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Kinktober Day 11 - Draco Malfoy
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🩶 Day 11 🩶 Hands
Warnings: 18+, obviously smut, unprotected piv, oral (f), both are 18+ for the sake of it
Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (1.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
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“Love? Are you listening?” (Y/n) had to blink a few times, shaking her head to rip herself out of her wandering thoughts, drawing her eyes from Draco’s veiny hands. A soft chuckle left him, hand reaching for her chin to keep her head in place, not giving his girlfriend a chance to move away. “I’ll see you after the game, alright?”
“Mhm, of course, I’ll wait for you.” She shifted her weight, pressing a kiss against Draco’s cold lips before he let go of her, disappearing to join the others. With an almost dreamy sigh leaving her, (y/n) turned away, set on finding her friends before the Quidditch game could start, not wanting to miss a second of it.
Excitement bubbled deep inside of her as her mind used the few moments of silence she was now offered, once again thinking of Draco’s hands, the hands she desperately wanted to feel on her body, wrapped around her throat, no longer able to remember when he had touched her last. It had been too long, too long without his body pressed against hers, too long without hearing the sinful sounds he’d produce as he was buried deep inside of her, fucking (y/n) into oblivion.
But tonight they’d finally get another chance to find solace in one another’s closeness, using the handful of hours where the others would get drunker and drunker, not sparing the two lovers any of their attention.
(Y/n) couldn’t concentrate on her friends, not as the game started, not as the end was near, eyes solely focused on Draco, watching him hold onto his broom, smirking whenever his piercing eyes found (y/n)’s dilated pupils. He was all too aware of the thoughts distracting her, the pictures her mind painted – pictures Draco’s mind also clung to whenever he allowed his thoughts to wander.
“I take it we won’t see you later?” Her friend’s chuckles rang in (y/n)’s ears as she turned towards them with a slight smile, shaking her head without letting one single vowel leave her. Her mind was too occupied with the thought of Draco, thighs clenched together as the first waves of arousal, mixed with anticipation, began to flush through her system. Whatever he was set on doing, she’d allow it all – just for him.
“There you are, I was looking for you.” Draco’s scent clashed against her frame, leaving her mind to race as the mixture of green apples and expensive cologne crawled up her nostrils. His lips had found hers before her reply could leave her, a sight that left their friends laughing, turning away from the lovers to find their way down the hallway, set on getting drunk within the next hour. “Come, let’s go to my room.”
“Don’t you want to celebrate first? You deserve it!” Draco’s piercing eyes found hers before he let his gaze wander down the hallway. With a gasp leaving her, (y/n) was pressed against the nearest wall, held in place by the hand finding her throat, thumb teasing her cold skin.
“Do you want me to go down there? I certainly had other things in mind we’d be doing tonight, and taking it from the way you keep staring at my hands today, I’d say your mind is also focusing on something else.” Draco pressed himself even closer, allowing her to feel the growing bulge of his, making her moan in a desperate need for more.
“Take me to your room.”
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“Don’t close your eyes, keep on watching, love.” Draco was nestling between her thighs, tongue pressed against her skin, tasting her arousal. Her moans echoed through the room, swallowed by the spell keeping their sounds hidden from people walking past his room, offering them the privacy they were aching for. He pushed her closer and closer to the edge, with one hand taking care of her pulsing bundle of nerves, while the other was placed on her stomach, fingers interlaced with hers.
(Y/n) found herself staring at his hand at any given chance, even as he dipped his tongue into her tightness, making her walls flutter, high on the way Draco was making her feel. She kept choking on his name, unable to let go of the words burning on her tongue, unable to express the way he was making her feel, only able to communicate with her arousal laced sounds.
“My pretty girl, look at you, you’re so needy for me, I could do whatever I want, and you’d still beg me for more, huh?” Draco found pride in the way he seemingly was making her feel, guiding her body like a raft sailing through the uneasy ocean, a raft that would drown without his help.
“Draco,” his name left her like a spell, laced with enough strength to catch his attention, carrying a deeper meaning only he could pick up on. “Fuck me, please, I need to feel you.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, naked body moving up her frame, hovering above her with his signature smirk tugging on his lips. Draco caught her lips in a kiss, making her taste herself on his tongue – a distraction from his shifting, positioning himself at her entrance, pushing into her tightness without another warning.
The moan leaving him forced her eyes open once again, staring up at him with awe swimming in her pupils. (Y/n) trembled at the sounds ripping through Draco, sounds that filled the room with every ferocious thrust, forcing his cock deeper into her tightness. Both were set on chasing their highs, not daring to drag this moment out, at least not for the first round of many to come.
No words left Draco as he raised one hand, bringing it up to her mouth, forcing (y/n) to suck on the two fingers he pushed down on her tongue. The sight left Draco groaning in satisfaction, thanking his lucky stars for pushing (y/n) into his life, the one he’d die for, the one he’d chase till the end of their time, if it meant being with her forever.
Her walls fluttered around him whenever he met her swollen spot, once again pushing her closer to the edge, all too aware of her arising high. Draco was set on making her cum, set on making (y/n) scream his name with her arched back and her curled toes. And within the next moments he managed to do so, watching her fall apart beneath him.
Draco’s name left (y/n) as she came, fingernails clawing at his back, leaving scratches that wouldn't fade for days. He kept fucking into her, even as her body began to relax, reaching his own high with a deep growl ripping through him. She watched him cum with hazy eyes, relieving himself on her warm skin, watching his cum paint her skin white.
“I should have picked up on the way you keep staring at my hands a lot earlier.” His whispers left her chuckling, arms finding their way around his neck to pull him in for a kiss, murmuring a soft though teasing “I want to feel them around my throat as I suck you off”, leaving Draco groaning in excitement for their upcoming adventures.
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Kinktober Day 4 - Tommy Shelby
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🩶 Day 2 🩶 Breeding
Warnings: 18+, obviously smut, breeding kink, unprotected piv (duh)
Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (1.2k words)
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“(Y/n)?” The sound of Tommy calling her name echoed through the house, nothing more than a shout, fuelled by the fear, by the anticipation thumping through his veins. Tommy was trembling, with his cigarette placed between his lips, he ran up the stairs, tightening his grip on his gun.
Once again he called her name, preparing for the worst, expecting to find her surrounded by her own blood, shot before he could come to her rescue. Hours ago he had opened a letter addressed to him, reading words that threatened him and his family, teasing Tommy, promising that his lovely wife would be ripped from him, forcing him to find her dead body.
A shaky breath left Tommy as he opened the door to their shared bedroom, sighing in relief as he found it empty, without (y/n) near. His feet guided him down the hallway, pushing into Charlie’s bedroom without another warning, freezing as his eyes focused on the sight in front of him.
(Y/n) was laying in Charlie’s bed, with Charlie cuddled to her side, sound asleep. Tommy’s head rolled back, relieving the air that had built up inside his aching lungs. She was unharmed. She was alive. She was safe.
Tommy’s gun found its way back into his pocket, quietly leaving the room. With his heart slowing down its racing beat, Tommy walked into his office, placing his gun down. Even though his mind was racing, wondering if the threats had been empty or if they’d eventually haunt them down, he couldn’t help but think of the sight he had been fortunate enough to see.
(Y/n) had always been good with Charlie, respectful, allowing the boy to grieve his mother while finding comfort in her closeness. A mixture so perfect, Tommy couldn’t help but want to make (y/n) the mother of their future children. The mere thought of getting her pregnant left Tommy groaning, eyes fluttering close to cling onto the images his mind now produced.
The man was too deep in thought to pick up on the sounds of her feet meeting the ground, finding her way into his office. (Y/n) closed the door with a soft thud, making Tommy jump in surprise. Their eyes met, for a few seconds neither of them moved, before (y/n) set into motion, rounding the chair to find herself perched in his lap.
“I didn’t hear you coming back home.” Their lips found one another, allowing her to taste the cigarettes and the alcohol lingering on his tongue, making her sigh as the homey feeling only Tommy managed to make her feel began to stretch through her. Without breaking the kiss, Tommy threw away his cigarette, allowing both hands to explore her body, disappearing beneath her dress. “What are you doing, Tommy?”
Her chuckles were drowned out by the kiss he pressed to her throat, making her groan as he sucked on the spot that left her trembling, knowing exactly where to touch her. (Y/n)’s heart was pounding, forcing her even closer to Tommy as he pushed her away, only to place her down on his desk, hungry for more, set on taking what he was aching for.
“I want to love my wife properly. I can do that, eh, can’t I?” His hand found her undergarments, pulling them down her legs to reach for her heat, finding her bundle of nerves. (Y/n) had to press her face against the crook of his neck, trying to drown out the sounds clawing through her, making her see stars so bright she feared she’d turn blind.
“You can always do that, Tommy, you know that. But where is this coming from?” It has been days since he had last touched her, days where she had slept in their bed alone, hands searching for his frame in the middle of the night. Tommy had been busy, set on protecting the business, set on protecting his family, but right in this very moment he wanted nothing but her, his (y/n), his one true love.
“Fuck, seeing you with Charlie always reminds me that I want more children with you. I want to fill you up, see you round with my child.” Two of his fingers were pushed into her tightness, making (y/n) arch her back, needing to feel as much of Tommy as possible. “You’d look so pretty, pregnant with our child, just ours, you were made to be the mother of my children.”
“Just fuck me, Tommy, please.” He didn’t need to be told twice, letting go of her to undo the buttons of his trousers, pulling his braces down his shoulders. (Y/n)’s greedy fingers pulled him closer, feeling him brush the tip of his twitching cock through her slit, slowly pushing into her. Her walls clenched around them, making both groan in relief, they had been aching for this, needing one another like water to fuel their uneasy lives.
Tommy didn’t hold back, spurred on by the pictures his mind kept painting, imagining a pregnant (y/n), imagining the way he’d get to take care of her, expanding their family even further. It was a mere dream, but he was set on turning it real, set on making the things he was aching for his own, no matter what he’d have to do in order to do so.
“I can’t wait to fill you up, force you to keep it all in.” He kept on murmuring away, words (y/n) couldn’t pick up, too far gone to spare Tommy’s longings any of her attention. Tommy knew just how to fuck her, knew how to touch her to make (y/n) tremble and quiver for more, he knew her like the back of his own hand.
The sounds their meeting bodies created would force one to beg for forgiveness, kneeling in front of an holy altar to confess their sins. But where Tommy Shelby went no forgiveness was ever to be granted, he walked with the shadows surrounding him, committing crimes not even his wife knew about, clinging onto the projection of a man she loved more than any words could describe.
“I’m close, Tommy, so close, let me cum, please.” A hum left him, watching her hand find her heat, rubbing her clit with a few unsynced movements. He watched her fall apart, watched her squeeze her eyes shut, teeth buried in her lower lips. A sight so beautiful, Tommy couldn’t stop himself from giving in.
He painted her walls white, left his stain on her with a groan leaving him. No words were spoken between the two as they calmed down, bodies still linked together, not daring to move. Tommy didn’t let go of her, he kept holding onto her, wondering where he should place her down, but for now he didn’t mind staying buried deep inside of her, just relishing in her warmth.
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Kinktober Day 15 – Klaus Mikaelson
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🩶 Day 15 🩶 Thigh Riding
Warnings: 18+, thigh riding, friends to lovers, quite fluffy
Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader (1.2k words)
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“(Y/n)?” Klaus’ voice echoed through the night, eyes set on her features. She had her arms wrapped around herself, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, staring up at him with a sigh leaving her. No words left her, wondering if he’d invite her in, shielding the woman he had been chasing for months from the cold nibbling on her fingers. “Are you alright, darling?”
His use of the nickname left her shuddering, slowly nodding head before a soft “Will you let me in?” left her. Klaus stared at her for a few more seconds, swaying the alcohol in his glass before he slowly stepped aside, holding the door open for her. (Y/n) felt his eyes on her frame with every step she took, eyes taking in the all too familiar surroundings. She had been in this house numerous times before, joining her friends on their way to confront Klaus whenever another thing had gone wrong, conversations (y/n) had paid no mind to, eyes fully taking in Klaus appearance.
There had been a steady back and forth between the two of them for months, a back and forth that had pulled her closer into Klaus’ grasp on her heart, a secret she couldn’t share, not even with her closest friends, those who despised the hybrid.
“Drink?” His soft voice cozied her along, wrapping itself around her frame like a warm blanket, made to comfort her. (Y/n) could only nod her head, teeth running along her lower lip as she watched Klaus pour her a glass, pointing towards the couch for her to take a seat. “Not that I don’t enjoy having you around, but what brings you here, love?”
The use of the nickname forced heat to rise in her system, heart picking up its beat without being able to stop itself from doing so. She took a sip before she placed the glass down, turning fully towards Klaus. A slight smile was playing on his lips, a smile that wasn’t guided by any of his teasing, a smile that wasn’t meant to anger those he kept playing with, no, it was all too pure, only made for her eyes to see.
“I, uhm, I can’t stop thinking about what you said to Elena yesterday.” It took Klaus a second to react, giving room to the small chuckle ripping through him. It had only been a few hours since his exchange with Elena and the Salvatore brothers, those that tried to shield (y/n) away from the hybrid. A rather heated exchange that had ended with a confession leaving Klaus, confessing to the love he felt for the oblivious girl, the one his heart ached for like it hadn’t done so in decades, perhaps even centuries. “Is it true? Or did you just say it to anger them?”
“Oh, lovely (y/n).” Klaus moved closer, hand reaching for her face, allowing his thumb to stroke her warm cheek. She wanted to avert her eyes, feeling small beneath his intense gaze, but he didn’t give her a chance to do so, forcing her to keep on getting lost in his eyes, breath hitched in her chest as his lips ghosted over hers. “I meant every word.”
(Y/n) closed the gap between them, making a surprised growl claw through Klaus, hands finding her waist to pull her onto his left thigh, stabilising her frame. Their lips fought for dominance, kissing one another like they wanted to be loved, desperate to chase the emotions only the other managed to elicit inside of them. (Y/n)’s heart pounded in her chest, forcing her to move even closer, front fully pushed against his, clothed head perfectly pressed against his thigh.
Without even understanding what her body was doing, her hips started moving, slowly, carefully, as if her system wasn’t sure how far they could take it. But the second she had started to move, Klaus had picked up on it, unable to stop a satisfied moan from leaving him, guiding the movement of her hips.
“I’ve got you, love, take what you need. Such a pretty sight.” The fabric of his trousers managed to give her just enough friction, making her moan as she rode his thigh, mind hazy, just like her now silenced thoughts, fully focused on her need for relief.
With every passing moment her panties grew more damp, body reacting to their closeness as if he was a drug, a drug so ancient no antidote could ever rescue her from the things he was doing to her. Klaus was everywhere and nowhere, clawing his way into her racing heart, fingers fully wrapped around the strong muscle, a grasp that would keep her alive for centuries to come.
“Look at me, darling.” Her dilated pupils met his lust-blown ones, a sight that forced a gasp out of her, teeth buried in her lower lip to keep herself from speaking up, not wanting to interrupt their moment, chasing the high she was already close to. His name left her lips like a prayer, a silent plea in hopes of him kissing her once again, in hopes of him touching her, anywhere his hands would dare to explore her body. “My pretty girl, such a needy one, if I had known you were so desperate for me, I’d have touched you earlier.”
“Klaus,” it was just a whisper, and yet it dripped with something that finally made him move his hands, disappearing beneath her shirt, pulling it over her head before he cupped her naked breasts. She was making a mess on his trousers, soaking through the fabric, but neither Klaus nor (y/n) could pay it any of their mind, needing to scratch the itch that forced her to keep on moving, all too needy for the hybrid.
The touch of his hands left her groaning, all too aware that she’d cum any moment now, unable to hold eye contact with her head rolling back and her eyes squeezed shut. He had set an inferno ablaze inside of her, a fire that could burn the whole of Mystic Falls to the ground, and yet he’d rescue only her, the one he’d love till the end of their time together – an internal promise he now swore to keep.
“Cum for me, let me hear those lovely sounds.” A loud moan broke through her as he pinched her nipples, watching her fall over the edge. (Y/n) trembled on his thigh, body shaking and shaking, unable to stop as the all too intense sensation washed through her. Klaus studied her with an unfamiliar kind of adoration swimming in his pupils, high on the sight in front of him.
“You know,” a shaky breath left her, slowly calming down with her arms wrapped around his neck and her lips moving closer to his once again. “I love you too, if you haven’t guessed already.”
With a loud laugh rumbling through the hybrid, Klaus pressed his lips against hers, distracting her from the way he shifted her around, picking (y/n) up to carry her into his bedroom – set on proving his love to her for the upcoming hours.
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Kinktober Day 29 – Alfie Solomons
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🩶 Day 29 🩶 praise
Warnings: 18+, oral (f), outdoor
Alfie Solomons x fem!reader (900 words)
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“Mhm, my pretty flower, I could get used to this sight.” Alfie’s voice filled the afternoon air, forcing her eyes to flutter open, flickering towards his smiling features. (Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle at her husband, shaking her head as she stretched her hand out for him to take.
“Don’t act as if you haven’t seen me sit out here before, Alfie. But maybe if I’d see you around here more often you’d get to enjoy me some more.” He bent down to press a kiss to her lips, swallowing the sound of her giggles. Alfie’s beard scratched her skin as he deepened the kiss, unable to bite down his satisfied hum.
The sun was burning from the sky, filling both with heat, a comforting sensation that made their hearts beat calmly, relishing in the silence the calm July afternoon offered them. Before she could even try to part from her husband, (y/n) felt his hands fumble with the fabric of her dress, fingers tapping her waist.
“You’re right, doll, yeah, I should be home more often. I’ve missed my wife, can I get a taste?” His raspy voice left her shuddering in anticipation, body covered in goosebumps. He sank to his knees, kneeling on the blanket (y/n) was sitting on, pushing her back down before she could respond.
The fabric of the blanket left (y/n) feeling comfortable and protected as Alfie shifted around, forcing the fabric of her dress up to her waist, pulling her undergarments down her legs before he nestled between her thighs, “Look at you, such a pretty cunt, how could I ever let you out of my sight, huh?”
The praises leaving Alfie made her gasp, unable to speak up, unable to ask if he really wanted to do this out here, in their garden. All she could do was moan, hands fisting the fabric of the blanket to try and stay grounded. Her heart was racing, blood rushing, toes being forced to curl as Alfie’s breath met her exposed cunt.
“You’re dripping, doll, you love when I praise you, don’t you? You love being good for me.” A breathy “I do” left (y/n), a sound that was interrupted by a gasp as Alfie plunged two fingers into her tightness, spreading her walls. It had been days since Alfie had last touched her like this and yet her body couldn’t help but welcome his fingers, finding pleasure in the stretch of her walls, in the feeling of his fingertips nudging her swollen spot.
With the sun burning down on her features, (y/n) felt herself growing warmer, making sweat pearl on her forehead, body begging her to get rid of her other clothes. She knew that this was only the beginning, that he would take her up to their bedroom after he was done with preparing her for his cock.
“Fuck, Alfie, want your mouth, please.” Alfie’s chuckles left her cheeks burning, unable to pay attention to the smirk he wore on his lips as his tongue brushed through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal. He moaned against her cunt, sucked on her pulsing bundle of nerves as he kept fucking her with his thick, ringed fingers. The gold clinging to his skin felt cool against her heat, making a whirlwind of different sensations thump through her veins.
He ate her out with his eyes focused on her features, sure that this was the most beautiful sight his eyes ever got to take in, a masterpiece ancient painters have longed to create, though unable to succeed in doing so. She was his end and his beginning, making him feel reborn whenever she graced him with her moans clawing through her.
“Alfie,” the call of his name made him chuckle against her, enjoying that she was already close to letting go, that she was about to cum around his fingers any moment now. His fingers picked up their pace, mouth latching onto her clit, once again leaving her to arch her back off the blanket.
“Let go for me, pretty darling, my beautiful wife, I got you.” With another breathy moan leaving her, (y/n) came around his fingers, eyes rolling back into her head, fingernails about to claw holes into the fabric of the blanket. He lazily fucked her with his fingers for a few more seconds before he pulled away, moving up her body to press a soft kiss to her lips. Alfie looked at her for a few more seconds before he rose to his feet, hand stretched out for her to take, set on guiding her to their shared bedroom.
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Kinktober Day 25 – Carlisle Cullen
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🩶 Day 25 🩶 Daddy
Warnings: 18+, piv, spanking, begging
Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader (1k words)
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With a sigh leaving him, Carlisle stepped into his office, eyes focused on the documents he was reading. He felt her before he saw her, freezing in his step as his eyes found hers, filled with mischief. (Y/n) was sitting in his office chair, staring at her boyfriend with a soft grin tugging on her lips, a grin that grew wider as the sound of Carlisle locking the door rang in her ears.
“What are you doing here?” He smiled at her, walking closer with the documents finding their way to his desk, hands reaching for hers to pull (y/n) to her feet. Their lips met in a soft kiss, allowing him to let go of the tension that had tugged on his shoulders, allowing him to relax in her grasp.
“What? Are you not happy to see me?” Carlisle’s laugh rumbled through him, shuffling her around so that he could plop down on the chair with (y/n) pulled into his lap. He kissed her again, communicating the emotions tying the two together, forming an unbreakable bond.
“I’m always happy to see you, you know that sweetness.” Her hands toyed with the buttons of his white shirt, batting her eyelashes in an almost teasing motion. Both knew that she was needy for him, aching for the hands she hadn’t felt on her body in days. “Somebody’s needy, huh?”
“Of course I am, you haven’t been home in days. I miss you.” With a raspy chuckle leaving him, Carlisle’s hands found her waist, pulling her against his twitching cock, already excited about feeling her this close. He had missed her just as much, hating that he hadn’t seen her pretty face in way too long, aching for the one he loved more than words could describe.
“We don’t have much time, I’ll have to be back in the ER in ten.” A gasp left her as he forced her back to her feet, front pushed down on the table. (Y/n) didn’t dare move, allowing her boyfriend to pull her trousers down her legs with quick moves, trembling in surprise as the cold air hit her folds, already dripping with arousal.
“Please, Carlisle, touch me.” His hand met her behind without a warning, silently scolding her for addressing him with his name, very well knowing that she knew the rules and yet she had decided to go against them.
“That’s not how you should beg for it, is it?” With his cold fingers brushing through her folds, Carlisle forced her senses to focus on him, feeling him, hearing him, desperate to taste him. A quiet “Sorry, daddy” left (y/n), forcing a satisfied hum out of Carlisle the same second he plunged two fingers into her tightness. (Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes close, teeth drawing blood from her lower lip as she bit down on the soft skin, trying to keep their moans bottled in.
The scent of her blood urged Carlisle on, pulling away to free his cock, pumping himself a few times before he pushed into her from behind. His thrusts were ferocious, quick as if the Devil himself was chasing the ancient being, making bruises form on her hips as they met the edge of the table over and over again. And yet (y/n) couldn’t focus on the pain, could only focus on the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of her.
“Feels so good, daddy, you’re so big.” She wanted to see his features, wanted to study the prideful grin he undoubtedly wore on his pale lips. No matter how many centuries he had already spent on this earth, he’d always tremble in pride at her praises, never getting enough of the sweet words she spoke to him.
“My needy girl, how could I go so long without touching you?” No words left her, unable to stop her moan from leaving her as he pulled her even closer with his bruising touch on her hips. (Y/n)’s fingers found her pulsing clit, circling it with quick movements, in sync with his thrusts, set on pushing one another over the edge.
It was sinful what they were doing, very well aware of the people that would hear them as they passed by his office, and yet neither of them cared, only focused on the way her walls clenched around his cock, begging him to push her into the intense sensation she had been aching for. He could tell that she was close, with her breath hitched in her chest, with her walls fluttering and her heart racing, and yet he wouldn’t let her cum just yet, not without begging for it.
“C’mon, baby, you know how to ask for it nicely.” A shaky breath left (y/n), she tried to thumb through her thoughts, tried to pierce words together that would form a proper sentence, a task she clearly struggled with in this very moment.
“Please, daddy, I’ve been so good, please let me cum.” He gave it a few more thrusts before a rough “Cum for me” left him, pushing (y/n) into the open arms of her orgasm. Carlisle kept on fucking her, staring down on her with his smirk not leaving his lips once. And yet he couldn’t stop himself from giving in moments later, head rolled back, lips parted to let go of a deep groan.
She was heavily panting, holding onto the edge of the table as he slowly pulled away, making her hiss. Carlisle helped her redress, careful not to hurt her, hands stroking her trembling limbs.
“I love you, I’ll come home tonight, I promise.” And with one last kiss pressed to her swollen lips, he left her, mind still focused on her as he found his way back into the ER, hoping that the hours would pass by quick enough.
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Kinktober Day 22 - Tom Riddle
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🩶 Day 22 🩶 BDSM
Warnings: 18+, oral (m), bondage, choking, blindfolding, pain kink, Tom being Tom
Tom Riddle x fem!reader (900 words)
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“But I want to see you.” Her quiet words filled the room, forcing a dark, raspy chuckle out of the man who towered over her, naked upper body on full display. (Y/n) was kneeling for him, completely naked, with her wrists tied to her ankles. He tightened his grip on the blindfold he was holding, only shaking his head before he covered her eyes with the silky fabric.
“You know the rules, you don’t get to speak, you don’t get to make any orders, you’re here for my pleasure, that’s all you’ll ever be, my toy, mine.” The possessiveness lacing the “mine” rolling off Tom’s tongue made her walls clench around nothing, keeping her mouth shut. (Y/n) had to focus on her senses, on what she could hear, what she could feel, what she could smell. The scent of the candles burning in the room crawled up her nostrils like Death’s own harbinger, knowing that Tom could get rid of her with a snap of his fingers.
“I have to say, I like you like that, ready for me to use. I should keep you around all day, have you whenever I want you.” A “Yes, please” wanted to leave her, but (y/n) knew better than to speak up, keeping quiet as she listened to Tom undoing his trousers, freeing his cock. Without any warnings leaving the tall man, he forced his cock past her lips, making her gasp in surprise.
Her hands ached to touch him, fighting against the rope slowly cutting into her soft skin, forcing her to hold still as her tongue got to trace his veins, exploring the skin she knew like the back of her hand. Tom and her had been doing their back and forth for months, finding shelter in the dark shadows others tried to escape from, giving into their longings like pleasure-drunken addicts.
Tom’s deep moans reverberated through the room, eyes staring down on her kneeling frame, letting his eyes wander over her exposed skin, over the features that were partly hidden by the blindfold, the hair he reached for with his pale hand, guiding the bobbing motion of her head. She was his all, his toy, the one he longed for – a longing he’d never put into words she could understand.
“Fuck, I should choke you with my cock, make you pass out with your lips still wrapped around me. And yet you’d still want me to fuck you, to stuff you full, wouldn’t you?” (Y/n) could only hum around him, silently cursing him for taking her eyesight, wanting to watch the pleasure tugging on his features, desperate to watch him come undone, all because of her.
The bobbing motion grew faster with every passing moment, guided by Tom’s impatience, forcing her to pick up her speed with his fingertips digging into the soft skin of her scalp. He was marking her up in every way imaginable, his to own, his to use. His cock twitched in her mouth, tip grazing the back of her throat whenever her eagerness took over, letting her tears soak the fabric of the blindfold.
She was desperate for some friction, wanting to be touched, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t shuffle around on her aching knees, all thanks to the tight rope that forced her to hold still. And yet she’d endure it all for him. (Y/n) could tell that he was close, breaths growing shallow, ripping through him like a spell only Tom could pronounce.
But before he could cum down her throat, he pulled away, leaving her confused. A shriek clawed through (y/n) as she felt one of his hands around her throat, while the other loosened the rope. Tom manhandled her onto his mattress, keeping her wrists still bound together behind her back, making her hiss in pain as she laid on them. And yet the pain filled her with a sick satisfaction, feeling her arousal seep out of her tightness. It was a sick and twisted game they were playing, but neither of them dared to even think of stopping.
Tom shuffled around on the bed, hand finding her throat once again, cutting off her airway for a few seconds. With her heart picking up its beat, she felt him rip the blindfold from her eyes, making her blink a few times before she could adjust to the darkness. Without needing him to speak up, (y/n) knew what Tom was about to do, he wanted to paint her skin white, wanted to relieve himself on her naked chest, forcing her to watch.
His pale hands pumped his cock, making both groan in anticipation, watching his cock twitch in his grasp. A moan left Tom as he was pushed over the edge, cum meeting her breasts, staining the body he owned, very well knowing that this wasn't the only way he’d mark her up tonight. She watched him fall apart, watched him give in with her teeth sunk into her lower lip, drawing blood from the thin skin.
“Don’t think of moving, I am not done with you yet, pet. This was only the beginning.”
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Kinktober Day 18 – Jasper Hale
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🩶 Day 18 🩶 Blood
Warnings: 18+, unproteced smut, piv, this is messy, mentions blood (duh) and tasting it
Jasper Hale x fem!reader (1.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
My Kinktober Masterlist
With her eyes set on her bleeding finger, (y/n) combed through the cabinets of Jasper’s bathroom, desperately trying to find some tape to cover her wound before one of the Cullen’s could pick up on what had happened. She had been clumsy, too clumsy for her own good, cutting herself on a sharp edge as she was putting some of her things away, finding shelter in the room Jasper had asked her to move into.
“Darlin’?” His raspy voice echoed through the afternoon, forcing a small “Fuck” to leave (y/n), eyes flickering back down to the drops of blood dripping from her finger. Before she could even begin to reply – tight throat struggling to let any words escape, lips tightly pressed together as her mind raced, wondering how Jasper would react – he had pushed the door open, eyes instantly flickering down to her finger. “What did you do?”
“I, uhm, it’s nothing bad, just a small cut.” Jasper took a step closer, and another, till he came to halt right in front of her. Her wide eyes met his darkening ones, leaving her to hiss as his cold skin met hers, hand grasping her wrist. They didn’t break eye contact as he pulled her closer, bringing her hand up to his face. Only as Jasper’s eyes flickered down to her finger did she get a chance to inhale a shaky breath into her aching lungs. “It’s okay, Jas’, let me wrap it and then we can keep unpacking.”
No words left him, eyes growing darker and darker, not daring to let go of her hand. She knew all about the effect her blood had on him, silently grateful that the others weren’t in the house at the moment. A gasp ripped through (y/n) as Jasper parted his lips, finger brought up to his mouth to lick the blood from her skin. Her heart was racing, wondering what he’d do to her, how long he would manage to keep his composure before he’d snap.
With a moan ripping through Jasper he slowly let go of her hand, leaving her to watch her blood paint his lips red before he pulled her in for a clashing kiss. Adrenaline thumped through her veins, heart pounding as the kiss grew rather heated, forcing her back against the bathroom sink. Their tongues met over and over again as Jasper pressed himself against (y/n), allowing her to feel what the taste of her blood was doing to him.
“Jas’,” she murmured his name as he parted from her, lips hastily kissing their way down her neck. His cold hands fumbled with the fabric of the shirt of his she was wearing, too big on her frame, covering her panties just enough. But Jasper didn't reply, he was stuck in his thoughts, guided by his longing for her, hands disappearing beneath the shirt.
No warning was spoken as he turned her around, eyes meeting his dark ones in the bathroom mirror. He pushed her panties down her legs, arm sneaking its way around her waist to let his fingers meet her core, slowly circling her pulsing bundle of nerves. Both were guided by their ever growing lust, guiding every step, every move they did. No thoughts were screaming in their minds, silenced by the anticipation filling their system.
“We don’t have much time, we'll have to be quick.” All (y/n) could do was nod her head with a moan breaking through her, still not used to feeling his cold fingers pressed against her warm skin, circling her clit just enough to make goosebumps rise on her body. Their eyes stayed connected in the mirror as he let go of her, freeing his twitching cock with quick movements, spitting into his palm to lube himself up. “I’ll never be able to describe the things you do to me, darlin’.”
The praise left her heart skipping beats, momentarily distracted from the feeling of his cock nudging against her entrance, slowly pushing into her. Her moan got stuck in her throat as the pain of her pulsing finger caught up with her, looking down to the mess her blood was creating in the sink. The scent of her blood left Jasper groaning, pulling out of her only to fuck into her harder, set on a ruthless pace.
With one hand holding onto her waist, he fucked her from behind, set on pushing her over the edge within a few moments, knowing that the others could return any moment now. His name left her over and over again, not used to him being this rough with her, urged on by the metallic scent filling his nostrils. His hand found hers, bringing her finger back up to his mouth to lick it clean once again, high on the taste of her blood.
“Fuck, oh god, right there, don’t stop, don’t you stop.” Loose vowels and words clawed through (y/n) as he met her swollen spot, fucking her into the open arms of her awaiting orgasm. She couldn’t help but moan at the sight of his bloody mouth, tongue darting out to lick every drop he could reach, he had feasted from the forbidden fruit, finding pleasure in a taste so sweet, it was all too foreign.
“I should have done this sooner, I knew you’d taste sweet.” She couldn’t reply, could only squeeze her eyes shut as her hand found her clit, adding to the friction she desperately needed. Her walls fluttered around his cock, urged on by the sound of their bodies meeting, echoing through the big bathroom.
“Let go, darlin’, I got you.” It took her a few more moments before she could give in, eyes kept closed, head rolling back to rest against his chest. Jasper fucked her through the intense sensation, watching her fall apart in the mirror, unable to bite down his proud smirk. He followed her down the edge moments later, letting go with a deep growl, slamming back into her for one last time.
She was heavily panting, hands needing to hold onto Jasper before she could lose her balance. He allowed her to catch her breath for a few seconds before he pulled out of her, redressing himself with quick movements. “I think we should wrap your finger before Carlisle can scold us for being this reckless.”
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Kinktober Day 31 – Dean Winchester
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🩶 Day 31 🩶 knife
Warnings: 18+, piv, shower, blood, use of a knife (duh)
Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
My Kinktober Masterlist
She was heavily panting, eyes focused on Dean’s bloody features. He was breathing just as heavily as she was, still shaken up by their somewhat successful hunt. While Sammy had stayed behind, (y/n) and Dean had decided to hunt a vampire down, preparing to fight against a nest of creatures both detested. And even though both had made it out alive, neither of them felt like they’d succeeded, unable to put their thoughts into words.
The lamp of the motel bathroom alighted both their features, giving one another the chance to study their partner, trying to find wounds they’d need to take care of before sleeping this very night away. Dean took a step closer, hand still wrapped around his knife. She didn’t dare move, teeth running along her lower lip, trying to stay quiet as Dean pressed his front against hers.
With his cold hand finding her chin, he forced (y/n) to look at him, pressing his lips against hers. A moan rumbled through the both of them, searching one another’s closeness, desperate for this kind of distraction. Dean pushed her against the sink, lips kissing their way down her neck as her fingers got to work, unbuttoning his bloody flannel, exposing his toned arms, a sight that would always leave her trembling for more.
“I hate seeing you getting hurt, fuck, I wanted to kill them all, make them pay for touching you.” His voice dripped with possessiveness, forest green eyes turning a shade darker. (Y/n) could only hum, watching his hand move closer with the knife pushed against the neckline of her shirt. Dean didn’t speak another warning before he cut the fabric in half, making her breath hitch in her chest. No further word left her, feeling the tip of the blade pressing into her skin, tracing its way down the valley between her breasts. “Take off your bra, baby, let me look at you.”
Trembling hands undid her bra, groaning as the cold knife was pressed against her hardening nipples, while his eyes kept searching hers, watching every reaction that tugged on her features. She was putty in his hands, would do whatever Dean asked of her, one with the man who owned her heart, one with the man she’d live through hundreds of lifetimes if she only could.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips while his eyes flickered down to his knife, cupping her left breast with his free hand. Her moans guided him on, tracing the path down to her belly, slightly digging the knife into her skin without drawing any blood. Dean couldn’t help but feel powerful, guided on by the feeling of owning (y/n), knowing that he could do as he pleases, she’d allow it all.
“Dean,” his name rolled off her tongue like a prayer, hoping that the Lord above would pick up on her begging. “I need you, please let me feel you.”
Another fast kiss was pressed against her lips, a kiss that distracted her from the feeling of the knife being moved up her body, finding its way to her neck. Her blood was rushing, senses heightened, very well knowing that even though this was nothing but a game, Dean could easily end their time together right there and then. He parted from her with a grin, hand finding her waist to turn her towards the sink, eyes finding hers in the mirror.
“I would burn earth to the ground for you, sweetheart.” His murmured words left her whimpering, watching Dean trace her skin with the knife, finding joy in the goosebumps littering her body. Their hearts roared in sync, begging one another to find solace in their company, to find their way together in the most intimate way imaginable. Without another warning Dean parted from her, with the knife finding its way to the sink and his hands pulling his shirt over his head.
No words were spoken as he turned on the shower, watching her undress with trembling movements, stepping into the shower with Dean following moments later. Their lips found back together like magnets searching opposite poles, pushing her against the shower tiles before his fingers found her pulsing clit.
“Don’t tease, Dean, fuck me.” Her whispers were swallowed by the hot water cascading down his back, washing away the reminders of their hunt, allowing them to forget about what had happened these past hours. The way he looked down on her made her wonder if anybody else had ever been fortunate enough to experience this kind of love, a love so sincere, so honest it left (y/n) breathless. She wrapped her arms around his neck as Dean lifted one of her legs up to his waist, allowing him to align his cock with her entrance.
“I love you,” he spoke the loving three words, cock slowly pushed into her tightness, groaning at the feeling of her walls clenching around him. He fucked her slow, gave her enough time to adjust to the calm rhythm, to the feeling of Dean pulling out of her only to push in deeper.
The moans leaving them echoed through the small bathroom, somewhat swallowed by the shower and yet they were loud enough to communicate with one another. The second their eyes met, Dean added more force to his thrusts, tightening his hold on her leg as his other palm was pressed against the tiles.
Dean’s thrusts turned into something rather brutal, urged on by (y/n)’s pants, by the feeling of her walls fluttering around his aching cock, by the feeling of her nails scratching at his shoulders. A moment so raw, so perfect, Dean couldn’t help but thank his lucky stars for pushing them together all these years ago. He perfectly managed to hit her sweet spot, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, riled up by all his teasing.
“Fuck, Dean, don’t you dare stop.” She could only hope that he wouldn’t tease her again, that he would push her over the edge within the next moments. One of her hands found her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle with quick circles, set on matching his ferocious thrusts. Dean’s groans buzzed through her body, making her moan in sync as she felt the knot growing tighter, set on letting go.
With a string of curses leaving both, they came in unison, making her feel his cum painting her walls white, leaving his stain on her.
“You okay, baby?” (Y/n) could only nod, pulling Dean in for another kiss before she allowed him to pull away, finally getting to washing her, taking care of the woman he’d eventually marry, set on loving her till the end of their time together.
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Little-Diable's Kinktober '23
Here we go, my favourite month is only a few weeks away! So many of you voted for different characters and kinks, so I put together the most famous choices, I'm very excited to post these fics for y'all! Remember: don't like it, don't read it! <3
(can we take a moment to obsess over this awesome header @deathofpeaceofmind designed??!?)
1st of October: Negan – cock warming
4th of October: Tommy Shelby – breeding
8th of October: Loki – temperature play
11th of October: Draco Malfoy – hands
15th of October: Klaus Mikaelson – thigh riding
18th of October: Jasper Hale – blood
22nd of October: Tom Riddle - BDSM
25th of October: Carlisle Cullen – daddy
27th of October: Aaron Hotchner – hate sex
29th of October: Alfie Solomons – praise
31st of October: Dean Winchester – knife
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Kinktober Day 8 - Loki
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🩶 Day 2 🩶 Temperature Play
Warnings: 18+, obviously smut, unprotected piv, oral (f)
Loki x fem!reader (1.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
My Kinktober Masterlist
“I’m burning, I can feel my skin melting.” (Y/n) whined her words, allowing an annoyed huff to leave her as she paced her quarters, eyes set on the windows. New York was caught in a heatwave, a heat so strong barely any avengers managed to follow their tasks, running out of energy and motivation within a few moments.
“I doubt your whining will make the heat go away.” Loki’s raspy chuckles filled her quarters, drawing a snarl from (y/n) as she turned towards the smirking god. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest as he let his eyes wander, taking in her barely dressed frame.
“I should strangle you for that comment, so, you should be grateful that I love you.” Once again Loki gave into the chuckles threatening to claw through him, forcing him closer to her, hands finding their way to her naked skin. Their eyes met, getting lost in one another’s pupils for a few seconds before he pulled her in for a heated kiss, drawing moans from her.
“Lay down for me, love. I’ll be back soon.” She watched him leave with parted lips and confused eyes, laying down on the bed with a sigh. (Y/n)’s thoughts were racing, eyes fluttering close to try and ground herself, listening to the sounds she could hear, the things she could smell, what her wandering fingers could feel.
Her covers smelled like Loki, a scent so rich, so mysterious, (y/n) couldn’t help but allow waves of lust to flush through her, making goosebumps rise on her skin. Within a few moments she heard the door to her bedroom being pushed open once again, eyes fluttering open to watch her lover move around.
Loki had rid himself of his shirt, naked upper body exposed to her curious eyes, though her gaze kept on wandering, finding the metal bowl he kept holding. A smirk began to widen on his lips as he murmured a soft though determined “Close your eyes, pet”. (Y/n) couldn’t protest, she followed the command, listened to his movements, felt the mattress dip as he crawled closer.
A gasp rippled through (y/n) as Loki’s lips found her neck, with an ice cube pressed between his lips. The ice teasing her warm skin was a welcomed sensation, forcing her to arch her front against Loki’s. His skilled fingers helped her out of her bra, finding her hardening nipples with another ice cube.
Her moans kept guiding him, allowing him to keep on moving, to trace shapes, to tease her, to leave her waiting for more. Moans left (y/n) as Loki shifted his weight, pressing his growing bulge against her clothed heat, making her bundle of nerves pulse in anticipation, begging him to keep on going.
“More, need more, please.” (Y/n) whispered the words, making Loki chuckle as he rose from his position, hands finding her panties to pull them down her legs, groaning at the sight of her cunt, folds covered in arousal. She watched him rid himself of his trousers, exposing his hardening cock to her. (Y/n) ached to touch him, wanting to wrap her fingers around him, needing to feel his soft skin pressed against her warm fingers, but before she could dwell on the thought, Loki had already found his way back between her thighs, pressing the ice cube to her folds. “Oh fuck!”
She shuddered and trembled, body confused by the different temperatures she was met with, different sensations (y/n)’s mind couldn’t catch up with. Loki clearly enjoyed seeing her like this, a shuddering mess, choking on his name, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of the wetness between her thighs, the way his fingers met her pulsing clit, and how he pressed the ice against her skin.
“Loki,” she almost sobbed his name, hands fisting the covers, trying to stop herself from giving into her arising orgasm. “Fuck me, please, I need you inside of me.”
“I should make you beg for it,” he pressed a kiss to her now cold inner thigh before he rose to his knees, hands finding their place next to her head. “I should make you cry for it, to show me how much you need me, but I think you’ve suffered enough, haven’t you, pet?”
Nothing but a moan managed to leave her, a moan interrupted by a gasp clawing through her as he pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of her warmth engulfing him. He couldn’t help but smirk down on her pleasure-drunken features, enjoying the pleasure only he managed to make her feel, giving into the pride making his ego grow. Loki fucked her hard, cock forced in and out of her tightness with an almost inhumane speed, making her gasp, choke, and moan.
With one hand reaching for another ice cube, grateful for the way the metal bowl managed to keep them in shape, he pressed it against her chest, tracing her nipples, making her arch her back off the mattress. Both were making a mess, staining her covers, leaving marks on her skin, but neither of them could pay said mess any of their attention, too far gone to pick up on anything but the feeling of Loki’s cock forcing (y/n) closer to the edge.
Loki was frantic, reaching for her legs to push them to her chest, allowing him to fuck her even deeper, drawing moans from her that were torn between sobs and gasps, unable to voice out the pleasure he made her feel, thumping through her veins. He could stay buried inside of her for hours on end, high on the sounds she produced, on the way her body loved to react to his touch, she was his all, the one he’d die for.
With every passing second (y/n) felt the coil inside of her growing tighter, about to snap, about to let go as he reached for the last ice cube, pressing it against her swollen clit. Her bundle of nerves pulsed against the ice, groaning as Loki moved it in circular motions, pushing her over the edge without another warning.
His piercing eyes kept staring down on her, watching her fall apart with a smirk tugging on his lips, letting go of her seconds before he could follow, releasing himself on her trembling body. Neither of them dared to move, allowing her to relax, to catch her breath before he slowly reached for her, picking his girlfriend up to carry her towards the shower.
“A cold shower may help you, but I can’t make any promises that I’ll be able to stop touching you.” Loki murmured his words against her lips, drawing her in for a kiss after a small “Don’t you ever stop touching me” left (y/n).
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Kinktober Day 1 - Negan
Here we fucking go – my favourite month is finally upon us! I can't wait to share all these fics with y'all. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading them, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx
🩶 Day 1 🩶 Cockwarming
Warnings: 18+, obviously smut
Negan x fem!reader (800 words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
My Kinktober Masterlist
Her naked feet met the ground, arms wrapped around herself. She had her eyes focused ahead, not daring to give into any distractions, very well knowing that those she didn’t want to cross paths with were lurking in the shadows. Tiredness clashed through her system, trying to push away the heaviness weighing her every step down.
Slowly she came to a halt in front of the door she had been searching for, quietly listening to the sounds of the night, trying to pick up on the sounds of any conversations. Only as (y/n) was sure that she couldn’t hear a single word echoing through the night did she knock on the door, pushing it open.
“Well, hello there, doll.” Negan’s soft voice coaxed her closer, pushing the door close before she walked up to him. He pulled her into his lap without a warning, chuckling against her lips as he pressed a slow kiss against them. (Y/n) couldn’t help but moan, letting go of the tension now holding her body hostage. “What brings you here? Did I forget something?”
By now (y/n) was all too used to sneaking around, knowing that they had to keep their love for one another a secret. And yet she hated not being able to touch him whenever she wanted to, longing for the man who was holding her heart in his hands. Negan’s hand cupped her warm cheek, smiling down on her with a kind of admiration only she was fortunate to pick up on.
“I need you, fuck, been aching for you all day.” (Y/n)’s whispers left him chuckling, thumb moving to her lips before he forced her mouth open. Negan watched her suck on his digit, eyes rolling back into her head.
“I still have some work to do, doll, you’ve got to be patient.” A whine left her, head whipping from left to right as she tried to protest. Not even the sound of Negan's clicking tongue managed to pull her out of her desperate state. His darkening eyes stared down on her for a few more seconds, deeply sighing as he gave her a slight push back. “Alright, alright, I got you. I'm too fucking soft for you, fuck, the things you do to me.”
She watched him free his cock with quick movements, growing harder in his grasp as he fucked his hand for a few seconds, “You’ll be patient, you won’t move, and later i’ll properly take care of you, doll, I promise.”
(Y/n) didn’t dare protest, knowing that Negan could easily pull away if she’d speak up. So, all she did was nod her head in excitement, shuffling closer once again. Negan’s hand guided the movement of her eyes, mouth watering at the sight of his twitching cock. (Y/n) wanted to feel him, in her mouth, buried in her cunt, whatever he’d offer her, she wanted it all, wanted to make him feel as good as he always made her feel. For Negan she’d do it all, would choke on his cock for hours on end, if it meant being close to him.
His cock kept growing harder, tip drenched in red, covered with small drops of precum. She had to force herself to hold still, not daring to move, scared that Negan would push her away, simply to punish her for going against his every command. And yet she wanted to taste him, wanted to swipe her tongue over his tip.
His hand found its way down her way too long shirt, groaning as he felt her bare heat. A few curses left Negan as he brushed through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal before he aligned himself with her heat.
Their eyes kept holding contact as (y/n) sank down on his cock, groaning with anticipation thumping through her veins. She felt him twitch inside of her, felt her walls clenching down, something he instantly scolded her for, reminding (y/n) of her need to be patient. Deep breaths were inhaled into her lungs, grasping onto the air flushing through them, desperately trying to relax.
“Atta girl, doing so well for me.” Negan pressed a kiss to her forehead before he switched his concentration back onto his papers, smiling as (y/n) found comfort with her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. She wasn’t one for being patient, but for him she’d try, always.
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Kinktober Day 27 – Aaron Hotchner
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🩶 Day 27 🩶 hate sex
Warnings: 18+, piv, Aaron's an asshole, degrading
Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (1.2k words)
header by @deathofpeaceofmind
My Kinktober Masterlist
“Absolutely not.” Aaron Hotchner’s rough voice echoed through the room the local sheriff had assigned the team, allowing them to work in silence, away from the busy police station. His dark eyes were staring her down, eyebrows furrowed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“Excuse me? Are you trying to keep me from doing my job, sir?” Her voice had a sharp undertone to it, giving him a clear warning, making his frown deepen. She felt the eyes of the others on her, watching the heated exchange with worry laced in their gazes, even though they were all too used to (y/n) and Aaron’s bickering.
“Your job is to protect those that need our help. Your job is to find those that do all these crimes. Your job is not whoring yourself out to try and follow a lead we aren’t even sure of yet, just because you’re desperate for some attention.” For a few seconds they were engulfed by nothing but silence, but while (y/n) tried to keep her tears from welling up in her eyes, disgusted by the angry words her boss had just spoken, a loud “Hotch, what the fuck man, stop!” had left Derek, momentarily distracting Aaron.
(Y/n) stormed out of the room without another warning, set on chasing the ever growing distance between her and her boss. Only as she found shelter in the SUV did she allow her tears to roll down her cheeks, one by one, guided by her bottled up frustration, by her anger, and by her heartbreak. She hated Aaron Hotchner more than she had ever hated somebody, and yet a part of her couldn’t help but long for him, wanting to feel the tall, brooding man close once again.
With a shaky breath leaving her, (y/n) wiped her tears away, starting the SUV with trembling hands before she started to drive back to the hotel, needing to take a few hours to herself before she could join the team once again. Fuck Aaron Hotchnner and his stuck up self. To hell with him and the awfully annoying crush she fostered to him.
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The sound of impatient knocking filled her hotel room, eyes drawn from her phone. She took her time, deep down already knowing who it was. With a sigh leaving her, (y/n) opened the door, gasping as Aaron’s hands shot out to cup her cheeks, pulling her in for a teeth clashing kiss they had shared one too many times to count.
No words were spoken as he invited himself into the room, not breaking the kiss once as he guided her to the bed, set on fucking her with his name leaving her over and over again. Aaron’s hands impatiently tugged on her trousers, just as hers started to move, urged on by the whirlwind of emotions the mere sight of Aaron pushed through her system.
“I hate you, you’re such an asshole.” (Y/n) murmured the words against his lips, being pushed back onto the mattress as a raspy chuckle left Aaron. His hands pulled her trousers down her legs, panties following moments later before he undressed himself. Aaron towered over her, an all too familiar sight, a sight she’d get to relish in whenever they were on a case, a case that either left them feeling lonely or fuming with their hatred for one another.
“And what does that make you? Your body craves my touch, you’re my whore, my toy.” The degrading words left her walls clenching around nothing, drawing a moan from her as he spat down on her folds, mixing his saliva with her arousal. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest, guided by the feeling of his thick fingers pushing her walls apart, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her tightness.
Aaron fucked her with her fingers, set on a ruthless pace that matched the movements of his thumb, rubbing her pulsing bundle of nerves. Moans and groans were forced from her, sounds that rang in his ears, sounds so sweet he felt his cock twitching impatiently, knowing that neither one of them wanted to waste any more time, always set on keeping their time together short and limited.
“Just fuck me, Aaron, hurry up.” Her words were fuelled by her anger, and yet they dripped with need, a mixture that left him growling, pulling his hand from her only to replace his fingers with his cock. Their eyes held contact as he pushed into her, leaving her groaning at the too familiar stretch, set on feeling him as close as possible.
He fucked her with a merciless pace, making bruises form on her body and soul, forever etching this moment into her mind. (Y/n) clawed at his back, leaving scratches on his skin, drawing blood from the parts she clung to. They were tangled in a mess they won’t ever be able to untangle, forever interlaced with their anger guiding them.
“I won’t let you go, I won’t push you close to him, you’re mine, no matter how much you think you may hate me.” Aaron’s words pushed her closer to the edge she was crawling towards, desperate for her release, for the sweetest sensation only he managed to push through her system. She felt his calloused fingertips rubbing her clit, just enough to make her toes curl and her back arch against his front.
Their lips met for another bruising kiss, a kiss that left both moaning, knowing they wouldn’t last much longer. And yet neither of them wanted to end this very moment, wanting to stay connected like this, away from the world outside, away from the act they had to keep up whenever the team was around. An act that left both their hearts bleeding as their minds clung to the hatred they felt.
She came with a cry of his name, burying her fingernails in his shoulders as Aaron fucked her through her high, pulling away to paint her lower stomach with his cum. Both kept looking at one another for a few more moments before Aaron rose to his feet, putting on his underwear without any word leaving him. He disappeared for a few seconds, allowing (y/n) to catch her breath, watching him reappear with a wet towel.
He cleaned her all too carefully before he pressed one last kiss to her swollen lips, a lingering kiss that forced them to part with a sigh, and as she watched him leave her room, she couldn’t help but yearn for him, wondering if they’d ever get over their game, the act filled with hatred.
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