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Kinktober Day 21:Play Ball- Oliver Wood
Oliver’s tactics for Quidditch training was always extreme but his latest idea of having the entire Quidditch team to abstain from sex or touching themselves for an entire year throughout the Quidditch season has the whole team climbing the walls.
To restrict everyone’s ability to touch themselves or others. Enchanted Chasity cages were now a part of the official Gryffindor outfits to be warn on and off the field. Everyone was irritable, arguing, annoyed and they were talking about staging a mutiny. You were Oliver’s best friend and the only person who could listen to his 20 hour long rants about strategic planning of Quidditch matches. So you reasoned with everyone that it was time to break the no sex rule.
“Wood you better be sitting down for this” you announced walking into his dormitory. “What's going on?” he answered lying on his bed. “The Gryffindor team had an emergency meeting” “why wasn't I notified?” he said upset. “Because it was about you Wood, people are sick of your extreme training methods they need a release”.
You waved your wand to bind him to his bed, and unclamp the chastity belt from your waist.
“What if I told you I wanted you right here? Right now” you smirked at Oliver Wood. He gulped blinking rapidly “as much as I would love to help you, you know the rules” he spluttered out. “well, some rules are meant to be broken” you smiled at him unbuttoning your blouse slowly.
His eyes drifting down to your hands as you threw the shirt onto the bed, followed by your pants until you were standing in front of him in sheer mesh lingerie that you brought for the occasion. “Sorry, you were saying” you bit your lip walking closer to the bed where he was held.
“Uh,uh, Um” Oliver stuttered as you ran a finger down his chest till it got to his pants. You watched as his breathing changed and his body tightened until your touch. “but you said we can’t do this” you said kissing his lips as he responded immediately to your kiss.
You straddle Oliver's thigh gyrating your hips desperate for some release, as you ground yourself up and down his thigh, you started to rock yourself on his thigh so he could feel your wetness soaking through your panties. “Please, let me get off on your thigh Oli” you begged.
“Okay,” he said and as if your hips have a mind of their own they went harder against him increasing the speed that was rubbing against you more intensely.
Loving the friction that was building your fingers bore into Oliver. You felt his cock harden as you smirk at him “can't.. help... it…so.. hot” he moaned. You cry out shuddering as your orgasm soaked through your panties onto Oliver’s thigh.
Oliver swore as you backed away pulling up a chair and sitting across from him. You moved your panties to the side and ran your fingers slowly up and down your clit. Your moving fingers split your lips apart and dipped into your moist depths. Plunging a finger inside yourself you moaned loudly “Oliver, this feels so good”. You could tell by his fixated gaze, the biting hard on his lip, the struggling of his body and his erect cock that he was enjoying this.
You withdrew the finger from your cunt before bringing it up to Oliver’s lips “wanna taste?”. He captured your finger in his mouth sucking on the glistening finger. You removed your finger from his mouth before plunging it back inside you. A moan escaped your mouth as your finger disappeared inside you once again before thrusting it in and out of you. Your thumb found your clit rubbing it fast.
Your breathing now heavy, you moved your hips wider apart and arched your back. Feeling yourself come apart again.
As your head became clearer you picked up your wand releasing Oliver from his bed. He grabbed your hips as he threw you against his bed before he hovered over you. “I’ve finally got you in my bed” he said kissing you. “Say the words and I'll stay here forever” you answered clutching him closer to you.
He shimmied out of his pants releasing his stiff cock from the tortuous fabric. Your eyes grew wide impressed by his size.
You flipped him over you positioned you mouth in line with his cock, running your hands from shaft to tip, before you gave the head of his cock a long slow lick.
You took his head into your mouth sucking it as your hands stroked the rest. You started to Bob your head up and down as you found your rhythm.
He grabbed your head pumping himself deeper in your mouth, watching as your throat constricted to fit his size, gagging and eyes watering as he withdrew his cock.
As a whimper escaped his lips.“If you don’t stop now, I’m going to cum down your throat”,“that doesn't sound too bad” you smiled slyly. “Maybe another day” he promised.
He flipped you over so he is hovering over you as he slides into you with a massive thrust of his hips. You gasped as you felt his cock sliding on and out, you wrapped your legs around his waist as you moved your hips to match his thrusts working in unison. With every thrust it seemed as if he went deeper and deeper inside.
“Fuck”, he said through gritted teeth as he pulled back before slamming into you again. His fingers now dug into your hips destined to leave bruises in its wake as he pulled you tight against him. You dug your nails into his back as the moans grew louder. You fought to keep control of the pressure building inside your body but the astonishing pounding of flesh on flesh was euphoric, you couldn’t hold on any longer.
Your cries of ecstasy escaped your lips as your body began to buck beneath him. His cum followed closely behind yours as you felt Oliver’s cock jerk as cum erupted into you. He collapsed onto you as you caught your breaths and came to your senses. You pull Oliver in for a kiss “you’re right, stress relief is important, I feel so calm” you giggled as you responded “glad I could help Wood”, he responded with his mouth deepening the kiss between you before saying “you can always help me out”.
“I guess I should tell the team that the sex ban is lifted” Oliver said, “or we can tell them in the morning” You responded.
“I like the way you think” Oliver said
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Title: Reflection
Pairing: Ari Levinson x Reader
Kink Prompt: Reflection [Mirror Sex]
Word Count: 1982
Summary: You love everything about your new house—except for that creepy old mirror in the upstairs hallway.
Warnings: Horror, Haunting, Noncon/Dubcon, Light overstimulation, Mirror Sex, AU: Dark, Smut, MINORS DNI!
A/N: my first kinktober entry!! since all of my prompts were singular words, i just decided to go with the first kink that came to mind. 😈 i really hope you all enjoy this first installment! as always, mind the tags and warnings. enjoy!
Though your nails are already chewed down to the quick, you can’t stop yourself from tearing into them again as the officers come out of the house, one after the other, a straight line of starched blue uniforms. The first one out approaches you at the front gate. You can tell by the irritated look on his face that he hasn’t found anything, that your second call this month is a nuisance, and not one he wants to continue putting up with.
“Nobody inside, I’m afraid,” he says, shrugging as he hooks his thumbs into his belt loops and heaves a heavy sigh. “I know you’re new in town. Wouldn’t be surprised if maybe you heard some things about the house, the way people talk—”
“I heard someone.” You cut him off stiffly. “Walking around, right outside my bedroom door!” Your voice goes squeaky, your throat tight with remembered fear. “Gossip doesn’t make your floorboards creak.”
“Houses ‘round here are old.” His hackles are up now—you’re edging into telling him he isn’t doing his job, and he knows it. “They get real noisy in the winter.” The dismissal is clear in his voice and in his body language as he turns to wave the three other officers back to their squad cars.
“You could try putting up cameras,” he suggests over his shoulder. “But we swept both floors—and the basement—twice. There’s nobody here but you, ma’am.” He taps the brim of his hat. “Goodnight. Make sure you lock up, now.”
I know what I heard.
Even with the all-clear given by the irritated police officers, you’re still loathe to go back inside. You stand there by the garden gate, staring nervously up at your own home. Footsteps—heavy, booted ones—pacing back and forth in front of your door, the shadow of a figure visible beneath the frame.
“I’m not crazy.” You say it softly aloud, clenching your fists at your sides. “I’m not crazy.” With your toes curled so as not to lose a slipper, you shuffle back inside. You’re on high alert as soon as you step inside, ears straining to hear every sound. It’s freezing in here. The drippy faucet in the kitchen had never bothered you before, but now it’s maddening. Every creak and groan of the house shifting and settling is now a footstep, a or a finger tapping against the window glass. The gusty autumn wind becomes the sigh of an unseen stranger in your ear.
You check every room, turning on each light as you go. The electric bill will be sky high next month, but you don’t care. At least if the lights are on, you’ll be able to see the intruder. You tell yourself that’s why you’re doing it, and not because having the lights on makes you feel less alone.
Ever since you signed your name on the deed, it seemed as though your quaint, beautiful house in a lovely suburb just south of the city, had been beset with problem after problem. Issues with the foundation, water, heating—and not least of all, the strangely ornate mirror in the upstairs hallway that you just couldn’t take down. You’re not the handiest person, but you know how to use a drill. Even so, the weird, metal clasps holding it to the positively ancient sheetrock won’t come loose, and you can’t remove it without taking half the wall with it.
A statement piece, the realtor had called it, but the mirror does nothing but give you the creeps. You don’t like looking in it—the colors of your clothing always seem washed out and faded in the hallway light. And for some reason—perhaps it’s positioning, or the way the light filters in from the window at the end of the hall—but you always feel like something’s moving in the reflection, just out of the corner of your eye.
You complete your walk-through of the first floor, even poking your head down into the basement. Just long enough to look around and then tug firmly on the cord to illuminate the scant little concrete room before ducking back out, but still you’d checked. You hesitate at the foot of the stairs, swallowing thickly as you stare up at the darkened hallway.
It’s fine. The officers said it was fine.
The thought gives you no comfort, but you push yourself up the stairs anyway, flicking on the hallway light as soon as you get there. The hallway is empty, of course, and you shake your head at your own childish fears.
Silly. Jumping at shadows.
You head for the bedroom, trying to keep your eyes trained hard on the floor so as not to look at the mirror. Movement in the glass catches your attention, though, and you stop short. The window at the end of the hall is cracked, the cool breeze stirs the curtains. You’re not sure what compels you to keep staring, to squint into the dull mirror. I didn’t see anything. There’s nothing there. Nothing—
A hand.
So faint it’s almost completely invisible, curled around the edge of the curtain. You’re frozen, your heart held so tightly in your throat that no sound escapes it other than the rattle of your own breath. Goosebumps break out over your flesh as you watch the fingers tense, the fabric bunching as slowly, the panel is drawn aside. An eye appears first, followed by half of a wide, toothy grin.
You scream.
The sound tears itself from your frozen throat without permission, unexplainable terror gnawing away the conscious thoughts until only primal instinct is left.
Run.
You turn to flee, your body barely cooperating as fright stiffens your limbs. You only manage a few steps, though, before icy hands fist in your hair and clothing. You wail as you’re tugged backwards off your feet, your back pressed against the mirror. The glass is frigid, even through your clothes. The force of it knocks the wind out of you, breath wheezing through your teeth.
“Don’t go.” A soft puff of air washes over your face, and you whimper. You can’t see anyone, can’t explain what’s happening. You struggle, grunting as you try to push away from the mirror, but it’s no use. Your feet dangle inches off of the floor, your arms pressed tightly to the wall behind you, as if held there by some impossible gravity. Cold fingers trace the curve of your cheek, and you flinch, whimpering. There’s a slight shimmer in the air, shifting and warping like the spots that dance across your vision when you stare too long at the sun. Only, these don’t move, don’t dissipate as you blink fearfully at them.
“P-Please, I—”
“Don’t go.” The voice is stronger, angrier. Invisible fingers grip your chin, forcing it up. “You can’t.” Hot, terrified tears stream from the corners of your eyes. Unseen hands push at your tank top, tugging it up and over your head. Your nipples stiffen in the cool, open air, and you whine as your unseen captor continues his exploration of your prone form. A satisfied sigh fills your ears as those same icy, ghostly hands bunch in the terrycloth fabric of your sleep shorts, ripping them down your legs. Cool, calloused fingers spread your heated lips, flicking at your clit.
“I’ll make you stay,” the voice says, low and determined. Your legs, free of whatever invisible binding had held them, kick frantically at nothing. It’s like he’s there but he isn’t, as your feet connect with nothing but air. Your legs are draped over invisible shoulders, large hands clamping around your thighs to hold them in place. You writhe against the glass, struggling futilely. He laughs, his wintery breath puffing against your heated, moist core.
“You signed,” he says, and you cry out as his cool, wet tongue slides through your folds. “That means you belong to the house, now.” Cold electricity runs up your spine at both his words and his touch. He suckles your clit, pulling it between his lips and worrying it with his teeth. Your thighs tremble, pressing into his shoulders.
You still can’t see him, but you can see the indents his fingers make on your skin, feel the rasp of his beard against your inner thighs. His touch is ice, but the fire building in your belly at every pass of his tongue burns hotter and hotter. The man—the thing—between your thighs eats hungrily, sucking and nipping at your cunt like he’s starving.
Your hips undulate against his face, and you can feel him smiling into the sloppy mess of your cunt as you cum. You do it with a wail, your thighs tightening around the head you can’t see, his tongue buried in your pussy as your walls convulse around nothing. He hums into your soaked, trembling flesh, but doesn’t stop, his thick fingers playing at your entrance.
“N-No, nngh—” Your protests are muffled by your own moans, choking you. Eyes rolling, you pant helplessly at the shimmering shape of a man between your thighs, his fingers curling inside of you. You cum again with a pathetic sob and shuddering breaths, fingernails scraping against the glass.
You don’t know how long he keeps you there, pinned helplessly as he drags you from one unwilling orgasm to the next, until your limbs have all the strength of dry pasta, and you’re shuddering in his arms. When he lowers your trembling thighs, you slide to the floor in a puddle, your legs unwilling to hold you up. The chuckle that sounds in the air in front of you makes you whimper again, your swollen cunt still throbbing.
You feel his hands at your hips, lifting and turning you until you’re on your knees, your face pressed up against the glass. Your breath ghosts across it, fogging the surface. Hazily, you stare into the mirror, eyes widening as you take in the man behind you. You can see him now, reflected brightly—almost too brightly—in the polished glass. Sandy hair falling over his dark, hungry eyes. Naked but for the Star of David on a thin silver chain nestled in his thick chest hair.
“Belong to the house,” he mutters as he lines the head of his leaking cock up with your soaked, swollen cunt. You’re still present enough to whine and huff as the thick head of him begins to press inside. Even after his fingers his cock is still enough to stretch you, and you writhe at the sinfully delicious stretch and burn.
“Belong to me.” He thrusts forward hard, seating himself inside of you with a growl. His fingers are tight on your hips as he leans down over you. “Look.” He grips your face roughly, turning your head and forcing you to face yourself in the mirror. Your glassy eyed, fucked out face stares back at you, pupils wide and dark. His fingers slip into your mouth, and you taste yourself on them.
He rocks into you steadily, his cock punching the air from your lungs and dragging oh-so-pleasurably against your walls until you cum, drooling and mumbling unintelligibly around his fingers, staring at your own face the whole time. The tight squeeze of your cunt makes him groan, hands tightening painfully on your hips as he fucks into you unsteadily. You’re barely aware of the hot breath on the back of your neck, his teeth scraping your skin as sickly warmth coats your swollen walls.
You sag against the mirror, your hot cheek pressed against the cool glass as Ari continues to mumble behind you.
How do I know his name?
“See?” He asks, humming as he strokes your cheek. His cock is still hard inside you, and you don’t have the strength to struggle as he begins to thrust into you again. “You belong to the house.”
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Need you now
AN: Apologies again for the late posting today- computer wasn't playing ball. But I'm making up for it with some Alpha! Nomad Steve. I hope you enjoy.
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
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Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.
Pairing: Alpha! Nomad Steve x Omega! Reader
CW: A/B/O, Biting, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Heats, Scenting, Smidge angst, Explicit Sexual Content
Word Count: 1.9k
You were warm. And the discomfort in your abdomen was growing.
You whimpered as you rifled through your bedside drawer for the phone you’d been given, only for use in emergencies. Turning it on and opening up the message app you typed in the number you knew by heart and sent off your one-word missive.
Now.
Shutting it down again, you tossed it back in its place. Then, grabbing hold of the too large, white tee out of your other drawer, you pulled it over your head, inhaling the scent that clung to it. You whimpered again and rubbed your thighs together, before settling back into your nest, drawing your blankets close and trying to get any sort of rest you could. Whatever the response to your text, the next few days were going to be hard on your body.
It was the suffocating, body suffusing heat that woke you. Your eyes shot open, but it only took a moment to realise that you weren’t feeling any of the lancing pain you expected. Discomfort still, yes, but no needle like darts, which meant…
You didn’t even need to inhale to know. He was here. You flipped over to your other side and buried your head in his chest, a reedy noise of primal need making its way out of your throat as you scented him.
“Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I’m here. Gonna take care of you, real good, okay?”
His voice rumbled through his chest, deep and calming and you could feel the slick leaking out between your legs. You tilted your head back, eyes wide, to see his ocean blue ones staring back. His mouth was turned up into a soft smile under his beard, and you drew in a shuddering breath, only really realising in that moment how much you’d missed him.
“St-steve…” It was the only word your fuzzy brain was able to form before you were shifting up his body, climbing him like a tree, so you could press your lips to his, press your bodies together. You whined as you tasted him, rolling your hips and your sodden panties against his stomach. You were glad he’d discarded his tac suit before climbing into your nest, and even more happy that he hadn’t showered.
You needed his scent. His sweat. His very essence.
You nipped and kissed and mewled at him, completely taken over by your base needs and desires. You were impatient too. Why wasn’t he in you already?
“Slow it down, baby. We got time. And I know it aches. I’ll soothe it soon, yeah. Just gotta get you ready for my knot. It’s big, remember? You’re heat makes you a little dumb, doesn’t it?”
You nodded into his neck, not really sure what you were agreeing too, just knowing that you wanted to please your alpha, agree with everything he said, so he would fuck you sooner. His large hands spanned your waist, pushing the fabric of the t-shirt up your body. His fingertips branded your skin, his touch making you feel even dizzier.
“Is that my shirt, Omega?” You nodded again. “You needed Alpha’s smell all over you, didn’t you? But I’m here now – let’s get that off you, huh?”
He eased the soft fabric over your head, and you let go of him to snatch it into your arms, twisting in his embrace to thread it into the wall of your nest, near your pillow, near where your head would be later when he…
You let out a pained cry as your arousal grew.
“Alpha, please!”
He eased you down to lie flat, a comforting smile still on his face.
“Alright, here we go, baby. Here we go.”
He pressed his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, where the small scar that proclaimed your bond lay. His hands swept up your waist to cup your breasts, and he massaged the flesh, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. You squirmed as the pleasure flowed through you, and you tried to rid yourself of your panties, him of his briefs. His beard tickled your neck as he halted your desperate actions by moving down your body. His lips replaced his thumbs in turn, and you keened. If they were this sensitive already, what would they be like when you were swollen with his pups? The thought caused a fresh gush of slick to leave you, the sweet scent now taking over your room. Steve chuckled against you.
“Aww, poor, needy Omega.”
His rough fingers ripped your ruined panties from you, and you cried out in pleasure as he pushed two into your sodden core.
“Fuck, ‘mega. Sucking me in. Such a good girl for your Alpha.”
He pumped his fingers slowly. Too slowly for your liking, and you reached down to grab his wrist and roll your hips against his hand, but he batted them away.
“Let me do this, baby. I don’t want to hurt you. Remember what happened the first time?”
You didn’t really. All you did remember was the feeling of absolute fullness, of being stretched to your limit. There was a hazy recollection of not being able to walk properly the next day, but in your heat-addled state you didn’t care. If that were to happen again, it would be a problem for ‘future you’.
There was a tightness in your belly, and you felt Steve crook his fingers and stroke your insides, finding that special spot and…
Your orgasm ripped through you, and you clung to Steve’s bicep as he continued to fingerfuck you through it, sneakily adding in a third digit while you were in the throes of pleasure. You recovered your breath, but your ache was still there, unassuaged by the ecstasy Steve had brought you to with his fingers.
“Please…” Your plea was whispered. Pathetic. A request for clemency.
“Just give me another, Omega. One more for your Alpha, and then I’ll give you what you need.”
Steve dipped his head, suckling on your clit as his fingers continued their mission to stretch you out. Still reeling from your first orgasm, and with your heat raging through you, you felt the build up to your next one come quickly. His facial hair rubbed over your sensitive flesh, stinging you just right and your hands fisted in the sheets as you felt yourself ready to explode. Your legs trembled and your mate growled against your pussy.
“Cum, Omega. Cum for your Alpha. Now!”
Like a switch that had been flipped, you were unable to control yourself at his command. You came. Hard. Gushing over his hand and face. Soaking his beard with your sweet slick.
Your legs were like jelly, your whole body boneless, but you still mewled needily at him. He rose up from between your legs, wiping his hand over his beard and marvelling at the amount of wetness, before grinning as he moved over you.
“There you go.” With a shimmy he discarded his briefs and his erection sprang free, slapping against your stomach with its weight. “So perfect for me, baby. Even if you are all heat drunk and stupid. Let’s get you properly ready, huh?”
Steve flipped you over on your stomach easily, pulling your hips into the air so you could present for him properly. Your hips swayed, as though you were trying to fuck the air, and your Alpha chuckled and swatted your backside.
“You wanna be bred, baby? Want me to fill you with pups and make you all round and beautiful?”
It was a pitiful sound that left your mouth as you nodded into your blankets, your face pressed up against the t-shirt that Steve had taken off you earlier. His warm body curled over your back and his scent surrounded you, soothing you slightly, but his cock nudged between your legs, making you wiggle again.
“Okay, okay. I know, enough teasing. You ready, Omega?”
He didn’t wait for you to answer, he knew what your reply would be if you’d even been capable of speech.
You wailed as he breached you, his thick cock carving a space for itself inside your pussy and your hands clawed at the sheets, the sensations almost overwhelming you. Steve groaned when he bottomed out, taking a moment just to enjoy the feel of your wet heat surrounding him. But he didn’t leave you unsatisfied for long, knowing that you needed something that only he, as your Alpha, could provide. With one hand on your hip and another on your shoulder he started to fuck into you, hard. Each punishing thrust was just what you needed, scratching the itch inside you and making you cry out in joy.
It didn’t take long for you to cum again, Steve’s cock stroking you even better than his fingers had. You were barely coherent when you shouted out to him, through the ripples of your orgasm.
“Alpha! Knot! Bite! Please!”
The hand on your shoulder moved to your other hip and Steve lowered to lie fully flat on the mattress, still fucking into you. His body pressed you down, pushing you deep into your nest, his mouth moving over your mating scar again.
“You’re going to cum with me, aren’t you Omega? I need your orgasm, so I can give you all my cum.”
All you could manage was a series of punched out moans as you felt his knot start to swell, stretching the entrance of your pussy as his cock pistoned in and out of you. Your body was one raw nerve ending, it’s only purpose to feel pleasure. But you needed a little extra to cum again.
“Bite! Bite!” Your voice was muffled by the sheets, but Steve knew what you needed. You felt his teeth scrape over your scarred flesh, finding the right spot, and then he bit down.
Stars exploded behind your eyes and you screamed, your whole body spasming at the force of your orgasm. You felt Steve’s knot pop, locking the pair of you together, and then the warmth of his cum flooded you. You floated off into bliss.
You awoke. It had been four days since Steve had appeared. Four days in which he’d fucked you beyond reason, working your through your heat with orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm. But it had passed. You’d both known it last night, although neither of you had said anything. The sex had turned less frenetic; less fucking and more love-making.
You didn’t want to open your eyes, because you knew what you would find when you did. He was a criminal on the run, hiding from multiple governments and international agencies, so as much as it pained the pair of you, you couldn’t be together, properly.
Not yet.
You rolled over in your nest, the small space now feeling too big without Steve in it. Your hand reached out to brush over the space where he had lain and you bowed to the inevitable. You opened your eyes and lying there on the mattress was a black t-shirt. Steve’s t-shirt. He’d left you a fresh one, still imbued with his scent. You gathered it to you and breathed it in. It would have to sustain you until you could see him again.
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werewolf!bangchan x werewolf!fem!reader || marking + breeding — anon || wc: 500~
all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI
Chan's lips softly kiss along your shoulders, his bare chest pressed against your back while deft fingers remove your dress. He's taking his time, savouring you, because tonight is the night that he's finally going to claim you.
Your head tilts to the side as he grazes his teeth over the spot where his teeth will soon break through. His mark will be on you forever and you'll be bonded to the Alpha that you've loved since you both were young. "Chan," you sigh his name, shivering as his fingers tease up and down your body, igniting your skin with his touch. "Please, hurry."
"My sweet girl," he whispers as he kisses the back of your neck, dress now pooled at your feet and his hands cup your breasts. "Why rush? We have all the time in the world."
Oh, he's such a tease but he loves it. He loves the way it makes you crumble so quickly, so eager to be filled that you'll beg for it. "I want you." You say, turning your head to see him.
"I know," he nudges your cheek with his nose so you are looking away again.
His scent changes, his body growing hotter as his arousal builds with your moans and your scent filling the air. It's hard for him to resist you, he does a good job of it but he's always one to indulge in how sweet you taste. However, he doesn't want to taste you tonight, he doesn't want to waste that time as he lays you down and hovers over you, eyes filled with lust and adoration.
"All mine," he says, lining up and sliding in, groaning as you take all of him. "My sweet little wolf."
That's the last time he's gentle with you. He gives you a moment to revel in the way he feels before Chan fucks you, rough and hard. He fucks you like a beast in rut, wanting to take what is his and you scream out in pleasure as he hits the deepest parts of you. Your wolf responds in kind, both of you losing yourselves in the heat of the moment.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your orgasm approaches, feeling Chan's thrusts gets shorter, faster while he nuzzles at your neck, sniffing you. You cry out in pain, his teeth breaking the skin and marking you, but that pain quickly turns to pleasure as your dam breaks and you see stars forming behind your squeezed-shut eyes. Chan stills, the feeling of your clenching cunt becoming too much for him and he cums.
As you both lay there, Chan licking the wound while you hug him close, you feel him cumming still, filling you up until you feel like you'll burst. "Full of my pups~" He chuckles, not pulling out even when he's done. "Just like you wanted."
You do want it. You wanted it all, a life with Chan has been what you have always dreamed of and now, you finally have it.
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Kinktober Day 12
Chwe Hansol (한솔) – Cumming Untouched
Word Count: 417
Warnings: established relationship, wet dream, cumming untouched, grinding, dry humping.
A/N: Bro I am literally a week behind but I’ve had no motivation to write anything and I’ve got so much work to do :( I’m trying to catch up tho lol
It was nearing three in the morning when you are woken by what you assumed was Vernon talking in his sleep yet again. You sigh; about to attempt to go back to sleep when you heard a moan.
You frown, attempting to roll over to check on Vernon. His hands hold you still in his sleep, stopping you from moving as you feel him pressing his body against your back.
Your body freezes when he presses his hips against your ass, his hard on obvious through the thin material of his underwear. You want to turn around and tease him for grinding against you in his sleep but he suddenly lets out a whimper that has you pausing again.
Quiet moans leave his open mouth as he bucks his hips against your ass, hands gripping onto your waist to stop you from leaving him. You can’t help but let out a quiet giggle and hope that this wet dream is about you.
You don’t have the heart to stop him when he’s moaning so prettily and submissively even though you could offer him something better than just dry humping.
Still, he grinds his hips against you, getting faster and faster as he gets needier and needier, whimpers and soft moans escaping as he bites his lip in a subconscious attempt to stay quiet.
You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, smirking at how fucked out he looks. His head is throw back, mouth agape and his face occasionally scrunching up in pleasure. It’s adorable and hot at the same time.
His fingertips dig into your skin, signaling that he’s close as you push your ass back against him. Apparently, that all it takes to push him over the edge.
He bites his lip as he lets out a groan followed by a string of mumbled curses and your name. He cums into his underwear and you can feel it seeping through the dark fabric as he ruts weakly against you still.
It seems to have woken him though as he suddenly stops and let’s go of you. “Shit baby, I’m sorry I didn’t realize,” He apologizes, sighing and sitting up as you roll over and smile at him. “It’s fine, it was pretty hot anyway,” You shrug, moving over to cuddle against him.
He chuckles, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. “I need to go clean up, I feel disgusting,” He excuses himself to the bathroom to change as you laugh at his disgusted face.
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Day 7- Cockwarming with Steve Rogers
291 words
18 + only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS
Kinktober masterlist
A/N: hey guys, i have to repost all of my 18 days of Kinktober for now. Because my account got suspended last night. Many of you might have read them already, and maybe many more of you might read it for the first time. I'm not someone who asks for reblogs, likes are find by me. But for this one time...i would be very grateful if you could reblog it. To help me go back in the game. I'm sad that i lost all my works. But so grateful i wrote them on Word... Or i would have lost literally months of prepration.
So yeah, Hi again, i'm back, hopping to get back my first account.
Enjoy,
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Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)
TW: Dom/sub (dom steve), cockwarming, rough sex, p in v, pwp.
not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own
It was your thing. He comes back for a mission, long or short and he had to be inside you…just to feel you around him. Any hour, any moment of the day, it was the deal.
But how can you focus on your text when he’s so deep inside you? You hated and loved to cockwarming on your desk chair. You love it because, he’s hugging you most of the time and leaving kisses on your shoulders and neck. You hate it because you feel every ridge of his cock, every pulsation in your core and of his shaft.
“Stop squirming”, he warns, holding your hips tighter and pushing your chair more against the desk. “Stevie, it’s too much…”. He chuckles and grabs your breasts. “You can and you will take it, sunshine. Like you always do, I need to be inside you, you know I need it as much as you do.” You can only nod your agreement, holding back a moan, he just moved slightly pushing against your most sensitive spot.
“Good, now finish this text so I can bend you over this desk, it’s been almost two hours now and you don’t seem to have really… write that much.” That’s because he makes you unable to think more than three seconds for two hours. You take a deep breath and focus hard on your last paragraph. You know you will have to reread everything tomorrow but the biggest is still done.
You push the dot key. The last one final point of your text and you just have the time to save it, before he gets up and bends you over your desk, lifting your skirt and slaps your ass. “My fucking good girl, now you get reward.”
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m o u t h | stranger things ; s.harrington
|| taglist,babes + req rules + send ?s + masterlist + kinktober masterlist ||
** graphics made by me with help from google images /pinterest. the list I'm using for this provided by @the-purity-pen, please do go check out their writing and a huge thanks to them for allowing the prompts to be used. **
𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔
Summary ;
--- steve decides to prove he can talk dirty but how far will it go?
Pairing ;
Steve Harrington x fem!reader.
--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.
Warnings ;
--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, body fluids, oral sex / the sixty nine position, dirty talk, sliiightest hint of dominant!Steve, biting and marking.
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The door bangs shut behind you and you bend down, slipping a finger into the back of your high heel to pull it off your foot. Then you do the same with the other foot. Flexing your toes against hardwood flooring, you toss your keys onto the table by the door.
The television is going and Steve is sitting in front of it, the only light in the room coming off the lit screen.
“Honey, I’m home.” you laugh as you call out to him, making your way into the living room. When you flop down on the sofa near him, he jolts awake, swearing under his breath. A brow raised as soon as he realizes that you’re home early from yet another date.
“It’s only 9. What happened to “Don’t wait up for me, hm?”” Steve Harrington questions. Deep down, as guilty as he feels about it, a huge part of him is happy, thrilled even, that your dates keep turning into disasters.
And he’s dreading the day you float through the apartment door with that dreamy look in your eyes to tell him you’re in love.
You’re pouting and you grumble. “It was a disaster from the time the waitress gave us our menus to the time he talked me into going up to his apartment for drinks…” you trail off and sigh. It’s driving you insane, pretending to be interested in all these other guys when the one you really want is sitting right beside you on the sofa.
Steve tenses just slightly when you mention that you went up to your date’s apartment for drinks. “Oh?” he asks, giving you a chance to rant.
And you do, you tell him every single reason the date was a disaster and you don’t spare any details. Steve hates it, for the most part, but he listens. Laughing and groaning where needed, staring at pillowy red lips as you’re talking and you’re totally oblivious.
“He tried to talk dirty to me, y’know? And he’s soooo bad at it. He wouldn’t take the hint so I made up an excuse and I left. I mean…. He kept calling sex anything but and he kept being pushy about it, I got annoyed.”
“What’d he say?” Steve asks, not even sure why he wants to know.
“Oh no, no. It was dumb, okay? I’d rather forget.” you’re shaking your head and laughing softly. You’ve sprawled out on the couch now, the crown of your hair is nestled up against the side of one of his thick thighs. Steve tenses a little because no matter how often you cozy up to him like this when it’s just the two of you hanging out, he still gets thrown into an uproar.
He still finds himself imagining what it’d be like to pull you into his lap and kiss you until you can’t breathe or think straight. And the nights he’s imagined things going further than friendship between the two of you, it’s starting to really get to him.
“Tell me something he said. I have to hear this.”
“Steve, noooo.” you’re laughing because he’s trying to tickle you but the way his hands feel on your body is only making you wetter with each second that passes. “Okay, fine. First of all, he asked me if I wanted to let him make me a milkshake… and me, being me… I thought he was talking about an actual milkshake.” you palm your face and pull yourself to a sitting position, cringing as you replay it in your head. “He kept trying to grab me and ugh.. When he kissed me, I swear to God it was like he was trying to vacuum my mouth.”
Steve is snickering at first. And then he’s clutching his sides, practically howling with laughter. You’re pouting, your arms folded as you watch him. “Please… Like you can do better, king of the dad jokes.”
Steve’s laughter dies and he bites his lip, staring at your mouth for a second or two. Then he leans in and mutters quietly, “You really think I can’t talk dirty to you? Is that what I’m hearing right now?”
“Well..” you’re flustered. Not only is he licking his lips again but there’s this hazy gleam in his big brown eyes and he’s pulled your legs into his lap.. This wouldn’t be a big deal, it wouldn’t be the first time but.. It is the first time he’s let one of his hands settle on your bare thigh.
“Do you know how hard it is to control myself when I’m around you?” Steve questions, dragging the tip of his finger over your soft skin. His hand creeps up higher and he gives your thigh a squeeze and all this without breaking eye contact a single time. He transitioned from goofy playful Steve, your best friend and the man you secretly love, to calm. A lustful gleam in his eyes and his words coming out lower. Deeper.
You barely keep yourself from whimpering. “S-Steve?” you say his name, a confused look in your eyes. He chuckles. Starts to lean in closer but he pulls you onto his lap completely instead. You pout because you miss the roughness and warmth of his hand against your skin, but then he’s got you settled in his lap and you’re pressed right against his crotch and you gulp when you feel his cock twitch.
“Shh.. You’re the one who thinks I can’t talk dirty.” Steve’s tongue drags slow across the outline of his kissable lips. Your gaze hones in on this and you’re mesmerized. Dazed. Imagining for the millionth time since you met him what it might be like to kiss him.
“It’s your fault I’m so hard right now. Do you feel what you’re doing t’ me, baby?” he shifts around and the movement causes you to rub right against him. The whine comes out before you can stop it. You’re dripping right now. If he had one tenth of a clue what his teasing was doing to you right now.
But he doesn’t.
Because he’s just kidding, he has to be. He’s just being an ass and proving your assumption -that he can’t talk dirty, wrong.
Oh, is he ever.
His hand disappears between your bodies and you bite down on your lip as one of his fingers drags a line up your inner thigh. The dress you wore out tonight is short and it’s almost indecently so. It’s tight and low cut and it fits you like a second skin and when you bought it, Steve hated the idea of watching you walk out the door wearing it for everybody else.
He bites back a groan and bucks upward into you, his head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck.” he practically growls out the word. The hand that’s not dragging up and down your bare thigh beneath the short hem of the dress is moving up and down your side, stopping to squeeze your hip and rock you over the way he’s straining at the sweats he’s wearing just so you feel how much harder he’s gotten in the space of a few seconds.
Your breath hangs in your throat and you can’t resist, you’re rocking yourself over the thick bulge when it happens again. One of your hands settles on his broad and bare shoulder and your nails dance and drag over his skin and he growls. Leaning in closer, his mouth so close to yours that your lips touch with each word he says next. “I wanna touch you. Taste you. Feel you.”
“Fuck.” the word hangs in the air when you whimper it out. You’re back to rocking yourself back and forth over the way he’s strained so hard against his sweats. You keep trying to tell yourself this is just him, proving you wrong, proving to you that he can talk dirty, but then you lock eyes with him and the lust blacking out his pupils has you second-guessing everything you think you know. Hope growing.
“Steve..” you whine his name when he rocks himself up and into your throbbing cunt two times in a row and his fingers dig against black fabric as he squeezes your hip. His other hand creeps just a little higher, finger grazing against soaked black lace.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck.” he growls out the words, taking three very deep breaths as he tries to pull himself together one last time and fails. The hand up your dress settles over your wet,throbbing sex and he starts to rub you outside your panties. You rock yourself against the movement of his hands, each rock making you drag right over his cock.
By now, his intention to prove you wrong, to show you he can talk dirty, that’s fallen by the wayside and all he wants is to bury himself inside you. “Baby, I…” he starts to say something but then he grabs hold of the column of your neck with his free hand and pulls your mouth against his mouth. Your mouth falls open with little to no hesitation, a whimper swallowed by a frantic and oh so needy kiss, his tongue dominating your own, dragging over it. Massaging. The hand up your dress is moving faster to match the pace of your hips thrusting against it and now he’s bucking himself into you from below too.
The kiss breaks and you pull away to breathe. He’s still massaging your cunt and you’re getting wetter and wetter by the second. “I wanna fuck you so bad right now, fuck.” he half growls against your neck after pushing some of your hair out of the way so his mouth can latch onto your skin. You can feel the bruise forming already and you’re rocking yourself against the thick bulge in his sweats harder, pressing down into it more. Faster, urgent and needy whines falling from your lips and shattering the heavy tension in the air.
“Fuck me, Steve. P-please, baby. I need it, I-I… need you.” you moan out the words and Steve raises up off the sofa, carrying you down the hallway, into his bedroom.
Your back meets the closed door with a soft thud and his hands are all over you, so is his mouth. But he’s still at it, telling you every dirty little thing he wants to do to you. “I can’t wait to slide my cock inside you, princess.” his teeth latch onto the front of your throat as he says it, his voice dropping lower to add, “Mm.. fucking love the sounds you’re making, baby.” when you whimper and whine because his hand is back up your dress, the heel of it grinding right into your cunt makes the ache so much worse. You’re rubbing against him, one hand in his hair, tugging at it, begging for it against the shell of his ear.
In the back of your mind you do briefly entertain the thought that what you want is maybe not the best idea, but you want him so much, you’re so in love with him that the thought is shoved out as soon as it occurs.
“Gonna..” he bites into your neck and growls out quietly as he steps into his bedroom and tosses you onto the bed gently, following your body down and settling in on top of you, “Gonna ruin you for other men, baby… Do you want that?”
“P-please.” you’re whimpering helplessly as he’s pushing your legs apart wider with his body settled in between them, one of those big hands pushing up the bottom of your dress so that it’s up to your hips and when he gets his first glimpse of the soaked black fabric barely covering your cunt, he groans, staring at how wet you are in a trance. “Fuck.” he mumbles, licking his lips slowly, “Fuck, princess… You’re soaked.” he muses, glancing up at you, “Did I do this? Tell me, baby.” the demand is groaned out against your mouth as he crashes his mouth against yours all over again.
“Y-yes, ahhh fuck.” you whine and rock yourself up against the way his fingers drag right up your center, moaning his name, “Steve…Oh.. Mmm..” your eyes flutter open and closed. Thick fingers push soaked fabric to the side and work you open, burying up to the knuckles and neither one of you seems to want to stop, he does warn against your ear, “If you want me to stop…”
“No. Don’t you, ah..” your back arches as his fingers pump in and out of your wet cunt, the slosh and squelch as it happens making him even harder and forcing up a growl from deep within, you whine a little louder, “Don’t stop don’tstopdon’tstop, please..” your begging making the last thread of restraint Steve Harrington possesses currently shatter.
Your fingers catch in the waistband of his sweats and you tug, whining in need. He’s working the dress up off your body and you’ve never been more thankful in your entire life that it’s slip on and fairly easy to get off. The dress falls to the floor and you’re still tugging at his sweats as his fingers continue to fuck in and out of you and now, he’s added a third one so you feel stretched and the burn of it feels so good.
“Steve,” you beg, “ ‘S not fair.”
“It’s not my fault you’re wearing less.” he answers in a quiet whisper as he leaves a circlet of love bites around your neck, marking you so well that you won’t be able to hide them when he’s done. And he has to mark you, he wants something other than the memories burned into his brain that tonight actually happened, just in case.
He’s tearing off your panties now. Tossing them out onto the bedroom floor with the dress. Your legs squeeze against his sides and he groans as he makes his way down your body, settling between your thighs to bury his mouth in your pussy. You tug at his hair and he growls quietly, biting your inner thigh, sucking a mark into your skin as he kisses a trail upwards. As his tongue circles your clit and his mouth latches on, you rock your hips upward. His arms hook beneath your thighs and you’re pouting a little at the absence of his fingers, but then his tongue is buried deep in your pussy and he’s lapping up your juices, licking you clean. And using one of his hands to hold your hips against the bed so you have limited movement.
You tug at his hair, you can’t help yourself. “Harder. Pull harder, princess.” he half growls against your skin. When you pull harder like he wants, his lips latch onto your clit and you’re moaning his name, begging, “Steve, baby, c’mon… I..” you drag your nails down his back as he tilts your hips just the slightest and his fingers bury inside your cunt with his tongue and he’s so deep inside of you now that you can feel the tips of his fingers brush against spongy softness of your spot, “I wanna suck your cock…” you’re desperate, you need to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel and maybe a part of you thinks that if you do, maybe things will click and he’ll know how much you want him and love him without the scary price of having to say it aloud.
He chuckles against your pelvic mound, stopping just to raise his head and gaze up at you. There’s a fucked out gleam in your eyes, your whole body is tensed so tight that he knows you’re dangerously close. But hearing you say you want to suck him off is so fucking hot.
“I..fuck..” he growls, biting at your pelvic mound, sucking a mark against bare skin and making you tense up just a little more as you tug at his hair and try yet again to move your hips a little better, “I don’t wanna stop..” he admits quietly. “Wanna make you cum all over my tongue, baby. I wanna taste you.”
The idea comes to both of you at once. Steve stops and starts to work his way back up your body, pulling you on top of him once he’s settled, crashing his lips against yours as he mumbles into the kiss, “Turn around.”
You turn so that you’re facing away from him and he grabs hold of your hips, pulling you up to his face until you can feel his mouth latch against your throbbing cunt as his tongue disappears inside of you again, joined by three of his fingers on one hand as the other hand grips your hip to keep you up. You tug at his sweats and he raises his hips, letting you pull down his sweats and the second his cock springs free, throbbing and thick as it grazes against your waiting mouth, he groans and his hand digs into your hip. You flatten your tongue over the tip of his cock as you curl your fingers around his length and pump it up and down. He groans, his tongue and fingers stammering inside of you a few seconds as he adjusts to how fucking good your mouth feels wrapped around his cock when you take him into it, pumping your hands up and down.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.. Princess, fuck.” he groans, the sound sending pleasurable vibrations racing through your core and making your stomach coil even tighter as your thighs clench just so you don’t cum yet. “Princess, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my cock, fuck.” he groans out when you take him deeper in your throat, coming back up his length with a soft pop as suction breaks for a second or two. And then you’re deep throating him again, your nose pushed against coarse and short hairs, breathing in the scent of his musk. He’s pulling you back against his mouth, fucking you with his tongue and fingers, groaning and growling as you get wetter, the taste of you filling his mouth.
“C’mon, baby, cum on my tongue..” he’s thrusting his hips upward, fucking into your mouth clumsily as he tries to coax you into an orgasm. “You taste so fucking good, baby.. Want more.” he’s begging and it takes so little of his begging to send your orgasm smashing into you, your hips sputtering and your mouth coming off of his cock so you can come down from the high. Your nails have dug into his thighs slightly. Steve’s slurping and the slosh of your wetness has you whining, lowering your head to take him into your mouth all over again, deeper this time.
“Fuck.” Steve pants, fucking up into your mouth with shaky thrusts, “So close baby, so close.”
“Steve, p-please.” you moan around his cock, “Let go, baby..”
His cock throbs and his hands dig into your hips as he empties in your mouth. You swallow, the salty taste making you moan softly. You’re shaking by now and you turn around to face him, dragging the back of your hand across your mouth.
His hand tangles in your hair and he pulls your mouth down against his, his tongue running along yours as the taste of him and you combine.
“Still think I can’t talk dirty to you?” he questions as he pulls you flat on top of him and wraps his arms around you to hold you tight…
“I was wrong. I was so, so, so wrong.” you mumble, staring at him. Lost in his eyes. Still coming down from the high and trying to wrap your head around what's just happened...
He chuckles at your answer as his hands move up and down your bare back and you shiver, burrowing yourself down into him because his touch feels so good.
#steve harrington#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington x fem!reader#<- minors absofuckinlutely not. this is a general warning for all my adult content.#<- female reader ; vague description (female parts)#-> please read all warnings above before proceeding#tppkinktober2022#kinktober22#kinktober2022#kinktober 2022
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kinktober day two
dirty talk x "Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn't tease me."
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Gallavich Kinktober 2022
Hello, everyone! Are you ready for some (dirty) fun? Here are the prompts for this year’s kinktober. There are two for each day, one situational and one dialogue. You may choose only one or use both. You can also mix and match two or more days (in which case, please post on the day for the last prompt used and do mention all the days it fits so I can tag it accordingly). Reminder that all kinds of works are accepted and there’s no need to sign up. Simply post on the assigned day (or later, that’s fine, just make sure to mention what day(s) it is for) and remember to @ me so I can reblog it (just mentioning me in the tags won’t do, I can’t always see that). Let’s get this party started!
Day 1 - sex dream X “Touch yourself for me.”
Day 2 - dirty talk X “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”
Day 3 - uniform / costume X “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
Day 4 - thigh riding X “If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”
Day 5 - jealous / possessive sex X “I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum until I tell you to.”
Day 6 - exhibitionism / voyeurism X “I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.”
Day 7 - food X “If you want to cum you’d better beg.”
Day 8 - stripping / lap dance X “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”
Day 9 - 69 X “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”
Day 10 - latex / leather X “Did I say you could stop?”
Day 11 - orgasm denial X “Open your mouth.”
Day 12 - against a wall X “Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”
Day 13 - sex tape X “I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are.”
Day 14 - piercings X “You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.”
Day 15 - unusual sex positions X “Did you dress up just for me?”
Day 16 - massages X “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”
Day 17 - hair pulling X “Take it off. Slowly.”
Day 18 - sleepy sex X “Pull my hair!”
Day 19 - face sitting X “I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”
Day 20 - wax X “Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.”
Day 21 - cum kink X “I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth.”
Day 22 - innocence X “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”
Day 23 - handcuffs X “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”
Day 24 - scent X “You take my fingers so well don’t you?”
Day 25 - biting X “I love the sounds you make when you come undone.”
Day 26 - nipple play X “You look so good with my hand wrapped around your throat.”
Day 27- vanilla / slow & soft X “Is that a thong?”
Day 28 - tattoos X “You look good all soaking wet.”
Day 29 - punishment X “Suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.”
Day 30 - phone sex X “I need you. Now!”
Day 31 - Bonus / Free day
#gallavich#ian x mickey#shameless us#mickey milkovich#ian gallagher#Gallavich Kinktober#gallavich fanfiction#Kinktober22#mod post
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A Very Bad Girl
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Day 23 of Kinktober
Steve Harrington x Reader
Your boyfriend Steve doesn’t like when you sass him.
18+ MDNI
Kinktober Masterlist
Tw/tags: p in v unprotected, oral, orgasm denial, alcohol, leg riding, praise, BDSM elements, dom!steve sub!brat!reader
Beer. All Steve had to drink was beer. You hated the smell, the taste, you didn’t even like for him to kiss you when he was drinking. “It’s not much of a party if all I can do is watch you party,” you mumbled. He chugged down the second half of his drink, belched, and shook his head at you. “Robin said she’d be here in a couple hours, babe, chill.” He was sprawled out on the couch his parents gave him, looking around your new, mostly empty apartment.
“Can’t you just let me drive to get some wine?”, you pouted, falling to his feet and resting your face ok his thigh. “I’ll make it worth the worry,” you grin. “I would rather let Max Mayfield drive my car blindfolded than ever let you take my car anywhere, ever again.” That hurt. You had never been taught to drive, and the only time Steve tried to teach you, you hit two mailboxes and ran a red light in front of a police officer. He never let you live it down, nor had he ever trusted you with a set of keys since.
You pounced up and pulled on your sneakers. “I’ll walk, then,” you huffed. By the time you reached the end of your street, Steve was rolling along slowly right next to you. He hopped out and opened your door. “You owe me,” he hissed as he shut your door and made his way around the front of the car. “I know, babe. I owe you for everything in life. I’ll make it up to you one day.” Steve laughed, “you’re going to make it up to me as soon as we get home.”
When you make it back to your apartment, Steve starts removing his belt. His socks are just inside the door, and there’s a trail of clothes all the way to the open bedroom door. Assuming he needs a shower, you bounce into the tiny kitchen, digging through the drawers for the cork screw to open your Pinot Noir. As you poured your first glass, you heard Steve yelling your name from the bedroom. “What?”, you shouted back, taking a big drink.
Silence. You rolled your eyes. Carefully, you carried your wine with you into the bedroom. Steve was on the bed, his underwear barely hiding his massive boner. “Oh,” you smiled, sitting your drink down on your dresser. Steve pats the bed next to him as you pull your skirt off and let it fall to the ground. Steve stands and helps you pull your shirt up and over your head. As you dropped your arms, he caught one and left a trail of wet kisses up to your bicep. You felt the stirring of those butterflies who slept in your guts, only awakened by the man of your dreams.
His mouth left not a centimeter of your body untouched. The wet spot on your panties hinted to Steve that he had you exactly where he wanted you. As goosebumps faded from your skin, you kneeled before him and freed his throbbing dick from his underwear. It wobbled up and down, until you hastily took the entire length into your mouth. Steve was always so impressed at how well you managed his size. It was sometimes too much for sex, but you could swallow him whole any day.
Your gagging turns him on even more. He fucks down into your throat, his hands pulling your hair from your face and holding under your ears. “You’re so cute when you have a mouth full of me,” he beamed. Your eyes watered up at him, lashes fluttering. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. The golden hazel of his eyes charmed you like the eyes of a tiger creeping in the rainforest. The trance in which they held you only grew stronger when he told you, “you’re being daddy’s good girl.”
You climbed up on the bed. Your legs were spread wide, fingers sliding around your clit as you kept your eyes on him. For a moment, the only sound in the room was the wet smacking of you touching yourself. Steve noted your face beginning to tense up. He crawled across the bed to you, still in a predator stance, and removed your fingers. “Not a chance,” he growled. The tone in his voice gave him away. You knew immediately, this romp was going to be challenging.
It wasn’t often, but every once in a while Steve had to dominate you in bed. You wished you had made faster work of bringing yourself to orgasm. Your thighs slammed shut, wiggling as you tried to get some friction. “Do you want me to tie you to the bed again?”, Steve asked. You shook your head, relaxing in his grip. “Good girl,” he praised.
His hand cupped your jaw, stubble scratching at your cheeks as he feverishly kissed your mouth. His knee met you between your thighs. Involuntarily, your hips bucked towards the contact. With a sigh, Steve held down your wrists. “You can fuck yourself on my leg all you want, there’s no cumming today. You’ve been a brat all morning.” You accept the challenge, rolling your pelvis all over his thigh. You try your best to hide it as the warmth in your tummy starts to shoot up toward your head, but your breathing has changed and Steve knows. He cups your mound, removing all the pressure that was building.
A tear dances down your cheek and Steve wipes it off. “Don’t be sad, honey. You’re the one who couldn’t be patient. Now I’m going to make you wait.” Some hope returned as you decided if you were waiting, that was fine, as long as you were going to get there. Your pussy tightened and relaxed at the thought of finally being able to have an orgasm. The desire burned out again, Steve noticed how easily you could blink and keep open your eyes.
He lied down flat on his stomach, his velvety tongue lapping up the juices from your honey pot. “Oh fuck,” you hummed as he licked gently around your clit, sucking tight while still wiggling his tongue around you. Your hands ferociously buried themselves into his hair. You disregarded the established power dynamics long enough to cost his chin and nose in your juices. When your thighs started to squeeze around his head, Steve finally stood back and spread your legs so they couldn’t meet.
“Fuck, please?”, you beg, flashing your sad eyes at him. He glared at you, his face smashed up like he smelled something rancid. “What makes you think you’ve earned it?”, he asks, “what makes you think you deserve it?” You look down at Steve’s strong hands, still holding your thighs apart. “You told me I was a good girl,” you explained.
“You were taking care of me. That was a very good girl. Now you’re being greedy. That’s a very bad girl,” he said. Your bottom lip stuck out and you clicked your tongue in protest. “I already told you to wait. Now you’re going to make this even worse on yourself.” The agony of being inches from cumming, only to be denied the dive off the cliff, made your insides raw.
Steve spread your legs and slowly slid his dick up and down along your slick. He bounced it on your clit a few times before teasing just at your opening. “Shit,” he gasped, your pussy pulling him in and drowning him. “You’re so wet,” he sighed. When he finally pressed himself as far as he could reach, you let out a wild moan, your hips flexing to maneuver your clit against him. There was a sinister grin upon his face. Keeping his dick deep inside you, he reached his thumb between your lips onto your tongue. You sucked tight against it, causing Steve to let out a breathy moan.
As you released his thumb he shot it down between your legs. He quickly fucked into you, slamming his meaty head into your throbbing g-spot. His thumb smashed sloppy trails around your clit. You clenched around him and arched your back, rising off the bed and up against him. “I’m gonna cum, Steve,” you wailed. The pressure was so intense you cried.
Nothing. You felt like throwing up. In a second, you had been left empty and on the precipice of the strongest orgasm you’d had in months. Long, hot ropes of cum spurted across your belly and thighs as Steve finished all over you. You could see he was enjoying your disappointment. Once he was done, he stayed on his knees between your legs. The doorbell rang; Robin had arrived. “Clean yourself up,” he commanded, grabbing his pants and headed to the front door.
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KINKTOBER DAY 17- SWEET SUGAR CANDYMAN - FRED WEASLEY
Warnings: food play, oral (M), Oral (F), sex
Fred Weasley awoke to the sweet smell of chocolate chip cookies coming from the kitchen. He loved being home because his mother always made sure there were enough treats. And as he ate she always complained about how her kids weren’t being fed enough and that they were all skin and bone and it’s her job to keep them healthy before handing them a gift box full of their favourite foods.
However, as he descended the stairs he was surprised that it wasn’t his mother cooking but his fiancé. She was standing in the Weasley kitchen listening to muggle music on their dad's record player wearing nothing but his T-shirt and a pair of booty shorts.
She danced around the kitchen stirring the bowl by hand. She loved muggle cooking and preferred wizard cleaning. He snaked his hands around your waist as he moved your long hair to kiss down your neck. “It smells so good”he said sniffing you as you giggle.
“ Where is everyone?” he asked breath tickling your neck “Everyone is enjoying the hot weather, they are shopping, eating or have errands to do, so we are home alone, I woke up early and asked Molly if I could bake some treats for everyone ” he smiled at this as it was rare to see his large family all out at the same time, and even rarer was it for his mother to let anyone into her kitchen. This brought a bigger smile to his face knowing you were accepted by his family.
As his hands reach under your shirt to feel your chest feeling the hard nipples in his hands while he kisses you passionately. He stops to pull the shirt over your head “ I love this shirt on you but I love it better off”
He takes a cookie off the counter and pops it into his mouth, savouring the hot chocolate taste and oozing melting chocolate. As he moans. You swat his bare chest with your hand. “Freddy, don’t spoil your appetite”. His cock twitched at this as he raised his eyebrows at you. He reached into your hand prying the bowl out of your hands and setting the bowl down on the bench, As he kisses you.
“ I couldn’t possibly spoil my appetite for you love, us Weasleys have a good appetite and we love to eat” As he said that he presses himself into you and you feel his cock stir in his pants. With one swift motion he swept everything off the counter with his arm and lifts you onto it. “ oh what a mess” you sigh as he kisses you, hands travelling down your body. “ I’ll clean it,” he says with a wave of his wand.
He takes a moment to admire you sitting on his childhood home's kitchen bench in nothing looking like a snack“ I think I’m starving for you I need my breakfast” he says kissing you. “Freddy aren’t you full from last night?” You ask about your quiet bedtime antics in his old bedroom. “Weasleys have massive appetites” he mumbles against your mouth as he lifts you into his arms as takes your shorts off before putting you down again.
As you put your face to his and kiss his lips, his neck and ears with your passionate mouth, your hands work his Pyjama pants down as he steps out of them.
You wrap your legs around his waist with his cock in his hand pointing straight up to your entrance. You moan against him as his cock enters you with a push of his waist. Slowly at first but quicker with each pump. As he started to drive his cock deeper and deeper inside you. Your hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, matching him stroke after stroke.
And then it happened, the release of energy as passion from each other to each other as he explodes inside you and you also erupt, as you exchange bodily fluids in an act of passion and love. They come down in a sweaty, panting mess, their lips and tongues still exploring each other’s mouths. You untangle your bodies as your able to get your ability to move your legs without shaking. You smell an unpleasant smell wafting from the oven.
You jumped down off the bench running over to the oven and opened the door to a charcoal catastrophe. “Freddy they burnt,” you said pulling the tray out of the oven to show him. His hand smooths over your hair “don’t worry love, I’ll help you make more”.
Both of you getting dressed in your pyjamas again. He cleaned while you worked away on the batter for the second time. You scooped them onto the tray as Fred stood close behind you brushing your hair out of your face as he says “ hey, you have a little something there” next thing you feel his tongue licking down your neck.
You gasp as you lean closer to him, his mouth leaving little marks on your neck. His finger dipped into the mixture before running his fingers down your chest leaving a sticky cookie batter behind. “I’ve made you sweeter,” he says before he pulls your clothes off once again, as he dips his long finger into the batter again drawing on your body with food, from your chest, your abdomen. Before you knew it, there was more cookie dough on you than in the bowl.
As he smirked “my favourite part, licking you clean” his lips clash against yours moaning together, before his tongue follows the trail he left himself. Your moans fill the air as his tongue continues down your neck, your chest paying special attention to your nipples sucking them firmly. His hands hold your waist as his tongue licks down your abdomen as it continues down.
Your breathing gets shallower as he licks further and further down your body, as his teeth gently nibble your thighs close to your wet centre. He lifts his head to look at you “my favourite candy” before plunging his lips against you, his tongue thrashing against your clit, you groaned as you pushed his head deeper against you. You moan as he parts your wet folds and slides his tongue into you. Licking the remaining cum left inside you. As you writhe in pleasure, squirming as he holds your hips tight to stop you from moving around against his face. He flicks his tongue again and again into you before flicking your clit faster and faster. You can feel another orgasm building up until you feel your inner walls spasm, and wetness rushes out of you.
You sigh contently as you rummage in the refrigerator “ I’m missing an ingredient” you announced. Pulling out a can of whipped cream. You smile to him shaking the can up to thicken the mixture inside. “All this fucking and I haven’t ate” you whine as you push him back onto the bench.
His cock stands up straight, stiff and hard as you leave a generous helping on his abdomen, his cock and balls. You softly kiss down his stomach. Relishing in the salty taste mixed with delicious sweet cream feeling his abdomen flex as you lick. You dragged your tongue across one of the blobs of cream kissing and licking closer to his groin.
He sucked in a breath as your tongue ran the length of his penis. Licking off the sugary coating leaving behind your saliva on his skin. You brought the can over him again spraying little trails of cream over his cock before your tongue licked him clean with slow strokes.
Your mouth came down to lick the wetness from his tip tongue swirling over his slit. You slid him further filling your mouth with his long cock. Feeling his hips buck up pushing himself further. A satisfying popping sound as you released him.
Your hands continued to twist up and down his shaft. Your lips traced the vein on the underside of his cock. Earning a groan from Fred. As your tongue worked him. With each bob of the head, you tried to take him in a little further.
Until you could feel him at the back of your throat. He gripped your hair roughly bucking against your mouth. You were aware he was ejaculating as you felt streams of liquid coat your tongue. As he started to descend from his convulsions. She released her mouth from him.
“Bloody Hell,” said Ron dropping his bags at the door. surveying the mess of the kitchen as well as his naked brother and his soon-to-be sister-in-law.
“Hey, brother want a cookie? ” Fred said nonchalantly. “God, this is what they are like at home I gotta move out,” sighed George. “Hey George,” you said, waving your wand to clean the kitchen before turning to Fred “hey babe I am a hot sticky mess, wanna have a shower?” Fred’s eyebrows shot up as he chased you up the stairs.
“Like Rabbits those two” Ron Scoffed.
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Title: Edge
Pairing: Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Kink Prompt: Edge [Edging]
Word Count: 1,833
Summary: You and your sorority sisters go to a frat party on the old part of campus.
Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Drugging, Devil Worship, Horror, Drug use, Smut, Darkfic, AU: Dark, Dead Dove: Do not eat, Minors DNI!
A/N: entry number six!! i hope you all enjoy. divider by @firefly-graphics
It’s the buzzing you’re aware of first, the noise reaching thin fingers in through your eardrums to poke at your subconscious. The steady, low drone breaks through the hazy gloom of unconsciousness, and you follow it back to the waking world, opening bleary eyes to stare around the room. It looks like a storage area, with furniture covered in white sheets, crates and boxes stacked in the dusty corners. There are old, tarnished looking candelabras on almost every surface, with thin white candles burning in an effort to fight back the darkness.
Sensation follows after. Sharp pleasure, almost uncomfortable in its intensity, rockets up your nerve endings burst like fireworks behind your glassy eyes. You whimper, writhing as you try to dislodge the pressure at your core.
“Welcome back, baby,” the low drawl draws you further out of your stupor, and you lick at your chapped lips as you squint around the room. Bright points of light float across your vision, dancing like motes of dust in the still, thick air. Fingers snap right next to your ear, and you wince, moaning as you try to shy away. Something hard digs into your wrists as you try to pull them down from their position above your head, and it takes your addled brain a moment to recognize the thick leather straps for what they are.
Restraints.
“W-what, what’m doin’ here?” You mumble, the words sloshing together drunkenly in your mouth. The buzzing grows louder and you huff through your teeth as warm, honeyed pleasure blooms in your addled brain. Your hips arch upward before falling back down onto the mattress underneath you. Even as your vision swims, you’re able to recognize the grinning face of the man who squats in front of you. “Ran..?”
“Hi, baby.” He’s still wearing his devil costume from earlier, the plastic red horns sticking up out of his otherwise neat and impeccable hair. Your recollection of this evening are blurry and run together like wet paint, but you can recall bits, pieces; dredging the pieces up from the murky mess of your thoughts. The memories are patchy and dull like old film, but they’re there.
You remember arriving at the party, wobbling up the stairs to the frat house in your heels, being welcomed by the butler—what fucking frat house has a butler?—and being handed the thin, silver necklace that still lays against your bare breast. “A welcoming gift,” he’d said. “Everyone gets one.” You remember leaning against the wall, your arms folded against the heavily-used one-liners and generic complements—Ransom introducing himself with a flourish, baggies of brightly colored pills held between his fingers—
“It’s better than what anyone else’ll try to sell you in this shithole. Just one, you’ll be flying all night.”
Ransom squats down beside the thin mattress, clucking his tongue at you.
“There she is,” he replies snidely as you drag your bleary eyes up to his. “I have to admit, I was getting a little impatient.” Something clicks, and the buzzing between your thighs grows in volume and intensity. You squeak, huffing through your teeth at the shocking pleasure. The vibrating wand is pressed tight against your clit, wedged there between your thighs. You whine as he changes the rhythm, the pulses further apart but no less powerful.
“H-el-p,” you cry out the syllables hoarsely as Ransom rubs at your thighs. He chuckles, easing them apart with a wide grin. His teeth look almost too sharp in the candlelight, and for a moment, his eyes look sickly, sulfur yellow instead of the clean, crystal blue you remember.
“Oh baby. I don’t think anyone’s going to hear you.” You struggle against the straps as his fingers slide through the slick between your thighs, but your feet slide weakly against the mattress, your limbs limp and uncooperative. Ransom picks up the vibrator, his eyes gleaming as he circles your entrance with it. “Everyone else is quite busy.”
Over the muffled sound of distant music and conversation, you hear something that sounds like a wail. It’s cut short, ending abruptly as Ransom clucks his tongue.
“See?” He runs his tongue across his lips almost thoughtfully before he lowers them to your temple. “Busy.” You loose a whine as you feel yourself begin to stretch around the toy, Ransom’s fingers fluttering from your swollen, sticky clit to your entrance and back again. You don’t know how long you’ve been like this, fading in and out of wakefulness as Ransom toys with you, but by the way your cunt desperately clenches around the tip of the toy, it must have been a while. He pulls it away as your stomach begins to knot, hips arching up towards the vibrator.
Your already sluggish thoughts are further muddied by the pleasure, and it’s hard for you to remember why you didn’t want it in the first place. The window of clarity offered by your adrenaline is beginning to close. Your skin is hyper-sensitive, and every nerve ending practically sings when Ransom places the vibrator back against your clit.
“Stoppit,” you say clumsily. “Ran, Ion’t wan’t—”
“Shh, shh. I don’t care.” Briefly, the shadows behind him seem to roil and swell into a colossal hulking beast with horns and a crown of black fire—“The deal’s struck, baby. All signed and sealed up nice.”
You want to argue that you don’t remember signing anything, only the words jumble together loosely in your throat and then refuse to come together at all, a stream of babble bubbling up from between your lips. Briefly, you recall stumbling after a hooded figure, a sharp pin pricking the pad of your thumb, pressing it against yellow, old parchment and leaving a dark, bloody thumbprint—
He tosses the vibrator away, and it hits the floor somewhere behind him. The respite from his onslaught is brief. You cry out as Ransom attaches his mouth to your pussy, his tongue slithering through your folds as he hums with approval.
You’re panting soon, whining and writhing as he curls his fingers against the softness of your hips. Something’s wrong, but you don’t know what, can’t quite grasp the thought as Ransom lashes your clit with his tongue.
So close, so close—
He pulls away as you crest, and the lack of sensation keeps you from falling over into bliss. You whine, tugging uselessly at your bound wrists before looking frantically at Ransom, your eyes glassy with tears.
He wipes your slick from his chin before tapping it with his index finger. “What is it?” He manages to look pleasantly irritated. “I know you can see I’m busy.” You grit your teeth as he circles your puffy, wanting entrance with a finger and then sinks it in. “Well?”
“Pl-please,” you mumble, your slurred, desperate plea louder than the muffled protests ringing in the back of your mind. Ransom rises from between your legs, and makes quick work of the red sweater and black slacks. He leaves the horns on, though, and dizzily you wonder why you can’t see the headband they’re attached to. Ransom drags his thumb across your lips before he reaches above your head, and you feel his hand play at the straps.
Even if you could think to run now, your legs wouldn’t hold you up. You reach feverishly for Ransom, and he obliges, slotting his hips between your thighs.
“You want to cum, don’t you baby?” He asks, his lips twisting snidely as he slaps his cock against your cunt. You whine, nodding eagerly. He fists it in one hand as he slides the other against your pussy, cupping it. He draws back only to push against your entrance with a groan. “If you squeeze me real good, maybe I’ll let you.”
You shudder and moan as he sinks in, the stretch both too much, and too good to stop—though you’ve no choice either way. Ransom’s breath whistles out through his lips appreciatively.
“Tii-iight,” he draws the word out into multiple syllables. “Fuck, you feel like a goddamn fist.” Ransom’s praise makes you tighten around him even further, and he curses. Finally, you feel his balls slap against you, and you choke out a strained breath, fingers scrabbling at his sturdy shoulders. You press your head back against the mattress when he pulls out and sinks back in, your mouth open in a blissful o.
His cock seems to take up every available bit of space inside you, filling you until you think you might burst. He fucks into you with slow, deep thrusts, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip as he leads you again toward the edge—only this time, he doesn’t stop as you approach. You cling to him desperately, and Ransom snarls in your ear, his fingers digging into your hip and shoulder—
“Cum.”
There is no God present to stop your descent into sinful bliss—and perhaps there never was. You are washed in warm, sticky pleasure, your body convulsing as finally you do, you cum, whining and crying. You’re a blank slate as the pleasure washes over you, dragging you down into unthinking satisfaction. It rolls over you in waves, crushing your conscious thoughts beneath it. Ransom’s hips still, and he huffs through his bared teeth as your cunt milks him dry. You can feel the scalding warmth of him against your insides.
You stare up at him blankly as his eyes go that sickly, yellow green once again, and you could swear the tongue that passes over his lips is forked.
“The deal’s just for tonight, but,” he taps you on the tip of your nose as you pant up at him. “I think I’ll keep you.” His eyes fall to the cleft between your heaving breasts. They narrow with distaste as he glares at the pendant resting there. “Take that off for me, would you sweetheart?”
No. Your fried synapses are unprepared for the vehemence and certainty of the thought. You’re not… you’re not supposed to take it off, though you can’t remember why. Dimly, you can recall snatches of instructions, repeated harshly as you struggled to stand—
“Nnnngh,” you mumble, your head rolling on your neck as you try to shake it. “No’ s’posed to.”
Ransom rolls his eyes. “Take it off.” His voice is loud, too loud, and all around you like it’s being spoken by infinite mouths. It beats uncomfortably against your skull, like it’s something you’re not meant to hear. You whine as the discordant voices grow louder and more demanding, their shrieking vibrating in your bones as you writhe—
You rip the necklace off, the thin silver chain snapping as you pull at it like a madwoman, flinging it into some unseen corner of the room while Ransom heaves a pleased sigh.
“Good girl.” He licks his lips, and again you smell something rotten, sulfur— His eyes gleam in the dark like a cat’s as he leans over you. “Now we can have some real fun.”
fin
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day 25 lactation with sub!Andy Barber (407 words)
+18s only
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It was a long day for Andy, a very long day. He just wanted to see his babies. He walked in the bedroom and dropped his bag on the floor, causing you to shush him harshly. “I just got her asleep baby” Andy smiled softly over at the cot, his little girl, only 8 weeks old.
Andy looked at you confused. “Did you not pump?’’ you shrugged and kissed his head. “Pump broke today’’ Andy sighed and kissed your chest, but watched as more milk began to leak through your grey top. “Fuck’’. You whispered, grabbing the cloth that was over your shoulder and pressed it to your nipple. You winced as the soft fabric still felt rough against your nipple and Andy looked at you saddened but also intrigued.
Andy sat up a little. “Here baby let me help’’. You nodded and he began to roll up your shirt, licking his lips as more milk dribbled out. He scooted down so he was face to face with your nipple and you looked at him shocked. “A-are you sure Ands?’’. He nodded and gently wrapped his lip around your nipple. You sighed as milk began to stream out, Andy moaning softly, as he slots your leg in between his, gently grinding against you. You stroke his hair. ‘’That’s it puppy.. Drink up’’ he moaned more and rolled his hips against you, his cock bulging out of his navy slacks.
He pulled off to take a break and panted. “You’re so sweet mommy’’ you smiled and stroked his hair as he latched back on, still looking up at you. You flexed your thigh and he groaned more. You reached down and stroked his cock gently. “My good boy, gonna make a mess in his pants?’’ He nodded and moaned, groaned as he came, making a mess in his pants. He pulled off slowly and looked up at you. ‘’Thank you baby’’. He smiled and you stroked his cheek. “Always my little puppy”
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yandere!eunwoo x fem!reader || breath play + praise — anon || additional: stalker eunwoo || wc: 590~
— stalking
all kinktober drabbles are smut and mature rated; if you are a minor DNI
"You look so pretty."
His voice is very low as he walks behind you, hands shoved into his pockets and hood over his head to keep his face from the cold. You stop and walk into the bakery down from your room and Eunwoo pauses, moving to hide in the shadows.
"Why are you smiling at him? God, I love you."
His phone vibrates in his pocket and he knows it's you, he can see you looking at your phone before putting it into your pocket. You're telling him that you'll be home soon and grabbing him some pastries that he likes.
"Where would I be without you?"
Eunwoo makes sure that he gets back to the apartment before you get there. He can't wait to see you, to feel you in his arms as he hugs you and welcomes you home from work. It's been torture, having to do his work while knowing you are surrounded by other men that aren't him. It pisses him off when he knows that he has to spend several hours a day without you and so he makes up for it by making sure that you get home safe.
Sure, he could be normal and pick you up from work but why would he bother going home if you aren't there? So Eunwoo waits outside your job, watching you.
The door opens and he's immediately on you, pushing you against the wall and making you drop the bag that you were holding. "I've missed you," he mutters against your lips while his hands travel over your body and up to hold your face. "You're so beautiful."
You giggle as Eunwoo has you melting at his touch, "we saw each other this morning." It doesn't matter to him, he's still dragging you to the bedroom and undressing you as you move through the apartment.
Soon, you're under him, his lips whispering his love and adoration against your skin as he slowly enters you. "I can't get enough of you. You are perfect." He kisses you as you moan, capturing and stealing your breath away.
Literally.
As he starts to thrust into you, his fingers curl around your throat, adding a small amount of pressure. He loves being in control like this, he loves the way he can take away your breath and how much you trust him to do so.
"You look so pretty like this~" He whispers, watching as your lips part, head fuzzy because Eunwoo had tightened his hold and further restricted your air supply. "Gasping for air," he lets go, letting you take deep breaths as he gently rubs your neck. "I hold your life in my hands, don't I?"
"There's nobody else I'd want to do it." Those words filled up his ego, his need to know that you are his and only his.
You used to be worried, as his hand move to their familiar place and you feel light-headed, but now you enjoy it as much as he does. It makes you feel so good, makes you tingle as he takes you to the brink and pulls you back. As your orgasm comes, building quickly, you nearly pass out as it hits you while you're already seeing spots but Eunwoo lets go at the right time so that you don't lose consciousness.
"I'm not finished, my love." He whispers against your lips, nipping at them, "don't pass out yet." He grins as he looks at your glazed-over eyes and fucks into you harder, faster. "Not yet~"
#kinktober22#kvanity#eunwoo drabbles#cha eunwoo drabbles#astro drabbles#eunwoo smut#cha eunwoo smut#astro smut#♛ — ©iridescentxstars
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To sleep, perchance to dream
AN: And here we are - 30th October, the penultimate day of Kinktober. And it wouldn't be me if I didn't go slightly off piste and go with niche character, or in this case, characters. I hope you enjoy!
I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Main Masterlist
Beta’d by @sidepartskinnyjeans
Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.
Grouping: Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom
CW: Somnophilia, Tentacle (well tendril) sex, CNC, kink negotiations, exophilia, throuple, banter, explicit sexual content
Word count: 2k
You knew when you broached the subject how they’d react; Eddie with concern and some trepidation, and Venom with outright glee and enthusiasm.
“Are you going to sleep now, Bean? How long until I…we can start?”
He coiled around your body, squeezing you gently, his eyes large, his mouth wide. You brought your hand to your mouth to cover your giggle. The symbiote really was adorable sometimes, reminding you of a large puppy, or a toddler, in how he latched onto a fun idea and wouldn’t let go.
“Slow down V. We have to all be in on this idea - comfortable with it.” As you turned your attention to Eddie you were aware of Venom’s head resting on top of yours, no doubt his gaze aimed heavily at his host.
“So, what do you say,baby? Up for something a bit…risque? We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Poor Eddie looked a little flustered, although he often did anyway, and you worried for a moment that this idea of yours went a bit too far for him. However, there was a flush creeping up his neck, and if you weren’t mistaken, his sweatpants looked a little…tented. You tried not to smile. He was definitely in, he just wanted to take some time to think it through before saying yes.
“I…well, I just want to make sure that you’ve thought it through, cos we… I don’t want to hurt you.”
He gave you a wan smile and you felt your heart trip.
Venom swung around, his head hovering between you, his annoyance palpable.
“I do not want to hurt our little Cocoa Bean either. I am not stupid, Eddie…”
You cupped Venom’s face, turning him back towards you.
“No-one is calling to you stupid, V. Are they, Eddie!”
You shot a pointed look at you human boyfriend who shook his head and waved his hands.
“No, nope. No stupid people… aliens… here.”
With that little speed bump smoothed over, you continued your conversation with Eddie.
“I trust you. I trust both of you. I wouldn’t be here at all if I didn’t. And…” You smiled at them both in turn. “It could be really fun. You in Eddie?”
He smiled back, drawing you closer to sit in his lap and Venom coiled himself around the pair of you.
“I’m in, sweetheart. If you want it, I’ll do it. And you’re right, it could be fun.
“Hooray! Eddie doesn’t suck!”
“V, be nice.”
You’d organised your plan for a few days later; a Friday night so you’d have the whole weekend to recover and decompress.
Eddie and you had had a few more discussions about what was to come, V getting very grumbly when you had to calm down his exuberance. But you were excited, and you knew Eddie was as well.
Coming out of the bathroom, dressed in a lacey negligée, that barely concealed any of your body, you smiled coyly at your partners, who were hovering in the doorway. Sashaying across the room, you perched on the side of the bed, swallowing down the two tablets you’d placed on the bedside table earlier.
“Come lay with me, you two.”
You opened your arms, welcoming them to you. Eddie had on a pair of black briefs, that snuggly hugged his hips. You lay down, Eddie’s head against your breast and Venom’s disembodied head resting on your stomach.
“It’ll take about 30 mins. And you don’t have to start straight away.”
“But we want to!”
You chuckled, Venom’s head bouncing as you did.
“I will wake up eventually, you know, if it gets to a certain level of, umm, roughness.”
Venom just grinned at you, saliva dripping from his fangs, in a look that would have been terrifying if you didn’t know him, didn’t understand his intent.
You yawned, the tablets starting to take effect, and you snuggled down into the mattress. Eddie’s voice rumbled deeply across your chest.
“And you’re still happy to go ahead, sweetheart?”
“Totally green, baby. Totally green.”
Forty mins later and you were fast asleep, your entire body relaxed in a chemically assisted slumber. Eddie looked down at you, his excitement warring with his trepidation. You wanted this. You were happy for him and V to do this to you. And the idea, well he (and V, obviously) had already jacked off in the shower more than a handful of times in the last few days just thinking about it.
“Stop being a pussy, Eddie. Our Bean is asleep now, look!”
A tendril erupted from Eddie’s body and shoved at you. You just rocked from the momentum, snuffled a bit and went back to your quiet snores.
“V! Don’t do that!”
“But I was showing you. We can start!”
Eddie rolled his eyes as Venom licked his lips.
“I know you want to Eddie….your cock is awake!”
“Fuck’s sake.” He blew out a shaky breath. “Okay. Okay. Just like normal. She’s just asleep.”
He reached out, and placed his hand on your calf. He marvelled at the softness of your skin. You’d gone all out for this fantasy, and realising that made his cock chub up more. When he slid his hand up, over your knee to your thigh, and you didn’t stir, his touch became bolder. His other hand found your other leg, and he rubbed up and down, massaging your lush flesh.
One of Venom’s tendrils appeared next to Eddie’s hand, wrapping around your thigh, snake like, creeping up towards the small lace panties you had on under the negligée. A second tendril travelled up your body, over the sheer fabric to curl over and around your breast, the tip of it over your nipple. The tendril rippled, rhythmically, and a small breathy sigh left your mouth.
Venom sniffed the air and grinned at Eddie.
“Bean likes it. She is leaking. It smells good. When do I get to taste?”
“Take it slow, you parasite. Jeez.”
“Do not call me that, Eddie. If Bean were not here I would…”
“Yeah, yeah, you big baby. It’s just that we’ve got all night. Don’t be so impatient.”
Eddie’s hands moved higher and he leant forward, pressing his lips to the skin just above the swell of your breasts.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.”
He knew you couldn’t hear him, but he was used to talking to you in bed; it would have felt weirder not to.
“Can’t believe you’re letting us do this. I wonder when you’ll wake up. What will be the thing that pulls you from your slumber?”
He sealed his mouth over the breast that Venom wasn’t massaging, sucking at it, gauzy lace and all, flicking his tongue over your nipple. You sighed again, and your legs shifted, moving further apart.
“I am going to remove Bean’s underthings. I want to taste her.”
From the corner of his eye, Eddie saw Venom’s tendrils grip the waistband of your panties, and with a tug, rip them from your body.
“Careful! She paid good money for this outfit.”
“I will buy her another one”
“You don’t have any money, idiot. How are you going to do that?”
“I am not an idiot. I will just eat someone who does have money, and use theirs.”
“Eating people is not the solution to every problem, you know.”
“It might be.”
Shaking his head, Eddie decided to return to worshipping your body. He moved to your other breast, now released by Venom, and the symbiote wrapped himself around your prone legs, lifting them and holding them wide so he had full access to your pussy.
Eddie heard Venom growl and glanced down to see his long tongue worming its way between your legs. Even in a deep sleep you reacted to the slick intrusion, your hips jerking and your mouth letting out a deep moan. Venom pulled back with a grin.
“She’s so sweet, Eddie. Come, taste.”
Eddie moved down your body, slipping between your thighs and burying his head in between them, his tongue tracing a similar, if not so deep, path. He groaned as he tasted you. He wasn’t surprised when he felt Venom’s tongue sliding in beside his own, felt Venom’s touch caressing his skin. They worked in tandem, gently coaxing the pleasure from your body. Your breathing increased, letting out small gasps in your sleep, until your body trembled and the pair felt you gush onto them.
Venom withdrew his tongue, and, manifesting more tendrils, worked to pull Eddie’s brief’s from his body.
“Fuck her, Eddie. She wants it. Want’s us!”
Eddie repositioned himself, leaning over your body, taking in the slight sheen of sweat on your skin. With Venom holding your lower body aloft, it was easy for him to sink into the warm clutch of your pussy.
“Oh, fuck!”
Your body was relaxed and welcomed him easily. He started off with slow, firm strokes, wanting to enjoy this as much as he could before you inevitably woke. He watched Venom’s tendrils cover you more; coiling around your stomach, and your breasts. Sliding down under your ass.
Even if Eddie hadn’t heard the small whimper leave your lips, signalling that Venom had wormed his way into your tight hole, he’d have known it by the way he could feel the roiling tendrils press up against his cock through the thin wall separating them.
“V! Shit! Jesus!”
Your moans were becoming louder, your movements more pronounced and both Eddie and Venom knew you’d wake soon. Eddie’s thrusting lost rhythm momentarily when he felt Venom wrapping around his hips, trailing lower and he looked down to see inky blackness cockscrewing around his cock as it moved in and out of you. Venom squeezed, but before Eddie could utter a sound, his long tongue curled into his host’s mouth.
This was the image you woke to, a delirious Eddie rutting into you, Venom invading his mouth and a writhing fullness in your ass. A guttural moan had barely left your lips before a tendril pushed between them, gagging you, overstimulating you.
Your orgasm wracked your body, the muscles in your pussy and ass spasming, squeezing down hard on the intrusions. You squirted, covering your lovers in your spend. Venom pulled himself for your and Eddie’s mouths, allowing the latter to lean over you, and press his lips to yours. As your tongues tangled and your hands grabbed Eddie’s short hair, you felt Venom slipping his tongue into your mouth, a sloppy three-way kiss - he didn’t like being left out.
You could also feel Venom rippling around Eddie’s cock inside you, and you weren’t surprised when a few moments later Eddie let out a deep growl, filling you with his cum.
He dropped to the bed next to you, looking fucked out and sweaty. Slowly and gently, Venom retracted his tendrils from their hold on and in your body. He licked them, making appreciative noises, before they retreated back into Eddie’s body.
Your head was fuzzy, the sleeping tablets still trying to coax your body into their embrace.
“Woah!” Next to you, Eddie snorted.
“Woah, indeed. You feeling okay, sweetheart?”
Not sure you could string a coherent sentence together, you nodded and then turned your body into Eddie’s, nuzzling in close. Feeling a butting at you hand, you lifted your arm to let Venom slip under it, joining the group hug.
“Was great. Sleep now.”
“You are going back to sleep, Bean? Does that mean you want to do it again?”
“No, you idiot. She means actual, real sleep. All of us.”
“I… am… not… an idiot!”
“Well stop acting like one.”
As Eddie and Venom continued to bicker, you allowed a soft smile to spread across your face and let yourself fall back to sleep; part of the strangest throuple ever.
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day 24- Pegging with Chris Evans
1329 words
18+ only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS
Kinktober masterlist
A/N: that's a fucking wet dream this fic. Like...i wish i could do that so bad ahaha, anyway. My inner whore sings that kinktober, hope you will enjoy it as much as i did while writing it.
Yes the gif i used..it's an excuse, because it always makes me feel things hehe.
Enjoy,
Cloudy
Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)
TW: anal (pegging, male receiving), mention of oral (r receiving), praise kink, dom!reader (no name calling though), Chris is called a pretty boy and he wikes it. Two idiots in love, bff in love.
not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own
“So, you’ve done it, multiples time”, he asks you with pink cheeks.
“Yes I did, Chris. Why?”
Well, the why is…he wants you to peg him.
You’re his best friend from…he can’t even remember, he just knows he can trust you and…fuck he’s not gonna lie, he always wanted to have you…more than just friend.
“I want to try.”
You laugh, not mocking, genuinely because you never thought the conversation was leading to this particular aspect of your sex life. Especially with your best friend, whom you had a big crush on for the past years.
“You want me to peg you?”
He nods and looks at you up down. “Yeah, I’ve…been thinking about it from some time now. Would you like to do it? You can say no, but I trust you with my life…”
“And your ass apparently”, you joke and you both laugh.
Three weeks later, Chris is stopping by your place. You are a bit…eager to be honest. You said yes, because you’ve dream of fucking America’s ass for some time now and even more since he asked you. You already have the strap on, under your sweats. He told you; he wanted you to have the complete control. He was submitting to you.
“Hey” he greets you with his deep voice.
“Hey, handsome. How was your trip?” you ask, but the look he gives make you understand…that he’s not here for small talk. And you understand it even more, when the door closed, and he slams you on the wall and kisses you hard.
“Fuck, I want to do that for years”, he groans. You can only gasp, when he massages your butt and kisses your neck. “Fuck, you smell and feel amazing Y/N”. You hold onto him, when he carries you to your room, when he realises you have the stap already, he bucks his hips against you. “You’re gonna fuck me, Y/N”. You can only nod and tugs on his hair.
He lays you on the bed and looks at you. “Can I take off your clothes?”
“Yes, you can Chris.” He does it slowly, gently, kissing every bit of skin that appears. Then he sees the strap and he moans.
“Oh my god, you look beautiful with it.” You smile and blush a little. Always feeling butterflies in your stomach when Chris is complimenting you. You sit and tug on his pants.
“Your turn. Get naked, ass up, I’m gonna prep you.” He takes less ceremony to strip. He slides his pants down with his boxers and his cock bounces freely. His big fat and hard cock that makes you salivate since he sends you the nude pic by mistakes.
“Was it really a mistake, Chris?” you ask him. He chuckles.
“Not really, was a drunk decision mainly…”. You sit up and kisses him. Fuck you’re already addicted to him. And so does he, he holds you tight and deepens the kiss, panting when he needs air. “Fuck, I’ve been jerking off on the thought of you fucking my ass for weeks now.” You smirk and stroke his chest.
“Did you play with your tight hole, like I told you?”, he blushes at your question, but nods to affirm he did it. “Good, now, lay back and I will take care of you, knees to your chest so I can see you little back hole, Chris”, you purr in his ear.
He lays back and holds his legs to his chest, exposing his ass. You rub his legs and puts your strap beside his cock. “Look at that, almost the same size. Fuck after I fuck you ass, you will have to fuck my pussy.” You both gasp at your revelation. You look at him, scared that he would say no.
“Your wishes are my commands, ma’am.” You kiss him and rubs your strap on his cock, making him moan. Then you grab the lube and puts some on your fingers to go tease him down there, he arches his back.
“So pretty, Chris, my pretty boy”. He blushes, getting flustered by your words. You smile and stroke his cheek, making him blush harder. “Nobody ever called you pretty boy?”. He shakes his head.
“Only my mom…” You kiss him tenderly, your finger pushes in his tight hole, making him squirm.
“Do you like when I call you my pretty boy?”, you purr against his temple. He nods and breathlessly say yes.
From then, you focus on his reaction when you start to thrust two fingers inside him, he looks straight into your eyes, the blue of them making you shiver from lust. The pupils are blown wide, and he rocks his hips in time with your fingers. “Ready for a third one pretty boy?”
“Yeessss, please, fuck me!”
“So polite”, you smile and add more lube to let your third fingers inside. He groans and looks at you, then at your strap and he holds it tight, stroking it. “Oh, my pretty boy is eager.” He’s flustered again, not able to get use to the nickname and the tone of your voice…why did he wait so long? “Two idiots in love maybe, Chris”, you reply, making him realises he said it out loud.
“I want your cock, now, please. I’m ready, I promise.” You nod and puts more lube on the strap and on his hole, before settling the fake cock at his entrance and you push in, slowly, looking at his face for discomfort. You find any, only relief and lust, he holds your hands that are on his legs, and he moans, a beautiful one, the one you make when a good cock enters your pussy.
“Fuck, look at you pretty boy, taking my cock so well… my good pretty boy” That praise makes him moan louder and he rocks his hips. A signal, you take, and you start to thrust in and out. He moans louder, bringing you down on him for a kiss, making you bottom out, when you feel your thighs against his ass, you moan in the kiss.
“Yes, fuck me, wrecked me, please!” chants Chris. He grabs your waist and gives you the pace he wants, you smile and do like he wishes, taking hold of his cock, your fingers not touching when they hold it. Your jerk him off on time with your hips and Chris’s eyes roll back, his mouth hangs open and a silence moan leave it.
“I’M GONNA CUM”, he screams after a while, you go harder, rolling your hips and you find his prostate, his cock jumping in your hand and his back arching hard. “Right here”, he pants. He wraps his hand around yours and helps you jerk him.
“Such a pretty boy, come on, cum all over you, make a big mess for me.” He moans, heaves, pants and then, he lets go. Cumming all over his chest, big fat rope painting his tummy and chest hair, some landing on his chin. You fuck him through his orgasm, and you feel your wetness pooling down your legs…you’ve never been so turned on while pegging someone.
He taps your arm gently, and you pull out slowly, massaging his legs and helping him stretch them, you lay beside him, and you hug him, licking the sperm on his chin and kissing him after, making him groan and holds the back of your head. You both open your eyes and smile at each other. “Not letting you go, I want this with you, and more. I want you to be my girlfriend Y/N.” You kiss him again.
“I want that too, Chris, so much.” He smiles and bites your lip.
“Your turn, young lady, let me taste that pussy.” You kneel on the bed to take the strap off, and when it’s done, he hoists you on his face. “Sit on my face, can’t feel my legs right now” You giggle, and moan when his tongue licks your wetness.
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