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roosterforme · 2 years

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Underneath It All | Rooster x Reader

Written for Kinktober

Summary: You and Bradley discover each other's kinks, and nobody is disappointed. (Lingerie and sex in public)

Warnings: Smut and filth, 18+ only, PiV intercourse, oral sex

Length: 2500

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Can be read as part of my Series Is It Working For You? OR it can be read as a standalone story! Masterlist

Bradley was pretty annoyed. It was supposed to be date night. Just the two of you. But as soon as he mentioned to Fanboy that he was taking you to the newest restaurant near base, it had turned into a group hang.

The thing that Bradley found most annoying was the fact that you didn't seem to find this annoying at all. You said it sounded fun, and you couldn't wait to see everyone again.

Bradley just wanted to be with you... alone. You'd only just established the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing a few weeks previously, after weeks of Bradley sweating hard over you. And now he had to turn his romantic plans into something thoroughly un-romantic to accommodate the fact that Phoenix, Bob, Payback, Fanboy, Hangman and Coyote would be there too. Great.

So Bradley picked you up at your place, kissed you until you were going to be late if you didn't leave immediately, and buckled you into the Bronco.

"I'm so excited to have dinner with everyone," you reiterated.

He just grunted. God, you looked fucking hot in that black wrap dress. He was pretty sure if he pulled at the loose bow tied at your side, the entire front of the dress would come open.

He was never going to make it through this dinner.

"Are you okay, Roo? You seem kind of irritated tonight," you pointed out. Bradley let his right hand drift to your bare thigh and slid it up under your dress while he drove.

"I'm fine, Baby Girl. I'm just a little disappointed that I have to share your company with the others tonight. I was hoping it would be just me and you." His fingers drifted up until they found something lacy, and he groaned. He couldn't wait to get you out of your dress later.

You bit your lower lip, and with amusement in your voice, you said, "Maybe we can skip out right after we eat dinner. We don't need to stay for dessert and coffee."

"That's my girl."

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Eating with these people right now was tedious. Bradley liked his friends, loved them really. They were all great people. Well, Hangman was... Hangman. But he could not wait to get the fuck out of this restaurant and get you alone. He had inhaled his meal, and now he was just waiting for you to give him the signal that you were ready to leave.

You were sitting right across from him, and every time you turned to your right to talk to Bob, you leaned on your elbow and pressed your tits together slightly. Bradley swore you were doing it on purpose, since the deep v-front of your dress was giving him the perfect view. He was practically drooling as he listened to you graciously talk to Bob about his brother's five Persian cats. Bradley did not know how you were managing to do that with a smile on your face.

When you shifted a bit in your seat, Bradley's eyes went right back to your chest, and he saw a bit of black lace peeking out the top of your dress.

"You okay, man?" Payback asked him. "You seem very distracted."

Bradley just hummed in agreement, and then he felt you drag your high heel up his pant leg as you caught his eye. He noticed your phone was in your hands just before his phone vibrated in his pocket. Your mouth quirked into a sly smile before you tucked your phone back into your bag.

Bradley narrowed his eyes at you before reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He was not surprised to see that the text was from you, and he figured it was you letting him know you were ready to leave. What he saw, however, had him nearly tipping out of his chair.

"Holy shit," he muttered, quickly turning his screen away from Payback. Because you had just sent him a dirty picture.

Bradley's wide eyes darted between his phone screen and your smirking face several times before he really focused on the image. And there you were, lying on your back in the middle of your bed, your hair all over your pillow. You were wearing the sexiest strappy, black lace bodysuit he had ever seen in his life along with your black high heels. You were looking at the camera and your back was slightly arched up off the bed. The text caption read, "This is what I'm wearing under my dress." Bradley had never explicitly told you how much he liked lingerie, but it seemed as though you somehow knew what this would do to him.

Fuck. He was already getting hard. He wanted you out of your dress as soon as possible. You ran your high heel up his leg again, and this time he reached for your foot under the table. He traced the inside of your ankle with his thumb and you bit your lip again. Shit, he wanted to clear everything off the table and do this right here.

"It's time to go," he told you, his voice sounding extra raspy, even to his own ears. He released your foot, and you were both instantly out of your seats.

"Hey, you're leaving already?" asked Fanboy. "We didn't even order dessert yet!"

"I'm taking my dessert to-go," Bradley replied, swiftly wrapping his arm around your waist. He threw a bunch of bills from his wallet onto the table to cover your meals plus a hefty tip, and then he was moving.

"Um, it was nice to see everyone!" you called out as he yanked you along beside him. Bradley registered that everyone looked stunned except for Phoenix, who was cracking up.

"I take it you liked what you saw?" you asked him, a breathy laugh in your voice as you quickly exited the restaurant and plunged into the dark night outside.

Bradley pushed you back against the front of the building and gently bit your neck. Your moan caused a few pedestrians to turn and look at you before rushing onward.

"You're too good to me. I'm gonna reward you for that sexy photo, Baby Girl. I'm gonna reward you with this," he rasped, pressing himself against you. His dick was rock hard, and now Bradley had to really try to focus on getting you away from the crowded sidewalk.

You gasped as he bit you a little harder and then pulled you toward the Bronco. "I must admit, this got an even better reaction than I had anticipated." You were a bit breathless as you asked, "You like lingerie, huh, Roo?"

Bradley opened the passenger door for you and buckled you in. He leaned in close, his lips gently skimming over yours, his mustache tickling you. He wasn't sure exactly how to describe the extent to which he liked lingerie. Or how much he liked seeing you in it. He had always been a visual creature, and seeing you in that black lace was like being presented with a pretty little gift to unwrap and enjoy.

"I do, Sweetheart. I like it a lot. And I'm going to love fucking my girlfriend while she's wearing it."

He watched you squeeze your thighs together and suck in a breath as he tugged open the tie at the side of your dress. He watched the fabric fall open, exposing your lace covered tits.

You tipped your head back and moaned, and Bradley was grateful that he had parked at the far end of the lot where it was quiet. "Let's get out of here," he managed, as he ran his fingers over your lace covered nipples making you whine.

Once he was in the driver's seat and pulling onto the main road, he felt a little bit more in control of the situation. Or at least he did until you reached over and gently squeezed him through his pants. His dick throbbed against your hand, and soon you were unbuttoning and unzipping.

"Fuck, Baby Girl," was all he managed to say as your hand slipped inside his boxer briefs and you started gently stroking him. "You keep that up, and I'm gonna pull over and fuck you on the side of the road."

You pumped your hand around him harder and leaned closer. You licked his neck and whispered, "Promise?"

He hissed in a breath. The way you made him feel, how much you could turn him on... it was unbelievable. "You want me to, don't you?"

When Bradley only got a whimper in response, he quickly made a sharp right and headed for one of the bayside beaches that closed at sunset. He deftly steered his Bronco around one of the gates meant to keep people out at this time of night, and parked near the water.

As soon as he turned the engine off, you were immediately in his lap. The front of your dress was fully open, and he ran his hands all over your body as you started to grind against him.

He kissed you sweetly and yanked the strip of lace covering your core to one side. He gathered your arousal on his fingertips, and without any further warning, he started fucking you hard with two fingers.

"Bradley!" you yelped as your head tipped back against the steering wheel, and you arched your chest toward him. He licked and nipped your breasts through the lace of the low cut bodysuit, nuzzling his nose between your tits.

"You look so perfect like this, Sweetheart. Now climb into the backseat for me like a good girl."

When he withdrew his fingers, you did as you were told. You climbed carefully over the center console and spread yourself out along the seat on your back for him, your loose dress trailing behind you.

Bradley hopped out of the driver's door and opened the one behind it, his hard dick hanging out of his dress pants bounced around as he moved. The sight of you bathed in moonlight and the little bit of glow from the Bronco's dome light would be burned into his brain for the rest of his life. You scooted yourself closer to the open door where he stood, and he quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you to him, until your lace covered pussy was rubbing his cock.

You looked up at him and bit your lip as he ran his hands up and down both of your bare thighs. He took a few seconds to gently bend your knees and kiss your ankles just above your high heels before hiking your knees up over his shoulders.

"Think you can keep quiet? There are a few houses right over there," he said, nodding to his right. Bradley could see people moving around inside their lit up homes. He had no doubt that they would be able to see you if they decided to look outside in this direction.

"I'll try," was all you managed to say before he yanked the lacy fabric to one side again, ran his fingers along your pussy and plunged his dick inside you.

He fucked you hard and fast, figuring the entire night up to this point counted as foreplay. The slapping of his skin against yours spurred him on, as did the way you clamped your hands over your mouth to try and keep yourself quiet.

"You're doing great," he groaned through clenched teeth, gripping your hips hard and pounding into you. Your breasts were bouncing so much, the bodysuit started to slip, revealing one perfect pink nipple. "Fuck, I love these tits." He leaned down and pulled it into his mouth, sucking hard.

"Bradley!" you squealed, running your hands through his hair while he licked and sucked.

He pounded into you harder, fucked you rougher. "You keep making that much noise, and someone's gonna hear us," he whispered against your ear. He pushed against you more until your knees were almost touching your shoulders. He slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and let you suck on them to keep you hushed. "That's better, Baby Girl. Gotta keep you quiet. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this, just me."

You moaned around his fingers, and your pretty gaze met his. He knew how to make you come, and he kept his eyes on yours as he shifted slightly and rubbed against your clit with his pelvic bone while he fucked you.

You started to shake and clench around him. "I know what you like, and I'll give it to you every single time, Sweetheart. Especially when you dress up just for me."

You sucked and licked his fingers, squeaking and making obscene muffled sounds as you came.

"Fuck, I'm there too," he told you, and his movements became shallow as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth.

As you were moaning through the end of your orgasm, you started to push Bradley gently off of you.

"Roo, come in my mouth, sexy, so we don't mess up the upholstery."

Bradley didn't need to be told twice. He pulled his cock out of your pussy, climbed on top of you on the seat and straddled your chest. You propped yourself up a little and opened your mouth wide for him, your pink tongue licking your lips as he groaned. You reached out, and with one pump of your fist along his messy length, he watched his cum hit your tongue, your lips, and the back of your throat. Then you pulled him closer and took him fully into your mouth, licking up every last bit of his cum and your wetness from him with the sweetest expression on your face. You kissed along his softening length and the top of his thigh, as you smiled up at him. Bradley watched you intently, the deep recesses of his mind registering the fact that he was absolutely going to marry you someday.

"Did we just check off two kinks in one go?" you asked him as he eased his large body off of yours.

"Huh?" God, he could barely think at the moment, could barely manage zipping up his pants and reaching down to pull you up.

You climbed out of the back door and Bradley pulled you into his arms for a long kiss before wrapping your dress closed over your sexy lingerie.

"Bradley, I think we may have just checked off your lingerie kink at the same time as my sex in public kink." You were grinning up at him.

Bradley stroked his fingers along your cheek. "Yeah, I think we did. And the way you protected the Bronco's upholstery? I fucking love you. You know that right?"

You giggled as he walked you back to the passenger seat to buckle you in again.

"I love you too, Roo. Let's go back to my place."

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zutaralover94 · 8 months

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And here it is!! I will be writing for all the red colored prompts but thought I would go ahead and make it a whole month of prompts!! Feel free to use this list for all your ships!!

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tickly-tufts · 7 months

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Variance (N$FW)

so this is uh… this……… yeah this fic is 🌽

straight up this is just kinky tickle 🌽

never thought i’d do this, but it’s officially happened, so thank you @tickles-tea for sponsoring, and uh…… 18+ readers enjoy??

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CONTAINS: (web) bondage, nudity, oral sex, edging, and genital tickling*

*dick and vag variants, labelled Earth-616B-D and Earth-616B-V respectively. both sections start similar, then diverge until the climax. (look for the ~~~ dividers)

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Miguel flinched at the first brush of fingers against the inside of his left thigh. His muscles strained as the touch continued, yet despite his strength, he couldn’t move.

“Looks like all that webbing did the trick!” Peter tousled Miguel’s hair from behind the chair.

“Well, we still have to put it to the test, don’t we?” MJ squeezed both of Miguel’s thighs.

“Ahh-!” The reaction was immediate, with Miguel’s face splitting into a helpless grin. His legs, meanwhile, trembled against their bonds, unable to hide from MJ’s hands. Her nails were long, tracing shapes against his skin, with the occasional skitter thrown in to surprise him. MJ didn’t dig in, even though she could have.

She knew there was no need to rush.

The arrangement they’d chosen for the evening was this: Miguel stripped bare and thoroughly webbed to a chair. His arms had been raised, then attached to the back, while his legs were spread wide, knees and ankles secured. The chair itself was reinforced as well, able to withstand his spider-powers. Miguel was effectively at the Parkers’ mercy.

The thought sent a thrill through all three of them.

While MJ continued to graze Miguel’s legs, Peter made use of his position from behind. “Don’t headbutt me,” he warned, only half-joking, chin pressed to Miguel’s hair as he reached down.

Miguel’s wobbly smile grew as Peter’s fingers traced their way down his triceps. He tensed when they inevitably reached his hollows, tapping playfully for a few seconds. Peter wanted him to relax first. Difficult, but not impossible. Miguel forced the tension out of his arms, and only then did Peter strike.

“Nohoho!” Miguel laughed as Peter scritched and scratched at his underarms. “AHACK!” He jumped when MJ mirrored the motion, the ticklishness even worse on his thighs. Taking in his open mirth, they continued like this for a handful of minutes. Miguel’s laughter was always a treat. How could they possibly resist indulging?

Eventually, though, they had to escalate. MJ beckoned Peter to join her on the floor. They each reclined on one of Miguel’s legs, exchanging silent looks before diving in.

“Shock!” Miguel cried out in alarm, a wave of cackles overtaking him. MJ nibbled her way along his left thigh, while Peter nuzzled his stubble against his right.

“Ooh, his fangs finally popped out!” Peter noted with delight. He pressed a quick kiss to Miguel’s skin, then blew a raspberry to make him screech.

“Peter, you know he can’t handle raspberries,“ MJ chided, feigning disapproval. Then she leaned over to nip a spot that tickled enough to make Miguel kick... only to be stopped by webs.

“Whaaat? No way, Miguel’s a tough guy," Peter countered with exaggerated confidence. "I’m sure he won’t mind if I just- PBBBBT!” The second raspberry tickled even more than the first. Not only had Peter aimed it higher up his leg, targeting the bulk of his inner thigh, but it had landed dangerously close to his crotch... which he couldn't hide.

“Ooh, someone’s getting excited~” MJ was the first to notice. Peter perked up and followed her gaze, catching on to Miguel’s predicament.

~~~~~~~~ Earth-616B-D ~~~~~~~~

He was hard… and slightly embarrassed that MJ had drawn attention to it. His face had taken on a reddish hue. Peter and MJ were charmed by the sight.

“Actually,” MJ tilted her head. “Are you ticklish down here? We both know Peter-“

“Hey! Nope!” Peter cut in. “Tonight’s about Migs,” he asserted.

Pale as he was, Peter’s faint blush was almost more prominent than Miguel’s. MJ didn’t bother to hide her amusement, though she didn’t linger either, because he was right. It wasn’t their first time toying with Miguel, but somehow, they’d never tried tickling right there. MJ was more than a little curious.

Miguel was more than a little anxious.

“Fingers might be a bit too rough… Oh, I know exactly what we can use!” MJ reached for the box they’d set off to the side, rummaging inside until she pulled out…

A pair of feathers, pale blue in color, both incredibly soft in appearance. She handed one to Peter, who tested it on his palm, then promptly shook his hand to dispel the tingles.

“Oh yeah, these’ll work.” He smirked at Miguel, whose eyes had widened at the reveal. “Any last words?”

Miguel had none, nor could he look at either of them.

The feathers began their dance around his base, tickling against his pelvis and the back of his sack. They twisted and twirled and sawed and swirled, making Miguel squeeze his eyes shut, giggly and flushed.

“You look so adorable right now,” Peter gushed at his expression. “Especially with the lil fangies-“

“Peheheter,” Miguel failed to growl.

Snickering but complying, Peter moved on, bringing his feather forward to tease the testicles. “Ooh, you like that?” he taunted lightly when a proper laugh burst out of Miguel.

More laughter followed as MJ joined him, each feather soon focusing on its own ball. They brushed both spheres thoroughly, almost like they were dusting, leaving no inch untouched by the pair of plumes. As if that weren’t torturous enough, Miguel’s voice jumped an octave at their next discovery. The crease where his scrotum met his shaft turned out to be an extra ticklish spot.

“Hold him for me?” Peter requested, and MJ lifted his cock to provide better access. Peter’s feather instantly returned to the spot, the tickly tip now unhindered in its exploration.

“¡Puta madre!” Miguel swore as he slipped into hysterics. It only got worse when Peter flipped the feather sideways, the fluff rubbing relentlessly against his skin.

“Alright, I’d say he’s almost as bad as you,” MJ chose that moment to comment. Although she’d conceded and dropped the subject before, it was simply impossible not to compare them. “Maybe it’s just because he’s stubborn… but you would’ve begged at least a little by now.” She tittered when Peter flushed up to his ears, giving Miguel a break as he gaped at her.

Miguel watched, oddly entertained, as Peter floundered at MJ’s remark. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me right now,” the other Spider bemoaned dramatically. Mere seconds ago, he’d been in charge, treating Miguel like a plaything… yet all it’d taken was a prod from MJ for the entire facade to crumble.

“You’re just too cute~” said MJ, and in his head, Miguel agreed.

However, before Miguel could get too complacent, MJ swung the spotlight back onto him. “Migs could use some attention up here.” Still holding his cock, MJ fluttered her fingers. It made him want to rut against her palm. He knew how nice those hands could feel. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the plan, and Peter had concluded his pity party.

With that, MJ reintroduced her feather, and then both quills were snaking up his shaft. They stroked around the column of his length, leaving ticklish tingles in their wake. His member grew stiffer beneath the stimulation, which only served to make him even more sensitive. Miguel shivered when they reached the head of his cock, plumes swishing right under it, but going no farther.

They stayed right there until he was keening, then finally the feathers were tickling his tip. He squealed, he whined, and eventually he whimpered. He couldn’t stand it. He needed more. When it all became too much to bear, a trembling “please” escaped him, and Peter obliged.

“Mind if I take this?” Peter asked MJ. She returned to reclining on Miguel’s leg.

Now having Miguel’s cock all to himself, Peter kissed the tip, then opened wide. Miguel moaned when his head slid past Peter’s lips, finding relief in the heat of his mouth. He was grateful, at least at first… then realized Peter wasn’t going any further. “Parker,” he groaned in frustration, feeling the other’s tongue, but not nearly enough of it.

Peter offered a mischievous hum in reply, the vibration radiating through Miguel’s groin. When Miguel tried bucking up into his mouth, Peter grabbed his hips and pushed him back down. Miguel didn’t have the energy or the leverage to overcome Peter’s physical strength. And then, because Peter Parker was a menace, he started kneading Miguel’s hips while sucking him off.

“¡M-MierdahaHAHA! Ngnh! NAHAHA! Oh, sh-sh-shocking HEHEHELL!”

Webbing Miguel’s hands behind the chair proved to be a very wise decision. The surprise had made his talons pop out, leaving him scratching at the air. MJ noticed when she stood to view his torment from another angle.

“Dawww, poor kitty can’t claw himself free.” She pet his hair in faux-sympathy.

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He was wet… and slightly embarrassed that MJ had drawn attention to it. His face had taken on a reddish hue. Peter and MJ were charmed by the sight.

“Actually,” MJ tilted her head. “Are you ticklish down here? We both know Peter-“

“Hey! Nope!” Peter cut in. “Tonight’s about Migs,” he asserted.

Miguel was more than a little anxious.

“Fingers might be a bit too rough… Oh, I know exactly what we can use!” MJ reached for the box they’d set off to the side, rummaging inside until she pulled out…

A single blush brush, lavender in color, boasting the absolute fluffiest of bristles. MJ felt them with her fingers, smiling serenely. “Yep, this is perfect.”

“Any last words?” Peter prompted Miguel, whose eyes had widened at the reveal. “I know that brush can be pretty wicked.”

Miguel had none, nor could he look at either of them.

To start off, MJ mimicked the motion of powdering on Miguel’s mound. Instantly, Miguel was giggling, the bristles irresistibly ticklish. MJ lingered there for some time, making Miguel memorize the feeling… allowing him to start imagining just how bad it’d be below.

Eventually, she passed the brush to Peter. “Care to do the honors, Tiger?” Peter accepted readily. Miguel fought the urge to cower.

As soon as the brush touched down, Miguel yelped, twisting in his bonds. His legs jerked in an attempt to snap shut, only for the webbing to hold firm around them.

“Coochie coochie coo,” Peter teased as he began stroking the brush back and forth. “What, too cheesy?” he asked wryly when MJ huffed and rolled her eyes. Miguel would’ve growled, indignant, if he’d had the capacity for it. Peter had been right about the brush, though.

Actually, forget wicked. The brush was evil.

“NonononoNOHOHO!” It was worse than he’d imagined. The bristles fluttered against his vulva, soft and fluffy and obscenely ticklish. Peter didn’t mean to go in deeper, but a few stray bristles still slipped between the lips. That was enough for Miguel to realize the absolute worst was yet to come.

“I think Miguel’s a fan of the brush,” Peter chuckled as he passed it back to MJ.

“Of course he is,” MJ preened. “And I’ll bet he’s gonna love for this.” Unlike Peter, MJ acted with intent, fully pressing the bristles to Miguel’s slit. Several went past the labia majora, tickling the edges of his inner folds.

“¡Ay coño!” Miguel swore, momentarily oblivious to the irony. He was a bit too busy losing his mind. He’d never thought pussies could be so ticklish.

Evidently, neither had the Parkers. “You never reacted like this,” Peter mentioned to MJ.

“Between the two of you, it must be a spider-thing.” MJ didn’t even pause the brushing as she spoke.

If Miguel had thought MJ was being cruel, she was about to be downright sadistic. “Peter, be a dear and spread him for me,” she requested sweetly, batting her lashes. Miguel nearly squeaked when Peter complied, long fingers pressing on either side of his entrance. Peter didn’t actually touch Miguel’s vulva, instead pulling gently on the surrounding skin. Bit by bit, Miguel’s lips parted, until MJ deemed him exposed enough. “Now, let’s see how much you like this.”

Bristles caressed his left labia, and he squealed, loud and clear.

“Woah, easy there!” Peter braced his arms against Miguel’s sudden half-restrained thrashing. “Should’ve webbed his ass down,” he had to quip, pinning Miguel to the chair with his strength.

Left, right, up, down. Miguel wailed as the brush tickled along his inner folds. It was a maddeningly intimate ordeal, plus all the stimulation was making him slick.

“Poor little kitty,” MJ cooed, the double-meaning deliberate. When she noticed his clit peeking out, she gave it an experimental flick with the brush. “Oh no!” She broke character when Miguel winced, the first real sign of discomfort all night. She and Peter quickly withdrew to dote on him until he settled.

“Cálmense, it’s fine. I’m fine,” he reassured, though the break was appreciated. Only once they were certain that was the truth did the Parkers resume their session.

“No brush on the clit,” MJ confirmed, then considered her next course of action. Recalling a few of their previous evenings, a new idea soon emerged. “Let me make it up to you,” she purred as she handed the brush to Peter, before leaning in again to release a soft exhale.

Miguel shivered as her breath puffed over his clit, warm and soothing after the brush. He gasped when she closed the distance between them, taking the nub directly into her mouth. Her tongue rose to greet it, moving slowly, drawing several noises out of him. She was careful, but still playful. Pleasure flooded through him in waves.

“Nnh… Oh! Mmnnnnh!” He couldn’t have silenced himself if he’d tried. Exactly the way MJ and Peter liked him, reflected in her enthusiasm and his grin. Already so close to the edge, Miguel believed the end was in sight. Just one more lick, and he’d be-

Miguel choked when the brush abruptly came back.

“AGH! WhaHAHA- Why?!”

“Sorry, babe, but we’re not done yet!” Miguel doubted Peter was sorry at all, wiggling that mass of fluff against his folds.

They spent the next few minutes alternating. Peter with the brush, MJ with her tongue.

“¡Por Dios!” Miguel heaved for air. “Would you please just let me-!”

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The teasing lasted an unbearably long time, both Peter and MJ content to watch him writhe. Just when Miguel thought he’d reached his peak, a particularly mean tickle would yank him back down, the sensation enough to titillate, but not to finish.

His helplessness was similarly both a blessing and a curse. Being at the mercy of the Parkers’ whims, unable to protect even his most private bits, was indescribably thrilling… but god, did he also want to kill them for it. Their smugness, their sadism, their conspiratorial smirks… He wanted to make them pay for every second of it.

And then, through his haze of lust and laughter, Miguel began imagining how he’d do it.

He imagined paralyzing Peter with his fangs, settling him on the bed, then pulling his cock out. A simple vibrator or electric toothbrush would work wonders, pressed to the shaft until Peter was babbling.

He imagined pinning MJ to the floor, body bracketing hers, tearing her bra off with one claw. His mouth alone would be more than enough. Having ticklish nipples still flustered her.

He imagined the two of them, just as helpless as him, feeling the same sensations he was feeling in that moment. It would be overwhelming, an experience like no other. It would be so easy… and they’d love it, too. They would love it just like he did, beneath the superficial show of resistance. The utter loss of control, changed by trust and affection, reshaped from a fear into an indulgence.

It was then that Miguel finally came, loud, intense, and exhilarating.

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As usual, the Parkers were gentle with him in the aftermath. Peter undid the webbing, MJ cleaned him up, then they both fetched him water and snacks from the kitchen. Miguel sighed when Peter shook a bag of caramels at him, as if he were tempting a cat with fresh catnip… but he ultimately still took two pieces, popping both into his mouth at once.

Once he was re-hydrated and done with the sweets, the three of them climbed into bed together. Naturally, Miguel ended up in the middle, with Peter and MJ snuggled close on either side.

“Did you have fun?” MJ asked leisurely, combing her fingers through his hair. She smiled at the sleepy assent she received, Miguel already beginning to doze off. Peter leaned in to kiss Miguel’s temple, then leaned further to meet MJ’s lips. It’d been a great night for all of them.

And they knew there’d be more great nights to come.

#miguel o'hara #peter b parker #mary jane watson #spiderparents #pbm&ms #spideysjane #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #tickling #a tickly fic #asdkfjdfg extra curious about thoughts on this one #kinktober #not officially but close enough

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jplupine · 8 months

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~31 Days of Bleach Masterlist~

This is a Kinktober challenge, therefore all fics listed are rated 18+. Please be advised the content varies, so heed the warnings and tags.

Dom!Character: 🌙 | Sub!Character: 🌕 | Dynamic Switches: 🐺

Underwater ~ Tier Harribel / [Teaser] 🌙

Tentacles - Szayelaporro Granz / [Teaser] 🌙 [Art]

Public ~ Gin Ichimaru 🌙 [Art]

Strap On ~ Isane Kotetsu 🌕

Heavy Petting ~ Byakuya Kuchiki / [Teaser] 🌕

Blood Play ~ Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez 🌙

Knotting ~ Sajin Komamura 🌕 [Art]

Shibari ~ Shunsui Kyoraku 🌙

Size Difference ~ Kensei Muguruma 🐺

Vibrator ~ Toshiro Hitsugaya 🌙

Primal Play ~ Kenpachi Zaraki / [Teaser] 🌙

Portal ~ Akon 🌕

Orgasm Denial ~ Shuhei Hisagi 🌕

Body Swap ~ Kisuke Urahara 🌕

Genderbend ~ Yoruichi Shihoin 🌕

Cock Warming ~ Renji Abarai 🌕

Oral ~ Muramasa 🌕

Unknown ~ Kazeshini 🐺

Clothed ~ Noba 🌕

Enemies ~ Sosuke Aizen / [Teaser] 🌙

Praise ~ Isshin Kurosaki / [Teaser] 🌙

Aerial ~ Abirama Redder 🌕

Trapped ~ Zabimaru 🌙

Transformation ~ Hyorinmaru 🌕

Corruption ~ Hichigo Shirosaki / [Teaser] 🌙

Pet Play ~ Ggio Vega 🌕

Collaring ~ Kugo Ginjo 🌕

Marking ~ Bazz B 🌙

Somnophilia ~ Coyote Starrk / [Teaser] 🐺

Feral ~ Ichigo Kurosaki / [Teaser] 🌙

Cuddling ~ Yasutora 'Chad' Sado / [Teaser] 🌕 [1]

#Here's my official order and kinks for 2023's kinktober challenge!#masterlist #31 days of bleach #bleach smut #kinktober challenge #kinktober #kinktober 2023

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valkyrieshepard · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 30: Cuddling. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian's favourite activity. One's dreams are a bit more naughty than the other's :3

#hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #kinktober #lewdtober #cuddling #tgcf #tgcf fanart #heaven official's blessing #danmei

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th3-tr4sh-b0y · 7 months

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Hua Cheng is a service top.

That's it, that's the post.

#hua cheng #tgcf #hualian #heavens officials blessing #service top #I will not be taking any criticism at this time or ever #kinktober #hollis talks #meow

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kinktober2023 · 2 years

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The prompt list for Kinktober 2022 is here! As always, we will be creating an ao3 collection, closer to the event. Prompts are just suggestions; feel free to mix or match any days, shuffle the order, or even do your own ideas. The main point is that you get out there and create something in the month of October.

Here is the prompt list in text.

#kinktober #kinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #official kinktober

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acescorazon · 6 months

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Uh, if you follow me because of my writing then.. i'm sure you probably know that uh... i be writing. LOL. i put my whole ass dick in my writing and can never write anything under like 2k words most of the time. With that being said, I'm almost fairly certain that i can make most of the requests in my inbox one shots, maybe two shots if need be, but there are a couple that i have a gut feeling i cannot make into either of those things and i don't like the idea of like 20k+ word one shots LMAO. Like i honest to god think that some of them might be that long or longer given the way that i write and giving what the requests are lol. Some of these are series material. Some of yall asked me for a plate of food and in return i'll be giving you a four course meal because i don't want to overwhelm anyone. I'm like your grandma, always making sure you've all eaten, but sometimes i get a little..carried away. Anyways i'll still be continuing kinktober (Ik it's November now shhhh), but i want to start working on the requests in my inbox, and also i have way too fucking many fics that i need out of my drafts, it's...unreal.

Anyways, we're going to kick things off with the requests that i think will take a little longer than others, and i'll post everything here for you babies, and then once i'm done just cross post my fics to Ao3 lol.

#yall can keep sending asks just know it might be a MINUTE.#i have written over 73k words this year with the official number probably in the 100ks and i still have 26 more kinktober prompts #i also have an inbox full of requests and like five plus drafts that need to be finished and see the light of day #anything for the cross guild girlies (Gender neutral) at home though.#ramblings

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heebiebeebies · 7 months

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A goddess being adored by her loyal companion 🐂🌧️

Closeup of this thing I made for days 9 & 10 of Dead Dove Kinktober.

Plus: the tweet.

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truly-morgan · 7 months

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[Kinktober 2022: Hate Sex (18+)]

QiuRong | Heaven Official’s Blessing Modern AU 23-10-2022

Day 23: C̷o̷c̷k̷b̷u̷l̷g̷e | [Hate Sex] | D̷e̷e̷p̷t̷h̷r̷o̷a̷t̷i̷n̷g̷&̷F̷a̷c̷e̷s̷i̷t̷t̷i̷n̷g

Lang Qianqiu and Qi Rong are caught in an argument with each other until Qi Rong hit a nerve and things quickly escalate in a way neither of them would have expected.

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Neither of them really knew why they were there, at Xie Lian and Hua Cheng’s wedding. Well, Qi Rog knew, seeing he was Xie Lian’s cousin and they had been somewhat trying to get along since the man reappeared.

Though he had no clue why Lang Qianqiu was here, he didn’t know he was that close to the couple.

They had spent most of the day and night avoiding each other. They may hate each other and always be at each other’s throats, but they don’t necessarily want to ruin the day.

But then they end up in the same corner of the venue and try to have one decent discussion for once.

And of course, things quickly escalate.

Neither could really tell how they ended up at this point, Lang Qianqiu looking ready to punch him in the face while Qi Rong was mocking him and taunting him. “What is it, our golden prince doesn’t like being called an inexperienced virgin” Qi Rong grinned.

He didn’t back down even when he was grabbed by Lang Qianqiu, who was now really close to his face now. “I’m not!” he growled, which only made Qi Rong grin even more widely, seemingly thrilled by his reaction. He’s hit a nerve apparently.

“Then why don’t you show me” he laughs, throwing this without thinking too much about it.

“I’ll do!” Lang Qianqiu, took Qi Rong somewhat by surprise, yet they were too heated to stop himself.

“Yeah?” he asked, trying to grind on his nerve even more, see if he’ll back down.+

“Yeah!”.

He was surprised by the sudden aggressive kiss he received from Lang Qianqiu, quickly replied just as aggressively. It was all teeth and bites, grabbing at each other forcefully. They only pulled away for air, noticing that they had caught the attention of some people near them.

Then Lang Qianqiu dragged him out of the room, leaving him in the lobby as he went to book a room. They only got more heated as they got into the elevator, alone all the way to their floor, Lang Qianqiu seemingly tries to prove his experience by making out with him. Which admittedly wasn’t half bad.

Once in the room, clothes were quick to be ripped off of each other, lips barely leaving each other. Hands started running over Qi Rong’s body, exploring until he grabbed he grabs him, dragging him to the bed. He pushed Lang Qianqiu on it, climbing over him, pinning him down with a grin.

“Well? Are you going to let me do everything for you?” Qi Rong laughed.

His laughter was cut off quickly, yelping when the other man flipped them over, now towering above him. This was enough to get a smirk out of Qi Rong, amused by how fierce he was.

Then His wrist gets tied up with a tie Lang Qianqiu had apparently taken to the bed with them. “Kinky~” Qi Rong teased, letting his arm fall over his head. He watches as Lang Qianqiu leans down, “Don’t you ever shut up” he groans, before kissing him so he cannot reply.

Then hands are back to caressing all over his body, teasing him and searching where it felt the best for him. Once the man leaves his lips for air, he feels him kiss down his neck to his chest.

Everything feels too… nice. Soft. Gentle. He hates the way it makes him feel warm somehow.

Qi Rong has had many hookups in his life, a handful of semi-serious relationships, and never has he felt like this. People have always been mean and rough to him.

Never did anyone treats him so gently and softly, not even the handful of women he’s been with.

And the one person who does treat him good is the person who hates his gut (which is reciprocated).

He doesn’t want that. Doesn’t need to feel like that right now.

So he loops his arms behind Lang Qianqiu’s head, hand gripping his hair tightly, pulling him up again so he doesn’t just kiss his sternum nicely. “What a fucking softy, I thought you were trying to prove to me you’re good at fucking people,” Qi Rong says, “Are you just trying to delay fucking me for real” he grins.

He heard the man click his tongue, Qi Rong soon felt himself being flipped over on his stomach, laughing at how forceful he was being like this.

“You can check my pants pocket by the way” he commented, feeling like whatever he’d say, Lang Qianqiu wouldn’t be a huge fan of no lube.

Even if he was having some kind of hate sex to prove a point, he didn’t need to be in pain either.

So the man did check, arching a brow when he saw that Qi Rong was indeed carrying some condom and lube packet with him. “Always needs to be prepared for a good night” Qi Rong grinned from where he was laying on the bed.

“Not that a virgin like you would know” he mocked, yelping when he felt a hand land on his ass, spanking him.

Lang Qianqiu didn’t lose time starting to loosen him up, which wasn’t too hard honestly seeing he had been having some fun by himself the night before.

He had seemingly caught the drift of not needing to be gentle, hand rougher on Qi Rong. Good, like this he wouldn’t get weird ideas.

He would have to argue though, he could do without him teasing and seemingly trying to only milk him with his fingers, pressing all over his prostate. He did allow himself to be shamelessly vocal and loud, even exaggerating more than needed, seeing that it did seem to annoy Lang Qianqiu a little.

Then Lang Qianqiu finally decided it was enough after making him come at least once, burying himself in without leaving time to adapt. All in one go. And Qi Rong would need to admit, the man was actually pretty big, bigger than a lot of people he’s had sex with in the past actually.

The pace was fast and rough, although Lang Qianqiu indeed seemed to be knowing what he was doing. Hand gripping him tightly enough it would likely leave bruises the next day, sometimes going to torture his nipples a little, others simply teasing his cock just barely enough.

He couldn’t help but really moan at the feeling of teeth sinking in, the man leaving angry bite marks on his skin as Qi Rong kept taunting him. At least, when he had enough breath and mind to do so.

They kept going at it for multiple rounds. Until Qi Rong was just boneless on the bed, panting and whimpering from the multiple orgasms he had just had. Lang Qianqiu sure hadn’t been soft on him, he wonder how he’d be doing in the morning.

Somewhere along the way, it felt like they had lost focus as to why they had gotten into this room to begin with.

His wrists felt sore once they were finally released, Qi Rong tried to massage some feeling into them.

He watched as Lang Qianqiu dressed himself up again, looking ready to go. “The room's already paid for, you can stay if you want,” he said.

“How fucking generous of you” Qi Rong laughed, laying slightly on his side.

He didn’t miss the way Lang Qianqiu rolled his eyes at his words. “If you’re gonna leave do so already” he ended up adding, sitting up as he was ready to go take a shower.

He heard the door close as he entered the bathroom, telling him Lang Qianqiu was indeed gone now.

Good, better like this. He took a quick shower, trying to clean as best as he could despite still feeling like jelly.

Then he went back to the room with the hotel’s bathrobe on, ready to just go to sleep after the exhausting day and the night he had.

He closed the light, then went to fall into the bed which felt too big, empty and cold now…

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(ngl, this was supposed to be just pwp, but I just had to sprinkle some angst in there. I feel like this is a start up for some enemy-to-friend-to-lover kinda story)

Original - AO3

#tweet archive #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #qiurong #qi rong #lang qianqiu #kinktober 2022 #hate sex #angst and smut #light angst #one night stand #modern au #nsft

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