felt a set of pussy lips.
“Holy fucking shit! Y/N? Is that you?” Realization started flooding his system when he remembered Hanji bringing them a new “tea” to try last night and the slightly deranged look in the scientist’s eyes.
His body turned and looked at him. “Levi?” He nodded. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” He winced as his voice thundered out. Was he really that damned loud?
“I have a feeling Shitty-Glasses is behind this.”
~~~~~
They got dressed and quickly went down the hall to Hanji’s office, where the woman cackled with unrestrained glee. “IT WORKED!!!!” She shouted as she danced around the cluttered office.
“I’m going to kill you!” Levi’s threat wasn’t nearly effective coming out in Y/N’s voice. Neither was the glare he was trying to throw the Titan obsessed freak. Y/N was apparently too damn cute to look terrifying.
When he looked over, he was suitably impressed with the dark scowl Y/N was leveling Hanji in his body. He could have done better, but he had years of mastering how to work those particular facial features.
“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist, Levi. It’ll wear off in 24 hours.” She waved his anger off, then looked at him curiously. “Are you actually wearing panties? Since you’re in her body?”
He tried to growl as he stalked to the door and threw it open. But again, not as effective. As he walked out and slammed the door, he heard Hanji yell out “You guys should have sex to see how it feels in a different body!”
~~~~~
It was really unnerving to be on the receiving end of his intense stare, Levi thought as Y/N continued to look at him appraisingly. They had told Erwin what had happened and between the laughing gasps, he had told them he would punish Hanji and he would tell everyone they were sick.
After going back to the room, Y/N had sat there for while before turning and leveling a sharp grey eyed gaze on him. Finally his flat voice rang out “We should do it.”
“What?”
“Have sex.” Levi’s eyes widened. She couldn’t be serious? He just wanted to get this day done and get back to his own body.
“Yeah...I know I’m curious. You don’t want to see what I feel when you fuck me? Experience my orgasms? I’m curious if that blow job you seem to love actually feels that good.” The words were coming from his own mouth, but seemed to send electric bolts through Y/N’s body. He felt a rush of heat pool in his pants. So that’s what she felt when she was turned on.
~~~~~
Levi moaned loudly as he covered his eyes. The fact that he was in Y/N’s body didn’t seem to counter act the embarrassment at the noises he was making. He looked down at the raven hair was that currently between his thighs. Fuck! If he had known that eating her pussy made her feel this good, it would be an every night thing! He bit down on his lip again as she latched onto his clit again and pulled it between her teeth, sucking harshly.
“AHHHH” His body arched up as he cried out, the jolt of pleasure pushing him so close to the edge. The fingers inside him had felt weird at first, but when she curled them up into his body, he had almost cried right there from the feeling. She was killing him, pumping those finger into his pussy so slowly. He craved the sensation of them pushing into his dripping wet core hard and fast.
He felt that strange knot in his stomach begin to build as his thighs began to shake around her head. Grey eyes that he normally saw in the mirror every morning looked up to watch as he started to cum.
White hot bolts of electricity shot through his body and black dots appeared in his vision as he slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming out at the overwhelming intensity of the orgasm. That rush of heat he felt when he was first turned on was multiplied by one thousand.
His body fell back against the mattress as she rose up and wiped her mouth, those thin lips he used to scowl everyday covered in his juices.
Breathlessly, he asked “What next?”
~~~~~
He winced as he gagged again. Did she have to be so damn rough? As what was yesterday was his own cock continued to pump into his mouth, he wondered how she didn’t throw up all over him sometimes.
She tasted a bit salty, but not unpleasantly so. Even if he was in a girl’s body, he had thought he was going to die of embarrassment as he had been pushed down onto his knees and her hard cock slapped against his lips. Maybe he could be a little more tactful when he wanted this.
Levi had to give her more credit, his fucking jaw ached and he wondered when the hell she was going to blow her damn load so he could take a break. Still he licked up and down the large veiny member and sucked on the tip, just like he always enjoyed. Using his fist to pump the base, he realized it was kind of a bitch to synchronize the pumping and bobbing at the same time without slamming a fist into your mouth. He was impressed she always made it look so easy.
The hands in his hair gripped tighter, pushed harder on his head as she forced her cock further down his throat. He swallowed trying not to choke on all the saliva that had built up and she moaned loudly.
She tensed up and all of a sudden the cock in his mouth started pulsing and shooting hot streams of bitter cum down his throat. Swallowing rapidly to keep from getting it everywhere, he wondered if it always was this bitter and thick. Even after he had pulled her softening cock from his mouth, it felt like it was coating the back of his throat.
~~~~~
He grunted at the sensation of being completely. She looked down and asked “How does it feel?”
She laughed at his answer. “Like my pussy needs to take a shit.”
When she started moving, her thrusts were awkward. But considering she hadn’t used a dick before, he was pretty certain she was doing it right because he eyes practically rolled back in his head when she hit the back of his cervix.
As she gained confidence, Levi felt his tits bounce as his body was slammed into over and over again. She scooped up his legs and threw them on her shoulders as she started pounding even faster into his pussy. Practically screaming from the pleasure as she battered against his g-spot over and over. He felt all the air rush out of his body as he tightened around her and felt a thin stream of liquid begin to squirt all over Y/N’s cock.
He didn’t have time to calm down from that explosive orgasm as she drove herself in deeper, pressing harder into his sensitive pussy and flexing her cock as he felt himself being filled with her warm cum. The jettison of fluid against his cervix felt amazing as he clenched down on her harder.
He felt her weight flop down on him as they both tried to find their normal breathing pattern. The gentle pulses of her cock still inside him made his pussy tighten in unison. When they had finally stopped, she pulled out and held out her hand to him.
Pulling him up, she commented “You have five seconds before my cum starts running down your legs.”
“Fucking disgusting.” Levi grimaced as they made their way to the showers.
~~~~~
When he woke up the next morning, he was so happy to see Y/N’s actual face beside him. He sighed in relief. They were back in their own bodies.
While he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy their own personal experimentation, it was nice to know how to pee correctly again, that sitting down for everything sucked.
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hate sex with dabi
part of my ‘kinktober’ series, but it’s only half the days and I decided to start at the end of October.
Our second chapter, featuring Dabi and you as a tsundere. B—Baka!
warnings & shizz: slightly non-con for the first half and, obviously, there’s smut below the cut. i can’t look at Dabi the same now so thank you.
there’s our favourite crispy mofo.
prompt — ‘hate sex’ (except it’s not towards the end)
character — dabi / touya todoroki (reeeeeeeeeeeeee)
“I fucking hate you,” Dabi spat, undoing his pants. You sat there, glaring up at him with angered eyes, your lips curling back into a snarl.
Ever since you had joined the League of Villains (shortly after the majority of the League had joined, but before the attack on the U.A. training camp), you and Dabi had butt heads. At first, it started with minor disagreements (such as you disagreeing with the mockingly saccharine nicknames he gave you, namely ‘princess’) to full-blown arguments based on your petulance and his blasé attitude towards everything. It got so bad that the League had pretty much all unanimously and silently agreed to keep you both out of the same room as each other (judging by the way Toga would usher you out of the room when he swaggered in).
But now you two were face-to-face, or rather, face-to-crotch.
The rest of the League were off on some reconnaissance mission, well, except for Shigaraki and Kurogiri, but they were upstairs in Shigaraki’s room after Shigaraki had freaked out on Dabi and Kurogiri had to excuse both himself and the young leader to calm down. So, here you were, trying to enjoy yourself (as much as you could with that burnt, Jack Skellington-looking motherfucker staring at you from the other side of the room) as you watched pregnant dwarf porn when he’d walked over to you, dragged you to the floor and uttered those four words:
‘I fucking hate you’.
You’d heard it before, many times, in fact. Your slightly bitchy attitude didn’t really mesh well with most people which was one of the many reasons you were outcasted by society and what led you to end up here. The fact that he said it wasn’t really what bothered you, it was the fact he was unzipping his pants.
You shot him a quizzical, if annoyed look before moving to get up.
“Sit the fuck down,” He commanded, harshly, and you found yourself planting your ass back onto the floor by the sheer power that exuded from his voice. He finished unzipping his pants, then slid them down along with his boxers.
You almost expected his dick to be scarred, but was pleasantly surprised with the condition it was in. Clean, pristine and fucking huge. Considering he was semi-flaccid as of now, you couldn’t exactly pinpoint his size, but, what you did know, was that he was definitely a shower. Two adjacent barbell piercings shone in the dim light of the bar-turned-hideout and you squirmed backwards then crawled forwards again, almost intrigued as Dabi took his cock by one hand and jerked it to full hardness.
A sliver of drool slid down the side of your mouth, which you quickly wiped away before he saw. I am not turned on, I am not turned on, I am—
“Now, suck it,” He demanded, one hand on his erect prick and the other coiled in your hair to stabilize your movements. “And pay attention to the piercing, that’s where the money is.”
You glared up at him, “Eat a—slurk!” You gagged as he forced you down onto his dick, pushing you past your feeble gag reflex and down into your throat proper. A throb echoed through your body, followed by a dull buzz that shot straight down to your cunt, like an electric shock that jolted you awake. “Glack—! Glack—!”
“I’m sorry, you tryna say something? Can’t really hear you over all that cock-sucking your doin’.” Dabi mocked, brushing a hand through his spiky hair. So indifferent about everything, as if he weren’t getting his cock sucked. Granted, you weren’t doing a very good job and, for the most part, were just holding his cock in your throat, but, still, you expected some degree of moaning. He yanked your hair harshly and you grimaced, eyes flickering up to look at him. “You’re worse than I thought. Move your tongue around or somethin’. I thought someone who’s so good at yappin’ her mouth would be good at using it.”
“Gkrrkk fakkk yo—akkk—!” You manage to get out, frowning as you meant to say ‘go fuck yourself’.
Realizing verbal insults wouldn’t work, not only because you surprisingly couldn’t speak with an eight-inch cock clogging your throat, but also because of his indifferent attitude, you slide your hand up to his surprisingly muscled thighs (homie must have been doing squats) and pinched as hard as you could.
He doesn’t even flinch…
He only snickers and grabs you by the hair tighter until your scalp burns. He pushes you down onto his cock, then pulls you up again. You gag, your throat burning as he uses you as a repressed gamer would use a sex toy. Tears well in your eyes as you stare up at his blurry image. At the sight of him, your core burns and you hate yourself for feeling the way you do, but—.
But you need relief…
Your hand sneaks down your pants, quickly tugging at the buttons and the zip until it slides down to reveal your underwear. With a vicious, needy savagery, you tug your last barrier of resistance down—grasping for your aching pussy. You figure if he gets his relief by fucking your throat, you can, at least, touch yourself.
Your index enters your spasming, hot cunt and a shameful ‘squelch’ fills the room as you realize just how wet you are. Luckily, Dabi doesn’t realize over the chorus of ‘gakkk’, ‘gakkk’, ‘gakkk’s you make as you’re forced down onto his cock, or else he would’ve come up with some witty remark to mock you. Finding one finger isn’t enough, you quickly add your middle finger to the mix and use your thumb to massage your engorged clit in small, circular motions.
You moan against his cock and are about to reach a hand up to play with your chest when Dabi pulls at your hair again, signalling you to look at him.
“Oh, so you have the energy to touch yourself, but you can’t give me a decent blowjob?” He asks, but you can tell from his tone that he isn’t truly angry. You’ve never really seen him express any emotion other than ‘I can’t give a fuck; I’m just trolling everyone’ or ‘I kinda enjoy this’. “Now tell me how that’s fair.”
You only murmur against his thick cock and he chuckles.
“You want me to fuck you, right?” He asks, his hand actually falling away from your hair.
He’s giving you autonomy, a choice, a decision. You rub your thighs together, your nipples hardening as you think. You’re still on the fence as to what you think of him altogether. Sure, you two get into arguments constantly and you were certain you hated him, but you kinda were happy to be around him. You enjoyed his laid-back attitude, you enjoyed how he called you ‘princess’, you—
You—
Fuck! You thought. Why the fuck did you miss him when you were ushered away from each other? Why would you secretly peer into the room when he was in there? Why, when you looked at him, did you feel so content? Like you could stare into those captivating, electric eyes of his whilst the world crumbled around you too.
Could it be love?
You didn’t answer that, instead, you slipped his cock out of your throat, coughing slightly as you did so.
“L—Listen!” You addressed him, despite knowing that he was already listening. You cleared your throat, hoping it would diminish your stuttering. It didn’t. “T—This is only a friends with benefits sorta thing. I—I d—don’t want you thinking this is l—love, okay?”
Dabi shrugged, “Fine by me.”
And your heart dropped at that. You didn’t know why, it just did. Why did you want him to care? Why did you want him to insist you two had a romantic relationship? Why couldn’t you just express your emotions clearly? Why was this so—so difficult?
Why—?
Why—?
Why—?
Still, you had to remain strong and unbothered. Just like he did. You straightened yourself up, took your fingers away from your cunt—even as it spasmed in protest—and looked up at him.
“What are you waiting for?” You asked, embarrassed by the silence. “Give me your dick.”
“It’s right there,” He said, motioning to the cock that was right in front of you, but not bothering to move.
You looked to the floor in embarrassment. Of course, I’m so stupid.
You tentatively grasped for the dick, shuddering with excitement as you brought your face closer to it. The smell, of spit and salty pre-cum, made you lightheaded as you licked your lips. I’m ready.
You opened your lips and leaned forward, swallowing the head in its entirety before his tip hit the back of your throat and your gag reflex kicked in. You choked on his dick, but found salvation as you started to move your head backwards and forwards—bobbing your head slowly. You remembered what he said earlier about his piercings and traced your tongue along a particularly thick vein on the underside of his dick until you found two adjacent metal barbells.
You swirled your tongue around the piercings, finding relief as he groaned in pleasure. You smirked knowingly before your hands crept down to find their own pleasure. Once again, you pushed your index and middle finger into your hot cunt, moaning against his cock before pressing your thumb against your swollen clit, rubbing your nub as your other hand reached up to tweak a neglected nipple.
“Fuck, that’s better, princess,” He places his hand into your hair, but, this time, instead of pulling or tugging, he simply caressed. “Such an obedient lil’ slut, aren’t you?”
Determined now, you continue your assault on his piercings, but force your head down further and further until you’re certain you’ve reached the halfway mark. Then, taking your hand off of your nipples, you trail it down to his swollen balls. You cup one inquisitively to which he gives a drawn-out followed by patting your head urgently.
Careful not to fuck up and cause Dabi immense pain, you softly squeeze his nut, rolling it under your fingers until the gesture becomes natural to you. You stare up at him and he smirks down at you, obviously pleasured judging by the way he’s biting his lip. You multitask, bobbing your head up and down as you gently squeeze his balls and play with yourself.
Your head feels like its lying on clouds, there’s no thought, no work, no nothing and you feel…
Euphoric.
And so does he.
“Be prepared, slut,” He tells you, running a hand through your hair. “I’m gonna cum soon, okay?”
You nod your head before going back to your cock-sucking endeavours, desperate to reap your well-deserved reward. Your movements hold a new vigour now you have something to work towards, you finally know what it means to be—
To be—
Happy.
Yes, that’s the word.
And, as he throws his head back and gives one final moan before cumming down your throat, you’re certain he’s happy too...
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A Year of Writing FFXV
Wow, I can’t believe Ive been writing consistently for FFXV for over a year now. I love it so much! Seriously, I have never been more involved in a fandom or made so many friends. And having so many happy experiences led to a lot of inspiration and a lot more fics, I think. And here I am to share them all!
I keep seeing end of the year art memes and I think they’re really cool, but I was a little sad that there’s nothing like that for fanfic. So I decided to do something similar enough. But a lot longer lol.
Here’s every fic that contributed to the over 200,000 words of FFXV fanfic I wrote in 2017! Its a big mix of SFW, NSFW and many, many pairings. I hope you enjoyed this year of fandom as much as I did! And please don’t be afraid to spread the fandom love <3
Thanks to everyone for all the support!
More Than Words Can Wield The Matter - My big ‘ol drabble collection. SFW and NSFW and many pairings. Check the titles of each chapter for pairings and content.
January
Warmness and Affection -SFW, OT4, Noctis and Prompto get stuck in a snowstorm, so Gladio and Ignis must rescue them and deal with the aftermath.
Shotgun -SFW, Gen, Ignis is a very, very good driver. Prompto wants to drive the Regalia, but Ignis finds a better job for him.
Old Lullaby -SFW, OT4, Gladio, Ignis and Prompto get hit with confusion and they start attacking everything and everyone, leaving Noct to fend for himself.
Of Hair Colors and Gossip -SFW, OT4, A brief history of style and fashion in Lucis, and the royalty that inspired it.
Melt Into You -SFW, OT4 but mostly Gladnoct, The boys get massages at Galdin Quay's resort, but Noctis' doesn't go as planned. Cue Gladio taking care of him and lots of comfort.
February
No Need to Play Pretend -SFW, OT4, Five times someone figured out exactly what kind of relationship Noctis, Gladio, Ignis and Prompto have with each other, and one time someone actually tried to do something about it.
Sericeus -NSFW, OT4, Prompto, Gladio and Ignis want to get Noctis something nice for his birthday. Really nice. Like, there’s no price limit nice.
Aces Up Your Sleeve -SFW, Gen, Regis' first born always has been and always will be the light of his life. Transboy Noct comes out to his dad.
March
Fit the Mold -SFW, Gen, Noctis suffers from chronic pain, but his princely duties slow down for no one. Fed up with Gladio's impossible training, he wishes Gladio could feel what it's like to live in his shoes. Just for one day.
Heart's Desire -SFW, OT4, Noctis has survived his ascension and Insomnia is rebuilding, but an important question lingers: Who will the new King marry? (Answer: Everyone)
Flowers in the Sun -NSFW, Promnis, Ignis finds one of Prompto's sex toys in the Regalia. Again. Iggy and transguy Prompto smut.
Oversharing Blogger Liveblogs Dildo Debacle with Boyfriend in Hospital -NSFW, OT4, Gladio accidentally gets a dildo stuck inside him and his boyfriends are not helping.
Under My Skin -SFW, OT4, Noctis takes a nasty hit from an MT and becomes temporarily paralyzed from the hips down. The boys struggle to find balance as Noctis pushes forward in his recovery.
Fire Walk With Me -SFW, OT4, Caffeine withdrawal hits Ignis hard and fast in one of the caves under Lucis and the boys deal with the fallout.
April
Noct Up -NSFW, OT4, The boys are all happily together, but one day Prompto hears Gladio saying some...choice things to Noctis during sex. For Gladio and Noct it may be a kink, but for Prompto it's a horrifying reality that he has no desire to face. Transguy Prompto.
I've Got Stamina -SFW, Gen, Cor visits the boys after the destruction of Altissa, and finds that Ignis is not being treated properly. Heavy focus on blind Iggy.
By The Sword -NSFW, OT4, A sudden bout of depression hits Gladio hard as he finally gets to mourn while the other three try to make sense of their Shield’s complicated and tangled emotions.
Unraveled -NSFW, Promptis, Transguy Noct has a desire and oral-fixated Prompto has a solution.
May
Kissing Game -SFW, OT4, The boys start playing a guessing game with Ignis after he loses his sight. Ignis doesn't mind playing along, because each of his lovers have such obvious tells.
Stay With Me -SFW, OT4, Prompto gets injured in the Crestholm Channels, so the boys must help him out of the depths of the sewer while his claustrophobia comes in waves.
Forget About Mine -SFW, OT4, ABO, Prompto is curious as to how each of their presentations went. Ignis' is a bit...abnormal.
Noctis and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Heat -NSFW, OT4, ABO, Noct has a rough heat, but his pack is there to help him, in all their unique ways.
A Royal Honor -NSFW, OT4, Noct finally bottoms for Gladio and bulge kink ensues.
The Anchor -SFW, Gen, Noctis was diagnosed with autism at the young age of two. Now three, his therapists want to introduce him to a friend to help him develop his communication and social skills. Ignis, a shy six-year-old, just might be the perfect fit.
The Citizen's Crown -NSFW, OT4, Prompto takes a turn bottoming for Gladio and MORE bulge kink ensues.
June
Petit Four -SFW, Promptio, Prompto works in the Citadel as a server and part of the kitchen staff and he’s helping cater a large party one night. Long after the party is over, Mr. Amicitia phones the kitchen and requests a tray of desserts be brought up to his room...
July
Partition -NSFW, Ignoct, “Driver,” Ignis leaned forward, smiling as he put a teasing lilt in his voice, “roll up the partition, please.”
August
Come What May -SFW, Ignoct, Transguy Noct,
INSOMNIA, Lucis- 9:32 AM- Sources confirm that His Highness Noctis Lucis Caelum and his Royal Advisor, Ignis Scientia, are in a committed relationship together—and have been for some time.
September
Sleepless in Insomnia -SFW, OT4, Noctis and Prompto have been struggling to get a good night's sleep for years. Ignis and Gladio have been trying to help them find an answer, but nothing is working out. Ignis' latest idea is a unique blanket for the boys to share, but Noctis and Prompto aren't convinced.
Solace With You -NSFW, Gladnoct, Gladio returns from Gilgamesh's trial bruised and beaten, and the boys just barely get to him in time. After all is said and done he seeks comfort from Noctis, but the prince's emotions get the better of him.
Things Divine -NSFW, Gladnis, Transguy Ignis, Gladio and Ignis talk about what they want, explore each other, and get swept away. And they make mistakes, too.
October
(kinktober was a trip...)
A Matter of Time -SFW, OT4, Prompto tells Noctis about the rest of his life. Very sad.
Pretty Little Things -NSFW, Lunyx, Nyx loves everything about Luna, inside and out.
Good & Tight -NSFW, Ignoct, Transguy Ignis, Ignis indulges in something so satisfying, so perfect...Noctis doesn't get to indulge in anything except Ignis' pleasure.
Sensory Pleasures -NSFW-ish, OT4, The boys bought one piece of lingerie, but one turned into two, and two into six...
Bound (Together) and Gagged -NSFW, IgLuna, Luna is content to keep all the pleasure to herself and watch her lover squirm below her.
Wet Dream -NSFW, Promptis, Prince Noctis buys himself a captured mercreature, though he isn't sure what to do with him.
Between a Shield and a Hard Place -NSFW, Gladnoct, ABO, Gladio quite literally rises to Noctis' challenge of holding him up against a wall and sucking him off at the same time.
Prompto's Amazing Alpha Powers -SFW, OT4, ABO, Prompto inadvertently proves that he’s a great alpha, and these 4 fools are a lot closer then any of them have realized.
Rosemary and Mint -NSFW, Promnis, Prompto trusts, and gives all of himself to Ignis. Sensory deprivation and waxplay.
A Night Off -NSFW, Promptis, ABO, An eager Prompto just wants to help Noct, exhausted from caring for his first child, relax for a night. Lactation kink.
Heat-aides -NSFW, Ignoct, ABO, With Prompto and Gladio away on Crownsguard business, Ignis and Noctis must find an easy way to ride out Noctis' heat together. They go shopping for some unique but very helpful little devices.
Man and Machine -NSFW, OT4, Noctis buys a sybian, and later on Ignis finds it.
Impeccable -NSFW, IgLuna, Luna and Ignis sneak away from a party for some quick and dirty sex.
November
Desperate -NSFW, Gladnoct, Noct is being a bratty little shit, and he knows it. Spanking.
Shield of the King -SFW, Gladnoct, One time Noct comforted Gladio, and one time Gladio comforted Noct. Set in Brotherhood and Post Canon, respectively.
December
Not Beyond Repair -NSFW, OT4, Noctis feels excluded from their recerntly established poly relationship and the boys find out they still have a lot to learn about each other.
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