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lostalioth · 7 months

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𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

→ premise: it was a bad idea, wayne came home and could hear you and eddie and yet the two of you didn’t wanna stop, it felt far too good to want it to end.

→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, almost getting caught, mutual masturbation, gagging/covering mouth, praise, small amount of oral [m receiving], nicknames [sweet girl, baby]

→ a/n: 02 kinktober

Eddie's hand presses against your mouth covering it suddenly. You look at him with wide and confused eyes as your own fingers still their movement between your legs. He holds a finger up to his own mouth with his other hand as a way of telling you to shush. “Heyy, Eds you home??” You hear the front door to the trailer swing open and Wayne's voice echo from down the hall. Your body froze, he wasn't supposed to come home yet.

You and Eddie were frozen still, laid out on his bed your thighs spread, his legs also spread and laid over your calves facing you, both on full display for one another. Your fingers were still buried deep inside you, you twitch and clench around them aching for your movement earlier to continue. You were getting close but the interruption made your body tense now. Eddie's hand moves from in front of his mouth and wraps around his cock again, pulling your attention right back to it. His tip red and angry, veins protruding and begging for your mouth.

“Uhh yeah im home, i was just about to take a nap though” Eddie's voice answering his uncle breaks you from your trance. His voice being far too calm and collected for what his previous actions were, it slightly impresses you. You make a small noise in surprise and confusion, it being very muffled by Eddie's hand but he gets the message and mouths a quick “I'm sorry sweet girl” at you while Wayne responds.

“Oh nice think i'll rest too, work was rough” Wayne yells once again before heading off down the opposite hall, you were grateful for the odd layout of the trailer. Eddie waits until he hears his uncle's door shut before he begins stroking his throbbing cock again, his release right on the edge once again. “Oh fuck, good girl staying quiet so we dont get caught” Eddie groans softly, eyes glued to your face a slightly embrassed but still lustful look in your eyes. Your eyes lit up at the praise and Eddie doesn't miss a beat. “Oh you like that? Huh baby? Be my good girl and keep playing with that pussy for me okay?” Your fingers slowly pump inside yourself once again after the embarrassment washes away. “Eddie..” you moan against his hand a bit too loud making him shove his ring clad fingers in your mouth gagging you lightly. The metal cold against your lips and the action only furthering your arousal that's staining his sheets below you.

“Keep being quiet for me and you can cum got it baby?” Eddie's voice is laced in desperation. You can tell it's both a plea for you to be mute but also for you to cum. He needed to see you cum, he was so pent up and on the edge already but wanted to cum to the sight of your release dripping down your own fingers. You nod your head frantically and pump your fingers inside your aching pussy faster, chasing your much needed climax. Eddie flashes that damned charming smile of his at you and matches your pace with his own strokes. “Such a good girl for me, i was gonna fuck ya’ but dont think we can keep quiet enough during that i know i couldnt” he chuckles softly and slowly thrusts up into his hand, his eyes glazing over as he watches your skillful fingers pleasure yourself.

You whine around his fingers at the idea and buck your hips up in need as you start thinking about how good his cock would fill you up, the patch of curly black hair that rests at the base of of it brushing against your cilt…god you needed him to ruin you and cursed your luck that he couldn't this go around.

Your own thoughts guide you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie can see the way you frantically pump your fingers faster and bring your free hand down to your clit telling him you're close. “Aww you gonna cum sweet girl, do it” he eggs you on his voice needy and teasing. “Cum on those pretty fingers imagining it's my cock while you gag on my fingers baby” he fists his cock harder, his brain going fuzzy as he waits quite impatiently for you to finish and push him over the edge.

“Mhm~ Eddie!~” you let out a muffled wanton moan around his now spit covered fingers, your back arching off the bed. Your head falls back as your release washes over you. Your slick and cum coating your fingers and thighs as you squeeze them together at the overwhelming sensation.

“There you go baby, good girl fuckk..” he lets out a sound that's a mix between a groan and a whine as his thrusts into his large hand become sloopy and speed up. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, wet from your spit and uses that hand instead to stroke his cock.

“Sweet girl im gonna cum fuck, you want me to make a mess of my self or you wanna help me out and take it down your throat like a good girl?” Eddie's voice comes out husky and strangled as he does his best to hold back while waiting on an answer. However, you're quick to move up to your knees, your cum soaked fingers leaving your cunt making you whine. leaning your head down and swating his hand away to slide him in your mouth, your tongue tracing a vein on the underside of his shaft and sucking.

Eddie's head falls back quickly before it snaps back up to take in the view of you taking all of him in your mouth.

“What ever did I do to get such a sweet and good girl like you’s mouth on my dick shit~” he let out a string of mumbled curses as he bucked his hips up into your mouth.

He rests his hand on the top of your head as the knot in the pit of his stomach tightens and quickly unravels. He cums with a loud groan of your name leaving his lips, cum coating your throat and sliding down as you swallow every last drop. You take your mouth off him making a small pop sound when it slips out and Eddie lays there breathless. “Maybe I should’ve also gagged myself to be quiet huh?” He lets out a short and nervous chuckle between pants.

→ a/n: i keep ending up writing and posting these much later than i wanna like its techically the 4th for me as i post this but i meant to post it on the 3rd cause of how im doing kinktober and UGH

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ohbo-ohno · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2 - Titfucking

Soap x AFAB!Reader - 1.3k (on ao3)

summary: Soap's libido is at it's highest when he first comes home, and you beg for a break after one too many rounds. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: overstimulation, very brief somnophilia (like one line)

Johnny’s always like an animal when he first gets home for his leave. He retains his composure for about as long as it takes for you to drive him from the airport to your flat (and sometimes not even that long), but once your front door is closed behind you all bets are off.

It’s like his stamina never runs out, too. Like all the times he didn’t get to fuck you when he was holed away in some far off country his body remembered the missed orgasms and saved them all for you, right when he gets back.

He fucks you against the door first, your knees locked around his waist, his pace hard and rough. He covers your neck with hickeys, sucks hard enough that you think they might never fade.

Then slow and sweet, missionary, on the couch. He holds your hands, makes out with you tenderly from start to finish, then rolls onto his back and tugs you on top of him like a weighted blanket once you've both gotten off.

He eats you out while you’re making dinner, lifts you by the thighs and sits you right on the counter and ignores your whines about burning the food. You shoo him out of your kitchen after, your cheeks flaming with heat when he doesn't even bother to wipe his chin.

He bends you over the table after you’re done eating, makes a joke about enjoying his dessert that has you rolling your eyes. You whine a little about not being able to come again and he takes it as a personal challenge - gets you off twice with just his tongue.

He fucks you in the shower, your hands pinned by his and your burning cheek pressed against the cool tile. You hardly get to wash your hair, have to speed through your usual process because his cock is rock hard between his thighs when he watches you lather yourself with soap. He's on you the moment the last suds are washed from your body.

You do your skincare routine and he ducks behind you, eats your pussy from the back and moans like he’s tasting the food of the gods. You whine and try to squirm away, but he hooks two fingers inside of you, hits that perfect spot and doesn't relent when you go limp against the vanity.

You’re not sure how his dick hasn’t fallen off by the time you finally fall into bed, the space between your legs already aching in that pleasantly used way. He fucks you to sleep, slow and from the back with nibbling bites up and down the side of your neck. By the time he comes inside of you, you can barely keep your eyes open.

At some point later in the night you wake up to a dark room, flipped onto your stomach and a hard cock rolling thrusts in and out of your heat. You moan, close your eyes, and wait for Johnny to get off, fall asleep when you feel him slam to a stop deep inside of you. He doesn't roll away, but his heavy and warm weight on top of you is a familiar comfort, a satisfying way to remind you that he's here, he's home, and he's not going anywhere (at least for a few weeks, but your sleep-addled brain is far too fuzzy to think about things like that).

The next time you wake up, you’re more aware. You’re tucked under Johnny’s chin now, one leg hiked up around his waist with your arms curled around his neck, and you feel him prodding at your hole. Before you’re fully awake you jerk back, the sharp spike of pain far past pleasure.

“Jo-Johnny,” you gasp, trying to blink heavy eyelids open before giving up and burrowing beneath his chin. “No more, not tonight, baby.”

“Lass,” he whines, and you can feel the tension in his chest. “Please, I’ll be quick, yeah? Just need to come again, fuck, need to come in you, please, need to fuck you so bad-“

“Nooo,” you moan, squeezing your thighs shut around him to try and keep his wiggling fingers out. “Hurts, Johnny.”

He makes a punched out sound, like your pain is his. “‘M sorry, bonnie, so sorry. But I gotta- I need'ta come, my fuckin’ cock aches.”

You make your own little keen, burrow further into him and pull your hips away. “Want me to suck you off?”

“Hah- no, you’re sleepy, love, want you to stay nice and comfy. Just what if… what if I fuck your tits?”

“Hm?” You purr a little, digging your nose further up into his throat. He smells so familiar, so much like Johnny, you're not sure how you survive without him next to you every night.

“Yeah, c’mon,” Johnny’s voice has an air of urgency to it as he pushes you onto your back. You blink bleary eyes open just in time to see him crawl up and straddle your ribs, his cock hard and heavy between your breasts.

Johnny hisses through his teeth at the sight of his cock swallowed by your beautiful chest, lets a little more of his weight rest on your torso. It restricts your breathing just enough for you brain to wake up a little more.

You lift your head enough to look down as he starts thrusting, the smooth slide of skin nothing more than a bit pleasant for you but drawing a long drawn-out moan from your boyfriend.

Johnny falls to a hunch over you, elbows on either side of the bed above you and head hung low so he can stare down at his own motions. His forehead rests on the crown of your head, the sweat on his brow sliding onto your skin.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans. “Press ‘em together for me.”

Had you been more awake you might’ve snipped something about using the magic word, but as it is the combination of Johnny’s weight and the lingering haze of sleep has you barely able to keep your eyes open. You gather enough coordination to do what he says, pressing the side of your tits and pushing them together so he’s got a make-shift hole to fuck.

His moan is nearly pornographic at the sight, fist slamming down into the mattress once as he speeds his thrusting up. He fucks your tits like he had the first time that night, fast and without mercy. You can hear - and feel - his balls slapping against your underboob, can’t help but smile a little bit at the mental image. You're glad you stuck your foot down on him actually fucking you if he's this pent up.

Johnny’s losing his mind above you, panting and moaning as he works with brutal efficiency to get himself off. He seems to fight between squeezing his eyes shut from the pleasure and staring wide-eyed to make sure he doesn't miss a moment of what he's doing. The sight of his leaking tip poking up through your breasts is enough to have a spark of interest lighting up low in your belly, but the sensation isn't nearly pleasurable enough for you to want to act on it.

It doesn’t take long for him to finish, so many orgasms in one night making him quicker to come than usual.

Soon enough, ropes of cum are coating the top of your chest, your neck, and even a bit of your chin. You moan in sync with him at the sensation, the sight of his pleasure enough for you to feel satisfied.

He falls to your side a moment later, lays on his stomach and rests a heavy hand beneath your breasts. His leg lays between yours, ankle tucked beneath yours to try and get as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.

“Grab me a washcloth, baby?” You manage to ask, already eyes already closed and your mind closer to sleep than it is consciousness.

“Nah,” he whispers back. “Lemme leave it for a while, yeah? Look so pretty with a nice pearl necklace.”

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kining-the-evil · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2: Edging with James Wilson

Warnings: Dom!Wilson, Sub!reader, Fem!Reader, edging, vibrator, pre-established dom/sub relationship, slight public sex

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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"Please..."

"No." James's voice was firm as he squeezed your hand gently. It was meant to be comforting, but with the vibrator he'd shoved into you before leaving the hotel that morning buzzing against your clit you were in no mood for his comfort.

You were at some medical conference with him, and he had gotten tired of listening to you say how board you were the day before. So, to keep you distracted he made you wear a vibrator all day, on just high enough to make you squirm but not high enough to make you cum.

"James, please. I need-"

"I said, no." He snapped, pinching your hip lightly before walking away to get you both a drink.

You shifted slightly on your feet, trying to find a comfortable stance without making it obvious that something is wrong.

"Y/n!" You turned slightly, seeing Cuddy walking towards you. You gave her a strained smile as she got to you. "Have you seen House anywhere? He's supposed to give a speech later, and I need to give him the que cards-"

You tuned your husband's bosses' voice out when you felt the vibrations go up for the first time all day. You had to dig your nails into your hand to keep from making any noise as you felt yourself quickly approaching a high.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Cuddy pulled your attention back to her with a concerned face. "You look very red."

"I-um. I'm a little warm." You fanned at your face, trying to discreetly squeeze your legs together. Cuddy stepped forward to push the back of her hand to your forehead.

"Did you have a fever today? You feel like your body is trying to break one- oh!"

You felt you knees buckle lightly, and a strong arm wrapped around your waist to stabilize you. "I've got you." Your husbands voice slid into your ear, and you quickly hid you face in his neck.

"Gonna..." You warned, and by a miracle the vibrations turned down. As much as you wanted to cum, you didn't necessarily want to do it in front of your husband's boss.

"I'm going to take her back up to the hotel room." You heard him telling Cuddy before a hand on your back started leading you towards the exit.

Once alone in the elevator, James tilted your head up, pulling you into a kiss. You gripped his shoulders roughly, pulling him closer to your body as you tried to ground yourself.

"Fuck you, James." You mumbled against his lips, making the man frown.

"You should be thankful that I'm taking you up now. I could make you sit through House's speech." He threatened, but you knew it was more bark than bite.

"You wouldn't. He would put together what you did in seconds of seeing me-ahh!" The end of your sentence was cut off by a cry when James upped the vibrations. "Screw you!" James just smiled at your words, stepping away from you as the elevator approached the floor.

"James, I can't walk." You panted, leaning against the wall.

"I believe in you." He promised with a big smile which you responded with a glare.

Just before the door opened you were able to push yourself off the wall and stand up fully. James didn't turn the vibrations down as you walked to the room but did offer his hand to keep yourself steady. Thankfully, no one else was in the hall during the walk, and once in the room you collapsed on the bed.

Your legs were spread slightly as you laid there, still panting from the constant stimulation. James walked over to stand between your legs.

"Keep them spread please."

You babbled something that even you weren't sure what it was meant to be. James spread them just a little more as he pushed the dress you were wearing up and pulled your soaked underwear down.

'You're dripping all over the place, surprised you didn't leave a trail behind you." He pulled the toy out of you, and you let out a loud moan at the feeling of no longer having constant vibrations. But you still wanted to cum.

"Please..." You whimpered, making James lean down and run his hand over your hair.

"What, you want to cum?" You quickly nodded, whimpering before he shushed you. "Too bad. You're still in trouble from yesterday, and I have to go down for the speech. Now stay here, rest up, order some food if you want, I'll be back later. And don't even think about touching yourself, because I will know." A few tears ran down your face as James walked towards the door, leaving you alone in the hotel.

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miasmaghoul · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 2 - Quintosis Control

Pull Me Under

Thank you to @kroas-adtam for curating these prompts!

Rating: E

Pairing: Aeon/Dew (but also technically Aether/Dew)

Word Count: 2.3k

Contains: quintosis (obviously), oral, fingering, anal, prone bone, phone sex, Dew getting fucked in literally every possible way

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Aeon stares at the ghoul knelt between his legs with a raised eyebrow. Dew tilts his head, palming Aeon through his jeans with a placid smile on his face. His expression remains guarded though, and Aeon supposes that makes sense.

After all, this isn’t the most…common of requests.

“So,” Dew murmurs, fiddling with Aeon’s zipper, “think you can do it?”

Aeon hums while the smaller ghoul drags the closure down, reaching out to twirl a loose lock of ashy blonde hair hanging from Dew’s bun. It’s softer, somehow, when they’re stuck in glamour like this. Only their unearthly eyes give away their true nature, and Dew’s copper ones burn up at him like miniature suns. Warm fingers wriggle into his jeans, pet at his slowly growing chubby, and Aeon spreads his knees just a little wider.

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After all, this isn’t the most…common of requests.

“So,” Dew murmurs, fiddling with Aeon’s zipper, “think you can do it?”

Aeon hums while the smaller ghoul drags the closure down, reaching out to fiddle with a loose lock of ashy blonde hair hanging from Dew’s bun. It’s softer, somehow, when they’re stuck in glamour like this. Only their unearthly eyes give away their true nature, and Dew’s copper ones burn up at him like miniature suns. Warm fingers wriggle into his jeans, pet at his slowly growing chubby, and Aeon spreads his knees just a little wider.

“Don’t see why not,” he replies, cheeks dimpling under a playful smile. “If it’s something you really want.” Aeon groans when Dew pulls him from the confines of his pants, sighs when Dew wraps bony fingers around him.

“It is,” the other ghoul assures him, leaning in to swipe his tongue over Aeon’s tip just enough to make him grunt. “Wanted to ask for a while, actually.”

Dew’s giving him slow strokes now, languid drags of a loose fist. Aeon knows he’s going to be dripping in no time. He pulls the tie in Dew’s hair, tosses it away in favor of threading his hand into those impossibly soft strands. Dew’s eyes droop just right whenever he does this, and Aeon watches a little bit of the apprehension on his handsome face melt away. His other hand fists itself in the comforter of the hotel bed he’d fallen onto for all of ten seconds before Dew had wrestled him to the end of it.

Not that Aeon’s complaining, mind. Having any part of Dew on his cock is always an occasion worth celebrating.

“Why haven’t you, then?”

Dew shrugs, that one little crease forming between his eyebrows. The one he wears when he’s focused on a solo, or when Cirrus asks him to do mental math. Aeon thumbs over the spot where one of his horns should be, and Dew’s shoulders slump a hair.

“Thought it might be weird.” Well, he’s not wrong about that. “Thought it might, y’know,” the little ghoul makes a vague gesture, focused only on the way his hand glides over Aeon’s cock. “Thought it might be too much.”

If Aeon’s fangs were out, he’d be smiling with every single one.

“Good thing I’m a fan of ‘too much’, ” he croons, giving Dew’s hair a tug. Hard enough to make his hand stutter and his eyes pinch shut. “And I know you are too -”

Aeon leans down, slow and with purpose. Invades the space Dew has made for himself and earns a surprised blink for it. Aeon sighs while he nuzzles their cheeks together, hearing Dew’s breath catch, basking in the warmth of his skin. He presses a kiss to the other ghoul’s ear, and it carries the smallest of sparks.

“- firefly.”

The word drips in magick, and Aeon can tell by the shocked sound Dew makes that he doesn’t hear it entirely in his voice. He can feel his power sink into Dew’s skin, feels the rush of static that flows beneath his scalp and through the callused fingers curled around him. A pulse of something unnaturally cool that has Dew shuddering. Aeon pulls back to find Dew looking suddenly much looser. Shoulders rounded, eyes wrinkled at the corners and glassy, his smile something more than skin-deep. The very specific visage of someone in the beginnings of quintessence-fueled bliss.

“That feel good? Looks like it does,” Aeon lilts, the hand buried in the blanket coming up to cup the little ghoul’s cheek. “But you’ll need more than that for what you’re asking, y’know.”

Dew makes an affirmative sound, not quite a word but close enough. His hand starts moving again and Aeon feels the muscles in his stomach jump - Dew’s hands always have that effect on him. He takes a deep breath through his nose, scratching at Dew’s scalp while the first wave of his magick settles into the folds of his mind. Aeon groans with the casual way the other ghoul takes his tip between his lips, hot tongue sliding over sensitive flesh. Aeon gives his hair the suggestion of a stern pull, and delights in the way Dew just…takes it. Takes more of him into that silken mouth, enough so the blunt head of Aeon’s cock pokes his hollowed cheek. Makes a lovely bump that Aeon can’t help but run his thumb over.

“Ready for more?”

He probably shouldn’t be so breathless already, but Dew’s mouth does have that effect on…well, everybody. The little ghoul pulls off with a wet pop, smears the tip over his own lips to leave them wet and shiny. A decidedly slutty move that makes Aeon’s balls ache.

“Yeah, I think you are,” he huffs, cheeks warm. Aeon runs a hand through his own hair with a chuckle. “Wanna call now? Or after I get my fingers in you?”

Dew makes a strangled sound, scrambles for his phone, and as his dick is left to bob freely in the air Aeon has his answer.

He chuckles softly, stretches his arms over his head while Dew fumbles through his contacts. Rolls his eyes when the other ghoul drops the phone in his eagerness. Aeon stands, busies himself with gathering lube and arranging pillows, but keeps an eye on Dew through it all. He raises the phone to his ear just as Aeon’s shrugging out of his t-shirt. He hears it ring while he shucks his belt, and Aeon pauses with his jeans around his thighs when his sharp ears pick up a click. A deep, familiar voice follows it, Dew presses a flat palm to his crotch, and a thrill runs up Aeon’s spine when the little ghoul says,

“Hey, Aeth. Got a proposition for you.”

Things move quickly after that. Aether had been immediately, enthusiastically on board with Dew’s idea, faster than Aeon had expected. Something that told him the other two had definitely discussed this before. In no time Aeon had Dew over his lap, sitting up against the headboard with the little ghoul drooling into the sheets with each press of Aeon’s fingers.

Fingers that, at least for Dew, feel like someone else’s entirely.

“Aether,” he slurs, sounding more fucked up that Aeon think he’s ever heard him, “Aeth, please -”

The word blurs into a moan when Aeon crooks his fingers just so, knuckles rubbing against Dew’s prostate. Aeon feels a blurt of pre leak out onto his thigh and heaves a happy sigh when Dew clamps down around him. He keeps quiet as he can, though. He isn’t the one Dewdrop needs to hear right now.

“That feel good, baby?” Aether’s smooth voice rings tinny through the phone’s speaker, but only to Aeon. For Dew, he’s sure the words flow directly into his veins. “You love my fingers, don’t you?”

Aeon twists his digits the exact way he knows Aether would - one benefit of his unparalleled sense memory - and fills the little ghoul’s mind with the burn of a much more intense stretch. One that has Dew crying out, fingers curling into rumpled sheets and his little hole clenching hard. Aeon only has two fingers inside, but with the way Dew’s writhing you’d think he was taking all five.

Ah, the power of suggestion.

“So good,” Dew mumbles, strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He’s flushed crimson straight down his throat; Aeon can’t believe how fucked out he looks already, but he imagines the magick isn’t exactly helping in that regard. “‘S so much, Aeth, so big -”

“I know, firefly,” Aether trills, gentle, “but you take them so well for me. In fact, I think you deserve another one.”

Aeon takes the hint, pulling back to the first knuckle and running a third fingertip over Dew’s taut rim. The little ghoul makes the most wonderful gagging sound, one that’s only amplified when Aeon slides back inside with three elegant fingers. Dew howls once they’re fully in, fists white-knuckled in the bedsheets. Aeon’s other hand rubs soothing circles into his lower back, just like Aether would, and Aeon makes sure that hand feels heavier too.

It’s a delicate process, manipulating Dew’s mind and body at once. Sending tendrils of quintessence into the recesses of his mind and pulling on wispy threads of memory. The specific timbre of Aether’s voice, the weight of his touch, the warmth of his breath, the scent of his sweat. Immersing the little ghoul into a haze that erases Aeon’s presence entirely. It may be his touch Dew’s feeling, but right now his whole world is Aether and if Dew keeps making these noises then Aeon certainly won’t complain. His own pleasure will be playing second fiddle tonight anyway.

Aeon taps at his prostate and Dew’s leg spasms.

“Aeth - Aether please ,” Dew whimpers, gasping between the words. “'S been so long. Need… need you, please -”

Aeon doesn’t think he’s ever heard Dewdrop sound so desperate. It’s beautiful .

“You’ve got me, sweet boy,” Aether assures. “Can’t you feel me?”

Aeon swirls his fingers, slides his palm up the length of Dew’s spine, and the little ghoul goes boneless in his lap with a noise that speaks to how far gone he is. Aeon’s drunk on the feel of him, the sound, the sight of his lovely face scrunched up in agonizing pleasure. His own erection has long since flagged, but the pressure low in his belly hasn’t dissipated in the slightest.

“Need…more,” Dew pants, pawing at the bed and mindlessly grinding his hot little stiffy into Aeon’s thigh. “Need…Aeth, fuck me. ”

Dew pleads it like his life is ending and Aeon’s head thuds against the headboard with the effort of remaining silent. Aether must hear the thunk , judging by the amusement coloring his next words.

“Of course, droplet,” he hums, and if he listens close Aeon can just make out the slippery sound of Aether tugging at himself. “Whatever you want.”

Aeon moves the slight body in his lap with mild difficulty - he’s not all that much bigger than Dew when they’re glamoured like this, and the little ghoul is entirely too gangly for his own good. Aether orchestrates his movements, tells Dew he’s going to take him on his belly, the way they do when he really needs to feel Aether. Gets Dew face down with a pillow snuggled under his narrow hips, legs spread just enough for Aeon to admire his pretty pink hole while he gets a hand on himself. He’s hard as diamond again in seconds, impossible not to be with Dew like this.

“Are you ready for me, firefly?”

The little ghoul gurgles out an uh huh at Aether’s words, and Aeon takes that as his cue to get in position. His heart hammers away while he does, fingers jittery as he straddles Dew’s thighs. Plants his hands on either side of his chest. Leans down to kiss the place between Dew’s shoulder blades. Aeon reaches back to line himself up, prods at Dew’s puffy entrance with his own wet tip, and the way it slips over that wrinkled skin makes Aeon’s eyes roll back.

“I’m gonna put it in now, alright?”

“Yes,” Dew sobs on an exhale, sweat prickling up along the length of his spine. “Fuck, yes .”

Aeon holds his breath, every inch of him thrumming, and then he’s sinking in with a slowness he’s never employed. But it’s necessary with the way he floods Dew’s magick-addled mind with the glorious stretch Aether’s fat cock instead. He can hear Aether talking somewhere distant, but the only thing Aeon can focus on are the stunning cries pouring from Dew’s lips. Aeon has to work to keep his own shut, nails biting into his palms with every rock of his hips.

“Deep breaths, love,” Aether rumbles through the din of pleasure, his tone making even Aeon’s stomach twist. “I know you can take it.”

Dew wails, and Aeon can’t hold in the groan that bubbles up when he finally bottoms out. Dew’s walls are like searing hot velvet around him, so slick that Aeon can feel it leaking out around his cock. The little ghoul flutters ceaselessly around him, and it’s nothing short of maddening.

“There we go, well done.” Aether coos down the line, soothing. Calming. Aeon brings a shaky hand to Dew’s head, strokes his hair. Plays out the intent so plainly coloring Aether’s words. “Are you ready for the rest of me, baby?”

Dew nods frantically against the sheets, and Aeon focuses. Lowers his own wiry frame down onto the little ghoul’s sweaty back while Aether reminds him again to breathe. Dew needs it - every bit of himself that Aeon settles against Dew’s body seems to knock the air from him in punched-out huffs. Aeon shouldn’t be so surprised, not when he knows that Dew’s feeling a much, much heavier weight.

“Oh, Dew,” Aether sighs, the sound of his strokes much more obvious now, “ you feel fucking amazing.”

Aeon’s inclined to agree, relaxing his full weight onto the little ghoul below and giving the sublest roll of his hips. Just enough to make Dew yelp. He buries his nose in silky hair and breathes deep, warm spice and tobacco, hands traveling up his sides. Grazing Dew’s straining ribs, caressing his shoulders, mapping soft skin. The hair on Dew’s arms tickles his palms, the veins on the back of his hands so pronounced beneath his fingertips.

“Aeth,” Dew whimpers, patting at the bed, blindly searching. “Aeth, where -”

Aeon laces his fingers with Dew’s then, and the little ghoul wastes no time in holding his hand right back.

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Aether promises, husky with lust Aeon swears he can feel through the phone. “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”

His cock throbs, Dew moans so loud it rattles his chest, and Aeon makes a mental note to ask Aether about that little exchange later.

Much later.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #aeon/dew #aether/dew #aeon x dew #aether x dew #i feel like this is a weird concept but i really liked it so i hope you guys do too lmao #ghost kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 2

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h8ani · 7 months

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙣

Kinktober Day 2 - Hate Fuck

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Reader

Anime: Attack on Titan

Word Count: 928

Warnings: fem!reader, car sex, reader hates eren - eren hates reader, riding, hate fucking, use of the word bitch, ass slapping

A/N: I dunno but I felt like this could’ve been better..? Anyways I hope y’all enjoy this one, it’s my first AOT writing 😭

You're unsure of how you got in this predicament. Honestly. Five minutes ago you were cursing him out saying whatever you knew would be hurtful while still walking in the opposite direction than he was in the campus parking lot, and the next moment you found yourself in his car body colliding with him as you were straddling his waist.

Panties pushed to the side and skirt flipped up here you were riding Eren Yeager, Mr. Popular as known on campus and the biggest idiot you knew.

Eren wasn't someone you'd like to call an acquaintance and you'd never say he was a friend because he wasn't, far from that actually. He was a douchebag who was the shortstop for the college you both went to on the baseball team and because you hated how much attention he got because he let that all get to his head and ego. Dramatic as always and just a fucking idiot if you want to put it plainly. You didn't care for him, if hate was the appropriate word you hated him, despise might seem like the better option but either way there were no happy feelings that went towards him.

That's why you can't fathom what you are doing, if lightning would strike you, you'd accept the consequences.

You were riding Eren in his douchebag mobile, his hands gripping your ass lifting you up with ease and slamming you back down on his cock. Even on top Eren was still controlling all of your movements and the pace you were going.

Eren didn't know what came over him, he never particularly cared for you, if anything he resented you. The look you'd give him along with the smart ass comments you'd throw out publicly about him not even caring who would hear you. The comments you'd say about his grades and how he was only good for hitting and catching balls on the field, even going as far to say he'd never make this school if it wasn't for the scholarship he got. 'Daddy's money does wonders doesn't it?' was what you said to him without batting an eye and walking away. God he hated you, your high and mighty attitude and how you acted like you were too good for going out, partying with friends or even enjoying something other than studying. He couldn't stand you.

Yet you felt the exact same towards him even with the way his cock is reaching up in you and the way your pussy tightens around him the harder he thrusts his hips up. Your feet were planted on his backseat and hands gripped part of the seat on each side of his head. You tried to push back the thoughts of who you were fucking and focus more on his cock.

A loud slap rang in your ears causing you to let out a gasp. Your glare settling on his face. "Oh? You liked that?" He chuckles, hands settling back on your waist. You could only grumble the word of "asshole" under your breath and look away.

His grip on your waist tightened after hearing you, angling himself differently as he fucked up into you harder. "Fuckin' hate you.." he grunted. "You're a bitch ya' know that?"

"And you're an idiot." You tried to keep the same signature scowl on your face but with the way he kept hitting your g spot your expression was slowly starting to break. "Fuck.." you breathed out.

Taking his cock wasn't the issue, it's the way he angles his hips and slams into you with such force where you swear you're seeing stars around you, that's the issue. The way the car rocks side by side and the sweat building up on his brow anyone could tell you two fucking hated each other. The scowl on his face is prevalent, as he pulls you down making you take all of him.

Your legs were shaking from riding him for so long and you could feel the burn in your thighs. His hands sliding from your waist to your ass delivering another harsh smack. You quietly hiss at the sting, pussy clenching around him. "Shit—" Eren sounds out, he's staring at you, the glare you had on earlier completely gone and your features softened giving a fucked out look.

His feet plant down on the car's floorboard and he thrusts up at a much more brutal pace, his hands finding place back on your waist holding you where he needs you to stay. The tip of his cock keeps hitting that one spot in you that your eyes gloss over, nearly rolling back and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Fuck you." You moan out not being able to hold it in anymore. You were close, he could tell too with the way you were gripping him.

"If you say so." Every thrust into you he brings you down to meet his thrusts. It doesn't take long before you cum, your body shudders on top of him as he continue to fucks up into you.

He's thrusting up a few more times before he finishes with a loud grunt, thrusts slowing down and grinding up into you.

The moments after you're in a daze, you pull yourself off of him and scramble into the passenger side seat pulling your skirt back down and adjusting your panties.

"You know," he starts while tying and tossing the condom out the window, "if there was a class on fucking I'd totally get an A."

"You're still an idiot."

@enchantedforest-network @bitchcraftinc

#kinktober #kinktober day 2 #kinktober hate fuck #eren yeager #eren jeager #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager x you #aot #aot x y/n #aot x you #eren yeager aot #eren yeager attack on titan #attack on titan #aot smut #eren yeager smut #disdain #BENKEIBEAR MADE MINORS DNI AND REBLOG BANNERS

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lillian-gallows · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 2: Roleplay with Din Djarin

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader. Word Count: 2620 Warnings: Roleplay, little bit of hunter/prey (She leads him on a chase, and he calls her prey at the end), Oral (M receiving), P in V sex, Unprotected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), Lil bit of dirty talk, Fluff (These bitches in love). Kinktober Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

The Cantina seat was almost annoying solid under the plush of your rear as you sipped at the cheap cocktail you’d gotten a bit ago. The low chattering of the other patrons echoed in your ears right alongside the music that had been playing, seemingly the same song on a loop given how long you’d been there.

The drink was half gone now, though that didn’t serve to tell anyone how long you’d been seated there at the bar. The almost room temperature liquid however might give that away, should someone look close enough.

Every so often you would scan the crowd, trying to be as discreet as possible as you looked for your quarry, a small voice in the back of your mind wondering what was taking him so long before it was overshadowed by the persona that you’d taken on for the night.

Then, just as you were considering ordering a new drink, there it was. The silver glint of beskar from between the other patrons’ heads. You stayed still just long enough for him to have a chance to see you before slipping from the seat, your boots thumping softly to the floor beneath you as you left a small pile of credits on the counter to pay for the drink before you disappeared between a pair of Rodians, who let out annoyed huffs at your rudeness, but with the heat of dark eyes on your back you couldn’t care less.

Slipping out the back door was easy, unlocked and little noticed, you knew he wouldn’t be far behind you.

You made it halfway down the alley before you heard a voice behind you. “Stop.” The modulation did nothing to hide the depth of his voice, the subtle growl in the word.

“Mando.” You greeted with a sly smile. “What brings you to this part of town.” You turned to face him, though you continued to take slow steps backwards, ready to lead him on a chase at any moment.

“I think you know exactly what brings me here.” He answered, holding up a pair of mag-cuffs. “You have a debt to pay, and I have a bounty to collect.” He started making his way closer, a step forward for every step back you took.

“Can’t we work something out? I’m sure I have something that might interest you.” You offered, gaze heated and smile sultry.

If you didn’t know him as well as you do, you’d have missed the way his breath hitched, the only give away being the way his chest moved with the aborted breath. His blood was already running hot, yours was doing the same.

He tilted his head as if in thought before slowly shaking it, and you knew there was a slow smirk under that shiny metal. “I don’t think so.” He said as he continued to his strides closer.

“Then how about a wager. You can take me in.” You shrugged as if you didn’t care. “If you can catch me.” Before he could agree or disagree, or react at all, you spun on your toes and bolted down the alley to the next street.

There was the sound of his modulated voice behind you, probably cursing that he hadn’t seen that coming, before you heard his heavy footfalls, but that was quickly drowned out by the cacophony of the crowded street.

You bobbed and weaved through the people, checking behind you every so often for his shinny visage as you followed your mentally mapped path, ducking into allies and down side-streets every so often to give him a run for his money.

You’d just turned a corner, looking over your shoulder to see if he was still on your tail, when you ran into something solid, sending you to the ground with an ungraceful “Oof!”

Looking up gave you a rather pleasing view of the beskar clad Mandalorian, arms crossed and mag-cuffs in one hand, head tilted down toward you.

Rather than give you a chance to get up and run again, or say anything sly, he descended on you, and before you could tell up from down, he had the cuffs on your wrists and your body thrown over his shoulder.

Given the decent distance you’d managed to run, the rest of the trek to the ship port was short, and he didn’t say a word the whole way, not a peep as you did your best to appeal to him, making offer after offer to the stoic man.

“C’mon, Mando, I know there’s something-” You started as the ramp lowered, cutting off with a soft grunt when he put you back on your feet to close it behind you. “Something I can offer…” You purred as you pressed close to him, eyes half lidded and heated.

The helmet turned to the side in thought for a moment before facing you again. “You owe quite a debt, that makes the bounty on you high…Can you make it worth it?” He asked as a gloved hand trailed up your arm, raising goosebumps on your skin.

A slow smirk stretched over your lips. “I can make it more than worth it…” You answered low and slow, raising your cuffed hands to his chest, curling over the top edge of the chest plate to tug him further into the ship.

He let you lead him, hand punching the button for the larger lights, dimming the whole hold to just the smaller more sparce lights that line the ceiling.

You watched him as you moved, every move of his was so sure and calculated, it made a shock of heat shoot through you.

Feet before reaching the back wall, his hand shot out to grip the back of your head, fingers curling into your hair as his forehead met yours, both of you rocking slightly as he reached past you with his other hand to press a button that opened the small chamber than made up his bunk.

“On your knees.” He ordered lowly before moving around you to sit on the edge of the cot.

Once he was seated, you sank down between his legs, then waited patiently for what he wanted you to do next. “Show me how worth it you can be.”

That was all the prompting you needed to set to work opening the front of his pants, fumbling slightly with the mag-cuffs but you were determined not to let that deter you.

He was half hard already when you pulled him free of his confines, tanned skin slowly flushing from your attention.

Making eye contact through your lashes you leaned down and ran your tongue from root to tip before taking the tip onto your mouth, even at only half mast he was big, so you knew you’d need to pace yourself a little, but you were nothing if not tenacious, and fuck he smelled good.

You felt the muscles of his thighs twitch as his breathing hitched from the stimulation, and you craved the sound of his whimpering.

Pushing the thought from your head you sank further down on his cock, bobbing slowly as you went, feeling him grow harder and harder, the salty taste starting to find your tongue as precum started to leak ever so slowly from his tip.

Soon you had as much of him in your mouth, and almost down your throat, as you could manage, and had to use your hands for the rest.

He was breathing hard, chest rising and falling, and you could feel his eyes on you through the visor of the helm, it made heat pool between your legs.

Your eyes never strayed from where they looked up at him, though it would be a lie to say that they hadn’t gone a little hazy, your brain fogging up as you bobbed away, swallowing down his cock over and over again, oxygen be damned.

“Fuck…Cyar…” He breathed so quietly the modulator in his helm almost wasn’t able to pick it up. “Just like that…” One of his hands came to rest on the back of your head, not pushing or pulling, just curling into your hair.

The smallest smirk curled on the corners of your mouth at his slip, but rather than call attention to it, you reached down past his cock to fondle his balls gently while simultaneously swallowing around him, causing him to buck up into your mouth with a grunt.

“Fuck!” He gasped, grip on your hair getting tighter. “Cheeky…” He growled softly before pulling you off him. “Get on the bed.” He ordered, voice breathy and heavy.

“Yes, Sir.” You said, voice rough but no less sensual as you watched him get up and move out of your way. You crawled up onto the bed slowly, swaying your hips enticingly, teasingly, as you went, but it seemed he wasn’t having any of it as he took you by the hips and all but tossed you the rest of the way on the bed.

He wasted no time, manhandling you to get your pants and underwear off, rucking your shirt up over your breasts to bunch under your armpits, it was rushed and messy, but it sent a rush of heat over your skin that made you ache for him even more than you already did.

“So wet, just from sucking my cock, such a dirty girl…” He said in what you were sure would be a purr if not for the modulator. You watched as he tugged his gloves off and tossed them to the side, putting just a little more tanned skin on display, it made you feel like some ancient noble lady, swooning over slivers of skin.

You watched him stroke himself a couple times before he climbed onto the bed and settled over you, one hand guiding his cock to rest against your weeping pussy while the other took the connector of the mag-cuffs in hand, pinning your hands above your head, an action that would have been effortless even if you hadn’t been more than happy to do as directed.

Your legs wrapped around him on autopilot, urging him forward, but he was so solid that you knew he wouldn’t budge till he was ready.

“Beg.” He ordered and it made your lust muddled brain skip a beat.

“What?” You managed, bleary eyes fighting to focus on his visor.

“Beg me nicely.” You could hear his smirk as clear as if you saw it with your own eyes and let out a frustrated grunt and you knew you were pouting a little.

“Please...Please I need you…Fuck me, please.” You said, lifting your hips up to meet his as best you could, but couldn’t do much more than that with the solid press of his body against yours.

But it seemed to be enough as he sank into you, spearing you on his cock so torturously slowly, but he didn’t stop till he was buried to the hilt, tip pressed firmly against your cervix, and hand gripping your hip.

He settled there for a few moments, and you could feel his chest move as he tried to catch his breath. You wished you could see his blissed-out expression, were his eyes closed? His mouth open just a little as he tried to steady his breathing? Or was he clenching his jaw?

You didn’t get to dwell on these thoughts for long as he pulled back out to the tip, then thrust back in, hard and fast, a sharp roll of his hips and that had him dragging against the sweet spot inside, and his pelvis grinding against your clit over and over.

You immediately started to tug at his hold on your wrists unconsciously, but his steadfast hold never wavered, instead he held you firmer, a low chuckle warbling from his helm inches from your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, spreading goosebumps over your flushed skin.

The hard impacts of his hips made the beskar plates on his thighs rub and slam against your plush thighs and you knew they would be bruised tomorrow, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, too lost in the mounting pleasure building low in your belly.

“Maker, you take me so perfectly…” He panted. “So tight and wet…” You could hear the threadiness in his voice, his waning control.

“Din…Fuck…” You whimpered, so lost in the feeling of him that the façade slipped away.

You hadn’t thought it possible, but you felt him somehow get harder at the sound of his name falling breathlessly from your lips.

He shifted his hands slightly, grip tightening on the chain connecting your wrists, and his free hand came to wrap around your throat, applying just the smallest bit of pressure to the sides to give you that wonderful lightheaded feeling without cutting off your air.

And oh, how wonderful it was. As it served to heighten every sensation, from the weight of his body pressing on you, to the way his thick length stretched you to your limits with every thrust.

All too soon that knot that had been building in your belly came crashing down, sending you spasming around him, cries and whimpers spilling from your lips like water from a river as your back arched to press your chest to his, cold Beskar against heated flesh.

Your end proved to be his own as you felt heat flood your insides, wet sounds filling the air right next to your panting as he rutted into you to chase the last dregs of both your pleasure.

He settled against you a little as you both fought to catch your breaths, and bask in the afterglow a little, before reaching his free hand up to unclasp the cuffs, tossing them to the floor noisily, before sitting up a little and carefully pulling out of you.

A gentle gloved hand brushed the side of your face sweetly. “Stay here, I’ll be back.” He said softly before standing from the bed.

You nodded in response and even if you had wanted to, you didn’t think you had the energy to move.

The sounds of metal softly being set down, water running, and then quiet footsteps echoed off the hull of the ship before he came back into view, a wet rag in hand, and sans helm and armor, his olive skin still flushed under the scruff of his unshaved face.

Without a word he settled back in the bed and delicately used the rag to clean both your spend from your skin, giving you an apologetic look with those brown puppy dog eyes when you let out a quiet hiss at the stimulation of sensitive flesh.

Once he was done, he helped you finish removing your shirt before settling onto the bed with you curled half into his side and half on his chest, arms wrapped around you.

“Was it everything you hoped?” He asked, sounding like he was doing his best not to sound insecure in his performance, and not the one he gave in bed.

You smiled sleepily against his skin. “It was perfect…” You answered before looking up at him. “Thank you for indulging me, Riduur.” You said, hand cradling his scruffy cheek.

A soft smile spread over his face. “It was my pleasure…” He said, turning to press a kiss to your palm before letting out a soft laugh. You lifted a curious brow and his smile widened. “I see the appeal now; you make very good prey…” His already dark eyes grew even more so as the softest growl entered his voice.

It seemed you wouldn’t have to worry about this being a one-time thing…

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin smut #kinktober 2023 #Kinktober #Kinktober day 2

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whoreforhorror · 7 months

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Kinktober Day Two: Sensory Deprivation with Hannibal Lector

Hannibal was the one who'd brought it up. He was curious to see the effects of sensory deprivation on a person up close, and you, his darling partner, were the perfect subject. He'd gotten everything all layed out and you were starting to suspect he's more excited about this than he's letting on. He'd spent literal weeks researching blindfolds and noise-canceling headphones and gloves and restraints. He'd looked relentlessly, only settling on the nicest silk blindfold and additional silk to bind you with. He found the absolute best noise-canceling headphones, ones that would work both with music and without. He'd done enough research that he'd even found gloves for you to wear too, so that you couldn't feel a thing with your own hands, of your own fruition.

He'd made a whole night of it too, making an elaborate brunch that he delivered to you in bed, taking you shopping, and then taking you out for an incredibly expensive dinner, both of you dressed to the nines. After the day of pampering, he leads you to your shared bed, pushing you backward gently so that you're sitting on the edge.

Hannibal grabs the silk red blindfold, kissing you as he slips the blindfold over your eyes and typing it behind your head. He kisses you once more, a quick but loving kiss to remind you he's there, and pulls back some. You can just slightly feel him moving away by the shifting of the bed.

"Can you see, my love?" Hannibal says in a voice just above a whisper. Opening your eyes to look, and all you can see is the deep, nearly blood-red. The silk is smooth and cool against your skin and you can feel your eyelashes brushing against the material.

"No, not a thing." You can practically hear the grin form on his face as you speak.

"Good" He replies simply and comes back to you, placing the headphones on your head, over your ears. The world goes silent as he does so, you can't hear, you can't see. Already, your senses are heightened. Your smell, your sense of touch, you felt on edge and honestly a bit anxious for what's to come. It's one thing to imagine but to be sat here, deprived of the basic senses you'd grown so accustomed to using... it's an erotic, sensual type of fear, one that you can quickly feel yourself getting addicted to. Especially with Hannibal.

His hands move to rest on either side of your face, each on your jaw, pulling you forward a bit and making your head tilt up just a little. He kisses you once more. A much longer kiss, filled with love and passion. Another reminder that he's still here and that you're in good hands, at least for now.

When he pulls back, it's a long stretch of nothing. It was probably only a couple of minutes but it felt like ages, an eternity stretching on as you waited without sight or sound for Hannibal to do something, anything that you can feel. The time stretches on and on, so when you feel his hand back on your shoulder, you jolt with surprise as your breath hiches softly.

Hannibal's hand slides down from your shoulder to your hand, taking it gently and guiding you to stand and walk a few paces forward, away from the bed. There's a short stretch of nothingness before he takes your hand again, pressing a kiss to the palm, then the inside of your wrist. His actions cause butterflies to flutter in your stomach as it flips, flustering you enough that you barely even notice as he slips the soft gloves onto your hands. You reach forward to touch him, but he grabs you gently by the wrist, bringing your arm behind your back and proceeding to do the same with the other.

You feel the smooth, cool fabric on your arms, the silk restraints. He winds the material around and between your arms, tying them close together, tight but not restricting the blood flow. As his touch leaves you once more, you test the restraints just a bit, trying to pull them apart or twist and wriggle out. The restraints hold strong, your arms aren't going to be freed until Hannibal wants them to be.

Hannibal's hands make their way back to you once more, holding your face as if he were holding a precious Fabergé egg, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks gently as he holds you. His lips find their way back to yours, a moth to a flame, kissing you with a passion that grows from loving to fervored and hungry. He walks you backward, step by step, his lips never leaving yours until you hit the bed with the back of your legs, falling backward, a short gasp escaping you. The mattress cushions your fall, leaving you lying on your back, legs hanging off the bed at the knees, blinded, deafened, and bound.

Fem:

Hannibal's hands find themselves on your knees, spreading your legs a fair degree. His lips land on the inside of your knee, pressing a gentle kiss there too. One of his hands glides upwards, fingers hooking the bottom of your skirt and pulling it upward. The air hits your legs as your skirt moves up your lower thighs, up your upper thighs, up until it's just barely covering what it needs. Hannibal's lips trail up, following the hem of your skirt and peppering your inner thigh with short kisses. The butterflies in your stomach feel like a raging storm at this point, and your breath shortens as your face flushes.

Then, his touches disappear entirely. No kisses, no hand on the knees, no hand pulling up your skirt. You're left, lying on the bed with your skirt pushed up high enough that your panties peek out from beneath, the air brushing past your legs, reminding you of just how exposed and vulnerable you are right now. He's gone for several minutes now.

Sitting back, he's in an armchair in the bedroom, notepad and pencil in hand, observing you closely and taking notes. Every twitch, every change in breath, every single thing you do he takes notes on. Beyond taking notes, you can certainly count on him making sketch after sketch of these moments as he commits them to memory.

The longer he takes, the more you start to test the restraints and the heavier your breath grows, the anxiety and tension building and building, blooming into a combination of fear of the unknown and arousal from the lack of control or knowledge you have in the situation.

It takes seventeen minutes for Hannibal to stand from his chair. You're left in the dark, literally and metaphorically, unaware of where he is or what he's doing. He could be long gone from the room, he could be observing, he could be anything else under the sun.

A hand on your exposed thigh causes you to jump again, the long stretch of nothing leaving you on edge. His hand trails higher and higher, pushing your skirt fully up to your hips and pulling your panties to the side. You can feel the warmth of his breath before he presses a kiss onto your clit. He wastes no time starting to lick and suck, eating you out like you're his last meal.

Pleasure courses through your entire body, making you moan and writhe, the loss of your senses heightening every little touch of Hannibal's. You'd reach for his hair if your arms weren't bound. Your own pleasured moans and groans echo in your mind, the only thing you can hear. You've got no way of knowing how loud or quiet you're being either, adding a layer of freedom to the experience. Something so raw and unfiltered about not knowing or caring how you sounded, how you looked.

One of Hannibal's hands slid up to your stomach, the other hooking across your hips to hold you down as he continued to eat you out. His tongue circles and zig-zags and licks in straight lines, each and every movement feeling like the only thing you've ever felt and the only thing you'll ever feel, and it's fucking mindblowing.

Your thighs and stomach start to clench involuntarily and your back arches off the mattress. Hannibal only buries his head deeper between your thighs, sucking and licking with more fervor than he had thus far. Your climax makes you see stars behind the silk blindfold.

Your body falls slack onto the bed as Hannibal moves away from you again. Your dress's skirt is pulled back down to cover you properly, and Hannibal's lips are back on yours, kissing you once more with slow, gentle passion this time. You can taste your cum on his lips and it only serves to drive you crazier, wanting him to never stop. It was addicting. He was addicting.

Hannibal sits you up just enough to take the gloves and binding silks off your arms, gently laying you back onto the mattress as he gives you yet another peck on the lips. He takes the headphones off next, followed by the blindfold. Once everything is off, he gives you a charming smile.

"Hello again, my darling."

Masc:

Hannibal's hands find themselves on your knees, spreading your legs a fair degree. His lips land on the inside of your knee, pressing a gentle kiss there too. One of his hands glides upwards, fingers around your belt, pulling it loose and unbuttoning the dress slacks you'd worn out. He pulls them off you gently, the air hitting your legs as your lower half is left in your boxers. Hannibal's lips trail upwards, peppering your inner thigh with short kisses. The butterflies in your stomach feel like a raging storm at this point, and your breath shortens as your face flushes.

Then, his touches disappear entirely. No kisses, no hand on the knees, no hands roaming your thighs. You're left, lying on the bed in your boxers, the air brushing past your legs, reminding you of just how exposed and vulnerable you are right now. He's gone for several minutes now.

A hand on your exposed thigh causes you to jump again, the long stretch of nothing leaving you on edge. His hand trails higher and higher, going to the opening of your boxers and pulling your cock free from its confines. You can feel the warmth of his breath before he presses a kiss to the underside of your shaft, just above your balls. He wastes no time running his tongue up it, wrapping his hand around and pumping before kissing your tip and taking you in his mouth fully.

Pleasure courses through your entire body, making you moan and writhe, the loss of your senses heightening every little touch and lick of Hannibal's, the warmth of his mouth quickly becoming an addiction. You'd reach for his hair if your arms weren't bound. Your own pleasured moans and groans echo in your mind, the only thing you can hear. You've got no way of knowing how loud or quiet you're being either, adding a layer of freedom to the experience. Something so raw and unfiltered about not knowing or caring how you sounded, how you looked.

One of Hannibal's hands slid up to your stomach, the other hooking across your hips to hold you down as his head bobs up and down, tongue running up the underside and him occasionally pulling back entirely to pump and stroke you with his hand. Each and every movement feels like the only thing you've ever felt and the only thing you'll ever feel, and it's fucking mindblowing.

Your thighs and stomach start to clench involuntarily and your back arches off the mattress. Hannibal only takes you in deeper, sucking and licking with more fervor than he had thus far. Your climax makes you see stars behind the silk blindfold as you cum down his throat.

Your body falls slack onto the bed as Hannibal moves away from you again. Your boxers are slid back on to give you a bit of decency, and Hannibal's lips are back on yours, kissing you once more with slow, gentle passion this time. You can taste your cum on his lips and it only serves to drive you crazier, wanting him to never stop. It was addicting. He was addicting.

"Hello again, my darling."

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telekineticseance · 7 months

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NOISE COMPLAINT

kinktober day two: roleplay

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: "officer" remer arrives on a noise complaint call

genre: smut

word count: 1932

cw: oral sex (m!receiving), fingering(f!receiving), handcuffs, unprotected sex

author's note: this one was a lot of fun to write because i love writing silly remer moments

You groaned as you finished looking at yourself in the mirror, the black lingerie with the stockings and heels were a little over the top but Remer had specifically messaged you, asking you to put them on before he got home because he had something planned and said it was VERY important you wore that specific outfit.

The knock at the front door caused you to jump as you quickly grabbed your robe, wrapping it around as you walked towards the door. “Shit shit shit,” You whispered under your breath, looking through the peephole to see who it was only to see the peephole covered and blurry, “I fucking told him to fix that.” You muttered before opening the door seeing an officer standing at the door.

“Uh hello.” You spoke softly causing the officer to spin around. You were taken aback by the familiar face of your boyfriend with a serious look on his face as he looked at you, along with a cheap party store pornstache.

“Hello ma’am, I was called about a noise complaint coming from this establishment.” He spoke up, holding the very large belt buckle that sat on his waist.

You tried to hold back a laugh as you gave him a blank stare with the occasional blinking.

He got a little closer, leaning in, “It’s me. Remer. Your boyfriend.” He whispered softly.

“What are you doing?”

“I am here on a call of a noise complaint. Can I come in and have a look around?” He asked leaning back into his earlier position, thrusting his hips in the air as he rocked on his heels for a moment, keeping his hands on the belt buckle.

You continued to give him a look, confused as he continued to rock on his heels, eyes scanning you. “Doug..”

“Excuse me ma’am but it’s Officer Remer. Now please let me in to um…investigate?” He spoke the last part almost as if it were a question.

You let out a small sigh, deciding to play along with him, “Do you have a warrant?”

His eyes widened as he parted his mouth to speak, closing it, before speaking again, “I uh..I..” He dropped his hands to his sides as he started to pout slightly, “Really?”

“Really what? Do you have a search warrant?” You paused, you crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the door frame, “I know my rights, Officer Remer.”

He let out a small groan, reaching his hand into his pocket before pulling out a piece of paper, “Here’s that search warrant.” He gave you a small wink as he placed the paper in your hand.

You took the paper and skimmed over it before looking back at him, “This is a receipt for a cop costume.”

“Babe please.” Remer pouted again, practically stomping his feet at the fact you weren’t really playing along to the little scheme he had obviously been thinking about for a while.

You let out a sigh before returning your gaze back to the paper, “Oh I see you do have the right paperwork Officer. Please come in.” You dramatically moved to the side, motioning for Remer to come in, as he started to walk in, his shoes making loud thumping noises as he walked.

“So when was the noise complaint made Officer?” You asked, closing the door behind Remer, turning your gaze to him. His fake mustache was very obviously starting to fall off on one side and he noticed you looking before raising his hand to lay it back down before speaking up, “Just a few minutes ago. Said they heard screams and wanted to make sure nothing bad was happening.”

“Screams? Oh well nothing like that here I’m afraid. Just me all by my lonesome self.” You responded, getting an idea as you lowered the shoulder of your robe slightly, revealing the strap to the bra, along with a little bit of the breast part as well.

Remer turned his gaze from looking around to looking at you before gulping slightly at the sight of you slowly revealing lingerie. “Something the matter Officer?”

He quickly cleared his throat in response, straightening out as his gaze narrowed, “Well with no proof of it being quiet I’m afraid I will have to give you a ticket of some sort.” He pulled out a notepad as he said this, along with a pen which he tapped lightly on his tongue before writing, causing you to let out a small laugh.

“Ma’am this is no laughing matter.”

“You’re right, officer, I'm completely sorry. Please continue.”

You watched as he finished writing, ripping the page from the notepad before handing it to you with a terribly hidden shit eating grin on his face. “Now uh.. if you don’t want to have a ticket I’m sure we can find out.. other ways of payment?” He spoke while wiggling his brows and biting his bottom lip lightly.

The sound of your heels clicked on the floor as you walked across the room to the chair where you sat, crossing your legs and opening your robe so he could see the stockings and garters. You undid the tie around your waist as you let the shoulder of the robe drop even lower, “Oh dear officer. You’re right I don’t have the money for this.. What other forms of payment did you have in mind?”

Your gaze looked at him, trying to have the same pouty look porn stars give when they couldn’t pay for their pizza from the pizza guy.

“I have a few ideas.” He pulled out some handcuffs from the little side pouch he had and let them dangle on his finger, “Might have to take you down to the station though.”

You continued to try not to laugh from how silly this was becoming. “Oh dear, officer. If you insist.”

You stood up from the chair, dropping the robe down to the floor before walking over to Remer with your arms out, “Do what you need to do.”

His eyes scanned you as he licked his lips, before taking his bottom one in between his teeth. His hands moved to arms, forcing you to turn around before putting the handcuffs on your wrists.

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do, officer?” You asked him, looking at him over your shoulder. “I think if you just gave me a minute of your time we could get this sorted out. I mean after all you said you had a few ideas.”

Remer’s grip on your wrists loosened before he turned you back around, “Get on your knees.”

You slowly got down to your knees, looking up at your boyfriend as you did so, before watching him start unbuckling his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring out from underneath.

His hand started rubbing at his length, as you watched from his face down his hand. He used his other hand to messily collect your hair before he moved towards your mouth, putting his tip against your lips, “Open.”

You quickly obeyed, opening your mouth before he thrusted in. He started thrusting more aggressively than usual, but it wasn’t like you really minded.

The only noises that escaped from Remer were the soft pants and moans he would make when he would have his cock in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around causing him to let out a deep groan, the grip on your hair tightening.

You felt your clit start to throb and ache from the sounds he would make, the feeling of him making you want him even more than you normally would.

You tried to move your wrists away from the handcuffs, hoping that you could relieve some sort of pressure from yourself by using your own hands but the handcuffs were surprisingly well made and unable to break.

His hips started to stutter as he thrusted, the occasional gagging you had against his length starting to slow. You felt the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat before he came, one last groan escaping from his mouth.

He pulled out, watching you swallow and wiping the excess cum from the side of your lips.

“What a good girl.” Remer’s voice spoke deeply as he grabbed your arm lifting you from the ground.

“Now about that noise complaint.” He spoke before turning you around, pushing you down to bend over the counter before pulling your panties down to your ankles.

He ran his fingers along your slit causing you to let out a gasp, digging your nails into your palm once he inserted the fingers.

“So wet already and I’ve hardly touched you.” He curled his fingers inside, pumping them a few times before pulling out causing you to whine.

“Calm down, I barely even pulled away.” He teased before you felt him slide his cock in causing you to let out a moan, feeling your walls stretch from the size. One of his hands held onto your waist, while the other grabbed the chain of the handcuff, holding himself stable while he thrusted.

The sounds spilling from your mouth were a mixture of moans and curses, feeling like the whole room was going black. Of course you and Remer had tried handcuffs before, but something about this time was different and it made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You felt Remer’s hand move from the handcuffs as he started to rub at your clit while he thrusted, causing chills to run down your spine, the sounds of your moans increasing.

“Fuck Doug,” You whimpered out, knowing how much he loved when you used his first name. Everyone called him Remer, it was his thing, even you called him that. But the sound of you moaning his name was music to his ears.

He thrusted faster, the tight grip on the chain just getting tighter before he lifted you up to where your back was pressed against his still clothed torso. You turned your head to look at him before he started kissing your neck, sucking and licking, everything he could to make sure to leave a few marks.

You felt chills start to build up throughout your body, feeling like you were going to explode. “So close.”

“Me too baby. Me too.” He whimpered into your ear. You loved the noises he would make when he came. A mixture of whines and whimpers as his hips stuttered, the noises almost sounded feminine when he did.

Suddenly, the chills in your body reached the highest point before it was almost like it stopped, your walls flexing around Remer’s cock as you felt his pacing grow sloppy, his heart racing against your back before he came for the second time that evening.

The breathing between you two was heavy, the occasional moan slipping out.

Shortly after, you felt Remer unlock the handcuffs, throwing them on the counter in front of you before turning you around so your ass was pressed up against the counter.

He pushed his lips into your, the feeling of the fake mustache he still wore causing you to giggle before he pulled away, “What’s so funny?”

You raised your hands pulling the mustache off his face, throwing it to the side. “I think you look better with a clean shave.” You whispered, lightly running your thumb across his upper lip.

“And I think maybe we should try doing a doctor one of these next?” He asked before kissing you once more.

#i hope y'all like this one and it makes up for the super short smut from day one #doug remer #doug remer x reader #baseketball #doug remer smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day two #kinktober day 2 #matt stone #matt stone smut

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gremlintheslut · 7 months

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Kinktober

Day 2 Feminization and jealousy

Axl rose

Summary: realizing he is going to lose the love of his life over what many would consider small or unimportant axl forces himself to do the unthinkable to get her to stay.

Warnings: feminization, self degradation, mommy kink, oral and implied oral (f receiving), over stimulation, anal, reach around hand job, strap on, femme dom

(sorry for the late post I didn't realize till today the schedule posting feature didn't work)

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I can't do this. She is the love of my life and I have watched her flirt with guy after guy trying to find my replacement. I look over at her as she takes off her heels right across from where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. I know what she wants and maybe I'll learn to want it too. I'll lose her if I don't. "I'll do it" I say to her. "What?" She says turning to look at me. I make eye contact with her and I have never felt more humiliated in my life.

"I'll be submissive" I mumble looking down not wanting to face her. "Speak up Axl I can't hear you" she says clearly annoyed with me. She walks closer to me and puts her ear in front of my face. "I'll be submissive" I whisper into her ear. She looks at me with a smile all her annoyance gone. I feel less embarrassed and more comfortable. "Really?" She looks the happiest I've ever seen her. I nod my head. "Strip naked for me ax" she says before going to the walk in closest. That was the first time she had used that nickname in 4 months before we had our last big fight.

I pull my shirt off and throw it to the corner of the room. I can hear her moving things around trying to find something. I unbuckle my belt and throw in the same general area of my shirt. I unbutton my jeans and unzip the zipper. I pull my pants down along with my boxers and step out of them. I kick them to the pile of clothes and y/n returns seconds later with a box.

She puts it down on the bed behind me and I continue to look at her puzzled waiting for her to say something. "Okay change into what's in the box and tell me when your done" she says smiling before quickly leaving before I can open the box. I open the box and I feel utterly humiliated and I'm not even wearing it yet. A pink lacey bra with a matching micro mini skirt sit folded nicely in the box.

The bra has no padding and is a tight fit. The skirt has elastic and I have no problem getting into but it does dig into my hips a little. I stand in the outfit almost wanting to cry and lock the door to stop her from ever seeing me like this. But, this is what she wants. The only reason we have had big fights and she clearly doesn't love me like she used to is because she wants this every once in a while. She will be happy to see me like this not disgusted. Y/-" I clear my throat "y/n I'm ready"

She opens the door, walks in and closes the door. I'm not looking at her. I can't until I hear her reaction. "You look perfect baby" I'm ashamed to admit but I get a semi. I feel disgusting and now I'm afraid I might actually like it. I look at her and she is unbelievably happy. I have never seen her this happy before. I look down and see she's wearing a strap on. My semi goes to a full hard on. I'm so full with embarrassment. Thank God she doesn't say anything. My face is burning and I'm staring at the floor. I'm sure even my ears are red.

Y/n puts her hands on my jaw and makes me look at her. She goes up on her toes and kisses me. "Thank you ax really thank you" my embarrassment is somewhat washed away. Her hands mover from my face to my shoulders. "Get on your knees" she says her gentleness fading and I obey without out question. She doesn't need to tell me what to do I know what she wants. I lick my lips and put them around the tip of the dildo. I slowly put more and more into my mouth as she plays with my hair and watches.

Not wanting to gag I stop when I know it's close to the back of my throat. She puts her hands on the back of my head and slowly forcing me to slowly go further. Tears fill my eyes and soon spill down my cheeks as I start to gag. She stops for a moment to let me get used to the feeling before making me go further. I hate this. I hate the gagging and this sick feeling I have in my stomach from thinking I'm going to puke. My hard on is completely gone at this point.

She grabs my hair and pulls me off. Thank God. I cough a little and wipe the spit from my face before following her next commands. "Get on the bed" she says and I nod my head doing as she says. Without saying a word she rearranges me into the position she wants me in. On my hands and knees facing the headboard of the bed. She leaves my side momentarily to get the bottle of lube on off of the nightstand which hasn't been touched in nearly 6 months now.

I hear her open the bottle and the sound of the gooey liquid being slathered on something but I can't feel any lube on me. I know what's about to happen and every part of me wants to end this now before anything happens. But I don't. I think of her smile and how sincerely and sweetly she thanked and spoke to me. I feel the lubed up tip of her strap on prodding at my asshole. She pushes the tip in and my eyes full with tears of pain and humiliation.

She slowly pushes the strap on in further. I am filled with disgust as my dick gets hard again. I'm trying my best to convince myself I don't enjoy this but I don't believe me. I feel her hips bump me as the last inch of the strap on fills me. Tears roll down my face and I hold back a sob. I enjoy this why the fuck do I enjoy this. She reaches around and with the remaining lube still on her hands she wraps her fingers around my shaft.

She starts to slowly move her hands up and down my cock as she moves her hips matching the pace of her hand. She is very gentle clearly not wanting to hurt me. I let out a moan as she hits my g-spot for the first time. It feels so good and the pleasure distracts me from my thoughts. She speed up the pace. The stretching sound of the the lube up toy almost fully existing me and reentering me fill the room. My tears continue to flow but from overwhelming pleasure.

Then I say something I never knew I even wanted to say. "I'm gonna cum mommy" she speeds up in response and I cum all over the bed and her hand. But she doesn't stop nor slow down. I let out a whine of pain. "Fuck stop" I say and she doesn't listen. I'm not sure if I really want her too. My dick feels like it's on fire from the amount of stimulation it's getting and the tip is firey red. I moan loudly not caring if the neighbors hear.

I'm close to cumming again. I want to say "mommy I'm gonna cum again" but the only word I can get it is "mommy" I continue to repeat the word unable to get through the sentence. I blow another load over the bed and her hand. She still doesn't stop. At this point I feel no pleasure and only pain. Everything hurts and I'm begging her to stop in between sobs. I'm so sensitive and I can barely form any thoughts other than "ouch". I go down on my elbows and bury my face into the bed.

I haven't cried this hard since I was a child. I don't even have time to realize it myself before I'm cumming again. She finally takes her hand away from my dick. She places both hands on my hips and slowly pulls out. Once she's all the way out I colap onto the bed and cry. I lay in my cum crying while takes of the strap on and puts it on the bed side table. Climbs into bed and holds me. I calm down soon after. "What is it?" She asks me still being able to tell when I'm not saying something after all the time she has paid no attention to me.

"I thought I was gonna hate that" I say ashamed. "But you don't?" She asks and I shake my head. "I think I loved every second of it" I admit. "You don't seem happy" she says. "I feel disgusting" I say. "There's nothing disgusting about you baby and even if there was I would still love every part of it" she says and I feel way better. I roll over making her fall into her back. "What are you doing?" She chuckles a little. "It's the first time we've had sex in almost 6 months and you think I'm gonna let you go unsatisfied?" I say as I position my head between her thighs.

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Thanks for reading💋-gremlin

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ink-and-blotts · 2 years

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Day 2 - Submission

Kinktober day 2, which is definitely not 5 days late, I would never post anything late of course ;-;

Warnings: reader is a little bit of a toxic dom at first, punishment mention, marking, blood mention, submissive tomura x dom reader, tory sucking (except tomuras getting his titties sucked lmao), mommy kink, slight degrading + praise, a little bit of cockworship, face fucking, descriptive mentions of his cock + cum, soft aftercare :)

It’s late when you come home to your shared apartment. You’re exhausted at this point, mentally, as you drag yourself up a flight of stairs and to your apartment door.

You’re careful to be quiet as you shut the door behind you—Tomura’s bedtime was just over an hour ago and you know how hard it is to get him back to sleep once he’s awake.

The lights are all off, so you struggle to make your way through the pitch darkness, wincing as you bump into furniture as you make your way to your room. The door’s shut, and you’re careful to keep quiet as you slowly turn the knob and push it open, old hinges screeching in a way that makes you cringe.

You expect to see Tomura asleep in your shared bed, cuddled up in an excessive amount of blankets and cuddling the ridiculously huge plush teddybear you’d won him from the city carnival last year. He’s usually got at least three pillows to accommodate him—one for his head, one for his arms (along with the teddybear), and one between his thighs for comfort. But tonight you see none of that.

He’s laying on his side, covers up to his waist with his shirt off—probably lounging in his boxers despite you buying him so many silky, expensive pajamas for him to wear. Blue light shines onto his face and you see something on his phone, bedsheets rustling slightly, but you’re too far away to see what he’s looking at.

At first, you figure he fell asleep scrolling through social media or something. But then you hear a soft moan coming from his side of the bed, and jealousy sparks in your chest.

Aside from the basic ground rules of a dom-sub relationship, you two really only have one strict rule: no porn for either of you.

It makes you jealous, you had explained when you realized he hadn’t quit his porn addiction after the first few weeks of dating, seeing him cum all over his fist for some other woman. Of course he didn’t know any better—still a virgin when you met with barely any dating experience, he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do when he needed to shoot off a load, especially when you weren’t around.

You call me, you’d explained, a bit annoyed. Whether you’re at work, with friends, in the other room, you made sure that if he needs to cum, he fucking calls you.

So why was he committing an act of such disrespect? You come home late one night and this is what he does?

You make no effort to stay quiet anymore, dropping your bag onto the floor and storming over to the bed, snatching the phone out of his hand.

“What’s this all about, eh?” You ask.

He jumps, startled, and tries to grab the phone back, but you keep it out of his reach.

“Y-You’re home?”

“What does it look like? I had some entitled customer offer extra money half an hour after closing and got forced to deal with them for another hour—I’m home a little late and you immediately go watching that shit? Did you even think?”

“That shit? What are you talking about?” He sounds nervous, raspy voice shaking as he stares at the phone in your hand and back to your glare.

“You know what I’m talking about, Tomura,” you snap. “You deliberately stayed up past your bedtime because I didn’t come home early, didn’t even bother to lock the door while you jacked off to another girl getting her back blown out, and now you’re lying? Fucking disrespectful,”

“A—Another girl?”

Tomura laughs, unexpected from you even considering his brattiness. He’s usually bold, but he thinks he can laugh about something like this?

“Something funny?” You ask, annoyed. “What kinda shit were you even watching?”

You pick up his phone and unlock it—your face already registered for his ID unlock—and your expression softens.

You expected to see lewd videos of girls with spread legs and abhorrently fake moans, exaggerated expressions and poor scripting as they attempt to make the shit look hot.

But instead you see a social media app, on some account you don’t recognize—you have all his passwords, of course—and dozens of reblogged thirst tweets.

They’re dirty, unbelievably dirty—you knew your baby was a slut, but he can’t even tell you what he wants when you’re about to fuck him, let alone repost these things for anyone on his blog to see.

You stare for a moment, reading through them, and looking back to Tomura’s expression.

His laughs of disbelieve have faded into nervous chuckles, face gone redder than his eyes as he watches you scroll through his phone.

“This is what you were staying up doing?” You ask in disbelief, feeling guilty for yelling at him just a moment ago. “You were the moaning I heard? And—And what’s the fake account for? Who’s is this?”

“I—It’s mine,” he admits sheepishly. “’m sorry, mommy—I should’ve told you I made a new one, but—but then you would’ve looked at it and seen the posts and—”

You shut him up with a messy kiss, lips lazily slotting against his as you cup his burning face, more embarrassment seeping into his cheeks.

“This is what you were doing, up past your bedtime?” You chuckle, laying down next to him and showing him the posts as if he wasn’t the one who saved him. “Do you see how slutty this makes you look?”

“I—I know, mommy, you don’t need to rub it in,” he stammers, tongue tripping over his words as his voice shakes. “I just—”

“These go back for weeks, love,” you tease. “You’ve been reading these for a while, hm? Wishing they were you?”

“Well I—erm—”

You silence him with another kiss, softer this time, and keep scrolling through the posts.

“You want these? You want it to be you?”

“Yes—no! I mean—”

You laugh a little and pull him into your chest, muttering about how that’s just so cute, love, and that if he needed these things so bad, he could’ve just asked.

“‘m’not good at using my words, mommy—you know that!”

“Oh hush,” you sigh, stroking his silvery hair and scrolling into another post.

“If this is what my baby needs so badly, what kind of mommy would I be if I didn’t give it to him?”

You click on one of the posts, laughing at the way he tries to hide his face in your chest.

A pathetic moan forces it’s way from his throat as you read more posts aloud, him whining as he tries to bury his face deeper into your chest.

“Degrading, hm? I knew you were a little slut, but I didn’t know you liked being treated like one,”

He whines again, unable to to stop himself from grinding against your thigh. Even through the material of his boxers you can feel how wet he is, the tip of his cock drooling precum through the fabric. You can’t help but mumble about how cute it is, how wet he is, just from reading a few dirty posts online.

“You know, I really should punish you—you’re up past your bedtime and hid this dirty secret from me for a long time, love,”

“’m sorry, mommy!” He whines, muffled by your shirt. “Needed you—needed to cum so bad and—and I couldn’t do it alone, and you weren’t home and—”

“Shh, baby, hush,” you coo, trailing your fingers down his body. “I won’t punish you tonight, you seem like you really need it, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, please!” He lifts his head to look at you, large puppy eyes boring into yours. “I won’t do it again, p-promise! Jus—Just help me, please?”

You smile softly and set his phone down on your nightstand, fixing your attention on his wide eyes, pathetic tears of yearning and need threatening to spill down onto his cheeks.

You crawl over him, and although he’s bigger than you—taller, heavier, more muscular—he feels so small under your intense gaze, crimson eyes scanning every tiny expression of your face.

“I’m gonna take care of you, love,” you promise, pressing your lips onto his in a bruising kiss before he has the chance to respond.

Slender fingers tangle themselves in your hair, desperately trying to pull you closer, to get more.

Your tongue forces its way into his mouth, his dry lips moving in to suck on it, drowning in your taste. A moan leaves his throat as you move down and bite on his lip, tugging on it until the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth.

Delicate lips make their way down his neck, tongue tracing over self-inflicted scars, covering them with brilliant marks of violet and crimson. You make your way down to his chest, leaving soft bitemarks and gorgeous bruises, tongue lapping over his sensitive nipples before you lean in and suckle, a rush of pride leaving your body in a soft laugh as his hips buck pathetically, lonely cock desperate for attention.

“M-Mommy, please,” he whines, failing to push your head off his overstimulated nipple.

“Please what, love?”

He whines again, a pathetic mewl of your name as his untouched cock twitches in his boxers.

“M-My cock, mommy! Touch me there!”

Normally, such a demanding tone would’ve earned him a hefty punishment—one that would’ve left his ass bruised and red with handprints, a nasty punishment that would’ve ended with him sobbing on his knees, begging for forgiveness.

But tonight you just can’t help but feel bad for him, knowing how needy he must be.

So you stop teasing him and move your focus to his boxers—a sticky, wet print covering the plaid print in the front—and tug them down to his thighs, taking in the sight of his gorgeous cock.

You were far from inexperienced when you met Tomura. Not a slut or a player, but you’d seen plenty of men naked, and you knew how to take care of them. But even ignoring your obvious bias to Tomura, his is still your favorite.

He’s big—longer and thicker than normal, your two hands still not being able to fit him all. A virgin when he met you, he thought his cock was average at best, but nothing like the over exaggerated shit he’d seen. He’d been so adorable, so shy to show it to you for the first time, so confused when you sucked in your breath and told him it’s the biggest you’ve ever seen.

Thick veins wrap around the shaft; your favorite is the fat one that runs along the underside of his cock. And it’s so fucking pretty, a perfect shade of dusty rose, tip turning redder and redder the harder he gets.

Once you’re done admiring him, staring at how pretty his cock is, you slowly wrap your lips around the tip of it.

Precum pools under his foreskin, and you dig your tongue into the slit, giggling as his cock jumps at your touch. You lap up the salty precum, swallowing every delicate drop before taking him further in.

You start slow—or at least, you try to—as you take him in, wanting to savor him, savor the taste of his fat cock on your tongue.

But you’re impatient, can’t wait any longer—and neither can he, as he instinctively bucks his hips up into your face, effectively shoving his length down your throat.

You choke a little around him, throat spawning at the unexpected intrusion, but god, it feels so good just to have him in your mouth.

You allow him to tangle his fingers in your hair, using your mouth like it’s a fucking fleshlight as he forces your head up and down, up and down.

It hurts a little, every slam of your face into his pelvic bone, lips catching on his silvery pubes—but you force yourself to take it, marveling in just how good your baby fe le from your touch.

He moans louder and louder, switching between cries of your name and “f-fuck, mommy!-” as he uses you to get himself off.

It doesn’t take long before his cock twitches in your mouth, and you know he’s close. You moan around his cock, an unspoken plea for him to finish in your mouth.

And despite not being able to form words, Tomura knows, Tomura always knows what his mommy wants.

So he gives it to you, a final thrust of his hips having him moan out a cry of your name as he paints your throat with hot, thick ropes of cum.

You pull off a moment later and swallow, savoring the taste of his cum in your mouth as you clean him up with your tongue.

He’s still panting when you come back up to his face and pull him into your chest, poor baby still struggling to come down from his orgasm.

But it’s your soft embrace, your plush lips pressing gentle kisses into his skin as he calms down, your voice hushing him through it that helps him slowly drift off.

As he cuddles into your body, feeling your loving arms around him, just one thought runs through his mind.

God, he fucking loves you.

#tomura smut #shigaraki smut #bnha smut #kinktober 2022 #tomura x reader #dom reader #sub shigaraki #dom/sub #kinktober smut #kinktober day 2

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Revenge served cold - Kinktober 2

Summary: You meet your rival from high school and her ex...

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: Cuckolding

Square 1 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Rivals

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, smut, protected sex, fingering, dirty talk, semi-public sex, daddy kink, dominant Andy, cuckolding

Words: 1,9 k

Kinktober 2022

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“Y/N, look at you,” you roll your eyes as your nemesis, the girl that tried to make your life living hell during high school, hugs you. She presses he lips to your cheek, leaving red stains. “All grown and you lost some weight.”

She steps away to look you up and down. Laurie waits for you to return the compliment but you just glare at her for a moment. Why should you compliment your archenemy, your rival?

“Do I know you?” you would pay to get a picture of Laurie as she purses her lips and narrows her eyes. “Sorry, I can’t remember every person I went to school with.”

“I’m Laurie,” she coos now. “You must remember me. You all elected me head cheerleader. We were friends.”

“Laurie, hmm…doesn’t ring a bell. Sorry, I was more into getting good grades, not shaking my ass to get the boys' attention,” you quip, enjoying the struggle on her face. “I remember every friend I ever had since middle school. You weren’t one of them.”

“Well, maybe you don’t remember me as you always were jealous of me,” now she shows her true colors. “I can imagine it was hard for you to see me getting all the attention.”

“I think things were very hard for you” you step closer to whisper in her ear. “With all the dicks you had to suck to get so much attention. Rumors said a head cheerleader was getting around pretty much.”

“I-“ she gapes at you. It must be the first time you see Laurie, head cheerleader and self-declared dream of every boy at your high school, speechless.

“Just saying,” you smile sweetly, “sometimes it’s better to focus on one dick and do it right. Not take the whole football team within a few weeks…”

While one of your former classmates chats you up, you sip at a too-sweet drink and let your eyes wander. You sigh, as you rather go back to your hotel room and enjoy the perfect mattress.

“Do you remember we had biology together?” he tries to get your attention, but you rather push your empty glass into his hands. “Y/N…”

“I remember you liked to call me nerd and goody in two shoes,” you snap at the now bald football captain. Unlike some others, he didn’t age well. “Just leave me alone.”

“Don’t be like that,” he steps closer to drink your appearance in. Your black, curve-hugging dress reveals enough cleavage to get his attention. “I always knew you weren’t just a nerd and wanted to get my hands on you.”

“She said that she wants you to leave her alone,” another former classmate steps toward the man trying to get in your pants. “Get lost before I make sure you get lost.”

“I got this,” you turn to leave. “I didn’t need your help, Barber. Go back to your wifey and leave me the fuck alone.”

“A pleasure to see you again too, Y/N,” Andy chuckles as the other man finally leaves your side. “I tried to get you alone all night. It seemed you were busy getting all the attention.”

“I think that’s your wife’s specialty,” he laughs as you turn to leave. “As I said, go back to your wife. I’m not in the mood for one of her games, or yours.”

“Wait.”

You walk away. It’s not your style to leave things unsaid; but in Andy’s case, you must leave. He hurt your feelings once, and you won’t let Laurie rub salt into your wounds.

“I said wait,” he grasps your arm, lighting tugging to get you to follow him. “I want to talk to you, Y/N.”

“About what?” you huff. “How about that you asked me to be your valentine only to go with Laurie to the prom? Or, how about how you pretended to be interested in anything I have to say only to act like you don’t know me the other day.”

“I was a foolish boy,” his features soften seeing the insecurity in your eyes. “Laurie was the first girl giving me a blowjob, and I didn’t think with my upstairs brain. We were friends and…”

“I don’t think we ever were friends, Andy,” you try to wiggle out of his iron grip, but it’s no use. He starts to walk toward the restrooms, not caring about the people watching you fight his hold on you. “Let me go.”

“We will talk,” he pushes you against the wall. You can’t escape him. Andy places his hands on each side of your head, caging you. “Back then, I was a foolish boy. I fell in love with the wrong girl and married her.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” you try to ignore you can feel the heat come out of his body when he leans closer.

“Shush, now,” he leans impossible closer to whisper in your ear. “Be a good girl. Let me end my speech. I practiced for months. Since I got to know you will come here too.”

“Fine…talk,” you breathlessly say.

“As I said, back then I was a foolish boy,” Andy rasps. “Now I’m a grown man. A divorced man.”

“Divorced?” you dip your head to glance at his left hand. He’s not wearing his wedding band. “You’re not fucking with me Andy, right?”

“Not yet,” he cups your face and presses lips to yours, taking all your doubts away. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, and you allow him to move one hand under your dress to cup your ass. “But I’d like to have my way with you.”

“What about your ex? And why now? You never showed interest.”

“You were cute and innocent back then,” he purrs in your ear. “I dared not to ruin you. But now, you are all grown up and I want to make you my little slut.”

“Andy,” you shouldn’t let him grope your ass, or call you his slut. And you surely shouldn’t let him guide you inside the restrooms to bend you over the washbasin…

“Have you seen Andy?” Laurie coos. After she failed to mess with you, she tries to find Andy to talk to him. “Hello?”

“He barked at me when I was talking to Y/N.”

“Y/N? What has he to do with that bitch?” Laurie grunts as her phone starts vibrating. “What now?” she gets her phone out, smiling as Andy just send her a message. “Meet me at the lady’s restrooms. Oh Andy, you bad boy…”

“Andy, anyone could walk in on us,” you try to push him off you, but it’s no use.

You barely made it inside the restrooms before he was on you. He shoved your dress up to your waist and almost ripped the straps of your dress off to reveal your chest to him.

“Be good now,” his hands cup your breasts to slowly knead the plush flesh. He pinches your nipples, making you gasp. “Only good girls get to cum.”

“We should go somewhere else,” he slaps one of your tits at your words. Your eyes meet Andy’s in the mirror and you know, he’s not the kind of man you want to mess with. Not if you want to cum. “Andy.”

“I’ll have my way with you right here and now. Hands-on the washbasin, and not a word,” Andy moves his hands to your hips to slide your panties down your legs. “I know you are wet for me, but we should have a look.”

You whimper, at his words. Your panties got ruined the moment you felt his hands on your body. “I’m wet for you, Sir,” you test the waters. “You make me so wet…always did.”

“Dirty girl,” he wraps one arm around your body to hold you against him. “Do you want to feel me inside your tight little cunt? I bet you want me to fuck you right here like the whore you are for me.”

“Please fuck me,” Andy groans as you slowly grind against his erection. You’re watching his reaction in the mirror and smirk to yourself. You’ve got him right where you want him. “I’ll be good for you, Sir.”

“Shit, I’d like to take you on a date first, but I need to have you right fucking now,” biting your lower lip you watch Andy unzips his pants. He simply shoves them down his legs, along with his boxers.

“I feel so empty without you, Andy,” you never acted like that before. Tonight, you will get your revenge, though.

“Just a second,” he fishes a condom out of his jacket, hurriedly ripping it open with his teeth. “Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts.”

“Then you better get inside of me,” Andy rolls the condom over his length. “I’m waiting, Sir.”

He grips your hips with one hand to tease you with his cock. “Fuck, I can’t believe you are the first woman I fuck after my divorce.” He slowly slips the tip in and you grip the washbasin tighter. “Have my cock, all of it.”

Andy slams into you, making you cry out as he spreads you. “Fuck, you did grow up,” he cups the back of your neck to force you to bend over the washbasin. “ANDY.”

“You’re mine now,” he gives you a few shallow thrusts. “Yeah, that pussy is mine. To hell with Laurie and her vanilla sex. I knew you’ll be the right woman to fulfill all of my secret desires.”

“Like fucking at the restrooms?” you eagerly push back onto Andy, even though, he grips your neck a little tighter. “I’ll be everything you want me to be if you give me something I dreamed of for years in return.”

“Just let me fuck you first,” he grips your hips and starts to move in earnest. Every thrust makes you gasp. You urge Andy on, praise him as your core begins to bloom. “Shit, you’re so good for me. You’re taking daddy so well.”

“Daddy?” he moves one hand back to your neck to hold you down while he has his way with your cunt. Andy speeds up and starts to hammer into you without restraint. He gives a shit on people passing the restrooms by, or that anyone could walk in on you.

“Say it again,” his thrusts become more erratic when you clamp down hard onto his cock. “NOW!”

“DADDY!”

“That’s right. AGAIN!”

“DADDY!”

“Andy?” you need to hold back a smirk the moment Andy moans your name while his ex-wife watches him sloppily thrust in and out of you. “Why? Why did you tell me to come here to watch…this.”

“I didn’t…I…fuck…this is the best pussy I ever had,” you lift your head to grin at Laurie. “I could happily live inside of your cunt, Y/N.”

“How does it feel knowing Andy wants to fuck only me? How does it feel to know that only I can make him cum so hard,” she gasps as you continue. “Did you know he wants me to fulfill all his desires? You just don’t do it for him…”

“I-“ she storms out of the room, while you smile to yourself.

“It was you…right? You told her to come here,” he slips out of you to discard the condom. “Why?”

“I wanted to show her what happens if you mess with me,” you look over your shoulder to smirk at Andy. “Call me if you want to do it again…”

Andy mirrors your smirk and drops his eyes to your puffy cunt. “OH, sweetness,” he slaps your ass. “You have been a very bad girl and we will make sure you’ll be only good from now on. I will not let you out of my sight until I know you are my good girl…”

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iamthecomet · 7 months

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Write sober, edit drunk.

#comet comments #or whatever hemingway said #kinktober day 2 #coming soon

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and-claudia · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 2: Daddy (Steve Harrington x fem! reader)

Warnings: Daddy kink, smut, p in v, use of baby and baby girl, slight mean! steve, Daddy Steve, rule breaking, car sex, NSFW (let me know if I missed anything)

Word count: 2k

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MINORS DNI!!

I woke up today and chose violence. Summer break had just started and I was determined to make the best of it. I knew my mom had a couple of movies to return to Family Video, so that was my first stop of the day.

I got dressed quickly since I already knew what I would wear. I had taken a cute outfit out last night and hung it on my door. I knew the outfit would drive Steve crazy. I also grabbed Steve’s hoodie off my bed for later tonight.

“Hey mom, I was going to go see Steve at work, want me to bring back those movies for you?” I asked.

“Yes, dear, thank you.” She said as she went to grab them.

To say she was oblivious to the true nature of my and Steve’s relationship was a severe understatement. She thought I was the perfect, responsible daughter I always was, or that she thought I always was. She never knew about the high school parties, the drinking, or the staying over at Steve’s. She believed every lie I told her. In her eyes, her little girl could do nothing wrong.

“Bye, mom!” I said grabbing my keys and heading out the door.

When I got to Family Video I parked and walked in. Steve was busy doing something but upon hearing the door he glanced up.

“Welcome to Fam-“ he stopped short upon seeing me.

“Welcome to Family Video.” Robin finished with a small smirk.

“Thanks, Robin. What’s wrong Steve? Cat got your tongue?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him.

He raised his eyebrow at me. I wasn’t supposed to tease him in public.

“What can I help you with?” He asked.

“Oh, I think Robin can help me today. Besides, I think you have a customer.” I said pointing to the register where someone had just walked up.

He turned to see them as well and sighed before stepping away to help them.

“I just need to return these.” I said, handing Robin the tapes.

“Are you trying to piss him off?” Robin asked quietly as she took them.

I gasped dramatically, “I would never!”

“Mhm, sure.” She gave me my total for renting the movies and I paid her.

Steve finished up with his customer around the same time and immediately came back over to where I was.

“What are you doing here, baby?” He asked, he sounded like he was suspicious of me.

“I had movies I needed to return. And I figured I pick one out for us to watch tonight.” I said innocently.

“That sounds like a smart idea. Go ahead and pick out two, on the house.” He winked. “Okay!” I said enthusiastically.

Usually, the correct response would have been “Yes, daddy!” but in public, we kept that name under wraps. I skipped away in search of our movies.

“Did you make a decision yet, baby?” Steves's voice made me jump slightly.

“Nope.” I went back to looking.

He got closer and closer until he was right up behind me, his body pressed against mine.

“What the hell made you think you could get away with wearing this? Hm?”

I glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot. The only other people in the store were Robin and a customer standing on the opposite side of the store.

“I thought I looked cute. Do you not like my outfit, daddy?” I asked with a small pout.

“No, baby, I love it. You look stunning. And I’m sure every guy that lays eyes on you thinks the same.” He huffed.

“Really?” I asked acting excited at the thought of other guys checking me out.

“Other guys don’t get to check you out, remember? You’re daddy’s, not theirs.” He said lowly in my ear.

“I can’t help it if they like what they see.” I sassed, reaching out to grab a movie.

“Oh daddy, can we watch this one, please?” I asked, holding up A Nightmare on Elm Street.

“I don’t know baby, that one is pretty scary…”

“Just because you call me baby doesn’t mean I am one.” I sassed.

“Fine. Might as well make it a double horror night then,” He said, reaching to grab The Shining.

That almost made me drop my act but not quite yet.

“That sounds like fun daddy!” I said, taking the tape from him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

I skipped over to the counter with the tapes in hand. Steve came up behind and slipped behind it to ring it up. He rang them up under his account so he wouldn’t have to pay as much.

“Okay now, go be a good girl and wait in the break room for me to get off. My shift ends at 5:00, can you be good for me for 30 minutes?” He asked.

“But it's so boring in there! Can’t I at least sit behind the counter so I can watch the movie you are playing?” I asked.

“Fine, but you sit here and be quiet. No talking to customers, or to Robin, you’ll distract her. Just sit on the stool and watch the movie. Understand?” He asked sternly.

“Yes, sir!” I gave a mock salute.

I sat there and did as I was told for a whole 5 minutes before I got bored. With a dramatic sigh, I caught Robin’s attention.

“You good, Yn?” She asked.

“Just bored.” I sighed again, this time making Steve look over to me.

He excused himself from the customer he was helping and walked over.

I shifted in my seat and watched excitedly as he walked over.

“Go help them, Robin, I need to talk with Yn.” Steve said sternly, not even looking at Robin.

Robin got the hint and walked off to help the customer Steve had just left. Once she was gone Steve began speaking to me.

“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, he was angry, yet, but his tone was still very stern.

“Watching the movie.” I said, leaning around him to see the screen, breaking one of his rules; eye contact when answering him.

“That’s not what I meant. And look at me when you’re answering, you know better. And to show up wearing that? You did it just to piss Daddy off, didn’t you?” His voice was low so no one else could hear him.

And I ignored him. Another rule, broken.

“Yn, I asked you a question.” He pressed.

“I heard you.” I said simply.

That pissed him off. Perfect.

“That’s it.” He mumbled, “Hey, Robin?” He called over, looking away from me.

“Yeah?”

“Yn isn’t feeling well. I need to take her home. Can you handle the store until the next shift starts?”

Robin knew. She knew all to well. And the way her nose scrunched up before she sighed said it all.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I got it. Feel better soon, Yn.” She said, shaking her head.

“Up.” Steve said to me once Robin had turned away once again.

I stood and he grabbed my hand and began to lead me to the back of the store. He took me out the back door and over to his car. I was confused when he didn’t lead me to the passenger side door and my face must have shown it.

“Did you really think I was going to take you home, or even to my house, after that stunt you just pulled? Absolutely not. Get in.” He said, jerking open the door to the back seat.

I climbed in and waited while he went to start the car. He left it in park before retuning to the door. I tuned to look back at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ve done this before you know what to do.” He said, nodding me to scoot over and make space for him.

“Now, Daddy is going to fuck you like the whore you are determinded to be. And you’re not going to cum until I tell you that you can, understand?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I tried to say.

“No. Too late to backtrack. You did this yourself. You knew the consequences.” He said.

He waisted no time freeing his already headening cock from his jeans as he shimmied them down to his knees. I watched with wide eyes as he used his hand to pump it a few times to help himself get fully hard.

“Are you going to just sit there and watch? You’re a big girl. Take it off.” He said nodding to my bottoms.

I did as he said and used a similar method to get them as he did, but I opted to take them completely off. Once they were off, we both maneuvered so I was laying back, my legs around his waist where he sat up on his knees, lining himself up to my entrance.

Without any warning, he thrusted into me causing me to moan. The pace he set was quick and rough. Every thrust of his hips was hitting that sweet spot deep inside that had me seeing stars.

“Daddy, m’sorry.” I managed to get out between moans.

“Like I said, baby, too late.” He said back between grunts of his own.

He brought one of his hands down between our two bodies and began rubbing my clit. I threw my head back at the feeling.

I could feel the need cum racing towards me. Steve must have noticed too.

“Remember what daddy said.” He reminded.

“Can’t. Need to cum… please daddy?” I begged, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes.

His hips came to a sudden stop with his dick buried deep inside. And his fingers stopped rubbing my clit and pulled completely away causing me to whine.

“Quit whining.” He scolded.

“Sorry daddy.” I said, eyes closed as I tried to catch my breath.

“Look at me.”

I did as he said and opened my eyes to find him watching me expectantly.

“You’ve been a bad girl today, you understand that right?” He asked.

I nodded.

He tilted his head at me, raising an eyebrow, “You know to use your words.”

“Yes daddy, I was a bad girl today.”

He nodded before speaking once again, “And should bad girls get to cum?”

“No, daddy.”

“You’re right. But Daddy is feeling nice today. If you promise to be good the rest of the week, I’ll let you cum.”

I nodded desperately as my words came out rushed, “Yes daddy, yes. I promise I’ll be good! I’ll be daddy’s good girl! I promise!”

“Good, girl.” He said before leaning over more to press his lips to mine.

He began his thrust again, this time not nearly as rough, but just as deep. This time when he brought his hand down to rub my clit once again, I nearly came from the city tact alone, the bundle of nerves already so sensitive.

“Daddy, m’close…” I mumbled, feeling my body already beginning to stiffen up, knowing my orgasm was fast approaching.

“Go ahead. Baby. Cum on Daddy’s cock.” Steve said gently, not letting up.

And I did. I threw my head back, just narrowly missing smacking it against the door, my walls clamped down on his cock as he continued to rock his hips into mine, helping ride out the pure ecstasy I was currently in. He wasn’t too far behind me as I felt him twitch inside me before letting go of his own release. The feeling of his cum shooting deeper inside me caused me to let out a moan.

He stayed there for a couple of minutes as we both came back down from our highs. Then he slowly pulled out but shifted us to where he was now laying on the seat with me on top, just resting my head against his chest. It was by no means comfortable, being cramped in the back seat but just being with him was all I needed.

“I really am sorry, Daddy.” I finally said, picking my head up.

“I know baby, I know. But that doesn’t excuse how you acted today. I think you’re really going to have to make it up to me tonight.”

“How?” I asked, tilting my head at him.

“You didn’t have your heart set on actually watching those movies tonight, did you?” He said, smiling, knowing he was going to make an absolute mess of me tonight.

Day 2 Kinktober Taglist:

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a/n:

Sorry this was late I am super busy and have had to put it off for a bit, which does mean all of it is behind now, I will get them out as soon as I can.

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If you think it is a mistake, please dm me and I will try to help resolve the issue.

#stranger things smut #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington #steve x reader smut #steve harrington smut #steve x reader #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 2 #minors dni #steve harrington x reader

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bucky-barnes-lover · 7 months

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Kinktober day 2: Daddy Kink

Moodboard. Sebastian Stan

#marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x female reader #moodboard #kinktober #kinktober day 2 #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan characters #sebby baby

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swhatever · 2 years

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"yes lieutenant"

kinktober ‘22 day 1: choking

pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Summary: y/n clearly doesnt know when to stop acting up, lucky for them a certain WSO is very willing to put them in their place.

Warnings: gn!reader, no mention of genitalia, mean dom!Bob, brat!reader, so many commas, slightly public sexual acts, dom/sub dynamic, established relationship, choking kink (obviously), reader gets called "slut" and"angel"

word count: 419 (there will be a longer part two tomorrow besties <3)

a/n: Sorry for posting a day late ASKSJKAJK i’ve had a pretty shitty cold. This is a pretty short one but there will be a much longer part 2 tomorrow containing all the juicy events that shall follow. This is purely self indulgent towards my current top gun brainrot. Grammarly saves the day yet again.

Please let me know if I’ve missed out on any warnings. -Padfoot <3

You had been teasing him all night, the ‘shy’ WSOs patience running thin at an almost supersonic level. You’d pulled every manoeuvre in the book: brushing against him as you walked past, gently ghosting your fingers up and down his neck, covertly grinding against him as you lazily perched on his lap. Along with your blatant disobedience and taunts, he’d had enough.

“Outside. Now.” he ordered through gritted teeth, loud enough for the other pilots to here. This order of course received a comment or two from Bradley and Jake, egging your boyfriend on and offering no defence for you - as if you deserved it. Nat simply looked on with a knowing gaze. You were fucked to put it simply. Now, at this point there was no use in arguing against the already exasperated lieutenant. Thus, you simply followed on outside, not particularly wanting to get dragged out in front of everyone. The last thing audible as the door to the Hard Deck shut behind you, were the mocking (and frankly immature) whistles and jeers from Jake.

“Care to explain yourself angel?” it wasn’t a request but more so a command and definitely one that did not need a bratty response. Unfortunately: “I wouldn’t know what you’re on about Bobby. Might i suggest -” you were cut off by a hand gripping your throat followed by a surprised gasp from yourself. “Listen here slut, I have just about had it with you running your mouth whenever you get the chance. If you wanna act like a brat you’ll get fuckin’ treated like one. Understood?” he all but growled. This would be your chance to back down, apologise and maybe (just maybe) get off with a slightly lighter punishment than what you were bound to receive. However, there was a common theme with you in situations like this - you never knew when enough was enough.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I think I might need a demonstration.” you jived, sweetly looking up at him, feigning innocence. “Still not backing down hmm? Fine get in the fuckin’ car and you’ll get a demonstration the moment we walk through the door.” you opened your mouth, ready to quip back at him but instead received a harsh slap to the face. “I’d suggest you shut that smart little mouth of yours unless you want more than that.” yet again you went to reply, this time a little warier - “unless it’s a ‘yes lieutenant’ i don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it”, “Yes lieutenant”, “Better. Now Shut it.”

#bob #robert floyd #bob top gun #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #bob floyd smut #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #bob x reader #top gun masterlist #kinktober 22 #kinktober masterlist #top gun maverick #top gun 2 #padfoot #padfoot writes #kinktober day 2 #mean dom!Bob supremacy #honestly love my babygirl ASAKSJKSJK

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lostalioth · 2 years

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𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞

→ premise: steve thinks you have a foul mouth and he believes he knows the right cure for such a filthy mouth

→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader — dads bestfriend!steve

→ warnings: eighteen+, reader is rude, bustier!reader, smut, nicknames [little one, baby], oral [male receiving], small sir kink, face fucking, titty fucking, age gap [steve is in his late 30’s, reader is 23], authority kink?

→ a/n: my steve content varied with how well it did so let’s see how this does. O2 kinktober

“That’s such a stupid fucking idea”

“Why are you so dumb?”

“Cant you just shut the fuck up?”

Ever since Steve became best friends with your father and spent more and more time around you, he noticed you seemed to have quite a filthy mouth. Spouting profanities every other sentence, making crude comments to and about everyone. He slowly got more and more irritated at your coarse demeanor, he was about ready to snap.

“I think it’s time we fix that awful foul mouth of yours little one what do you say” a smirk was beginning to grow on steve's face. “I don't know if you're capable of that old man, think you can do it without blowing your back out?” Even on your knees you were a brat fighting to submit. Steve’s expanding smirk was replaced with a scowl and he grabs you hard by the back of your neck. Leaning down and pulling your face up a bit to his he growls lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and to your core. “You're gonna listen like a good girl baby” his voice was so raspy and commanding it was becoming increasingly harder to fight sinking into that spacey place.

“And you will refer to me as sir got that?” He made a point by tugging your head back with his grip on the back of your neck when he said ‘will’. When you refuse to answer him he lets go of your neck and grabs your cheeks. “I asked, do you got that little one?”

“Yes sir” you whine softly and avert your eyes from steve. Dominance and authority was oozing off him and it was hard to hide your lust filled blown out pupils. “Look at me when you speak to me, and speak up” he commanded and you snap your eyes to his face. Studying all the hard edges but soft look in his eyes even as he was commanding you and manhandling you. “Yes sir” you raised your voice but it still comes out as a whine while looking him in his gorgeous eyes.

“Good, now I know just the thing to fix that mouth of yours”

“And what’s that sir?”

“Fucking that pretty little face of yours, may even just fuck these wonderful tits of yours while im at it to indulge myself” he groaned as he palmed your right tit, his large hand cupping nearly half of it.

It suddenly felt very hot in the room as your entire body felt like it was on fire, it was meant to be a form of punishment for talking back and yet you were excited. “Strip off this flimsy little shirt and lay on your bed” he gave you a shiny but dark smile before letting your face go and pushing it to the side as he waited for you to comply.

You jump up off the floor like it was lava and began peeling off your shirt not wanting to anger him further. “Bra too baby” Steve grunts out an extra command as he is pulling off his jacket and t-shirt. You’re quick to unlatch your lacy bra, freeing your tits. The room that was once on fire is oddly chilly now as a breeze passes your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and your nipples to harden. Before making your way to your bed you steal a glance at Steve as he is unbuckling his belt and taking it off. In the back of your mind secretly hoping he'd use it on you.

You squirm a bit trying to get as comfortable as possible on your back while Steve makes his way over clad in just his excruciatingly tight boxers. His cock throbbing and twitching under the fabric at the sight of you making him need to shake his head quickly to clear it.

By now your eyes were heavy and glazed over ready to do whatever Steve told you to. “Hey little one help me out of these why don't ya’ ” Steve tells you in a slightly softer voice now as he was now sat on the edge of your plush bed. Slowly tugging the waistband of his boxers down, off his thighs and down his legs with the help of the older man his leaking cock is freed. Steve wasted very little time in straddling your body, one leg either side of you and rubbing on your breasts. His own eyes begin to match your glazed over ones. Pinching your hardened nipple between his thumb and pointer he starts rolling the sensitive bud in his fingers.

“God, you have such beautiful tits and such a pretty face baby, too bad it's ruined by this awful mouth” he groans as he pulls your bottom lip down with the thumb of his free hand. You whimper and buck your hips softly as the throbbing in your cunt was becoming persistent and unbearable. He chuckles softly at your quickly growing desperation. He lets your nipple go but not without a swift slap to your tit making you let out a small yelp of pleasure. He smiles wider at this and pushes your breasts together a bit more to make a tighter space for his cock.

Your foot was nearly shaking in anticipation, you needed and wanted this the same if not more than he did.

With a grunt Steve began working his swollen and leaking tip through the space he made with your breasts. Slowly drawing his hips back and slamming them forward he begins to create a steady pace fucking your plump tits. Through a small growl Steve orders “open your mouth for me baby” his eyes never look up at you to see if you comply, he knew you would, they’re simply glued to your chest. You let your jaw drop, leaving your mouth agape with your tongue out as his cock pushes up to the top of your tits and his reddened tip brushes your tongue. “Just like that yeah” he groans as his head leans back and he shuts his eyes.

You lean your head down so you can take his tip in your mouth and suck. Steve’s balls sat heavy and full at the base of your chest. He felt like he was already gonna explode. He didn’t wanna bust quick but your tongue running through this slit and on the underside of his tip was making that feel like mission impossible.

You and your dirty mouth will be death of steve sooner than he expected.

→ this was delayed cause i lost power yesterday and then got busy trying to fix links so my day 1 would show up in tags, anyway you’re getting this on a day i wouldn’t normally post! Day 3 will be coming tomorrow the 4th cause of my posting schedule and the fact i’m doing 18 days not 30. I rushed this ending so i could get this out lol.

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