#not quite kinktober ‘22
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Customer Service
Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader
Word count: around 3K
Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.
Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).
Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.
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“Did you just ask me if I… Wanna do you in your bedroom?”
Your eyes were wide and you’d nearly choked on your drink, not believing what he’d just asked you.
Chris guffawed loudly, causing everyone to either look over or shake their heads, used to his expressions of mirth.
“Wow. Freudian slip much?”
“Fuck you, Chris.”
You rolled your eyes as you took another gulp, a little bit mortified.
“Hmmmm. There it goes again.”
He grabbed your hand as you walked away, pulling you back to where you were. You were heated and Chris seemed to be enjoying it. He always teased you every time you were around.
“Calm down, Gorgeous, I’m just messing with you. What I meant was, do you want to redecorate my bedroom? You did a great job in here.”
He indicated your mutual friend's basement, which you’d redesigned the past summer into a game/media/entertaining space. You looked around slowly, taking in every detail to which you’d paid close attention.
Chris always found a reason to talk to you at your friend’s get togethers, eternally flirty, but you did not take it seriously. Although you were attracted to him, it was never the right time. Either you were taken, or the rumors were that he was. And anyway, it was just harmless fun. No way he’d be interested in you.
“Gorgeous.”
As your eyes came back to Chris, he was looking at you, and not the decor. He cleared his throat and took another drink, eyes still on you.
“When I look around my bedroom, there just seems to be something missing. And so that leads me to you.”
You just stared at him, not wanting to respond this time. Chris took it as reticence.
“Come on. As a favor to me? Pwease?”
Chris pouted and poked out his ruby red bottom lip. You laughed at him.
“You’re just a great big brat, aren’t you?”
You sighed as he grinned knowingly.
”Ok. But it’s not a favor. It’s business. And I’m not cheap.”
Chris raised his eyebrow at you.
“Nothing that is worth having ever is.”
—-
Taking this gig seriously tested your willpower. During the frequent meetings in his bedroom, you’d had to hold yourself back from tackling him onto the huge bed and fucking his brains out.
But that wasn’t professional.
So you’d remained strong and took in the details of this room, which only had a huge bed and stark white decor. He was right. It needed some color.
You and he began the hunt all over New England for the perfect pieces to complete the look of his most intimate space, Chris wanting to use the new 4x4 pickup truck he’d bought soon after you were hired. Since he was between projects, you two spent a lot of time together, discussing design, among other things. He was a very involved client.
And a perfect gentleman.
Until one crisp fall weekend, when everything changed.
Early that morning, Chris pulled up to your house to pick you up, not opening the door for you as he usually did when you climbed up into the truck.
“‘Lo. Gorgeous. You good?”
Chris drawling his nickname for you in that Boston accent behind the wheel of a pickup truck was the subject of many of your fantasies. But you couldn’t let him catch you slipping.
His eyes skimmed up and down your body as you smoothed your dress down and settled in to put on your seatbelt. You looked at him as he stared at you.
“Good morning, Chris. I am. Are you?”
You crossed your legs, showcasing your legs and cowboy boots under your short corduroy dress. Chris’ eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and he moved toward you, then seemed to think better of it as he settled back into his seat.
“Just peachy.”
You wondered what his deal was, but you pushed down your feelings and got out your phone, checking your list of antique shops. After all, this was business. You could feel his eyes on you as he pulled out of your driveway and got on the road.
It was a beautiful drive, but there was a new, more dangerous tension between you as the morning progressed. and you felt that something was going to snap any minute. Chris was a man of few words today, responding to you with grunts and nods. There was something going on that you couldn’t name. It put you on edge.
The morning was tense, and as you entered the fourth shop before you circled back for lunch, Chris hung back, looking for a brass fireplace tool set as you searched for a wardrobe. You didn’t know it, but he was also checking for you as his eyes followed you throughout the store.
You almost stumbled over the cause of your undoing. Chris was pure sex on legs in jeans and a flannel shirt, signature baseball cap on over his hair which was newly buzzed and a scruff of a beard growing back in. You were too distracted by thoughts of him to notice his reaction to you as you walked through the old shop, which was filled to the brim with treasures.
Chris was watching your legs in the cowboy boots when you backed up to the object in question as you sized up a large piece of furniture.
“Ay, yo!”
You and the woman with gray in her hair looked up to see Chris give you a nod, full of arrogance and ownership. You were taken aback from across the shop as the owner smirked and looked back down to her ledger as Chris strode over to you, in full frat boy mode. His broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs made you feel some kind of way and you backed up further as he approached.
Chris took in your wide eyes and moved you with just his proximity, hands in his pockets as he looked down at you like some asshole at a college party. God, you hated how your body responded to him. But the way he made you feel was like nothing else in the world. Maybe you would say something when the job was done.
Maybe not.
Chris reached out to touch your arm and you stopped retreating, staring up into those clear blues shaded by the bill of his baseball cap as he smirked down at you. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then down to your side and back up at you, eyes shining.
Curious, you looked down and saw a small oval shaped end table, it’s top a mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and gave Chris a perfect view up your dress.
You shook your head at him, heart beating a mile a minute, but you didn’t move. Chris stared you down and spoke in a low tone which only you two could hear.
“I have to have that.”
He nodded down to the table, which reflected your ass back up to you both as you gazed down on it.
“You want it in your bedroom?”
Your voice was deep with desire as you asked the question. You were so close now, and looking up at him and his lips. You wondered how they would feel on your body.
“Want it. Need it. Bad.”
The way his voice broke a little bit was everything. There was no mistaking this conversation. You moaned a little yourself and cleared your throat.
“What are you going to do with it?”
The sexual tension was so high, you needed to climb over it and just do it.
Chris’s long lashes fanned his cheek as he looked down again and back up into your eyes.
“I’ll need to show you. In my bedroom. I imagine it will look good. Really good.”
Your breath hitched at the possibilities. You weren’t misreading any meaning this time.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Can you see the possibilities? Judging from what I see, I think you’re right there with me.”
You looked down to see that the vision of your soaked panties was plainly visible in the mirrored table top. There was no denying it. And you didn’t want to any more.
“You should get it.”
Chris gave a sexy side smile at your hoarse whisper.
“Oh. I intend to.”
Chris leaned down, his hand faintly brushing your thigh when he reached for the table. He smirked as he turned and headed toward the register.
You were too flustered to be able to breathe in the old store, so you walked out into the crisp fall air to catch your breath. You did not believe this was happening, and had almost convinced yourself that it hadn’t by the time Chris stalked out of the store, the table in hand. You climbed back into the truck as he put it in the back with the rest of the morning’s purchases. You tried in vain to stop thinking throughout the 20 minute drive.
When you arrived at his home, you jumped out of the truck, ready to call an Uber to take you home as he called to you from his door.
“Y/N.”
He nodded his head at you and you obeyed, following him into the house. You stopped in the living room, but was propelled forward as he jerked his head into his bedroom. You slowly moved forward, walking toward him and the table which he had put down near him in front of the bed.
“L-l-looks good.”
You were shook. You didn’t think you’d escape his bedroom untouched this time. And you didn’t think you wanted to.
“C’mere.”
Chris reached for your hand and you moved to give it to him. You two stared each other down, and then started to speak. At the same time.
“Chris,--”
“Y/N, am I–”
You both stopped and chuckled.
“You’re right–”
“Cause I gotta tell ya-”
You stopped again, and Chris took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair. You just had to feel it between your fingers, and as you moved, he reached for you too, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You came together like a pair of magnets, unable to resist each other any longer.
Your first kiss was heady, teeth and tongue and lips acting out stored-up need. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. Then, he leaned his forehead against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Same. But I wasn’t sure you liked me like that.”
Chris shook his head and chuckled.
“For a smart woman, you can be pretty clueless sometimes. Everyone knows how I feel about you.”
You shrugged your shoulders.
“No one told me.”
Chris was looking at your lips.
“You’re right. I should have. Y/N, L/N. I like you. I like you a lot.”
He kissed you again and pulled back.
“And like I said. I want you. I’ve been wondering what was under that dress all day, hoping it was nothing.”
“Oh really?”
Chris pulled you flush against him, and turned you around. You could feel the steel rod in his pants, and see him looking down. The table was right behind you.
“Yes. But what I saw in this table was so much better.”
Chris looked down again.
“White cotton panties. Do you know what that does to me?”
“No.” You smiled innocently. “What?”
You were enjoying the knowledge that you affected him.
“I had a dream about you this morning. White cotton panties against your beautiful skin. Almost busted a nut in my sleep like a fucking teenager.”
Chris was kissing your neck now, and your hands rubbed the erection inside his jeans.
“Woke up with the biggest hard on.”
You moaned.
“For me?”
“Yeah. for you. Do you want it?”
Chris pressed his crotch into your palm. You tried to grasp it in vain over his clothes. Then you reached for his button.
“Fuck yeah.”
You got his pants open and were able to feel the fullness of his member through his underwear. You licked your lips not wanting to split your lip on him, but wanting to try. He was looking down again.
“I know you’re wet, Gorgeous. Did I do that?”
Chris edged away from you and unbuttoned his flannel, threw it on the floor and then took off his t-shirt. How dare he ask that as he stood shirtless in front of you.
“You make me wet whenever you’re around, especially in this room.”
He moved toward you again, nodding.
“I get it. Usually I stroke one out before we meet. To keep my hands off you.”
You clenched as he pulled up your dress and pulled your panties tight between your folds. The friction was good, but somehow not enough. You wanted more.
“But this morning, I just let it ride. ‘S why I’m so wild right now. Tired of holding back..”
“Oh Chris…”
“Tell me no right now. And I will be able to stop. If not….”
He literally growled into your ear. His hands were at your hips now and going north, moving your dress up your body. You arched into him.
“Don’t stop Chris.”
His face changed and his hands stripped your clothes off.
You were wearing a white lace camisole, and your nipples were clearly hard beneath it.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, as he pulled it up over your head.
He grabbed you and his mouth descended down your body, stopping to worship and torture your nipples. One hand slipped inside your panties and he teased your slit, rubbing your wetness around them. You tried not to press your against his hand, but you were too wanton.
“I want to suck your dick, Chris.”
He moaned as you stroked his cock, running your thumb across his sticky wet tip. He shuddered.
“God I want that too, Gorgeous. Wanna see you try to take it all.”
His free fingers brushed your lips as his other hand teased inside your sopping hole.
“But first I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. And you will watch me do it.”
Before you knew it, your back was on the bed and Chris was on his knees in front of you, holding your legs open and staring at your pussy. Those eyes. Those lashes. Those lips as he licked them.
“Gorgeous.” He looked up at you. “Can I?”
You leaned up on your elbows, needing to see this.
“Please,” you begged, the anticipation getting to be too much.
Chris pushed your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders and leaned in, hot breath fanning your lower lips as his mouth got near. He moved his hands close and pulled your pussy lips apart, the sound of your slick releasing as he separated you deliciously pornographic. He licked up and down your slit, and leaned back, huffing with indignation.
“Shit this is delicious.”
He tasted you again.
“You can’t be this perfect.”
And again.
“Holy shit.”
And then he immersed his face fully into your cunt, lickiing, swiping, sucking with his lips and tongue. You grabbed his hair and tugged, causing him to moan into your already-wrecked hole.
“Oh god, Chris….”
He pulled back, smacking his lips.
“That’s right. Give it to me.”
He lifted his hand, rotating his palm up, and slid his middle finger into you.
“So fucking tight. This is just one finger. Gotta loosen up, Gorgeous. Eyes on me.”
He winked and started to eat you out again, locking eyes with you. His tongue went to town, flicking your sensitive nub.
“Pinch those nipples for me, Gorgeous. Hard. Like a good girl.”
He spoke into your cunt and he looked down to watch you clench desperately around his digit. That’s when he slipped another in and started finger fucking you. Grinning, he leaned down again and took your clit between his teeth as he watched your fingers pinch and pull your breasts.
“Goo gul.” Good girl.
He spoke through your pussy, the vibrations of his voice coursing through you and causing the tight coil in your belly to snap and sending your release gushing into his face. He gladly took everything you gave him, lapping you up and groaning in gratitude. When your pulses slowed, he stood up and wiped his face with his t-shirt.
You stared at the ceiling, embarrassed that you came that hard, and all over him. Your cheeks were warm and you wouldn’t look his way.
“Hey.”
Chris was grabbing your hand. And bringing you upright, tilting your head up for a kiss. His eyes were full of admiration.
“I think I’m addicted to that shit. We’re going to have to do that again.”
He smiled down at you, and you smiled back as he walked you backwards to the table.
“But first, I gotta see this.”
Chris gently kicked your legs apart and positioned the table between them.
“Wanna see myself balls deep in your pretty little pussy from this angle, Gorgeous.”
He walked behind you, trailing his hand on your torso as he nestled himself against your back.
“Now watch closely.”
You looked down and gasped. It was so graphic, and so fucking sexy. Chris was pumping his cock and swiping it between your wet folds, causing sparks of sensation to radiate through your body. Looking at it from this perspective was a unique experience.
“So fucking hot.”
Chris’s deep voice in your ear and the drops of your arousal on the mirror caused you to try and chase his cock for relief, but he just held your hip fast with his hand to keep you still.
“Keep being my good girl, Gorgeous. Be patient.”
After listening to you keen in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, he couldn’t hold back any longer.
You moaned as you watched his huge cock breach your tiny hole from below. Your pussy started squeezing round him as he slowly stuffed himself inside you. Chris’s hands were on your hips holding you down from take off as he thrust his pelvis. You groaned and threw your head back against his shoulder, not able to bear the image.
“Watch.”
Chris’s tone was laced with a little bit of danger. You clenched and he moaned, then smirked at your tell. He doubled down on the dom.
“Keep those fucking eyes open.”
You looked down and it took your breath away. You had the perfect view of Chris’s cock sleeking in and out of your cunt, balls tight against his unit.
“Now circle that clit. Lemme see that pretty little manicure help make you… “
You’d obeyed Chris immediately, and the vision of your chocolate manicured fingers parting your lips and rotating around your clit as his cock invading your tight channel was extremely erotic.
Chris looked down and saw his cock destroying you. He felt you beginning to spasm around him. He heard your sopping wet cunt and your sexy moans. He couldn’t take it.
“Shit that looks so, feels so, sounds so fucking good…”
“Oohhh!”
You were near the edge. He sucked a hickey onto your neck as he lifted you off the ground with his thrusts. He hooked your leg over his elbow to help gain deeper access.
“Holy shit, taking me so fucking well. Gorgeous, look at it.”
“I can’t Chris, I… shit, holyyyyy, I’m gonna cum again. All over you, shittttt.”
Chris moved you slightly away from the mirror, but did not stop fucking you. He husked into your ear.
“Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’ll give it all to you. Gonna stuff this little pussy so full of my cum…”
“Ahhhh ahhh ah ahhhh!”
You came, body shuddering as Chris pounded into you. You felt the warm spurt of his cum hit your walls and you released as promised.
You opened your eyes and you were on the floor, curled up in Chris’s arms as he sat on the rug at the foot of his bed. His hand was stroking your spine and you felt safe and warm. But anxious. You looked up at him.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe we did that.”
Chris kissed your nose.
“I can. Been dreaming of it for a long time. A couple of years. Since we first met.”
You were flabbergasted.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It never seemed to be the right time. But we’re here now.”
You smiled wide.
“Yeah. And I’m glad.”
Chris gave you a tender kiss and held you tighter. Then he got up and lifted you with him.
“Time to shower and finish this bedroom.”
You tried to pull him toward the bathroom. But he didn’t budge.
“Or you can give me that blowjob you promised.”
You looked down to see Chris at half staff already.
“We’ve got time. Bedroom seems complete now anyway.”
That lopsided smile did something to your heart. You sank down on your knees.
“The customer is always right.”
Read the next part: One Per Customer
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𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔’𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 | 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
hello my loves 🥀 last year was quite fun, wasn’t it? now, lets get into it once more, yet this time even better! enjoy. ♡
𖧡 please note the following, some of those works may contain triggering content and kinks that might not be for you, do not click on something you aren't comfortable with, much love.
𖧡 links: main masterlist | ao3
𖧡 status: completed!
♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶ kinktober masterlist.
𖧡 important: the characters will be added on each day. + this year i will switch between headcanons but also whole written fics and so on. characters will vary each day.
𖧡 since star rail doesn't have many characters it'll be for every other day that i felt they fit in but don't be surprised if i end up posting both fandoms on days where only genshin was planned, i’m going with the flow and i know myself, i will definitely get an idea for a star rail character with the kink and then just post both fandoms and add it onto the masterlist.
1. october ♰ size kink
genshin impact— alhaitham, wriothesley
honkai star rail— jing yuan, luocha
2. october ♰ cunnilingus
genshin impact— heizou, venti, scaramouche, xiao
3. october ♰ bimbofication
genshin impact— ayato, childe
honkai star rail— luka, blade
4. october ♰ knife kink
genshin impact— dottore & pantalone
5. october ♰ aphrodisiacs
genshin impact— tighnari, kazuha
honkai star rail— sampo, jing yuan
6. october ♰ blow job, deepthroating
genshin impact— lyney, kaveh, kaeya, neuvillette
7. october ♰ monsterfucking & dragon cock
genshin impact— zhongli, neuvillette
honkai star rail— dan heng
8. october ♰ doggy / ass lovers
genshin impact— diluc, albedo, cyno, scaramouche
9. october ♰ threesome
genshin impact— neuvillette & wriothesley
honkai star rail— blade & jing yuan
10. october ♰ exhibitionism
genshin impact— itto, childe, xiao, dainsleif
11. october ♰ breeding
genshin impact— wriothesley, zhongli, thoma, ayato
12. october ♰ cockwarming
genshin impact— heizou, alhaitham, baizhu
honkai star rail— blade, gepard
13. october ♰ biting/marking
genshin impact— kaveh, kazuha, cyno, venti
14. october ♰ yandere corruption
genshin impact— lyney, albedo
honkai star rail— dan heng, jing yuan
15. october ♰ bondage
genshin impact— kaeya, diluc
honkai star rail— luka, blade
16. october ♰ dumbification
genshin impact— tighnari, dottore, scaramouche, childe
17. october ♰ virginity loss
genshin impact— neuvillette, heizou, wriothesley
honkai star rail— blade, jing yuan
18. october ♰ overstimulation
genshin impact— gorou, lyney, alhaitham, kazuha
19. october ♰ edging
genshin impact— zhongli, xiao, ayato
honkai star rail— welt, dan heng
20. october ♰ dacryphilia
genshin impact— neuvillette, diluc, baizhu
honkai star rail— blade, argenti
21. october ♰ jealousy
genshin impact— alhaitham, thoma, scaramouche, wriothesley
22. october ♰ mirror syx
genshin impact— cyno, kaeya, childe
honkai star rail— gepard, jing yuan
23. october ♰ squirting
genshin impact— ayato, kaveh, tighnari, pantalone
24. october ♰ brat taming
genshin impact— kazuha, alhaitham
honkai star rail— welt, dan heng
25. october ♰ orgasm denial
genshin impact— diluc, lyney, albedo, thoma
26. october ♰ degradation
genshin impact— scaramouche, dottore, pantalone
honkai star rail— jing yuan, luocha
27. october ♰ praising
genshin impact— neuvillette, dainsleif, xiao, zhongli
28. october ♰ vampire au
genshin impact— diluc
28. october bonus ♰ bodyguard au
genshin impact— wriothesley
29. october ♰ nipple play
genshin impact— neuvillette, childe, kazuha, heizou
honkai star rail— sampo, blade
30. october ♰ hate syx
genshin impact— wriothesley, ayato, scaramouche, alhaitham
31. october ♰ drunk syx
genshin impact— kazuha, venti
honkai star rail— dan heng, jing yuan
1. bonus ♰ power imbalance
genshin impact — neuvillette, ayato, dottore, alhaitham
2. bonus ♰ cock worship
genshin impact — wriothesley, heizou, scaramouche, neuvillette
3. bonus ♰ body worship
genshin impact — diluc, zhongli, childe, alhaitham
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KINKTOBER DAY 22 — HAND KINK
PAIRING: jeno x fem!reader
GENRE/CW: smut, roommate au, fingering, praising, usage of nicknames.
WC: 0.9k words
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni
A/N: hihi, angels! here i have soft dom!jeno as requested by my lovee @lunalovesstories! i hope you like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33
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“You’re staring, babe.”
His deep, soothing voice was enough to snap you out of your daydream, suddenly hyper aware of your surroundings, and well, your eyes which were fixated on his fingers.
Lee Jeno was your roommate, and it was normal for you guys to sit down and have a chat, or give each other company occasionally, yet you had never been invited to sit down next to him to do what, watch him play video games?
The offer was sweet, considering you were bored out of your mind and had nothing better to do at the given moment, yet your whole perspective regarding the situation changed when you realized that you’ll be watching Jeno work his fingers on the keyboard to kill off the enemies.
Now, the idea of staring at someone’s hands must sound creepy per se, however you weren’t at fault or to be blamed for staring when Jeno had such long and slender fingers. You were rendered speechless when you first encountered the said man in a sleeveless tank top, his muscles prominent, which was also the day when you realized just how buff he is. That same day, he helped you carry the groceries inside the apartment—the veins on his arms more prominent than ever.
The realization of the fact that he had pretty hands only encouraged your mind to get indulged in the most lewd thoughts of him having his fingers buried deep in your cunt. It had you wondering just how heavenly it would feel if he’d let you suck on his fingers, if he’d pinch your nipples for being naughty and staring, if he’d wrap his fingers around your neck in a gentle squeeze.
Jeno can’t lie, he’s noticed your stare on his hands quite a few times now, yet he hadn’t ever bothered to point it out before, until today that is, mostly because he found it cute how you had completely zoned out while your eyes were still on the keyboard.
You panicked, wondering if he thought that you were crazy for staring, yet you only found him smiling at you with a gentle gaze, his fingers coming to caress your cheek, your heartbeat rising up at the feeling of his soft thumb pads on your skin.
“You like them, hm?” He asked, voice deep and soft.
You found yourself gulping and saying no mindlessly to prevent any more embarrassment, to which he chuckled, “is that so?”
“Jeno,” you didn’t mean it to come out as a whine but it did, especially when his thumb brushed your lip, your mouth parting open on its own accord, mind fuzzy already.
He only pulled you closer effortlessly, making you sit on his lap with a gasp, holding your waist and continuing his actions. You couldn’t help it, not when his fingers were resting on your lips, so you simply opened your mouth further, your tongue gliding along his skin before you started sucking on them.
He looked at you, mesmerized. Firstly because he didn’t expect his roommate to be interested in him. Secondly, because you looked so beautiful just sucking on his fingers, your lips glistening with the saliva.
“So fucking pretty,” he muttered under his breath, his other hand parting your legs, massaging your inner thighs, which was convenient for him as you had worn a skirt.
The cool metal of his rings juxtaposed the warmth of your skin, and you fully gave up trying to conceal your moans when he started rubbing your pussy over the panties, setting your mouth free to hear your pretty noises as you hid your face in his neck.
“Still don’t like it, baby?” He whispered, cupping your cheek with his free hand to make you look up at him.
“I do,” you breathed out, “I really do,” you confirmed, making him pull you in a sweet kiss, your knees weak with how effortlessly he got rid of your panties before stuffing you full of his fingers, your back arching with the sudden stretch.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it so well,” he praised, pressing butterfly kisses all over your neck, as you held on to his arm for support, squirming and shaking with how good he made you feel, thrusting his fingers and abruptly picking up the pace when you started rolling your hips to meet his two digits, clenching uncontrollably while doing so.
“Shh, baby. Calm down,” he whispered, pecking the side of your lip when you felt yourself breathing hard, “take a deep breath, yeah?” He kissed you all over your face.
It felt too good, the unadulterated pleasure which had your nipples hardened, a tear escaping your eyes, which he kissed away, wrapping his arms around you to squeeze and fondle your tits, veins visible on his hands as he did so.
“Go ahead, princess. Make a mess on my fingers,” he holds you gently, helping you reach your climax, patting your folds softly, pushing the wet fingers in your mouth to clean him up, “that’s my good girl,” he whispered, hugging you close to him which made you smile.
You couldn’t believe that your roommate had you falling apart on his fingers, and praising you through it all.
All you knew was you didn’t want it to stop, and neither did Jeno because soon, he was picking you up and helping you get on the bed, pulling his T-shirt up and removing it before he got on top of you with a smirk, “are you ready, princess?”
It was going to be a long night.
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Relax
Kinktober 2023 Day 22 Intercrural Sex
“You need to relax,” Astarion chides above you, the heels of his palms digging into the skin of your shoulders.
You huff, unburying your face from the mattress. “I am relaxed.”
He snorts. “Yes,” he agreed sarcastically, digging his hand into a particularly tight spot of muscle, “I can feel.”
You groan at the sensation of pain, good pain. A few deep breaths, and you try to relax your body as much as possible right now. Not all the knots under your skin will be solved by breathing exercises.
You’d spent the last four days kicking around in the Undermountian, searching for something Gale said he needed for whatever it was he was working on. Luckily, you’d managed to find the ring, a rather unassuming little gold thing with no other adornments on it. Unluckily, so did a sea hag that was lurking in the Sargauth River. You’d been slammed around by it, having been the one unfortunate enough to have discovered it. The healing potion had done much of the work before you’d left, but your body still ached.
While Gale had run off as soon as you reached home, Astarion had insisted you bathe and then offered a massage. You had no desire to say no to these offers so you hadn’t. The bath had been warm and lovely, you no longer smelt of rotting fish, but the work Astarion was putting into your muscles was much nicer. He was sitting lightly on the backs of your thighs, hands kneading gently into your flesh and muscles. Every so often, he drizzles oil on your back to aid in the slide of his hands.
“How did you learn this,” you ask, eyes drifting shut as Astarion’s hands made their way down your back.
Astarion laughs darkly, and you cringe, realizing your misstep. “Sometimes we needed to relax our guests in… nonchemical or mind-controlled ways,” he answers anyway.
You hum in acknowledgment, “You’ll have to teach me sometimes. That way, I can return the favor.”
“You were the one dashed about the rocks, pet, I maintained a rather safe distance,” Astarion reminds, as he alternates which side he was rubbing.
He wasn’t wrong there.
You allow yourself to doze lightly as Astarion makes his way down your back. He doesn’t linger on your ass, only paying it the same attention as he did anywhere else. You want to pout, but there’s no real drive behind it. Your brain and body are beginning to stir, his nimble hands reminding you of just what else they’re quite good at, too. By the time he’s gently digging his knuckles into the muscle of your calf, you moan and bury your face into the sheets.
If Astarion realizes, he doesn’t let on. Instead, he keeps up his work. As he begins on your second calf, slowly working his way up your leg, you sigh and shift your legs open a little. You tell yourself it's to allow him to get at every inch of muscle, not as a temptation. By the time Astarion reaches your thigh, he’s pushed your legs farther apart with his knee, fingers kneading ever higher.
He pauses once he reaches the top of your thigh, his hand resting on the inside. “Yes or no?”
You’re tired enough that you can’t even consider playing coy. “Yes,” you breathe, trying to spread your legs even further.
Astarion gently runs the side of his hand between the folds of your cunt, glancing against your clit. You gasp at the sensation. His touch is soft at first when he turns his hand to rub two of his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan again, low in your throat.
He’s not teasing tonight. All of his movements are expert, a perfect demonstration of how to get you off as efficiently as possible. By the time he’s pressing his fingers inside you, you’re so wet you can hear them as they slide in and out. He shifts to achieve a better angle, and you realize you can feel his hard cock pressing against your leg.
“Wait,” you mumble through the fog of tiredness and pleasure.
He stops immediately.
“What about you?” You manage the words without a single slur, lifting your head slightly so they’re not muffled either.
Astarion chuckles. This time it’s warm. “Darling, you can barely keep your head up, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep your hips up,” he doesn’t sound angry about this fact. Quietly amused, yes.
“No, but I want to,” you whine and move your arm to attempt to push yourself up.
Astarion moves quicker, pressing on your shoulder with his clean hand. You huff and earn yourself another laugh from him. “You really are something,” he says in a much softer voice than he uses normally.
“Do you want to have sex?” You ask bluntly, even though you’ve given up trying to sit up.
Astarion is quiet for a moment. “I wouldn’t be opposed. After all, you are a delicious sight right now,” he agrees, “but the fact remains, you can barely sit up right now,”
He’s right, you realize. “I can roll over,” you suggest.
“No,” Astarion says, “I have an idea if you’re so set on it.”
You nod, you hair undoubtedly going wild against the sheets. “I am.”
He stands then, and when you turn your head to look at him, he’s efficiently removing his trousers. Once they’re off he presses a kiss against your forehead before climbing back onto the bed. This time, he nudges your legs closed. He climbs up them and sits, much the way he had been at the start of the massage.
Nothing happens, and then there’s the sound of something slick. He’s fisting his cock, you realize belatedly, probably with the oil. He drizzles some between the cleft of your ass, allowing it to slide down and pool between your thighs. Astarion moves and lays over your back, hands planted on the bed. Carefully he begins rutting against your ass. You try to roll your hips to help, but a hand reaches down and presses them back toward the bed.
He continues like that until he, too, is panting softly with each thrust. Then, he shifts and angles his hips a little differently. The first thrust like this and his cock slides between your thighs. He readjusts his angle with each new thrust until he’s just barely between your folds, most of him still between the flesh of your thighs. With every stroke, his cockhead is brushing into your clit.
You moan breathlessly at this new sensation. You aren’t helping in the slightest. Even his legs on either side of yours are helping keep them pinned together.
You’re reduced to whimpering as he’s now perfected each thrust, hitting you clit every single time. The fire that had dulled while he prepared roars to life with a fury. Astarion keeps going, faster, as his own sounds begin to run together. Deep moans meld with soft grunts.
You come after just a few more strokes like that. Muscles spasming to draw your thighs together impossibly tighter. Astarion keeps fucking against you, each brush against your clit drawing out your release just a little more. With a harsh sound from somewhere in his throat, Astarion comes. He keeps himself buried between your legs, and you feel his cum spurting warmly there, coating your thighs.
He collapses on you, his flesh warmer than usual from how close he’s been to you all night. You don’t mind, eyes already fluttering shut.
He groans, dismayed, after a moment of resting against you. “Unfortunately, I do have to clean us up, without magic,” he laments.
You chuckle but don’t stir; sleep already claiming you.
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Kinktober Day 22: Aemond Targaryen/Sister!Reader + Spanking + Corruption Kink
a/n: from a request from @midnightlua123 for kinktober! 💕
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, canon typical incest, corruption kink, spanking, fingering
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
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You’ve always been the sweetest one of the Targaryen siblings. Some wonder if, perhaps, you are even a Targaryen at all. You are gentle and kind and innocent, a perfect lady. All of your siblings have been protective over you your entire life, even Rhaenyra, much to your surprise, despite her distaste for your brothers. None, however, is more protective than Aemond. He sees you as this delicate little creature to be sequestered away and kept safe from the eyes of the realm’s men, wanting you to remain innocent and pure forever.
Needless to say, when he catches you about to lock lips with none other than Prince Jacaerys, he goes ballistic. He snarls, pulling little Lord Strong off of you, shoving him aside, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you back to your chambers, ignoring your noises of protest. There is fire in his eye when he locks the door, rounding on you, stalking toward you, every bit a dragon about to devour a poor helpless lamb.
“Aemond, it wasn’t what it looked like,” you whimper as he sits on your bed, putting you over his knee like some sort of petulant child, “I swear-”
He silences you, landing a heavy-handed slap on your ass, reveling in the strangled gasp you let out at the impact, your skin smarting. Aemond lifts the skirt of your dress and your slip, his rough palm, calloused from all his time training, caressing your smooth skin before landing hard on it again, watching the way your entire body tenses with delight, your thighs shaking.
“You were a naughty little girl, hāedus,” Aemond murmurs, grabbing you by the hair, lifting you to face him, “And naughty girls need to be taught how to behave properly. Did you think it was alright to flirt with that little bastard? Did you want to fuck him?”
“No,” you shake your head vehemently, burying your face in his lap as he spanks you again, “No, Aemond, I didn’t! I just…”
“You just what?” Aemond snarls, tossing you onto the bed like a rag doll, climbing over you, “If you wanted your innocence to be claimed so badly, you should have come to me. Your beloved brother.”
You gaze up at him, eyes watery with tears, a sight that he finds oddly arousing. Aemond chuckles darkly, his fingers trailing along your calf, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he moves up your thigh to your cunt. Your lips part in surprise, eyes going wide as he pushes one finger inside you, the intrusion feeling strange at first but quickly giving way to a strange sort of pleasure that you do not quite understand.
“Have you ever touched yourself here, dōnus riñus?” Aemond purrs as he continues moving his finger in and out of you, adding a second, filling you up more than you have ever felt in your life, “Judging by the way you’re trembling, I don’t think you have. No matter. I’ll teach you.”
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Kinktober Day 22: Somnophilia + Wooyoung
For 😎
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k | Pairing: jwy x f!reader | Genre: smut
Warnings: non-consensual somnophilia (it’s been discussed but they didn’t decide to do it this night), themes of non consent, bratty sub!wooyoung, fingering, unprotected piv sex, creampie, talk of punishment
Wooyoung knows he shouldn’t. He knows he shouldn’t, okay? Sure, you’ve talked about this before, but you definitely didn’t discuss it being tonight.
But you’re right here. Right here in bed, back to his chest in your microscopic pajamas, sound asleep.
And where is he?
He’s here in bed, in his boxers, right next to you and wide awake and hard, so hard, he could cry. So hard, he could cut glass. So hard, he could slip a hand into your shorts, stretch you just enough, and sink inside.
Which is exactly what he does.
He pets at your entrance with his fingers, your pussy still wet from when he ate you out before bed, and slides first one then two fingers inside. He doesn’t linger, just holds you open for his cock and slowly pushes in.
The heat of your cunt is scalding, nearly as hot as the pits of hell that will surely swallow him up as soon as he’s done with you. Or the magma of your rage when you discover he’s used you like this, taken you without permission, without earning it first.
Either, both, are worth it to feel this, you. To feel your pussy wrapped around him, and your warmth radiating into him, and your heart beating against his. Yours is slow, sedate, calm compared to the way his is racing, pounding, galloping in his chest.
It always feels like this when you let him inside of you, but it’s more intense now that you didn’t quite let him. He doesn’t know if he should attempt to move at all, used to you telling him what to do in these situations, so he just stays still, lets his cock throb and leak within your plush walls.
You feel good enough that he might not need to move to get there, might be able to let the searing, soaking luxury of your pussy carry him over the edge, though he really shouldn’t cum inside you.
Wooyoung wants to, though. Like, he really wants to. You only let him when he’s been a good boy and he’s being the very opposite right now, but it feels like the perfect end to this bout of sinning.
He can clean you up after, suck the cum out of your cunt with his mouth and wipe you down with a washcloth, and you might not even know.
He thinks he doesn’t really care if you do, though.
Even the thought of the punishment he’d get for this has him feeling hot, has his dick twitching inside you, has him struggling not to pull back and shove his hips into yours.
That would definitely wake you up, and he’s getting so close, too close for this to end now. He can feel precum seeping out of his aching cock, feel it mixing with your building wetness, and he just knows he’s only seconds away from breaking.
You start to clench around him in your sleep and he decides far too late that he just can’t cum inside you. He starts to pull back, but suddenly your hand is on his hip, your nails digging in and holding him to you.
“Where’re you going?” You mumble, a grouchy tinge to your drowsy voice. “If you’re gonna break the rules, you could at least make me cum too.”
You let go of his hip and reach for his hand, dragging it between your legs and tapping his fingers to signal him. Wooyoung rushes to find your clit, his fingertips rubbing sloppy, slick circles into the swollen little nub as his dick jerks inside you.
“Gonna cum, baby? It’ll be your last for the next week after this. You were too desperate, too needy to wait for me, huh?” You murmur as he whines into your ear, your walls clenching and squeezing around him. “Couldn’t even wake me up, such a bad boy. My little brat.”
Fuck, Wooyoung loves when you talk to him like this. It always pushes him closer, makes him flush from head to toe, makes him feel hot and loved and embarrassed and wanted.
He loves to be your bad boy, your little brat, loves to act out just so you’ll put him in his place. Every punishment earned is more than worth it, and even acts as an incentive sometimes.
Now, it might be what sends him over the edge.
He knows you mean it, knows you won’t be letting him cum all week, and also knows you’ll be using him in the meantime, so he’ll have to endure the bliss of your pussy while holding back his own.
Just the thought of you taking your pleasure while giving him everything and nothing makes him groan, makes the heat in his belly spool into a burning coil of desire, and when you shiver and start to cum around him, he knows it’s the end.
His head spins, his vision blurs, and all he can do is hold onto you and let your pussy unravel him as he comes apart. He buries his face in your neck, whimpering and trembling as his cock jerks and jolts against your walls, flooding you with hot, sticky cum.
He lays there, pressed up against you and fighting to catch his breath, until you start to squirm against him. He knows you don’t like to go too long without cleaning up after sex so he pulls away, slowly withdrawing his sensitive, half hard cock from you and rolling off the bed to jog to the bathroom on shaky knees.
He dampens a washcloth and returns as quickly as he can, scrambling to take care of you now that he’s not blinded by need. You roll onto your back and he wipes you down gently, murmuring words of gratitude and apology and hoping the rules are the only thing he broke tonight.
You must be able to sense the turn his mood has taken, your face softening and your arms opening to him. He falls into you, burrowing in your arms and curling his legs up against you, his arm slung over your waist and his fingers clutching your sleep shirt.
“Did I hurt you? Are you mad at me?” He asks in a small voice, fearful of the answer.
“You didn’t hurt me, Woo, and I’m not mad. We talked about trying this, remember?”
“Yeah, but we didn’t decide on tonight.”
“Which is what the punishment is for, baby boy.”
He hides his relieved smile in your chest, nuzzling into your warmth before heaving a great sigh and letting his eyes fall shut. He mumbles an, “I love you,” and the last thing he hears as his brain powers down and his body goes limp is your sweet voice telling him you love him back.
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Kinktober Day 22 - Teratophilia
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The different creatures that made up KorTac was always fascinating to you. Being one of the only humans made you stand out in a mostly hybrid military force. It was interesting being the one on the receiving end of all the questions. Not like you didn’t have any yourself of course, but that was neither here nor there.
There was one member however, that not many people knew about. König. The colonel was a complete mystery to most everyone in the company, yourself included. Despite all the questions thrown his way, it was like he had become and expert at dodging them.
You hadn’t meant to walk in on him and discovery his secret, honest. So needless to say, both you and the Austrian giant that led your company were both a bit startled when you walked in on him changing. You quickly shut the door behind you, just on the off chance somebody else could see.
Where a normal human being would have a mouth and nose, this man had a variety of tentacles. Each one was littered with scars, and varied in their shape and size. “What can I help you with?” the voice you heard seemed like it came out of nowhere, but it was definitely the voice you knew to be his.
You stuttered and stumbled, trying to find the words to tell him your reasoning for being there. König sighed heavily and crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall of his room. A familiar tingle was spreading down to the very tips of his extra appendages and he knew what was happening. “You need to leave,” he tells you briskly. “I…can’t be responsible for what happens if you stay.”
You cocked an eyebrow briefly before you saw his body language shift. Your eyes immediately drifting to your colonel’s crotch, judging by the scent in the room. You’d done your research on a variety of hybrids once you were accepted into KorTac. You wanted to be aware of the different challenges your teammates faced and how you could help them during those times.
For cephalopods, they did face mating seasons, like many others and twice a year at that. And that’s when it dawned on you, the issue in the room. Your colonel had been about to lock himself in his room for said time of year.
Now, any sane person would bolt, run from the room and mentally scrub their eyes of whatever the hell it was they just saw. You were quite the opposite however. You straightened yourself up and cleared your throat. “How can I help, Colonel?” you asked, putting as much emphasis on just how genuine your offer was.
König’s eyes widened a bit as he considered your offer carefully. On the one hand, he’s finally have somebody to sit through his cycle with him. On the other, he often times didn’t know he own strength during those times. A risk he was willing to take.
“Lie down,” he tells you, the voice you hear ar more growly than before. It’s as if you’re compelled to obey, your legs carrying you over to his bed and laying back. “Now take off your pants and undergarments.” You follow along as you’re instructed, moving quicker than you probably would if this were something more formal.
But this is instinctual and you knew it, both of you did. You watched with curiosity as König kneels between your legs, spreading them gently. His large hands splayed across your thighs sent a wave of arousal straight to your sex. You hear your colonel chuckle quietly at your reaction.
“Eager are we?” the Austrian hybrid purrs. The first couple tendrils to touch your leg startle you and your body instantly recoils a bit. “Hush now, schatz. I promise you this will feel good.” And like that, you can feel a soothing wave rush over your skin. Like a safety net, letting you know all was okay.
The suckers along König’s tentacles drug across your skin. The pull was lightly painful, but in a very pleasant way. They surround and caress your sex, tugging and rubbing everywhere at once. Your hips try to buck up off the bed, but a firm hand holds you still.
“S-Sir!” you moan, head falling back. Your sense are foggy and fuzzy with pleasure, enough that you barely miss the tendril that prods your entrance. You can feel him moving his body against your leg, no doubt creating friction against his erection.
“You taste so good little one,” the hybrid hums, sounding more as if he were admiring you than pleasuring you. “You’ll taste even better once you come for me, no?” You can only whimper and nod your head in agreement. Words were beyond you now; the only thing penetrating your fluff filled head was pleasure.
You can feel puffs of air hitting just above your sex and look down to meet his gaze. His chest is heaving, as if he were borderline coming. “Yes my dear, you’re making me feel good,” König tells you. Part of your still sane mind wonders how in the hell he guessed that, but you’re not exactly in the state of mind to be asking questions.
One, then two slicked up tentacles penetrate your hole, kissing along your walls as they slowly fill you. Your eyes roll back in your head from the explosion of pleasure. It felt like it was building…building until–
“Come.”
The command breaks you, has your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Your back arches up off the plush mattress these “heat” rooms, as they were called, had. All the way, your sex is all but milked by König’s tentacles.
You’re shaking by the time the tremors of pleasure finally slow. Strong hands help your body relax back down, so you’re simply flopping yourself over. “Well done schatz,” you hear the hybrid praise, accent a bit thicker now. You can feel him rub soothing circles across your skin, helping to ground you.
You sit yourself up onto your elbows, doing your best to slow your breathing. Your colonel chuckles softly at you, patting your outer thigh. “I hope you’re not too tired yet hmm?” You give him a quizzical look; all your readings stated that cephalopods usually only lasted a single round. “I am more than just a hybrid darling, I”m a man as well.
“And I have much more that I need from you.”
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✦ Day 22 - Wildcard (Cuckolding)
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: CEO husband!Sangyeon x afab!reader x Co-worker!Juyeon
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.6K
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), cuckolding (do not read if triggering), oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, male masturbation, aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), 2/3 of the Lee Line present (yes, that is a warning in itself) pleasure!dom Sangyeon? maybe?, Proofread! Let me know if I missed anything!
‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: This was a treat to write, especially in the POV of Sangyeon hehe been thinking about this idea for a while and now it’s finally here. Please note also that cuckolding is a consented sexual act so do NOT come after me with shit. Enjoy!
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Sangyeon never thought he'd end up in a situation like this. All his life, he pictured himself just living how everyone else wanted to: working hard in a job he likes, marrying the person of his dreams, having kids with, and living in a big house.
But this was not the case.
Never did he expect that he'd be here, in his master bedroom, sitting in his huge armchair across his bed, pleasuring himself while watching Juyeon have sex with his beautiful wife… you.
You and Sangyeon have been married for almost two years now. Why you got married was not something either of you expected to begin with. His father was extremely wealthy, making Sangyeon next in line to inherit all the family's fortunes. And you, the daughter of one of Sangyeon's father's closest friends.
And because of that, it had been decided that you would have an arranged marriage to Sangyeon, maintaining the wealth and status of both families.
You never hated each other, not once. Even if you had a few arguments here and there, you never resented each other. In fact, you and Sangyeon got along pretty well given your situation. You enjoyed each other's company, learned each other's boundaries, but most importantly... had an incredibly passionate sex life.
Your physical and sexual attraction to one another was off the charts, engaging in sexual activities almost every day, at any moment, on any surface of your mansion. This went on for quite some time, until suddenly Sangyeon had to take over the company as his father stepped down, making it harder to spend time with you.
As he got busier, working overtime at the office, and going on multiple business trips, the intimacy between the two of you started to dwindle. It was like you were strangers once again.
Truth be told, Sangyeon actually did love you. And even though he knew your love was not the same as his, he did his best to make sure his love was known by spoiling you with every chance he could get, letting you do whatever you wanted to do, even going as far as using him as your personal sex toy despite being exhausted from work.
One thing Sangyeon noticed over time as he got busier was that you would tend to "subtly" flirt with his right-hand man, Lee Juyeon. When you would quickly visit Sangyeon in his office, you would make it a point to say hi to Juyeon before leaving. The times when Sangyeon would bring work home, he would see you giggling at something Juyeon whispered in your ear.
He's not going to lie, jealousy did bubble up in the pit of his stomach the first few times he noticed your behavior, especially when you had this look in your eyes whenever you talked to Juyeon that Sangyeon never saw when you looked at him.
Sangyeon never confronted you about it because he knew you like the back of his hand. Even if you blatantly flirted with Juyeon while he was in the room, you would never physically cheat on him (but mentally was another question.)
He did catch you that one time he peeked through the crack of the master bedroom's door, seeing you lying down beautifully as you touched yourself but moaning out Juyeon's name instead of his.
Sangyeon knows he should have done something the moment he witnessed all that. He should have been furious that you were thinking about someone else while pleasuring yourself. But there was something that sparked in him that night, making him more turned on than he should have been.
There was something about the way your face glowed after pleasuring yourself that made him... happy?
During that same night, as Sangyeon stroked your hair while you slept on his lap after watching a movie together in the living room, an idea suddenly popped into his head. An idea that wouldn't have been on his list of ways to rekindle your relationship, but he knew it might just work... and it had to involve Juyeon in the picture.
It was the night of your monthly date night. After going to this new restaurant, driving around the city, and having a good round of drinks, Sangyeon had your hips pinned down to the mattress as he slowly lapped at your cunt, making you reach your second orgasm of the night.
You didn't know what it was about tonight, but you were feeling extra horny for some reason. And Sangyeon could sense this too, meaning his plan was working. You see, Sangyeon made sure that he was slowly hinting at what was about to happen tonight.
Dropping little hints such as wearing the same cologne as Juyeon, mentioning him casually in conversations as he talked about work, and so on. He could see you shift your legs at times, trying your best not to rub your thighs together and hiding your blushing face at the mention of his co-worker.
"Sangyeon, I can't," you cried out, trying to push his face away from your dripping core.
"Shh. I got you sweetheart, don't worry. Okay?" He kissed your wet folds one last time before pushing himself up to kiss you, tasting your own arousal on his lips. You reached for his pants, palming his clothed erection and attempting to pull down the zipper until Sangyeon gripped your wrist and stopped you.
"You don't want?" You looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Not this time," he responded.
"Is there something wrong?" Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, worried that you might have done something to make him react this way.
"Oh no no, there's nothing wrong at all! Nothing could ever be wrong with you," he smiled, caressing your cheek.
"It's just that I have something else planned, that's all. Want to see?" You nodded your head at him as he kissed your forehead before getting off the bed and heading for the door. You watched his every movement in curiosity, wondering what he had in store. This was so unlike him during sex.
As soon as he opened the door, you heard him talking as if he was speaking with someone. Your thoughts were soon confirmed the moment you saw a foot entering your bedroom and Juyeon appearing.
"Oh my god!" You shouted in surprise, trying to cover your exposed body as quickly as you could with the bedsheet beneath you.
"Sangyeon, what is he doing here?" You looked at him and Juyeon with wide eyes.
"Hear me out for a second, sweetheart." Sangyeon walked over to you and sat at the edge of the bed, holding your hand in his.
"I want to give you the best night of your life. Will you let Juyeon do that for you?" He looked into your eyes.
"Is this some kind of joke?" You questioned him, entirely unsure of his motives.
"No, no baby, it's not. I promise." He squeezed your hand. "Just trust me. Okay? I'll be sitting over there in the corner watching. Now, go have your fun, alright?" He rubbed your arm before kissing your cheek and standing up to take his seat in the armchair across from the bed.
While Sangyeon took his seat, he watched how slow and gentle Juyeon was with you. The way he sucked on your neck, fondled your breasts, and left a trail of kisses from your stomach all the way to your inner thighs.
The way you would arch your back, whimper at his touch, the dazed look on your face... It was making Sangyeon's cock ache. To watch his beautiful wife being pleasured from a different point of view was extremely erotic to him. He pleasured himself while watching Juyeon take you, teasing you before slipping his cock inside your wet hole and gradually pounding you into the mattress.
Sangyeon was so immersed in watching you being fucked that he didn't realize he had already pulled his member out from his pants and started pleasuring himself slowly. He could feel his own precum lubricating his hand as he continued to watch your face contort in pleasure.
But what really turned Sangyeon on was the fact that even though you were being fucked by someone else, someone you had been flirting with for the past couple of weeks, you kept your gaze on him the whole time. Looking into each other's eyes like you had never done before.
And when you felt yourself reaching your third orgasm of the night, you called out Sangyeon's name instead, making him reach his own climax right after as his seed spilled on his exposed abs.
You continued to keep your gaze on him, finally having the same look in your eyes as he did with you.
As soon as Juyeon left, Sangyeon drew a nice warm bath for you, prepared a fresh set of clothes, and waited for you in your shared bed. You instantly crawled into his embrace, sharing more intimate kisses with one another.
"Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" He asked. You started to become shy and hid your face at the crook of his neck. Your shyness making him endearingly smile.
"I want to ask something," you mumbled against his skin. He hooked his fingers under your chin and pulled your face away from his neck to get a better look at you.
"Why did you do it?" You whispered.
"Did it make you happy?" He whispered back. "Be honest with me…"
"Yes, really happy…" You shyly replied. He smiled back and leaned forward to kiss you,
"Then making you happy is all I care about."
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Kinktober Day 22: Intoxication(A kiss is not enough...)
warnings/kinks: mentions of drinking, smut, semi-public sex, teasing and flirting
word count: 0.7k
pairings: Dante x Fem!Reader
teaser: “Wanted you for so long, baby. I was a fool for not letting you know beforehand.”
taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic
You wouldn’t believe anyone if they told you that Dante felt the same way about you as you did him. It was just too painful to imagine him falling for someone else while you were so deeply infatuated with him. So you played dumb and pretended that the two of you were just meant to be good friends forever. Nothing more and nothing less, and it kept you from crumbling apart.
Both Lady and Nero were so annoyed with trying to convince you otherwise. There was no way Dante would truly confess, as he had the same fear as you did. He didn’t want you to fall in love with someone else while he’s so deeply in love with you.
So they decide to take matters into their own hands. If they get you both a little buzzed, maybe you’ll both be able to gain the courage to confess to one another. So after one successful mission all together, Nero and Lady suggest going out to the bar. You and Dante agree, deciding to meet at the bar after a shower and getting freshened up.
Dante’s eyes nearly pop out of his head when he sees you wearing such a tight little outfit. That dress accentuates your curves so well. It makes him hard just looking at you. When you approach him, he can smell that sweet perfume on you.
“Hey, I’m glad we can take a load off after work.” You mention, leaning against him just a little.
Dante smirks, “Yeah me too.”
The night goes on so well. You and Dante drink some drinks, while Lady makes sure you don’t get too drunk and Nero makes sure Dante drinks enough to get buzzed. It’s not long before you and Dante are singing a duet for karaoke together, laughing and having such a good time together. One might think you two were a couple. In fact, one man tried to flirt with you and Dante was so quick to swoop in and save you from that creep.
The night air hits you and soon you find yourself almost curling into Dante’s touch as he leads you into the alleyway behind the bar. Nobody is out here. Just you and him, and you’re both intoxicated enough to confess to one another.
Despite this, it turns physical really quickly. Dante cups your face in his hands, kissing you hungrily. He’s been wanting to do this for far too long. He presses his muscular body against yours, making you moan.
“Shit…” you breathe out. You’ve got such a cute little smile on your face. “Damn…you nearly ate my face,”
Dante laughs at your teasing, “Oh yeah? You were doing it right back to me.”
He leans back in for another passionate kiss, this time his knee comes between your thighs and presses against your clit. Between heated kisses, Dante begins to confess his feelings to you.
“Wanted you for so long, baby. I was a fool for not letting you know beforehand.”
Your hands guide his to the bottom of your dress, and he tugs it up over your hips. Dante has you pinned to the wall as he tugs your little panties off. His fingers play with your wet cunt, making you drip all over his hand.
“Need you,” you moan as he penetrates you with one of his fingers. “Want you to fuck me. Fuck, Dante…I love you,”
These are the words he needs to hear to fuel him. He’s quick to wrap your legs around him as he pulls his cock out of his pants. He lazily pumps it a few times before slamming himself into you. Your eyes roll back as the pleasure overtakes you. You’ve never felt anything quite like this.
His fingertips dig into the meat of your thighs as he pumps into you harder and deeper, grunting about how tight and wet your little cunt is. Your walls suck him in deeper, and the tip of his fat cock keeps slamming against your sweet spot.
“Fuck I love you so much,” Dante whines between heated kisses. He continues to pound you, your back scraping slightly against the cold brick of the building. You kiss him hungrily.
“I love you too,”
Dante grunts, quickening his pace even further as the feeling of finally confessing makes him feel even needier for you. Your cries of love are so loud, Lady and Nero wrinkle their noses in disgust as they leave the bar. Nero laughs.
“Hey, at least they know they love each other now,”Nero says.
In the alleyway, Dante’s got you in such a blissful state, you’re sure you’ll never forget just how much he loves you.
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MISTER SCARY KILLER
Summary: Y/N is a local senior at a college in California. Halloween is around the corner and there is a killer on the loose. For Y/N though everything is going quite perfectly, especially with her hidden relationship with her old high school teacher; Negan Smith. Things take a turn when Y/N's ex shows up letting his dark secrets unfold…
Warnings: SMUT, murder, blood, gore, partying, drinking, age gap ( the reader is 22-23 years old and Negan is in his 40s), jealousy, dom! Negan, smoking, drunk sex?, angst, death, sex in costume? (I think this is a warning-ish?), daddy kink!, secret relationship, mention of murder, description of murder scenes, horror movie junkie! reader, darker themes!, mentions of scream movies, cursing, submissive reader!, college partying, mentions of drugs, mentions of sex, and slight obsession.
A/N: My kinktober list will be linked soon, and each one is shorter stories, little quick one shots. This is based on a mood board I found on Tumblr. @dustbunniess There was a TikTok attached to it, this kind of intrigued me. This in no way is supposed to be offensive and to me is darker but kind of weirdly cute? (Like does not need to be real but I feel like there are people who understand). Boarder is by @saradika-graphics they are so cute go check out the page!
DAY ONE OF KINKTOBER
"What's your favorite scary movie?" Y/N's lips curled up, her legs crossed laying on the man's covered thighs beside her. The bowl of popcorn rested between them, she held the remote scrolling through the endless amount of movies. Negan chuckled at her question, rubbing her smoother bare legs across him. Negan scratched his beard, watching the movies she scrolled past. "What are you thinkin' of, doll?" The nickname she loved, doll. He loved to call her that, 'his little doll.'
Negan and Y/N's relationship started when she ran into him after high school the following year. Y/N was ending her junior year in a couple of months we she ran into him at a coffee shop close to her campus. Negan was her PE teacher back in school, she always thought the man was very attractive. She had been keeping her relationship hidden from others until after college, and Y/N felt like it was for the best.
Y/N did explore and she met a perfect boy, Jackson. He treated her with a lot of respect in the beginning, giving her every need. Jackson had his demons he was fighting when he dropped out of college leaving her with a text he was going off with some other woman. The text was super brief and almost got Y/N's best friend, Claire hunt him down herself. Y/N was heartbroken but later on in those few months, she ran into Negan Smith to come sweep her off her feet.
"Why not Halloween?" Y/N clicked, seeing the play movie sign; turning her head for Negan's approval, "Just in a couple of days, y'know." She playfully winked at him causing a deeper chuckle from the older man. "You're too cute," He complimented her, his hands riding up her leg more, "That's fine with me, doll."
The movie started uploading with a few commercials first, letting herself finally bring herself to bring up her costume to Negan. Y/N and Clarie were matching for their Halloween party at Claire's boyfriend's frat house party. They were having to keep the party a secret due to police curfew hours for high school and college students. Since the end of summer, a couple of murders have occured around her campus area.
The murders kept Y/N more behind closed doors, rather than Negan keeping his eye on her. When she was at classes, most of the time he was at work. She stayed with him in town in his apartment close to her campus, Y/N had everything perfect.
Mostly, everything was perfect until Jackson returned to school the following year. Y/N sadly had to share a class with him, she wanted to drop the class so bad. But she had to have the class to graduate, Y/N also hated she had to hide the fact she shared a class with her ex. Negan flipped out when he heard he came back to town.
'He is going to try to get in your pants, sweetheart.'
'If he comes near you, I will kill him."
Y/N heard him say that a few times these past few months, she did not know why but it sent a chill down her spine. At first, it seemed like a joke to her, how he would laugh afterward. The smile brightens his whole face up, his wrinkles showing on his face more. The more she heard it though, the more she got to see Negan it seemed a little bit more sinister.
She thought it was all in her head, but Y/N kept it brushed to the side of everything.
Y/N cleared her throat, sitting up a bit keeping the popcorn close to her. "I wanted to tell you about my costume." Y/N laid her hand on his, which was rubbing her thighs. She could have sworn she felt Negan's grip get tighter, "It's a really cute idea, I got it from Spirit last week."
"You in there every week, sweetheart." Negan commented, rolling his eyes playfully, "You drag me in there every date day since it's opened." Y/N threw popcorn at him, and he just picked the pieces up throwing them into his mouth. The Halloween movie credits started to play with the theme song blaring through the TV. "That is not the point, babe." She chewed her piece of popcorn, "Me and Claire are going to match at the party."
"What party?" His voice was stern.
Y/N rolled her eyes, this time she was more annoyed. She had a party conversation with him since the beginning of October. Y/N even invited him remembering his comment, "I do not want to party with a bunch of college kids."
"We have had this conversation, I even invited you and you told me you did not want to go." Y/N quickly threw back, laying the bowl on the floor. She pulled her legs away bringing them closer to her, Y/N tried to turn her attention towards the movie. Negan grabbed her legs making her squeal pulling her underneath him. Her arms were pinned in an instant behind her head, Negan was above her having her pinned beneath him. Y/N felt herself melt underneath him, his eyes burning through her own eyes. "Don't start with no attitude, princess," Negan whispered, his lips getting closer to hers. His hands gripping her wrist tighter, Y/N tried to fight the grip but he was too strong. She wiggled behind him, finally giving up as his eyes just stayed on her.
"What's the costume, doll?" Negan asked her, his face was straight and seemed emotionless. Her eyes scanned his features, she could not help but feel turned on in this situation. She loved his dominant side, how jealous he could be of her. Y/N would never cheat on Negan or do anything to hurt him in any way; in fact, she was thinking she was falling in love with him. She could not help though watching him squirm if he was getting jealous about her.
"Well," Y/N gulped down, trying to make herself comfortable with him, "Claire was going to be the devil and I was going to be an angel." Negan's face stayed emotionless for a moment, growing nerves in Y/N's stomach. Finally, Negan broke the sexual silence with a burst of amusing laughter. Y/N hated that she had that scratch sneaking up her back, an itch perhaps. Something about that laughter seemed darker than most of his, she seemed to have heard this before though. Y/N barely could put words to describe it, but still felt turned on by the man in front of her.
Negan lifted her causing her to gasp, his hands on her waist; her hands out of habit wrapped around his neck. Negan laid his forehead against hers, and Y/N felt his member grow underneath, pressing against her. She bit her lip, hearing the sounds of the movie playing behind her that they had not even got to watch.
"And I bet you're going to look hot as fuck? Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Negan questioned her, Y/N's mouth parted but she could not form words or a sentence to tell him what she thought. "Yeah, you'd look hot as fuck in anything, dollface." His lips brushed up her neck, causing her to moan out, "I guess you can go, only on one condition."
Negan grabbed her face, her cheeks squished up a bit. His other hands wrapped around her throat bringing her close. "What?" She croaked out, her lips teasing his own; brushing up against him. "If that Jackson shows up, you call me. If any guy messes with you, you call me." Negan was stern, he was serious. His eyes burned through her, she could have sworn she saw flames inside his eyes.
"Yes, sir."
Negan laughed as a dark, lustful chuckle came from his throat. He stalked closer to her still above her, eyeing the younger woman up and down hungrily.
“What do you want doll?” Negan asked her, his member growing more and more. "You want me to throw your legs over my neck and ruin you?" His words sent goosebumps down her spine.
“You can’t handle me, Negan. If anything, I’d ruin you." She blushed, keeping the wicked smirk on her face in front of Negan. Negan’s brows arch up in genuine surprise. Y/N was like Negan's prey and he was the predator, he wanted her desperately.
“That sounds like a challenge,” Negan says lowly. His eyes flick down to her, stopping at her lips. “Are you challenging me, darling?” Y/N was still pinned down, she felt her becoming wet in her sleep shorts. He turned her on so easily, anything this man did could get her going.
“Maybe. Are you up for it?”
“Oh, doll… you know I can fuck you any time of the day and any time of the week." Her shorts were pulled down as Y/N pulled at his loose sweatpants, getting him to remove his clothing. Negan's hands gripped her bare chest underneath her sweater. "You sure this party thing works out?" Negan wondered out loud, his fingers pressing against her bare clit. Her shorts were now on the floor, she never wore underwear at night usually just one of Negan's old shirts and shorts.
"Everything will work out." Y/N pulled the older man closer, pulling his boxers off next leaving him naked. The pulsing between her thighs grew stronger as his dark eyes stayed trained on her own.
“Look at you, being such a good girl for me already.” He smiled, rubbing her clit gently as she let out a slight moan. He pulled her close to him and ran his hands down Y/n's back, squeezing her plump ass roughly as he inhaled, she yelped as he landed a harsh slap to her bare ass.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” He smirked and pulled away from her, grabbing her hair tightly again.
“Now what the fuck do I do with you?” He mused. Y/N bit her lip pushing up wanting him inside of her already. He loved how desperate she looked beneath him, how her body was practically begging for it.
“You want it fuckin bad don’t you?” He moved to her breast, biting her nipple gently. Negan's hands were firmly under her ass. Everything about him was intoxicating, his mouth, his tongue, the way his beard felt on her bare skin. “Fuck that’s a pretty fuckin pussy.” He murmured as he ran a finger through her glistening folds, “Damn, you’re so wet for me already.” Y/N moaned out, her head digging deeper into the couch, the movie she had forgotten about playing behind them. Her body jolted as she moaned, hips searching for more release. He chuckled,
“Yeah…you’re gonna be coming for me real soon.” Negan's member teased her entrance, she choked out a loud moan. “Oh my God.” It came out in a broken whine as he stretched her, impaling her with his cock. Negan groaned lowly in her ear, holding the ends of the couch. He started to thrust in and out of her slowly. “You’re fucking tight baby.” Y/N could only respond with moans as he started to fuck her even faster, hitting deep inside of her. He wrapped her legs around his waist letting himself be deeper inside of her. Y/N kept choking on her moans, her nails digging into the couch fabric.
She loved how rough he was. Y/N loved the urgency and power of his thrusts as he fucked deeper into her than she thought possible. Negan's nails kept digging into her ass. "Go faster Negan please." She begged practically screaming for the neighbors to hear.
"You're mine." He growled in her ear, his thrust causing her eyes to roll back of her head, "I would do anything for you."
“Negan.” Y/N whined as he let her back down on the couch “I’m-oh fuck.” She couldn’t even finish your sentence because Y/N was already coming.
“Good fucking girl.” He moaned as he pulled her back on his dick roughly, one of her legs resting on his shoulders up high. “Come on my fucking cock, just like that.”
She whimpered at him that he was satisfied with her, how much he loved to take care of her. His thrusts started to get sloppier and Y/N could tell he was chasing his orgasm. “I want your come so bad.” Y/N moaned, she begged him feeling his cock twitch inside of her. She could feel her pussy throb around him as she could feel another orgasm building up in her stomach.
Negan kept viciously thrusting as he sent her over the edge again. This time Negan came with her, moaning loudly into her neck as he came deep inside of her. Y/N's body shuddered and shook as she came from her second orgasm.
"Everything will work out." She breathed out.
Y/N adjusted her angel wings attached behind her, she had her full costume on ready to go with Claire who was taking millions of selfies in the bathroom. Negan was at a late practice for his football players so it gave the girls time to get ready at their apartment since it was closer to the party. "We are ditching if cops show!" Y/N yelled over to Claire her exiting the bathroom, she laughed rolling her eyes playfully. Claire was in a fierce matching red costume like Y/N's, instead of wings and a crown she had devil horns and a tail. "You look so hot, you're telling me Negan is not going to join ya?" She winked, he can wear a mask like I said no one would know." Y/N smirked at her comment going to answer her when her phone began to ring. The younger woman reached for it believing it was Negan seeing the caller ID, unknown.
Her eyebrows furrowed, feeling a familiar pit in her stomach start to grow. Y/N denied the call, tossing the phone on her bed and turning her attention back to the mirror continuing to adjust the revealing costume. "Who was that, Y/N?" Claire's curiosity grew looking at the phone lying on the bed, she had a smirk on her face thinking it was Negan herself. "Unknown caller, probably telemarketers," Y/N pulled her gloves up her arms, "They've been more annoying these past few days." Claire pulled her phone out while Y/N glanced over seeing her pop open her camera, "No, no pictures please." Y/N begged as Claire was already taking pictures of her, Y/N fighting to cover her face as she was laughing. "Oh come on, you look cute." Claire teased her friend, pushing her hands away from her face, "We never take pictures anymore."
Y/N finally gave in putting her hands down, giving a smile at the camera, Claire and her started to make funny faces causing the girls to laugh. They had been friends ever since high school, she knew about her and Negan's relationship a few months after it started. Y/N only trusted her, she knew she would keep it a secret even her boyfriend Ted. "Come on, let's head on over." Claire squealed, putting her phone away and nudging Y/N to follow her out. "Let me text Negan we are leaving, we can just stay a couple of hours." Y/N pointed her finger sternly at her party animal-like friend.
The two friends headed out getting into Claire's car, the entire time she could have sworn she felt eyes on them. She peered over her shoulders seeing no one in the dark or even the dark corners.
The party was already pretty crowded once they arrived. The frat party was located at Ted's uncle's cabin deeper in the woods. There were a lot of people drinking and doing drugs that she did not even know the names of. She stuck away from that just to drinking, maybe a smoke of a blunt or a hit from a bong would not be bad.
Claire and Y/N had been there a couple of hours staying near each other with their drinks in hand. They danced all over each other, talking to each other's friends and classmates. Y/N was feeling pretty tipsy already with her fifth drink in hand. She drank her vodka-mixed drink grinding on her friend behind her to the music. Negan sent her a text just to behave and call him if she needed anything. He trusted her enough to take care of herself, she knew if she needed him she would call right away. "That guy across the room has not taken his eyes off you," Y/N yelled at her friend loud enough for her to over the music, dancing with her. Claire pivoted her hand towards the male staring at her and raising his drink in her direction. "Go, I will be okay, I will find Jess," Y/N reassured her, Jess was one of their older roommates from their freshman year in college.
Claire was a little hesitant, she knew the guy from a few of her classes but did not want to leave her best friend high and dry. "No, we promised each other," Claire whined a little, seeing the guy smirk at her; his eyes scanning over her. "If you do not go Claire, I will push you over there myself." Y/N gave her a slight nudge, causing Claire to giggle. "I will call you in a couple of hours, I promise." Claire quickly kissed her cheek, going over to greet the eyeing man. Y/N pushed through the crowd, keeping her eyes peeled for her friend Jessica around. She could feel her phone buzz, tucked away in her bra. The buzzing continued, and she realized she was getting a call. Y/N pulled the phone from her cleavage seeing an unknown caller again, they’d been calling for days. Y/N finally had enough getting upstairs to a quieter place, swiping left quickly answering the phone.
“Look I don’t know who this is but please stop calling,” Y/N had her phone lingering over the red button to end the call when she heard her name being called over the phone.
“Hello, Y/N.” The voice seemed static, but deeper male voice. Y/N's face fell, and her finger tightened around her phone. She quickly looked around her surroundings seeing a few people chatting a drinking; some making out. “Who is this?” Y/N questioned, Deep down she hoped this was all some Halloween prank.
She hated the gut feeling she had.
Just when she turned back around she bumped right into someone, and her phone fell to the ground. Y/N eyes moved up seeing the taller man in front of her, Jackson. She tended up quickly grabbing her phone from the ground seeing the caller had hung up, Jackson smirked filled with wickedness. He eyed the angel in front of him, and Y/N stepped back away from him. “What the hell are you doin’ here?” She growled, eyeing him up and down, himself in a simple cop costume, “Ted does not like you, so I know he did not invite you.” Jackson just chuckled at the younger woman walking around her, Y/N’s eyes followed his movements. His hands rested in his pockets, Y/N thought she saw something inside his pockets hiding away with his hands. Her eyes moved up to him, being closer to her now.
“If there is a party, you know I have to be a part of it.” Jackson reminded her, he was known for being parties. They were always doing something with each other going to parties and living it up to the fullest. Y/N rolled her eyes crossing her arms, her phone in hand, “You look good, Y/N. I want to talk to you.” Y/N tried to walk away feeling his hand pull her back, she gasped in disbelief. Luckily half the people at the party were downstairs, the people upstairs kept their attention to themselves. Y/N tried to fight his grip, feeling Jackson pull her closer. “You shouldn’t be out with a killer on the loose,” Jackson's lips curled, and the younger woman pulled her arm from his grip. “You can fuck off Jackson,” Y/N hissed, “You lost every right to control me when you fucked other women.” Y/N was loud causing a few stares to peer over at them and a few whispers lingering around them. Y/N did not even have time to hear what he had to say or even the look on his face he may have had. She quickly went to an empty bathroom, locking the door behind her.
She pulled her phone out, scrolling to Negan’s contact to call him bringing the phone to her ear and hearing two rings before he was quick to pick up. “Ready to leave already, doll?” Negan picked up the phone, feeling like nothing was wrong with his girl. He sat on the couch with his sweatpants on watching one of the newer Scream movies, one of his favorites. “No, Jackson is here,” she heard pure silence over the phone not even his breath, “He fucking grabbed me and..” Y/N was cut off by him, “I’m on my way.”
Before she could even protest, he hung up the phone as she stared at her screen in shock. Y/N debated on calling him back but she knew nothing would change his mind coming up here, he was a very stubborn man. The young woman shoved her phone back in her strapless bra underneath her costume, eyeing herself in the mirror. She fixed her crown, adjusting it as straight as it could be. She groaned out, debating on even going back to the party or just keeping herself hidden in the bathroom. The music echoed out from the bathroom, voices muffled out passing the door. Y/N just sucked it up, letting herself out of the bathroom and getting past people down the stairs, her buzz fading away from running into Jackson getting her adrenaline up and taking any fun she had away.
Y/N once again felt her chest buzz again from her phone, from an incoming call again. “Negan look, just come me and we will leave.” She answered, yelling more for the man to hear her; not even looking at the ID. “I don’t think it’s time to leave my Y/N.” A familiar voice rang in her ear, that same static voice moments ago. In the crowd, Y/N saw a scream mask. She took a look again making sure she saw correctly not seeing the banned mask anymore. Ever since the killings they banned the costume from Halloween this year since the killer was rumored to dress like the fictional character. The man she thought she saw was dressed in all black with the mask, she kept her eyes peeled for more. Y/N tried to keep telling herself this was all a Halloween prank, of course, someone would show up in a costume like him.
Y/N pushed the phone closer to her ear to hear the man behind the phone more. “I want to play a little game, doll.” Her eyebrows furrowed at the nickname, making her feel sick to her stomach. Y/N stopped in her tracks trying to go to a more secluded area, to be able to talk better. “Who the fuck are you?” Y/N was scared, with everything going on in town, someone could be after her next. “The game is not asking questions here, Y/N.” The darker voice chuckled at the end, her stomach twisted stopping in her tracks and seeing the man in the mask once again in the crowd. “What do you want?” She quickly asked, keeping her eyes on the ghost face costume disappearing right in front of her eyes again.
“I think you know exactly what I want,” He told her, the voice was not static anymore. Y/N recognized the voice instantly making her nauseous. The fear kicked in quickly and everything just rushed over her, “I’ve been wanting your attention so long, Y/N.” The young girl turned around running right into the ghost face costume she’d been seeing, her phone still pressed against her ear. Y/N took off running beside him outside to the backyard, they had a bunch of activities going outside out there. A smaller haunted house, a few drinking games, and people partying in the people with the temperature even a little lower for the fall weather. She quickly ran into the haunted house they had set up hearing a scream in the distance as she entered. Bunches of ugly Halloween decorations hung up in this side pool house they were using. Most of the people dressed up in scary costumes just jumping out in corners with a bunch of Halloween decorations in every corner; some popping out on their own. Y/N tried to get Negan to pick up his phone, but it kept going straight to voicemail. Her eyes were tearing up, she realized how much of a bad idea it was just to run straight here. She was terrified to tell anyone, she did not know where any of her friends were.
An animatronic popped out at her causing her to scream, as it pulled back in away from her. Creepy music played around her, she felt tears jerking at the ends of her eyelashes. In a longer hallway, someone jumped out at her wrapping their arms around her. Y/N screams were muffled covering her mouth with his black glove she eyed. The younger woman tried to fight back seeing in the mirror above her, that the attacker was the ghost face from earlier. She pushed him off, taking off running as he grabbed her longer hair hanging down. She squealed out in pain, Y/N was pulled back and slammed to the floor knocking the crown from her head off. Y/N looked up from the ground, a knife in hand he pulled his mask off revealing his face.
Jackson breathes out, throwing the mask on the floor behind him. He wiggled the knife in front of her face as she lay on the ground still in shock even though she recognized the voice. Jackson brought a smaller device to his lips, keeping the evil smirk plastered on her face.
“Surprise, Y/N.” The static voice rang in her ears, she tried to crawl away to stand up being pulled by him. Y/N cried out but most would think it was just screams from the scary haunted house she was in. “You can not appreciate anything I do for you, huh?” He questioned her, fighting against the slaps and kicks she gave him from the ground, “I’ve done all this for you, but you decide fucking some old man is better.” Jackson swiped his knife in front of her and she jumped back, kicking him right in the stomach. Jackson’s hands shot up to his stomach, groaning out in pain. Y/N took her chance again getting up and taking off running, her heels slowing down her runs ending up tripping her in a darker bedroom area.
Y/N cried out in pain, landing on the floor and seeing a bed with a fake dead person on the bed with flashing lights around her. Y/N heard Jackson’s voice behind her, trying to lift herself but her legs were hurting pretty badly from the fall. “I loved you Y/N, I know I was not perfect but I wanted you.” He flipped her over from her belly, holding her leg where she could not go anywhere from him. Jackson’s grip was strong, leaving a bruise around her ankle from his grip, “If I can’t have you Y/N no one can.” Jackson was now on top of her having her pinned against the ground, she tried to scream out throwing punches at him. His knife was held high about to be shoved right in her chest, she did not even have time to blink when she saw a knife go through Jackson’s chest.
He let out a gasp, blood splattered on Y/N’s tear-stained cheeks. The blade went all the way through, his hands were shaky going up to the blade as he fell over. Gushing out blood, he kept coughing on the blood the knife pushing more as he was lying on the ground forcing it too. Y/N stayed in a state of shock watching her ex’s eyes go grey slowly, watching the life slowly get sucked away from his body.
Y/N eyed up at her savior seeing another ghost face costume, she slowly stood up mascara going down her cheeks. Her own hands were shaky, continuing to hear Jackson’s coughs. They stayed still in front of her, letting the younger woman’s hands reach up towards them. Y/N slid the mask off, keeping it in her hands. Letting herself see Negan’s face, Tears were still pouring down, her eyes were still full of them when she instantly pulled him in for a kiss.
Blood still stained her, wrapping her arms around the older male. She kept the mask in hand, dragging her teeth against his lips.
“Oh no, mister scary killer don’t kill me..” Y/N playfully begged, she knew she was a little crazy. Negan loved it, biting her lip and pulling it between his teeth.
“God, that was so hot,” Negan moaned, he placed his lips against her neck, Y/N kept her neck exposed letting her eyes roll to the back of her head, “He’s finally gone.” She couldn’t stop laughing, looking over now at her lifeless ex’s eyes. Negan looked down at her, holding her chin high. “Isn’t it perfect? Such a perfect cover-up killing the actual killer.” Negan wiped the blood from her cheeks, “We need to get this cleaned up, doll.” Y/N bit her lips, throwing the mask down and shrugging her shoulders slightly. “I don’t know, maybe we could slide in a quickie.” Y/N batted her eyelashes innocently, “Next time I get to wear the mask.” She slammed her lips onto his, Negan knew she was far from innocent she was mad just like him.
They were made just for each other and no one was going to get in the way of that.
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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 22 (Intercrural Sex)
Kinks: Intercrural Sex (Thigh Fucking)
Pairing: Male!Centaur x Fem!Reader
Other Kinks: Facials
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 1145 words
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In all your life, you don’t think anything could have predicted where you'd be now; Kneeling under your sexy Centaur neighbor, lips wrapped around his dick.
The how, when, and why of your position are unimportant, they are certainly the last thing on your mind at this moment. Not when you’ve got a 14 inch cock, as wide around as your forearm, drooling precum down your face. You lick up the underside of Cyllarus’ dick, matching the thick vein that curve up the shaft. You hear him shuddering above you, gripping his fingers into the hay bale.
“Fuck.” You hear hay cracking and breaking under his grip, leaving indents in the densely packed bales. “How are you so good at this?”
“A very stressful college degree.” You giggle, pausing to lick right underneath his head, the sensitive spot that has him whining. “And plenty of nerds looking to release it some way or another.”
“I never took you-” Cyllarus' voice catches in his throat, feeling you lick up his weeping slit, “-for the promiscuous type.”
“Lucky you, huh?” You detach your mouth from Cyllarus cock, shuffling backwards so you’re in his point of view. Giving him a wink, you quickly position yourself and lay your upper half on the lower hay bale, thankful for the blanket you laid across it.
“Now, let me show you a really good time.” You pat the back of his fetlock, urging him to place his front two hooves on the higher hay bale; His chest now right above your head and his cock lined up with your ass.
“Um, are you sure?” Cyllarus asks, hesitation obvious. “I know you’re experienced, but-”
“Oh no, not inside me.” You chuckle once again, grinding your ass against the head of his cock. He sucks in another shaky breath, hearing the squirts of the lube bottle underneath him.You hum as you slather it across your thighs, covering enough of your skin to accommodate Cyllarus’ girth.
Cyllarus yelps when you grab his head, angling him against the apex of your thighs.
“Oh.” Cyllarus’ cocks twitches in your hand, feeling the warmth of your soft thighs. “Um, will this feel good for you? You already blew me, I should return the favor.”
“Well, ain’t you sweet?” You coo, hand still wrapped around his cockhead. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to have a lot of fun with this.”
“I-if you say so.”
With no questions left, Cyllarus begins to push his cock through your legs, rubbing right up against your pussy. You squeeze them tight, lube squelching as it runs along his shaft. Above you, you can hear the moans building in Cyllarus’ chest.
“S-shit.” A heavy ball sack thwaps against the back of your legs, fully sheathed. “Wow.”
His head reaches up all the way to your chest, right before your clavicle. It's thick enough around that you could probably rest your entire weight on it, the idea making your brain go fuzzy. You rub your legs and grind down on the thick shaft. The engorged veins catch on your clit, a tasty buzz running up your lower back.
“Can I move?”
“Yes, please.” You pant, hips beginning to hump is cock. Cyllarus fingers dig into the hay, his hooves squeaking against the hardwood as he pulls back to his tip, slowly thrusting back between. He shudders another moan, fresh precum weeping from his head. It smears across your inner thigh.
“Faster.” Your voice keens, the teasing rubs against your pussy lips not quite enough.
Cyllarus gives a hesitant “O-okay.” As he starts thrusting his hips. He doesn’t draw his cock out all the way, keeping his head wrapped in your thighs with each pull.
His chest heaves above you as he speeds up, feeling your pooling wetness on the top of his cock. You keep your legs locked tight, gyrating your hips with each of his humps. It reminds you of grinding on a pillow, hips rocking forward, chasing the way his head presses on your clit.
Cyllarus balls are heavy, slapping the back of your legs hard enough to almost send you flying forward. You tighten your grip on the hay able in front of you, planting your feet. It has the added benefit of grinding your leaking entrance harder against Cyllarus’ shaft.
The ground itself seems to shake with each thrust, the floor boards squealing as Cyllarus throws his weight forward. He’s begun to pant, cock soaked in a mixture of your juices and lube.
“H-holy shit.” He keens when you squeeze your thighs and push your hips back onto the base of his cock. His hips swivel, his balls rubbing against your skin. “It’s so soft.”
“Hmm, that good big boy?” Your voice breaks, static electricity shooting up your abdomen as he nudges your clit again. “You’ve got such a nice cock.”
“Thank you.” Cyllarus whines, you’re sure pretty blush across his face. “Its…fucking really good.”
“You can go faster.” You moan again, swiveling your hips. “I ain’t fragile, a little thigh-fucking won’t break me.”
Cyllarus doesn’t hesitate, immediately humping your thighs like a horny teenager. His cock seems to press right up to your clit each time, pushing right on the button and making you squeal. You start riding your hips to match Cyllarus' own, pussy lathering up and down his shaft. Cyllarus curses again.
“L-look at me.”
You look away from the pretty dick below, right into Cyllarus’ blown out pupils. He’s craned his neck down, somewhat uncomfortable, watching his cock slip in and out of your thighs. You lick your lips, his cock shutters.
You were right, he is blushing.
This is when you might begin rubbing his head, giving some extra stimulation to put him over the edge. But the might of Cyllarus thrusts are too powerful, not trusting yourself to keep steady without your handhold. So instead you turn to your words, keeping your lusty gaze on Cyllarus.
“You wanna cum on me?” Cyllarus nods. You can feel his balls tightening against your
thighs. “Cover me with it? Rub it into my pussy?” The knot in your belly grows taut, lower half straining from exertion. Cyllarus nods again, biting his bottom lip. “I want it too, baby. Give it to me.” You bat your eyelashes. “Please?”
Cyllarus eyes clench shut, a rumbling groan in his chest as he gyrates forward. His cock begins to spasm between your legs.
“Fuck, fuck!” Cyllarus tosses his head back, gushes of cum spurting from his cock as you find your own release, grinding and watching him squirt semen across your chest and the floor. Its enough to fill buckets, seeping in between the lines of hardwood and covering your breasts entirely.
Cyllarus collapses to his knees, sending you toppling forward on his cock, only catching yourself on the hay bale.
Poor thing, you have so much more to teach him.
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One Per Customer
Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader
Word count: 1.5K
Summary: Chris’s blue eyes turn green.
Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Jealous Chris, possessiveness, rough sex in a pickup truck, public sex, fingering, nipple play, edging, rearview mirror sex, talking you through it, p in v, creampie, good girl kink, fluff, ‘lil more Dom Chris. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).
Author’s note: This is the result of a dear Nonnie’s ask, a sequel to Customer Service. I need another series like another hole in my head. Welp. Lemme know if we need to see more of these two.
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You were bent over the steering wheel of the pickup truck, trapped between it and Chris’s huge cock pounding in and out of you. He was holding back, stroking deep but frustratingly slow.
There was nothing you could do but take it. And you loved it.
Chris was lifting you slightly with strong hands around your waist so he could leverage his thrusts, pelvis striking your ass so forcefully that he could see the effects on your bottom.
“Sssssss… oh yeah. Love to see that ass jiggle when you’re taking these shots, Gorgeous. You always take ‘em so well, too. Squeezing me like… like a... Good. Fucking. Girl.”
“Hhhhhnnnnghhh, Chris! I…”
You were complaining and keening at the same time, trying not to honk the horn as Chris had his way with you. But he was fucking you so well that you were about to collapse on the wheel and that would cause a long, loud blare and you were beginning not to care….
You tried to focus, but it was hard.
Chris was hard.
So deliciously hard.
Chris ran his hand up your spine under your dress and around to tease and pinch your taught nipples intermittently. That, the smell of the leather of the wrapped steering wheel, the fog forming in the window from your breath and the cold outside combined for information overload for this adventure.
You could almost feel his smile as he reached down to spread your cheeks so he could see better in the dim light.
“Fuccckkkkkkk. That’s so pretty. The way your tiny little pussy struggles to let me in yet takes me so well. This is a great angle in the moonlight. You know I love to watch my cock destroy your holes, Gorgeous.”
Oh, you knew. The number of mirrors you’d bought to decorate the rooms of his house were not wasted. Chris Evans was a freak.
The image in your head about how good it might look and that, coupled with how good it felt, caused you to moan louder than you intended.
“That’s it, Gorgeous. Let me hear you. Get loud if you want.”
You chuckled and shook your head at him.
“Don’t be a dick. Chris.”
He responded by hitting it even harder than before, rendering you unable to speak properly.
“Omygoddddthatfeelsssoooo! …..l”
“What Gorgeous? Does it feel good? And you say I shouldn’t be a dick? But that’s what’s making you incoherent right now, correct?”
He paused for you to answer but you could only whine as he held you down to destroy your cunt. His hand reached around for your clit and you almost lost it from this new assault. He teased you, applying varying degrees of pressure, pinching, and flicking to your sensitive bud, apparently trying to drive you insane.
“Chris… please, please, please…”
You put your forehead down on the wheel and rotated your pelvis on his cock, chasing some kind of relief. The air was full of the smell of sex and the sounds of arousal. Chris ignored your begging and continued his monologue.
“Ohhh, shit, Y/N! D’ya hear that pussy? How wet it is? You’re fucking soaked for me. Cream all over my cock, Gorgeous”
Chris’s voice was loud, and it carried, and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Then he stopped talking so you could both hear the obscene wetness of you and him fucking in his truck on this beautiful October Friday night.
“This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Right?”
“Yes, Chris.. Yes.”
Your whisper was plaintive and urgent. You just needed to cum. Chris was speeding up slowly now, the thick slick head of his cock sliding through your channel, making you feel every beautiful imperfection. And when he was seated fully inside you…gotdamn.
“What did you say?”
“It’s yours. Only yours!”
You got a little loud, but now you didn’t care that his window was down. At this point you didn’t care who heard. This felt like nirvana. You and Chris together always did.
“Wanna see your face, Gorgeous.”
Chris snaked his hand up the front of you, grabbed your throat, and leaned you back on him so that you could feel his heart beat fast through the layers of clothes between you. His seat was reclined all the way back.
He kissed the side of your head as you arched back onto him and you felt him moving. But all that mattered was chasing the high that was just out of reach. His hand was between your legs, stroking your clit with fingers that were teasing you so good that your legs were shaking.
“Chris! Please!”
You were soaking his fingers.
Chris grabbed your chin and turned it so that you were now facing the adjusted rear view mirror which showcased your lust filled face.
“Keep those fucking eyes open, Gorgeous,” Chris whispered menacingly against the shell of your ear.
You shuddered as his other hand crept up from your thigh to flick your nipple with his forefinger and thumb over and over. The pain was delicious. You closed your eyes and he moved his hand away for a second then back to your throat.
“Watch me watch you cum, Gorgeous. I need it. Cum all over me and my nicely detailed leather seats.”
You met Chris' eyes in the rear view and opened your mouth to breathe. You started panting as he nuzzled your cheek.
“Can you do that for me? My Gorgeous Good Girl? Scream for me.”
“Fuck!”
You rasped, then yelled as you clenched and came around him, uttering filthy pornographic sounds as you finally found your release. You were vaguely grateful that you did not in fact release everywhere, but any coherent thought left your brain again as Chris let you up to ride his cock and your orgasm to its finish.
“That shit is mine… fuck me Gorgeous. Make me cum.”
You worked your hips and soon he pulsed hot sticky sweet cum deep inside you and collapsed on the steering wheel.
The horn let out a bleet, which caused you to try and scramble off Chris’s lap. But he held you fast, kissing the back of your neck as he ground his slowly softening member inside you, causing an aftershock to run through your body.
“Fucking mine.”
The possessiveness.
“Christ, Christopher. You’re a menace.”
You were hoarse and you wondered how much you shouted when you came. You looked up to see Ryan’s window move when the shutters closed. There was no mistaking that you had an audience.
“Chris. He probably heard the whole thing.”
You leaned back and whispered as Chris reached in the center console for some paper napkins.
“Good,” grunted Chris as he tenderly cleaned you up the best he could.
You shifted to the passenger seat and grabbed for your panties on the floor. Chris snatched them before you could and stuffed them in his pocket as he zipped up his pants. He winked at you.
You shivered as you shook your head, causing Chris’s eyes to soften and hand you his flannel shirt for warmth. He reached over and buttoned it up as you looked up into his blue, blue eyes. You wanted to reassure him.
“You don’t have to worry, just because I’m working with Ryan now, doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with him. He’s just a flirt. And he doesn’t know we have this ….situation.”
You looked toward Ryan’s house again and frowned, realizing that you had to search for a word to describe you and Chris. You decided to chill.
“Well he didn’t.”
Chris grimaced at the word “situation” as he took in the look on your face.
You and Chris had been hooking up on the low for about 6 weeks. You were just letting things flow and not stressing a label. Further conversation about what you were hadn’t seemed that urgent until now.
To Chris, it was urgent as a muthafucker tonight.
“Ryan Duran is an asshole. And I saw him checking for you all night. He wants that ass. And when he made that joke about bending you over his new couch I…”
“I can handle Dr. Duran, handsome.”
You smiled at Chris and gently rubbed your hand over his still buzzed head and now full beard as his eyes shone in the moonlight.
“Look at it this way, you should be content that you raised the most money for Z’s class. You beat his ass by reading If You Give a Dog a Donut.”
Chris gave you a side smile. He loved giving back to his community. He loved that you knew that about him.
He loved…
“You’re right. Now my girlfriend, who is the best interior designer in the Northeast, will be making over her classroom.”
You raised your eyebrow at him.
“Girlfriend?”
You crossed your arms as Chris started the truck.
“Yes, Girlfriend. Everyone knows you’re my girlfriend, Gorgeous.”
You looked at him skeptically.
“Well, no one told me. ”
You huffed as if you were mad.
Chris turned off the truck and leaned toward you, gently reaching for your face and turning it toward him.
“You’re my One, Gorgeous. Will you be mine?”
You took his face in your hands and kissed his pouting lips. A surge of joy filled your soul.
“Yes, Sir. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Chris grinned.
“Only if you spend the weekend at my place,” Chris quipped as he pulled off from being where he’d parked in front of Ryan’s house an hour earlier.
“Sure, but I have to prep for my meeting with Ryan Monday morning.”
“Fair enough, let’s go grab your laptop and swatches and nothing else. I want you naked except for my shirts and in my bed for the next 48 hours.”
He smiled at the road to your place and put a huge, hot hand on your thigh.
“I’ll feed you, fuck you, and fill you with cum…”
You laughed and shook your head at him.
“I can’t with you Christopher…”
He leaned over for a kiss at the stoplight.
“Oh yes you can. And only with me.”
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Kinktober day 21/22: Sex toys + recording - Soap x reader
Warnings/tags: fem!reader, sex toys, recording. Soap being an asshole, Sopa being an idiot, Soap being a menace to reader. PIV sex.
You make the grave mistake of letting Soap find your dildo.
Soap who, the first time you bring toys into the bedroom, acts like a complete and utter shit.
He fucks you with a dildo- laughing as you whine and fall apart for him. Usually, he’d be just as gone- if not more so. He’s completely unable to control himself once he gets inside you, meaning he’s not ever really mean.
He just doesn’t have the patience for any of that- because in order to tease or deny you, he’d have to stop fucking you, or maybe even pull out for a minute. (Oh the horror!!) Soap just isn’t one for self control. But hey, it’s worked so far! You always get off at least once, and if anything, Soap’s just a big puppy: over eager, impatient, but very loving.
So when he stumbled across the small, silicone toy you keep in the drawer of your nightstand for when Soap’s not home and practically begged to use it on you- you figured, why not?
And oh how you regret it. Because turns out, when Soap doesn't have his dick inside something, he turns into an absolute menace. The man’s been fucking you with your own toy for what feels like hours- laughing as you cry in need and desperately try to buck up into it.
He’s been going slow- a pace that you’ve never had from soap before. But the worst part by far is the teasing.
“Come on lovie, if you can push it out, then you can have my cock!” He teases, a shit-eating grin on his face as he holds his phone up, recording your efforts as you whine and squirm- grabbing desperately at the bed sheets as you tense your muscles and try to push the goddamn toy out of you.
He’s done this before- practically all night in fact. Just laughing and enjoying the view. Watching in fascination as you struggle to push the silicon toy out of your cunt so he’ll finally stop torturing you.
Only to push the toy right back into you when you manage to get part of it out- laughing loudly in amusement as you sob and blindly try to kick out at him and get away.
And he’s been recording it the whole time too, of course. Recording the lewd squelch your pussy makes as he fucks the dildo in and out of you- zooming in as you try to force the toy out at his command- moving the camera up to your face as he teases you over your utterly debauched state.
Oh, he is going to get it after this. You’ll make sure of it. And he’ll never see this fucking dildo again- much less be allowed to use it on you again- not when he’s such an absolute prick with it.
Once again, he pushes the dildo back into you- just as it’s about to finally come out. He holds it inside you with a single finger- laughing as you break down and go limp against the mattress- tears falling freely down your face.
“P-please! Just fuck me already!” You beg, nearly whining when he responds with the same condescending, teasing voice and amused laugh he’s been using all night. “Oh? But I am fucking you!”
You practically scream- throwing your head back and sobbing as Johnny finally takes pity on you, saying something you don’t quite catch as he pulls the toy out of you and tosses it to the side.
He keeps your legs held apart, lowering himself as he presses his- still recording- phone close and spreads your lips, making sure to give the camera a nice view. More teasing words come to him, but you don’t quite hear them- too desperate to do more much than tug at his sleeve and whine when he doesn’t immediately stick his cock inside you.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I’m workin’ on it. Patience is a virtue, you know?” He says, looking up at you with a toothy grin as he reaches down- still holding the camera steady as he unbuttons and unzips his pants- pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free.
He grabs you by the hips, pulling you closer to the edge of the mattress and putting your legs over his shoulders. You whine as he takes his rock hard cock and taps the head against your clit- making you squirm and squeeze your eyes shut- pursing your lips in a near pout and silent plea for him to fucking get on with it already.
He’s been so mean, all night- and even now, his phone was still recording, and he was still cooing down at you in a condescending voice.
“Aw, you’re just so desperate for me, ain’tcha lovie?”
When he finally pushes in, it’s just as rough and desperate as usual- yet he doesn’t lose his teasing tone. The whole time Soap’s fucking you, he’s telling you how needy and desperate you look- how you’re practically falling apart from just a little bit of teasing. Even as the two of you cum, the camera’s still recording and he’s growling out mean little backhanded praises as he paints your insides white.
You only receive softness when he collapses on top of you and eventually pulls out- kissing you sweetly and curling up beside you- telling you how good you did and how perfect you felt for him as he holds you tight till you drift towards the steady full of sleep.
Tomorrow, he’s going to get it. But for now, you let yourself pout a bit at his meanness (earning yourself a few extra pecks and apologies about all his teasing) and fall asleep in his arms.
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Kinktober 22
I n T h e O c e a n
Ralak x Metkayina!Reader
Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, alien genitalia, P in V, mentions of unsuccessful child conception, fingering
Art and Ralak are both created by @zestys-stuff
“I thought I may find you here, ma’paysyul.” The familiar voice sounds from behind you, like a calming roll of thunder. “And why is that?” You ask, with your legs dipped into the water, your eyes absentmindedly fixated on the crystalline lake. “Because you often come here when you are upset, my love.” His voice is a low purr as he sits behind you, bringing your form to sit between his spread legs, his back against your chest while he rests his cheek on your head, “Tell me what troubles you ma’ txe’lan…” Ralak coos, his hand slipping to gently rub circles on your thigh, while the other pushes strands of fallen hair out of your face to place a soft kiss at the nape of your neck.
A content sigh leaves you at your mate’s comforting touches, it had become a talent of his to calm you down with just the simplest of touches. Physical touch being each of your strongest forms of love language. “Please do not be cross with me, my yawntu…” you start with a small voice, almost scared to tell him the reason behind your distress. Not because he would react negatively, but that his own feelings would be hurt in the process. “An impossible task, but continue.” A hint of humor sounds in his voice with this comment and a slight smile grows on your lips at this, before slowly falling to a frown.
It had been almost a year since you last tried to conceive a child with your mate. Attempt after attempt you found your motivation and self image take a drastic hit. While your womb mourned for a child it never had, you abstained from even the smallest of physical contact with Ralak, all out of fear that you were not worthy of his affections, yet he never held it against you. When he did finally attempt to touch you again only for it to be accepted with no retaliation, a weight had lifted from his shoulders and little by little things felt like they were back to normal.
“I-… it is selfish maybe, but I can’t help the ache in my womb ‘Lak…” you confess almost regrettably as your hand caresses over your barren womb, “I was too… caught up in my own self doubt … yet I fear that I’ve neglected you in the process.”. Ralak watches from over your shoulder as your eyes gloss over with tears, yet they don’t quite seem to fall, in fact a sign of hopefulness seems to shine through. You carefully shift your position to slide into the cool embrace of the water, letting it sit just below your hips as you turn to face your mate.
Ralak offers a warm expression as you position yourself between his legs, letting your hands rest on his chest. Your eyes linger on the build of his muscles before looking up to meet his longing gaze, “I want you, ma’ Ralak.” You hum, looking doe eyed into his own. Ralak let’s out a soft sigh, lifting his large hand to cup your cheek, caressing it’s bone with his thumb, “Are you sure of this, paysyul? There is no need to force yourself. We can wait as long as you want.”, “I tire of waiting ‘Lak, and you have already spent too many ruts on your own…” gently grasping his hand in both of yours your slowly guide it down to your chest, just above your breasts, “I miss you my muntxatan. I miss your touch.”.
Confliction plays in Ralak’s expression as he slightly shifts his weight, bringing his other hand to press into the small of your back, “Is this what you want, ma’ Y/N?” He hums, watching your eyes intently, knowing that any hesitation would be shown in them like glass, yet you showed no restraint. Leaning forward you press a kiss to Ralak’s jawline, just below his ear, while your hand drifts down his torso, letting your fingers venture over each muscle, vein, and scar until reaching the hem of his tewng. “I’m sorry I’ve left you for so long, my love… let me make it up to you.” Your voices comes out as a soft whisper, your tongue curling around his earlobe to bring it into your mouth, giving it a light suck as your hand dips past his loincloth to run a finger up his slit, where his cock was slowly protruding out of.
Ralak sucks in a shaky breath, leaning his head against yours, his ears flattening as he releases said breath with a strained groan, “Paysyul… how is to that we’ve hardly started and you’re already teasing me?” Ralak huffs, his brows slightly pinched and a darkened color rising over his face, his ears suddenly feeling hot to the touch. “Because my mate, your paysyul loves to have her strong warrior husband melting at her fingertips~.” You muse cheekily, nipping lightly at his ear while you hold out your hand to feel his hardening cock slowly slither out of his slit and into your palm, feeling the weight of him gradually growing heavier.
Just as you had figured, your words strike a nerve with your mate as your hand is suddenly yanked from beneath his tewng. Both of Ralak’s arms lock around you tightly lifting you into the air with him as he moves into the water, to sit on a submerged stone ledge below the water, pulling you onto his lap, where his cock now throbbed, fully erect and present beneath your intimates. “It’s not nice to tease, love.” He purrs, running the tip of his nose along the side of your neck before peppering it with purposeful kisses, his arms encasing your body against his, rolling his hips to grind his cock against your clothed folds slowly.
Your head dips back at the sensation, wrapping your arms lazily around his neck, “Mmn~. Whose teasing now, hm?” You jest, gliding your moistening loincloth against cock to match his pace. “Hush.” Ralak grunts, his hands forcefully working to untie you loincloth, practically tearing it from your body, tossing it onto the rocks behind him. “You too…” you pout, pulling suggestively at his loincloth, almost yelling in surprise when Ralak suddenly stands with you in his arms, his one hand supporting your ass while his other masterfully unties his tewng, keeping eye contact with you, “You are quite needy today little one. Do not worry, we’ll get you fixed right up.” Ralak sighs against your skin, leaning in to attach his lips to your own whilst slowly turning around, setting you down to sit on the submerged rock ledge.
In another quick flurry of movements, you are coaxed onto your knees, your tail swaying back and forth tapping against your mate’s hip, to which Ralak in return runs his hand over the length of your tail, stroking it slowly from base to tip before leaning over your backside, to bury his nose in your hair, “My sweet syulang… ‘smell so fucking good for me.” He hums raspily into your ear, morphing into growled huffs as his fingers are guided back to the base of your tail and down your rear, parting your slippery pussy lips, causing your breath to hitch.
His touch was hungry, adamant in his desire to have every inch of you trembling for him once he’s finally had his way with you. Your eyes close, breathing a soft mewl as his two fingers move back and forth through your folds, always so close to inserting them into you, yet settling for letting a single knuckle tease your opening. The bioluminescent freckles of your body gleam in the dimly lit cave as your temperature rises, eagerly pushing your hips back onto his fingers in a silent plea to make him give you want your body ached for. “There she is… my little tanhì…” tanhì the name he called you when your freckles shown particularly bright. He’d always comment on how gorgeous you looked, often admiring your speckled figure in the night while you slept. You were his own personal star. His tanhì.
“Do not act coy, tanhì… I want to hear you beg for it.” He rumbles, pressing hot, tender kisses into your jaw as you arched your neck back, his fingers continuing to massage your wetness, dragging your arousal to smear it over your clit, yet cheekily enough never staying on it for too long. Perhaps a bit of silent payback for making him wait so long to have you, even if he sympathized with your former plight. “Haa-ah!” Your voice hitches as Ralak’s fingers pass over your clit again, “P-please ma’Lak, put them in- I want to feel your fingers in me.” You whine, biting your lip as you squirm against his hand, “Just my fingers? That is all you want?” Ralak presses, knowing that on the inside your body was screaming to be filled to the brim with his cock.
“This-“ you whine, reaching behind you to grasp at his cock, his hips following suit as you press his swollen tip, already beading with precum from how pent up he had been, to your folds, the heat radiating off his rock hard erection against your intimates makes you shudder at the contact. “Please ma’yawntu- I don’t want to wait anymore. I need you, mmn and I know you need me too~.” The last part of your sentence comes out in an almost inaudible whisper as your mouth falls open at the feeling of Ralak pushing his cock through your fold just as he had done with his fingers, a husky groan sounding from behind you, signaling that Ralak was just about through with holding off any longer himself.
“Needy little tanhì…” he repeats himself from earlier in a gravely breath, pressing his lips heavily to your neck as he pushes his cocktip against your entrance, growling low into your ear at the slightest bit of resistance. Your breath is caught in your throat, at the sensation, desperately pushing your hips back in attempts to drive him further and completely push past your opening. Ralak’s strong hands grip your hips roughly, his rasped pants filling your ears noting just how much he’s trying to restrain himself and be patient with you. “Say it again… say how much you need me.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order and great mother help you if you chose to refuse it. “Need you so bad ma’ muntxa, please, please pl-NGAAH!” With a forceful shove of his hips, your pleas are cut off with cry of passion. The feeling of Ralak stretching you out felt so new with the way your walls clung to him so erratically, “Rraagh… you feel like the first time we mated, ma’ paysyul…so tight…”
Tears begin to swell in your eyes at the overwhelming pressure of his cock forcing its way into you. It was only now that you took into account the fact that you hadn’t had him in months; the progress you had made, allowing your body to easily adjust to his size, now thrown to the wind. Here you were positioned helplessly beneath him, your body beading in a slight cold sweat, making the water at your thighs feel insufferably cold, and Ralak was less than half way inside you. Your face scrunches into a half hearted scowl as you press it into the slippery stones below you.
Ralak of course is quick to notice your state and leans over your backside you gently stroke your spine, before gently taking the thick braid of your kuru onto his grasp, “Shh… easy now paysyul, allow me to ease the pain.” He hums drawing his either hand behind his head and bringing forth his own braid, bringing the tip to meet with your own. The pink tendrils happily wriggle and twirl at the familiarity of one another before intertwining, embracing each tentacle-like strand lovingly until they fold into one cohesive connection.
The bond is immediate and your eyes dilate as you register your mate’s consciousness, his entire being. The hunger that roared at him from within finally reaching your ears and your own loins, realizing just how much he had been suppressing. A new warming sensation washes over you as you allow the same longing to submerge your thoughts, your body relaxes and suddenly your body aches, pussy clenching around what of Ralak’s cock was already inside you, “Keep going ‘Lak.. I can take it.”.
His large hand smooths down the curve of your back, ears perking to the way your body responds to him by instinctively arching your back. “I know you can, muntxa… let’s break you back in.. shall we?” With a low rumbling in his chest, Ralak wraps an arm around your shoulders, pinning your head between his forearm and bicep as he uses this new hold to assertively thrust forward, the slight bow in your back being the only thing to stop your bodies from completely pressing together, “Fu-fuck ‘Lak!” You whine meekly, your voice resembling that of a small squeak as the bulk of his cock slides through your walls.
Your hands desperately claw at his arm around your neck, yet with no intention in attempting to remove it. With an unstable exhale Ralak readies himself, letting the warmth of your slick cunt welcome his cock back after being absent for so long. “That’s it… haah.. I missed this.” In the past your little whimpers would’ve made him cautious, but now the only thing he wanted to do was fuck you like his life depended on it. Reeling his hips back Ralak nuzzles into your hair sweetly before gingerly bringing them back to meet your ass, a singular grunt leaving him as your pussy sucks him back in. Again he repeats the action, this time with a bit more vigor. More and more Ralak speeds up, however prioritizing roughness over over all agility. His thrusts bucked your body forward continuously, waves of water created by the motion crashed against your thighs, manifesting numerous ripples in the once settled lake.
Your moans echoed off the cave walls, the pressure of your neck being pushed further into the hold of his neck had your mouth permanently open, your tongue unconscious slipping out as you tried to catch your breath between your own moans and the chokehold you were being fucked into. Although the position was slightly uncomfortable, you couldn’t care less. The feeling of his fat cock owning your pussy all over again, ruining you just as he did when you had first mated was everything your body was craving for. This was pure bliss.
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Kinktober Day 22 - (Predicament) Bondage
Poly 141 - 3.3k
summary: Price and Ghost have some fun while Johnny and Gaz are tied up. (Ghost POV)
cw: dom!price, dom!ghost, sub!gaz, sub!soap, predicament bondage (posture collar, one-bar prison, nipple & clit clamps), anal sex, trans ftm soap, trans ftm gaz, brief choking
note: this has a bit of ghostgaz, but almost all of it is ghostsoap with pricegaz fucking in the background. i tried to make it seem more like they were all interacting, but idk how i did lol
“You’ve truly outdone yourself this time, Captain,” Ghost says, eyebrows arched high as he runs a hand across his jaw.
Price has got Gaz and Soap set up in quite the predicament bondage, both of them looking oh so vulnerable and needy. They make quite the sight beside each other, pretty little things all tied up for he and Price to use to their heart’s content.
They’re in a complicated setup, both of them mirroring the other perfectly. Gaz’s head is held high, a collar with a leash attached to one of the hooks in the ceiling keeping him standing tall and proud, not able to dip his chin too low without choking himself. He’s stuck on his toes, a one-bar-prison impaling his cunt with what must be a sizable dildo considering Ghost can already see a bit of a bulge in his stomach and he’s not even close to flat-footed. He’s got a ring gag in, drool soaking his chin. His arms are folded behind him, locked with one forearm on top of the other in an arm binder.
Soap’s posed in an identical way - head held high, one bar prison, locked arms, up on his toes. The only difference is the gag, which for Soap is a rubber bone on the smaller side that still allows his little whimpers and whines to slip through. He’s far more wiggly than Kyle, trying to rock further up on his toes to find a more comfortable position, swaying from side to side and moving his head about to find what positions will and won’t choke him.
The two of them are connected by three chains - one from each nipple, Kyle’s left to Johnny’s right, and Kyle’s right to Johnny’s left. The chains attach to mean looking clamps with metal teeth, and they’re just short enough for there to be a constant tug on the clamps and no real way for them to relieve the pressure. It leaves them in an almost half-bowing position, trying to force slack into the chains while staying on balance, not impaling themselves further, and standing straight enough not to choke themselves.
The other chain is pulled taut where it connects from clit to clit, a matching pair of rubber-toothed clamps on each of the little nubs. Every inch that one of them sinks down, the other’s clit gets tugged down too. It leaves them in a constant state of writhing in pleasure, only to jerk more in pain. One slips down and the other yelps, one moves up and the other whines. It’s a twisted sort of dance that leaves both Kyle and Johnny panting and flushed, unable to stay still no matter how much they try. It leaves them forced to make a delicious choice between choking themselves, tugging on their clits, or sitting fully on the cocks halfway in their cunts.
The pose also leaves them both presenting their asses very nicely, backs arched and positions unbalanced with their arms made useless. The way their legs are spread leaves their back holes visible - even from the doorway Ghost can see a little jewel glittering between Kyle’s cheeks and a brown tail hanging between Johnny’s thighs.
“Took a bit of work,” Price replies, taking a long puff of his cigar and running his eyes over the squirming boys. Johnny rocks a little too far to the left, gets a loud shout of complaint from Gaz and a glare. “You’d think I’d sliced their little dicks right off the way they howled at the clamps.”
Ghost chuckles and steps up to the display, runs his hand slowly from the nape of Gaz’s neck to his ass. The tension in his back makes his muscles quiver, and Simon can’t resist grabbing him by the hip and forcing him down a few more inches. Kyle and Johnny both yelp at that, Johnny whining as he lets himself sink down too, and Gaz glares at Ghost when he steps to the side of them.
“Aw,” Ghost smirks and lifts a hand up to Gaz’s chin, wipes away a bit of the spit and gives him a harsh tap to his cheek. “Don’t like feeling so full?”
A harsh exhale through the nose and one sharp shake of the head.
Ghost mimics Kyle back, shakes his head slowly with an exaggerated pout. “No? Size queen like you doesn’t like a nice big cock in his cunt?”
A whine this time, a jerky nod instead. From his peripheral Ghost sees Price walk up behind Soap. He doesn’t look over, keeps his attention solely on Gaz so the boy doesn’t get distracted.
“You want more, then?”
Poor thing’s eyes are a little glazed, a little furrow between his brows telegraphing his confusion. He takes a nice deep breath through his nose, exhales heavily and glares at Ghost with slightly clearer eyes.
He only laughs, gives him another tap to the cheek. “You know you’ll take it all by the end of the night, will probably be whining and moaning for more when it doesn’t fill you up the whole way.”
Ghost ignores Gaz’s pouty expression, trades places with Price and sets himself behind Soap. He’s flushed all the way down his spine, his thighs quivering from the effort it takes to keep him up on his toes. The little tail sways a bit between his legs from all his twitching and shifting, and he can’t resist the urge to give it a little tug. Gets Johnny whining and leaning back, then Gaz making a little complaining noise.
“Look at you,” he hears Price murmur, and a moment later Johnny and Kyle both jolt forward with matching pained noises. Ghost glances down and sees that Price’s pointer finger rests in the middle of the lower chain, pushing down and forcing both of the boys further down their respective dildos to try and alleviate the pressure. They both let out upset noises, Johnny’s head jerking back and forth while Kyle’s drops as low as it can, stomach heaving when he takes a deep breath in.
Ghost runs a hand from Johnny’s shoulder down to his ribs, letting himself explore all the skin available to him while Price plays around with tugging the chain up. Both boys jerk further up on their toes in sync, and Ghost can’t help but laugh at their twin moans.
“Like little synchronized swimmers,” Price murmurs, pushing down again and using his free hand to push the nipple chains back and forth in the air. Again, Johnny and Kyle jerk down in sync and groan at the stretch.
“Synchronized sluts, more like,” Ghost grunts, pulling away from Johnny’s sweat-slick body just long enough to undo his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles, tugs his briefs so they rest behind his balls and he can set his rapidly hardening cock along the arch of Johnny’s back. Price takes a final puff of his cigar before stepping away for a moment to put it out, then takes off his own belt and pants as he stands behind Gaz.
Price groans, shoots Ghost an affectionate glare. “That was terrible, even for you, Simon.”
Soap - the little whore - grunts his agreement and jerks his head in a nod. Ghost scowls, lands a bruising blow to his ass and forces him down another inch or so by the hip. That gets him a squeal from both Johnny and Kyle, and a glare from the latter. Ghost smirks at him a little, reaches around the front of Soap’s body to flick the chain connecting their clits. This time Kyle’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Much better.
Ghost turns his attention down to Johnny’s ass, the little hole he’ll be fucking. The plug doesn’t look very large, probably just wide enough to stretch him out but not so wide that he’ll be loose for Simon. He can’t resist the urge to bat the tail back and forth, smirks a little when Johnny shivers at the brush of fur against his thighs.
“Wag your tail for me, Johnny,” he rumbles, rubbing little circles against his hips with his thumbs. Johnny grunts, shakes his head and tries to glance over his shoulder before he realizes he’s choking himself and gives up.
Ghost scowls, firms his grip on Johnny’s hips and forces him down, back up, down, back up, several times. The motion doesn’t wag the tail as effectively as moving from side to side would have, but it does the job.
It also gets both of the little toys screaming, the sudden jerking at their clits probably a horrible pain. Ghost nearly laughs at Gaz’s facial expression, gives Johnny a few extra thrusts just for the fun of it.
He stops when Johnny’s noises shift from whimpers to sharp little yelps, almost barks. As soon as he stops his thrusting motion Johnny sways a little from left to right, just enough for the chains not to tug very much, but still makes the tail swing between his thighs enough to satisfy Ghost.
“Good boy,” Ghost rumbles approvingly, running a hand from Johnny’s mohawk down to his ass. “Look at you, so happy to be stuck on a cock, huh pup?”
Johnny knows better than to ignore him, gives a sharp noise and then nods his head as much as he can.
It’s easy to slip the plug out, Johnny’s rim giving it up without any fuss. Ghost stretches to set it on a table, then gets back to appreciating Johnny’s ass, groping it a bit and spreading his cheeks wide.
It really is lovely, fat and tense and split on a cock. His cunt is spread wide, slick dripping down his thighs and the toy inside him, his little back hole winking at Ghost. It’s easy to sink his thumb in, pull to the side to get him gaping a little more. With the way he’s tied, Johnny can’t do anything but stand there and take whatever Ghost decides to give - either that or yank on his little clit until he’s screaming.
He doesn’t bother to stretch him out anymore, just rubs his cock up and down Soap’s ass crack to coat himself in the mix of slick and lube, then notches his head right in Johnny’s hole.
He hooks his chin over Johnny’s shoulder and keeps his hands tight on his hips as he slowly sinks in, feels Johnny moaning and tensing every muscle to keep from moving, watches as Gaz’s eyes roll back in his head from whatever it is Price is doing knelt down behind him. He jerks down in a quick thrust, has Johnny trying to overcorrect and both of them moaning when the chains pull.
Ghost can’t help but laugh a little as he sinks himself balls deep, reaches up to grasp both of the upper chains in one hand and yanks down with enough force that the clamps nearly come off their tits. It gets both of the boys screaming, Johnny tightening up so much that Ghost isn’t even sure he can pull out.
“Doesn’t get old, does it?” Price grunts, leaning just far enough to the side of Gaz to shoot Simon an amused look.
“No, it doesn’t,” he replies, tucking his nose into Johnny’s throat and giving a few shallow thrusts. Johnny moans again, the sound vibrating through his skin to Ghost’s lips, and he goes a little looser in his hold, leans a little more of his weight into Simon’s hands and the leash holding his head up.
Ghost leans back just enough to glance down and watch as he pulls out, Johnny’s hole spread obscenly wide around him. He plants his forehead on Johnny’s arched back, gives him a few thrusts and just watches the way his body accepts Ghost’s cock so easily. It’s almost mesmerizing, the slow glide of skin, the way his hole doesn’t fight the intrusion at all. If he could, Ghost would spend days just like this - slowly fucking in and out of a bound Johnny, enjoying the view.
The loud moan from Soap reminds him that he’s very much not a doll, and will probably pout about not being treated fairly for days after he’s untied. The thought doesn’t bother Ghost as much as it might’ve with past partners - Johnny’s always needy and clingy when he’s feeling wronged.
Still, having him bound and gag means Ghost doesn’t treat him as a partner. Right now, Johnny is just a whining thing for him to fuck. Ghost will let him come, but only if it feels good for him. Otherwise Johnny will stay right on edge, clenched up nice and tight with his cunt drooling.
Ghost lets his hand dip down Soap’s abs at the thought, spreads his pussy lips wide with his fingers to soak them in his juices. It makes Johnny feel vulnerable, which sets him shifting on his legs again - just enough to tug on the chains, if the nasty look and noise from Gaz are any indication.
Price has stood from where he was, and they’ve been together enough times at this point for Ghost to recoginze on both Gaz and Price’s faces that their Captain is spreading Kyle out for his fucking. He always likes them loose, Ghost wouldn’t be shocked if he tries to fit his entire fist up there.
He smirks at the thought as he fucks into Johnny a little more harshly. Gaz would make a nice puppet.
Apparently that’s not the road Price is going down tonight, because he wraps both of his hands around Kyle’s hips and clearly slides his cock inside the other man, if Gaz’s face is anything to go by.
There are a few moments of push and pull, where Price thrusts in on Ghost’s thrusts out, leaving the Gaz and Soap rocking back and forth with constant little tugs on the chains, slowly impaling themselves more and more as their legs go weaker.
As Johnny gets closer to the edge he gets more wiggly, like he’s trying to rub his dick on something that doesn’t exist so he can get off. The thought of Soap truly just being a toy for his pleasure, just a hole to fuck that doesn’t even have the privilege of an orgasm, has Ghost groaning out loud and thrusting just a bit harder. The change in pace has Johnny groaning, shifting around even more.
Ghost plants both of his hands on Johnny’s shoulders and pushes down, forces him to nearly choke himself with the collar and leash. He goes tense immediately, and every muscle in his body clamps up tight - Ghost throws his head back and moans, pumps his hips as much as he can and relishes in how much effort it takes to even pull out.
“Fuck, you feel good like this, Johnny,” Ghost moans, makes the noise as pleasure-filled as possible. “Nice and tight when you can’t breathe, huh? Might keep you like this ‘til I finish.”
There’s a little panicked, choking noise at that, and Johnny desperately tries to shake his head even with the tension in his leash.
“Yeah,” Ghost groans, settling back a bit. He shifts one hand to Johnny’s nape to hold him down, the other to his arms for a good grip. “You’re a little too loose when you can breathe Johnny.”
A grunt from Price as Simon starts to truly pound into Soap. “That’s what he gets for being a slut.”
Ghost barks out a laugh at that, jerks Johnny to the side by his neck and relishes Gaz’s squeal when both of their bodies sway. “Hear that, Johnny? Captain thinks you’re too used up to enjoy.”
“Now, I didn’t say that.” Price’s breathing is heavier, even at the slower pace he’s fucking Gaz with.
“Sorry, sorry. Captain thinks you’ve taken too many cocks to be worth fuckin’ when you’re not choking, that better?”
Another laugh, lower. “Sure, that works.”
There’s a loud whine from Soap at the words, and he spasms a bit in his binds. Ghost lets go of his neck, helps haul him up a bit and continues his fucking to the chorus of Johnny’s heaving breaths through his nose.
He mocks a disappointed groan, slows his thrusts down to put more force behind each one. “See, Johnny? I let you get a breath in and you go all loose on me again.” He slips the hand on Johnny’s arms down to his crack, strokes the stretched hole and puts just enough pressure to make Johnny think he’s about to push in a finger alongside his cock.
It has the intended effect, sending Johnny jolting as far away as he can. He can’t get much distance, impaled and tied as he is, but it yanks on every chain he’s got tied to him - his leash and all three chains connected to the front of his body. He nearly screams around his bone at the pain, and over his shoulder Ghost can see Kyle’s eyes roll entirely into the back of his head. Price just barely manages to catch him by the throat, holding him up so he doesn’t choke while continuing to fuck him at a slow and steady pace.
“There ya go,” Ghost praises, worming his fingertip all around Johnny’s hole to keep him nervous. “Nice and tight again, like a good cunt should be. Well, a good ass right now, seeing as I’ve got no need for your cunt.”
Johnny whines a little, a high noise that makes him sound just like the needy thing he’s been reduced to. He can’t seem to choose between going limp and struggling, his body switching between the two every few seconds. It leaves him panting and wide-eyed, and both he and Gaz whining and whimpering at what must be constant pain in their little dicks.
“God, you feel so good with both your holes stuffed, boy,” Price moans. He’s a little red in the face, clearly fucked out and barely holding back his orgasm. He slides a hand to the front of Gaz’s body, pinches the clit clamp and moves it back and forth to mimic stroking the bundle of nerves.
Gaz nearly yowls, back arching as much as it can in this position, and abruptly dropping to the heels of his feet. He goes even louder if that’s possible, but his voice is almost drowned out by Johnny’s when the clamp almost goes flying off for him, and he’s forced to his heels just to alleviate the sting.
He nearly chokes Ghost’s cock, and the way he moans and writhes is a dead giveaway to his own orgasm. Ghost copies Price and shifts the clamp over his clit back and forth, forcing Johnny’s body to milk his cock as he starts to finally come deep inside the man.
The room is filled with a symphony of noises - muffled and clear - as all four of them seem to finish at once. Ghost wishes he could open his eyes enough to see Price and Gaz’s faces, would love to lean forward and watch Johnny lose his mind, but the hot vice around his cock is far too pleasurable for him to put effort into anything but the tiny thrusts he gives to keep the stimulation going.
He lets his head fall to Johnny’s shoulder eventually, one of his hands lifting to cup his bound arms. The only sound he can hear is his own heartbeat and uneven pants, and he lets himself sink into the afterglow. Johnny whines a little, shifts on his feet and winces
“Alright,” Price huffs, the clink of his belt loud in the otherwise-quiet room. “You’re gettin’ them down from there since I set them up. I’ll be in the living room with blankets and water bottles.”
Ghost smiles against Johnny’s skin when he hears the old man lumber off, then gets to work easing their boys down for a few long hours of aftercare.
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Hello! I don't know if u are taking asks so feel free to ignore this. But like.. have u have thought of that one scene where Carly is getting chased down by bo (the church scene) and then gets dragged to the gas station... That but with Y/N... Like she's noticed that bo has been quite flirtatious with her since the beginning.. calling her pretty and what not.. so as a last resort.. yeah they basically fuck lmao
this is also gonna be kinktober day 22!
Lolicon & Shotacon | Intercrural Sex | Bondage
You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen around here in a long, long time, miss.
Bo had sounded believable. Sweet, but not cloying. Charming without being strange. At least at first. But things had begun to shift, as they tended to do in Ambrose. One by one, your friends had vanished. Until it was just you, the last woman standing, who was clearly in over your head.
The tape practically screams in the silence of the room as he binds your wrists to the chair, your fingers holding on to what you could in a death grip. Your mouth is uncovered, you’re gasping for air as much as you can, writhing the best that you can. “Please…I’ll do anything,” you whimper, something you’re sure that he’s heard a dozen times.
But he stops, Bo’s cold gaze practically boring into your soul as you look up at him, wide eyed and needy, legs falling open as you look up at him. Your makeup has run down your cheeks, your shirt is half ripped and your thighs twitch, as if you want to spread your legs. Bo grins as he tweaks an erect nipple, which makes you whine despite how utterly terrified you are.
“You promise, sweet thing?” He runs his thumb along your lower lip, almost pinching it before he pulls back. Undoing his belt quickly, he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. “Think you can take it, baby?” His grin is predatory, his eyes full of life as he moves between your legs, letting you get a good view of him. He’s hard, it practically twitches despite nothing touching it. He’s thick, the head is a deep, angry red, a pearl of pre-cum at the tip.
After you nod, Bo spits in his palm, getting the head of his cock wet before he reaches under your skirt and rips your panties away, shoving most of himself in at once, making you scream as your entire being is overwhelmed with sensation. He’s too big, at least at first. His fingers expertly manipulate your clit, making you wail and kick as he fucks you so deeply that you’ll feel it in your bones for days.
“Maybe I’ll keep you, sweet thing,” Bo whispers as he fills you with his cum, making you moan helplessly, nodding in barely there agreement.
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