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Kinktober Day Twenty-Three: Deepthroating - Felix/Jeongin
Tags: virgin!Felix, experienced Jeongin, bjs, hair pulling, come swallowing
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Felix was a virgin. It was a little embarrassing to admit, especially to his boyfriend Jeongin who was a year younger than him and about five times as experienced. Jeongin never judged him for it though and agreed to take things slow to not overwhelm him. He really appreciated the care that the younger one treated him with, but he was also a young man at the prime age of horniness. Sometimes he wished Jeongin would just throw away any idea of taking things slow and would toss him onto bed and put those muscles to good use.
Sadly, it didn’t take him long to realize he would have to take things into his own hands. Jeongin wouldn’t make a move until Felix showed that he wanted him to. He wanted Felix to initiate things.
He decided to take the opportunity as they were making out one day. Felix was in Jeongin’s lap, Jeongin’s hand was on the back of his neck, keeping him close. Felix’s mouth was parted so that Jeongin could slide their tongues together and suck on his bottom lip as he pleased. It was obvious that both of them were getting worked up. Felix’s skin was littered with goosebumps and he could feel Jeongin, semi-hard underneath him. Usually by this point Jeongin would start kissing Felix softer and would begin rubbing his hands down his back to soothe him. They would take care of any problems they had on their own.
But today Felix wasn’t having any of that. Jeongin nipped at his bottom lip and as he did so, Felix gave an experimental roll of his hips. He smirked a little at the soft hitch of Jeongin’s breath and did it again. Jeongin’s grip on Felix’s neck firmed and he pulled back from their kiss, eyes heavy-lidded. “Felix…” he said, and Felix shivered at the way his name sounded like a warning.
“What?” he asked innocently. He grinded down again and Jeongin inhaled sharply.
“Lix…you’re gonna…I’m gonna want to do more if you keep doing that,” he warned, his voice strained. Felix smiled and gave another roll of his hips.
“I know,” he said. Jeongin’s fingers dug into the sides of his neck and he made a little gasp. “I want more. I’m ready to start doing more, Innie.”
“Ah–are you sure, hyung?” Jeongin asked, one hand coming to rest on Felix’s hip.
Felix nodded. “I’m sure. I–I don’t want to go all the way just yet, I want to make that special. But please, something , Iyen-ah, I’ve…” His cheeks began to heat as he spoke and he wet his lips. “I’ve been so horny and your kisses got me all worked up.”
Jeongin took a deep breath and his dick twitched beneath Felix. “O-okay,” he said. “What do you want to do, Lixie?”
“I…” Felix hadn’t thought that far ahead. He just knew he wanted to touch Jeongin and make him feel good and he wanted Jeongin to touch him. “I’m not sure I…” His eyes widened slightly as an idea popped into his mind. Something he had been wanting to try since he first saw Jeongin naked. “Actually I know.”
“What is it?” Jeongin asked. Felix could tell by his tone that he was trying to keep his voice steady. His failure to keep how affected he was out of his voice made him giddy.
“I wanna suck you off. I’ve wanted to for a while,” he admitted, a shy smile forming on his lips. “I think about it when…when I get off.”
“Shit,” Jeongin mumbled, fingers flexing on Felix’s hip. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Felix responded, feeling emboldened by Jeongin’s reactions. “Sometimes I practice. With dildos. Imagine it's you. And you’re pulling my hair and fucking my throat even when I start to cry–”
“Holy shit,” Jeongin breathed. “That’s so hot, hyung. Wow–I thought you were innocent.”
Felix laughed, shaking his head. “I am far from that, Jeongin. That’s only part of what I imagine about you. But I’ll tell you about this afterwards.” He took Jeongin’s hands off him and scooted off his lap so that he could sink to the floor between Jeongin’s legs. He looked up at him with wide eyes, first taking in the prominent bulge in his pants and then he met his gaze. “Can I?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course you can,” Jeongin answered. He spread his thighs and Felix’s mouth started to water in anticipation as he undid his pants. Nerves bubbled up in his stomach when Jeongin lifted his hips to tug his pants and boxers down, revealing his cock. He was really big and that made Felix a little nervous, but he was determined. As far as he knew from his experiments with dildos, he had hardly any gag reflex.
Felix scooted forward and pushed himself up onto his knees so that he could get closer. He leaned forward and gave an experimental lick to the tip. Jeongin hissed above him and he gave another lick, this time lapping over the slit. The precum on his tongue was salty, but the taste wasn’t bad. He could get used to it. He wrapped his lips around the tip next and sucked softly on it. Jeongin moaned and reached out to tangle his fingers in Felix’s hair.
“Fuck, you’re already doing so good, hyung,” Jeongin moaned. The praise spurred Felix on and he flattened his tongue along the underside of Jeongin’s cock. He relaxed his jaw and throat and began to carefully sink down, taking in as much of his cock as he could. Jeongin tightened his grip on Felix’s hair as he sank further down and muffled his noises behind his other hand.
“Fe-Felix, you don’t have to go a-all the way if you ca-can’t,” he stuttered. Felix hummed around his cock, acknowledging that he heard him. He wasn’t planning on giving up like that.
The tip of Jeongin’s cock hit the back of Felix’s throat and tears began to well up in his eyes. He still hadn’t reached the base of Jeongin’s cock yet though, and even if his throat would be raw after this, he wanted to keep going. He wanted to make Jeongin feel good from the beginning.
“Fuck,” Jeongin swore, tugging at Felix’s hair. His thighs shook around Felix from restraint. Felix forced himself down and swallowed around Jeongin’s cock. Jeongin moaned loudly and Felix took a deep breath through his nose until his nose was pressed against his pelvis. His throat contracted a little but he inhaled deep and closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax. “Oh fuck,” Jeongin muttered. “You’re–shit, Felix, are you sure you’ve never done this before.”
Felix looked up at him through his lashes and shook his head slightly before slowly moving his head up. He hollowed his cheeks a little as he went up, fully sucking on Jeongin’s cock until the tip slipped from his lips, a string of saliva hanging between his lips and his cock. “I don’t–” Felix was startled by how rough his voice already sounded so he cleared his throat. ��I don’t really have a gag reflex. And I’ve practiced, remember?” He tilted his head with a smile and almost giggled at the way Jeongin shuttered.
“Wow. I–I’ve never had anyone do that before. You’re unreal, Lix.”
Felix blushed. “Thank you, Innie,” he said with a smile, before going back down. He didn’t bother with teasing and instead took all of Jeongin’s cock down his throat in one go, moaning as his mouth was filled again. His eyes stung with new tears as he began to move his head, the tip of Jeongin’s cock hitting the back of his throat with every bob. Jeongin’s mouth fell open, soft moans and groans spilling from his mouth like music.
Felix was a sight as he practically fucked his own mouth on Jeongin’s cock. Some of the tears in his eyes had spilled down his red cheeks and dripped down his chin, collecting with the saliva coating Jeongin’s dick. His lips had already been swollen from kissing Jeongin for so long, but now they were spit-slicked and red, like a cherry lollipop. And with that, Jeongin’s hand tangled in his blond hair made him look messy, adding to his already debauched look.
His jaw began to ache after a bit of having his mouth wide open around his cock. He continued though, willing himself to relax, relax. Tears were streaming down his face by now, and every couple of moments his throat tightened around Jeongin’s cock, creating little gurgling sounds in his throat. He swallowed around Jeongin, sticking his down out along his shaft. His own cock was embarrassingly hard in his pants and he could feel a wet patch forming against his boxers. He felt like he was made to suck dick–the heaviness in his mouth, the taste, the feeling of it sliding down his throat–all things that made him feel dizzy with arousal.
And Jeongin’s noises, the way his thighs were shaking as Felix took him. It made Felix feel desperate, oh so desperate. He sucked around his shaft again and suddenly Jeongin’s hips jerked up, somehow shoving his cock even deeper down Felix’s throat. Felix gagged a little and his eyes watered as he popped off to take a breath. Jeongin quickly cupped his cheek, wiping the tears off his face. “I’m sorry hyung, are you okay?” he asked quickly, worry etched on his features.
Felix nodded. “‘M good.” His voice was hoarse and his throat ached a little but he wanted more. “Want–want you to fuck my mouth. Please. I liked that,” he admitted.
“Are you sure?” Jeongin asked, petting his hair. He nodded enthusiastically.
“Please.” He wrapped his lips around the tip of he cock again and looked up at him with pleading eyes. Jeongin tangled his hand in his hair again and gave it a firm pull, making Felix whimper around him.
“Alright, tap my leg if you want me to stop.” Jeongin’s gaze darkened and Felix felt a shiver run down his spin. Jeongin pushed his head down and his jaw went slack. Then his brain filled with white noise as Jeongin began to thrust up into the wet heat of his mouth, his cock sliding down his throat like it was just any other hole. Felix’s eyes rolled back and his body went slack as he let Jeongin use him for his own pleasure. He did his best to suck and move his tongue but he could barely focus on that with how roughly Jeongin was fucking his throat.
His muffled moans vibrated around Jeongin’s cock and mixed with Jeongin’s own groans. The living room was filled with a dirty mix of sounds, their pleasured noises and Felix’s gags whenever Jeongin thrusted particularly hard. Felix’s cock was aching, practically pulsing with need. He felt used in the best way.
The tugs on his scalp set him on fire, the pain melting into pleasure like liquid gold. Pleasure pulsed through his stomach and little shivers went up his spine as Jeongin used the grip he had on his hair to push him down. He felt like he could come just from this, and being the inexperienced virgin he was, he probably would. Especially when he heard Jeongin grit, “I’m close, fuck ,” above him. All he could do was moan pathetically around his cock.
After a moment, Jeongin began to pull Felix off his cock but he whined in protest. “Nooo,” he whimpered, eyes filling with tears again but this time out of neediness.
“I’m gonna come though, you were already taking so much. I didn’t know if you’d want to swallow cum your first time,” Jeongin said. Once again, Felix greatly appreciated Jeongin’s care for him but what he wanted was for Jeongin to ruin him. He didn’t want to be the same after this. He probably wouldn’t be. Having a real cock in his mouth for the first time already made him insatiable.
“I want to, please. I want to do good,” Felix said, licking his lips.
Jeongin’s breath hitched and he groaned. “F-fuck you can’t just say stuff like that, hyung.” He swallowed thickly. “Okay, I’m gonna come in your mouth then.”
Felix wiggled eagerly and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. Jeongin bit his lip as he looked down at him and directed his cock into his mouth. Felix went back to bobbing his head and suckling on the tip whenever he came back up. Jeongin’s sounds made his skin buzz, and it wasn’t long before he felt Jeongin’s muscles tensed under him. He moaned a quick warning and then his cum filled Felix’s mouth. He cringed a bit when it first hit his tongue but then he swallowed with no trouble. He pushed his cock back into his throat as he came so the cum could spill right down his throat. He didn’t pull off until Jeongin had nothing left, and when he sat back, he opened his mouth to show it was empty. “Thank you,” he said with a pleased grin.
Jeongin tongued his cheek and then reached down, grabbing Felix by the shirt to pull him up. Felix gasped as he was tugged against Jeongin and his lips smashed into his. He kissed him like his life depended on his and Felix was breathless by the time he was done, dazed and dizzy. “Wow, you really like that huh, Iyen-ah?” Felix asked with a giggle.
“Of course I did. Holy fuck. I still can’t believe you did that. I almost don’t believe you’re a virgin,” Jeongin said in awe. Felix laughed.
“Well I’m not anymore,” he said proudly. Jeongin shook his head and leaned in to press his lips to his ear.
“I still haven’t fucked you yet.”
Felix shuddered and gulped. “W-well you will soon…but first, can you please touch me? I’m so hard, Innie.” Felix loved the way Jeongin’s heart raced against him.
“Yeah, I can do that. C’mere.”
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Kinktober Day 23 - Deepthroating
Ghost x Soap ft. Price- 1.1k
summary: Simon has Johnny deepthroat him as a punishment, then lets Price have a turn. (Ghost POV)
cw: dom!ghost, dom!price, sub!soap, voyeurism, putting a cigar out on someone's tongue, light degradation, referenced somnophilia (one line)
Ghost cups the side of Johnny’s face in his hand, strokes his thumb over his temple and applies just a bit of pressure against the shaved sides with his fingertips. Johnny’s eyes flicker open at the pressure, glancing up to Ghost before sliding shut again.
He smiles at the sight of his boy so blissed out, gone stupid on his cock.
This is just what Johnny had needed. Worked up after a mission gone wrong, he’d been twitchy and snappish for days. He was a bit better with Ghost in the privacy of their quarters, but had been a demon to deal with anywhere else on base. The recruits hadn't stopped whining since he'd gotten back, and Soap wasn't showing any signs of calming down as the days passed.
Ghost's breaking point had come when Johnny started his snipping and bitching at Ghost and Price - and in front of other soldiers. He'd been so worked up, tension riding every bone of his body while he was hissing and spitting about some asinine complaint. He'd gotten himself so riled up that Ghost ended up having to drag him off to their room to put him back in his place privately, and he hadn't had any compunctions about waving at Price to follow him.
Now Johnny sinks an inch further onto Ghost’s cock, the entirety of his thick shaft resting inside his mouth. Ghost knows he must be fighting every instinct to keep from gagging, feels his warm throat spasm occasionally, but he stays good and still like he was trained.
“There ya go,” Ghost soothes, pushing his head just a hint more to keep Soap’s nose pressed to his stomach. “Just what you needed, huh? Need to be shown what you should be usin’ your mouth for. Meant to be suckin’ men off, Johnny, not talkin’ back to your superiors.”
Price hums in agreement at that, his own legs spread wide in the armchair next to where Ghost sits. He takes a long puff of his cigar, exhales the smoke straight up towards the ceiling.
“I still think you should be giving him a whipping,” Price grumbles, shifting to run a hand over his hard cock where it rests against his thigh. “Hard-headed thing like him won’t learn shit from this.”
Ghost only smirks beneath the mask. “He’ll get his real punishment later, he knows that. But I don’t share his pain.” He sends a sharp look to his C.O. - even though he’d allow Price to see Johnny like this now, anything more belonged to Simon and Simon alone. Price gives him a nod, a little twitch to his lips telegraphing his amusement at the possessiveness. It doesn't bother Ghost - he's made sure it's no secret who Johnny belongs to.
He shifts his hand to give a light tug to Johnny’s hair. “Alright. You’re gonna go ahead and get me off, then go apologize to the Captain properly, yeah?”
Johnny doesn’t respond, just blinks slowly and sucks a little at the tip of Simon’s cock. He laughs a little at the sight, guides Johnny’s head in long and slow strokes up and down his dick. “Don’t know why I bother askin’, you’re too dumb to answer right now. Just suck a little bit, baby, then we’ll give Price a turn with your mouth.”
The blowjob is slower than most Johnny gives, mostly because Simon controls the pace and Johnny himself is too far gone to want anything faster. He runs his tongue along Ghost’s cock just the way he likes, though, and hollows his cheeks to give Simon a nice tight hole.
He buries himself deep in Johnny’s throat when he comes, making sure that every drop goes right to his stomach - this is still a punishment after all, he doesn't deserve to taste Simon's cum, just to swallow it. He leaves Johnny there for a few moments, letting his cock soften in the wet warmth and making sure not a drop is wasted. Johnny would rest on his cock for hours with the headspace he’s in, so Ghost is the one that slowly pulls him away.
Johnny makes a low noise in his throat once his mouth is empty, leans his head on Ghost’s thigh and stares up at him with half-lidded eyes. His jaw stays open, little panting breaths passing swollen lips.
“Good boy, Johnny,” Ghost praises. “Gonna be good for Price too? Take his cock and keep it nice and warm in your mouth?”
Another whine from Soap, and a snort from Price.
“Doesn’t look like he’s aware enough to make it any good.”
“Oh, he is. Even fucked out and stupid, he knows how to properly suck a cock. The slut’s been doing it for years, can even give a decent blowjob when he’s asleep.”
“And you’ve seen that?”
Ghost smirks. “What better way to wake up than the taste of cum in your mouth? It's a slut’s favorite breakfast.”
That gets a full laugh from Price, his cock bouncing where his stomach heaves. He sits a little straighter in his seat, pats his thigh a few times. “Alright, let's get this done then. C’mere, Johnny.”
It takes Soap a bit to move over to Price, his limbs heavy and movements sluggish. His eyes never quite open the whole way, but his mouth opens wide as soon as he gets himself between his Captain’s knees.
“Tongue out for me, Sergeant.”
Johnny’s pink tongue unfurls immediately, rests on his lip and leaves his chin a little wet. Price grabs him by the jaw with his free hand, holds his lit cigar above the muscle and looks to Ghost for permission, gets a nod and puts his cigar out on Johnny’s tongue
The smaller man whines at that, the noise loud and unblocked with his mouth held open, a pure sound of pain and a bit of confusion - Johnny’s drifted too far to know what is and isn’t a punishment, probably sees any pain that doesn’t get him off as bad at that moment. Ghost sees a few tears slip down his cheeks, feels his cock twitch at Johnny’s furrowed brows and wet eyes.
“Hush, boy,” Price grumbles, running a thumb over the ashy spot on Johnny’s tongue and ignoring the ensuing whimpers. He clears the spot off, then guides his head to his ruddy cock. Johnny whines a little more, but sinks down on the shaft in one long, smooth movement. “You’re fine. Get me off and then your man’ll give you some nice cuddles before your whipping.”
Ghost settles back with a smirk, stroking his cock slowly to the show his boy gives. Price isn't wrong - Soap's in for a rough punishment, but he already knows he'll spend a few long hours with the smaller man curled around him tonight.
He's not sure he could ask for a better evening.
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Kinktober Day 23: Body Mods(Ain't This The Life)
warnings/kinks: body mods, kissing, mentions of marriage, mentions of tattooing and piercing, vaginal fingering
pairings: Hidan x Fem!Reader
word count: 0.9k
tag list: @beneathstarryskies, @ricflairdrip20, @witchofcustom, @loki-love, @xailem, @the-eternal-sunflower
You had always wanted to get piercings and tattoos, but you never even considered it a form of officiating your marriage to anyone. You’re sitting on this comfortable leather sofa in the corner of the room as Hidan sits on the massage table. The man tattooing him is doing a meticulous job, and he was so soothing to you. But you couldn’t help but be nervous. You weren’t even getting anything big, it was more the piercings that Hidan had asked you to get.
And with your devotion and love for him just never ending, how could you even say no?
It takes several hours for everything to be finished. In the mirror, you found yourself marveling at what you look like now. It was almost like you were a completely different person. You could see the changes for yourself within your own soul. Hidan had saved you from your terrible fate in your village, and with that he made you his wife as well.
Hidan walks over to you, wraps an arm around you and presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, “now, that’s what I like to see. Such a pretty girl, such a pretty bride.”
And though you did consummate the marriage that night, it still took a little while for your body modifications to heal completely. These days, you can’t even keep your husband off of you. With those perky nipples of yours pierced and poking through the thin shirt and kimonos he gets you to wear, it’s easy to see why Hidan chose such a modification for you. He loves to pull on them slightly, only eliciting the slightest whine from you. He could easily smell the arousal coming off of you.
Hidan can’t keep his hands off of you, and equally so, you can’t keep yours off of him. You only ever saw a savior within him, because this was the man who took you away from everything that was bad about your life. And now, you made sure to take care of him and worship his every action. Hidan was your sun and your stars. He was the ebb and flow of the ocean, something that could bring you so much comfort but was so dangerous at the same time.
Tonight, he is more than just excited. It’s been a few weeks since he’s seen you, and he wants to be balls deep inside of your little cunt. He’s been thinking about that all day on his walk home from his mission. And he knows he’s going to have you as soon as he walks in that door.
He finds you at the counter, making some hot cocoa for yourself. You almost drop your mug when you see him, and he opens his arms wide. Hidan wants you to be as submissive as possible right now, just letting yourself take anything he wants from you.
“There’s my beautiful wife,” he says happily. You quickly make your way to him.
With you only wearing a big t-shirt and some panties, it makes it easier for Hidan to appreciate all those beautiful tattoos and piercings. The black rose, the symbol for Jashin, Hidan’s name in kanji. Those were all his favorite ones you had on you. And then it was that cute clit piercing and the matching ones on your nipples that really got him going. His long fingers brush against your clit, quickly making it swell with blood as your excitement grows.
“Have you been touching yourself?” Hidan asks, noticing how quickly you’re getting aroused.
You whine softly, “N-no. I waited for you.”
This makes him very happy. His cock throbs at the thought of you not pleasuring yourself for the entirety of him being gone. It’s incredibly arousing to know that you truly are that devoted to him. Hidan is sure to please you well for your reward.
He presses you up against the wall, kissing you so heatedly that your head whirls. Your little heart pounds in your chest, making him even more excited. One of his hands takes the time to caress you all over. He plays with the cute silver jewelry you have in your nipples. They glimmer in the light, catching his eyes.
“Oh, I am so glad you’ve been so pliable for me. You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?”
You nod eagerly, “Anything, my love.”
This makes Hidan chuckle. You’re almost too perfect. His lips press against your neck, and it doesn’t take long for him to begin sucking and nipping at the tender flesh there. He can really inhale your scent from here. It’s so strong and so sweet, it makes his body tingle. Hidan thinks he could get high off of just you. You’re his poison and he’ll never want to give up anything this delicious.
Once he’s satisfied that you are full of his marks, he whisks you off into the bedroom. On the bed, Hidan positions you on your hands and knees. He spanks your plump ass, making you whine softly. There on the meat of your ass, it’s his name once more. He likes for everyone to know you belong to him. But it most certainly makes him so thrilled to see his name on your ass whenever he pounds you from behind.
Two of his fingers slip inside of you, pumping in and out for a few moments before he pulls them out. He smears your juices on your clit, relishing in the sensation of your cold little piercing. The silver material matching the ones in your nipples, and boy does it ever make you so much more sensitive.
“Now then,” Hidan says as he continues rubbing your clit. “What else should adorn your perfect body?”
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Mustache Monster - Kinktober 23
Summary: You just hate him.
Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader
Kink: Gunplay
Warnings: language, tension, stupid pet names, love-hate relationship, Lloyd being himself, gun play, manhandling, I’ll label this one dub-con (just in case), dirty talk, hand on your neck, implied smut
A/N: Be aware that I’m not writing canon for Lloyd. Be aware of the warnings.
Kinktober 2022
This is the prequel to In your dreams, f*cker
Lloyd Hansen. Cocky opponent. Mustache-wearing bastard. The man you hate the most. Your partner on your latest mission.
“I bet you are honored to be my partner on this mission,” Lloyd grins at you. Your new partner watches you like a hawk as you type away on your laptop.
You harrumph and focus on doing your job. Sadly, doing your job doesn’t include killing Lloyd Hansen. Even though, the thought is nice.
“Aw, are you shy, cupcake?” He plays, once again, with his knife. I can understand a man like me can be intimidating. I promised not to be too rough on you.”
“You should get your ego checked once in a while, Hansen,” you don’t lift your eyes from the monitor. “I’m only here to do my job, not to listen to your trash talk.”
“Sunshine, relax a little bit while we wait for the big bad guy to walk right into our trap.”
“Muffin, you know that you love it.”
“Can you shut up for a moment? I’m trying to focus on work,” you lift your gaze to angrily glare at Hansen. “And stop with the pet names.”
“You love the pet names.”
“In your dreams.”
You huff as he gets up from his chair to stand behind you. Lloyd grips the back of your chair to look over your shoulder. “I bet you dream of me a lot, sunshine.”
“Can you just not.”
“I know you are the kind of girl denying yourself some fun with the big bad wolf,” he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “Believe me, you won’t regret letting me have my way with you.”
“Why would I want to fuck,” you growl. “I don’t care that Carmichael kisses your ass all the time. You are nothing but a misguided egocentric sociopath.”
“Egocentric. Yes. Sociopath. Yes. Misguided,” he chuckles. “No, babycakes. I’m not misguided.”
“Whatever,” you quip.
“What do you think my job is?” Lloyd starts to pace the room. “I’m a freelancer, but for a reason. Carmichael, Fitzgerald, you-” he points at you, sneering.
“All of you follow rules and the law like lemmings,” Lloyd proudly puffs his chest. “I can do whatever I want to save the day.”
“For fuck’s sake. There are rules for a reason,” you jump off the chair to jab your finger into his chest. “No mustache-wearing psychopath should be allowed to do the things you do.”
“Sociopath cupcake. I thought we already clarified that I’m a sociopath,” you hate that stupid man. He grins down at you, blue eyes looking you up and down. “Damn, I bet that pretty mouth can do magic.”
“Sexual harassment, really?” you cock your head. “Do you honestly believe I would ever consider going down on you?”
“Yes, I do,” he purrs.
“Sorry, but I don’t do mustache. And I’m not into men wearing awful mustard yellow polo shirts.”
“It’s finest polyester, sunshine.”
He runs one hand over his firm chest, still that stupid smirk on his lips.
“Rather made of junk.”
Lloyd chuckles. He likes the fight in you and the anger in your eyes. He rarely finds a good challenge in the women he fucks.
“Your clothes are made of gold then?” Lloyd challenges. He dips his head to look you up and down again. “How about we take our clothes off to check the labels?”
“You’re delusional, Hansen. Get back to work. We have a whole month filled with observations and background checks. I really don’t have the energy to argue with you all the time.”
Five days in and you are ready to kill Hansen with bare hands.
He waltzes inside the room you are sleeping at, slamming the door shut. Lloyd sways his hips as if he wants to show off his cocky ass, or sell it to the highest bidder.
You ignore him and focus on your phone, scrolling through your latest messages.
“Did you get the information or not, Hansen?” oh, he hates to admit he failed to get information out of the guy he captured.
“He just wasn’t in the mood to talk about his crimes. What did you find out?” Lloyd plays it cool. “I bet you didn’t get one step closer to the goal.”
“I know where the target is headed to.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Yes, I do.”
You get up from your bed. “I don’t believe you, sunshine.
“I don’t give a fuck if you believe me or not, Hansen. Call Carmichael to confirm the information if you need your snuggle buddy to help you do your job.”
“You fucking bitch.”
You slap his face, growling profanities at the infuriating man. “Never call me like that again.” Lloyd smirks when you push against his chest and shoulders and try to kick his balls.
“Cupcake, I must ask you to stop,” his eyelashes flutter as he drops his eyes to your lips.
For a split-second, you would call him handsome as he reaches out for you to cup the back of your neck. But then, he presses his lips to yours.
It’s all teeth and tongue. Dominance, written with his lips. “Let go of me.”
“I don’t think so,” he walks you toward the door. Lloyd smirks as you struggle to break out of his iron grip. He’s just too strong and so much bigger than you. “You need a lesson in respect.”
Lloyd drags you toward his bedroom, his hand still wrapped tightly around the back of your neck.
He laughs and chuckles as you try to fend him off. You land a few punches and even kick his shin. Problem is, you are a trained agent but Hansen fights dirty.
He roughly pushes you against the door, making you wince in pain. “I think you want me to break you.” Hansen gets his gun out to press it to your neck. “I’d love to shed your blood, cupcake. But I prefer fucking obedience into your cunt.”
“You sick fuck,” you try to knee him in the groin. “Take your hands off me. I’ll report you. Carmichael can’t protect your sorry ass this time.”
“I bet he’d like to join the party,” he presses his lips to your temple. “What do you say? Do we want to make things a little more interesting? We play a game. I win, you get my dick. You win, I promise to behave.”
“A game,” you breathlessly say as Lloyd slides the muzzle of the gun along your neck, over your chest, and down to your stomach.
He smirks as you try not to move too much.
Lloyd Hansen is a sociopath, and crazy. You never know if he wants to fuck with your or kill you. “A game, sunshine.”
He moves the gun toward your crotch, pressing it into your flesh. “What kind of game?” you whimper when he shoves your nightshirt up to your waistline to reveal your panties to him. “Hansen?”
“Well,” you drop your eyes to the gun in his hands as he moves it between your legs, “if you don’t cum, I leave you alone. If you cum, you are mine tonight.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m not the one soaking my gun,” you feel the cool metal of the gun press against your clit. “Yeah, you are going to cum all over my gun, won’t you, slut?”
“No.”
Lloyd places his free hand against the door behind you. His eyes are glued to your face, he presses the barrel of the gun harder against your clit. “Yes, cupcake.”
Fear and confusion mixed with arousal stop you from fighting him. All you do is look him in the eyes as he toys with you.
He starts moving the gun back and forth, back, and forth. Your slick smears across the gun, soaks the metal and his hand. “Little miss sunshine soaks my hand and gun like the whore she is.”
“I don’t…no…you can’t,” your toes begin to curl and you’re breathing harder. Lloyd watches you fight your approaching high with amusement. “Please…no…not for him.”
“Cum,” he moves the gun faster, and faster until you grip his biceps and curse his name. “That’s good, baby cakes. Cum all over my gun. Soak it for me, my little slut.”
“I-I hate you.”
It’s too late. All damns break. You clench tightly around nothing and soak your panties and his gun even more.
“I know you do,” Lloyd drops the gun to roughly cup your face and crushes his lips to yours. Again, he dominates the kiss, but this time, you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. “But I’m going to conquer this cunt tonight.”
“You won the bet,” you smirk. “I always pay my dues, though…”
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#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x y/n#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen x you#the gray man fanfiction#kinktober 2022#Mustache Monster#Kinktober day 23#gunplay
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providing it hasn’t been assigned a character yet, how about pregnancy sex for julie ranmore & fem!reader ;)
Hello anon. Here it is!
KINKTOBER day 23 | pregnancy sex, Julie Ranmore
Full
warnings: pregnancy sex, soft smut, sub!julie, dom!reader, no finger condoms, etc.
“Y/n?” Julie cuddled you and you looked at her. First at her round belly and then into her face.
“Yes baby?” You asked her softly putting your phone away. When she looked up at you with a soft smile, you smiled at her too. “What is it?”
She didn’t answer you. She only crawled up so she was straddling your hips and and you took her by her hips. Oh she was beautiful sitting on you only in her underwear.
“Oh?”
“I need you to fuck me,” Julie whispered and your eyes wide opened.
“Are you sure it won’t hurt her?” You asked and looked down at her belly.
“The doctor said it won’t,” Julie answered you immediately and you smiled at her. Brushing her hips with your fingers, you leant in and gave her a soft peck onto her lips.
“I need you to sit here for a second. I’m gonna get your favorite strap,” you whispered into her ear and Julie moaned softly already. She crawled down and sat onto the bed, getting to the headboard.
You quickly made your way to the wardrobe and looked into the drawers. You didn’t want to hurt Julie or your baby which was on the way, so you choose a less drastic length. Smiling, you put it on since you were only in your underwear and then you turned to face Julie, who was already waiting for you.
“Are you really sure baby?” You asked softly and when Julie smiled and nodded her head, you knelt onto the bed in front of her. “Then lay back for me.”
Julie said as she was told. She laid back and her head was resting on the pillow. You crawled closer to her and looked down at your pregnant girlfriend.
Putting your hands at the both sides of her head, you kissed her onto lips finally. Julie softly moaned into your mouth and wrapped her hands around your neck. You smiled softly into the kiss and you felt bad when you realized that you had to pull away.
“Y/n,” Julie just breathed out as you skipped her neck. Giving more attention to her full breasts, you started kissing her on them, making the woman under you moan.
“Mhm?”
“Please don’t tease me. I can’t take it now,” Julie panted, clearly more excited than before. You kissed her onto her both nipples again and then you looked down onto her round belly.
“I’m gonna be gentle my little bean. Don’t worry, mama won’t hurt you,” you whispered and then you kissed Julie’s pretty round and full stomach. Julie moaned at that and then you decided to crawl lower on the bed.
You smiled as you saw her light purple cunt. Knowing that it was all because of pregnancy, the euphoria of that she was carrying your child was getting to your bones. You looked up at Julie and when she nodded her head, you brought your hand to her cunt.
“I’m going to use only fingers now baby, okay?”
“Mhm-“ Julie already moaned as she realized that you brought your fingers to her cunt. Finding her clit immediately, you felt how swollen it was, all because of the blood that had travelled there. “Uh-“ Julie moaned softly.
“If it will be too much love, or something my girls won’t like, you’ll tell me to stop, right?”
“Yes,” Julie nodded her head together with her answer and you prepared one finger. Softly pushing it in, you realized how drenched she was. You looked up into her face, searching for any signs of that she didn’t like it, but when you saw quite the opposite, smile widened over your lips. “Oh Y/n-“
“Can I use another one?”
“Yes please- please-“ Julie begged you desperately. What else could you do than fulfill her wishes? You prepared a second finger and looked up into her face, making sure you won’t make her regret her decision. When you settled the other finger to her cunt, Julie was that sensitive she gasped already.
“I’m going in,” you said only and slowly slid your finger inside of her, next to that one which was already resting inside.
“My god Y/n-“ Julie was so tight, she moaned at the feeling. Well, it was true you two didn’t have sex for few months, but since now the need came in, you didn’t resist her.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes- yes please go on,” Julie begged you, her voice more and more desperate than before she got what she had wanted.
You started slowly pumping your fingers in and out of the woman. Julie was so sensitive, even more than before pregnancy, because she had never used to gasp at the feeling of your fingers. But now she did gasp. Few times.
“It feels so nice,” she whined out and you leant in to kiss her.
“I am really glad to hear that love,” you whispered and kissed her onto her nose. She had her eyes closed. “You can cum anytime you need and wish. Okay?”
“Y-yes-“ she somehow managed to let out and you smiled.
While you were fingering her, you looked down at her full stomach. Smiling, you didn’t stop your fingers and you leant down to kiss her onto her belly where she was carrying your daughter.
“It’s okay baby. Your mommy was just a little needy,” you whispered and when you kissed Julie onto her stomach, she moaned even louder.
“D-do that a-again-“
“What? Kiss you onto your belly?” You asked back, speeding up with your fingers a little.
“Yes please-“ Julie nodded her head along with her answer and you leant down again, kissing her belly once more. She moaned softly and arched in her back, giving you a really nice view of her pregnant belly.
When you pulled back softly, you placed the plastic cock to her entrance. Sliding in with it while you were taking your fingers out, you brushed Julie’s thighs.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes- just fuck me-“ Julie whined out and when you filled her up, she moaned louder.
“So full and round for me,” you almost moaned at the sight of the plastic cock fucking your pregnant girlfriend and Julie moaned out too. You started softly moving your hips backwards and forwards, earning soft, but also loud moans from your other half.
“Yeah-“ Julie breathed out and she opened her eyes, looking at you. You lowered your body so you were close to her face and when Julie pushed her chin up, while being fucked by you, you knew what she wanted.
You were the one who connected your lips in a soft kiss, while you were softly pounding into her. The delicate moans which were filling the room a second after were landing in your mouth and you were swallowing them.
The fact Julie’s belly was already that big it was brushing yours, made your clit twitch. You didn’t stop, just continued in soft fucking and when you pulled away from Julie, she wrapped her hands around you, keeping you close to herself as if she was scared you would leave her.
Julie’s moans were getting higher decibels. Hearing that she wasn’t in pain made your stomach shake and when Julie released your neck and took her pretty pregnant belly, you got a little scared.
“Are you in pain?” You asked as you saw her furrow her eyebrows.
“God no- just- feels so- nice-“ Julie was moaning and you smiled down at her. “Y/n-“
“Yes baby?”
“I- I am close-“ Julie admitted and you smiled down at her.
“Cum for me baby. Whenever you feel like it okay?” You softly brushed her cheek with your hand and then you let it slide down to her clit. You drew few circles, stimulating the woman and when she arched in her back, you knew just how much she was clenching around you.
“Y/n-“ Julie moaned, her lips started parted. You added a little more pressure to her clit and at that action of yours, she lifted her upper body, just how much her the belly allowed. Julie came undone with a lovely whine and after that she arched in her back, having no control of her body at all.
“Shhh baby, it’s okay. You did so well for me my love. Aren’t you in pain?” You asked her softly and when she shook her head no, you looked down. “Can I pull out?”
“Mhm-“
You really slowly pulled out the toy. It was all covered in Julie’s cum and you moaned at the sight. When you were all out, she even pushed some cum out and you had a need to eat her out there and then. But you held back.
“You did amazing for me baby. How are you feeling?” You asked her while laying down next to her.
“Full,” she said only and you both chuckled at her answer. You softly brought your arms around her and hugged her, gifting her with kisses into hair she liked that much.
“I love you both.” You breathed out only, realizing that Julie’s eyes were already closed as she was laying. Smiling only, you adjusted her hair and let her sleep. She was carrying your baby after all.
#writers on tumblr#fluff#smut#gxg#julieranmore#fem!reader#KINKTOBER day 23#KINKTOBER#prettygreenpills#pretty green pills writes#prettygreenpillsporn#gxgsmut#strap#soft smut#requests
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Kinktober Day 23: Hair Pulling feat. Mammon
Masochist Mammon agenda is back! Bitches get hyped!
Side note: still very sick, so this might turn out weird
Content includes: masochism, hair pulling, dom reader/sub Mammon (both are switches), gender neutral reader (no body mentioned)
Not that it needs to be said, but Mammon is a total masochist
He makes it plenty obvious, even if he’ll never outright say it directly
Mammon is, of course, a tsundere, and he never expresses his wants out loud to you without making it a huge deal first
Still, he tries his best to tell you what he wants in other, not very subtle ways
His biggest sign is, whenever he goes down on you, Mammon will grab your hand and place it on his head, urging you to tug on his hair
The little moans and whines he makes whenever you pull on his hair are the cutest sounds, plus they add an extra layer of pleasure for you
Another thing he does is to try and gesture for you to grab his hair
He mostly does this when y’all fucking doggy style
Whether you have an actual cock or a strap, chances are high that you’re the one fucking him in this situation
Mammon will tilt his head back towards you, straining his neck and arching his back
It’s his way of telling you that he wants you to pull his hair without actually saying it
Again, when you do pull at his hair, Mammon gets infinitely louder, and it really is adorable
Or, if you’re riding him, he likes when you use his hair (or horns) as a way to steady yourself
Please, just tug on his hair, even if you aren’t really a sadist; I promise you it’s completely worth it to see the way he falls apart
#obey me mammon#shall we date obey me#obey me nsft#nsft#kinktober 2022#kinktober#kinktober day 23#hair pulling#masochism
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KINKTOBER DAY 23
kink of the day: Hate sex
additional kinks/warnings: rough sex, humiliation, tentacles (briefly mentioned, blink and you miss it)
characters: Khenta and Ziig @starrealis
A/N: Khenta is the ghost of an ancient pureblood Sith. He escaped his tomb on Yavin by inhabiting the body of a young graverobber. Ziig is an old rival of his, who is still alive through Sith sorcery. I imagine their relationship has always been like this. XD
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“My Lord.” Khenta spit out the words, but he bowed low and waited for the guards to leave until he lifted his gaze from the broken and decrepit tiles of the temple floor to stare defiantly at the Sith towering over him. His hands were balled into fists, his shoulders shaking from the anger that was rising in his throat like bile, threatening to consume him.
The abomination that was Ziig smirked, obviously delighted by finally having his old rival at his mercy. “No need to be so formal,” he chuckled, dark robes swirling around him as he paced around Khenta in a circle, clawed fingertips clicking in the silence of the ruins. Like a bird of prey circling over a dying animal.
Khenta held his breath. He wasn't going to give Ziig the satisfaction of losing his temper. As much as he wanted to insult him, Khenta knew it would feel like a defeat. And it wasn't going to accomplish anything. It would just be an admission of how much their current situation affected him.
The hairs at the back of his neck stood on end as the voice of his old rival suddenly came from behind. “There's no need to pretend with me. We are all alone here.” That sounded like a threat coming from Ziig's lips, but well, most things did.
Unfortunately Ziig was right. The tomb was empty, except for the troops guarding the entrance. None of them would dare and disturb a Lord of Sith, no matter how loud the screams that came from behind closed doors.
“I don't know what you're talking about,” Khenta hissed, pulling himself up to his full height, turning around to face the ancient horror that was Ziig. Unfortunately his full height wasn't very impressive right now. His feeble new body only reached up to Ziig's chin, a fact that made Khenta's cheeks flush in an even darker shade.
“How could you have forgotten,” Ziig mocked, his hands suddenly on Khenta's forehead, cutting into his skin with his sharp nails, mumbling an incantation in the old and forgotten language of the void. The room around them started to spin, darkness filled his lungs, but he couldn't move, couldn't do anything.
“Let me remind you,” Ziig's disembodied voice resonated in his head, and suddenly the temple around them changed, the ancient writings transformed, until they looked brand new, as if they were carved just yesterday. The dust and debris disappeared, and so did the equipment of the reclamation service that was strewn everywhere around the room.
Khenta looked down on himself and was shocked to see ornate robes, a broad chest. He raised his hands and inspected them. His own hands. Strong hands, bejeweled. Red skin. “What did you do?” That was his own voice too. Just as he remembered it. But how was that possible? His body was rotting in a grave on Yavin IV. It had probably long since turned to dust.
“Just an echo of the past,” Ziig's voice came from right behind him again.
Khenta drew a sharp breath and jerked around. His hated rival was so close he could feel his breath on his skin. His real, red skin. Ziig looked the same as he always had, dusky pink skin and glowing red eyes, captivating the hearts of all living beings with his ageless beauty. Terrifying them with the horrors they could glimpse in his eyes.
Before he could as much as blink, Khenta was pushed back against the stone wall by unnatural strength, his old body just as useless as his new one against Ziig's powers. Even if they were of a similar height now, the only advantage that gave him was that he didn't have to twist his neck at an awkward angle as his lips were captured, bitten until they parted and his mouth was plundered like the graves on Yavin.
Khenta groaned into the kiss, if it deserved to be called that at all. It was as if his body still remembered how much he had always hated Ziig with every fiber of his being. Oh, Khenta hated most of the pretenders who called themselves Sith nowadays, but his hatred for Ziig was special, personal, even if he was one of the few who could rightfully claim that title.
He hated Ziig's unnatural strength and he hated his chilling laughter that made his stomach drop and set his nerves on fire. And most of all he hated himself and the way he felt when deceptively slender arms lifted him off the ground and pinned him against the wall. His cock was hard as soon as the robed figure pressed flush against him, and he couldn't even find it in himself to be glad about the familiarity of the sensation. He felt ashamed to realize that he was lusting for Ziig's dark power just as much as he had back then, no matter how many centuries had passed.
But... if this was just a memory, there was no reason to hold back now, was there? Khenta bit the tongue in his mouth, hard, but all that accomplished was to spur Ziig on, make him increase his efforts. Something slippery and wet wrapped around Khenta's legs and he moaned, hating himself for how easily he was seduced, hating Ziig for how easily he made him unravel.
He had no idea how long this... illusion would last, but he wasn't going to bend over for his old rival. He was going to make the best out of this, he swore to himself, he wouldn't admit how wonderful it felt to be back in his old body, to feel the pressure and warmth rubbing against his groin, and then there was a long-fingered hand inside of his robes, sharp nails dragging over his balls... oh, how he had missed this.
He realized the pathetic moan had come from his own mouth, his own voice unfamiliar after so many centuries. “I remember now,” he ground out, gasping as pain and pleasure flooded his senses.
“I remember how much I hate you.” There was another low chuckle, and then the slippery appendage wrapped around his ankle moved higher and slid into his pants and Khenta forgot how to talk for a while.
#kinktober 22#kinktober day 23#starrealis#sith pureblood#swtor ocs#khenta akar#ziig#oh I had so many candidates for today#love me some good hate sex#glad I picked these two#because nobody has as much hatred as an old sith ghost#sith ocs
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Kinktober Day 23- Hair Pulling
Yeah, I had to go all the way back to my very first orc x human pairing reader insert story, the one that's been on hiatus for...way too long. To get these two. But TOTALLY WORTH IT.
Meet Bronson- who goes by Bro and Darcy. And yeah, I know it's Kinktober and this is pure fluff with very little kink but there's plenty of literal hair pulling. So it counts. Right? And it's that - been friends since elementary school- trope. But they're *" technically"* cousins, only because Bronson's mother's brother is Darcy's step dad. But not related by blood, just circumstances. Which is both a blessing and a curse. But back to the trope- so because of this- you secretly pine for each other and love each other but don't want to fuck it up by admitting you have feelings so you try to act normal and you fail because your actions still prove how you feel' trope/cliche that you shall pull from my cold dead hands.
A millenia's worth of thanks to @starsandskies for providing these kinktober prompts. Yes I know it's November. I got behind. But I only have a handful left to do and I wanted to make sure I got to do all of them even though my personal life has been a dumpsterfire.
But this was just so fun. I couldn't resist.
Kinktober Day 23- Hair Pulling
Bro sat in geometry class and was feeling particularly possessive and angry as the class clown- Daren this time- yanked on Darcy’s braid for the second time in a row as he had noticed Daren’s antics and was recording it. It didn’t matter how Darcy wore her hair, but especially when she wore it in the more “traditional” orc styles that she had worn to school that day and any other day that this tended to happen to her. And while Darcy had some of the most beautiful hair. Bro was getting sick and tired of others touching it without Darcy’s permission.
Bro and Darcy had been friends since elementary school. And Darcy was human, who had a human mother Richelle, but had remarried Bro’s uncle Pierce about 9 years prior. Darcy still wore the necklace he first got her, still wore his first bead he had commissioned for her on it, along with all the others he had ever given her ever since and the necklace, had to be on a very robust gold chain now. But still sat very prettily around her neck as she still used that first bead he commissioned for her as her personal worry stone to touch during class and coursework or especially during tests.
Darcy- even nine years later- was still the prettiest girl in class. She was still the most eligible bachelorette. Mostly because her mother forbade her from dating while in school, because Richelle wanted Darcy to focus on school while in school and for the most part, Darcy was happy to use it as an excuse to thwart the hordes of interested parties.
So while she practically had to take a vow of singleness and celibacy. The older she got, the more she grew and developed, it seemed every year, every guy completely forgot about all of that previous year and so far, sophomore year was turning out just like freshman year. But instead of just everyone in her grade. Now it seemed to consume the entire highschool, and this punk was a freshman from a different middle school who hadn’t gone through the same elementary or middle school she did. So now she had to contend with every boy from Freshman to Senior year.
But Bro was still her closest friend in the world. And he never stopped crushing on her or loving her from the moment he met her for his 7th birthday party where she and her mom ended up being his last minute guests to because they just happened to be at the same recreation center his mother hosted his birthday party at. Where coincidentally, his uncle met Darcy's mother, and promptely fell in love with her that day too and several months later, got married, built a farmhouse in the country and had their own homestead farm on.
Bro had helped name every chicken she ever got. He helped build the damn coop. He had a horse, at her farm that they rode together with. He still spent most of his weekends with her, riding horses and caring for them, helping her taking care of the chickens, planting gardens in the spring, harvesting during the summer and fall. Since they first met at his 7th birthday party the two were practically insperable after that.
And during school- doing homework, doing big assignments together too when they could team up. He tried to make sure every class he took, he could be in the same classes with her, or at least, his friends could when he couldn’t because Darcy depended on Bro’s protection and the protection of his other friends since she was 7 and started to go to elementary school with him and was always in the same elementary classes, the same middle school classes and now- same high school classes.
Because when Darcy was not with one of them, she was always targeted and practically had to sit next to the teacher and be the teacher’s pet just to keep safe from hormonal crazed boys. And while she had tried to keep a few friends, mostly the girlfriends of Bro’s friends, they were always jealous of the unwanted attention and admiration that Darcy got. So she still had to endure everyone's infatuation, yet ultimately- isolation and alienation from everyone else because of it.
Darcy now had two little siblings, a little brother and a little sister now, who were half human and half orc, who she felt she needed to protect too.
But after 9 years of this and a potential two more of it, Darcy was beyond fed up with it. And while she did her best to dress down, never wear makeup, never wear anything even remotely revealing. She even tried to go for- full ‘cowgirl’ aesthetic with steel toed cowboy boots, jeans, a belt with a belt buckle she had won at her last barrel racing tournament. And a simple t-shirt with a flannel shirt over it. It didn’t matter how loose her jeans were, or how much she covered up, she still turned heads just walking to class, from student and teacher alike.
Bro had gotten into more than his fair share of fights to keep Darcy safe from boys who had a hard time taking “no” for an answer. And his friends, thankfully never wavered from being his friends and helping him take on other boys who could be heads and shoulders taller or twice as broad and strong as himself.
Technically he could- at this point- graduate. He had a job at his dad's and uncle’s video game development company lined up that he did part time on the side. He even had an office that was practically waiting for him. He could rent an apartment and strike out on his own. But he would not do it. Because if he did, that would leave Darcy alone because humans didn’t consider their teenagers “adults” till they were 18. And Bro did not want Darcy to endure the last two and probably the hardest two years of school that she had left, especially without him to be there and watching her back and still being her shield between her and everyone else.
And honestly hair pulling? Really? Did Daren have the maturity of a toddler?
“Stop it.” Darcy growled at Daren behind her when she felt it a second time. When he did it the first time and she was quick to snatch her hair out of Daren’s grasp and ask him to stop which he played dumb to which irritated her to no end.
“Stop what? I wasn’t doing anything.” Daren tried to play dumb again.
“I felt you grab my braid and pull it for the second time now. Stop pulling my hair. What are you two?” She accused.
“It wasn’t me, sorry, but since I have your attention, did you want to go out on Friday? Go to Dave and Busters or something?” Daren offered.
“No thank you. I have plans. I have asked you to stop touching me twice now. But if you ever think about pulling my hair a third time or touching me or anything that belongs to me, you will regret it. Now- if you’ll excuse me I have classwork to do and since your papers are still clearly blank- you should try to do the same.” Darcy curtly dismissed before she turned around to try to refocus on her class work.
But just as Daren was about to reach out to pull her braid again- Bro loudly got out of his desk and grabbed Daren by the shoulder and slammed him back into his seat as he set his phone with the camera facing them down on Daren’s desk to focus on himself and Daren having this exchange.
“She said she didn’t want to be touched. When a lady says she doesn't want to be touched, she means it. I saw you pull her braid and she asked you to stop. Try again and you and I will have problems.” Bro growled dangerously into Daren’s ear as Darcy simply smiled proudly while she continued to solve the math problems laid out for her in the geometry worksheet.
“Gods it’s right what they say about the two of you.” Daren laughed before Darcy’s heckles went back up as she glared at him over her shoulder and slowly turned in her seat but kept her glare fixed with Daren and kept his gaze as she lowkey pulled the brass knuckles she kept in her pockets that had been wrapped in a pretty piece of cloth to make it look like just a normal scarf tied around her knuckles, but could also be hid in the secret compartment of her belt buckle too.
“And what would that be?” Darcy asked as Bro now recognized her temper flare in the fire of her eyes as her gaze bored into Daren as her jaw clenched and her chest start to heave in preparations for another fight.
“That Bro is always the Bro in the friendzone and that you’re Darcy Dick-tease.” Daren practically cooed and before Bro could do anything, Darcy, with lightning fast speed struck first and punched him right in the nose.
And the sound of the crunch of bones and the sudden yell in pain from Daren was enough to draw the entire class’ attention as Darcy just as easily slipped the brass knuckles back into her pocket as she leaned over, grabbed Daren by the hair and slammed his face down into the desk as hard as she could.
Which for the last 9 years of having a farm and taking care of horses and riding them, Darcy was always an active child. But she was also very strong for her size which her clothes did a good job of hiding pretty well.
“Insult me and my honor again motherfucker!” Darcy seethed ragefully towards him as she had her fists up to her face and was already in a fighting pose in case he tried to sneak a hit in himself.
“Darcy!” The teacher- Mrs. Robbie gasped in astonishment.
“He pulled my hair twice, I asked him to stop twice. I warned him if he put his hands either on me or my hair again, that he and I would have problems. He asked me out, I told him no. And when he insulted me after I turned him down, I fought back. He put his hands on me first. So if you feel I stepped out of line- go ahead, send me to the principal’s office again for defending myself to keep myself out of harms way and from being sexually assaulted in your classroom- again. Which you have already witnessed all the other boys do since the start of class this semester and you have done nothing to protect me except give them a stern talking to.” Darcy justified, granted, just a bit disrespectfully, resentfully and spitefully to Mrs. Robbie.
“And I watched him do that and asked him to stop since Darcy already asked him not to touch her. And he denied it.” Bro gestured to Daren whose face was bleeding profusely as he was coughing and splurting blood to try to argue. But instead was using his own hoodie to soak it all up.
Bro held up his hands showing how- for once, he wasn’t the first one to start or finish it, Darcy was. As Bro felt particularly proud for giving her those. He always gave her a pair of brass knuckles at the start of a new school year since middle school. He had already stopped the recording and slyly put his phone into his own backpocket.
“Fine, all three of you, principles office.” She said as she pointed to the door while Darcy gladly packed up her stuff as did Bro.
While Daren’s friends tried to help him and clean up all the blood before Daren went to the school nurse who was a real nurse and EMT and called for an ambulance for Daren to go to the ER to get his nose fixed.
But Darcy didn't feel the least bit of sadness or remourse for the damage she inflicted because she was sick and tired of being the whole "damsel in distress" but also knew she was up against boys who were literally two to three times her size and strength. So she had to have something to keep herself safe. Even at this relatively "safe" space that was school.
So she and Bro sat together in the office with their backpacks between their feet and waited for the principle to see them as Darcy had her arms crossed over her chest but was still leaning into Bro’s side and letting her head rest on his shoulder- which he didn’t mind one bit.
“So. Who was it this time?” Principal Walters asked as she saw Darcy and Bro sitting there together, again, as she sighed tiredly. But this time, neither of them seemed to have a scratch on them.
“Daren Drake. He pulled my hair twice. I asked him to stop- twice. I warned him that if he did it again and put his hands on me or anything that belongs to me that we were going to have problems but he did not heed my warning. Instead, he asked me out, and when I turned him down, he insulted me by calling me “Darcy Dick-tease”. So I punched him in the face and slammed his head onto the desk. He’s just here because he witnessed it all go down and was recording it happen and was asking Daren to stop after he caught Daren pulling on my braid both the first and second times.” Darcy repeated before she nodded over to Bro who happily pulled his phone out and played what he had captured. And thankfully had the camera pointed away from Darcy and trained on himself and Daren to record their own conversation and conceal the fact that she punched Daren with brass knuckles on.
“Oh by all the gods.” Principal Walters sighed tiredly again as she watched the scene on the camera unfold. So she had them come into the office while she wrote up the report and an excuse for both of them to not get detention. She had a rule for her school, if you instigated a fight, would you get in trouble or get detention for it. While the person who simply was defending themselves after giving a warning didn’t get punished. And ever since Darcy came into her high school, after getting the heads up from the Principal for the elementary school and the middle school. She had seen how almost every boy in every grade above and below Darcy’s grade but especially all the boys in Darcy’s grade, with Bro and his friends being the only ones who had not pulled something like this on Darcy. And so far, no one was stupid enough to press charges especially when their sons were guilty of sexual harrassment as Darcy and Bro were both texting their parents about it.
“My parents want to know if they should come to the school or if you want to have a sit down meeting with Daren’s parents so Bro can show him the footage of their son harassing me?” Darcy asked the Principal.
“Well, hang on, let me ask.” She said as she finished with the report and called Daren’s parents.
“What happened to my boy?” Daren’s father Grug demanded angrily as he got a call to come from work to go to the hospital where his son was getting his nose fixed and realigned.
“Sir, your son Daren was caught on video by another student harassing a sophomore girl in their geometry class. She asked him twice to keep his hands to himself and off of her and he denied touching her even though the video clearly proves otherwise. He then asked her out, she denied his request and his insult to both her person and her honor in response to being turned down for a date- instigated a fight. She warned him, he didn’t listen and so she punched him.” She repeated matter of factly, just like she had for countless times both freshman and now for Sophmore year.
“I see. Well then I would like to thank her for reminding my son to mind his manners, especially when it comes to girls, and please assure her that this behavior will never be repeated.” Grug grinned rather proudly.
“Thank you very much for understanding. Sorry to pull you from work or give you any worry.” She offered.
“No need, these things happen, especially at this age.” He reassured her before they said their goodbyes.
“There, all done, you two can go back to class.” She excused as she handed both of them their excuses to get back to class.
“Thank you again for having my back and understanding the situation and handling it Principal Walters. If you could please remind Mrs. Robbie of my history, especially when it comes to my safety on school grounds, I would really appreciate it because sadly this isn’t the first time this has happened in her class. This was just the first time it went from being purely verbal and threatening to go physical into actually being physical this time.” Darcy replied graciously as she took the note.
“I’m sorry. I’ll remind all the teachers and give your future ones a head’s up.” She nodded in understanding.
“Thank you. And if it isn’t too much to ask. My cousin Bronson has always been my shield for this kind of thing since the fourth grade. And I feel bad that he’s had to spend his entire school career watching over me and protecting me over his own school work. Can we try to do what we did second semester of freshman year and just have us in all the same classes again? I don’t care what class it is- I just don’t trust anyone who isn’t already a friend or family not to pull this kind of thing on me again.” Darcy requested.
“Yeah, I’ll make sure from here on out, that if your cousin Bronson wants to stay in school for Junior and Senior years, to stay with you.” She readily agreed.
“Thank you.” Darcy and Bro thanked her before they got out of there.
“Well at least you got to finish it this time.” Bro murmured to her as they walked together back to class with the excuse notes in their hands to keep any hall monitors from giving them any trouble either.
“Hey I have a favor to ask.” Darcy murmured as her steps slowed before they would both approach the classroom.
“Shoot.” Bro invited.
“Afterschool, could you take me to that feedstore that’s next to the drive through liquor store?” She asked hopefully.
“And get you hard cider?” He guessed with a knowing grin because the legal drinking age for orcs was 16. As was full driving privileges and Bro had been picking her up and dropping her off for school so she didn’t have to deal with the other idiots on the bus.
“Please?” She pleaded.
“A horse of course.” Bro readily answered with a charming smile that got Darcy to snort a laugh.
“One of these days that joke is gonna fall flat.” Bro shrugged as he reached for the door to the classroom so she could go in first.
“Not today.” Darcy reassured him as they both happily gave their notes to the teacher.
“Bronson, if you could please change seats so that you now sit behind Miss Darcy so that no further incident can happen, that would be much appreciated.” Mrs. Robbie requested as it seemed she had already gotten a call from the Principal and was trying to correct the issue as Bro glady used more wipes to disinfect the desk from the presence of the previous occupant.
After school Darcy practically hopped out of the truck at the feed store to order more horse feed and supplements for the horses and the chickens and even got the chickens a snack block.
She waited for Bro to go through the liquor store’s drive through before she noticed he was back and he came inside just as she was making a show of perusing the other things in the store. But once Bro reappeared, he happily got the heavy bags of feed for her to load them up in the truck. While she got the snack block and containers of supplements and treats and loaded them into the back of his pickup truck.
Then they drove back to her house and backed his truck into the back of the barn so they could unload what they needed to in the barn. Then she got up into the hay loft and pulled down a bale of hay and distributed it among the stalls once the horses would come in from the pasture. Bronson put the bags of feed into the feed containers for her and went ahead and fed the chickens for her too.
And once all of that was done, they retreated to the bed of the truck to drink the six pack of hard cider together. Which hardly had any alcohol but was something that Darcy’s parents let her have at home anyway.
“Maybe I should just shave all my hair off, so no one can pull it anymore or think I’m that pretty anymore.” Darcy suggested as she finished off the first bottle as they sat in companionable silence off of the edge of the truck tailgate. Bro nearly snorted out his mouthful of hard cider through his nose. Because of all the things she could say- he had not been expecting her to say that.
“Then you’d get even more attention from guys thinking you have “the canca”, and try to make sure you don’t leave this world without getting off first.” Bro answered once he stopped choking on his drink but couldn’t stop himself from laughing as he mimicked Forrest Gump when he had said ‘the cancer’. Which got Darcy to giggle and laugh in response.
“Yeah, that’d be the last thing I would want either.” Darcy sucked her teeth and shook her head before she opened the second and took a very long pull before she laid back into the bed of the truck and not caring if she got filthy dirty or not as she just stared up into the clouds overhead as Bro mirrored her and did the same.
“Besides, even without hair, you’d still be beautiful, at least to me anyway.” Bro offered which got Darcy to smile.
She hated it when everyone always praised how pretty or beautiful she was. But never did mind when Bro said so himself and never argued with him over it.
“Do you regret inviting me to your seventh birthday party yet?” Darcy asked.
“Nope, never have and never will. Haven’t regretted inviting you to anything and everything since either.” Bro answered as he at least put an arm behind his head while the beads on the single braid that hung down from the back corner of his neck slid from his chest to the bed of the truck before Darcy turned onto her side to face him.
“You sure? You really, really sure? Because you’ve had to give up a lot. New friends, a girlfriend, a normal school life, actually paying attention in class and getting better grades because you’re always taking care of me instead.” Darcy pointed out as she pouted into the mouth of the bottle in her hand.
“Darcy Lillian, when have I ever complained?” Bro asked which got her to finally look up at him as he turned to face her.
“And when has your safety ever been less important than my mediocre grades?” He asked before she just rolled over onto her stomach and groaned as she buried her face into her folded arms as she set her beer aside.
“Just because you don’t complain, doesn’t mean you can’t start to feel resentment.” Darcy murmured, her words muffled by her flannel overshirt.
“Well I don’t resent it or you. Being your shield has always been the biggest and best thing I’ve ever done with my life.” Bro reassured her as he couldn’t resist but reach over and rub soothing circles into her back after brushing all the dirt and fall leaves that had fallen into the bed of the truck. He still smiled when she seemed to sigh contentedly as she peeked out and looked at him as she took a breath and was about to say something but decided against it and just turned back to hide her now blushing cheeks while also really enjoying the back rub nonetheless.
“What?” Bro asked her when he saw her withdraw from him and practically turn into a hedgehog trying to hide away.
“What were you gonna say?” He asked as he paused in rubbing her back and leaned down to where her head was to hear her answer.
“What if it’s not enough?” Darcy asked as she fought not to cry.
“What’s not enough?” Bro asked in confusion.
“This, us. What we have now, what if it’s not enough?” Darcy enunciated a little louder.
“Well what else do you need me to be?” Bro asked and all Darcy could do was laugh through her tears as she tried to rub them off on her sleeves.
“Only you would ask that. With everything that you’ve done and everything that you do. You already do and give so much. But yet when I say ‘what if it’s not enough’ you ask how you can make it enough. You have never once asked for any other reward for all that you’ve done and continue to do- other than my friendship which I’m happy to give you. And we’ve used the ‘he’s my cousin’ excuse in elementary school and middle school and now it seems that we’re both in high school, that isn’t working anymore. Because I’m not- by blood- your cousin which everyone seems to constantly remind both of us as if we don’t already know. And as much as I love being part of your family and you being a part of mine and being your friend and you being my best friend in the whole wide world. It’s not enough…” Darcy began to rant before Bro finally realized what she was referring to and after 9 years of hoping, praying, planning, yearning and wanting, he finally had his chance.
So he slid his fingers into her hair and used his purchase on her hair to pull her head up to kiss her. And really kiss her, the way he had always fantasized about. And like two magnets always coming back together she was practically gravitating her body to be flush with his as she kissed back as her tears finally ceased as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to partially lay down over her, with his hand still cushioning her between her precious head and the bed of his truck as he was happy to do so and so happy that this wasn’t blowing up in his face.
But the fact that she finally allowed herself to show at least what and how she felt, made those 9 long years barely feel like minutes or even seconds worth of waiting. Because she was running her hands through his hair and scratching at his scalp while they continued to kiss and make out in the back of his truck before the need for air arose and he finally had to pull back so that both of them could catch their breath.
“So what else do you need from me? What else can I be for you?” Bro asked as he pillowed her head with one arm but stroked down down her side with the other affectionately.
“I just need you to keep loving me and not give up.” Darcy answered.
“At this point, it’s going to take an act of the gods to get me to stop.” Bro confessed which got her to smile.
“Shh, don’t tempt them.” She whispered before she kissed him sweetly as kissing him felt like the most natural thing in the world to her.
“Well, I have a way of making it unofficially official.” Bro offered.
“You give me one of your beads like all the other couples?” Darcy guessed as Bro nodded as she fingered the very first one she had got him that he still refused to take out of his hair except to clean and wash his hair only to put it right back in once it was rebraided.
“Well we can always ask my parents - to simply “pretend” to date while in school. And once they catch on that it’s not pretending. I think the sleepovers aren’t really going to be allowed or be a thing anymore. But we might get the same excuse that we’re technically cousins used against us.” Darcy noted.
“When have I ever cared about any of that? Well, the sleepvers are really nice. Any chance I can get to be with you, you know I always take.” Bro shrugged.
“Likewise.” Darcy smiled as she buried her face into the crux of his neck and shoulder and sighed happily when he just laid with her and hugged.
“Just for future reference. You’re the only one allowed to pull on my hair, especially like that.” Darcy giggled.
“Oh you mean like this?” Bro asked as he did it again only to bring her face back up to kiss her again.
“Uh huh.” Darcy hummed as she smiled into the kiss.
“We’ll figure it out.” Bro reassured her.
“I know. We always do.” Darcy smiled.
#Kinktober#Kinktober 2022#Kinktober Day 23#starsandskieskinktober#starsandskies#Pierce and I#god it has been so god damn long since I did anything with that story because in my brain#they got married and had kids and built a gorgeous modern hobby/homestead farm#And then if you go back and read the very last part that I have for this story you'll see how I planted this little mini romance in them#when they were kids#and Bro immediately stepped up the to plate and was Darcy's sword and shield#And yes they have the whole princess and her knight dynamic#and I love it#Now if I had married the guy I crushed on super hard when I was 16? I would be miserable as an adult now#But there is are other examples of this having a happy ending#it's rare but it's there
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→ 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
#lostalioth kinktober#eddie munson#day 2#kinktober#smut#kinktober 2023#kinktober 23#kinktober day 2#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x female character#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x fem!reader#female!reader#eddie munson hcs#eddie munson fics#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson drabble#eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson x f!reader#eddie munson scenario#smut fic#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#eddie munson masterlist
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Kinktober 2023
October's coming up soon and you know what that means! I'll be going of the official kinktober list again this year. (There's a couple of days I steal from other days cause I don't like any of the kinks. Now (and until until about three days before the actual date) is the time to send in character requests for any selected days.
The usual rules for who I write for apply but I'll allow anyone to request on anon. Like last year I'll update the list below with a selected character. So feel free to request (MDNI) any R6S or MW2 character I write for and what day (and what pronouns!).
List is subject to change
Pegging - Smoke
Roleplay - Blitz
Hate sex - Ace
Teratophilla - Gaz
Collaring - Doc request
Gags - Kapkan request
Stuck in a wall - Soap
Titfucking - Ace
Stripping - Glaz request
Praise kink - Ghost request
Sensory deprivation - Valeria
Public - Lion request
Size difference - Price
Orgasm denial - Lion request
Temperature play
Double penetration in one hole - Ghost and Soap +
Threesome or moresome - Ghost and Soap
Spanking
Uniform
Exhibitionism and voyeurism - Glaz request
Panties and lingerie Lion request
Intercrural Sex
Deep-throating and facesitting
Sex toys
Bondage
Masturbation
Double penetration in two holes
Cockbulge
Breathplay
Overstimulation
Freeday
#kinktober2023#kinktober#yes r6s people you can request lol its been a while#I'm gonna try do more that I did last year as last year had a lot of fics but not a lot of planning#crazy I managed to do like 23 or something days tho#my creativity hasn't been that strong#and I'll be working this october so lets see how it goes#r6s#mw2
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🎃✰ Kinktober Master List ✰🎃
1) - SOMNOPHILIA + BODYWORSHIP (ANASUI)
2) - CORRUPTION + ANAL (HANMA)
3) - PUBLIC SEX + BRAT TAMING (WAKASA)
4) - DIRTY TALK + NIPPLE PLAY (DOUMA)
5) - BREEDING KINK + CREAMPIE (DIAVOLO)
6) - SIZE KINK + BREATHPLAY (TAIJU)
7) - GAGBALL + HUMILIATION (GETO)
12) - BONDAGE + LINGERIE KINK (ILLUMI)
13) - SPIT KINK + MONSTERFUCKING (MUZAN)
14) - UNIFORM SEX + AUTHORITY KINK (RAN)
15) - MIRROR SEX + SPANKING (NAHOYA)
17) - BITING KINK/MARKING + OVERSTIMULATION (XIAO)
18) - DEGRADATION + PHONE SEX (NAHOYA)
20) - PREGNANCY KINK + LACTATION KINK (XIAO)
21) - DACRYPHILIA + SEX POLLEN/APHRODISIACS (UTA)
22) - SEMI-PUBLIC SEX + CLOTHED SEX (DAZAI)
23) - SENSORY DEPRIVATION + THIGH RIDING (DOUMA)
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Day 23 - Size Kink [tsumugi aoba x gn! reader]
content warnings - nsfw, mdni. soft! dom! reader, sub! tsumugi, body worship, biting/hickies, handjob
word counts - 314
The way you pressed him close to you had him reeling.
As one of the tallest idols, let alone in his unit, he was used to being the one that did all the work that the tall kid would do. But with you... he felt like a midget.
And he liked that.
“Oh, Tsumugi~” You cooed in his ear, your hot breath sending shivers down his spine. “You just fit in the palm of my hand... so cute.”
Aoba’s breath hitched as you pressed your cold lips to his neck, your hands wrapping around his waist and pressing you flush with him. A small whimper escaped from the male, his hands flying to your hair. “[name]...”
“Let me just eat you up,” You moaned into his neck, the vibrations causing him to shift. “I can’t resist you.”
Lewd sounds elicited from you as you sucked harshly onto his skin, Tsumugi responding to your sultry movements with harsh breaths and whines. His hands unconsciously drifted down to your sex, messily rubbing at is as you bit his neck.
Both of your motions became rushed as you were brought close to your high, nipping on the already-blooming bruises. He even angled his neck towards your mouth, his half-lidded eyes staring at your pelvis as his hand motions became erratic.
With a final groan to his skin you came, staining your underwear. Wrapping your arms around his small frame you pushed him into the mattress, meeting his lips with a chaste kiss.
“You didn’t have to do that,” You hummed into his chest, tapping at his marked-up neck.
Tsumugi managed a chuckle, biting his lip as your large hands traced his back. “I... I just felt like doing it.”
“I wanted to come in you,” you said quite shamelessly, causing the latter to blush furiously. “But I guess I can pull another one out of me.”
“S-sure...”
#i wasnt sure if requester wanted sub or dom...#so i just did dom cause#why not#soryr#enstars#ensemble stars#enstars smut#ensemble stars smut#enstars x reader#ensemble stars x reader#kinktober#day 23#tsumugi aoba#tsumugi aoba x reader#tsumugi aoba smut
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Day 23: "You deserve a reward for being so good today. What would you like it to be?"
Prompt List | AO3 gallery | @gallavichthings
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#vfkinktober2023#day 23#kinktober 2023#iwtv#interview with the vampire#the vampire chronicles#tvc#vc#vampire chronicles#fandom event#fanart#fanfiction#writing event#prompt event#writing prompt#prompt list#anne rice#amc iwtv#iwtv amc#loustat#loumand#devil's minion
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a couple of years ago, @gallavictorious wrote this meta ficlet about mickey being put on "time out" by being cuffed to the bed & the whole thing is honestly so peaceful. it ends with a note that the sex will be glorious, but that that's another story for someone else to tell. i guess this is part of that?
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day 23: handcuffs for kinktober 2022 by @gallavichthings
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Whatever, so Mickey had been in a mood, and Ian had cuffed him to the bed like he was fucking twelve years old, sneaking out past curfew.
But now? Now the joke is on Ian.
Because Mickey fucking liked it—being restrained. Made him feel good, calm, and at ease. Likes it even more now, pulling at where his wrists are encircled, feeling the slight give of the wooden headboard and the delicious drag of Ian’s fat cock inside of him.
Ian ghosts his lips over Mickey’s, “Touch me, Mick. Please.”
“M'a little tied up at the moment,” he grins.
#kee if you're reading this i think about that meta at least once a month if not more#it's really just ticks a very unique box for me#there's also a SUPER HOT handcuffs scene in the latest chapter of 'paragraphs' by pink_ink#anyyywayyyy#this one was hard to get to just 100 words!#yoooo home stretch it feels! just a week left?#we got this!#day 23#catch up by clicking this tag ->#dirty drabbles#all drabbles all 100 words all experimental#no plans just fun 🖤👻#shameless#shameless fanfiction#gallavich kinktober 2022#kinktober 2022#ian x mickey#bee writes 🐝 ✍🏼
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Kinktober 2022 / Day 31
Food play: Lando / Max F
[spoiler alert: there's no food play in this. It's just domestic idiocy. Inspired by the prompt, not bound by the prompt. ]
“Truth or dare?” Max picks up a card from the pile in the middle of the floor. They’re both awful options. He skids it into the discard pile and chooses another one.
Lando’s sprawled on the carpet, hands behind his head. He turns his face up to Max, cross-legged opposite him, and tries to read his expression. Max is studiously blank, the card to his chest. “Truth.”
Max pulls the card far enough back to see and turns it truth-end up. “What would you do if you got locked in a supermarket overnight?”
“On or off season?”
“Surprisingly, the card isn’t specific about that,” says Max drily. “You choose.”
“Off, then.” Lando thinks for a bit. “I’d try one of each biscuit. Find out which ones are the good ones. And try all the ice cream. Probably eat too many dried apricots.”
Max nods and discards the card back to the floor as Lando picks one up. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare?”
“Good choice,” says Lando, still not having looked at it as he lifts the card. “Exchange an item of clothing with the player on your right.” He eyes Max. “Are you wearing anything that isn’t mine?”
Max fixes him with a look, then opens and closes his mouth and decides against arguing the semantics of mine about clothing. Lando’s already holding out his bracelet anyway, clearly having chosen an alternative definition. Max fumbles with the clasp on his own, hands it over then slips Lando’s on. It’s still warm. He lingers on that thought for a moment as he picks up another card.
“Dare,” says Lando without being asked.
“Oh Christ, no, no—” Max says, trying to dispose of the card a split second after reading it, but Lando’s quicker, has him in a vice grip, silver pressed hard against his wrist bone as he pulls Max off balance to get to the card. He’s far too gleeful as he reads out: “Only answer yes for an hour.”
Max groans and screws up his face. “Don’t. No. Game over. That’s it. No more. I’m done. We’re done.”
“Okay,” says Lando, picking up another card.
“No!”
“Yes.” He’s starting to giggle. “Put on a blindfold and eat whatever your partner gives you.”
“No. I didn't choos—”
“Yes.” The giggles are spilling over into proper infectious laughter and Max knows he’s doomed. Lando rolls himself to his feet and pads into the kitchen. “Don’t look,” he calls over his shoulder.
Max groans again and drops his head, irritating himself with his compliance."You're not going to be a dick about this, are you?" A yes floats back and Max sighs. At least there's no hot sauce in the apartment.
#yes this is the 'went nowhere' idea from days 23/24#but i actually like it and it went further than anything i tried to concoct for 'your choice' so here we are#is it cheating?#no more so than any driver's ever done to win a head to head challenge so i'm fine with it#lando fic#max fewtrell fic#nortrell#mando#4#f1 rpf#kinktober 2022#kinktober#tppkinktober2022
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